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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:
      Higashikata_Josuke/Kujo_Jotaro
  Character:
      Kujo_Jotaro, Higashikata_Josuke_(JoJo:_Diamond_is_Unbreakable)
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, accidental_drugging, Massage, Pining, Hand_Jobs, Aphrodisiacs,
      Icy_Hot_Patch_Mention
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-07 Words: 5861
****** Feel Better ******
by DastardlyDaisy
Summary
     Jotaro hurts his back and Josuke wants to do everything he can to
     help him
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Jotaro was something else altogether. He had an air about him that radiated
silent power, with a physique to match it. Other people noticed it too. Just
walking down the street with the man drew awed stares. Even if Jotaro himself
seemed ignorant to them (maybe he was just used to it) Josuke noticed all too
much and couldn’t help but feel a little delighted that he was friends with
such a guy—not only friends, but his senior in a family standpoint.
Okay, maybe that was stretching it a bit, but it was still a fun thought.
But even if he kinda liked the stares, it was nice to have him to himself for
once. The area of beach they were at was completely deserted right now, nothing
but the sound of gulls and the loud rush of waves breaking. It was an overcast
day with a bit of a bite to the wind so it was no wonder that no one was laying
out on the sand. Well, that and the fact that this beach really didn’t have
sand—it was more like poorly crushed seashell fragments and rocks.
But even as Josuke crunched through the detritus, Jotaro was removing his shoes
and socks.
“Are you getting in the water?” Josuke exclaimed, making his way over to
Jotaro.
Jotaro hummed quietly, his half-assed response hardly audible over the natural
sounds of the beach.
“It’s gotta be freezing, though!” Josuke watched in shock as Jotaro stripped
off his jacket and began rolling up his pant legs, displaying the tanned, hard
muscle of his calves. “And it’s so rocky, you’re gonna get cut or something.”
“I guess it’s a good thing I have you here with me, then.”
Josuke scoffed, even if the thought secretly pleased him. The fact that his
Stand power could protect Jotaro was something he was immensely proud of, even
if he would never say so out loud.
Without another word, Jotaro plodded into the shallow water, the stormy grey of
it’s frothy waves batting against the skin of his bare legs. If it was cold—and
it definitely was—Jotaro didn’t show it.
Josuke scoffed again and took a seat on the rough ground as he watched the man
trundle awkwardly through the water, bent at the waist to see better.
It certainly wasn’t how he expected to spend his afternoon. He had been
building up the courage all week to ask Jotaro to hang out. Besides the few odd
times they ran into each other and the meetings they had with other friendly
Stand users, they never really saw each other. And Josuke wasn’t going to lie
to himself. He definitely had a crush on Jotaro. Silly? Yes. Immoral? Probably.
Never gonna happen? Definitely. But knowing those things didn’t stop the
flutter in his chest every time he saw the man.
Asking him to hang out had been a far stretch to begin with. Josuke had been
100% ready to let it go if it didn’t pull through because after all, Jotaro was
a man. Josuke, despite his looks, really was nothing more than a goofy teen.
Why would someone as cool as Jotaro wanna spend their free time pretty much
babysitting?
And when Jotaro had said he had plans for that afternoon, Josuke was ready to
hang up the phone and be done with it. Even if he had known the chances were
next to none to begin with, it still wounded him that his nagging insecurities
had been right all along. But right as Josuke was sucking in a breath to
stumble out some cheery reply, Jotaro had asked if Josuke would like to
accompany him. Under normal circumstances it would have been embarrassing to
reply as fast as he did, but he was so excited that he practically yelled
“Yes!” in Jotaro’s ear.
He hadn’t known what he had agreed to, but he was head over heels to know that
Jotaro had invited him somewhere—even moreso when he found out it was the
beach.
He had no idea he would be sitting around watching Jotaro look for some
starfish he had seen the other day. It was a bit weird, yeah, but it was better
than sitting at home and playing video games. And at least he was with Jotaro.
“So is this what you usually do with your free time?” Josuke shouted.
Jotaro didn’t bother raising his voice, even with the distance and noise
between them. “Sometimes.”
Josuke hummed to himself, watching as Jotaro clapped a hand on his hat as a
strong ocean breeze threatened to pull it away.
“Do you like oceans and stuff?”
Jotaro leaned forward so that his nose was nearly touching the water, seeming
to spot something before shaking his head and plodding forward slowly. Josuke
knew that the head shake wasn’t pointed at his question. Hell, just looking at
what Jotaro was doing in freezing saltwater was enough of an answer, honestly.
