It's Not Cold Out Here, It's Just Hamon

Caesar patted Joseph on the ass, sending a small shock of Hamon through his spine.

"Good job today--congrats on lifting a new record weight. Keep going at this rate, and that V-card will be the only thing keeping you from becoming a man."

He smiled as Joseph scowled; he had been doing this for weeks, and it only got more fun.

And scowl Joseph did. For weeks he had endured this torture during training. Oh, not the training itself, no, that was bearable compared to the hell Caesar was putting him through. As often as he possibly could, Caesar would sneak up on him and lightly touch him, just enough to send a shock of Hamon through his body. It wasn't that it hurt; if it had, Joseph could have dealt with that. No, Caesar specifically sent Hamon through his body so that it made his spine tingle, or worse, it would travel to his nipples and he would have a rather embarrassing reaction. It definitely didn't help that his training clothes were extremely thin. But if he wore anything thicker, he would sweat like crazy. He knew Caesar took pleasure in that fact as well.

"How many times have I told you, I'm not a virgin," he growled at Caesar, making sure to impose every single last centimeter he had over him. "Oh, and we need to talk. Alone. Like, right now."

"Sure thing, JoJo," he said, patting him on the chest and sending Hamon to his nipples. His shit-eating grin widened. "Anything for my junior."

He let Joseph lead him aside, far too amused by his very erect nipples to object. Loggins and Messina looked on in confusion, though they didn't say anything; as they moved out of earshot, Caesar could've sworn he heard them say something about cold weather.

Joseph grabbed Caesar and shoved him against the wall.

"Would you just stop for five seconds?!" he hissed angrily. He let go of Caesar to cross his arms over his chest, in a rather obvious attempt to hide his nipples. "Unlike you, I care about my training, and I'm trying to focus, okay? Don't make me beat the crap out of you, you know I will!"

"I care very much about my training," he replied politely, toying with his headband. "Why, are you having problems? You can ask me to help you in any way, you know--I'm your senior, it's my job."

"Stop teasing me, Caesar, I'm serious," he complained even though he felt his face flush slightly red. "Besides, you're doing a pretty shitty job of being my senior, I mean, you can't even seem to grow taller than me."

Joseph ruffled up Caesar's hair with a wide grin.

His smile faded.

"Fine--how about I make it up to you? I'm sure there's something I could do for you that will ease the stinging embarrassment of our teachers seeing your nipples." He poked one of them, chuckling softly.

Joseph swatted his hand away.

"Yeah, right, the only thing that'll make me feel better is the opportunity to see Lisa Lisa's nipples," he grinned widely.

Caesar punched him in the gut with more than a little force. "Cut that shit out or you'll get to show her yours at a very inappropriate time," he hissed. "Lisa Lisa is too great a woman for your foolish teenage wet dreams."

"C-come on, Caesar, I was just kidding!" he insisted as he tried to apply Hamon to his gut to numb the pain. "Besides, you know I prefer blondes." He grinned at him knowingly. "Preferably busty ones."

"You do, do you?" he asked, grabbing Joseph by the shirt.  "Fine, fine--I'll cut you a deal.  No more punching and no more erect nipples--I'll extend the olive branch here, since you're so upset.  I know a busty blond who's more than willing to spend an evening with you--go back to our room at 8 tonight, and they'll be waiting.  Take a shower first."

He let go of him and dusted off his hands.

"Wait, really?" Joseph asked excitedly. "You really mean it? Wow, dude, thanks a bunch." He patted Caesar on the back. "So, uh...you really mean it with the whole, no more erect nipples thing, right...?"

He zapped his chest again. "Only if you don't annoy me--I'm still your senior."

Joseph wrinkled his nose. "Yeah, yeah, okay, whatever, senior," he snorted. "S, 8 right? I'll be ready."

-x-

Joseph slicked back his messy hair, but it didn't help much. He knocked on his the door to his and Caesar's room. He had showered and everything, he'd even shaved. Just in case.

Caesar opened the door and practically yanked Joseph inside, shutting and locking it. "You're alone, right? I can't imagine why you'd bring someone else, but you're not the brightest." He wore only a robe. He sat down on the bed and urgently tapped the seat next to him, gesturing for Joseph to join him.

"Come on, we've only got all night--I need as much time as possible."

"Of course I'm alone, but, uh..." Joseph rose an eyebrow. "I mean, I kind of thought...you'd..." he coughed and cleared his throat. "You know what? Never mind."

Joseph sat next to him, trying to peek inside of Caesar's robe. He would be surprised if he was wearing anything at all underneath it.

"Well, come on," he teased, "What are you waiting for? Take off your clothes." He yanked off Joseph's scarf rather forcefully, pushing him down against the bed.

"Don't tell me you wanted me to romance you first."

Joseph snorted.

"Of course not, does it look like I'm into that crap?" he removed his shirt in one swift motion. He suddenly flushed when he realized that Caesar would realize that he'd shaved. He hesitated in taking off his pants.

He grinned. "You do want it, don't you? I didn't take you for the type, JoJo." He kissed Joseph's hand, trailing his lips all the way up his arm. "You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen, JoJo--that isn't a lie. I invited you here because I want you. I've had many a woman, and none of them hold a candle to you."

Joseph shoved him away, attempting to hide how very red his face was growing.

"Come on, dumbass, I just told you, I'm not into that bullshit," he insisted, protesting still. "Besides, you don't actually expect me to believe that, do you?"

He kissed him on the cheek twice, moving dangerously close to his lips the second time. "Why don't you believe me? Have you ever seen me take a man home before? I've never felt this way." He kissed his jaw then, and let his warm breath tickle Joseph's neck. "What would you have me do to prove my complete and utter intoxication with you? How shall I demonstrate that I have fallen under your spell, and desperately wish you to fall under mine as well?"

"C...Caesar..." he swallowed and looked away from him. "...I didn't realize...you were so...serious..." he admitted sheepishly. He felt his entire face burn a deep red, and his heart felt like it would explode from his chest any second. "You're not just saying all this...are you?" he asked suspiciously. He had seen the way Caesar talked up women before, he knew this game...but like so many of those women, he found himself desperately hoping it wasn't just all talk.

Caesar's face reddened at the question, a rare occurrence.

"Are you saying you don't believe me normally?" he grumbled, biting his lip. "...Do you honestly think I've slept with a man before? Any man?" Most of the sugar was gone from his voice; what was left was the frankness he reserved for reprimanding Joseph. It was curt, but honest.

"W-well, how the hell would I know?" he replied defensively. "You've slept with plenty of women, it's not like it's impossible you'd sleep with guys, you know..."

"Besides," he suddenly smiled despite his blush. "I've seen the way you look at Loggins and Messina."

He punched him in the shoulder. "I've seen the way your nipples perk up when you see Loggins and Messina, but I chose not to comment," he said, and his smile returned.

"Now, JoJo, I've said what you wanted so desperately to hear--but what about me? Have you any words of adoration, or is my affection tragically unrequited?"