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  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:
      Kakyoin_Noriaki/Kujo_Jotaro
  Character:
      Kujo_Jotaro, Kakyoin_Noriaki
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, fantasies, Masturbation, Hand_Jobs, Plot_What_Plot/Porn
      Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-25 Words: 3901
****** A Hope In Hell ******
by lawrencetheshark
Summary
     A fate-of-the-world-mission can’t stop a horny teen from rubbing one
     out no matter what their gender may be. In fact I’d dare say that it
     increases the probability that they’ll have to get off at SOME point.
     Tensions run hot, days and nights bleed together, stress builds and
     builds and sometimes you just need something to shut your damn mind
     up and put your body to sleep.
Notes
     One day I was sitting at the bus stop waiting for a bus that wouldn't
     come for 20 minutes and I asked my friend for a number. She said 3 so
     I wrote some Jotakak. That was like two months ago and I've only just
     finished.
     Also the underage tag is there cuz it's kinda Canon compliant and
     they're 17 and while that may not be underage everywhere it's
     underage in America where I am from and while I know plenty of people
     do the do before they're of age I thought I'd put it anyway.
See the end of the work for more notes
Teenage boys will do what teenage boys will do, you know.
A fate-of-the-world-mission can’t stop a horny teen from rubbing one out no
matter what their gender may be. In fact I’d dare say that it increases the
probability that they’ll have to get off at SOME point. Tensions run hot, days
and nights bleed together, stress builds and builds and sometimes you just need
something to shut your damn mind up and put your body to sleep.
Kujo Jotaro is not now and never will be an exception to this situational
assumption. The poor boy would like to deny that he has such desires in the
first place, but let’s face it, he’s never been simultaneously more comfortable
and more high-strung than he feels in the fifty days between discovering his
own Stand and killing that Dio. High strung, of course, because of the very
nature of the mission the party has found themselves on. Comfortable, of
course, due to the company he keeps and that keeps him in return. His
grandfather, who is sufficiently more badass than Jotaro had ever pegged him to
be. Polnareff, with whom (and at whom) it is easy to laugh. Avdol, who has a
general calming presence, despite his sense of humor being entirely on par with
Joseph himself.
And then there was Kakyoin Noriaki.
Jotaro probably never would have paid him much mind had he ever seen him around
the schoolyard, but being forced into close proximity for the sake of Holly
forces Jotaro to also notice far too many things. Like, the way he looks when
he has just woken up. Like, the orange flecks in his violet eyes and the black
roots of his red eyebrows that he suspects more and more are just the natural
way they exist. Like, the wide set of his mouth contrasting with the narrow
cinch of his waistline.
And Kakyoin is warm, too. Just, in general, Kakyoin is warm. His voice is warm
and heavy in Jotaro’s ears and his hands never get chilly in the cold desert
air. His smile is also warm, when it’s genuine and soft. The whole of Kakyoin
settles something thick in his throat and heavy in his gut – at least, thick
enough and heavy enough for it to be noticeably different from the norm and
noticeably not an illness or Stand attack.
So one night Jotaro’s age and circumstance get the better of him. It’s been a
long day, he's sore and exhausted, and honestly he would love nothing more than
to shower and wrap his naked damp self around Kakyoin. He knows Kakyoin would
be warm and soft and from there his mind constructs images of Kakyoin not only
welcoming the weight against him but rocking back into it, biting his lip.
 
Jotaro shivers and sighs. He's hard, and he wishes he wasn't, because this
hotel only had single bed rooms available last minute, and if these thoughts
are any indication, no amount of thoughts of his grandfather naked or whatever
will be able to calm him during the night. For now, Kakyoin is out of the room
for an indeterminate amount of time - it might be possible to rub one out
quickly and be generally okay overnight.
 
Having made the decision, Jotaro huffs a brief yareyare and unbuckles the two
belts around his hips. As he unbuttons and unzips his pants he leans back
against the pillows on the bed. There's no time for preamble and so with a
corner of his attention focused in the direction of the door he pulls his cock
free of his briefs and gets right to it.
 
More and more images of Kakyoin fill his mind. He knows the other man is
muscular but Jotaro has been itching to get his hands on that tiny waist that
is inevitably also comprised of hard muscle. His skin is probably soft and
Jotaro wishes he could bury his face in the other's tummy. He thinks he could
probably get off for days thinking about it, inhaling the musky scent of his
skin mixed with the fresh hotel soap that Kakyoin would certainly have just
used, the heat of the others erection so close he would only need to move  just
so  to take it into his mouth.
 
