Hey guys! I know it's been a while but school is killing me right now. But I hope you like this chapter. I do not own JJBA nor characters used. Enjoy.

Caesar woke up to the sound of a baby crying from upstairs. His eyes were hazy as his head turned on the thin pillow and looked out his window. He sighed from the sunlight peeking through, the orange hue stinging his eyes but making his hair feel warm. Caesar slowly sat up from the bed, he stretched his large arms about his head, popping his shoulder with a great big yawn before scratching his bare chest. He was thinking about maybe getting a summer tan but he never knew when he would have the time. Caesar got out of the bed, his feet making the wooden floor creak from under him. Caesar adjusted himself as he walked over to the window, the apartment may be crap, but his room sure did have a nice view.

Most of the girls who worked for Lisa Lisa's maid services lived together in the apartment complex around the corner. Every morning the young ladies would come out in their blue skirts, white aprons wrapped around their thin waists as they giggled while holding a basket of cleaning supplies in their hand. Sometimes Caesar could hear the clicking of the group's black heels on the pavement as they made their way to the bus station. Casar could time it to a T usually and it would always brighten up his day seeing lovely brunettes and black haired women. And always, the dizzy blonde Suzi Q would always be late catching up to the girls. That made Caesar laugh, seeing her in a huff from running at his window. Suzi Q looked up, had a breathless smile and glow as she waved at him. Caesar waved back and at that point, he would begin his day.

After a hot shower, Caesar would brush his teeth, then go to his closet and look for his work clothes. Always a white button up shirt, black suspenders, and brown slacks that were snug at the hips. He'd already started the kettle of hot coffee that sat on his vanity before he went into the bathroom so it would be ready by then. He'd sit on the edge of his bed, his lips on the rim, as he enjoyed the nature outside of his window. He'd do this until he would hear:

"Caesar! Breakfast is ready, come down, boy!"

Then, he'd go down stairs with his coffee cup in hand as he'd hold it out, passing through the doorway to the kitchen, his grandfather would pour more into his cup. When he took a sip, a happy sigh would leave his pink lips. He sat down at the table, eggs and sausage already in front of him. He would hear the woman upstairs, stomping her little heeled feet as she'd try to dress her children and her husband walk to the door with his loafers. There would be a pause, and that is when Caesar knew they were kissing goodbye. He'd hear the old man to the left of them reading the paper and having small outbursts over the politics. After washing his hands, Caesar's grandfather would sit down across the table from him. Only drinking coffee for breakfast.

They had this routine ever since Caesar was a child, when his father sent him to live in New York before he died. He wished he was older to know the problems going on in his family. The worst part about coming here was being so Will Zeppeli was a stable man, a gentleman due to the time he was brought up in. Always knew more than better and that's why he had been the one to take care of Caesar. But his hair was becoming pale, his mustache he always kept up with was becoming thinner. But his shoulders stayed broad, and eyes always stayed bright. He would tell Caesar they had the same eyes, and that would always make Caesar happy.

Zeppeli lit a cigarette and crossed his legs as Caesar began to eat.

"I saw something this morning." Zeppeli said

"Oh?" Caesar swallowed a bit of sausage, "What's that?"

"Well, it's more so what I didn't see," Zeppeli took a drag of his cigarette, "Your car. It's not here."

"Heh, yeah, it's not."

"You didn't get into another accident and didn't tell me, did you?"

"No, no. I took it to the shop like I told you, remember?"

"Of course I remember, I'm not that old yet," Zeppeli spat, "I thought you were just getting an oil change. Why is it still there?"

Caesar grabbed his coffee cup and leaned back in his chair. His arms crossed, wondering if he should bring up the idiot. But he thought of that goofy look he had, and maybe that would make his grandfather laugh.

"Lisa Lisa's son is why it's still there."

"Elizabeth has a son? I never knew."

"Seems like no one did," Caesar sipped his coffee and sat it back on the table, "They'd been very distant and now they've reconnected. Gave him a crummy auto job and the moron wants to run wild with my car."

Zeppeli chuckled and tapped ash from his cigarette, "Sounds like a Joestar. What's his name?"

Caesar raised an eyebrow, "Joseph. Everyone seems to call him Jojo now and then."

Another laugh escaped Zeppeli's lips, this time with a head shake. He crossed his legs and kept the smile on his face, "Jojo. Hadn't heard that in awhile."

