In Your Dreams

Caesar irritably fussed with his hair as he walked.  Normally he wasn't this fidgety, but it was that damn Joseph's fault--he had been avoiding him all week, and Lisa Lisa had taken Caesar aside and instructed him to fix it.  Unwilling to let his mentor down, he stormed to Joseph's room and was about to pound the door with his fists when he heard moaning.

He slowly lowered his hand; apparently, he had come at a bad time.  He turned around, contemplating returning the next day, when he heard something very peculiar indeed.

"Caesar...," moaned Joseph from within his room.  Caesar paused, very carefully pressing his ear to the door.  He couldn't have said that...could he?

Joseph just couldn't deny himself anymore. It had been an entire week of hell. It had all started on Sunday night, and Joseph had thought that one dream was bad enough. Waking up covered in sweat and other fluids was one thing, but having slowly escalating dreams was another entirely. At first it ad just been a wet dream about Caesar, nothing too serious. But as the week went on, things got...weird. It wasn't just kissing and groping anymore, it was so much more than that. Joseph hadn't ever even considered doing things like that until those damn dreams. And worse still, they made him embarrassed to even look at Caesar. To think of those horrible, stupid dreams.

Joseph had hoped it would just stop happening, that they would go away, along with his increasing urge to jump Caesar's bones. But they hadn't, and it ad been a week. Being a teenage boy, it was insane that he had gone so long without masturbating in the first place. But he had been afraid his thoughts would wander to Caesar, and well, inevitably they had.

At this point, he had decided to just indulge himself. His voice as hoarse from so loudly moaning Caesar's name over and over again but he didn't care anymore. It felt too good to think about all of those horrible, disgusting things he wanted to do with him. He moaned those, too. Besides, it wasn't like anybody was around at this time of day. Caesar was probably off with some floozy and nobody else ever came to see him. He was perfectly safe loudly moaning for Caesar to pinch his nipples harder and to cum inside of him.

After almost ten minutes of listening to Joseph, Caesar finally tried the doorknob. It was unlocked, much to his chagrin.

"...I suppose I could pinch your nipples, but you'd have to ask nicer," he said awkwardly, hoping that maybe this situation would become less cringe-worthy with a little humor.

Joseph felt his heart stop. No. There was absolutely no way this was happening. He immediately wiped his hands all over the blankets on his bed with a laugh that could only be described as pathetic. Joseph grabbed the nearest piece of clothing, which he found to be a pair of lacy panties. He threw them across the room and grabbed his pants instead, pulling those up and over his shame. At least, he hoped they covered his shame. God there was a lot of it. So much shame.

"C-Caesar, uh, yeah, haha, great...thanks...for the offer..." he laughed again but he was wringing his hands with so much intensity he was about to pull one of them clean off. He cleared his throat. "Did you need...something?"

"Yeah, I do," he said, swiftly closing the door; no one else needed to see this. He crossed his arms, assuming what he thought of as his "stern mentor" stance. "You've been avoiding me, and it's affecting our training. I'm here to put a stop to it."

He cleared his throat. "...Besides, from what I heard, you don't exactly want to avoid me anymore."

Joseph covered his face with one of his hands.

"Look, forget...forget about what you heard, okay? That was, uh, nothing. None of your business, got it?" he insisted but even as he tried to sound serious his face turned more and more red by the minute. "Y-yeah, whatever. I'll stop avoiding you, okay? So, uh...you can go now."

"Why should I believe you?" he snorted, sitting down on the edge of his bed. "Besides, it sounds like you and I still have some unresolved issues. Now, JoJo, I want you to be honest--what did I do?"

Joseph covered his face with both hands, groaning loudly.

"Come on, Caesar, it's...it's nothing! Hormones, you know how it is! You were 18 once, I mean you're like 30 now, but..." Joseph prayed that this conversation didn't last much longer.

"I'm twenty," replied Caesar, wrinkling his nose. "Also, I have literally never masturbated to the thought of a male friend. Now, come on--did I do something to offend you? Or...is it the opposite of that?"