Jotaro groans low in his throat as his hand drags quickly up and down his
shaft. He knows he doesn't have much time yet but Kakyoin's name is falling
from his lips quietly and his orgasm is building and building and -
 
The click of the door closing makes him start but what shakes him to the core
is the way Kakyoin's violet eyes are raking hungrily over Jotaro's body. He
hadn't even heard the door open, a lapse in attention that in this moment he
isn't certain whether he is grateful for or not.
 
"Kakyoin," he starts, his voice sounding smaller than usual, even to himself.
He pulls his hand back from his slightly flagging erection and sits up,
thinking he ought to try to be polite at least, though the damage is already
done.
 
Kakyoin's eyes flick up to Jotaro's and his lips tilt into a small smile. "You
know, you could have just asked," he says, voice low and soft. In the next
moment he crawls onto the bed. Jotaro instinctively pulls his legs just ever so
slightly back towards himself but Kakyoin is moving to straddle those very legs
and peeling off his own undershirt.
 
His face is calm and Jotaro might be a little scared.
 
"Are you going to stare at me or are you going to continue?" Kakyoin leans in
closer to Jotaro's face, bracing his hands on the bed on either side of his
hips.
 
Jotaro is frozen. He is absolutely frozen. He cannot move and it's incredibly
lucky that Kakyoin doesn't misread his reaction, because it would be tragic to
have his body move anywhere but closer at this point.  
 
“I wondered, Jotaro-kun,” Kakyoin’s voice continues, eyes flicking down to
Jotaro’s lips, “if it would come to this.”
 
Jotaro only manages to find enough of a voice through his growing anticipation
to voice the question, “What?”
 
“You’ve been understandably tense since we left Japan,” Kakyoin explains, his
breath hitting Jotaro’s mouth for how close he is. “I wondered when you were
going to steal a moment to jerk it.”
 
Jotaro’s mouth presses into a thin line as he inhales through his nose. He
wants to be able to say something, anything, but Kakyoin is warm, and his lips
are two inches away from his, and their noses are so close to brushing, and no
words are coming to mind. Not that Jotaro was ever really a man of wit to begin
with.
 
Kakyoin’s violet eyes search Jotaro’s blue for any hint of not wanting this,
but all he can see is how those eyes flutter just the slightest bit closed and
flick between Kakyoin’s eyes and his lips. So he brings his left hand up to
Jotaro’s cheek and guides him into a kiss. His right hand, still on the bed,
moves to lace his fingers with Jotaro’s.
 
And something inside Jotaro seems to snap. He raises a hand up to grip
Kakyoin’s hair as he opens his mouth against the other’s, ready to devour every
kiss Kakyoin has to offer him. A chuckle leaves Kakyoin’s mouth, cut short by a
sharp inhale and swallowed by Jotaro. Kakyoin trails his left hand down over
the planes of Jotaro’s chest and taut abs and then, ever so gently, wraps
gracefully around Jotaro’s dick.
 
Jotaro grunts into the kiss and squeezes the hand that is still laced with his
own. Kakyoin goes slow, clearly not willing to allow Jotaro to build back up to
where he had been too quickly. Jotaro finds himself eagerly licking into
Kakyoin’s mouth as the kisses intensify, unsure if he wants that to continue or
for Kakyoin to get on with it.
 
Mercifully, with time, but not too much, Kakyoin is pacing his strokes faster
and squeezing ever so slightly on the upstroke. Jotaro’s fingers periodically
tighten against Kakyoin’s hand, presumably to ground or distract himself,
neither man can be sure which in the moment. But it’s too much, too long, not
satisfying Jotaro enough, especially not when the figure of his fantasy during
these tense and exhausting weeks is currently jerking him off and swallowing
every noise Jotaro grinds out.
 
It takes an immense amount of effort on Jotaro’s part to actually pull back
from kissing Kakyoin, after which Kakyoin immediately leans in and latches onto
Jotaro’s earlobe, tonguing the stud there gently. “Kakyoin,” Jotaro breathes,
breath hot and rolling thickly from his throat. He wiggles the hand in his a
little bit to bring Kakyoin’s attention to Jotaro’s voice.
 
