Hey guys! I know it's been awhile but I've been busy with school. Hopefully it'll be worth the wait and I'll try to pot more often. Enjoy!

That night, Caesar and Joseph slept together in the same bed. It was a tight squeeze, but they were able to be comfortable next to each other on Caesar's queen size mattress. Later that night after kissing, they stripped out of their button ups but stayed in their pants. Belts off of course.

In the middle of the night, Joseph's arm smacked on Caesar's chest, waking him up to an open mouth snore. He was annoyed, but only as annoyed as you could be to a person you were just kissing earlier. In his sleepy state, Caesar took his hand into his, Joseph moved on his side. Caesar took his arm and wrapped it around his shoulder, shuffling closer to Joseph and closing his eyes again. He wasn't sure why he did it. Maybe it was because he was half asleep. Maybe he wanted to know what it felt like to be spooned by another man. Joseph did snuggle closer at this point and his snoring ceased. Must have been because his nose was buried in Caesar's hair. Maybe he did it to see if he liked it while Joseph couldn't say anything. Caesar closed his eyes, but he didn't go back to sleep just yet.

He wondered if this was a flook. If tonight they did perhaps drink a little too much and out of that came kissing. Maybe Joseph didn't mean a word he said. Since knowing Joseph for such a short time that could have been the case. But who isn't serious about something like this? Who wouldn't be serious about kissing? Caesar knew there had been many girls he kissed before, for the sheer purpose to see if he could. Maybe that's what Joseph did. No, kissing another man was serious, done out of sincerity. Caesar just wanted to know what this meant. Was tonight a date? Would there be another night like this? Would they kiss again? Would they go further? Would Caesar want to go further? Would Joseph? Would they stay close to each other's body like this often? This was too much for Caesar to think about while trying to go back to sleep. So he slept. Feeling Joseph's arm constrict against him tighter. His skin felt so hot.

When morning came, the light hit Caesar's eyes like it did every morning. His eyes fluttered and he rubbed his face. He couldn't feel Joseph's arm around him anymore. He yawned and rolled over, he saw that the spot was empty. Caesar sighed, and rubbed his hand around the space. It smelt like Joseph, he wondered how long it would take for the scent to leave the sheets. He began his routine.

Window. Maids. Suzi-Q. Wave. Coffee. Shower. Outfit. Drink. Window.

"Caesar! Breakfast! Come down, already!" Zeppeli called.

Caesar was upset that Joseph left already. He wanted to talk. Ask him about the mess he had created, and that Caesar collaborated with. Get mad at him before the maids went to the bus stop and see that shit-eating grin he'd do when Caesar raised his voice. It would be a while til Caesar would need another tune up on his car. Caesar was starting to think it was for the best, that Joseph left before he woke up. It just would have been more confusing. Joseph was smart in that retrospect. Caesar started to walk downstairs, to his surprise, he heard his grandfather chuckling. He started to walk down the stairs faster, Caesar's eyes widened.

Joseph raised his coffee mug and smiled at Caesar.

"Good morning, lazy bones!" Joseph greeted, "I thought you'd sleep all day."

"Joseph, you're still here?" Caesar asked.

"Of course he is," Zeppeli handed Caesar a fresh cup of coffee before setting down an omelet and a plate of bacon in front of Joseph, "I couldn't let the boy leave on an empty stomach."

"Thank you, Mr. Zeppeli, looks great."

"I thought you left." Caesar said and sat down at the table.

"What? You think I'd be so rude to leave without saying goodbye? Or saying hello to your grandfather?" Joseph tucked a napkin into his collar.

"He was up a few minutes before I got up. I thought someone was breaking in because you didn't tell me you were having company." Zeppeli said, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"You should have seen it! He raised up his fist, I thought he'd knock me out before I could say 'I'm Joseph Joestar! Caesar's friend.'"