The look on Zeppeli's face showed that Caesar had unlocked a memory of his grandfather. Perhaps speaking that past into existence, all with a name. It stayed quiet for sometime as Caesar ate, but Zeppeli kept smiling. It looked like he wanted to ask more questions about Joseph. What's his hair color? How tall is he? Is his mouth wide? Are his shoulders broad? How old is he? Is he ready to fight at any moment? Ready to bloody his nose? But he stayed there silently, making Joseph in a way that Caesar wouldn't know yet. This upset Caesar slightly. He wanted to complain about Joseph's cocky attitude and stupid remarks. But it was obvious that it was too early in the morning for that finishing his food, Caesar pushed away his plate and stood up.

"I better get going. I'll have my car back by tonight."

Zeppeli nodded and stubbed out his cigarette, "Right, right. Have a good day," after Caesar wiped his hands on his pants and walked towards the doorway, Zeppeli waved his hand, "You be nice to Jojo, okay?"

Caesar's brow crinkled, he had his hand on the doorway and smacked it once. He nodded, "Right… see you later, Pops."

Zeppeli nodded, and like that, Caesar was in a sour mood. And it was only going to get worse from what Caesar would see next.

It was sticky outside. Caesar's body felt clammy as he left the building and began to walk to his first job. He hated being a manager, he liked being a bartender much better. A manager lingers, a bartender chats. A bartender flirts, a manager "settles" things. He'd rather be charming than a leader any day. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to walk a block before hearing a loud honk, a familiar honk from how often Caesar would use the horn. He shriveled up and stopped on the sidewalk, his hands already balling into fists.

Joseph was behind the wheel of the car. Caesar turned his head and there he was. Joseph has that wide smile plastered on his face, teeth all lined up perfectly. His eyes were covered by dark circle sunglasses as he waved his large hand. He pulled over on the side of the road by Caesar. He was still in his auto mechanic uniform.

"What are you doing driving my car?" Caesar gritted between his teeth.

"And good morning to you too, Caesar," Joseph took off his glasses and shoved them between his collar, "Going to work? Need a ride?"

"Answer me."

"I finished up working on your car, running like a dream now."

Caesar blinked, "You… you're already done? I thought you needed a full day?"

"Well, I slept over in the shop. Worked on your car almost all of the night."

"Why would you do that?"

"You're welcome," Joseph rolled his eyes, "Jesus, so inconsiderate."

"I know, so why did you work all night for me and my crummy car?"

Joseph ran his fingers through his hair and sighed, "I know you weren't thrilled that I had to work on it to begin with. You just did it because Lisa Lisa made you. So I thought that...maybe I'd get some brownie points if I got it back to you sooner."

Caesar narrowed his eyes. He should be upset that Joseph was driving his car. All the sly remarks that he made to make Caesar feel like he was being rude. But seeing his car now with all the little dents removed, hearing the engine purr like a cat and seeing his shoes in the reflection of the hubcap. It showed a lot of care, a lot of work. All for what? For Caesar to like him? Was a car really going to make that happen? No, but it was a good start. Caesar licked his lips and jerked up his head.

"I'll take the ride, but I'm driving." Caesar said.

Joseph clicked his tongue but opened the car door, "Just don't make any dings while I'm in it. I'd hate to see all my work go to waste."

Caesar walked around to the drivers side, Joseph turned his body to make way for him. He was smiling, looking down on Caesar brush past him. It was hard not to breeze by his large chest with a shoulder or upper arm. Nor was it easy to ignore the smell of his youth. The smell of oil on his denim shirt and the musky scent from growing up. No aftershave, just the smell of the elements on him. He must have been up all night. Caesar got in the car and Joseph sat next to him. He pulled off of the street and onto the road.

The breeze messing up their hair, running it's figurative fingers through their locks. It would have been nicer if it wasn't so dry out. They were quiet for sometime, listening to the wind, until Joseph spoke up.

"So, that drink I asked you about yesterday. How about it?" He asked

Caesar blew a raspberry, "You were being serious? If you could ask your mother for me to have the night off, that would be a start for me to say yes."

"Oh come on, I'm sure you have the time for a drink. You Italians like a glass of wine don't you? I'll pay." Joseph sang.

"I really don't have the time, and I don't have the time with a man."

"Even with a man who fixed up your car? Making you look nice and pretty in it?"

Caesar paused.

"Maybe another time."

"I want to do it tonight."

