Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/8822728. 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: Trans_Character, trans_josuke, Omorashi, Piss_kink, Vaginal_Fingering, Showers Stats: Published: 2016-12-12 Words: 2610 ****** After a Long Day ****** by DastardlyDaisy Summary Josuke and Jotaro go back to Jotaro's hotel room after a Stand battle. Notes See the end of the work for notes It had been a long day. The rat thing had been a total mess, and after everything was said and done, both him and Jotaro were dragging their feet on the way to the hotel. This was their usual routine, going back to Jotaro's room to let Josuke get cleaned up so his mom wouldn't lose her shit. Today in particular, with his legs covered in dirty water and his clothes speckled with blood, he really needed it. But when they got to his room and locked the door, instead of heading to the shower Josuke flopped down in one of the comfy arm chairs. Jotaro wasn't one to scold him for sticking around, and even seemed to have the same thing on his mind when he laid out on the bed. They were both tired, having trekked a long way to find the pesky rat Stands and trek back, spent adrenaline making their limbs shaky and heavy. They both just needed to chill for a bit, to just lay around and let the excitement they had shared today simmer down. Josuke was near the mini fridge and tiredly leaned forward to yank the door open. As always, there was nothing in there except a few microwaveable meals and a bunch of bottled water. "Want one?" He asked, his hand around the tops of two of them. Jotaro grunted, tugging his hat down over his eyes. Josuke shrugged and pulled one out, shutting the door before inelegantly flopping back into the chair, letting himself sink into the overstuffed cushions. He tiredly cracked the bottle open and downed half of it in a few deep gulps. He rested the cold plastic bottle against his leg, looking blankly in front of himself. His body felt grimy and dirty from their little adventure but his exhaustion won out, keeping him planted in the chair. Closing his eyes, he let his sore muscles relax. He tried stretching out his aching toes but his shoes prevented it, and he was far too tired to even toe them off. It was only a handful of minutes later when he heard the light rumble of Jotaro's snoring. Josuke smiled and listened for a while. Jotaro worked himself too hard, so it was always nice to hear him snore. It let Josuke know he was getting the rest he needed. He lazily lifted the bottle of water and downed the rest of it. He didn't really want to, but he didn't feel like putting the lid back on it and knew he'd end up knocking it over and spilling it if he set it down somewhere. The bottle crinkled lightly as he finished it off and he set it and the lid on top of the mini fridge. He looked over at Jotaro, his big chest rising and falling, his fingers laced over his stomach, his mouth pulled into a sleepy frown. A nap wouldn't hurt, he thought tiredly, stretching his limbs before settling them cozily in the chair. Just a quick one... ~ He had been dreaming of a waterfall, the rushing water slightly muted in his mind. In the dream, he really had to piss, but he couldn't tug his bathing suit off, try as he might. He waded into the shallow pool of water at the base of the fall and held himself nervously, telling himself that it was okay to let it go, that it was fine, no one would know. Just as he felt the water warm around him and the first few dregs of relief he woke up, groaning and shivering. The warmth wasn't as profound as it had been in his dream, but he could definitely feel that he had pissed himself a little. He clenched his thighs together and sat up, the pressure on his bladder enough to make him tremble. Fuck, hereally had to go. He shot a look at the bathroom door and saw that it was closed, steam rolling out from under the crack. Jotaro was showering. "Fuck," He muttered, standing wearily and holding his stomach. The sound of the rushing water grated on his ears and made his eyes water. What an ugly way to wake up. Nearly hobbling to the door, Josuke rapped his knuckles against the door in a small flurry, turning his feet inwards and clenching his thighs together hard enough for them to burn. "Jotaro-san!" He called, his voice raspy from sleep, "I really gotta use the restroom!" Jotaro didn't answer, and as the water kept running he felt the first few spikes of panic along the back of his neck. He mightactually end up pissing himself. He heard a low squeak before the water dwindled to a stop. He was so happy that a few trickles of piss left him, soaking warmly into his pants. Josuke mewled and fought the urge to jingle the doorknob obnoxiously. Hurry, hurry, hurry! He chanted the mantra in his head over and over, listening intently to Jotaro moving around on the other side of the door. He bit his lip and tried to not focus on the burning