Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/5685949. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure Relationship: Higashikata_Josuke/Kujo_Jotaro Character: Higashikata_Josuke, Kujo_Jotaro Additional Tags: Uncle/Nephew_Incest, Stomach_Bulge, Anal_Gaping, Sloppy_Seconds, Premature_Ejaculation, Large_Insertion, Sad_Ending, Going_Soft Stats: Published: 2016-01-10 Words: 5422 ****** 28 and 16 ****** by Arrestzelle Summary Josuke visits Jotaro at his hotel room with burdening expectations. Notes A commission fic for utuki!! I hope you like it!! :^) ♡ See the end of the work for more notes Being the father of a baby girl had him quit the sickening habit that slowly killed him. The urge, clawing at him and calling for him in that familiar, soft coaxing voice that always seduced him, was unrelenting right about now. He wanted to smoke. Badly. Discomfort curls around him ruthlessly, bringing an unusually rare perspiration to his palms as he levels the teen with a firm stare and a furrowed brow. With his legs crossed, Jotaro lounges on the small couch in his hotel room, his arm drawn over the back of it with his other broad hand set on his thigh. Josuke stood at the door, after being called into the hotel room by Jotaro. He doesn't say anything, not for a long minute, hoping Jotaro would be the first to speak. But Jotaro wasn't the one that came to this hotel room with expectation. After letting out a deep, nervous sigh, Josuke gazes into his nephew's cold sea green eyes from across the room as he asks with a faux confidence, “Jotaro, were you busy?” “What do you want,” Jotaro says, blank and to the point. Jotaro had been reading a book, but that was set aside next to him on the couch, waiting for the return of his attention. Josuke swallows hard, Jotaro notices, and takes a couple steps closer. “I...” Want you. It's an expected answer. Jotaro hoped he would just cut to the chase, already. He was such a reluctant, shy teen. Jotaro was too old for that kind of shit. He had planned to go back to working after some reading, but now that that's changed, he better speed things up. It would take ages to get what Josuke wanted out of him. He uncrosses his legs and with a curl of two fingers, beckons Josuke forward. A hot blush comes to the boy's cheeks at the gesture, violet eyes widening slightly. He points at himself with raising eyebrows, like a brat. Jotaro narrows his eyes at him. He was just being a smart ass now. With a slight amused grin, Josuke steps up to the couch, standing between Jotaro's spread knees. Jotaro looks up at him with a calm, stoic gaze, and says nothing, waiting for Josuke to get on with it. When the boy does finally move to straddle his lap, after a much too long moment of hesitation, Jotaro sets his broad hands on his hips and stares at him silently. Josuke looks nervous, which was common when he was around Jotaro. He speaks, quiet and with his violet eyes fixing on Jotaro's. “Really, Jotaro, if you were busy, we don't have to do this. I mean, I can come back later, or--” “Forget it,” Jotaro cuts him off, leaning in to kiss him and shut him up, gripping tightly at his hips. Josuke's hands immediately cup the sides of his neck at the initiation of the kiss, a low, pleased hum coming from him and vibrating through Jotaro's lips. Pursing his plump mouth against Josuke's, Jotaro furrows his brow and slowly kisses him with deep, slow overlapping of his lips. Josuke had become better at kissing over the last two weeks or so, ever since Jotaro had reluctantly cracked and let Josuke kiss him and blow him (a memory that has Jotaro cringing more than anything). It's become normal for Josuke to come see him at the hotel he was staying at, if only to kiss him or fuck. Jotaro had become numb to morals and what he should be doing as a responsible adult at this point. His wife wants to divorce him and claim full custody over their daughter, so if Jotaro is fucking his uncle, what does he have to lose? His dignity, maybe. His pride. And that would be less than great, but Jotaro doesn't plan for anyone else to find out. (Still, even so, he doesn't want to stop. He happens to like Josuke, so why not grasp for that ecstasy and mutual attraction? He hardly experiences those two anymore.) Josuke starts to get into it, he notices, when he begins to hump his thigh and groan into his mouth like a