"Date" Is Something Bros Do, Right?

He laughed it off, trying to hide his nervousness. "But aren't you, just a little? You said this was working, didn't you?" He brushed his thumb against Joseph's cheek, dangerously close to his lips. "You can have a taste, if you really want it--I won't tell if you won't." He winked, chuckling.

"I-I don't want to kiss you...!" Joseph shouted, his face as red as a tomato. "Stop it...!"

"Your face is so red, JoJo--you don't have to worry, there's no need to be ashamed. How about this--you aren't gay, I'm just that attractive."

"No, you're just an ass!" He insisted, but his face told another story entirely. "I've never... thought about you like, uh, in any way other than a friend, okay?" He informed him pointedly. "So, just...quit it, you're freakin' me out, dude!"

Caesar pulled away suddenly, his chest tightening.

"...If you insist," he grumbled.

"I mean, its not like you've ever thought of me like, uh, you know...any way other than a friend, right?" He asked suspiciously.

"...As if," he said, trying to smile and failing. "Who could love someone like you, JoJo? You're like the annoying brother I didn't ask for."

"Jesus, that's a bit harsh, don't you think?" Joseph exclaimed in surprise. What the hell was Caesar's problem? Joseph prided himself on reading people, but Caesar was something else entirely. Joseph wasn't quite sure what to make of this entire situation.

"You're being a total douche, are you really that offended I didn't kiss you?" he asked, watching Caesar's face carefully this time.

"No one's ever said no before," he joked, chuckling; on the inside, he wasn't smiling at all. He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks, and he prayed that his face didn't betray his embarrassment. He wasn't sure what made him more upset, that JoJo had turned him down, or that he had tried.

"Why, are you so offended that I'm not head over heels for you? Is that the way you think of me?"

Joseph made a bemused face at the very thought of Caesar being head over heels in love with him.

"The very idea of you even thinking about me as a friend was hard enough for me to believe," he said, shrugging slightly.

"...Not that I'm gonna complain, I actually kind of enjoy your company now. Well," he rolled his eyes. "When you're not being an ass like you are right now, anyway."

"See, I'd believe that. I just find it funny that you want to pretend you don't find me attractive."

"You're so fucking full of yourself, you know that, Casanova?" he teased light-heartedly. "Let me spell it out for you; I'm not gay, therefore, and say it with me now," Joseph stared Caesar down this time, "I don't think you're attractive. Got it this time?"

"I can prove it," he said, grinning. "I can prove it, right here and right now--but don't worry. If you're telling the truth, you have nothing to be afraid of, right?"

He shifted closer to Joseph.

Joseph shoved him in the chest.

"Get the fuck out of here," he rolled his eyes. "You know you're full of bullshit."

He grabbed Joseph by the wrist and forced their mouths together, running his tongue over his lips. With his other hand he grabbed his lower back, pulling him closer.

Joseph was so surprised that Caesar actually did it, that he actually kissed him, that he didn't fight back for a split second. He had severely underestimated just how serious he was about this entire thing. When he could think again he immediately tried to shove Caesar away but it was more like panicked flailing than anything productive in the way of forcing Caesar away from him.

Caesar ignored his struggles; instead he ran his hand over his back, over his chest. He slid his leg in between Joseph's and ground against him, hoping to get him hard quickly. His assault on his mouth remained just as aggressive; his tongue grew more insistent as he tried to get Joseph to open his mouth.

Much to Joseph's absolute horror, he could already feel his pants tighten a considerable amount. He could hardly believe his best friend was doing this to him, that Caesar had so easily succeeded him getting him hard. It wasn't like he even thought of Caesar as more than a friend, either. It was just that Caesar was so good at it; at pressing against him, at touching him, and most of all, at kissing him. He gasped as Caesar pressed his leg against his crotch. Joseph had already forgotten all about about struggling.

Caesar had no doubts about his kissing prowess; with years of hamon training under his belt, he never needed to take a breath. As Joseph gasped, he slipped his tongue into his mouth and slid the tip over the roof. He allowed himself to squeeze Joseph's ass--that criminally tight, delightful ass--as he rubbed against him even more insistently, pleased by how quickly he was growing.

Joseph wrapped his arms around him, latching onto his shirt and digging his fingers in as they kissed. He wasn't entirely sure why he was going along with it, aside from the fact that he had the most painful erection he had ever had in his entire life.

Just as Joseph started to enjoy it, he stopped, pulling away. He wiped his mouth on the back of his sleeve.

"I told you."

Joseph covered his very red face with his hand as he attempted to process what had just happened. Caesar had stolen his first kiss and managed to get him so hard it was painful.

"...you fucker," he said as he clenched his hand into a fist and threw a punch at Caesar's face. "You stole my first kiss, you fucking asshole!"

Caesar shoved him away, but he wasn't fast enough; the punch still connected with his cheek, and it stung like a motherfucker. He glared at Joseph, shoving him again.

"The fuck?! You enjoyed yourself, didn't you--don't get angry because you're into me!"

"You didn't even ask my permission, you fucking dick!" he shouted angrily, but mostly because he felt defensive for being into it in the first place. "And I'm not into you, okay?! I-if anyone did this to me, I mean, even if like, I don't know, Loggins or Messina did this to me, I'd still get hard, okay! I'm just sensitive," he huffed angrily, shoving Caesar back. "Now get the fuck off of me, you proved your fucking point or whatever, you should be fucking satisfied."

He laughed.

"So you're honestly telling me that the thought of someone who looks like me sucking you off isn't at all appealing--I could call up Loggins or Messina to do it and you'd accept just as easily, because you're a huge slut. Is that what you're saying?"