The hand on Jotaro’s dick ceases and Kakyoin pulls back to look into Jotaro’s
eyes. A soft smile sits on reddened lips and the tiny tip of his tongue is
poking out as if he’s tasted something he likes. “Do you want me to fuck you,
Jotaro?”
 
A moment, as the world pauses, in which Jotaro takes in a sharp breath at the
sound of such lewd words in such a warm and deep voice, causes a shiver to run
up Jotaro’s spine. Quite honestly, Jotaro has never gotten to that point in his
fantasies thus far. But the shadow of smugness on Kakyoin’s otherwise gentle
face is like a challenge, and one that Jotaro is oh so willing to accept.
“Please,” he replies.
 
Excitement flicks across Kakyoin’s face a moment before he dives back in for a
few swift kisses to Jotaro’s lips. In the next moment Kakyoin has let go of
Jotaro’s hand and hikes Jotaro’s legs up over his shoulders. Jotaro loses his
balance and has to grip Kakyoin’s shoulder as he settles on his back against
the mattress. Kakyoin swiftly hikes Jotaro’s shirt up his chest and leans in to
start planting wet open-mouthed kisses down his body.
 
Jotaro is not a man who  whines  but he's surely close to it with how desperate
he is becoming. Kakyoin is thoroughly kissing his abs and tugging his uniform
slacks down his hips, his thighs, kisses moving to the sensitive insides of
those tanned thighs as if chasing the fabric. The kisses follow the gradual tug
of fabric until Kakyoin reaches his knees and has to pull back just to get them
completely off. Jotaro does not miss how Kakyoin is grinning and biting his
bottom lip as he looks back over Jotaro laying there, mostly nude, his arms
locked at his sides and clutching the sheets, chest  heaving . How could he
miss it when his entire focus is on that mouth?
 
And then the violet eyes above him meet Jotaro's, full of heat and hunger, but
only for a moment before they're moving back. Kakyoin is pulling back from him
and stepping off the bed. Jotaro almost panics but trusts that Kakyoin would
not be walking away from him at this moment without reason. He blinks up at the
ceiling, his mouth once again going into a thin line as he attempts to control
his breathing and force himself to fully realize just what the fuck is truly
going on here.
 
It's the rustling of cloth that makes Jotaro turn his attention to where
Kakyoin is lifting his shirt. It's not like it's something Jotaro hasn't seen
before, but this time it's different. Ruffling his own hair back into place is
different. The speed with which he shucks off his pants is different. Jotaro
believes he may be ruined for sharing a room with Kakyoin platonically ever
again.
 
And then Kakyoin is back kneeling between Jotaro’s bent knees, entirely nude,
and his hand is wrapped around a bottle of lube much too large to be from a
regular old convenience store and a strip of condoms. His face is the tiniest
bit flushed, a bit embarrassed even. Jotaro feels himself staring again at the
implications of that face. “ Kakyoin, ” he huffs.
 
Kakyoin smiles to himself a bit ruefully, eyes cast to the side of the bed.
“Well,” he begins, “I didn’t quite just  wonder  if this would happen. I...may
have  hoped  more than I wondered.”
 
A wave of heat washes over Jotaro and he  knows  he must be blushing, but his
hands are moving on their own to lace fingers in the hair on the back of
Kakyoin’s head. It’s Kakyoin’s turn to lose his balance as Jotaro pulls him
down for another kiss. Jotaro lets his knees fall open to make room for the
body above him. Their teeth clack together as Kakyoin’s elbows hitting the
mattress causes them both to bounce a bit, but it’s okay. Of course it’s okay.
It’s Kakyoin.
 
When Kakyoin pulls back this time it isn’t very far at all, just enough to pull
his elbows up to rest on Jotaro’s brick of a chest. Heck, both bodies are hard
muscle with hardly any give, even without the muscles flexed. Jotaro loves the
weight of Kakyoin’s chest pressed against his abs and Kakyoin, too dazed by the
recent kiss and the attempt to get the items in his hands open and functional
to notice at the moment, could probably suffocate in Jotaro’s massive pectoral
muscles and he would be  grateful .
 
But now Jotaro doesn’t quite know what to do with his hands. He has never done
this with anyone before - the darkest back recesses of his mind supply him with
an idea that he ought to be grateful that this is happening anyhow because
there is a very real possibility that one or both of them could die on this
trip. He takes to carding his fingers through the red hair at the back of
Kakyoin’s head, eyes trained on Kakyoin’s face, which is trained on what his
hands are doing - that is, shaking and having a terrible time of trying to open
a condom.
 