horny teen, though that's exactly what he is. It was more of a turn off than a turn on—Jotaro didn't like it when Josuke got ahead of himself and acted like some dog in heat. He pulls away from the kiss, slow and silent, with his hands sliding up to hold Josuke's sides. Josuke looks at him with dilated eyes, chest heaving and plump lips flushed a red from the kissing. Sliding his broad hand further up, Jotaro lets himself feel Josuke's torso. His wide sides, his broad back. His hands glide over his tight t-shirt, feeling along his back before his hands settle on the small of it. Josuke seemed to have liked the simple searching touches. He looks at Jotaro with a lust in his eyes, his fingers sliding into the man's curly black locks. “Undress and get on the bed,” Jotaro says, low and hushed, his hard green eyes fixed on Josuke's. With a nervous lick of his lips, Josuke nods and rises from his lap slowly, before he tugged off his shirt with a lack of grace. Jotaro watches him, crossing his legs again, as the teen undoes the button and zipper to his jeans before he draws them off. His underwear catches on it and drags along with it, and at first Josuke grasps for it, embarrassed, but Jotaro interrupts him by saying, “That's fine. Get on the bed.” Blushing, Josuke nods again and steps out of his pants and underwear, giving Jotaro a nice view of his broad, toned body. He had a nice fit body for a teen, Jotaro thought, like he did every time they did this. As Josuke makes his way to the bed, Jotaro rises from the couch and begins to work on the buttons to his purple vest. Turning to Josuke, he steps up to the side of the bed, looking down at him with a collected expression as he lets his vest fall to the floor. Even if Jotaro did have an elaborate outfit that he thought looked good on him, he was lazy with the care of it. Josuke stares up at him, with the thick duvet now over his waist. He admires the sight of his tight black turtleneck hugging his muscular torso. Jotaro tugs that off too and then after unbuckling his belt and pants, he steps out of them, exposing the entirety of his broad, muscular body and his black briefs that clung to his thick thighs and hips attractively. Josuke lets out a deep breath, staring with widened, awed eyes. Jotaro climbs onto the bed, with much more grace than Josuke had. He cups Josuke's flushed cheek with a calloused hand and kisses him with one firm purse of his lips, which the boy happily returns with a sweet blush, before he turns to the nightstand to retrieve the lube.   The rare occasion that Josuke takes a commanding lead, Jotaro tends to enjoy the sex more. Having his wrists pinned to the bed (even if Jotaro could easily break free from it) above his head by Josuke's rough, surprisingly calloused hands as the boy kisses him hard with teasing bites and mashing of their lips has his soft dick becoming nearly half-hard. Although, when Josuke shoves his tongue into his mouth, it has Jotaro cringing. How many times has he told him that he doesn't like kissing with tongue? The arousal Jotaro had felt is gone for now, but after making a face at Josuke, the boy remembering with a flustered apology, he feels it slowly come back when he's kissed deeply on the jaw and neck. A soft, aroused exhale comes from him, a hushed noise that Josuke nearly misses. But when he does catch it, he grins against his tan skin and does it a little rougher, a little firmer. By the time Jotaro is half-hard, he's getting impatient. “Get onto your back,” Jotaro says, low and with a firm order. Peeking up at him past his pompadour that was slowly coming unraveled, Josuke nods and then lets his wrists go to do just that. Following him, Jotaro leans over him, bearing his weight down on him and pinning him to the bed. Josuke grins and tries to wrap his arms affectionately around the older man, but Jotaro is scooting further back on the bed without warning and shoving his legs apart. Josuke sucks in a breath when he realizes what he's going to do. Excited arousal courses through his gut, sending a warmth through his body. He bites his bottom lip, grinning in anticipation as Jotaro settles between his legs, situating himself so he isn't nearly falling off the hotel bed. When he hooks his broad hands around Josuke's thighs and leans in to take his erection into his mouth, Josuke gasps and grabs tight fistfuls