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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, 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/Surface, Higashikata_Josuke/Higashikata_Josuke
  Character:
      Higashikata_Josuke, Surface_(Jojo)
  Additional Tags:
      whats_hotter_than_josuke?_two_josukes, selfcest, Dubious_Consent,
      handjobs, Anal_Sex, orgasm_control/denial, Begging, whoo_boy_this_one_is
      a_doozy_of_self-indulgence
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-06-27 Words: 2629
****** Double the Fun ******
by ooglywoogly
Summary
     "Come on... you've masturbated, haven't you? It's the same thing,
     only better. What, are you ashamed about playing with yourself~? I
     promise, I'll keep it between you and me. Well, you and you."
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Josuke looked around the empty locker room, searching for Toshikazu Hazamada.
Koichi was originally going to come with him, but Tamami had convinced him to
stay behind for his own safety, even though Koichi had really wanted to help.
After all, he was very new to the whole Stand thing, and he didn't think that
Echoes would help much in a fight.
After finding Hazamada's locker, Josuke used Crazy Diamond to break it open,
and began to rummage through whatever was inside. Hoping to find the bow and
arrow, he tosses aside the manga volumes and tennis racket that were sitting
there. Noting how much crap this guy keeps in his locker, his eyes land on a
strange wooden object. He grabs and pulls it out to inspect it, jumping a bit
in shock when he discovers that it's attached to an entire wooden humanoid
figure. He takes a step back and instinctively steps into a fighting stance,
preparing for combat with Hazamada's stand, until he realizes that the limp
lifeless doll isn't... actually a stand. He exhales with relief and pokes it to
reassure himself. Right before Josuke turns around to fix the locker door, his
eyes meet the hand of the wooden doll. This time, they're actually hands. Hands
that look strangely familiar, almost like his own. Confused, shocked, and
frightened all in one, Josuke jumps back, and the wood doll inside poofs with
smoke into an exact replica of himself, causing Josuke to take an even farther
step back. It hopped out of the locker, and stood to face Josuke. He felt
weird, looking at himself. The Josuke copy turned its-- his-- head upwards to
look Josuke right in the eyes. Suddenly, he spoke.
"Widget. You've heard of it, right?"
His voice sounded exactly like Josuke's.
"That thing that's in Paman... that copy robot! looks pretty useful... don't
you think that it would be nice having one of those?"
What the hell was this guy talking about?
Surface stood still in front of Josuke, and then lifted his right arm. Josuke's
left arm shot up along with it. So this is the stand power, huh? Puppeting like
a mirror image. It seems he's in specific control of what and when to puppet,
since Josuke didn't mouth or say what Surface had said earlier.
Shit, what was Josuke supposed to do? How could he possibly win in a fight
against someone who could control his movements? He wished Koichi was here.
Surface spoke again, putting his hand on his chin, and putting Josuke's hand on
his chin as well. "Hm... you ain't half bad looking."
Josuke couldn't believe it was his own voice he was hearing say that, shocked
at the sudden mood shift. I mean, sure, he thought of himself as attractive,
but no more than the next self-confident guy.
Surface stepped closer, and so did Josuke. Surface put his hands on Josuke's
shoulders, but Josuke's hands did not follow. Surface leaned in, and looking
Josuke up and down, said:
"Maybe we could have some fun before I kill you off, huh?"
What kind of perverted stand was this!?
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, I don't think so! That's.. that's messed up, man, what the
hell is wrong with you?!" Josuke tried to push Surface away, but before he had
a chance, Surface had shoved him against the lockers. Surface stood with his
arms folded, preventing Josuke from moving.
"Come on... you've masturbated, haven't you? It's the same thing, only better.
What, are you ashamed about playing with yourself~? I promise, I'll keep it
between you and me. Well, you and you."
Josuke's cheeks burned red hot, embarrassed about having something as private
as that brought up, and about having something as weird as this be actually
happening.
Surface put one of his hands around Josuke's waist, and brought the other up to
touch his face. Josuke's hands did the same to Surface.
"Damn, such a pretty thing. You're probably the hottest guy I've ever been.
Love the pompadour. Look at those plump lips... and oh, those eyelashes! And
your eyebrows, your cute nose... your mug is quite the catch. You just need a
little help appreciating it more."
Josuke felt strange caressing his own face, even if agreed that he was pretty
good looking. But he sure didn't need any help appreciating it, at least not
this way. He opened his mouth to protest, but it was quickly met with
Surface's, and he had no choice but to kiss him back.