He decided to just be quiet and watch, absently picking up handfuls of the
rocky sand and sifting it through his fingers. He wished he had a camera with
him, or maybe had the art talent of someone like Rohan. The heavy clouds above
them stretched out as far as the eye could see, making the air itself feel
heavy and the water appear dark and sinister.   With the starkness of his black
turtleneck and his white pants, Jotaro seemed so sharply contrasted with his
surroundings, making him seem like the subject of some pretty painting.
That is, until Jotaro’s arms wind milled comically and he landed on his ass in
the water.
“Jotaro-san!” Even if it has been a little funny to watch, Josuke was
completely serious as he hopped up and ran to the water, not bothering to slide
off his shoes or roll up his pants. He helped Jotaro up quickly, though the man
seemed completely capable of doing it himself.
“Jellyfish sting.” Jotaro commented blandly, picking a piece of seaweed from
his water-heavy sweater and tossing it into the water. “It just surprised me.”
“Come on,” Josuke tugged on Jotaro’s arm. “Let’s get to shore so I can look at
it.”
“I’m fine.”
Josuke huffed before shivering, only just now aware of the icy water sloshing
in his shoes. He was going to give up when he saw dark blood dripping from
Jotaro’s hand, the fat drops landing in the water and being washed away by the
lazy waves.
“You’re not fine!” Josuke chastised, grabbing Jotaro’s arm and trying to move
him. “You’re bleeding, Jotaro-san!”
Jotaro looked down and raised his hand to inspect, as if only just now noticing
the injury. “Then fix me up so I can continue.”
Josuke felt like a mother chastising a stubborn child. “I’m not gonna fix
anythingup until you get out. You’re lips are turning blue, for christ’s sake.”
Jotaro was soaked to the bone, his shirt clinging even moreso to his chest than
normal, his nipples sharply pressing against the fabric. And his pants—Josuke
swallowed and tried to keep his eyes from wandering down, but the small glimpse
he did take revealed the white fabric now being near transparent and showing
the skin of Jotaro’s firm thigh muscles. Jotaro touched his lips, which had
indeed taken on the lightest blue tint.
Josuke pulled at him again and Jotaro finally conceded, the two of them taking
unsteady steps from the water. They made their way over to Jotaro’s jacket and
shoes and sat in the rocky sand, Josuke situating himself in front of the man,
his Stand already out and ready to fix him up.
Josuke took Jotaro’s hand and found the gash, not long but very obviously deep
and still steadily dribbling blood. Crazy Diamond gently touched the wound and
the sliced skin closed up neatly, a few small pebbles falling from the cut
before closing altogether.
“Thank you.”
Josuke looked up at Jotaro as his Stand shimmered away. “Does it feel better?”
“Yeah.”
It took a lot of effort to keep a happy smile from spreading across his face.
“I’m glad.” He sobered up and looked at Jotaro’s feet, trying to see the sting.
“I don’t think Crazy Diamond can fix your jellyfish problem though, since
nothing’s broken…”
Jotaro moved his foot to the side and they both looked at the red, angry area.
It definitely didn’t look like it felt good, his ankle was all swollen and
puffy.
“It’ll be better by tomorrow.” Jotaro said matter of factly, turning his
attention away from his ankle to begin stripping off his shirt.
“I-is there anything I can do to help?” Josuke stuttered, looking away as
Jotaro’s pale, toned stomach came into view. “I saw somewhere that if you, um—“
“You’re not pissing on my foot, if that’s where you’re going with this.”
Josuke snapped his mouth shut.
He heard the wet slap of Jotaro’s shirt hitting the ground and felt his face go
red. He had every intention of keeping his eyes to himself but when Jotaro
stood his gaze was drawn to him, which was both a blessing and a curse. On one
hand, to see Jotaro towering over him, his pecs wet and full and his nipples
dark and so damn hard….seeing his stomach moving lightly with his breathing,
seeing those cold blue eyes staring down at him...it was a sight straight out
of Josuke’s wet dreams. But on the other hand, Josuke’s eyes couldn’t help to
venture down and notice that he was level with Jotaro’s crotch, and the
transparent white pants were showing him the outline of the man’s prick,
surrounded by a dark mass that he could only assume were the man’s pubes.
Jotaro wasn’t wearing underwear.
In any other situation, it would have been great masturbation fodder to file
away. But being so close to it, so close he could see the outline of the thick
head, it made him let out a shaky gasp and completely freeze.  Being the horny
little teen that he was, the sight went straight to his cock. He couldn’t
remember ever getting so hard so fast.