Joseph was being polite. Noisy, but polite. Of course Caesar's grandfather couldn't land a punch on Joseph at his age. But he was being funny, and showing he had respect when cutting into the fluffy eggs. Zeppeli placed the same breakfast plate in front of Caesar.

"I should have known from the size of the boy he was a Joestar," Zeppeli said, "I've been talking to him about myself all morning. Very rude of me."

"It's been fun, don't say that! I like getting to know my friends' family."

This was strange, seeing his grandfather and the man he had just kissed last night having small talk in front of him during breakfast. Strange because Zeppeli wouldn't usually do the same for other companies and girls who stayed over. It was usually awkward and somehow as his grandfather started coffee, he'd have to go out. Trying not to talk to them too often. But with Joseph, he was an open book. Caesar nawed on a piece of bacon. Zeppeli checked his watch and gasped.

"Shit, I better get going. I have to get to the grocery store. Stay on schedule and such," Zeppeli stood up and put on his jacket and shoes. He kissed the top of Caesar's head, "It was very nice to meet you, Jojo. Stop by anytime."

Joseph stood up and held out his head. Zeppeli grabbed it and shook strongly, "Very nice to meet you. Thank you again for breakfast and the chat."

Zeppeli nodded, "I'll see you later, Caesar."

"Bye, Pops."

Caesar watched as his grandfather walked out the door, once he heard it shut, he turned his attention to Joseph. Joseph tore a piece of bacon with his teeth and smiled.

"Your grandfather is a very good cook," Joseph said. This didn't amuse Caesar. He swallowed, "So… I stayed."

"So you did. Now you're meeting my grandfather like a girlfriend."

"If you're concerned that he thinks we kissed, you don't have to worry about that. He can't smell that type of thing, you know? You gotta say it."

"I know… I just thought that… I thought you had changed your mind or that you regretted last night."

"What was there to regret?" Joseph asked and sipped his coffee.

Caesar shook his head and picked up his mug, "Nothing, nothing. Let's just change the subject," he didn't want such a great long conversation if Joseph was going to be proud of his decision, "What did you and my grandfather talk about this morning?"

Joseph tapped on the table, "Right, very interesting stuff, actually. Did you know your grandfather lived in England for sometime?"

"Of course I did. When he was younger."

"We'll get this, he knew my grandfather. He's deceased now. Long before I was born, but he told me all sorts of stuff about him that my granny never told me."

Caesar raised an eyebrow. This was a stranger conversation than he thought it would be.

"Hmm, small world." Caesar muttered on the rim of his cup.

"Yeah! I thought the same thing. Told me he liked to box, and told me about all the fights him and my distant great uncle Dio had. The bastard Dio is from the sound of him. And how he helped Johnathan with a broken arm once-"

Joseph kept on rambling. But all Caesar could think was precisely- small world. How is it that his grandfather knew a Joestar just like Joseph from so many years ago? How is it that a Jojo ran in the family, and the Zeppeli's were a part of that run in? Was this Johnathan- Jojo- so similar to Joseph? He must have been just as tall, maybe taller. Joseph must have gotten the eye color from him, the piercing look and comforting glare he had must have been inherited by him. Lisa Lisa never had a look similar to Joseph. Caesar bit his thumb nail as Joseph went on. Did every Zeppeli know a Joestar, or did they never survive them? We're they a part of some destiny, and that's why him and Joseph were meant to be friends? Destiny. What a big word.

Joseph clapped his hands in front of Caesar's face, Caesar jerked away, spilling some coffee in his lap.

"Ugh, idiot!"

"You're the idiot. You were supposed to be listening to me. Not daydreaming," Joseph rolled his eyes, "Oh whatever. I guess it's not that important to you."

"No, no, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to look so uninterested. My grandfather just never talked about a guy named Johnathan Joestar before."

"Really? He seemed to talk about him pretty fondly."

"So no falling out it seems."

"No, it seemed like they had a good friendship."

There was a brief pause.