It felt strange, foreign yet familiar at the same time. Their lips were
perfectly in sync. They kissed each other slowly and softly at first, but
progressed into harder and messier kisses. Josuke stood there frustrated, but
honestly, it wasn't so bad. Not that there was anything he could do about it
anyway. He had tried one more time to move his hands away from Surface, even to
use his fingers to scratch his face, but it was no use- he couldn't budge them.
Surface began to slip his tongue between Josuke's lips, and Josuke's followed.
It was warm and wet, and felt surprisingly good. Still, he wasn't really
comfortable with this, and hoped it was over soon. He's an enemy stand, he
should want to skip the weird kissing and go right to the fighting. Right...?
Surface's hands were removed, as well as Josuke's, and he felt relieved. But
they went straight to his own jacket, and he started to undo his buttons, and
looking up saw that Surface was doing the same. Both began removing their
jackets and dropping them to the floor beside them, and then pulling their
shirts off, carefully, as to avoid messing up their hair. Surface took a step
closer to continue kissing Josuke, placing a hand on his shoulder. Only this
time, his other hand-- and Josuke's-- reached downwards.
"Let's see what you're packing, eh?"
Josuke's hand was forced into his own pants, and his fingers were lazily drawn
over the buldge in his underwear. He had done something like this before, of
course, but never because someone else was doing it for him. "Not bad, not
bad," Surface sang with a smirk, and pulled his hands back out. Grabbing
Josuke's hips, and Josuke grabbing his, he pulled them together. Grinding
softly against each other, each of their lips were placed on the other's necks.
Surface's fingers moved from Josuke's hips around to grab a handful of his ass,
squeezing as he whispered "very nice" into his ear. Josuke, grabbing Surface's
ass, noted that it was, actually, pretty nice. Returning their hands to each
others hips, they continued rolling their hips together. The buldge in their
pants growing larger, Josuke let out a soft moan. He thought it had come from
Surface, but Surface had laughed back at him, murmuring that "you really are
liking this, huh?"
Josuke was embarassed, both because of the current situation he was in, and
because he was forgetting that he still had to control himself where he could.
Surface took one of his hands off, and trailed it down Josuke's shirt into his
underwear, Josuke's following the same way into Surface's. He ran his thumb
around the head of Josuke's dick, and wrapped his fingers around it. Giving
each other light strokes, both boys sighed at the same time.
It suddenly hit Josuke again how weird this all was, and especially how weird
it would be if someone walked in on this. But school was out, and there was no
chance anyone could find them. It... it was basically just masturbation, right?
Nothing wrong with jerking yourself off. If.. that's all this would be, anyway.
As their hands picked up the pace, strokes getting rougher, Surface leaned in
for another kiss. First his lips, then going down his cheek, around his
jawline, down to his neck, and back up again. When his lips had returned to
Josuke's, Josuke realized that it had just been him this time, and that he had
not followed the same pattern along Surface's face. His first impulse was to
kick himself for not using the opportunity to fight back somehow, to bite his
face, to headbutt him. But it was too late, and he told himself that he would
pay more attention. But... it was difficult when he was getting touched like
this. Everything was a little hazy, and his instincts seemed to be going in a
different direction than he wanted.
Surface stopped, and pulled his hands out of Josuke's pants. Josuke almost told
him not to, before realizing how stupid that would be. Both of them knelt down
on the floor, and began to pull their pants and underwear down. Surface shoved
Josuke down, and he fell on his ass, his back hitting the lockers behind him.
"Hey, what the- watch it!" Josuke shouted, voice cracking slightly. Surface
raised one of his hands to interlock his fingers together with Josuke's, his
opposite hand having reached up out of his control to do the same, but he left
the other free. Josuke would have taken the opportunity of having an arm left
uncontrolled to fight back had he not been preoccupied with matters more
pressing, matters specifically concerning his own dick. He was this far in, he
might as well not give up now.
Surface stuck two of his fingers into his own mouth, and upon removing them, a
string of saliva was left between them and his lips.
"It's not much, but hey, not my problem."
"What the hell do you mean by thaAAAH-!" Josuke was cut off by the slow
intrusion of two fingers into his asshole, his surprise making it even worse.
"Jesus, calm down, relax and it won't hurt as bad."
"You better not do what the fuck I think you're about to do," Josuke said
hotly, as Surface's fingers began to pump slowly in and out of him.
It started to hurt, so Josuke did the only thing he could think of, which was
to actually listen to Surface and relax a little bit. It felt strange, but not
bad, especially not when he began to hit inside at exactly the right spot. It
sent shivers up Josuke's spine, enough for a little moan to force itself out of
his lips. But as soon as it had started, it stopped, and Surface withdrew his
fingers. He linked fingers together with Josuke's hand, holding it the same as
with his left, except this time it was under Josuke's knee. He let go of his
left hand to reposition that one under Josuke's other knee, and shifted his
weight on them until he had both of Josuke's legs spread open. Josuke, eyeing
the size of Surface's dick, started to have second thoughts.