Ah. Perhaps  that’s  what Jotaro ought to be doing with his hands. He slides
his fingers from the back of Kakyoin’s head and over the smooth skin of his
hands, gripping them gently. “Are you nervous, Kakyoin?” he asks softly, though
it sounds a bit like a grumble.
 
Kakyoin’s gaze flicks back up to meet Jotaro’s. “A bit,” he replies, “though I
was hoping I would be able to be confident in this endeavor.”
 
Jotaro grunts in response and turns his focus to sliding the condom out of his
friend’s hands and ripping it open easily. “There. Now hurry up.”
 
Kakyoin grins and sits back up on his heels, popping the cap on the lube.
Jotaro is getting impatient, of course he is; he has been close to coming twice
already. The least Kakyoin can do is get to it.
 
Jotaro settles his hands above his head on the bed and closes his eyes. He
thinks perhaps Kakyoin would feel pressured were he to feel Jotaro's intense
eyes on him through the whole.process and Jotaro would really like to be fucked
soon .
 
And then he feels Kakyoin’s slick finger press against his entrance and he
involuntarily tenses, which prompts Kakyoin's warm voice to tell him to relax
and his warm lips to start kissing the inner angle of his right thigh. Jotaro
forces himself to relax and wiggles his hips hoping that'll spur Kakyoin on. It
does, and a finger sinks inside Jotaro's body, thrusting until he can drag it
long and deep in and out, adding a second finger when it gets to be easy. A
groan makes its way out of Jotaro's throat and Kakyoin is shimmying his body
backwards enough to lean down and kiss at the space between Jotaro's balls and
his thigh proper.
 
Immediately Jotaro's eyes fly open and his hips jerk involuntarily. “ Kakyoin,
” he gasps. “Hurry up.”  I want to come with you inside me  is a thought that
goes unspoken but one that Jotaro hopes is echoed in Kakyoin's mind.
 
Kakyoin chuckles and looks up at Jotaro, dragging his fingers back out just
enough to be able to fit a third in. “You're almost ready,” he says softly, hot
breath against Jotaro's throbbing dick, which he kisses softly as soon as the
words are out of his mouth.
 
Jotaro will later deny the strangled groan that bursts from his throat at that
moment.
 
Kakyoin chuckles and Jotaro grimaces with a half-hearted yareyare, wiggling his
hips again. It really feels so good to have those three long fingers moving
deep inside of him. It's just that it isn't quite enough.
 
Jotaro can't help the soft moan that escapes his lips when Kakyoin finally
pulls his fingers out all the way. Jotaro lifts his head to watch as Kakyoin
rolls the condom on (with shaking hands, he notes) and spreads more lubricant
on his own cock. There's a pause, and Jotaro looks up at Kakyoin's face as the
other looks up as well.
 
Kakyoin looks like he might cry from how elated he seems. Jotaro can't deal
with that and stretches his arms out to beckon Kakyoin forward.
 
The small smile on Kakyoin's glossy lips widens and he moves up Jotaro's body.
He doesn't settle against him or even press a kiss to Jotaro's mouth like he's
anticipating, but instead, as Jotaro wraps his arms around his shoulders,
Kakyoin presses the head of his cock ever so gently against Jotaro's entrance.
 
Another moment that could mean a whine from Jotaro brings only a grunt, but his
eyebrows do knit in pleasure, and his jaw goes slack as Kakyoin pushes in
slowly.
 
“Kakyoin,” Jotaro gasps, “ Kakyoin. ”
 
Kakyoin leans in and bites Jotaro's earlobe again. “Won't you use my first
name?” he asks softly. “ Jotaro. ”
 
A nasal  hmmm  takes his ability to speak for a moment as Kakyoin thrusts
gently in an attempt to get deeper. “N-Noriaki,” he manages on the edge of a
gasp.
 
Kakyoin hums softly like he's pleased. “Oh if that was all I could hear for the
rest of my life,” he breathes into Jotaro's neck, rolling his hips to get
deeper still into the body beneath him.
 
Jotaro closes his eyes in order to focus on the feeling of Kakyoin’s gentle
thrusts inside of him. He grunts softly as Kakyoin drags himself slowly out and
thrusts back in deeper, over and over until he is fully seated inside of the
man beneath him. Jotaro let's out a soft and breathy groan at the feeling,
tightening his hold around Kakyoin's shoulders, an action which prompts a soft
chuckle in his ear.
 