"Was it… a friendship like ours?"

Joseph began to burst out in laughter. His chest rising up high as he did so, he slapped his leg a few times. Caesar didn't find this so funny.

"No, Caesar. Not like what we have. Just an old friend. My god, those kisses are weighing heavy on you, huh?"

"Shut up, that's not it," Caesar spat, "I was just wondering…"

"Us Joestar's are pretty charming. Good at drawing people in,but we're not all one in the same."

That comment wasn't very amusing to Caesar. He glared at Joseph because it was the truth. The type of truth Caesar hated. Joseph smiled and scooted his chair next to Caesar. He put his arm around Caesar's shoulder. Caesar lowered his head into his coffee cup, but Joseph put his finger under Caesar's chin. He kissed Caesar softly. Caesar's eyes were wide open as he did so. This was another piece of the puzzle. Caesar pulled away and gasped.

"Oh, don't act so surprised. You've been looking like you needed a kiss all morning." Joseph said.

"Did you do that because you wanted to or are you messing with me?"

"Everything I do is because I want to do it," Joseph put his hand on Caesar's jawline, "I'm about to do it again. So don't look so shocked again."

"Joseph-"

Joseph leaned in again. His lips were soft, so smooth and warm. Caesar closed his eyes and blushed. Caesar gripped Joseph's shoulders, pulling at his shirt as he did so. Joseph held the back of Caesar's head as he deepened the kiss. Caesar lowered himself, letting his hands trace down to Joseph's chest, he pulled Joseph's collar. They were the same clothes he wore yesterday. Caesar pulled away, the two of them out of breath. Caesar wiped his mouth as Joseph smirked.

"What are your plans for today?" Joseph asked.

"I don't have any. Saturday is always my free day."

"Shoot, I think I could have waited a day to take you out for that drink."

Caesar laughed, "Yeah, I know, stupid," His arms were still around Joseph's neck, he removed them slowly and cleared his throat, "You busy?"

"I'm surely not."

Joseph nuzzled Caesar's neck. It felt nice, his hair tickling the crease of Caesar's neck and feeling his mouth graze him. But this wasn't the right time for something like that. Not yet anyway. Caesar placed his hands on the side of Joseph's head and made him face him.

"Would you like to go somewhere special?" Caesar murmured.

"Where is it?" Joseph said, just as quiet.

"It's special," Caesar got up, "Come on. Take a shower and I'll lend you some clothes. You're going to follow one of my plans now."

"Can we finish our breakfast first?"

"Sure."

So they finished their omelets and coffee together. During that time they had some petty argument they wouldn't remember. Joseph's hand kept creeping on Caesar's thigh. Caesar wanted to let it stay, and he would for sometime. But he always pushed it off.

Caesar and Joseph were currently climbing up a grassy, green hill in the Red Stone Park. They heard little children toss rocks and mothers smoking cigarettes telling them to play nice. While couples were having midday picnics, Caesar and Joseph bypassed all of them. Thinking they had found the perfect place to sit with the right amount of shade and not too much breeze. But Caesar knew the best spot, past all of those people. Passed the park.

"I didn't know this special place was also a secret one," Joseph said, putting one foot in front of another, "We close yet?"

"Pretty close, it's at the top of the hill," Caesar raised his hand above his eyes and smiled. He slapped Joseph's arm, "Race you to the top,slowpoke!"

Caesar started to run, causing Joseph to chase after him. They laughed as they slipped on the dewy grass. Joseph would pull Caesar's collar to trip him up so he would get ahead, Caesar would do the same back. They were being very vulgar when they did this. When reaching the top, they both fell on their butts. Breathing heavily, their body's clammy. But they looked at each other. Tired with their mouths open and grinning. Caesar swallowed, and pushed his bangs away from his forehead. He pointed.

"Right there," Caesar said and got up. He reached his hand towards Joseph, "Come on, get up."