It couldn’t have lasted any more than 2 seconds, but the amount of scenarios
that flew through Josuke’s mind were dizzying. He hardly realized when Jotaro
moved away to grab his coat from the ground and shrug it on until the man
spoke.
“You can borrow my shoes.”
Josuke hopped up and made a declining gesture. “N-nah, that’s ok, really—“
Jotaro had buttoned up his coat and now was turned away from Josuke, bending at
the waist. “It’s my fault yours are all wet. Go ahead and put them on.” Jotaro
straightened up, holding his sopping wet pants in his hands.
Dear lord.
Jotaro was completely naked, save for his long coat.
Josuke would have insisted that he didn’t want them again if his throat hadn’t
seemed to collapse in on itself. With jerky movements he went to Jotaro’s shoes
and stripped his own off.
Naked, naked, Jotaro is buck ass naked right now—
Josuke slipped the shoes on, noting that they were a bit bigger than his own.
He’s probably so cold, I wish I could open his coat and press myself against
him—
He balled up his socks and stuck them in his wet shoes before standing, two
fingers hooked in the back of them.
He’d taste like sea water, and I’d rub myself against him to make him warm—
“You ready to go?”
Josuke nodded, looking out into the water to keep his eyes off of Jotaro. If
only he weren’t such a damned coward, maybe he really could do something like
that. But he knew that he’d never have the balls to make the first move.
 
~
 
Jotaro was stubborn. Josuke had called him the next morning, asking if the
sting was any better. When Jotaro said it was just fine Josuke, seeing another
opportunity to hang out with the man, said they should go back to the beach.
Today was already so much warmer and sunnier than yesterday, and he knew a
place where the sand was a lot better.
Jotaro had shot down the idea with a sigh though, and Josuke felt himself
deflate. Evidently the man was sore from yesterday, he had pulled some muscle
in his back so he was spending the day in bed.
The news worried Josuke, and he told the man he needed to go see a doctor.
Jotaro had flatly declined. But you need medicine, Josuke had insisted, but
Jotaro seemed wholly against it.
When he hung up the phone, Josuke felt worry gnawing in the pit of his stomach.
Jotaro was just so damned stubborn. If he hadn’t noticed the deep gash at
first, just how bad would his back have to be in order for him to take bed rest
for a day?
Josuke made up his mind to get something to help ease Jotaro’s pain.
Okuyasu had told him about the guy, one of Keicho’s old friends. He was
technically a drug dealer, but Okuyasu said that he was friendly. He had
evidently supplied Okuyasu with good pain medicine on multiple occasions.
Josuke only had to see the cloudy look in his friend’s eyes to know why he had
needed them, and why he hadn’t needed them since Keicho died.
Okuyasu had called the student and set up a meeting for Josuke. It was nerve
wracking walking to the little alley beside the ice cream shop, but when he saw
the person he was supposed to meet he felt a little better about the situation.
Jolly and round, the guy had a huge smile and greeted him like an old friend.
“Josuke-kun!”
Josuke smiled awkwardly and gave a polite bow, which was quickly pulled into a
hug by the older boy.
When they parted, the boy patted his hanging stomach warmly and looked Josuke
over. “Oku-chan told me you had a little problem, yeah?”
“Y-yes.” Josuke fought the urge to look around himself, knowing it would look
suspicious as hell.
“You need to get someone to relax a little, right?”
Josuke had told Okuyasu that he needed muscle relaxers, it seemed he had
already conveyed it to the guy. “Yes please.”
The teen patted his stomach again before sliding his hand in his pocket and
pulling out a small ziplock baggie, much like what a spare button would be put
in on a new garment. He quickly put it in Josuke’s palm and gave him a wink.
“You give your girl this and she’ll be feeling real good in no time, if you
know what I mean.”
“I-I’m not sure I do.”
He laughed heartily at that, and Josuke awkwardly laughed with him. He looked
briefly at the little baggie, seeing two little blue pills, before tucking it
hastily into his pants pocket.
“How much--?”
“For a friend of little Oku? I’ll let you have em for free!” He winked happily
again. “At least for the first time.”
Josuke bowed again, thanked him, and made a hasty retreat.
He wanted to get these to Jotaro as soon as he could.
 
~
 
He moved the shopping bag to his other hand before knocking.
“Jotaro-san, it’s me.”
He knew Jotaro might be trying to get up right now and didn’t want to
inconvenience him so he tried the doorknob and found that it was unlocked. It
was a good thing he decided to be a little bold, because Jotaro was halfway
from his bed, sitting up with a grimace and one leg off the mattress.