"You're a big boy, you know you don't get everything handed to you right?" Caesar stopped at a red light and looked over at Joseph, "The world doesn't revolve around you. Other people work, they don't just do it for fun like you… I'm sorry."

He ended with I'm sorry because it did sound like he was coming off harsh. Usually he wouldn't care while talking to a guy like Joseph but when looking at him as he did now, that changed. Joseph's messy hair, almost covering his eyes, the way his lips curved down as Caesar spoke, and how his eyes darted down. He looked so low as he was trying to connect with someone who wasn't quite in the mood.

"Maybe another time. When I'm not working, alright? Another time."

Another time. Why was he saying that like he cared?

"Another time." Joseph repeated, almost to do it so Caesar would know how ridiculous he sounded.

Joseph rested his chin on his head as he turned away from Caesar. As Caesar drove faster, he would glance over at Joseph. He curled his upper lip in disgust.

"Oh my good God, you are not pouting right now are you? You're a grown man for fucks sake!" Caesar exclaimed.

Joseph said nothing.

"A child is what you're acting like- no not even a child, an actual baby."

Joseph didn't reply.

"I didn't say no alright! I'm busy tonight, I can't stop what I'm doing for a knucklehead like you."

Again, nothing.

"Listen, you baby, you don't even like me that much. And you know I don't like you... Why would you even want to go out to have a drink with a prick like me?"

Silence.

Another stop light came up, Caesar braked suddenly due to his ranting and jerked forward. Caesar was looking for some comeback from Joseph but there was nothing. Something in him almost wanted Joseph to fight back. But he kept staring at the people on the street and birds pecking at the gripped his steering wheel tight and groaned. He rested his head on the wheel.

"If something comes up…" Caesar muttered, looking at the light, "I'll have a drink with you tonight…"

"Hmm?"

"I said… If something comes up I'll have a drink tonight. If it's slow or something at the bar or if someone fills in."

"I want you to say yes." Joseph didn't turn his head yet.

"I can't give you a yes, have you not been listening to me?"

"I have. And I'm taking that into consideration. But I want a yes from you."

"Mother of god, okay, yes. I will. Now just… just look at me, dammit."

Just like that, Joseph faces him with that excited puppy dog look. Because he had gotten what he wanted. So he smiled, his knuckles squishing his cheek.

"Sounds like a plan, Caesar."

Caesar sat up straight, the light turned green and he pushed on the pedal. With aggression, "Oh my g- I can't believe I just let you play me like that. Again! What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?!"

"Oi! Now don't start driving terribly, I was just thinking you weren't so bad."

Caesar groaned, "Just shut up. Just. Shut. Up."

Joseph chuckled, "You're a funny guy, Caesar. Really, you are."

Joseph pinched Caesar's leg. Just want Caesar needed after being played like a fiddle. Caesar blushes as he tried to speed through every yellow light to get to the restaurant. He parked his car and got out. He sighed and held out his keys.

"Get this car back to the shop. I'll pick it up sometime later."

"Can I get a please?"

"No."

"I can give you a ride there when we meet for a drink." Joseph said as he took the keys and moved to the drivers side.

"Doubt it, but I think I can make it there."

Caesar was about to tap the car and move away, but Joseph grabbed one of Caesar's suspenders and slouched him down. Their faces close.

"I plan on seeing you. If something comes up, right?"

Caesar was trying to think of something witty to say. But looking at Joseph's strong eyes, the only thing that came out was:

"Right… I have to go."

"See you tonight."

It was nice living in a city where everything was so close by. If your husband was running late, you could grab a drink after getting groceries without having to walk even a block down the street. If you met someone at a bar, you could take a right and there was a cheap motel to stay at. And if you worked at a restaurant in the morning till the afternoon, it was only one street over to work the bar during the evening until night. Caesar was changing out of his white shirt in the back of the bar and changing it out for a black one. Black was classy, it was slick, it was sexy. Caesar would roll up the sleeves, showing his wide forearms and skinny wrists: a lady killer. He had hung up the apron he was wearing at the restaurant on a coat rack and had sprayed behind his ears with cologne to refresh his scent. He learned that from his grandfather. It was eight at night, the business crowd would be rolling in soon, flicking ash into the trays with lipstick stained butts. Finishing brandy and glasses of rich wine throughout the night. First dates would come in later, nervous with anticipation. Trying not to play with jewelry and men trying not to ask for beers so they wouldn't belch on their new lady friend. Never was their men and women brave enough to show up with another man or woman.