"Wait, I don't... I don't think I want to do this. This is gonna hurt!"
Surface leaned in, pressing his cock against Josuke's asshole. "Aw, c'mon,
we're almost there. Suck it up."
With that he slid inside, with some resistance, but inside nonetheless. He
exhaled loudly, and after waiting for a few seconds, began to move slowly in
and out.
It HURT, and Josuke started rethinking the entire situation, his eyes welling
up with tears. "God, this... this is weird, we shouldn't be doing this! Not
here, and... not with myself! No, not myself, a stand! What the fuck? Who are
you?! Why are we doing this?"
Surface had not stopped moving, and began chuckling at Josuke's remarks. "You
only start asking the questions when my dick's in your ass, huh? If I remember,
you were having a fun time back when I was jerking you off."
"That... that's different! You said it's the same as masturbation, but you
can't put your own dick inside yourself, asshole!"
"Then what the fuck am I doing right now?"
Josuke grunted in frustration, and Surface grunted in pleasure. Josuke was
about to try kicking him off with his legs when Surface's dick hit him at the
right angle, and he started seeing stars. "Nn...aahh-!"
"I said I'm not stopping, and it's not like you can stop me anyw-"
"N..no... right there... do it again," he sputtered out, almost not believing
that he'd said it out loud.
"Changed your mind, eh?" Surface smirked, and began to fuck Josuke the same as
he had a second ago. He leaned in to kiss him, although this time there was
much more tongue and much less lips. Surface was squeezing Josuke's hand so
hard, and therefore Josuke to Surface's, that Josuke had started to almost lose
feeling in his fingers. He hardly noticed, as he was losing feeling pretty much
everywhere. He was trying to stop himself from making sounds, but since his
mouth was open from kissing Surface, he had no choice but to let them slip out.
His body was getting warm all over, and he could feel it building up in his
dick. He went to reach down to touch himself before he realized he still had no
control over his hands. Surface noticed him looking down desperately.
"Feeling lonely down there?"
"Shut the fuck up, let go of my hand for a second."
"I don't think so. Can't have you finish before me, then this all would have
been a waste."
Josuke's dick twitched, yearning for any kind of friction. He had never wanted
to touch his own dick so badly in his life. Josuke felt himself getting close
as Surface pounded into him.
"Ah, p... please," Josuke whimpered.
"A little politeness goes a long way, but I'm going to need a little more than
that."
Already feeling embarrassed, Josuke felt he had nothing to lose by embarrassing
himself further, as long as it meant he could get off. "God, please, touch me,
please!"
Surface smiled, removed one of his hands, and hovered it in front of him.
Josuke's hand followed. He let out a sigh of relief. One of Surface's fingers
traced an invisible line in the air, except when Josuke's hand did the same, it
lightly grazed along his dick. It was enough to make him gasp, but nowhere near
enough to give him any sort of real pleasure.
"Don't be a... ah... a tease, dammit."
Surface's fingers began to mime a jerking off motion, where his dick would be,
if it wasn't already inside Josuke. But his fingers were too loose, and
Josuke's fingers weren't touching his own dick- only hovering around it.
Surface continued to fuck Josuke, rolling his hips, his breathing becoming
increasingly heavy and loud.
"Fuck, please, please," Josuke begged, not sure if Surface would even listen.
It was driving him crazy. He was getting lightheaded, he was going to cum soon,
very soon. It felt good, so damn good, but he knew it could be better. "Please,
I'm... I'm gonna...."
Surface's thrusts became harder, more erratic. He leaned in closer to Josuke,
who could feel his ragged breaths against his neck. Finally, finally, he pumped
his hand up and down in the air with his fist just a little bit tighter.
Josuke's hand finally made contact with his dick, and the sensation was enough
to send him completely over the edge. Moans echoed from both of them, and they
came at exactly the same time. Josuke, vision going dim and muscles clenching,
shot strings of cum onto his own chest. Feeling Surface's cum inside him was
strange, but he didn't care. His asshole made a very embarrassing noise when
Surface pulled out, but he didn't care about that either. He felt too good and
too exhausted to care about anything.
They sat there a minute or two in the afterglow, just catching their breath.
Surface kissed Josuke one last time.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?"
