Just as Jonathan was on the cusp of a peaceful night's sleep, a faint knocking echoed through his mind. Mumbling, he continued to lay still, thinking it must be his imagination - until he heard the knocking again. His eyes shot open, and he sat up, stilled for a moment. He listened, thinking perhaps it was a dream - until he heard the knock to his bedroom door once more. Assured he wasn't hearing things, he set his feet to the cold wooden floor and called, "Who is it?"
A familiar baritone voice answered him, muffled through the door in a tone Jonathan couldn't quite decipher, "It is I, Dio. Do open the door, if you would be so kind."
"Dio? What could he possibly be bothering me for at this hour?" Jonathan thought curiously as he stood, he didn't waste a moment going to open the door for his brother. He was surprised to find the other's eyes glimmering with not-yet shed tears, face formed into a strange pout.
"My, Dio, what has upset you? Step in for a bit, please." Jonathan gasped shortly, voice in a hushed tone. Dio wordlessly entered his room, Jonathan shutting the door behind them.
The blond sat at the edge of Jonathan's bed, wiping the tears in his eyes away briefly before clasping his hands together. "I had the most horrid dream, moments ago. I would much appreciate not being alone tonight." He said softly, which concerned Jonathan to no end. He had never heard Dio use such a small voice, let alone be in a state as he was tonight.
"Of course, you can sleep in my bed tonight, if you would like." Jonathan sat next to his brother, trying to look at him. "You can tell me anything that is on your mind, you know, Dio? I promise I'll not say a thing." He tried, putting a warm hand on the blond's shoulder with care.
"Jojo… I came here thinking you would keep me company, not interrogate me. If you plan to question me, I will leave for father, instead." Dio's brows knit together, honey-colored eyes looking into Jonathan's light blue ones.
"Oh, I apologize, I had no intentions of o-offending you..!" Jonathan squeaked, removing his hand. He wanted to comfort Dio, not pressure him - although he was curious of what was bothering him, he would respect his personal space and thoughts. Dio sighed then, averting his gaze.
"No matter, really, I'm tired. Shall we sleep now?"
"Ah, yes, sorry. Here," Jonathan started, standing up to lift the comforter of his bed.
"Thank you." Dio mumbled before laying down. Jonathan momentarily forgot that was his side of the bed, but shrugged and went to the colder side in front of the window. He crawled into bed, getting comfortable under the thick layers of blanket before soon drifting off to deep sleep once more.
A time passed as Dio laid awake, waiting patiently for his brother to fall asleep. "A simple act. Tricking that fool is easier done than said. Laughable." he thought as he turned to face the other, only to find Jonathan was facing the window. He scooted closer, sighing blissfully as his hips pressed against Jonathan's plush bottom. He wrapped his left arm around the other's waist, under Jonathan's muscled arm he held him close. He was warm, unlike Dio. Jonathan's abdominal heat was practically melting Dio's cold hand through his shirt. He sighed quietly again, not afraid to wake the other, letting his soft moan fall into the boy's ear.
Touching the other while he slept… for reasons Dio didn't quite understand, the thought aroused him. If Jonathan awoke, he'd simply say he was unconsciously cuddling him while having another bad dream, easy - but Jonathan remained peacefully asleep, chest rising and falling calmly. Seems he caught him before he fell into deep sleep minutes ago, because apparently his brother slept like a bear.
Dio wanted him to feel something, but also to continue watching his face as he slept soundlessly, unaware. Leaning on his right arm, he studied the boy's face. Not a single crease of the skin marred the young man's features, his eyelashes thick against his cheeks. "He's beautiful." He removed his left arm from around Jonathan, and backed away to turn him to lie on his back. Jonathan's arm fell carelessly to his side, his shirt riding up his stomach just a bit. Without a second thought, Dio's cold hand smoothed over the hot, exposed skin, lifting the other's night shirt up. He swallowed, almost nervous, but excited nonetheless. Jonathan remained asleep, unmoving with a blank expression.
Dio began rubbing the other's tummy, finding it fascinating how smooth and squishy it was - although it wasn't surprising, seeing what Jonathan ate and how he went about eating it. It was still quite toned though, he could feel the built muscle underneath clearly. He let his hands wander to the boy's muscular pecs, which were rather large. He placed a hand on each and squeezed, which resulted in a twitch of the eye from Jonathan. Dio smirked, his thumbs rubbing the flesh. It was very soft and warm, and Jonathan's nipples were hard soon enough.
The blond leaned down to press his chest against Jonathan's, pressing his mouth to his ear, "Your body is mine." he whispered, licking the shell of Jonathan's ear. The boy beneath mumbled something, his skin gaining chills for a moment.
"What are you doing?" Jonathan asked, but his eyes remained shut. He was sleep-talking.
Dio had to hold back a chuckle, tonight was truly an exciting night. "Jojo, it is only for fun that I touch you like this. Completely harmless." he said in a hushed tone into Jonathan's ear, he leaned on one hand as the other began trailing towards the other's clothed, muscular thigh.