swell of his bladder. This was bad, he really was gonna go if Jotaro didn't hurry up— The door opened, letting out a billow of warm steam. Jotaro held onto the door handle with one hand and the towel at his waist with the other. Even in Josuke's half delirious state he could admire how his ripped body was wet and slightly pink from the hot water. He was so relieved to finally be near his goal that his bladder let go and hot piss ran down his legs. He sobbed hollowly and leaned against Jotaro, the ache in his bladder slowly dissipating as his shoes filled with urine. "S-s-sorryyyy," He cried pathetically, rubbing his hot face against Jotaro's bare, wet chest. "Jesus, Josuke." He could hear the shock in Jotaro's voice and only felt all the worse, even if Jotaro offered him a rare moment of compassion and wrapped his arms around him. Josuke heard the damp towel around Jotaro's waist hit the floor and felt even more embarrassed, but he couldn't bring himself to pull away. His bladder felt better as the piss stream finally stopped, but he was left feeling dirty and downright despicable. How could he ever face Jotaro again, with what he had just done? He cried pitifully against the man, his body shivering and his fingers clutching at the springy muscles of Jotaro's back. He hated himself. "Josuke...." Jotaro tried to pull away but he only tightened his arms around him. Jotaro let out a small noise and tried again, being as delicate as he could with him. "Josuke." Josuke wouldn't let go though, the moment he pulled away he would have to look Jotaro in the face, and he wasn't ready for that. The urgency he heard in the man's voice confused him, but his confusion was short lived as he felt something firm pressing against the wet front of his school slacks. "A-ah." That made Josuke finally lift his head, his arms losing bit of their strength. Jotaro's face was rosy, and he would have thought it was from the hot shower if it weren't for the clear erection nudging at him. "It's...nothing to be embarrassed about." Josuke said lamely, feeling his own hot cheeks flush all the more. "It happens..." It's funny how their roles of embarrassment had been turned so swiftly.  Jotaro grunted a small noise and the next thing Josuke knew, they were both in the bathroom, Jotaro leaning over the bath tub to start the water again, the towel back around his waist. He hated it when Star Platinum was used without warning, it was always so disorienting, but in this situation he was okay with it. The atmosphere had been really awkward and he couldn't really blame Jotaro.  He got the shower running and the steam that had managed to somewhat dissipate began anew, clouding the small bathroom. Josuke felt silly with how childish he had acted, both by wetting himself and crying about it. But now Jotaro was taking care of him, and he couldn't help but feel a little pleased at that fact. Not to mention that Jotaro had been excited... The very thought of Jotaro's flushed face and hard dick made Josuke squirm in his dirty slacks. "J-Jotaro...I'm sorry." He said sullenly, knowing he needed to say it sooner or later, and sooner was way more easier. Jotaro didn't turn around as he straightened up, feeling the water stream with the tips of his fingers. Josuke was shocked to see that he had the same star- shaped birthmark on his shoulder. Without thinking, he reached out and touched it with trembling fingers. That made Jotaro turn around, and their eyes met with a sort of weird electricity that made Josuke's heart flutter and his stomach grow hot. He knew what was about to happen, they both knew. It was that silent moment between two people when both had an idea of what was going to happen, and although Josuke had never experienced it before, he knew what was coming. Jotaro leaned his head down and turned it ever so slightly, and Josuke leaned forward too to meet him halfway in a soft kiss. The sound of his heart pounding in his ears drowned out the rushing water and he felt his skin tighten as he broke out into cold chills. It only lasted for a few seconds, but it seemed like minutes in Josuke's mind. Jotaro pulled back and looked at him with steady blue eyes. "Let's get you cleaned up." "Ah, wait." Jotaro had begun to unbutton his jacket but stopped as Josuke spoke hurriedly. "Um, there's..." Geez, he never thought he'd have to tell this to Jotaro, and the prospect of doing so was scary. "I, um..." Jotaro didn't look upset or confused, he only looked curious. Josuke let out a shaky breath and batted Jotaro's large hands away to unbutton it himself. It would just be easier to show him than to tell him. He shrugged off his jacket and had to steel himself before lifting his shirt. Jotaro didn't seem shocked when he saw the tan binder wrapped around Josuke's chest. He looked up at Josuke and gave him a small smile while reaching for his pants, deftly unfastening them. "Better hurry, your mom will start