AU with artists Dio and Jonathan.
"This bloody ceiling" lying on his chair, head tilted back and red eyes on the ceiling, Dio spit those words. The metal fan that hanged from it wasn't in the middle, but a bit to the side, disturbing the whole composition of his room and disturbing his writing.
Actually, that wasn't quite true. If he wasn't having troubles with his scene he would have never ended up looking at the ceiling and would have continue to ignore the fact that his fan was a bit to the right. Which also bothered him. He couldn't write like that (not that he was progressing much either), so he decided to take a break.
Taking a bottle of cognac, he laid on the couch that was placed right in the center of his little apartment, looking right at the fan with displeased eyes. The drink in his hands disappeared in his mouth, drink after drink as he wondered, how did it took him so long to notice something so obvious.
"DIIIIIIOOOOO!" The glass bottle he had already drank halfway almost falls from his hand at the sudden yell of his name. Turning his face to the door of his apartment, from which the yell came, he saw the tall brunet that more looked like an oversized puppy than an actual man opening the door and running inside. His old shirt and his face all stained with oil paint of different colors, tears hanging from his sky clear eyes as he jumped over him with no contemplations whatsoever.
"Wrrryyyyyy! You DIMWIT!" Dio complained as he felt the weight of the other boy crushing him against the couch "You are TOO HEAVY! Get DOWN!" He tried to push him down, or at least far enough to not get flattened into a thin paper, but his strength wasn't enough against the combination of weight and strength of the brunet.
"Dio!" The brunet continued to whimper over his shoulder, Dio only able to roll his eyes at the known complains "I… I cannot draw… I'm in a flat, I try and try, and nothing good comes out. What should I do, Dio?"
"And how crushing me to death is going to help you with that, JoJo?" He sassed him with the little air that still stayed on his lungs "Are you planning to use my blood to paint some grotesque art or something?"
"Aaah!" Jonathan panicked as he noticed what he was doing "Sorry! I'm so sorry Dio! You alright?" retreating a bit, he lifted his upper body, sitting over Dio's legs and getting some support on his own legs too.
Coughing a bit, Dio took a long breathe, his chest expanding widely as he tried to re-accommodate his squished insides.
"You gormless tosser" He barked difficulty and Jonathan pouted, making some really adorable puppy eyes that almost made Dio forget his anger.
"You alright?" Jonathan repeated himself softly and Dio buffed
"Yeah, sure. Still alive" he replied rolling his eyes before taking a new drink of cognac.
"You are in a flat as well?" Jonathan asked tilting his head to a side, as his eyes met the crystal bottle in Dio's hands. For the time they had been neighbors (and somehow friends too), he knew pretty well that Dio would only drink when he was stuck at some point. Mostly because he disliked that side of himself, but couldn't help doing it when he was worrying over something. And Dio would only worry about his own work.
"The runaway scene is getting on my nerves again" The blond replied massaging his forehead with his other hand, eyes shut close as he tried to relax a bit. And when he opened them once more, quite sluggishly, he found Jonathan's face way too close for his own good. Panicking in silence, Dio stayed put, eyes staring back at Jonathan as he blushed.
"But you should not be drinking so much…" He advised in a soft tender voice that almost melted the blond. "Your face is all red…"
"Belt up, tosser!" He finally spoke, pushing Jonathan's back with his hand "It doesn't have anything to do with you"
"But you do not like drinking either" those blue eyes complained as much as his words.
"Then what do you propose me to do? Get a slag?" he spoke without thinking, quite mad at Jonathan's gentleness, noticing quite late what he had said, when Jonathan started to blush, mouth wide open in surprise. And almost immediately, a smile appeared in his thin lips "Right… getting to hump could bring me back on track without this" He shook the bottle in his hand mockingly.
"But… getting a…slag" He lowered his voice, embarrassed by the whole situation "is not good"
"No good, Jojo. How am I supposed to get out of my flat like this?" Dio smirked slyly, narrowing his eyes as he followed the changed of the blue trembling ponds of surprise that were Jonathan's eyes "And you too are in a flat, aren't you? Maybe instead of complaining, you should get humping too"
With those words, Dio reached out Jonathan's face, caressing his cheek with his fingers, really softly, smiling at the reaction of the brunet, who instead of retreating, stayed still. His cheeks turning red as Dio's long, soft fingers caressed his shivering lips…
"I just had a great idea" The blond smiled, his hand moving back, fingers getting tangled in Jonathan's black curls as he caressed that strong neck "We might as well do it right now…"
"Do you mean, getting on the job?" Jonathan's face got of an even brighter shade of red as those timid words left his mouth.
"Two birds with one stone" The joking tone didn't managed to hide the seriousness in his eyes, which Jonathan didn't failed to notice, getting even more nervous.
"It is not funny, Dio!" He complained
"I'm not trying to be funny, Jojo" he mumbled his reply as he left the bottle on the ground besides the couch, a mocking smile on his lips confusing Jonathan even more.
And taking advantage of that confusion, Dio pulled him closer, placing a hand on his hip and the other in his nape, grabbing his lips in a warm kiss that let his mind in blank, noticing what was happening only when Dio's mischievous tongue made his way inside his mouth, across his lips and around his insides, nipping on his tongue in such a way he could do nothing but moan…
"Are you getting hump?" Dio laughed softly against his mouth as he felt how the other boy had hardened against his leg
"Whose fault do you think it is?" The brunet argued, panting a bit against his mouth.
"What's with that stupid question, Jojo?" He smirked, taking a lick of those provocative lips "Obviously yours" licking down from the lips, he followed the line of his chin down his neck until reaching his earlobe, biting it softly and playing around with it.
"Aahnnn…. Dio you git" Jonathan moaned, rubbing unconsciously against Dio's body as he felt the hands playing with his hair and down his ass.
"Are those words from someone who is enjoying it way too much?" the blond whispered seductively against his ear, retreating just enough to get his mouth in a tenacious kiss that seemed to melt their tongues together.
"S-stop… groping my back Dio!" Jonathan complained against the mouth of the other boy, as he felt those hands massaging his ass way too much, starting to get inside his pants.
"Belt up" Dio mumbled sucking his tongue softly, bringing him to another kiss
"I…said… STOP IT!" Jonathan retreated so fast Dio could hardly notice what was happening when the closed fist of Jonathan crashed against his nose.
And as he was trying to recover, the brunet, flustering and still aroused, rushed out of his house, whipping the door as he went out.
"This bloody twanker" Dio spit an insult as he felt the pain on his whole face. That idiot haven't even measured the power of his own punch "Coming to cry on me just to punch me later" And just like that he started smiling again "Bloody tosser"
Leaving the bottle where it was, Dio got up and rushed to the typewriter, ripping the awful page he had wrote before in pieces before starting from scratch all over again, this time his fingers moving like horses at full speed. He had just figured out the perfect way of finishing the scene and get the plot moving.
The strong music that came from the room on his right, which usually bothered him, but that now seemed to help him write even faster, let him known that the other boy had recovered his inspiration too. It had worked.
"Just how much could we do if we went all the way" He couldn't help but think, a smirk in his face as he finished page after page.