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“Helping me out back on Ogre Street, finding the poison seller, and even coming back home with me…” Jonathan leaned across the aisle of the carriage to press Speedwagon’s hand in an exceedingly earnest way that stopped the breath in his lungs. The sound of the wheels rumbled around them like the beating of a tremendous heart. “It means more to me than I can ever say. If there’s anything I can do to repay you, don’t hesitate to—”
“Kiss me,” Speedwagon blurted out, and when he realized he’d said it aloud, followed it up with a quiet curse. What the hell had he just done, cooped up in this tiny carriage with a nobleman, plus a hundred cops trailing behind? It could be the end for him, and he’d gone and let it fly out of his mouth before he could even think. His eyes met with Jonathan’s, quiet and unblinking; bracing for the fallout.
Instead, Jojo just laughed. “What is this, a storybook? I regret that I’m hardly fairy-tale prince, but if a kiss is the favour you ask of me, I’ll grant it.” Standing carefully, he put one hand against the wall to balance himself amid the carriage’s rumbling gait. And then he leaned down.
Speedwagon had just enough time to take a breath before Jonathan’s lips met his.
For not being a prince, he was damn near close. Jonathan’s lips were soft against Speedwagon’s rough ones. His kiss was gentle, yet unflinching; his palm just barely ghosting over the curve of Speedwagon’s cheek. It felt like a dream that went on forever, though in reality surely lasted no more than a handful of seconds.
Jonathan pulled away and sat back down, the slightest of blushes dusting his cheeks in the lamplight. “How was that? I haven’t had much practice, but I hope it was sufficient.”
Sufficient? It was more or less life-changing, but Speedwagon had just enough self-preservation instinct left not to go blurting that out right away. Instead, he started cautiously, “Mr. Joestar, it didn’t bother you, me askin’ you for that?”
Jojo’s brow furrowed. “I suppose normally it would be improper. But with all you’ve done to help me, I feel as though you’ve hung the moon! Nothing you ask me in return could be too much! It’s such a small thing, when you deserve it all.”
Speedwagon blushed mightily at that. Maybe he was presuming too much, but it sure sounded like this gentleman he was crazy about was just as crazy about him.
“It was perfect, Mr. Joestar,” he said with a smile. “In fact, if I may… If all goes well tonight, I wouldn’t mind if you repaid me in just the same way.”