getting worried soon." Josuke sniffled and nodded, not able to stop the relieved grin that spread across his face. Jotaro was really something else. His breasts ached as he removed the binder and stepped out of his wet slacks, with the help of Jotaro. He had never shown his body to anyone, so standing bare in front of this guy he had known for only a month or so was a  little weird. He was apprehensive, but at the same time it felt right. Jotaro shocked him by pulling the shower curtain back and dropping his towel again, giving Josuke an eyeful of his toned ass before getting back in the shower. He turned and held his hand out to Josuke, who shakily accepted the help. They were really gonna shower together. It was just one bizarre thing after another today. He stepped under the warm stream, letting it hit his face and sooth his nerves as Jotaro pressed into his back, his cock still full and hot. He leaned his head back against Jotaro's shoulder and sighed as warm, steady hands roamed over his full hips and flat stomach. The dual sensation of the water hitting him and Jotaro's touch was phenomenal and exciting in a way he couldn't quite explain. One of the hands roamed down to his trimmed pubes and pressed gently against the front of his pussy. The light pressure was enough to make Josuke mewl as his clit was rubbed from the outside. "Jotaro-san." His voice felt foggy and distant amidst the rush of the water, but he knew Jotaro heard it as one of his fingers brushed over the crease of the lips. "Open your legs a little more for me." Jotaro wrapped one of his arms steadyingly around his waist as he slid his feet further out. Jotaro rewarded him with a small kiss to the side of his neck and his finger gently pushing between his wet pussy lips. He couldn’t stop the choked noise that left him as Jotaro’s hot finger pressed firmly against his clit, rubbing it in small circles until it swelled. He had always admired Jotaro’s hands, with the steady sureness they performed every action, so having those same hands work him with such careful, slow precision felt like heaven. “Jotaro-sannn” He sighed, rolling his hips forward encouragingly. He could feel the lips at his neck curl into a smiled as Jotaro pressed into his clit a little more firmly. Josuke gripped Jotaro’s wrist as his mouth hung open, the water filling his mouth and mixing with his saliva before running down his chin. He already felt close. His clit had always been sensitive, but he never finished so quickly. But this was his first time having someone else touch him, and it was with Jotaro, who was so perfect in every way, and the water felt so good, dripping from his wet pubes and running down his sore chest— The shrill sound of the phone ringing made him snap his eyes open and they both looked to the open bathroom door, into the hotel room. He sighed out a moan, bucking his hips a few times into Jotaro’s hand, feeling his climax jerk roughly near its peak. Jotaro placed a soft kiss on his neck again and removed his hands before pulling back the shower curtain. Josuke put a steadying hand against the shower wall and looked desperately at him, his legs shaking and his eyes stinging from the water. Jotaro kissed him briefly on the lips before stepping out, grabbing his towel and wrapping it around himself before leaving the small tiled room. He could see the phone across the room from his spot and watched through the steam as Jotaro answered the phone, looking at the hand that had only just moments before been fucking Josuke. The rush of the water didn’t allow him to hear the conversation, so he settled his back against the shower wall and observed Jotaro. The towel at his waist was comically tented and as Josuke watched him, he put one of his fingers in his mouth. Josuke groaned and brought his own hand between his legs, sliding two fingers into himself and relishing the tight burn of the intrusion. Jotaro was really tasting him, without knowing Josuke was watching him. It was so unbearably hot that Josuke felt he could cum just by seeing it. After a few muffled words, Jotaro put the phone back on the receiver and headed back to the bathroom. When he realized what Josuke was doing, he grabbed his cock through the towel and stroked himself a few times before letting it drop again. “It was your mom.” Josuke let his fingers slide deeper in himself and he groaned, looking hazily at Jotaro. “What did you say?”   Jotaro stepped back into the shower and slid one of his hands down Josuke’s own, feeling the hot junction of where his fingers disappeared inside of his pink folds. “I’m helping you with homework for the night. You’re staying over.” Josuke grinned at him. “You’re a dirty  old man, Jotaro-san.” Jotaro seemed unfazed by the comment, ducking down to lock him into another kiss.     End Notes A big shoutout to @carriejack03 on twitter for the commission!! Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!