Just Say It

He punched Caesar in the arm. "I was being serious, you asshole! Now I don't wanna tell you anymore." He crossed his arms, puffing out his cheeks. "I would have said it forever ago if you weren't such a fucking ass all the time."

Caesar chuckled despite himself, patting Joseph on the back.

"No, you would have said it forever ago if you had any balls," Caesar corrected him smugly.

"I do too have balls--you wanna fucking see or something, pervert?!" he snapped.

Caesar gave him an incredulous look.

"Does it look like I want to see your balls, Jojo?"

He couldn't help but grin. "Maybe you're a homo. I don't know. You sure stare at my ass while we're training."

Caesar was taken aback for a second. It was true, but that didn't make him feel any better about it.

"I do not, if anything, it's the other way around," Caesar huffed defensively. "Not that I blame you; my body is a work of art."

His cheeks reddened. "As if--you're way flabbier than I am. If anyone's a work of art around here, it's me. Besides, are you saying you like ugly men?"

"Ha! You, a work of art?" Caesar scoffed. "As if. My body is deliberately sculpted to look like this, you're far too lazy to have enough dedication."

Even if Caesar was sure he was right, it didn't mean that Joseph's body was bad. Particularly not since he'd started training under Lisa Lisa, and his body had tightened up in all the right areas.

Caesar cleared his throat, "and, for the record, I don't like men."

"Oh yeah? Then why're you staring at my ass? This look like a woman's ass to you?" He stood up and shook it, for dramatic effect. "Don't tell me I turned you!"

Caesar looked away from Joseph, although his cheeks still flushed red.

"Are you hoping you 'turned' me?" he asked, trying to take some of the heat off of himself. "I think you're the only one in this room who likes men."

"The next thing you're going to do is glance at my ass," said Joseph, grinning.

As soon as he heard Joseph, Caesar told himself there was no way in hell he was going to. But by the time he thought it, it was far too late. He couldn't help himself; Joseph had such a nice ass.

Caesar huffed in annoyance. "You're just doing all of this to avoid admitting you're attracted to me, anyway!"

"But you're soooo attracted to me. I'll admit it if you will," he said, leaning closer. "It's okay, Caesar--my body is a work of art."

"I'm attracted to you, Jojo," he said as he reached and caressed Joseph's cheeks with his hands. "I find you to be the most attractive man I've ever laid my eyes upon and I'm certainly not telling you this just so that you'll admit your gay crush on me."

"You just admitted your gay crush on me, actually," he protested without venom. "What next, are you gonna try to make out with me, or something? That'd be pretty queer."

Caesar rolled his eyes. Joseph was ridiculous. He pulled Joseph closer, almost into his lap, and leaned in to kiss him, although he was sure to give him ample time to back out of the embrace.

He responded almost too eagerly, pulling Caesar close and making out with him, mashing their lips together. He grabbed onto Caesar's headband, using it like a leash to keep him close.

Although he should have anticipated it, Caesar was taken completely by surprise. It was the first time in his life he had ever hesitated to kiss somebody back. Once he had regained his wits he wrapped his arms around Joseph and pulled him close. Caesar kissed him with just as much eagerness.

Joseph kissed back for a few blissful minutes until he realized that something had gone horribly, horribly wrong. He practically shoved Caesar off of him, pulling away completely and turning his body away so he couldn't see. A boner? At a time like this?!

Caesar could hardly believe they had stopped kissing just as suddenly as they had started. Worse, he found himself hoping it wouldn't be the only time they kissed.

"Jojo," Caesar said softly. "What's the matter?"

"N-nothing!" he replied in a high-pitched voice. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, for starters, you pulled away from me so fast you gave me whiplash," he said dryly. "Secondly, your using your dumbass lying voice, so turn around and tell me the truth."

"You can't make me," he insisted. "Just...don't look, okay?!" After a moment of silence, he mumbled, "...Gonna go to the bathroom."

Caesar smirked as he realized why Joseph had pulled away so suddenly.

"Oh, Jojo, you don't need to go to the bathroom just because you're hard," Caesar replied bluntly, grabbing Joseph's arm and pulling him back towards the bed. "Stop being ridiculous and turn around."

"You really are gay, aren't you?" He grumbled, awkwardly turning to face him. "So what?! It's your fucking fault for grinding against me and pulling me into your lap like some kind of whore."