Joseph looked at what Caesar was pointing at. It was a willow tree. It looked to be the only one in the park, which was sad. It was up too far and on a terrible hill, no wonder no one was there. The vegetation of the tree was full. It was a warm green color, energetic even with the leaves pointing down on the vines. It was a big tree, a strong tree. Looked like it had been there for ages. Joseph took Caesar's hand and got off of the ground. For a while they held hands as Caesar led the way, but their fingers began to pull, and drift apart. It felt like they were young boys on a scouting adventure, going to places they weren't supposed to go to. They reached the tree.

"This is my favorite part, look out there." Caesar said.

Below the hill was a small creek, water rushing down moist rocks. The water looked clear and sparkling as dragonflies would dip their legs down and fly up again. It was peaceful, something that the two men needed but didn't know it.

"How beautiful." Joseph mumbled. He pulled at Caesar's short sleeve. The two of them sat down under the tree.

"I come here all the time. It always clears my mind. Zeppeli told me I could walk to the park on my own when I was a child. I found this spot and I thought it was the best place to be when I was thinking too much."

Caesar looked off at the creek, And remembered how many times he would cry about his father in this spot. How he would hit the tree with a stick when he was angry about his circumstances. How he would bring a young woman here, facing the other side of the tree to kiss. They never saw the stream, but only heard tossed a pebble far, landing in the water.

"Is that why you brought us here?" Joseph asked, picking up a small rock and offered it to Caesar, "You've been thinking too much."

Caesar took the rock and chucked it again, "You haven't been thinking enough. It's like your head is empty."

"On the contrary. I've never felt so clear before."

"Bullshit," Caesar spat, "How could you say such a thing?"

Joseph pulled out his personal stash of cigarettes. He had them all lined up in a perfect row in a silver compact. He took one out and lit it, the smoke went out his nose as he breathed out.

"What do you mean?"

Caesar clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"Like that. What do you mean?" Caesar mocked, "You slept in the same bed as me. You ate with my grandfather, you kissed me again. You must not be thinking if you have the audacity to do such a thing."

"Audacity. Heh, I like that description."

"It means you're rude."

"It means I'm bold."

Caesar sighed, a cool breeze came by to say hello. Caesar picked at the grass and let the tiny trimmings fall down to the ground. Ash fell off of Joseph's cigarette.

"What does it mean?" Caesar asked, actually looking for an answer. Because he knew he didn't have it.

Joseph shrugged, "I never kissed a guy before you," He confessed, "I never even looked at a guy like I've looked at you. But I liked it, and even looking at you now with that somber look on your face, I still want to kiss you."

Caesar chuckled, "How cheesy," Caesar laid down in the ground, "So what? Are you going to talk about running away together too? Take me in as a lover while we live on your rich boy money? Take me on nice dates while you make me a homebody til we're old?"

"My god! You have been thinking too much. How ridiculous that idea sounds."

Caesar turned his head. He noticed that Joseph sat like no one could move him. As he took a drag off of his cigarette he looked unnerved by the decisions he made. He was a man of no regrets, that worried Caesar. He thought Joseph must not have a part in his brain that made him look back on his actions. He was like Italian paintings his grandfather showed him. Perfect strokes. Perfect stillness. Perfect mindset.

"So what is it?" Caesar asked, "Will you keep stealing kisses from me? Will you assume I'm okay with this? Will you just think that I'll go along with whatever you have planned?"

"Let me ask you something to answer your questions," Joseph tucked hair behind Caesar's ear, "Would you let me?"

Caesar rested his arms on his stomach. He took in a deep breath as the sun landed on his feet. A bird flew by.

"I think I might." He whispered.

"Then go with it," Joseph leaned down, holding Caesar's cheek, "Look forward and never go back. I know I don't."

"You Joestar's don't have it in you to look back."

"Never."

