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

Training had been much harder on Joseph lately. More and more, he found himself staring at Caesar while they sparred. It was distracting, and Lisa Lisa had grown tougher on him as a result. While he was sure it was nothing too serious, he found the only reprieve he had was the few times a day he could sneak away to his room to jerk off in peace.

Today he planned to do just that, and he breathed a sigh of relief as he shut the door and reached to unbuckle his belt; to his horror, someone cleared their throat behind him. Caesar sat on his bed, a meal of wine, cheese, bread, grapes and meat laid out on a nearby table.

"Hello, JoJo. You seemed so stressed lately, I thought I could lend you my company."

Joseph plastered a big, fake smile on his face, his mind racing.

"Look, Caesar, that's nice and all, but uh--you really need to get out of here."

Caesar rose an eyebrow as he got to his feet, making his way to where Joseph was standing. Though he was a few inches shorter (only 4 to be exact), he stood at his full height and crossed his arms.

"I would think it's more than nice, these are some of my finest meats and cheeses," he informed him. "Not to mention, that wine is of the utmost quality. I'd been saving it for a special occasion..." He smiled at Joseph, shrugging slightly. "But perhaps it will be put to better use helping you relax than anything else."

He laughed awkwardly.

"Yeah, that's awesome...could you, like, put it in the fridge or something, though? Tonight's just not a good time for this." He grinned, suddenly stricken by inspiration.

"Come on, if you don't hurry up and leave, I'll kiss you! With tongue!" It had worked once before; why not now?

"'Awesome'? That's all you have to say?" Caesar snapped and he was about to get really angry before the rest of Joseph's threat processed. He furrowed his eyebrows as he extended his height by standing on his tippy-toes. He was just mere inches away from Joseph's face now. "Kiss me?" he asked, a serious expression on his face. "With tongue? Is that right, Jojo?"

He chuckled triumphantly, crossing his arms.

"Hell yeah. You know I'll do it, to--I'll stick my tongue all the way in your mouth."

Caesar grabbed Joseph and pulled him down so that he no longer had to stand on his the tips of his toes. They were so close that their noses were just barely touching. "If you think that is going to get me to leave, then I implore you to go ahead and try, Jojo," Caesar told him.

Joseph maintained his grin, but on the inside he was panicking; no one had ever taken him up on the offer before. Besides: did he want to kiss Caesar? Wasn't that why he had rushed here in the first place? He shoved the thought from his mind; no way in hell he could let Caesar know that.

"Fine, I will--don't say I didn't warn you!" He puckered his lips and very slowly moved toward Caesar's face, giving him as much time as possible to back out of it.

Caesar had honestly expected Joseph to back off, but perhaps that was giving the oaf too much credit. Joseph so enjoyed coming up with crazy schemes and scams, but this time perhaps it would do him good to be a taught a proper lesson. It wasn't that Caesar wanted to kiss Joseph, definitely not, but if he had to to teach him a lesson, well then he would. It was a matter of principal, really.

He tightened his grip on Joseph so that he couldn't escape as he pulled him into a direct kiss. He, however, wasn't going to stop there. Joseph had wanted tongue, too, right? Caesar couldn't resist a triumphant smirk as he ran his tongue across Joseph's lips, daring him to open his mouth. This would prove that Joseph was all talk, surely.

Joseph opened his mouth, far too surprised to go back on his bluff; it was all or nothing now. Unfortunately, Caesar's warm lips and tongue felt great against his, and he soon felt his pants tighten. He tried to subtly move his hips away without breaking the kiss.

Caesar was far too busy running his tongue over Joseph's to notice. He was surprised, although not pleasantly, definitely not pleasantly, that Joseph hadn't backed off. Although, he was sure it was just because Joseph was too stubborn to admit he'd been bluffing the entire time.

After perhaps a bit too long, Caesar broke the kiss.

"Now stop being ridiculous and let's eat," he told Joseph, attempting to be casual.

"...Get out," he said bluntly, thoroughly shocked. "What is it going to take to get rid of you?!"

"Unfortunately, there's no way for you to rid yourself of me," he informed Joseph, moving forward so he could press against him in what he hoped was a menacing manner. He opened his mouth to speak and then curtly shut it when he felt the bulge in Joseph's pants pressing against him. Caesar swallowed, unsure of how to proceed. "...well. If that was your entire problem, you could have just said something, Jojo," he said, despite the fact that his face was flushed a deep red.

"I tried!" he hissed. "I came in here to take care of this--I didn't think you'd be here!"

"Is that why you've been sneaking off during training so often?" Caesar smirked, having caught Joseph in this predicament was rather amusing to him. He grabbed Joseph by his shirt, dragging him over to the bed. He pushed him onto it, leaning over him and trapping him there. "Is this," he ran his fingers over Joseph's crotch, "why you've been staring at me so much lately? Did you think I hadn't noticed, Jojo...?"

"Ha ha! You're hilarious, Caesar," he bluffed, a single drop of sweat forming on his brow. "You're too self-absorbed. Isn't it obvious? I've been staring at...Lisa Lisa. Yeah, Lisa Lisa! You see the rack on her? Just imagine her without a bra--daaaayum!"

He shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore Caesar's hand. "Not everyone's after your dick, Casanova."

Caesar shrugged and he swallowed back his own nervousness as he leaned closer still to Joseph's face.

"Then tell me, Jojo," he began slowly, his fingers still trailing over Joseph's pant. "What about the time when we were sparring and Lisa Lisa was gone for the day? And it was just you, me, Loggins and Messina? Who were you staring at then?"

"What can I say?" he said with a shrug. "Messina is a very attractive man. What, are you gonna help me jerk off to him? A little gay for a ladies' man or whatever you like to call yourself, don't you think?"

"If you're so attracted to Messina, maybe I have to work harder to convince you of how attractive I am, yes?" Caesar told him with the faintest of smirks. "I'll let you know, Jojo, I've never once been turned down by a woman before and I won't count this as an exception." He moved his hands to Joseph's pants and began to undo them.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" he exclaimed, almost kicking Caesar off. "I don't even get a date first?! Come on, man--would you really treat a woman this way? I bet Messina would take me out on a date first--seems like a gentleman."

Caesar paused in his assault so he could mull over Joseph's words. "Well, to be fair, I had planned a date of sorts, you were the one who turned me down, or did you already forget?" Caesar motioned to the tray of food and the glasses of wine sitting untouched on the nearby table.

"You were the one who wanted to skip right to the kissing, Jojo. And who am I to turn you down? What can I say, Jojo, you're a very attractive man," Caesar told him in the most mocking tone he could possibly muster.

Joseph pouted.

"Look, Caesar--I just want to jerk off. I won't lie anymore. I came here for a date with Rosy Palms. Just please let me finish that date, and we can do whatever you wanted?" He smiled hopefully as he finished, batting his lashes at Caesar. "You don't normally pin women to bed and molest them, do you, pal?"

Caesar grabbed his face, holding him so that he couldn't look away. He stared him in the eyes, unflinching.

"Tell me you wouldn't rather have me touch you and I'll leave."

"...What?" he said, laughing nervously. "What's that supposed to mean? Isn't the answer obvious?"

Caesar smiled.

"From where I'm standing, it sounds like you'd much rather have me touch you," he replied honestly. He let go of Joseph's head and moved back to undoing his pants.

"C-come on, Caesar!" he stammered. "We're bros--why does it matter if I want to fuck you or not? Isn't it better to just avoid the question altogether in the interest of maintaining our friendship?"