“Noriaki,” Jotaro growls after a minute of stillness. It's almost a warning; he
hadn't really planned on this taking more than five minutes and it has
definitely already been a good thirty. His cock is throbbing against his
stomach and his eyebrows are knit in concentration this time rather than their
usual resting tension.
 
Kakyoin presses his lips to the side of Jotaro's face, placing kisses across
his cheek, from his temple to the corner of his mouth. Jotaro, on instinct or
impulse he's not sure which, jerks his head to the side so he can capture
Kakyoin's lips in a proper kiss, a kiss which Kakyoin groans into and
immediately deepens, dipping his tongue into the other's mouth.
 
Now, there's only so much a person can take, with the heat and weight of
someone they like inside them. Jotaro is not the type to beg any more than he
is the type to whine, at least not  vocally . But the way he sucks on Kakyoin's
tongue and rolls his hips up against the body above him could be construed as
something desperate.
 
And of course Kakyoin is going to comply. He keeps devouring Jotaro's mouth
with kisses as he pulls out most of the way, only to thrust back in, hard.
 
Jotaro grunts and tenses at the pleasure that blooms. His mouth is momentarily
forced away from Kakyoin's, but the other isn't having it and chases his lips
as he works up a rhythm. The pace is fast, relentless; Kakyoin, to his own
dismay, has to pull back from Jotaro's mouth to breathe with the effort of
keeping it up.
 
Jotaro isn't complaining though. Through squinting eyes and knitted brows he
sees Kakyoin with a similar expression, half of his lower lip clutched between
his teeth and arms locked at the elbow on either side of Jotaro's chest.
Jotaro’s whole body is opening up just for Kakyoin, too; his knees are spread
wide, his face is showing more emotion than it has since they met, his jaw is
slackening as he breathes and of course, of course, where Kakyoin is thrusting
deep inside of him.
 
Kakyoin can't help but chuckle breathlessly as he rolls his hips faster. “Look
at you,” he huffs.
 
Jotaro grunts. “'m gonna cum,” he growls.
 
And Kakyoin is so greedy. He's the worst, really; he slows his pace and
lengthens his thrusts all so he can hold onto the moment, sits back on his
heels and runs his hands over Jotaro's abs and inner thighs. Jotaro's hands
come down to cover his face as a lengthy groan that is both frustration and
pleasure as Kakyoin's length drags slowly over the sensitive spots inside of
him. “Noriaki,  please. ”
 
Kakyoin hums and thrusts slowly a few more times before leaning right back over
Jotaro. He leans in to kiss him, slow, languid, his tongue licking over
Jotaro's as he swallows the moans from the man beneath him. Then, without
warning, his left hand is back on Jotaro's dick and he's thrusting wildly once
again, chasing his own release just as much as he's chasing Jotaro's.
 
It's a climax they both reach relatively quickly; Jotaro comes first, throwing
his arms back around Kakyoin's shoulders and gripping them tightly, while
Kakyoin comes a few thrusts later, burying his face in the others neck with a
muffled, strangled “ Jotaro. ”
 
As the breathing of the two men calms down, Kakyoin starts to pull away again.
Jotaro lets him, though what he would rather do is curl right around him and
stay that way for as long as possible. Both men moan as Kakyoin draws himself
out, and he's only gone long enough to tie off the condom and throw it in the
garbage can. Then he's back, and we'll, there's no way to stop Jotaro in all
his freakish broadness from pulling Kakyoin in by his waist and burying his
face in his humid chest.
 
Kakyoin can only laugh at this. “I can't even believe you wanted me that
badly,” he mutters, wrapping his arms around Jotaro's head. His face is flushed
and his red hair is a mess and when Jotaro lifts his head to look into his
violet eyes he realizes that this is definitely something he would want to do
again, not just a horny episode brought on by tension, stress, and an
attractive roommate. He knows from the way the other man's blue eyes sparkle
that Jotaro feels the same.
 
In the morning they won't speak of it. In the weeks ahead of them they won't
expect anything more from the other. There won't be love of the romantic sort.
But those are thoughts for later as the humidity between the naked Kakyoin and
mostly naked Jotaro helps lull them, still cuddling, still clinging, into a
deep sleep
End Notes
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