Joseph moved his thumb to Caesar's bottom lip, he leaned down and kissed Caesar. For the first time as Joseph kissed him, everything was quiet. The wind, the creek, the voices in Caesar's head that were telling him he should stop. But why? If it felt nice to kiss a man who he knew so briefly, why was that so bad? Caesar took the advice, and kissed Joseph back. His eyes falling close as Joseph laid on the ground next to Caesar. Cigarette smoke was getting in his hair. Joseph pulled away and placed the cigarette between Caesar's parted lips. He didn't seem to mind the smoke, but enjoyed the closeness.

"Oh, what it might be like to walk around in your mind sometime…" Caesar said and brushed his knuckles against Joseph's cheek.

"Maybe you'll know," Joseph smiled. Knowing how cheesy Caesar could be himself, "In the meantime, you wanna chuck some more rocks?"

"Sure… Can I stay over at your apartment tonight?"

"Oh? Would you like a home cooked meal as well?"

"You can cook?"

"Barely. I can make a mean spaghetti and meatballs."

"Is that supposed to woo me?"

"I don't know, did it?"

"No."

Joseph snapped his fingers, "Damn, maybe next time then."

So after tossing more rocks, stopping by the grocery store, having Caesar grab some clothes and a toothbrush, saying goodbye to his grandfather for the night, they went to Joseph's apartment. Of course it was in a nicer part of Little Italy, around the area where Lisa Lisa had her own home and other rich money people would live at. Little crime, many parties, not enough music. Joseph unlocked the door with his hands full with brown bag groceries. Caesar shut the door behind him as Joseph lifted his knee to the bag to make sure they wouldn't fall.

"You know, I could have helped you carry those." Caesar said, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"You're a guest, I couldn't let you do that," Joseph grunted as he sat the bags on the kitchen table, "Go ahead, look around. I'll get this all squared away."

Caesar shrugged as Joseph rustled around in the bags. It was a spacious studio apartment. Kitchen of course by the entrance, small with linoleum floors, clean and checkered. Joseph's bed was big with a black comforter that hadn't been made up yet with scattered pillows the same color. The bed was by a window, Joseph must have liked to look out of it. Caesar walked through the open entrance, there was a small coffee table with an ashtray that looked rather new with few butts in it already. Caesar must have gotten Joseph addicted to cigarettes already. Joseph owned a bookcase, filled with hardcover books and comic books not in any particular order. But the Art of War was next to a copy of Superman which Caesar found strange. On the shelf was a photo of a man who resembled Joseph, holding a helmet under one of his arms. This man looked to be Joseph's father. A photo of Lisa Lisa, young and beautiful, looking like she did now next to it. The woman never aged. An older woman next to a small Joseph to the right. He put his bag on the ground. Caesar picked up the frame and chuckled.

Joseph was bright eyed, in his little shorts holding a small airplane as the blonde woman next to him shyly smiled. He was tugging on her skirt, his mouth wide and cheeks fat. He hadn't changed a bit from this photo.

"That's my granny and me," Joseph said, leaning on the frame of the kitchen exit, "She always liked the picture of us. Wanted me to have it when I moved here."

"You had stubby little legs."

"I was five."

"Do you have anything to drink?"

"I have some beers. Come here, keep me company while I cook. You've snooped enough."

"You still don't have those stubby legs under your trousers do you?"

"I'm taller than you aren't I?"

"Touché"

They cracked open a few beers. As Caesar sat in the chair backwards, watching Joseph fumble with the cooking. Laughing loudly as Joseph got annoyed with his critiques and slapped Caesar's hand with a wooden spoon when he wanted to taste the sauce. They shared little stories, made small chat. A few jabs here and there. As water boiled Joseph put his arms around Caesar's shoulders and rested his chin on the top of his head. They both drank two beers before dinner even started. But the apartment smelt like red sauce and garlic. A hot meal. This felt almost like a dream to Caesar. A man cooking him dinner with the intention to make a good impression. The dream part was that Caesar was actually liking it. He never could envision himself with a man before and being treated as such by one. But seeing Joseph roll beef into balls and hum softly, he could see it. He now wanted to act like a Joestar, and only look forward.