of the plush duvet. “Nnnn, Jotaro...” Josuke whispers roughly, drawing his legs further apart and moaning softly as Jotaro begins to slowly move his hot mouth over his length, easily taking it half-way considering he isn't well-endowed, like the older man was. Giving oral was something that Jotaro actually liked, something he preferred keeping a secret, even to his ex-wife, so as he's bobbing his head and repeatedly moving over the boy's hard cock, he felt arousal burn in his gut. His stiffening cock pressed into the comforter under them as he paused with the head of Josuke's dick in his hot mouth, sucking firmly at it with hollowed cheeks as he flicked his intense green eyes up to the boy's face. Hips quivering, Josuke moans openly with his eyes squeezing shut, bringing his hand up to clap it over his mouth. Then he whines out an embarrassingly desperate, muffled, “J-Jotaro, you should stop, nngh... If—if you want me to last.” Curling his broad fingers around the base of his dick, Jotaro pulls his mouth off slowly and gives a couple slow strokes to it as he rises from between his legs. A flushed, dazed look is on Josuke's face as Jotaro grabs the lube and twists it open to pour some on his own fingers. He isn't even fully erect yet, but this isn't about him. Sitting against the headboard and getting comfortable among the plush pillows, Jotaro quietly sighs to himself as he draws open his muscular legs and reaches down between them with his wet fingers. As he's pushing two fingers into himself, Josuke surprises Jotaro by sitting up and then leaning over across his waist to take his half-hard cock into his mouth, curling confident fingers around the base. He sets his other hand down on the bed by Jotaro's side, blocking most of the older man's view as he begins to blow him with a few short bobs of his head. He always did get ahead of himself when he tried to suck Jotaro's bigger cock, but this time he kept it slow and easy and took mostly just the head into his mouth, the front of his pomp brushing against Jotaro's hip. It was enough to make Jotaro grit his teeth and tense up his thighs. This distracted him slightly from the trouble of fingering himself, but he still managed to pump them inside himself as Josuke blew him. It was a combination that has Jotaro slumping back into the bed and letting out a tight grunt that has Josuke smirking around what was in his mouth and putting more effort into it. Shyly, he brings his hand down to cup Jotaro's balls, fondling them gently and with hope that it isn't a turn off for the other man. Jotaro lets out a breathless exhale from the touch and arches his hips up a little, fucking himself harder with his fingers, vulgar wet noises mixing with the sounds of Josuke sucking his dick. Relieved that he didn't overstep anything, Josuke nearly grins, but manages to suppress it, if only to focus more on blowing the other.   Josuke must have already been on the verge, because after slowly pushing into Jotaro with a breathless groan, he gave ten shaky thrusts into his tight hole, making Jotaro grunt and hook a broad hand around the back of his neck, before pressing into him entirely and reaching his first orgasm. Groaning, he hangs his head, a few locks falling from his gelled hair, and gives a few short, twitchy thrusts as he comes. Jotaro feels Josuke's cock throb inside him as he shot his load into him, which has him sighing and looking at his uncle with an unamused expression. After recovering, Josuke gives him a sheepish look and pulls out. Nudging him off, Jotaro rises from the bed as soon as Josuke moves aside. Nervously watching him, Josuke wonders if he's pissed. But then he notices his come sliding down Jotaro's thigh and stares as the other man started shifting through his suitcase before he found what looked to be a pretty big dildo, at least to him. Oh, right, Josuke thinks, he totally forgot that Jotaro had that. Joining the teen on the bed, Jotaro brushes back his dark curly locks and settles against the headboard again. He bluntly hands Josuke the toy. Silent, Josuke stares down at it in his hand, until Jotaro opened his legs and arched a thick brow at him. With a heavy blush and widened violet eyes, Josuke scoots closer for a better angle and reach, before he presses the thick head of the dildo against Jotaro's dripping hole and slowly pushed it in. Situating