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“HEY CAESARRRRRR!” Joseph’s thunderous and boisterous yell echoed from the en-suite and into the bedroom where Caesar lay reading on the bed. Interrupting him from the story he was immersed in, with a sigh.
“What?” Caesar raised his voice, nowhere near as loud as the volume that Joseph was capable of however, which his next words confirmed.
“CAN I BORROW YOU PLEASEEEEE?” Joseph’s almost childish pleading was almost enough to make Caesar do the opposite of whatever it was he asked.
Almost. It was also very annoyingly irresistible.
Caesar stood up and walked up to the door, slightly ajar with the occasional visible steam in the air creeping out into their bedroom. Visual confirmation of Joseph’s bath he was indulging in after a day of hard work.
“What was so important that you couldn’t wait until after your bath?” Caesar leaned against the door as his eyes were graced with the sight of a relaxed Joseph in the bath. One of his muscular thighs resting on top of the other, his hair wet and sticking to the back of his neck and head, uncharacteristically flat without its usual, messy volume. Teal eyes that expressed so much emotion, twinkling with adoration when focused upon the Italian he loved.
No matter how many times Caesar looked at him, he was immediately reminded of how lucky he truly was. To have the Brit that was the very definition of charm and charisma, the embodiment of laddish humour and was nothing short of a caring partner. They complimented each-other greatly, Joseph Joestar the extroverted loudmouth with no filter and a penchant to overshare in comparison to the more reserved, private and prim Caesar Zeppeli.
He kept him on his toes, even with his ridiculously unending energetic prowess that was enough to exhaust Caesar as much as it revitalised him. Spending time with Joseph was more addictive with each passing day of their training days. Eventually Caesar made the first bold move, one starry night upon a nearby hill they’d travelled to from Air Supplena Isle. They sat next to eachother, just chatting away before Caesar was struck by the way the moonlight dazzled upon his skin. During a heated exchange of eye contact between the two, Caesar plucked up the courage and kissed Joseph… and it was life-changing.
Since that day, they had been inseparable. And Caesars life had never felt so fulfilled.
Joseph batted his eyelashes and leant his head further to the side to fully face him front on. Teeth completely on show with his signature toothy grin. “Wash my hair?”
“Are you joking?”
“Please! Don’t be boring. Come on, it’ll be romantic~” Joseph raised one leg fully out of the water, and Caesar couldn’t resist eyeing it up. The Brit running his hands through his wet locks, pushing it further back in a hairstyle that definitely didn’t quite suit him.
“You wouldn’t know romance if it hit you like a bus.” Caesar tutted with a smirk that betrayed the spite in his comment. Joseph laughed and leant further back in the steaming water with an exhale. “Fine. Sit up for me I’ll get a jug.” Joseph made an enthusiastic noise of victory before sitting up fully as Caesar grabbed the nearby jug to pour more water on his hair to wet it more. Picking up the shampoo from the side and pouring it onto his hand as he started to rub it into Joseph’s hair, running his fingers through delicately. Joseph’s hair with a mind of its own, tangling around Caesars fingers as if begging him to stay closer.
“Do you think I could be a good stripper?” Joseph joked, eyes closed with a smile as Caesars hands continued to lather the shampoo in his hair. Caesar was by now, used to this type of random, unhinged comments that spilled from Joseph’s lips almost everyday.
“Well cara mio, based on the show you gave me last night and the moves you’re always so eager to show off, I know you would be.” Caesar whispered deep into his ear causing a lovely shade of pink to settle upon the Brits cheeks. The Italian taking a deep pride upon his how Joseph got so easily flustered.
“Don’t you worry Caesarino. Nobody gets to see such beauty apart from you.” Joseph grinned again and leant his head further back into the Italians touch.
“Your hair gets so knotty JoJo.” Caesar stated simply as he continued to run his fingers through his hair, massaging deeply into his scalp as Joseph made an exhaled noise of pleasure.
“Mmm… you think it looks cool though. You can’t resist touching it all the time.”
“That’s not true.” Caesar blurted out, slightly embarrassed as he filled up the jug with water from the bath.
“It so is, when we met and you hated me, you kept ruffling my hair, remember when you teased me about not having a girlfriend?”
“I never really hated you. I just thought you were a bit insufferable and annoying.” Caesar raised an eyebrow with a smirk at the Brit, who responded with a laugh of his own.
“And I thought you were a pompous, arrogant arse. But it seems I was only partially correct with that.”
“I can easily drown you right now, do you realise?” Caesar rested his hands on Joseph’s shoulders, pushing down jokingly with playful force. Causing another deep laugh to emanate around the room.
“Then you’d get done for manslaughter and I’d haunt you. There’s no way you’re ever escaping me even in death.”
Caesar hummed in response, pouring the water over the top of Joseph’s hair, washing all the suds clean out. His hand continuing to thread through as he did so, stroking gently and tenderly.
“The things I do for you.”
“You love me Caesar.”