Joseph sat a plate of spaghetti in front of Caesar a long with another beer

"Bon appetit"

"Grazie"

Joseph turned on a small radio in the kitchen. A late night ballet played and the scratchy sound filled the room. Joseph sat across from Caesar as he cracked a new beer. They ate rather quietly. They had discussed so much already that they had worked up an appetite. Chewing on fully cooked meatballs and trying not to slurp their noodles. Half way through the meal, and when the song transitioned into a new one, Joseph's foot started to slide on Caesar's leg.

"What made you want to stay the night with me?" Joseph asked.

Caesar swallowed his food and dabbed his lips with a napkin, "I thought it was only fair that since you stayed at my house I should do the same with you."

Joseph chuckled, "Give me the real reason."

"You don't think that's real enough?"

"You're no good with lying. Come on, I wooed you in the park and that's why isn't it? You find me irresistible now."

"Get your foot off my leg." Caesar grumbled.

Joseph pulled his foot away, "Tell me. I know I'm right but I want to hear it from you."

Caesar rolled his eyes and took a sip of his beer, softly sighing after, "I wanted to see if I liked it. You know, before somehow you would just drag me here and… expect something out of me."

"Ah, so instead of that you're expecting something out of me, huh? How cheeky of you."

"Shut up, bastard, it's not like that."

"It most certainly is," Joseph put down his fork and instead picked up his beer, "You want something out of me just like I want something out of you."

"Oh yeah, what would that something be?"

Joseph took a sip of his beer, he sounded refreshed after that, "I want to know you. I want to know what you like and what you don't."

"That's not right."

"And why not?"

"Sounds too simple for you."

Joseph laughed, "I know I didn't make a good impression with tricking you and such but…Sometimes things are simple. These are just one of those times."

No. No, Caesar couldn't stand that answer. There was no way that something like this, this… abnormality that the two of them were facing right now. It was an outlier, and there was no way there was just a simple answer to their situation. This wasn't the decade, this wasn't the place, and this wasn't the right time to have a simple answer for two men to be intimate as they were now. But that ditzy look on Joseph's face as he tried to keep the noodles on his fork and his tongue out to catch them. He'd wipe sauce off his cheek and smile as Caesar as he chewed. He did see that he meant it. He at least meant it for now anyway. But living in the now was so scary. Caesar scooted his plate away and finished the rest of his beer, wiping his lips afterwards. He got up and walked over to Joseph. Joseph straightened up and raised an eyebrow, Caesar grabbed his chair and turned it, making a loud rumble noise on the ground.

"What's this about?" Joseph asked, smirking.

Caesar put his hands on Joseph's thighs. He squeezed as he leaned forward to kiss Joseph. Joseph closed his eyes. He raised one arm and wrapped it around Caesar's lower back. Caesar held Joseph's face, his cheek wasn't smooth. He needed to shave every morning. Caesar opened his mouth more, and felt Joseph's tongue run along his top lip. He pulled away and set his forehead on Joseph's. His eyes clenched close tightly.

"You're not playing around?" Caesar asked.

"Are you? This seems so sudden of you when you were so unsure just a moment ago."

"I think fast. I'm not messing with you anymore, Jojo. So what is it?" Caesar opened his eyes, they looked sleepy but deadly serious, "You think you're ready for this? Because I know what my answer is."

Joseph began to stand up, both arms now wrapping around Caesar. Like a snake playing with food. Joseph was very viper-like. Caesar could have sworn he grew fangs as Joseph looked at him and constricted him tighter towards him. Joseph just pressed his lips to Caesar's, and then trailed down to his neck. Caesar softly sighed. Just say it. Caesar thought. Just say it so I know.