his hips into a better angle, Jotaro lets his eyes fall shut as he brings a hand up to slowly jerk himself with a tight hand. Josuke bites his lip at the image, finding it incredibly hot as he carefully pumped the dildo inside the other. Jotaro was never one to say anything during sex, which is just fine with Josuke even if it did make him feel a little awkward, so silence hung for a minute before Jotaro muttered firmly with a furrowed brow, “Go harder.” Complying, Josuke began to thrust the dildo into him harder and faster, fast enough to create obscene wet noises that fill the room, which has Josuke blushing. But, being in a haze of pleasure with his mouth fallen open, Jotaro seemed unaffected. It looked like he was a size queen, cause really, this dildo was much bigger than Josuke. Noticing how his jizz clung to the shaft of the dildo as it moved back and forth inside his nephew, Josuke stared, feeling arousal shoot into his gut. It was definitely not okay for them to be doing something like this, but Josuke couldn't seem to care when he had the privilege of watching his hot nephew slowly come undone. Getting creative, he angled the toy so it jabbed against his prostate each thrust in. Jotaro grunted at that, his mouth falling open a little. With wide eyes, Josuke notices how each time he pressed the toy in deeply, it pushed up far enough to create a small bump in Jotaro's belly. Reaching his other hand up, Josuke felt at his stomach with curious fingers, sucking in a breath when he felt the dildo nudge his fingers. He pushed it up firmly against Jotaro's prostate, hard enough for Josuke to feel. Josuke was nearly watering at the mouth before the older man spoke up, voice deep and rough. “Hey, you're hard again,” Jotaro notices, letting his erection go to rest on his abs. He reaches down and pushes away Josuke's hand. Taking his hand away, Josuke watches him as he pulls out the dildo and sets it aside on the nightstand. When Josuke looks down at himself, he notices that he definitely was hard again. Already? Grabbing the teenager by the wrist, Jotaro looks at him with hard sea green eyes, a couple curly black locks clinging to his forehead with sweat as he says firmly, “This time, don't last five seconds. Got it?” Swallowing hard, Josuke nods. He lets himself be pulled by the wrist to situate between Jotaro's spread muscular legs again. When Jotaro grabs his dick and presses it to his dripping hole, Josuke sucks in a breath and shifts closer, gazing down between their bodies to watch as he slowly pushed into him. Jotaro lets out a soft noise, and begins to touch himself again. Josuke moves his hips back and forth a couple times, watching the way his come from last time cling to his dick with each thrust. It definitely was messier than before. He could feel his jizz against his balls whenever he pressed into Jotaro all the way, too. Did he really come that much? “Go harder already,” Jotaro grunts, seemingly impatient with him. He hooks his feet around Josuke and rests them against the back of his thighs, digging his heels into them and encouraging him to increase the intensity of his thrusting. Shakily panting, Josuke does his best to fulfill his wishes. He plants his knees comfortably on the bed and began to give faster bucks of his hips, his pelvis hitting against Jotaro's ass hard enough to coax a deep moan from the man. Hooking his broad hands under Jotaro's knees, Josuke hikes his legs up and lets them slide down to rest in the crook of his elbows, bending Jotaro's body a little. He was well aware, through unpleasant experiences, that Jotaro was as flexible as a tree, so he tried to keep it tame. Jotaro didn't seem to mind the change of position. In fact, he seemed to like it. His face fell slack at the thrusts now directed at his prostate. Without realizing, he clenches his toes and grunts, head falling back heavily into the pillows. “Keep going--” He grits out through his teeth, eyes cracking open to look up at the teen with flushed cheeks and a furrowed brow. Josuke takes the chance to lean in and kiss him. Jotaro tenses up under him at first, but then relaxes into it and curls his hand further around the back of his neck in an encouraging touch. Josuke's lips are plump and soft against his, moving slowly and deeply over his and leaving him breathless when he finally pulls away a full minute