A rugged sigh left Ceasr's lips as he walked into his room. His chest was heavy with feelings he'd never indulged in much before. He rested his back against the door, listening to the click of the metal locking itself to the door jam as he placed a hand over his chest. His eyes met the ceiling and he let his body relax there against the door as his mind flushed with thoughts and emotions. The more he thought the heavier his chest got and it seemed like he'd explode. His breathing became quick and his heart was pounding. He thought to himself
"Is this what death feels like?" But he knew very well that this was not death. He'd fallen in love. Ceasar was all about a nice flirt and cliche romances that he'd swoon women with. But none of those interactions felt like this. None of the faces of those women were planted into his brain like Joseph's was. It had happened in such an odd way. Joseph had never even acknowledge Ceasar with romantic rituals, let alone flirted with him much. Yet here he found himself heavy on the floor thinking about this moron ! His mind spat loathing though he knew it wasn't JoJo's fault that he'd fallen. He thought back to what might have done it. What might have crossed the line. Soon he found his mind wandering and he let out a breathy laugh as he ran his fingers through his golden locks, pulling his headband away from his forehead. He brought himself to stand, looking around the room. He took a glance at Joseph's bed and quickly looked away as if it were something taboo. He peeled his jacket away and tugged the tight collared tank top away from his body, leaving his chest brandished under the soft light of the lamps in the bedroom. He took a glance at the door and the thoughts jostled in his mind and he found his face flushed. He changed into softer, less tight pants and his back crashed into his own bed. Staring at the ceiling once more he took in a deep breath and comfortably let his mind wander thoughts of Jojo, his heart pounding as the air became fuzzy around him and he seemed to fall out of this realm. He hummed in relation as his thoughts led him on to other parts of Joseph's body, starting with his lips. Ceasar smirked to himself as he thought about how easy I'd be to make JoJo's lips sore and red. He huffed softly and gave into his needs as he thought about how Jojo was slightly smaller than him. About how he'd look without that tank top plastered to his chest. Ceasar paused in the midst of his fantasies as he realized how far his hand had traveled unconsciously, only realizing when he had to push past the brim of his pants and band of his underwear to get to the place he wanted to be.
How dare Joseph make him feel like this, leaving him indulging in actions he before remarked were "unnecessary" and "repulsive". It wasn't until this point he could acknowledge how , in the heat of passion, these things are normal and necessary.
After his long pause he found himself stroking down his shaft slowly. He jolted at the new feeling and felt a tremble run down his spine as he let out a breath of surprise. His thoughts clouded again and he could picture his body under Joseph's in surrender. He wanted to hear Joseph's heavy breathing and the shift of bodies between clothes and sheets. He could only imagine how his body would react to all the things Joseph could do.
The air was heavy around him now and he closed his eyes tight, his hips jolting as he jerked at himself. It was harder to breathe and he caught himself groaning out that unforgivable name.
"J-JoJo.." His voice was ragged and small as he felt the nerves in his back forcing him to arch to their will. He moved faster almost by instinct, his core aching after being tight for so long. The nerves in his body all pulled at one another forcing Ceasar to bend and move every which way to please the position his body wanted him in, feeling the warmth pool in his stomach. He felt sweat beading down his skin and he let out another groan, gripping the sheets as he called out Jojo's name again.
Just as the door swung open.
Ceasar gripped his blanket and threw it over himself, his arms resting behind his head as he turned his gaze to Joseph, who was facing the door with his head peaked out as he said goodnight to Lisa Lisa.
It was clear Jojo knew what Caesar was doing though. Jojo turned after the door was shut to brandish a great smirk.
"Looking a little hot and bothered, Caesar!" Joseph teased as he walked towards Caesar's bed, pushing his sweat-soaked brown locks out of his eyes. Caesar's eyes widened a little as he shrunk, his legs closing together tight and his face flushing red. Joseph's smile remained as he leaned down over Caesar, his hands on either side of the blondes body , trapping him.
"I don't suppose I am the reason you're looking so vulnerable?" Joseph purred. Caesar's heart was racing, his eyes wide and his mouth open to say something in rejection, to try and redeem himself of his position. But nothing would do that for him now.
Joseph knew the answer and so did Ceasar. There was absolutely no point in denying it now.
"J-jojo." Caesar stuttered and squirmed beneath him, a secret way of saying "move, please". Jojo knew this, too. Yet he'd had too much fun to just move now.
"I can help you if you'd like." Jojo said softly, peeling back the intimidating, flirtatious demeanor for just a moment. This caught Caesar for a moment with his face burning as he looked up.
"What?" He asked in surprise and found his body stiff as Jojo climbed on top of him, his hips straddling the others, the only thing protecting Caesar now was the blanket he had covering his body.
"You're not the only person who's done this, Caesar." Jojo explained, his face turning a new shade of red indicating Jojo has thought about Caesar like this too. The blonde's face flushed and he looked up Jojo, taking a moment to admire how soft Joseph's expression was under the dim lamp light. Words didn't seem right in this situation. They both knew this to be true, so instead of speaking Caesar brought his face to Joseph's, leaving his lips imprinted with a gentle kiss.