But Joseph was the doing type. That's why while he kissed Caesar's skin, he was walking them out of the kitchen. In spins and slow steps, Caesar found himself lying on Joseph's bed. What a smooth trick on Joseph's part. He stayed nuzzled in Caesar's neck as Caesar lazily ran his fingers through his hair. Joseph began to pop off the buttons on Caesar's shirt, he ran his hand over his chest and kissed his collar bone.

"What are you planning, Joseph?" Caesar breathed.

"It's obvious, idiot." It was, "I'm going further."

"How much further?"

"Not too much. You'll freak out if I go too far and you'll start overthinking, you're easily freaked."

"Only since I've met you."

Joseph chuckled, "I highly doubt that."

Joseph moved his mouth to Caesar's peck. He wrapped his lips around Caesar's nipple, causing him to jerk up and grab Joseph's shoulders. He blushed darkly.

"That feels weird." Caesar said.

"Women seem to like it. I would think it's the same with men."

"Then let me do it."

Joseph chuckled and looked up at Caesar, "Maybe next time."

Joseph began to suck, causing Caesar to put his hand over his mouth. He didn't want to make a sound. Not yet anyway. Joseph would get too cocky if that happened. He breathed out slowly and looked at Joseph.

"What makes you think there's going to be a next time?"

"Intuition."

Joseph bit down softy, causing Caesar to jerk up a bit before Joseph began to lap his tongue around the sensitive skin. Caesar closed his eyes and quietly moaned, keeping it as muffled as he could. But he could feel the smirk on Joseph's lips on his chest. His hands crept down Caesar's stomach down to his belt buckle. Undoing the metal hatch and unzipping his pants. Caesar swallowed and caught his breath, his whole face was flushed from trying to keep it all in.

"You're hard." Joseph said.

"Idiot," Caesar stared up at the ceiling, "Just do what you want to do already."

"There's no romance in that."

"This isn't romantic."

"Oh, Caesar."

Joseph started to lower Caesar's pants and pull on the waistband, snapping it back on Caesar's hips. That got a huff out of him as he still didn't dare to look down, the hue had yet to leave his cheeks. He wondered how Joseph could have been so calm. It was strange to be the charmie and not the charmer for once. Joseph started to move his whole body down, he grabbed Caesar's hips and scooted him down a bit. They were both too large to be on the bed for something like this. Caesar's feet touched the ground, his back slightly arched as Joseph sat down and moved between his legs. He lowered down Caesar's underwear, his cock stood up, Caesar had his arms crossed. Still wanting to look stoic. Joseph paused, causing Caesar to turn down his chin.

"You have no clue what you're doing do you?" Caesar said.

"Well of course not. I've never been on this end before. It's… Heh, it's more intimidating than I thought."

"I think it might be a little too late for you to chicken out."

"I'm not,"Joseph tilted his head and moved closer, "I'm just trying to think of a good place to start."

"It's a dick, not rocket science."

Joseph brushed his lips against the shaft before pressing them against it. Caesar twitched, Joseph began to move his mouth to the tip and took it in. His mouth was wet and warm as he slowly began to suck. Caesar clenched his teeth and tipped his head back. Relief. Something he had yet felt with Joseph. Joseph began to suck harder and bob his head, he held onto Caesar's hips as he grunted. Joseph was finally blushing. Caesar braced himself and looked down, Joseph had looked so vulnerable. With his wet lashes, flushed cheeks and suckling noises as he went down the shaft further and further. He had lost that snake face and started to look human. He had no plan. This caused Caesar to push back Joseph's sweaty bangs and look at him. To look at himself.

