Living his entire life in an urban environment with a warm climate didn't provide Caesar Zeppeli with many opportunities to go sledding. He could understand in theory why people went sledding. The idea itself seemed attractive enough, but currently there was nothing in the world that he wanted to do less.
He couldn't remember how Joseph had coerced him into this flimsy, inflatable, donut-shaped sled that was perched precariously at the top of the steepest hill in the area. Caesar's feet could barely scrape the ground, and the more he tried wiggling his body out of the thing, the more he sunk into the center.
"Scared? Would you feel better going down with me?" Joseph asked, waggling his eyebrows.
Caesar cast a tired look back at the other man but did not respond. He was a little bit nervous. Depending on how far the tube could travel, there was a risk of getting dumped in the small stream a ways away from the bottom of the hill. He wasn't even thinking of the sheer height of the hill. It was just like Joseph to take him to a Black Diamond slope for his first sledding experience.
Joseph grinned and cooed, "Aw, you've convinced me! I have to make sure my Little Caesarino is safe!" before swinging a leg over the side of the sled.
"Hey, hey! Easy! What the hell do you think y—!" Caesar's protests was cut off by a yelp and a sharp intake of breath as Joseph plopped himself down on the back of the inflatable tube, causing Caesar to be popped slightly upwards as well as the sled to shift towards the edge of the hilltop. Joseph wrapped his arms around Caesar's torso, meaning that the only thing keeping the two of them in place were Joseph's heels digging into the snow on either side of the sled.
"Alright, this thing is definitely not made for two people. I'm not sure it's even made for one! If you don't get your ass up, I'm out." Caesar tried his best to ease himself out of his thin plastic prison, but there was no way to do so without jostling the two of them.
Sliding on his snow goggles, Joseph laughed, "Whoa whoa! Eager! If you're that ready to go, I'm happy to oblige!"
"Don't you dare take your feet off the ground, Joseph Joestar, so help me god-"
In a single movement, Joseph kicked his legs on top of the sled along Caesar's body and pulled the blonde back toward his chest, grinning as gravity took over and they glided across the fine, powdery snow over the edge of the hill. Almost immediately after the sled starts moving, the entire thing turns around a full 180 degrees. Joseph's added weight makes the both of them fly down the hill backwards, much to Caesar's initial distaste.
What starts as a few obscenities from Joseph and a lot more from Caesar, in both English and Italian, soon turns into the purest and most genuine terrified laughter. Wind whips Joseph's striped scarf into Caesar's face as their legs bounce on the sled at each bump in the hill. The snow stings as it's sprayed against the back of Joseph's head but he seems too busy whooping and laughing to really notice or care.
Neither of them can tell where they're headed, and only at the last second does Caesar remember the creek and roll them both out of the way. They get dumped about 2 feet from the bank while the inflatable donut sails right into the frozen surface. As they both struggled to catch their breath, Joseph continued to hold Caesar to his chest, and Caesar continued to listen to Joseph's rapid heartbeat.
Cold, covered in snow, and a little bit giddy, Joseph cracked an even wider smile than before and asks, "That wasn't so bad, huh? Wanna go again?"
Caesar grinned impishly and pushed Joseph's goggles back onto his forehead. He leaned in close before shoving a mitten-full of snow into the bigger man's face.
"This time, you're keeping your fat ass off of my sled."