later. The dildo's shade of dark blue catches Josuke's eye when he leans back, reminding him of its existence. An idea comes to mind, one that has him smirking and reaching over to snatch it, the thrusting of his hips slowing to something unpleasing to Jotaro. Jotaro narrows his eyes at him when he notices what he's holding. “Tell me to stop if you're not into it,” Josuke says with a grin, violet eyes glinting. Jotaro grabs him by the wrist. “What are you doing.” “I just thought... I could fuck you with this at the same time? I don't know, you seemed like you like somethin' a little bigger.” Jotaro just stares at him for a moment, seemingly contemplating with a stone- like face, before he eventually lets his wrist go and says gruffly, “Go slow with it, alright?” The grin comes back to Josuke's face. He nods, his unraveling pompadour shaking with the motion. Jotaro grabs the lube and presses it into his chest just as he began to bring the dildo down. Laughing nervously, Josuke realizes his mistake and takes it from Jotaro's hand. After thoroughly slicking it up, he tosses aside the bottle carelessly and then brings the dildo down to tentatively rub the thick head against Jotaro's hole that was currently full with his own dick. Well, this was definitely a first, but Josuke wasn't complaining. It was all for Jotaro's satisfaction after all. Leaning back to get a better view, Josuke furrows his brow and with a slow, firm push, he nudges the dildo against the wet rim of Jotaro's hole until it eases open slowly. Gritting his teeth, Jotaro slumps back into the pillows, resisting the urge to tense up from the nearly painful stretch. It didn't hurt, but it did sting a little and had him breathing in deeply. He's definitely taken more than just a big dildo in addition to a teen's dick before. More than anything though, it was much better this way. Jotaro might actually gain some satisfaction from this. “Is it... okay?” Josuke asks quietly, slowly nudging it in further and further until the head of it was pressed against his own. It definitely felt weird on his end. He notices the way Jotaro gazed down at the sight of having two dicks in him, his olive green eyes lidded. “Yeah,” Jotaro answers, sinking back into the pillows again and reaching down to begin touching at himself with lazy strokes. Encouraged by that, Josuke situates himself more comfortably on the bed and then begins to slowly arch his hips back and forth, letting both himself and Jotaro get used to it. Small, quiet grunts slip past Jotaro's grit teeth as Josuke moved the dildo slowly in time with his thrusts, the boy's violet eyes fixed down on his nephew's expression with awe. Josuke begins to speed it up a little, trying his best to work both his hips and his hand, though it was kind of awkward at first. Either way, the other man seemed to like it, based on his mouth falling open and hand raising to curl around the back of Josuke's neck, pulling him closer. Jotaro makes a slight face, feeling Josuke's come from his last orgasm sliding down between his cheeks to stain the covers. Josuke kept the pace going, rocking his hips faster and deeper the longer it progressed. Jotaro tips his head back with his black locks clinging to the sides of his face with sweat and lets out a quiet grunt, a sound that definitely meant he liked it. Josuke grins to himself, deeming his idea a success. With that reaction from his nephew, Josuke gains a little courage, so after swallowing hard and blushing a bit, he speaks in a low murmur, “You like that, Jotaro? Do you want me to go harder?” He's given a narrow-eyed glance, but Jotaro says nothing and only nods. So Josuke hooks his hands around Jotaro's tensed thighs and begins to snap his hips hard and fast, using his thrusting to keep the dildo in place. A series of small grunts slip from between Jotaro's clenched teeth, his head falling back into the pillows and hand tightening around the back of Josuke's neck. Josuke moans, rough and breathless, as he feels the edge coming up. Josuke's noises of ecstasy regretfully remind Jotaro of how wrong this was and how irresponsible as an adult he was being, letting his younger uncle fuck him like this. The thought was so sudden and out of nowhere, but it was still effective in making him feel like shit. He frowns to himself, looking down through narrowed eyes at the sight of Josuke