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"Caesar."
He smelled like leather and motor oil.
"Take your boots off, cretino," Caesar swore as the bed dipped under Joseph's weight. The sound of the cicadas droned through the open window on the stagnant breeze. Caesar had been laying in bed since he'd woken up. The sun had climbed high in that time, but the oppressive heat that spilled through the window hung a thick, wet curtain in the air that kept him flat against the coolness of the mattress and rumpled bed sheets.
Joseph had been gone when he'd woken up. Out on his motorcycle, judging by the jacket and gloves he was still wearing. Levered up on his arms, he hovered in the sunshine that had been hitting Caesar's eyes, and the pale light caught the burnt auburn in his hair.
Reaching up, Caesar smoothed a hand against a wild cowlick that sprung back up the moment he let go. "You look like something the dog dragged in."
"Something good I hope?" Joseph grinned.
"Maybe."
Caesar let Joseph catch his hand and drag it down. The brush of lips against his palm was soft, dry, and scratchy with the stubble already growing back on Joseph's face. The nip of teeth that followed to the meat of his thumb was gentle, and Joseph worried at the mark. It would redden and bruise.
Caesar leaned up and grazed his teeth against Joseph's jaw.
His hand was freed, but he grunted as the full weight of a grown man crashed down on him.
"Merda, Jojo, warn me."
"Caesar, why?" came the muffled whine from somewhere by his ear.
The room was hot, and Joseph's leather jacket didn't make it any better. Caesar rolled his shoulders. The spot on the mattress where he'd been laying was growing warm against his back."Why what?" he asked irritably, the mood breaking the more he was smothered by the sheets, by Joseph.
"Why are you tempting me?"
It was so pitiful, the voice Joseph used, that Caesar nearly barked out a laugh. Joseph must have felt it. He rose back up on his elbows, his eyes comically wide and his jaw working to not fall slack.
"You look like I just kicked your sandcastle," Caesar pushed at a heavy shoulder, "Get off, you're hot."
"I know I am," Joseph retorted, rolling away. He shed his jacket, and his boots, which thunked to the floor. Outside, somewhere, an engine was purring, and Caesar closed his eyes, soaking in the sounds of summer and a quiet afternoon.
The bed dipped again when Joseph came back, and he was warm, overly so, but he kept his distance taking up the recently vacated warm spot on the other half of the bed and folding his arms behind his head in a make-shift pillow.
"Where did you go?" Caesar asked after a cicada finished its slow drone.
"Around. I took the long road into town. Passed by a few vineyards you'd probably like."
"That sounds good."
"I needed it."
Caesar cracked an eye open. Across the bed, Joseph was staring at the ceiling, trying to bore holes with his eyes.
"It's the heat," he sighed roughly, "I feel like I've run ten miles but my body's not tired, it's just heavy. And then there was you."
"Me?"
Joseph wrinkled his nose, "You took your pants off in your sleep."
"I didn't know it bothered you," Caesar replied.
"That's not it. It was just... You know what? Forget it."
"What? Did you like the view a little too much, cretino?" Caesar sat up at the strangled noise that came from the other side of the bed. He didn't hide his smirk as he stood. Joseph's eyes had moved from the ceiling to focus on him, that heavy stare burning paths over each inch of skin the sheets pulled away from.
"I'm going to shower," Caesar announced, snapping Joseph's attention away from memorizing his body. "Maybe you should go for a different ride."
The bathroom was only a few steps away, and in this heat he had to keep the door open if he didn't want the steam to kill him, but it still took until a full count of ten after he'd turned on the shower and got in for a slightly less humid burst of air to hit his back.
"Took you long enough," he wiped the water from his eyes as Joseph's arms circled his waist.
"I'll admit I was slow on the uptake, but that was just a bad pick up line."
"Really? I thought it would speak to your more American sensibilities."
Joseph's laugh curled in his ear, and the arms around his waist cinched tight. "Then how much is it to get on this ride?" he asked, the sudden low pitch to his voice drawing shiver down Caesar's spine. It started near the shell of his ear and ran down his neck, raising goosebumps, and all the while Joseph's body pressed flushed from head to toe against his back, all hard planes, and firm muscle. Caesar didn't miss the hands that grabbed his ass either. How could he? Joseph's tongue licked the curve of his ear, and the heat, all at once, didn't matter anymore.
Leaning forward, Caesar pressed his forehead to the shower wall. The tiles were slick, and cool, and he sighed, tipping his head to the side as Joseph went after his neck in sloppy, wet kisses. He was already half hard against Caesar's thigh, and it was with a little spark of satisfaction that Caesar pushed him away to turn around.
"Who taught you how to kiss? You have no form, no skill," he admonished, watching the slow flicker of realization cross Joseph's face as he processed what he'd said.
"You think you could do better?" Joseph reached for him, and he was pulled up short when Caesar met him half way, stepping into the cage of his arms.