Caesar could sometimes tell though. When someone would come in alone, and then a man would brush their loafer on another man's shin. Pretending they were strangers. A woman would grasp another woman's wrist as they giggle. Acting like they're close friends as they sway their heads closer towards each other. Wanting more than anything to kiss each other right then and there. Caesar would never say anything, he'd just refill their drinks and smile at these people. They always did tip more. Caesar walked behind the bar and began to clean glasses, making sure there were no specks. But barely before finishing a glass, a waitress leaned her breasts on the counter, looking at Caesar.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

"I work here. Why shouldn't I be here?"

"Lisa Lisa came by today and said you had the night off. She didn't tell you?"

Caesar raised an eyebrow and sat the glass down, "It would seem not. What did she say?"

"I overheard her talking to the manager. She told the manager to give you the night off. Said you were too busy tonight to work. Another bartender should be coming in soon."

Caesar placed both his hands on the counter and shook his head, "I was only busy with work tonight, she knows that."

The young waitress shrugged her shoulders, "Said you had other plans tonight."

"Other plans? Other plans. That son of a bitch," Caesar tossed the rag on the ground and ran his fingers through his hair, "That bastard!"

"No need to be mad. I'd be happy if I were you, my feet already hurt. So what are your plans?"

"They're with me."

Caesar scrunched his eyes closed tightly when he heard that voice. Like a super villain or something, he walked into the bar with swagger in his walk and one hand in his pocket. The young woman walked away at this point. Caesar rubbed his face and looked at Joseph. He had changed from this morning. It looked like he took a shower cause his brown hair was fluffy, and skin clear. He was wearing a mauved colored shirt, dark brown slacks, and a tie is a messy knot.

"I got here just on time it seems," Joseph said, "You look nice in black."

"You told Lisa Lisa I had plans?" Caesar muttered.

"Of course I did! We're having drinks tonight remember? You're like an old fart, we talked about it this morning."

"I know, dumbass! I told you if something came up-"

"And it did," Joseph leaned over the counter, almost mimicking the waitress, "I told her me and you had plans and she seemed thrilled. Wanted me to tell you myself but I guess it didn't really work out that way."

Caesar crossed his arms and huffed, popping out his hip.

"You could have let me know earlier. I don't want to go out in my work clothes."

"It's a good thing you and I look about the same size."

"You are a bastard, Joseph," Caesar said and sneaked behind the counter, his fingers trailing over the marble as he inches closer to Joseph, "You mess with my night, head," Caesar grabbed Joseph's knotted tie and pulled down, "My money." He gritted.

"There's more to life than money, Caesar." Joseph said, calmly which pissed Caesar off to no end.

"What would you know about it, rich boy? He let go of his tie, "Go home. Tonight's canceled."

"Caesar, I can't believe you. You aren't a man of your word?"

"Shut up, you keep playing with me and I don't like it. It's not fair that you keep doing things that change what I do."

"But something came up. And you said you'd have a drink with me," Joseph grabbed Caesar's sleeve and pulled, "What's wrong with you anyway? I got you a night off and I'm offering to buy you some drinks and you're acting like it's the worst thing ever. Get that stick out of your ass and come with me."

What was wrong with Caesar? Because even with Joseph's horrible convincing, he was somehow drawn to it. It must have been how boldly he said it, how much confidence he had. He was an idiot, Caesar thought, but he was charming. Caesar straightened back his shoulders and turned around. He walked over to Joseph and started to undo his tie with a sigh. Joseph smelt clean.

"I won't go out with a man who can't tie his own tie." Caesar said, working the tie.

"My granny would always do it for me. I tried my best, I wanted to look nice for the girls there." Joseph grinned.

"You're a fool, Jojo. A gigantic fool." Caesar tightened the tie and smoothed it out.

"This means you're coming with me, right?"

"Yes, it does," Caesar gave a pat to Joseph's chest, "Guess that means I'm just as big of a fool as you. Let me grab my stuff from the back and we'll go."

Joseph smirked, his cheekbones high as he did so and put his hands in his pocket, "Hope you don't mind but I drove your car out here."

"Of course you did. What should I have expected."

Caesar changed out of his work clothes in the car. Uncomfortably his chest was out in the small car as he took off the black shirt and tossed it in the back. He was delightfully surprised that Joseph had picked out a nice outfit. It was a horizontal black and white striped button up, it was a tad loose. Why was this boy a mammoth of a man? He began to unbuckle his belt and lifted his hips from the seat, pulling down his pants. Showing his long, fit legs in his white briefs as he unfolded the slacks Joseph brought. Caesar had noticed Joseph glancing at him every now and then. He could tell that his gaze would be at his thighs. He didn't know why, but he didn't care either. He was a good looking man after all.

