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When We're Rollin Through the Wild Wild West

Who: Everyone! EVERYONE!
Broadcast: IF YOU WANNA
Action: Everywhere! EVERYWHERE!
When: Mid-September - Mid-October

[How's your ship doing, pardners? Is it still pretty damaged? Is it glitching out hardcore? Well, there is one place to land to take care of all that, and that's on a dusty old moon in front of a planet that no one wants to go to. On this moon, you'll find a civilization that looks a lot like one's stepped into a wild west movie, hardened cowpolk and mutant horses and all. Will you become a vigilante, hunting bounties and stopping gangs from doing their dirty work? Will you go exploring planetside, with a cowboy hat and a stalk of wheat in your mouth to complete the look? Good luck with that; there is no wheat. This town ain't big enough for all you flooters, but make it so! For the ratings!

In other words, it's a planet mingle! Get 'er done!]

[September Planet info here]

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You would've--

[And then he freezes and glares daggers at Joseph, torn between punching him, ignoring him, and hollering out the door that he's in here so that the men outside can take care of him. In the end, he goes with the more fun fourth option, which is pushing him a few inches away with his hands on his chest, then pulling him back by the collar.]

Careful, idiota. That trick isn't foolproof.

Tell me what I'm going to say next. Go on.

[It's hard stifling his laughter at Caesar's reaction, but he manages to keep it together enough to keep it down. Joseph looks like he's momentarily making an honest attempt at predicting what Caesar will say next. But then he throws his arms around Caesar's neck.]

You're not gonna say anything because-- [And rather than explain it in words, Joseph just kisses Caesar again.]

[That'll teach him to never doubt the power of Joseph's trick ever again.]

[Which . . . was actually what the answer was going to be, in fact, except he was supposed to get the jump on Joseph, and the fact that he didn't is--]

[He probably should be getting angry about it. But he doesn't, just lets out a pleased sound against Joseph's lips sort-of-not-really by accident and kisses him back possessively, his arms coming to rest at his hips again. There are worse ways to lose, he guesses; he'll probably survive.]

[Joseph smiles into the kiss when Caesar wraps his arms around him again. He wasn't sure if Caesar was going to get irritated and hit him before kissing him again or if he'd just fall into the kiss, but he's really glad it's the latter. Not just because Caesar can hit hard though. It would just be an incredibly unproductive use of their time. One of his hands tangles itself back up in Caesar's hair as he presses close to him again. He's no less eager, but he does give up the dominance in the kiss to Caesar gradually and is more than happy to let Caesar claim him now.]

[It would be so easy to just do this forever. And he wants to. So for a while, he pretends like he can - like they don't need to ever breathe or move or leave, like they don't have responsibilities to anyone but each other. That's what it feels like, anyway. Like Joseph is the beginning and ending of everything, his whole world packed into one person. It's felt like that for so long it just seems natural now.]

[He pulls Joseph back against the door and kisses him until he forgets what time it is, or who started this, or if he's actually breathing or not. He kisses Joseph until he absolutely has to stop, and even then he only pulls away half an inch, and their noses brush, and he just stares and stares and he can't stop, it's impossible.]

[His voice comes out rough and choppy, words halting; it's difficult because he just wants to repeat I love you until words don't mean anything anymore, but he has to say this.]

I'm sorry I was so angry. With you. It wasn't your fault.

Perdonatemi, per favore. . . . Forgive me? Please.

[It takes a brief moment for Joseph's brain to catch up to the meaning of Caesar's words. Or rather, for Joseph to even actually acknowledge that Caesar is speaking in the first place because he feels simultaneously completely lost and grounded in the present moment.]

[There's a small, quiet puff of laughter once he does catch up, nuzzling noses for a second or two.]

You're always calling me idiota, but then you go and say stupid stuff like that.

[He holds Caesar's face in his hands. He'd like to say there was nothing to forgive, but that wouldn't be true. He'd even like to say that the second he laid eyes on Caesar again, he forgave him. But that's a stretch. So, instead, he tells the truth.]

I don't know if I just can't stay mad at you or if I understand you better, but I already forgave you a while ago, Caesar. You never had to ask for it.

[He doesn't actually mind that much when Joseph calls him stupid. It's probably more or less the same the other way around, which is just as well; he used up all his worst insults on the first day, and after that he wasn't really trying. Calling Joseph an idiot is just another way of saying I love you.]

[He leans into Joseph's touch like he needs it to breathe, turns his head to kiss his palm.]

That's good. That you can't stay mad at me. I don't think I'm very good at staying mad at you, either.

. . . I think you should tell me you love me again.

[Joseph's smile widens into a mischievous grin because of course Caesar can't stay mad at him for very long. It's not like Joseph wasn't completely aware of that. (Okay, he actually wasn't all that aware of it on a conscious level. But those are tiny, unimportant details.)]

Yeah? Okay.

[Joseph kisses his forehead. He speaks in a low, quiet voice.]

I. [One birthmark.] Love. [Then the other.] You.

[He comes close to kissing Caesar on the lips, but pulls away at the last second with a snicker before really kissing him again.]

[He does that thing again, that thing he can't seem to help where Joseph almost kisses him and he leans in and almost overbalances. It's really not fair, and the worst part is he's pretty sure he's going to keep falling for that, probably every single time it happens.]