He'd thrown Joseph off balance with that. He framed Joseph's face with his hands, pulled him down, and against his lips, whispered, "Clearly."
They weren't rushed when they kissed. This wasn't training, but it was a fight, and Caesar dragged Joseph's lower lip into his mouth and sucked, earning a sigh. Using the wall for leverage, he kept his back against the tile, Joseph's hands trapped where they'd grabbed his ass, and forced the man to hunker down, to crane his neck as Caesar took a lazy pass at his mouth with a hot tongue.
When he breathed out, Joseph breathed in.
He teased Joseph's tongue, coaxing it to play with his own until the spray from the shower made it too slick to keep up. He broke away, and trailed a line of quick kisses down Joseph's neck, twining a wet lock of hair around his finger to tug Joseph's head to the side.
"Use your hands, Joseph," he whispered.
"Thought you were teaching me how to kiss?" Joseph grunted.
Caesar gripped a strong shoulder and pushed down lightly. "I was."
Joseph went easily to his knees.
- - - - - - - -
Worship was the word for it. Joseph worshipped that body. Each inch was a revelation, and while they were playing at bumbling incompetent and skilled master, he was more than willing to follow Caesar's instruction on how best to worship his body.
Playful wasn't a mood that he would normally describe Caesar with. The heat had done something to him, to the both of them probably. It had taken more willpower than Joseph had thought he'd had that morning to get up and leave the tangled sheets of their bed where Caesar had been sleeping, curled on his side and naked for the world to see.
Pressing his lips to the ridge of Caesar's hip, Joseph swiped a tongue at the rivulets of water that washed down Caesar's body. He could feel the tension and release in his thighs where he'd moved his hands to hold on better. Say what you wanted but Joseph knew where he excelled, and there were nights he could come up behind Caesar, whisper the promise of this, and watch the man's knees get weak, like a puppet without its strings.
"Joseph?"
"Someone's gotta teach me," Joseph replied, cutting off the question in that voice. He wrapped a hand around the base of Caesar's length, and licked a stripe from there to the tip. Caesar hissed through gritted teeth. His legs were shaking more than before, and Joseph smirked as he placed a quick kiss to the head of Caesar's cock, then swallowed him down.
"Figlio de putana."
The swearing was only going to get worse, Joseph knew. Caesar rarely moaned but he cursed, louder and coarser the longer Joseph sucked on his cock. When they were in bed it often meant Caesar would grab a pillow, or else muffle himself in the crook of his arm.
Joseph was waiting for the day the cursing stopped, not because he didn't like it--strange little quirk that it was--but because it would mean he'd finally have wiped all thoughts from Caesar's mind and replaced it only with them, and there, and then.
The fingers in his hair pulled hard, tugging every time he drew back for too long or switched too fast from dragging his tongue against the head to sucking hard.
He ran his hands up firm thighs, his thumbs finding the sharp v of Caesar's hips. The bites he'd turned into hickeys last night stared back at him, and Joseph hummed around the length in his mouth, earning another round of rough praise. He tongued the vein that ran along he underside of Caesar's length, pinning Caesar's hips at the same time so he wouldn't be gagged by a sudden buck.
"Joseph, stop," Caesar bit out, "I'm going to--"
Joseph pulled of. "Go ahead," he urged. He grasped Caesar again while his free hand traveled around the curve of a warm hip to palm a handful of round ass. Caesar bit his lip as Joseph gave him a few quick, sharp jacks. That was all it took.
They'd been so high strung for so long, but when Caesar came he was mostly quiet, all his loud, vehement swearing from before disappearing. Green eyes would squeeze shut, and he'd bit his lip, though he'd always open his mouth in a silent gasp at the very end. It was entrancing to watch, and Joseph could spend forever trying to memorize the flush of pink that would skirt across the bridge of Caesar's nose.
The man's chest heaved with quick, short breathes as he came down from his high, and Joseph simply waited, knowing Caesar wouldn't leave him for long.
Caesar wasn't selfish. Joseph might worship his body, but Caesar was a benevolent church.
- - - - - - -
Joseph could tell the moment Caesar gathered himself. His glazed eyes opened, and the shaking in his legs subsided. Twisting the water off now that it had long gone cold, he smiled, warm and slow, and Joseph went easily when Caesar pushed him back.
He laid down.
"You asked about a ride before?" Caesar asked, dropping down to straddle his waist. "Do you know where you want to go?"
Caesar's body was warm, just like the air inside the bathroom, just like the humid summer that went on outside.
He smelled like sex and soap.
And with his hair wet, and his body loose and languid, his lips red, and his body covered in little marks from Joseph's teeth, he was the most gorgeous thing Joseph had seen.
Settling back, Joseph folded his arms beneath his head.
"Take me to church," he answered.
Caesar flushed.