"See something?" Caesar asked.

"Just think it's funny to see you in your knickers."

"Keep your eyes on the road, will yeah?"

"Yes,sir." Joseph saluted.

Caesar put on the brown pants and buttoned them again. He started to tie that black, silk tie Joseph gave him. Joseph glanced again and smiled.

"You look nice. I did a good job, huh?"

"Yeah, it's very strange you were able to coordinate such a good outfit. Did you just want to see me looking good or something?"

"I'm just a fashion icon, I know."

"A fashion icon who can't tie a tie." Caesar pulled out a cigarette and began to light the end once he settled down. He breathed in slowly.

"You got one for me there?" Joseph nudged Caesar's arm.

Caesar rolled his eyes and grabbed another cigarette. Joseph parted his lips and Caesar placed it and lit the end, "You should start buying your own, you bum."

"I am, I have a pack in my pocket right now," Joseph patted his leg, "Yours just looked better."

Caesar clicked his tongue and took a drag of his cigarette, "So where are you taking us?"

"Thought I'd take us both out of Little Italy tonight and go downtown."

"Wow, ritzy,"Caesar said, coyly, "Good thing you're paying."

"I'm not, Lisa Lisa gave me some money. Told me to have fun and take you home safely."

"Do you Joestar's just communicate with each other and hope it will meet other people?"

Joseph shrugged and let his cigarette hang out of his mouth. He chuckled and tapped his head, "We're cunning."

"You're something. That's for sure."

The worse thing was, is that Joseph was cunning, and Caesar would hate to admit that. He had that boyish charm, even with his ill mouth, could draw you in close. Chuckle at what he had to say, and that sickening sweet smile made you trust him. That was awful. Because he could twist that, and even when he did… he somehow came back from it. It must have been in his blood. Soon, the two arrived at the bar. Seeing well dressed men and women walk in while jazzy music played. In bluish neon lights, the bar was called Bizarre. It looked fancy, and that intimidated Caesar, but he would do his best to try and not look like a poor boy from Little Italy. Caesar stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray of the car, all the butts cleaned out of it. Joseph opened Caesar's door, cigarette still in his mouth like he was some kind of cowboy. He'd look good in a hat is what Caesar thought. He got out of the car.

"Do you want me to hang off of your arm?" Caesar asked.

"Making my way to it. You didn't give me shit for opening the door." Joseph smirked.

Joseph led the way to the doors as if he had been there before. Caesar followed behind as an older man in a navy jacket held open the door for the two of them. Joseph flicked his cigarette. It was bright inside, warm oranges with dark blues contrasting the hue. Roars of laughter from other drinkers and cigarette smoke tickling noses. The big band was playing their hearts out as the crowd clapped, swayed their legs to the improvised music, and filling their tip jar.

Joseph moved close against Caesar's side and leaned in close to his ear.

"What do you wanna drink?" Joseph asked, over the crowd.

"The house's red vino. I see a booth, I'm going to take it."

Joseph slapped Caesar's back, "Sounds like a plan."

Caesar sighed and rubbed his lower back as he crept over to the booth. Usually he'd be trying to lay eyes on a young lady, go up to her and ask to dance. But he knew these weren't Little Italy women. They were girlfriends discussing their wealthy husbands or their boutiques they owned and how the profits were. They would eat him up and spit him out once they heard the accent, or saw his rugged hands. They weren't worth the time. He liked the maids that caught the bus in the morning. He was now wondering how he got here. How did he get here? How was he just going to let Joseph string him along like this? He was becoming soft and squishy. Maybe it's what his grandfather told him this morning.

Be nice to Jojo.

Caesar must have been day dreaming because the next thing he saw was his reflection in a wine glass. He blinked and looked up, seeing Joseph happy with himself as he sat across from Caesar with a stout glass filled with brown liquid. Caesar reaches for his glass.

"Thank you." He breathed before taking a sip.

"Wow, a thank you I didn't have to pull out of you. You must be starting to like me," Joseph took a sip of, what seemed to be, brandy. He took out one of those cigarettes he said he had and lit it, "Might have to buy you a whole bottle of wine for that one."

