Ti Amo

Chapter 7

The pair were hot and heavy, Jojo  hoping to elicit a reaction.

He grabbed a handful of the Italian's honey-blonde hair and pulled it back not too gently, thrusting his tongue in his lover's mouth.

He raked it over and around Caesar's teeth, then dipped it back into his mouth, meeting Caesar's eager, caressing tongue. Their mouths began to pool with shared saliva.

"Mmmm..."

"Mmmmnnn..." <3 <3

Wonderful wet, sloppy kissing sounds filled the room and further heightened the shared experience.

The bigger man's  hips coaxed the smaller man. Caesar made mewling sounds.

The chair threatened to tip over, but each time, Joseph righted it in the nick of time. From the barely-concealed yips he was making, Caesar was clearly very worked up.

Jojo slipped his hand under Caesar's butt and began squeezing. He bent his fingers to better feel Caesar's soft yet firm curves. He wanted to see it up close and personal.

Jojo pulled his mouth away, his and Caesar's mouths un-suctioning noisily. 

Caesar's look of consternation turned into a happy one as Jojo said, "Bed."

"Absolutely."

FIVE MINUTES LATER IN BED

Joseph lay over Caesar, both prone on the bed. Caesars butt squarely in between his hips. His left arm was hooked round his lover's neck.

"So sweet ... not too big, not small." <3

"J - Jojo ... you're choking me."

Joseph's face and neck were red. He was in ecstasy.

"Ohhh ... I'm sorry, just don't move. Ahhh ... Ahhhh. "Your body is perfect. I'm holding you cause you need to stay still for me. Oh, this feels good!"

"Bastardo! Ack!"

"Why don't you suck my fingers, my little bambino? It might take your mind off the discomfort." Joseph was proud he used an Italian word.

Caesar was quiet as he opened his mouth and put it over three of his lover's fingertips. After sucking for a few moments, he spit them out.

"Ptuii!! Ack! Mettalo!"

Joseph wheezed as Caesar found out about his prosthetic hand.

"Yuk, yuk! Yeah, metal!!"

"How can you ... feel with that?"

"Sensors," breathed the sweating brunette. "In the fingertips. German science."

Jojo's breath deepened dangerously. He needed to thump his body against Caesar. This little bit was not enough.

"I don't want to hurt you. Tell me how to move. Where."

"HOW THE FUCK SHOULD I KNOW????"

Joseph's mind was off his own body for a moment.

"Are you – are you saying – you are a virgin?"

Caesar just moaned.

"Ok. Ok. Fuck. How about this way?"

Another very sexy but very pained yelp was his only answer.

"This?"

"Mmm - nnnooooo!!"

Joseph was covered in sweat. His body trembled for more. 

In frustration, he lifted Caesar by the hips.

Please, please ...

"Ooh ~~~ ohhhhh ~~~~~~ siiiiiiiiii ~~~~~ <3 <3"

Joseph's mind went blank.  Mercifully, it only took about twenty firm strokes to bring them both to climax.

They lay connected for a while. Joseph and Caesar traded sweet kisses with no words.

Joseph pulled himself from Caesar and rolled over. He was heavily sweaty, and the cool air felt good; he could feel the sweat drying.

"I've been thinking. There's someone I trust who can help us. Speedwagon. I'm going to give him a call."

Caesar didn't answer. Joseph looked down at him. He was fast asleep.

Joseph pulled on some pants and walked to the phone.

He dialed '0.' "Operator, connect me to the Speedwagon Foundation."

"Who should I say is calling?"

"This is Joseph Joestar."

About ten minutes later, someone picked up the line. Jojo heard his uncle's warm tone of voice.

"Jojo! What a surprise, I haven't heard from you in ages. How are the girls?"

"Uncle Robert. I need your help."

Concern wended its way into the older man's voice.

"Are you in some sort of trouble?"

"No, not me, but it's someone we used to know." He drew a breath for courage, and said. "It's Caesar. He's the one who is in trouble."

The concern in his uncle's voice deepened.

"Caesar ... from ... Italy? Jojo, he's - "

"No." Joseph shook his head. "He's not. He sent me a telegram and I met him in Italy. There were men after him."

"Where are you now? Is he with you?"

"He's safe. That's all I'm willing to say over the phone. I need you to look into hospitals in Rome, mental facilities who are missing patients. Be discreet."

"What number are you calling from?"

"Call me at my office in a few days. And don't tell anyone." Joseph hung up without saying good bye. He felt better. It was like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. He went to take a shower, stopping to softly brush his sleeping lover's blonde hair from his eyes.