End Notes
     why hasnt anyone done a fic like this but with rohan instead of
     josuke
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cock was out
in the open, the cold air making me even harder, and he winked at me in what I
presumed was a seductive manner.
“Just like old times, eh?” the smooth wanker managed to bring up the subject of
our… youthful experimentation, which always turned me on even though I’d been
careful to hide it before that night.
“Get on with it, Hazza,” I quipped, and he looked tempted to shoot some sarky
comment back before getting distracted by my proudly erect cock.
* 
Slightly uncertainly, he leant forwards and kitten-licked the tip then grew in
confidence and began to take as much as possible in his mouth while sucking
hard. I didn’t need to be a connoisseur of blowjobs (and I most definitely
wasn’t) to know that it wasn’t the most refined technique in the world but I
wasn’t about to complain. Just then he looked up at me and our matching green
eyes, darkened to almost black from lust, locked onto each other. In that
moment he looked so willingly helpless as he bobbed his head up and down my
cock, and it was probably the rare feeling of power that the sight gave me
which made me put one of my large, pale hands into his mop of curls and push
his head so that I was more or less fucking his mouth. Small tears leapt to his
eyes when I felt the tip of length hit the back of his throat and for a moment
my fraternal instincts made me want to pull away and comfort him, but before I
could do anything of the sort I felt the familiar white heat in my stomach and
knew there was no way I could stop it now. Anyway, Harry seemed to actually be
enjoying the rough sex from the way he was humming around my dick every time I
thrust forwards, sending vibrations through me that eventually caused me to tip
over the edge and orgasm in his mouth. To my surprise my brother swallowed down
all my cum, grimacing a little at the taste, and even had the cheek to wipe the
back of his hand across his lips after pulling away.
“Not bad, little bro!” He joked and of course I blushed, because when didn’t I?
As he stood up, it hit me that I was still naked from the waist down and Louis
was still in the room, which was a little awkward to say the least. Well, it
was until I looked over at him to see that his own underwear was on the floor
and he was wanking himself off to the sight of me and Harry – after that, it
wasn’t really shocking when the next words out of his mouth were:
“Is it my turn?”
* 
To say that I was excited at the prospect of having sex with Edward was an
understatement – although at first I’d thought that I was only attracted to
Harry, I was beginning to have second thoughts after having watched his
identical twin get sucked off and now I was raring to take my turn. Making my
way over to him, our eyes met and he didn’t even seem surprised when I
simultaneously kissed him for the first (well, second, but dares don’t count,
right?) time and pushed him backwards onto the bed. My hard on rubbed against
his leg, but it was clear enough from my fervoured embraces that I was
exceedingly turned on by all that had happened and soon enough there were
purple bruises along his neck and collar bones.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” I whispered in his ear like a man demented, yet he
simply flushed pink then grinned at me in approval, wrapping his legs around my
waist in anticipation. Unfortunately I had to withdraw from the kiss in order
to do so, and was a little shocked to find the other 17 year old right behind
me, seemingly watching closely in anticipation; deciding to make the most of
this I raised my hand to his lips that I guessed still tasted of his brother
and extended three fingers. “Suck,” I didn’t need to ask twice, but while he
was doing so obediently – for such a usually confident person he seemed to
enjoy domination when it came to sex – I had the opportunity to coat my own
length in saliva while examining the slightly younger twin’s hole, which seemed
more stretched than I’d anticipated. I knew for a fact that he was still a
virgin, but maybe he had finger fucked himself before? The thought was an
undeniable turn on, however I clearly needed to prep him as much as possible
since I had no lube to speak of. Therefore I made sure that my fingers were all
slicked with saliva before I pulled them out of the older twin’s mouth, circled
one around the fluttering muscles and then carefully pressed it in.
* 
At first Edward’s expression was something like confusion, but when I entered
another digit and started to scissor them his face contorted in poorly
disguised discomfort.
“Are you OK?” my instinct was to pull my fingers back out of him, but just then
the tips brushed against his prostate and the moans of pain turned to ones of
pleasure.
“Keep going Lou, please!” How could I refuse? Adding one more finger stretched
him to what seemed to be a reasonable size, however it was with relative
trepidation that I pulled my hand away from his rather perfect arse and
replaced it with my throbbing member. I was horny as fuck by this point but at
the same time I didn’t want to hurt him at all. Despite my fears, the younger
boy didn’t seem to be in any great pain and instead encouraged me to carry on
until all of my cock was inside him; once I was balls deep I paused until he
nodded to show that I could begin. I thrust into him over and over, lost in the
heady lust of the moment while frequent grunts and moans escaped from the mouth
of the boy below me. Meanwhile Harry’s hands were roaming along my bare chest
as he nipped his teeth along the back of my neck - how did he know that was my
most sensitive spot? After a few more bites that almost made me break my
rhythm, they were that pleasurable, the evidently more confident twin moved his
mouth so that his lips were positioned so close to my ear that I could feel his
heavy breathing against my skin.