"I'll step on your foot if you do that."

"Too late. It'll be there for us by the end of tonight."

Caesar groaned and rubbed his face, "Stop… stop doing that will you? Please?"

"Please too? Now you're just asking for a cigar."

"You're going to listen to me, and you're going to listen to me good, alright, Jojo?"

Caesar said this seriously. But it still sounded like he was asking. His hands were together, hunched over the table as Joseph leaned back and took a drag of his cigarette.

"All ears."

"You can't just plan for me to like you. You can't fix my car early, you can't get me off of work, you can't open doors for me, and you can't buy me bottles of wine. Just to expect me to be grateful for it and like you. I'm not a toy and that's not how you make friends."

"You and I aren't friends?"

Caesar turned his head and pinched his brow, "I don't know. I don't know, goddamnit…" Caesar muttered, "I've only known you for a day. I can't make you out, and guys like you I can figure out easily."

"Seems like I'm not a guy you know then," Joseph smirked, "And that gets under your skin, huh?"

"Yes, it does you asshole." Caesar gripped his wine glass tight and took a large drink.

"Well good, that's where I wanna be."

Caesar glared at Joseph, "What's wrong with you?"

Joseph leaned forward and took a sip of his drink. The ice clinked.

"You're not so easy either, Caesar. You have this nice guy attitude for women and close buddies. But just like me, you're arrogant and I can see that."

Caesar crossed his arms and slouched in the booth with his lips on the rim of his glass. If only looks could kill.

"Let me ask you something, Caesar. How many men could get you out for a night wearing someone else's clothes and having them drive your car to the bar? How many people have had you slip a cigarette into their mouth as they drove said car?"

"What's your point?" Caesar snapped.

"Sometimes people are just friends. I think that's me and you. I don't like you anymore than you like me. But I wanted to go out with you tonight, and you came with me. What does that say about us,hmm?"

Caesar chewed his cheek, watching Joseph ash his cigarette and place that same hand on his cheek. Waiting for a response. The boy was smart. That smart mouth did get him into trouble and Caesar could see how now. Caesar shook his head and lowered his face down. It didn't seem right. Was the gesture of letting Joseph work on the car, lighting his cigarette, and wearing his clothes: were these all loving gestures? Just as Joseph brought the car back early, bought him wine, and cleaned the butts from the ashtray of the car? We're these all a hand shake? An agreement? Did this mean that they accidentally turned out to be friends? And Caesar didn't know it? Caesar lifted up his head, a sleepy smile on his face.

"I guess that means we're fucked up."

Joseph laughed, "Seems so," Joseph passed his cigarette to Caesar. A peace offering. Caesar took it and breathed in the smoke. Tasting the rich brandy Joseph left behind on the butt, "Now that's out of the way. Why don't we talk about something else?"

Now Caesar wasn't surprised he was having a nice chat. It all of a sudden made sense. Joseph was funny, Caesar was witty. It was a good back and forth they had that Caesar didn't let himself notice before. Maybe that was the forth glass of red wine talking. His hair had become messy, and he had popped open a few of his buttons on his shirt. Tie unhinged. His giggles more relaxed after stupid things Joseph said, his faint cheeks becoming pink. Joseph was drinking slow. Only now finishing his second glass of brandy, he chewed on the ice like a child. The crowd had thinned out by now, people had hopped to a different bar with different music. More expensive drinks. But the two men stayed in the booth, chatting into the night.

"My type of woman… That's tricky, I love them so much," Caesar chuckled, "I like them tall, I like them short. I love long hair and short, straight and curly. Big nose, small nose, heh, noses that look like little pigs. God, women are just lovely, right Joseph?"

"They have a way about them, that's for sure."

"What about you? What's your type?"

Joseph chuckled and sipped the last drop of his drink, "Well, sadly I don't love all women the same as you do," That made Caesar laugh, "I've always had a thing for blondes. I'll probably marry a blonde, but brunettes are nice too. Second best I'd say."

Caesar whistled, "Blondes are tricky little beasts."

"I know, just look at you."

"Heh, yeah, assholes are what blonde men are. We're charming and we know it," Caesar said, proudly, "But blonde women are ruthless. They're beautiful, sweet, but could tear you in two. Maybe you have a thing for difficult people. You're difficult yourself."

"Thank you, that's how brown haired men are."

Caesar chuckled and placed his palm on his cheek, "Is that why you like me? Am I your type?" He joked.