His stomach began to tighten while Joseph steadily picked up the pace and moved quicker. Harsher. He was finally picking up the rhythm. Perhaps he did what he wanted someone else to do for him. His cheeks hollowed out, this made Caesar break into a sweat. He gripped some of Joseph's hair and tugged. His hips began to rock, causing Joseph to gag but that didn't stop him from continuing. Caesar parted his lips, a moan came out before he bit down on his thumb and thrusted his hips into Joseph's mouth. Caesar could tell that Joseph was looking at him, he just knew it. That he was looking at him with his damp eyes, cheeks sucked in as he moved his jaw and his forehead becoming sweaty. But he couldn't bear to look down. It felt good, and for whatever reason it couldn't be. Right? This had to be dirty, this had to be wrong. But if it was, why was Caesar biting his thumb so hard? Caesar felt Joseph's hands squeeze on his hips as he moved faster. Caesar clenched his eyes closed, opening his mouth but no noise fell out.

He was a stupid man.

Joseph felt Caesar cum hit his mouth. It shocked him at first, never having a feeling like that before. His instinct was to pull off, open his palm. He spat the combination of seed and saliva in his hand. Caesar caught his breath rather easily. He looked down at Joseph and groaned

"Disgusting."

"Well you wouldn't swallow it either!" Joseph said, rather embarrassed. His cheeks pink, "It's nasty stuff."

"What's nasty is you keeping it in your hand. Go was it off."

"I could just grab your ankle with this hand." Joseph threatened.

"Your face would meet my foot if you did that." Caesar said, slicking back his hair and pulling up his boxers and pants.

Joseph huffed and got up from the ground. He fixed his shirt and adjusted himself through his pants as he walked over to the kitchen. It was quiet. It didn't feel awkward, but there was something thick in the air. There wasn't a wise-crack from Joseph, something he would do after this. Or maybe he wouldn't. How could Caesar know? They only just met. Joseph turned on the water and pulled up his sleeves. Caesar chewed his cheek and got out of the bed. He slinked into the kitchen, touching the table, seeing all the beer bottles they had drank out of. It still smells like red sauce. As Joseph scrubbed his hands on a bar of soap, Caesar's arms sneaked around Joseph's waist. He straightened up, he didn't look back as Caesar laid his cheek on Joseph's shoulder.

"Why did we do that?"

"Not this again." Joseph groaned

"Why did I let you?" Caesar whispered.

"Why do you have your arms around me now?" Joseph asked

"It… feels right to do."

"And there's nothing wrong with that, right?" Joseph's hands were full of suds.

"There is,Joseph… There is. You can't do that again. We can't do this."

"You're so stupid… we've been through this already. I thought you were fine with this. Now you're overthinking again."

Caesar bit his lip. Joseph sighed and looked ahead.

"So you've changed your mind? About everything you said to me today? What you showed me this afternoon? Everything you did with me?"

Caesar stayed silent. Joseph chuckled.

"You didn't mean any of that, huh? You're a coward."

"I did."

"You didn't."

"I did!" Caesar yelled and pulled at Joseph's shirt, making him wrap tighter.

Joseph smiled, he lowered his head and turned off the faucet. He gripped the sides of the metal sink and looked forward. He was a snake. A slick creature with an attractive grin that was almost sickening.

"Maybe we are connected. What if this is what it's supposed to be? Maybe it is destined."

Caesar knew what he meant.

"In that destiny… someone dies."

"How morbid. That's what you think first?" Joseph laughed, "Your grandfather told me such happy stories before that. Wouldn't you like to tell those one day? That you met this striking young man who bothered you to no end, made you laugh, skipped rocks with him? Showed him your secret place? Doesn't that sound so good?"

"You're corny."

"Come on."

"... Something bad will happen out of this…"

"And that will hurt, but I'm sure we'll get through it," Joseph turned around and put his arms around Caesar's shoulders, "I'm willing to see."

Caesar turned his head. But Joseph leaned down, lifted his chin to kiss him. Again, he let him do it. Because it did feel right.

"I don't want to hear you talk about this again. Got it?" Joseph said.

"...Fine…"

He should have stopped this, but to Caesar, in some weird sense, it felt right to him. If Caesar just said something, used his head, maybe he could have saved himself some pain.

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