"Dio, stop." Jonathan mumbled, eyebrows knitting together. But it only served to excite Dio further, it was obvious Jonathan was dreaming something naughty by now, and it was probably not a very nice dream.
He leaned back and sat between Jonathan's legs, hands on both thighs. He gripped them, and Jonathan let out a strange mewl. Dio leaned forward, and planted a small kiss on Jonathan's exposed hip, biting it gently. He couldn't leave any marks… if evidence were left behind, he may be in trouble.
His hands smoothed upward, until they held Jonathan's hips. Dio's heart raced as he let a hand lower, eventually grasping Jonathan's semi-hard cock through his clothes. His eyes widened a bit, surprised the other was turned on. He leaned forward, whispering once more into the boy's ear, "You're naughty, Jojo."
He then began stroking Jonathan into a full erection, the boy under him making soft noises, his eyebrows twitching. Dio couldn't resist any longer, and kissed him. Jonathan's dark pink lips were soft, but he found them to be a little too dry. He licked them, his tongue parting Jonathan's lips. Now Dio was hard, but he couldn't take care of it yet.
He continued to jerk off his brother, Jonathan's hips were stuttering soon, his orgasm making him arch his back as his seed stained his undergarments and pajama pants. Jonathan would wake up and think he had a wet dream involving Dio, and feel shameful and embarrassed. Dio couldn't wait to 'innocently' pester him as to why he wouldn't make eye contact tomorrow. Satisfied, he went back to laying down beside Jonathan, pulling the comforter up. He returned Jonathan to lying on his side, and closed his eyes, a confident smile on his lips as he fell asleep.
- Earlier, Jonathan's Dream Jonathan laughed freely as he felt wind rush through his hair, the galloping of his horse filling his ears. He looked behind him, to see Dio catching up quite quickly, riding his own favorite steed. Horseback riding was his favorite pastime, and Dio agreeing to join him made him rather happy. That is, until he found himself and Dio in the air, falling before rolling down a hill together. Oops.
He stopped with a groan near a river, but hadn't a chance to sit up as seconds later Dio collided into him with a louder groan. Dio's hips pressed into Jonathan's bottom from the fall, and he found himself quite embarrassed. He also realized Dio's arm had fallen to be around his waist. He blinked twice, finding their position rather risque. Dio sighed then, though from what Jonathan couldn't decide.
"Uh, Dio…" he started, but couldn't think of what to say - but he didn't have to, because soon Dio sat up, rolling Jonathan to lie on his back. Before Jonathan could sit up as well, he found Dio's hand on his chest, pushing him down. A surprised "What-" was all he could get out as Dio began fondling his clothed chest. The blond's pale hand moved lower, rubbing Jonathan's tummy.
Jonathan wanted to speak, but found that he couldn't. Dio unbuttoned his brother's coat, vest, and untucked his dress shirt before unbuttoning it in a flash, exposing Jonathan's well-defined chest. He then gracelessly grabbed Jonathan's large pecs, squeezing them. Jonathan's eye twitched, rather angered he couldn't find his voice to stop this, nor the ability to move. The blond fondled his breasts, thumbing over his hardened nipples. Suddenly Dio said, rather clearly, "Your body is mine." and it made Jonathan shudder. Finally, he barked out,
"What are you doing?" He asked with all his strength.
"Jojo," Dio started, voice low and clear, "It is only for fun that I touch you like this. Completely harmless." he said as he unbuckled Jonathan's belt and unzipped the zipper, lowering his pants and undergarments. His hands gripped Jonathan's thighs, spreading them.
"Dio, ...stop!" Jonathan yelled, eyebrows furrowing. He couldn't believe this was happening. Hadn't Dio changed, become a true gentleman? His thighs shivered as Dio began stroking them softly, and he let out a breathy moan. It felt like a massage, which was sort of relaxing.
"You're naughty, Jojo…" Dio whispered as he placed his cold hands on his hips, holding them down as he lowered his face.
"W-wait, Dio, d-don't-" Jonathan gasped as Dio ignored him, taking his dick into his mouth. Jonathan continued to gasp helplessly, and although scared, he found himself turned on as well, his erection growing. He grit his teeth, whimpering as Dio sucked him off. It was shameful, sinful, but he found himself thrusting into Dio's mouth regardless, his back arching as orgasm hit him. Dio removed himself and watched as Jonathan's seed splattered on his naked chest. They were both panting, and Jonathan turned to lie on his side to hide himself.
If this were a dream, he hoped he would awake soon.
- Morning Momentarily forgetting last night's events, Jonathan woke with a smile, feeling oddly pleased. He sat up and stretched, looking out the window. It was then that he realized he had fallen asleep by the window, which he never did as it was too cold. He looked to his side of the bed, to find Dio sleeping there, back turned toward him. "Oh, right." he thought, remembering Dio coming to him late in the night. Then, he remembered his dream.
Immediately, he stopped breathing, face a flaring red at the memory. Then he finally realized that his undergarments were sticking to him dryly. "Oh, Hell." he cursed aloud, which was very rare, he was a gentleman after all, and he flew out of bed and into the washroom. He slammed the door, and in his bed, Dio's smirk grew devilishly. An exciting day was to come.