Joseph didn't say anything, but his eyes looked soft. That emerald color was light, and seemed lush like a pillow. Caesar could lay his head on his iris and fall asleep. Caesar hummed and tapped his fingers on the table.

"Grab that bottle of vino and let's take this chat back to my house. Since you're acting as a sober driver you can take me home."

"And you want me to just walk home late at night? I can put up a fight but I'd rather not at this time of night."

"No, stupid, you'll spend the night with me."

"Good ole fashion sleep over. Are we teenage girls now?"

"Don't make it weird, now come on. That's what friends do."

Joseph grinned, "Friends?"

"Only if you pay the tab and grab that bottle," Caesar got up from the booth and tapped Joseph's cheek a few times, "I'll meet you out in the car, friend."

Caesar opened his bedroom door, waltzing in with two glasses and setting them on the vanity. Joseph walked in behind him and handed him the bottle of wine. Caesar popped the cork and began to pour a large amount of liquid into both. He handed a glass to Joseph.

"Small." Joseph mumbled.

Caesar shook his head, "To you maybe. This is the biggest apartment in the building. Two beds, two baths, and an upstairs. There's a family above us that doesn't even have that."

Caesar raised his glass and Joseph tapped his against Caesar's. They both took a sip. Caesar sat down on the bed. His back resting on a pillow with his legs stretched out. He patted the space next to him and Joseph sat on the edge of the bed instead of next to him. He didn't seem uncomfortable, it just looked like something Joseph wasn't used to. Something told Caesar that Joseph didn't experience this often, it must have been the tension in his shoulders. That Joseph often didn't have another house to go over to when he was younger, that no one invented him into their home. Let alone offer a spot on the bed. Joseph drank his wine fast now that he wasn't supposed to go anywhere else tonight. Caesar rolled over on his side and took a sip of his drink.

"Joseph." Caesar asked.

"Hmm?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Since we're getting along? Yes."

Caesar nudged him with his foot, "Have you ever been in a relationship before?"

"Trying to see if I'm a virgin or something?"

"Are you?" Caesar smirked, and waved his hand, "No, not unless that's what a relationship means to you. Did you have many friends in England?"

Joseph swirled the wine in his glass and shrugged, "I had school mates, but I wouldn't really call them friends. It was a private school so they weren't the type to get into trouble like me. Never argued."

"Girlfriends?"

"There were girls who liked me, but none I liked enough to call them girlfriends," Joseph slouched slightly, legs spread as he placed his elbows down, " We would hold hands, kiss, sometimes sex but once they wanted to linger around me all the time and call me their boyfriend, I was over them. They really weren't my type either."

"You like an edge, don't you?"Caesar said and sat up, moving over toward Joseph on the bed. He felt like touching him, but didn't do it, "You like someone giving you a hard time."

"Helps me think better," Joseph faced Caesar, "I like people who keep me on my toes. People like you. I've known you for almost two days now, and you've made the gears in my head move constantly."

Caesar chuckled, his hair fell in front of his face, "That's a nice way to say you like assholes."

Joseph laughed as well, like Caesar was contagious, "I guess people like other people like them."

"They say that opposites usually attract."

"Fuck that. That saying is bullshit and everyone knows it. Who would want to be with a type of person that they would usually hate?"

"I would usually hate you… And now, I kinda don't."

Joseph clicked his tongue and smiled at Caesar, "So kind of you to say. But that's the same with me," Joseph sat his glass down on the ground, "A guy like you, if I heard one snarky remark…"

Joseph leaned forward, causing Caesar to move back, closer to the bed. He started to pin Caesar, and Caesar just let him do it. He hadn't seen this look in Joseph before. His bushy brows low and jaw tight. Joseph took Caesar's glass and sat it on the end table.

"If you said one thing I didn't like." At this point Joseph was on top of Caesar, his hands moving to cup Caesar's wrists.

"Joseph?"

"I'd pound you into the dirt. Yesterday I would have fought you in the auto shop with all that shit you were talking…'" Joseph's face was close to Caesar with a look that was deadly serious. Caesar gupled, "...Usually."

Just like that, Joseph let go of Caesar's wrists. Caesar blinked as Joseph still stayed on top of him. He wondered why he didn't move? Was this a joke? Was it serious? Was it real? Caesar licked his lips. His hands were clammy, his face felt warm. Was he blushing?

"So why didn't you?" Caesar breathed.

Joseph softly sighed, "I like blondes."