Joseph sighed loudly, refusing to look at Caesar.

"Come on, seriously, it's just hormones. I mean, like...okay, so you haven't, uh, well, masturbated to the thought of your male friends, but you've, uh. You've had dreams, right? See? Hormones," Joseph replied insistently. "No big deal after all, thanks for checking up on me, you can leave now."

"I've never even once considered trying it with a man," he replied. That wasn't entirely true. For most of his dating career, Caesar had been solely focused on seducing those of the fairer sex; it was only a month or so ago, when he noticed Joseph's butt, that his mind had first strayed to the concept of homosexuality. Regardless, they had been mere fleeting thoughts, nowhere near the extent of the dreams that were plaguing Joseph.

"In any case, JoJo, my sexuality isn't in question, here--yours is. I think I know exactly what's going on." A shit-eating grin slowly spread across his face. "You've developed a crush on your charismatic, good-looking, talented upperclassman--isn't that right?"

Joseph snorted and then laughed. "Yeah, right! Geez, I always knew you were full of yourself, but really?" He laughed more, although now his face was really red. "A crush? Ha! As if, you big-headed loser. Your fake charms only work on those damn floozies who bring here from time to time. I've seen what they look like, you could really do to raise your standards, maybe try actually dating sometime."

"I've never walked in on a woman masturbating and screaming my name, I suppose," he replied pointedly, shrugging. "Of course, my solution is the only one that makes sense. Poor, lonely JoJo, unable to get a date, finds himself growing closer to his handsome upperclassman. Eventually he realizes that this upperclassman is everything he could ever hope to be, and soon he is consumed with thoughts of him. He is reduced to avoiding him during training and only indulging in his dirty imaginings in the most private of moments.

"Of course, I could be wrong. But do you really think I am? Look me in the eyes and tell me so." He calmly stretched his arms and back, but his eyes never left Joseph.

"For the last damn time, Caesar, it's just hormones, I don't have a goddamn crush on you!" he growled at him. But halfway through he averted his eyes. He couldn't even utter the word 'crush' while looking anywhere near Caesar.

"Well, JoJo. There is an obvious solution to our problem, you know." He smiled smugly, obviously waiting for Joseph to ask what it was.

Joseph sighed loudly, knowing that Caesar was just waiting for him to ask.

"...yeah, whatever, what is it?" he asked irritably.

"Well, there's a reason I've never walked in on a woman masturbating and screaming my name--I've never left one unsatisfied." He lightly ran his hand up Joseph's thigh. "Well? What do you say? I'll make your dreams come true if you stop avoiding me. A simple trade, both parties leave happy."

Joseph stepped away from his touch.

"C-caesar, that's just...that's just ridiculous. I already told you, I'll stop avoiding you!" he insisted, waving his hands. "You got what you wanted, no need to bargain."

"Will you really?" he asked. "Or will you just say you will, but still refuse to meet my eyes during training and constantly sneak off to...do this." He gestured at Joseph. "Isn't it just simpler if I satisfy you once and for all?"

Joseph swallowed nervously. "Yeah, about that, I...don't think that's possible. So, I'm pretty much okay with sneaking off every once in a while...you know, just until my hormones settle down."

"...Is that a challenge, JoJo?" he asked, removing his gloves. There was a strange glint in his eyes. "Go on. Say it again."

"What?" Joseph asked incredulously. He really didn't like that glint in Caesar's eyes. "It's not a challenge, it's just that...well, I mean, with the way my hormones are lately, I don't think there's any way to really satisfy me."

"What are you proposing?" he asked, removing his jacket and setting it neatly on a nearby chair.

"I'm not proposing anything!" he shouted, waving his hands frantically. "Put your damn jacket back on! I told you already! I'll just stop avoiding you, everything's fine and great. Things are great! No need for you to do anything, okay?"

"What if this wasn't a one-time thing, then?" he asked, leaning over him. "Will you stop avoiding me if I do this regularly? Because neither of us believe that you're going to stop acting bizarre because you've had a simple talking to."