“That I do JoJo… that I do.” Caesar continued as he picked up the conditioner and put it in Joseph’s hair. Combing it through his hair to settle for a few minutes before washing it out fully again. While Caesar combed his hair, they enjoyed a rare moment of silence. The sensations of Caesar playing with Joseph’s hair almost lulling him into a relaxed daze. He was always to pent up with energy that seeing him in such blissful peace was beautiful to witness. The only other time he was privy to this was usually after sex, where he was extremely clingy and craved affection. Of course, Caesar had no problems delivering that. Finally, he washed off the conditioner and took a moment to appreciate the sight before him.
“Here I’m done now, I’ll wait for you in the bed.” Joseph hummed in response as Caesar lay a kiss into his hair. “Do you need anything else? Want me to dry you off too?”
Joseph took the bait with a grin and tilted his head to look at him. “Yeah go on then.”
“It was a joke. You’re not an emperor you can do some things yourself idiota.”
“Damn that’s a shame. I could get used to this.”
“I know you fucking could. That’s the problem Joestar.” Caesar laughed and walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom. Throwing off his T-shirt and trousers to strip down to just in boxers to sleep in before getting into bed. Picking up his book back from the bedside table to continue reading where he left off.
That idea was completely obliterated the moment that Joseph walked, towel around his neck, completely naked strutting around like a peacock, with his cock out. Caesar looked up briefly, looked down, looked back up and shook his head with a laugh.
“Get dressed Joseph.”
“Are you sat reading a book?”
“No I’m not I’m doing a jigsaw.” Caesar sarcastically responded.
“Nerds only read books you know?” Joseph flopped onto the bed with all his body weight and thank God they had such a strong bed otherwise the entirety of his body weight of dense muscle would cause it to fully collapse. That being said, they’d done a lot more strenuous activities on this bed, so it was absolutely more than capable.
“Is that so? Sorry to disappoint you. What about people who collect comics, are they nerds?” Caesar closed his book and raised an eyebrow the Brit who pursed his lips and squinted his eyes looking away as he pondered on his response to the subtle dig.
“Nah those people are pretty awesome! He concluded, pulling out a pair of underwear from his drawer and throwing them on.
“How could I forget?” Caesar muttered before turning over, placing his book on the side and turning off his light.
“Hey Caesar?”
“Yeah JoJo?” Caesar craned his neck to where Joseph was sat smiling on his side of the bed, ruffling his tangled locks dry in a towel before throwing it to the floor. Caesar would have moaned about leaving shit around if those next words that left Josephs mouth didn’t distract him greatly.
“I love you babe.”
“I love you too bambino.” Caesar leant over, pressing a delicate kiss to Joseph’s wet forehead. Who grinned in response like a child on Christmas.
“I love your pet names Caesarino.”
“I’m less inclined with yours.”
“Shut up you love it.”
Joseph leaned in to cuddle him, resting his head upon the Italians chest like a pillow, lifting his head with that dazzling Joseph Joestar smile. One that made Caesars heart beat faster than what he believed was humanly possible or healthy. One that made his usual stoic face crack into one blushing grin almost as wide as JoJo’s. Infectious as always.
“I must say I’m offended though…”
Caesar frowned, emerald eyes meeting teal ones, genuine worry spreading across the Italians face at his lowered tone.
“Why?”
Joseph sighed dramatically, throwing his hand to pat and rest on his chest as if clutching his imaginary pearls.
“You didn’t do any of your cheesy Casanova lines on me. Maybe I want to be swooned and wooed like your maidens.” Joseph joked with his signature grin appearing once more and causing a laugh to escape Caesar.
Caesar hummed before lowering his eyelashes, his accent more prominent than ever as he lowered it to a seductive tone.
“You’re beauty is as radiant as the stars that spread across the night sky yet your presence is as rare as a shooting one. I am honoured to even be in the presence of such magnificence, privileged to press my lips against such beautiful ones.”
Joseph pulled a face and made a gagging sound. “Nope. On second thought I now all of a sudden remember, in visceral detail, the revulsion I felt the first time I saw you flirting.”
The twinkle in his eye and slight red on his cheeks betrayed his faux disgusted expression. Caesar laughed again and leant in to leave a kiss on his cheek, but at the last second Joseph sneakily tilted his head to capture his lips instead with his own. Caesar let out a surprised noise but closed his eyes and moved in the kiss, soft lips gliding together. Both no longer fighting for dominance in the kiss in their usual competitive nature, instead moving in passionate, gentle synchronisation. A kiss that could only be described as passionate and loving.
They pulled away eventually, staring deep into the others eyes in a wordless exchange of their adoration for the other.
“Can I be the big spoon tonight?” Joseph muttered. Caesar nodded with a smile and turned over onto his back pushing himself back into Joseph’s grip, whose arms wrapped around his waist and buried under Caesars pillow. He closed his eyes and took a deep exhale, enjoying the comfort that warmed up his chest and eased any strife that plagued his mind, when he was in his arms. Just as he was drifting off he heard Joseph’s low voice, soft and quiet mumbled into the skin of his neck.
“Hey Cae?”
“JoJo I’m trying to sleep.”
“I know I know I just wanted to say something.”
“What?”
Joseph nuzzled deeper into neck, Caesar could feel the smile in his lips.
“I’m happy you’re with me.”
He could be sappy when he wanted to be. But then again, so could Caesar.
“Me too Amore mio.”