"Stop playing. Just tell me the truth."

Joseph bit his lip, "I saw you, almost as tall as me. Unafraid. Walking as if you knew the whole world. Until you saw me," Joseph pulled a loose strand of hair out of Caesar's eyes, "I shook the Earth beneath you. I liked that look you gave me."

Caesar finally figured it out. His face dropped, he looked directly into Joseph's eyes, and Joseph did the same. Sometimes Caesar wished he wasn't so smart. Or maybe at this point, wasn't so stupid.

"You didn't want to be friends, did you?"

"No, but it's lucky that we did. Or else I wouldn't be here.

"This was just another plan wasn't it?"

"Yes."

"What if I told you I didn't like you the way you like me?"

"I'd get what I want. If you haven't noticed I'm pretty good at that," Joseph tried to place his fingers on Caesar's chin, but he turned his head, "I want to kiss you."

"What?!"

"Are you going to let me or is that going to be hard to do too?" Joseph asked, "Come on, can't be any different than kissing a lady, right?"

"Ladies are pretty and you're-"

"Why haven't you told me to get off of you yet? I know you could push me off," Joseph pulled Caesar's face to look at him again with his finger, "You're curious of me, aren't you? Like I am of you."

Caesar raised an eyebrow, "All of this because of curiosity?"

This somehow made sense to Caesar. If two people wouldn't usually get along, they would do whatever they needed to figure out why it worked. Maybe Joseph wasn't going about it the right way. It was too quick as well. But men like Caesar and Joseph, they moved fast. They needed conclusions, the beginning and middle didn't matter, only what happened in the end. Caesar unclenched his hands.

"What happens if we… If we…"

"Like it?" Joseph finished, "I guess that'll be a new chapter to discuss in our friendship if we get there."

"What if only one of us likes it?"

"My answer stays the same."

Caesar groaned and tipped his head back, "Don't you just want to get drunk instead?"

"I need an answer from you, Caesar."

Caesar looked at Joseph's lips. They didn't look chapped, they looked plump, and like they would be gentle. He closed his eyes. One kiss couldn't hurt, right? Only unless it became multiple. He took a deep breath, and that's all Joseph needed. He pressed his lips to Caesar and kissed him. His lips were smooth and soft, they felt warm and lush. Joseph was right, it didn't feel much different to kiss a man. Maybe Joseph was just a good kisser. Caesar was blushing, and he was mad that this man had made his cheeks turn red so often. But Joseph felt hot as well, he must have been blushing too. Joseph's chest was pressed against Caesar as he laid more comfortably on him. Joseph tasted like stale cigarettes and fresh wine. Caesar parted his lips, and almost forgot he was kissing another man. Joseph ran his fingers through Caesar's hair as the kiss was deeper. Joseph was about to turn his head until Caesar pulled away. His eyes were half open as he quietly breathed out.

"So? Satisfied?" Caesar asked.

Joseph brushes back Caesar's hair, "Being satisfied would be to kiss you longer," Joseph lowered his head to Caesar's neck, "Did you like it?"

"Just to let you know, you have taken advantage of a drunk person." Caesar said, trying to change the subject.

"A man like you? Four and a half glasses of wine won't get you drunk. You're huge."

"Offense taken."

"Just say if you liked it or not. Please?"

Caesar sighed, "I did."

Joseph missed Caesar's neck, gently, shyly. It tickled Caesar's skin, but the warmth felt good.

"Don't sound so sad about it."

"You sound sad about it. Why can't I?"

"Is it something you think we should be sad about?" Joseph raised his body up again, he cupped Caesar's cheeks, running his thumb over the plush parts, "Is it sad that I want to kiss you again?"

The room felt so calm. Maybe it was because it was so dark outside. Or that everyone in the complex was asleep, and the only two awake were dumbstruck brutes. In that moment, Caesar sunk into Joseph's big hands. His chest felt heavy from Joseph's weight. Could he carry it? Did he want to? Did he want to think about that? The answer was no, Caesar knew that. But in those giant hands, hands that could pummel him. But instead they held him. He wanted to say yes. They were sad because that meant they truly liked each other, and they couldn't go back to pretending they didn't. Caesar reached his hands up to Joseph's collar, and began to undo his tie. Once it was hanging in two strands, he wrapped his arms around Joseph's neck and pulled him down. Kissing him again. And moving his lips to kiss again and again.

There was more enthusiasm in the kiss from Joseph. Expected.

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