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It was late into the evening, now nearing the cooler Autumn months of the year. Jonathan had finally returned from a particularly perilous trip overseas. Originally it was simply for an archaeological dig site, but as per Joestar luck, ended up in a tiring escapade that thoroughly wore him out.
Jonathan’s knuckles wrap against the door—once, twice, thrice—and the door opens. A mildly disheveled Speedwagon opens the door, his face lighting up at the sight of his dear boy— Jonathan.
Though that joy is lightly dampened by concern as he spots how rough his beloved looks. Clothes patched a bit odd, tired eyes, and unkempt, dark locks. “……JoJo, y’ alright?…” Speedwagon asks tenderly, almost reaching out to him in attempts to comfort him.
Instead of answering, Jonathan simply pulls him into a bear hug after closing the door; Speedwagon’s furnace-esque body heat a comfort in the cold fall air. As Speedwagon hugged back just as tight, he heard a faint murmur from Jonathan. “…I missed you, my dear…”
Speedwagon couldn’t help but smile a little. “I missed you too, my gentleman,” he said, just as quiet; Like If he spoke any louder the world would shatter before them. He gave a faint chuckle as he spotted the warmth spreading up to Jonathan’s ears. He knew how much the taller man enjoyed that corny nickname.
For a bit, they stayed like this in a soft, comfortable silence; just enjoying the inexplicable warmth that this hug brought them both. However, as Jonathan began to put a bit too much weight on Speedwagon as he leaned into the hug, the quiet was broken.
Speedwagon gave a faint nervous chuckle. “Alright Big guy, don't fall asleep on me- C’mere, y’ hungry? 'm sure y’ are after a trip like that-” he stepped back a little to gesture to Jonathan’s rough attire.
Jonathan perks up slightly at the mention of food, some of his drowsiness fading out. “Oh! Food, lovely-” He scurries off to the Kitchen with a slight limp.
Speedwagon follows him, face scrunching with over-exaggerated worry. “Eh, JoJo, what's up with yer leg?-”
Jonathan pauses. “Ah, right- I hurt my leg a bit on my trip. It’ll heal soon enough.” he replies in a tired tone, though a hint of affection towards Speedwagon’s worrying was heard in it as well.
“Y’ sure? I can check on it t’ make sure-” Speedwagon insisted, eyeing his leg slightly.
Jonathan chuckled. Speedwagon’s stubborn worry for him always was a bit endearing to him. “Robert, dear, I'm perfectly fine. It's okay…”
Speedwagon still felt the swirling about in him like a hurricane of monarch butterflies each time Jonathan uttered his name. His cheeks tinge a bit pink and he reluctantly gives in. “Fine, I’ll stop worryin’ so much—”
Jonathan simply smiles and limps into the kitchen. He tilts his head at the unfamiliar smell in the air. “…what did Erina make?-” he asks, curiously.
Speedwagon scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, a warm feeling in his chest as he spoke. “Well uh…… I actually cooked this time. Over the time you've been gone I've been workin’ on my cookin’ skills with good ol’ ‘Rina. Though this is a stew recipe from my mama’s old cookbook, nothing ‘Rina taught me-” He admits.
Jonathan hums, tilting his head. “Well then, it smells lovely, my dear…”
Speedwagon perks up at this. “Ah, thank ye, JoJo- Now come on-” He ushered the man into a seat, going to set him up a bowl. He didn't want his JoJo straining his leg too much.
After a moment or two, a bowl is sat in front of Jonathan. It was a simple stew of pulled pork and potatoes, though it seemed good. Jonathan scarfs it down in a rather quick, impolite manner. Once he realized how he had eaten he tensed slightly. “My apologies-” it was almost automatic. After Dio had first arrived, his father had set the rule of ‘eat politely or don't eat all’, so he felt a sense of guilt if he wasn't polite in his mannerisms.
Instead of scolding him, Speedwagon laughs. “It's alright, ‘m just glad t’ know y’ enjoyed it, JoJo-” He honestly found his actions amusing, and encouraging in some odd way to continue cooking every once in a while.
Jonathan relaxes a little at the reassuring response. He had quite enjoyed the meal he had. It wasn't anything fancy or extraordinary, but it was made by one of his beloved, and that made it perfect for him.
He stands to wash his dish, heading over to the sink. Soon he felt two arms wrap around him, but doesn't make much comment as the shorter man buried his face against his back.
As Jonathan scrubbed the bowl clean, he asked a question. “Where is Erina? I would like to see my angel tonight, If possible-” He yawns slightly.
Speedwagon hums, voice muffled against Jonathan’s back. “Sorry hon, she went to bed early.” he answered, letting go as Jonathan turned around.
Jonathan rubbed his tired eyes. “That's alright, she deserves all the beauty sleep she wants, even if she doesn't need it. Besides, I got you right now, I'm happy even with only one of my beautiful blondes in the duo.” He leans down, giving him a kiss on the forehead.
Speedwagon chuckles, messing with the edge of the blond stands framing his face slightly. “mhm, y’ got me…come on, let's warm up by the fire, yeah?-” Jonathan nods and Speedwagon leads him back into the living room. Jonathan stumbles a little, being caught by the blonde. “Ay…I got you. Come on—” he guides the man over, gently setting them down on the couch.
Jonathan immediately cuddled up the man, laying on top of him like the world’s best weighted blanket. Speedwagon sighs in contentment, fingers lacing into Jonathan’s hair; running through it ever so gently. He quietly hummed a random tune, watching as Jonathan’s tired eyes slid shut. Speedwagon smiles and closes his eyes.
He wouldn’t trade this for the world.