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"Hey, so you had fun, right?" Joseph posed the question as if the answer was obvious as they both stepped up, hand in hand, onto Caesars front porch. The prom was long over and the night thrummed with noise and heat like the bassline to residual music around them.
"I think you know the answer to that, idiota." Caesar was teasing him for trying to stroke his own ego just like he always did -- he couldn't pretend he'd had a bad time even if he wanted to -- and yet, this time, when their eyes met again, Jojo couldn't actually bring himself to retaliate.
The stars that twinkled beautifully overhead had nothing on his prom date, dressed to the nines in a suit whos pale color, coupled with the high pink flush to his cheeks, brought out the vivid electric green of his eyes. Moonlight reflected in a perfect halo off of honey blonde hair, and it hardly seemed like an illusion.
"Gosh, heaven sure must be sore about missin' an angel since you're here with me," the words had left Josephs mouth with a soft reverence before he could think about them, and they earned a snort of laughter from his companion.
"What kind of cheap line is that, Jojo?" his face was amused, and his mouth opened like he was about to say something else before Josephs hand landed almost of its own volition on his cheek.
"It wasn't one." the tone of his voice was absolute now, a sure promise that he had meant what he said; Caesars mouth snapped shut, the flush to his cheeks spreading out to the tips of his ears.
Joseph was close enough now to feel the heat radiate off of him even in what was a run-of-the-mill hot summer night, to smell the expensive cologne he had caught on drifts as they danced that had since mingled with his own soapy tang, and he didn't really know when that had happened either -- the tenor of the moment had changed so absolutely so quickly that it had made his head spin, body running off instinct.
"Jojo.........." Caesars voice was a whisper on the wind that drew Josephs attention to his lips, and the need to kiss him was so tangible, a culmination of all the other times he had ever felt like he needed exactly that, that he felt himself getting closer, closer, until their foreheads pressed together and their noses brushed.
"Caesar-chan, I want...." He could taste his breath on the air and it made him dizzy, arms circling around the blonds waste in a way that was every bit to keep him standing as it was just to hold him.
"Then do it, amore mio." He understood; of course he did, he always did, that was why Jojo loved him so much.
Their lips brushed in an electric spark so powerful it ought to have made the crickets stop chirping and the world stop turning, and he pulled away after a long moment that was much too short just to make sure he was real and that this was happening, that green eyes would really be focused on him like they always did, like he was the only important person in the whole world.
"Ti amo, Joseph."
"Love you too, Caesar."