Don't Make Me Use These Sexy Lips for Evil!

He laughed, loudly and nervously.

"What gives you that idea? Nah, man, I'm not--I'm not gay or anything! Just glad to get that out of my system. I was just, uh...I was wondering if you wanted anything else." He turned toward Caesar, pointedly raising his brow.

"Maybe I do," Caesar admitted simply. "But I always take my date's needs into consideration before my own. Therefore...if there's anything you still want, you should tell me now."

He ran his fingers over Joseph's chest.

"Well, I, uh..." He trailed off, momentarily distracted by Caesar's fingers. He swallowed, trying to clear his head. "That is, I might have had a dream where you might've done something like...ride me from on top, or something. Nothing weird."

He lifted up Joseph's shirt with his fingers as he listened to him talk. Caesar ran his fingers over Joseph's nipple.

"Nothing weird? Nothing weird at all?" he teased. "Are you sure about that?"

He nodded.

"What? Does it sound weird, or something?..." He shifted awkwardly as Caesar touched him. "Do you have to touch me there?"

"Do you not like it?" he asked seriously, pressing a bit harder. "It seems like you do..."

Caesar smiled as he teased Joseph. "So, how many times did you have that dream, Jojo?"

"Like, once...okay, maybe a couple times. Nothing too weird, though! I mean, it's not like you're fucking Lisa Lisa or anything, so don't get a swollen ego--your tits are only half as big as hers." He laughed, trying his damndest to ignore Caesar's teasing.

"No really, could you stop? It feels like nothing, it's just annoying."

Caesar leaned over and ran his tongue across Joseph's nipple, maintaining eye contact the entire time. He lightly pinched Joseph's nipples between his fingers.

"Are you sure my so-called 'tits' aren't as big as hers?" Caesar teased back. "Maybe you should touch them just to be sure, Jojo."

"Never seen anyone with tits as big as Lisa Lisa's," he replied honestly, though his voice cracked as he spoke. He moved to swat away Caesar's hands, very specifically not meeting his eyes. "Why do you want me to touch yours, anyway? You calling in a favor already?! I thought we were gonna eat, I'm starving!"

He started mentally cataloguing excuses; Joseph was nothing if not observant, and Caesar didn't seem as casual about this as he had implied earlier.

Caesar shrugged, careful to hide his disappointment. He sat up, although he didn't move off of Joseph's lap.

"Let's eat, then, before the food gets too warm, hm?" he offered with his most gracious smile.

He smiled, relieved.

"Yeah, sounds great--let me clean myself up, though, okay? Since, you know."

"Of course. Don't take too long, it's rude to keep your date waiting," he teased.

Caesar moved off of Joseph and adjusted his own clothes as they'd gotten somewhat disheveled as well. He sank into a chair at the table and took an unusually long sip of wine.

Joseph, classy as he was, wiped his dick on his sheets and pulled up his pants and underwear, immediately feeling cleaner. He sat down near Caesar and reached for a grape, popping it into his mouth.

"So, you're not gonna tell anyone about this, right?" he asked, in the process of chewing the grape.

Caesar rose an eyebrow at Joseph's hygiene. He opened his mouth to say something, thought better of it and instead took another lengthy sip of wine.

"Do I seem like the type to kiss and tell, Jojo?" he winked as he placed a piece of cheese in his mouth. Once he swallowed he said, "no, of course I won't tell anyone."

"You seem like the type to kiss and brag," he teased, elbowing him. "What's with all the fancy shit, anyway? Has no one in Italy heard of a simple Sunday roast?"

Caesar cracked a smile at that. "Brag, yes, but tell? Never," he teased back. He looked over the food, tearing off a piece of bread and placing cheese and meat on it. "I much prefer this sort of meal to most others."

Caesar handed him the loaf of bread. "Eat, Jojo. You said you were hungry."

He took a large bite of the loaf of bread, cramming cheese and meat into his mouth to chase it. He took a swig from his glass of wine to help wash it down.

"Ah! That's better, thanks." He patted Caesar on the back. "So, uh...I'm sorry I said all that weird stuff. I guess it'll go away now?"

Caesar glanced down at the trays of food as he spoke, unable to look directly as Joseph.

"Probably," he said non-committaly as he took another bite of food.

"...Probably?" he asked, swallowing nervously. "Like...what do I do if it doesn't go away?"

Caesar reached over and grabbed Joseph's face, pulling him closer.

"Well, Jojo...the only times in my life I've ever slept with a woman and she still wanted more, it was because she had fallen in love with my charms," Caesar said. "So...if it doesn't go away, I guess we know."

With a smirk he stood up and pulled cigarettes from his pockets and lit one with his lighter.

He snorted, trying to hide just how nervous he was.

"M-me?! Fall in love with you? Good, I know I'll never have those dreams again. It's great, because they were really weird--if I told you about some of them, you'd laugh your ass off." He distracted himself by grabbing Caesar's cigarette and putting it out on the table.

"Also, no fucking smoking in my room--it's gross."

Caesar scowled but sat back down, crossing his legs.

"Then why don't you indulge me with some of those weird dreams of yours, Jojo? I could use a laugh, if I'm not allowed to smoke," he teased.

"Fine!" he said, feeling very much not fine with it. "Let's see...there was, uh, the one where I fucked you in the shower. That was weird and made no sense." He grabbed his clackers off of his nightstand and fiddled with them, glad for any distraction.

Although Caesar hadn't actually expected Joseph to tell him, he leaned back in his chair and listened anyway.

"Details, Jojo, come on, it's not fun if you aren't specific," he teased him once more.

He chewed his lip, trying to look nonchalant about it. "Okay...well, in my dream we had just finished practice, and then we went to go shower. And you, uh...you took off your clothes and you started touching me and stuff...and then you pushed me against the wall and made me fuck you. Crazy, right?" He took a large gulp of his wine.