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If Jonathan was honest with himself, he would admit that when he first met the blond haired boy that they were going to be the best of friends. They would laugh, talk about their common interest, and run around the Joestar’s estate. Those thoughts were immediately crushed when he actually began to talk to the other.
Jonathan quickly found out that when authoritative figures were absent that Dio could be an absolute terror. The blond had a very sharp tongue and a very large vocabulary that he would put to use in intimidate other kids. Jonathan was not one to stand by while others were bullied, so he stepped up to the plate in being the hero. Heroes defended those who couldn’t defend themselves. While the brunet did not regret his decision, he was very aware that moment was the turning point in their worlds. Dio had set his sights on him and seemed to make it his personal mission to make the brunet’s life miserable.
Jonathan remembered all the embarrassing things that happened to him in elementary school. The gum in his hair that resulted in his father shaving a noticeable patch in his hair, the water that was “accidently” spilled on his pants during lunch – everyone called him the urinator for years – or when his crush was suddenly too embarrassed to talk to him and avoided him like the plague.
Dio was an absolute monster in their earlier years.
The mean spirited pranks came to a halt when they entered their teens. They started to act more civilianized towards each other. Dio, often, visited the Joestar estate. It became so often that they invited him to claim one of their guestrooms for his improv sleep overs. Back then, Jonathan was sure that they were starting to become best friends. They never officially labeled their strange relationship of Dio showing up whenever he wanted and helping himself to everything Jonathan and his father had to offer. It didn’t matter for his father. George Joestar was absolutely charmed by Dio’s manners and speech. The man treated Dio just like a son.
Even if they were more civil towards each other, they were competitive…or rather, Dio was competitive and Jonathan was trying to catch up. Dio proved to have the greater advantage in most things regarding academia, while the brunet excelled more in physically activities like sports.
Well…most sports.
In the few times that Dio’s mother invited him over for dinner; he found out that the blond participated in other sports besides rugby, boxing, and baseball such as swimming, soccer and surprisingly enough…dance. When they were younger, Jonathan had heard from his father that Dio’s mother was a divorced professional dancer. It explained why the other was so quick on his feet. The fair-skin boy was the fastest on the rugby team and no one could land a hit when he was in the ring. It wasn’t only in sports that the other boy demonstrated such skills. Dio was agile in everyday life. It was almost as if the other walked on the tips of their toes, the blond was just so graceful. More times than not, the blond made Jonathan feel like a baby elephant stomping around. While Jojo was getting used to his ever growing body, Dio had already mastered his. The brunet thought it was almost unfair. The young Joestar often found himself stumbling and bumping into things as his growth spurts did a number on his body, but Dio was born with an interesting physic. While Jonathan was slowly growing into his body and becoming a tree with his thick thighs and arms and too broad shoulders, Dio was tall, lithe and generally well built.
The blond was all confidence and sharp teasing words. He was very comfortable with his body and Jonathan found out the hard way how comfortable Dio was in his skin as he prided himself on his looks and physic. The other boy usually stretched on whatever down time he had late at night or early in the mornings. There were many times when Jonathan stumbled into the other’s bedroom or their shared room at their boarding school where he would find the other lacking clothes and in various indecent poses.
Dio often stretched in these tight black pants or those little black shorts and perhaps a top if he felt like it.
Often times he didn’t.
Jonathan would politely look away as the other stretched. He would keep his hands to his sides, unaware that he was clenching them until he left. He didn’t know what to do when he found the blond like that. He found himself awkward and sometimes with a heavy tongue. The boys at school would often joke about “puberty kicking their ass” whenever a partially attractive girl or woman teacher was around, but not within earshot.
Maybe it was puberty…or maybe it was just Dio.
The blond had proved to be rather theatrically in his actions and dress, but Jonathan also found he was completely shameless. There were many nights he would stay in the shower or locked in his bedroom. It seemed the blond was just a very sexual being. His voice had a way with capturing a person’s attention. Despite his feminine looks, his voice was deep and alluring. Jonathan always tried his damnest to not physically react to his nickname. Dio would always say it in some form of a purr. Maybe it was the way he would lightly drag out the ‘o’ or maybe it was the way his plush lips looked when he said it either way, Jonathan could almost imagine his friend moaning his name. If it wasn’t Dio’s voice making him uncomfortable it was the way he dressed. His night clothes were daring and slightly rebellious, his formal wear always accentuated his shapely muscular form, and his sleepwear was undeniably sinful.
Jonathan popped into to the blond’s room for a quick question, but he soon forgot what it was that he wanted to say. His tongue was heavy again as he looked at his friend. Dio decided that he was just going to spend the summer at the Joestar estate and visit his mother and younger brother every other weekend. He made himself quite comfortable in one of the guestrooms. George Joestar spoiled the boy rotten, if the silk bottoms were anything to go by.
Dio seemed unperturbed by Jonathan’s unannounced visit. The brunet was probably the only one that was allowed to see his friend in such a indecent way. The blond was on his stomach reading a book with his legs slightly spread. One of his legs were bent and out off to the side causing the fabric to bunch in some spots and tighten in others. The silk left little to the imagination as it outlined the slopes of the blond’s bottom and seemed to tighten around his privates. Blue eyes also took note of the natural arch in the other’s bare back. Dio’s hair was let loose; his strands falling every which way.
“Is there something you needed, Jojo?”
There was that purr again.
Dio lazily switched over to lay on his back to look at him with his amber eyes. It was hard not to look at the clear outline in those silk pants. Jonathan instead tried to maintain eye contact, but that didn’t seem to work. Dio was much like a wild jungle cat. He was very fierce, graceful and forever effortless in his movements. The blond may have looked very relaxed, but the brunet knew that the blond was very much alert.
Jonathan often wondered if his friend did this on purpose.
“Are you just going to stare?” A small smirk played on those plush lips. “While I know that I am perfection and it can be quite the challenge to look away, I have you know that I was just getting to the best part.” He nodded to the book by his head. His golden hair danced across the mulberry colored sheets. Ever since he started growing out his hair, Jonathan was itching to touch it.
His pants were starting to feel tight.
“I wanted to see what you wanted to do for this weekend?” Jonathan wasn’t actually sure if this was his true question. It was the only thing that spilled out of his mouth and that did not make mentions to his friend’s state of undress.
Dio got up and made his way towards the door and thus to Jonathan.
Jonathan resisted the urge to readjust himself.
“Is that all?” A pale hand made its way to his chest, idly playing with the buttons of his navy blue sleepwear.
“Y-yes?”
Though their height was greater than that of their peers and most adults, Dio was still shorter than Jonathan. Amber eyes looked up at deep azul ones still mindlessly fiddling with his buttons. Dio looked a little bored, but there was a slight upturn to his pink lips.
“Is that a question, Jojo?” Was it his imagination or was Dio’s face closer to his? His palms were starting to sweat and his heart was beating wildly in his chest. He took a deep breath.
“No.”
The corners of the other’s mouth turned upward some more, not yet a smirk. “Well...then goodnight, Jojo.” With that Dio’s idling hand pushed him out into the hall, while the other had opened and closed the door in his face.
Jonathan had stood there staring at the thick doors with an uncomfortable ache in his pants wondering when their relationship started to changing again. Was it just him?