pumping his hips against him. How things turned out like this, Jotaro isn't entirely sure. He should have turned Josuke away the very second he came onto him. He should have cut this off. He should have put his foot down and told Josuke to go the fuck home. Jotaro shouldn't have allowed this, but the stress of being away from his daughter and going through divorce must have urged him to go along with it. Either way, the fire of the moment weakened to flickering embers, leaving Jotaro with frustration and a lack of arousal. Josuke noticed Jotaro take his hand away from himself and set it on the bed instead, his face set in an annoyed scowl. He reaches in to replace Jotaro's hand with his own, and when he notices how suddenly soft he'd gotten, Josuke frowns and asks quietly, “Do you want me to stop?” Shaking his head, Jotaro mutters, “Keep going.” He pushes away Josuke's hand from his dick and encouraged him to go on by tightening his legs around him. Josuke begins to thrust again despite his reluctance, planting his hand on the bed beside Jotaro for leverage. For the next few minutes, it's quiet, save for Josuke's panting and soft moaning and the sounds of his pelvis smacking against Jotaro's ass. Grabbing tightly onto Jotaro's hip, Josuke begins to buck his hips faster and faster until the dildo slips out, lost in the haze of his upcoming orgasm. Jotaro feels some heat in his gut from the senseless ramming (being fucked hard was his kind of thing), but he'd lost most of his interest in his own orgasm, so instead he focuses on Josuke's. He brings his hand up to pinch and rub at Josuke's pink nipple gently with blunt fingertips, alternating between them and watching the boy's face. It twists up a little more from the extra stimulation. “Sh-shit, Jotaro.... You feel so fucking good.. Nnngh, g-gonna come. Oh, fuck,” Josuke moans, tipping his head back as he slows his thrusting to deep rocks of his hips. Jotaro says nothing, but he does encourage him by digging the heels of his feet into the back of his thighs. Josuke pants heavily, cracking open his eyes to gaze down at Jotaro. When he leans in to kiss the older man, Jotaro closes his eyes and returns it softly, sliding broad fingers into Josuke's loose black locks. As they kiss, Josuke gives a few more hard thrusts, before he stills inside Jotaro and groans against his mouth. Jotaro's plump lips pause against his uncle's when he feels his second load shoot into him. That's going to make a mess. Why didn't they use condoms? Jotaro doesn't dwell on it. All of it already happened, so there's no use beating himself up over it. Josuke kisses weakly at his mouth, but Jotaro had stopped responding. He waits for Josuke to pull back, and when he does, Josuke gives him a shaky smile. Jotaro unravels his legs from around him and sighs, resting back into the pillows tiredly. He didn't look too pleased, which has Josuke swallowing hard, nervous. He pulls out slowly, looking down to watch as he did with his hands resting on Jotaro's thighs. He bites his lip when he notices how Jotaro's asshole gaped open, no doubt from the combination of Josuke's dick and the dildo. He peeked up at the older man, who was rubbing at his face with a hand, before reaching in to shyly rub at his wet, abused hole, watching with wide eyes as Jotaro clenched up by reflex. Jotaro drops his hand and eyes him with a furrowed brow. Thick come slid out from Jotaro to run down his between his muscular cheeks, only to stain the covers further. It's an arousing sight that has Josuke blushing. He nearly jumps when Jotaro speaks, low and with a tone of impatience in his voice, “Get off me. I need to shower.” Meeting Jotaro's firm gaze, Josuke swallows hard and then glances down to the older man's soft dick. He rubs at the back of his neck sheepishly, looking Jotaro in the eye again as he scoots aside. “...Jotaro, are you sure you don't want me to--” “Yeah. I'm fine,” he answers gruffly as he rises from the bed, feeling Josuke's come gush out of him to run down his thigh. He ignores it and makes his way to the adjoined bathroom, brushing back sweaty black locks from his face as he does. With a glance over his shoulder, he says, “You can stay to shower, but after that, I want you gone.” Without waiting for a response, he enters the bathroom and then shuts the door behind himself.   ===============================================================================   During lunch, Josuke pouts. He rests his cheek in his palm, gazing out the window with a frown as Okuyasu and Koichi chat about some trivial topic. After five minutes of not participating in the conversation, Okuyasu notices and shuffles his chair closer to Josuke's and piped up, asking with concern, “Yo, Josuke, are you okay? You seem down, or something.” Jerked out of his worried thoughts, Josuke glances over. He sighs and drops his hand from his cheek. He shrugs, meeting Okuyasu's gaze, and says quietly, “I dunno. I think Jotaro is mad at me or something.” “Oh, why?” Koichi speaks up, giving Josuke a look of concern. Okuyasu and Koichi gaze at him in wait, which has Josuke nervously smiling and rubbing at the back of his neck, out of habit like usual. “Well...” Josuke begins, reluctantly and with a blush coming to his face. He pokes at his neglected lunch as he mumbles, “Well, I dunno. I think I did something to make him mad and now he's ignoring my calls.” A moment of silence falls between the three. Josuke nervously breaks out in a sweat, hoping they wouldn't prod further to get more answers out of him. Thankfully, Koichi understands his need for privacy and offers with a faint smile, “You should visit him, wherever he's staying, if he's ignoring your calls. Talking it out is always the best method to solving problems. Or you know, he could also just be busy. Isn't he writing some big paper or something like that?” Okuyasu glances between the two, and adds in with a concentrated furrow of his brow, just to seem helpful too, “I agree with Koichi, Josuke. Just talk it out, dude. Man to man. That's how it's done.” Koichi and Okuyasu nod in agreement and then look to Josuke again. Sighing, Josuke gives them a lackluster nod and says, “Thanks, guys. I'll think about it.”   ===============================================================================   Later that evening after spending a couple hours at Okuyasu's place, Josuke is on his way home, hands in his pockets with his head hung a little, violet eyes watching his feet as he makes his way down the sidewalk. The sun is just beginning to set, the heat of the day cooling to something tolerable. A breeze brushes against Josuke's face, which feels nice and has him glancing up. His place is just around the corner, so after making his way around the bend, he steps up to the front door and makes his way inside. As he's kicking off his shoes, he calls out, saying he's home. His mom might be out running errands, but he still felt the need to announce it in case she's here. After grabbing soda from the fridge, he turns out of the kitchen to make his way to the stairs, but the phone ringing makes him pause. His mom doesn't come running out, so he can only assume she's out. So Josuke turns back into the kitchen and grabs the phone off the hook. “Higashikata residence,” he says blankly, staring at the mint wallpaper of their kitchen as he picks at the tab of the soda can with a fingernail. The deep voice that suddenly speaks up is the last voice he expected to hear. “Josuke. The only time we see each other is when I arrange it. Don't come to the hotel anymore.” Blunt and cold as always. Josuke feels like he was just punched in the gut. He sucks in a breath and feels his heart begin to pound. He opens his mouth, speechless. Eventually, he finds his voice, and says quietly, “Jotaro, whatever I did, I'm sorry, alright? You don't have to cut me off.” “No, I do have to. You're my uncle, and that should be enough reason for you. Have a good night.” Then the line cuts, and Josuke is left with only silence and a heavy heart. He puts the phone back on the hook with stiff movements and stinging eyes, just as the front door opens, revealing his mother who comes into the house with a jingle of keys and a heavy sigh. “Oh, Josuke,” she greets with a blatant smile in her voice as she toes off her shoes, “So I found this cute little movie store by the mall and found a couple good ones, so we should watch one tonight, if you're up for it.” Josuke feels too sick to have this soda now, so after putting it back in the fridge, he turns to her with deflated shoulders and gives her a tired, forced smile. “Sure.” End Notes This is a commission work. abdul-polnareff.tumblr.com Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!