* 
“How about I fuck you too?” My mouth fell open at the amazingly hot suggestion
and he used the opportunity to raise his fingers from where they were toying
with the skin around my navel and stuck two of them between my lips. For a
moment my jaw remained slack, but then my instincts kicked in and I began to
suck as though my life depended on it. After barely a few seconds I was growing
more desperate than I’d thought was possible, so physically pulled his digits
out of my mouth and down towards my arse.
“For God’s sake just prep me already!” I hissed when he paused with his hand
next my hips that I had to bring to a halt in order to let him press the first
of his fingers inside me. Edward groaned a little when I stopped, but the
pleasure of another long, pale digit entering my tight hole prevented me from
caring. My own mouth began uttering unintelligible noises of pleasure; by the
time three of his fingers were curled inside of me, pressing against my
prostate (how on earth did he know to do that?) I was practically screaming.
* 
“Please fuck me Harry!” Normally I never begged during sex but this was clearly
an exception. Forcing my eyes open I saw that the other 17 year old had craned
his neck round to look at us and was touching himself absent mindedly.
Determined that he shouldn’t feel left out when it was thanks to him that this
whole experience was happening at all, I reached my hand around his rather
lanky body and took hold of his member in order to wank him off, just as his
sibling decided to line himself up with my hole and snap his hips forwards. The
feeling of his whole length inside me, filling me up in a way that I hadn’t
experienced for far too long, was enough to tip me over the edge already: with
a guttural moan I released my seed inside of the younger twin who also finally
came once again in my hand, coating it in the warm, sticky liquid. Only his
brother still had the energy to continue thrusting into me until he also
orgasmed loudly and I was filled up with his hot cum.
*
There was no other way to describe it: I was totally spent. Never before in my
life had I experienced such mind blowing sex, but afterwards it was as though
all the energy had been sucked out of me. As all three of lay there together on
Edward’s bed, exhausted by our frantic sex session, I heard my brother laugh a
little shakily under his breath and turned to see him shaking his head in
bewilderment.
“What?” I asked, frowning at him, however he simply smiled and replied in a
husky voice that I barely recognised.
“Nothing, just look at you being all sweet and loving!” Unsure what he meant, I
glanced down at myself and realised that I was holding Louis (who was turned
towards the other boy with a lazy grin on his face) close to my chest while
stroking my twin’s hand gently. This was not normal behaviour for me at all,
but strangely enough it didn’t really bother me – in fact it was quite nice to
have had sex that ended in cuddles rather than shrugging my clothes back on in
the dark and whispered promises to never tell a soul.
*
“Hey, I can do sweet and loving!” I told him light heartedly before our guest
interrupted.
“Really? Well, I think sweet and loving and really fucking sexy is probably a
good combination!” Poking me gently in the ribs, he put his other arm around my
shoulder and I saw Edward’s face drop although he tried to disguise it with an
obviously fake smile.
“You know…” swallowing, he looked as though what he was trying to say was
killing him but he managed to spit it out anyway. “You two are so cute. You
should probably be together, you know?” He didn’t need to say the words‘without
me’ for us to get his meaning. Glancing at each other, it was as though me and
Louis could read each other’s minds: we both knew instantly that he was putting
a brave face on things, and that there was no way we could break his heart like
that again by agreeing to his statement. Eventually the 18 year old was the one
to speak up.
“No way, Eddie!” When my brother frowned I was quick to explain for the two of
us and as I did so his face appeared to light up more than ever before.
*
“Me and Lou really like each other, Ed, but we both really like you too. Plus
the sex was amazing, and we’re all gay/ bi/ whatever the fuck I am, so…” My
voice tailed off but luckily he seemed to have got the message for he was
grinning like a kid at Christmas.
“You mean we can all be together?” Then he frowned as the unusual nature of the
situation hit him. “Isn’t that a bit weird?”
“Not at all!” reassured Louis, reaching his other arm around my brother’s
shoulders so that we were all curled next to each other on the mattress. “Well,
maybe a bit, but who cares? We can make it work…” And with the sound of his
voice in my ears and the warmth of his body next to mine, I fell asleep with
only a vague thought in my mind that it would be quite difficult to explain our
sleeping arrangements to my parents in the morning.
End Notes
     The Styles twins were my favourite thing ever, ok?
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