[He's got just enough time to say,] Fuck you, Jojo, [before the real kiss comes and everything's fine and he's completely, one hundred percent forgotten why he was angry.]

[If Joseph wasn't already aware that he could get away with murder, he definitely knows the best route to getting out of trouble now as that fuck you, Jojo melts away into the kiss. This is a dangerous weapon that's just been added to Joseph's arsenal. Sorry, Caesar.]

You love me though, [he teases between kisses.]

[Yeah, he's pretty much completely screwed. Maybe once this becomes more of a habit, he'll be able to resist a little bit more, push Joseph away when he teases like that, but right now he's helpless. Joseph kisses him and everything else goes away, all the fear and uncertainty and anxiety; why should he be mad about that?]

That's right, [he agrees, breathless, and kisses back automatically, pliant and pleased.] I love you anyway.

[Joseph is oblivious to the specifics of the effect he has on Caesar. All he knows is that Caesar is practically putty he's so relaxed. Come to think of it, he doesn't think he's ever seen Caesar this at ease. And he's seen Caesar sleep before.]

I'm gonna remind you of that when you forget.

[He starts carding his fingers through Caesar's hair as they kiss.]

Okay, [he says agreeably, pressing a kiss to the corner of Joseph's mouth.] You can do that if you want to.

[It's entirely possible that he only half-heard what Joseph said and is agreeing out of principle. It's also possible that he knows he's doomed and doesn't see any point in ighting it right now. Whichever it is, he pulls Joseph closer by the hips and hums happily at Joseph's hands in his hair.]

. . . That feels good.

[Joseph's smile just widens further as he realizes Caesar didn't hear a word Joseph just said. He doesn't dare test it--he has a feeling if he said something that'd piss Caesar off, he'd snap out of it--but God if it isn't cute...]

[...And man is it weird to think of Caesar as being cute. Other things, sure, but cute doesn't usually come to mind. But here Joseph is thinking that exact thing.]

Yeah? [He kisses Caesar's cheek. And since Caesar's pulled him in close, Joseph just rests his head on Caesar's shoulder and nuzzles at his neck.] So I should probably never do it again after today, right?

[Later maybe he'll be able to reflect on this situation and remember what was actually said. Maybe. Right now, though, it's all entirely Greek, his focus completely on the sound of Joseph's voice and the smell of him and the touch of his kiss.]

Mmhm.

[Yeah, sure, whatever. He sighs and tips his head to the side, Joseph's breath on his neck making him shiver.]

[Joseph tries hard not to laugh, still wanting to avoid shaking Caesar out of this little trance. But it's next to impossible so he just buries his face in Caesar's neck completely to laugh quietly. Which, of course, just means he breathes in Caesar's clean scent. So, even after he manages to settle down, Joseph's not all that eager to move away.]

[One of his hands comes up automatically to bury his fingers in Joseph's hair, a belated response to Joseph's in his. He'd halfway noticed it before, but now he really realizes that Joseph's hair is soft, weirdly soft, insanely soft. He's sort of mesmerized by it, and he watches his own fingers carding through it as if he can't completely believe this is happening.]

[Joseph is still faceplanted in his neck, which means he's still shivering periodically; it also means that his brain-to-mouth filter is shot, so.]

You have really good hair. Just really good.

. . . Why are you laughing at me? [Suddenly suspicious . . .]

I'm not laughing at you, I'm just happy, [he lies smoothly.]

[Not that he thinks he should have to lie. Caesar is usually so put-together and serious, hearing him just saying whatever the hell happens to come to mind for him without any attempt to filter is hilarious. Even Caesar has to concede to that.]

[But Joseph doesn't want to get pushed away right now for being a brat. He just wants to stay close to Caesar and breathe him in. He rests his case with a quick kiss to Caesar's neck.]

[This seems like probably bullshit, but Joseph is kissing his neck, so there . . . isn't really a lot of arguing Caesar's capable of doing right now. He hums quietly, pleased, and runs his fingers through Joseph's hair again. So soft.]

That's good. I'm glad you're happy. I'm happy too.

That was stupid. I should have done that right away.

You could have maybe done it before we ended up in a shed, [because what a weird place for a first kiss, Caesar, seriously,] but I think the right time was now.

[Joseph just wouldn't have been ready. He would have panicked probably even worse than he did in the restaurant.]

If you hadn't been talking so much, I probably would have waited until later.

[He looks a little sideways, though, and presses his lips together.]

. . . I was going to. Before they showed up. You shouldn't have pushed me around like that.

I shouldn't? [Joseph grins and kisses Caesar's neck again.] You weren't complaining about it a few seconds ago.

[Sssssshut up and don't look at him, god. He makes a quiet noise that's a weird cocktail of pleased-embarrassed-irritated.]

That's not--

If you didn't want me to kiss you, you shouldn't have done it.

[Joseph laughs.]

I'll remember that then for next time.

[So expect to get shoved against a lot of walls in your future, Caesar. Just remember: you invited this and have no one to blame but yourself.]

[God he is so many different degrees of doomed. Godddddd.]

That - fine. Do what you want.

[Please shove him up against many walls, frequently.]

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