“Ah, Lay down, it’s just me!” Josuke put the bag down and rushed over to him to
help him get situated again, but Jotaro batted him away.
“I’m fine.”
Josuke sucked his teeth but put his hands up to show that he wouldn’t mess with
him. “I never said you weren’t.”
He tutted lightly and felt the initial rush of adrenaline die down somewhat,
only to have it spike up immediately as he looked over Jotaro, clad in one of
the fluffy white hotel robes, a sliver of his chest visible.
Was he wearing anything under that thing?
Jotaro snorted out a rare laugh, drawing Josuke from his thoughts. “Smartass.”
He eased himself back against the propped pillow so that he was reclining. “You
didn’t have to go out of your way.”
Josuke waved his hands in front of himself. “It was no trouble, honestly. I had
nothing better to do.” He made his way back to the doorway and snatched the bag
from the ground. “I just wanted to check on you and bring you a few things.”
“Thank you.”
Josuke blushed and distracted himself with rifling through the bag. “Let’s
see…I got you some apple juice because I know when I’m sick I really like it.”
He looked up at Jotaro and added quickly, “Not that you’re sick. It’s just, you
know, since you’re stuck in bed, kinda like when you’re sick—“
“I love apple juice.”
Josuke could feel the blush on his cheeks deepen. “Ah, y-yeah, me too. I’m
glad.” He shook his head, as if trying to dislodge his jitters. Hopefully
Jotaro didn’t notice that his hands were trembling. “Um, I brought you some icy
hot patches—they help with sore muscles and stuff, they’re really awesome….and
uh, I rented you some movies, since you’re kinda stuck here all day. I didn’t
know what kinds you liked, so I just got a bunch of different things.”
“That was very thoughtful of you, Josuke.”
“I, um…” Josuke could see the last thing near the bottom of the bag, his skin
prickling with how fast and hot it was heating up. “Got…” He felt like a weirdo
now, the other things he brought were already sufficient, but when he had been
at the store and seen the last thing, it had seemed like a good idea.
He breathed in deeply and let his words out on a quick rush. “I got baby oil in
case you wanted a massage!”
Jotaro’s eyes widened minutely before settling back into a neutral expression,
though Josuke could hear a hint of amusement in his voice. “Well, you certainly
thought of everything.”
“I just—“ Josuke set the bag on the little table, next to the phone. “I just
want you to get better, is all.”
“I told you, it really isn’t that bad.”
Josuke poked around the minifridge and found a sleeve of disposable cups. He
plucked one free and opened the fridge, grateful for the cool air it blew on
his burning face. “I know you did. But I still wanna help as best as I can, I
guess.” Not to mention you’re a stubborn liar, Josuke wanted to add as he put
some ice in the cup. You’re definitely more hurt than you’re letting on.   
He closed the fridge with the side of his shoe and made his way back to the
table, pulling the apple juice from the bag. He made sure his back was to
Jotaro as he worked quickly, his shaking hands making it difficult to pop the
small pills open and pour them in. He pocketed the empty capsules and poured
the juice, making sure it hit the powder and dissolved it.
There was the smallest thread of guilt in his stomach, but he tamped it down
swiftly, knowing he was doing this completely with Jotaro’s well being in mind.
He twirled the golden contents around a few times, the ice tinkling clunkily
against the styrofoam. He put on a big smile and turned back to Jotaro, walking
across the room to the bed. “Here you go, Jotaro-san.”
Jotaro grimaced as he scooted up a bit more to take the cup, but he had a
playful glimmer in his eyes. “I should take bed rest more often if you’re gonna
dote on me like this.”
Josuke nearly let out a squeak at the seemingly flirtatious words. But of
course they weren’t flirtatious, Jotaro wouldn’t flirt with him…It was probably
just him reading too much into it.
Jotaro downed nearly half the cup in a few deep swallows and Josuke allowed
himself a silent moment of victory. Tomorrow Jotaro would wake up feeling
fantastic, not knowing it was all thanks to Josuke.
Jotaro wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and tried to sit the cup on
the night table but he let out a small pained grunt as he leaned over. Josuke
flew to his side and plucked the cup from his fingers to do it for him.
“Don’t overdo it, Jotaro-san.”
“Josuke.”
Josuke absently wiped the hot sweat that had collected in the crease of his
palm on his pants as he looked down at the man. “Yeah?”
“Were you serious about giving me a back rub?”
His heart had been beating a little too fast since he entered the hotel room,
but now it kicked into high gear.
“A-absolutely!”
Jotaro hummed and scratched the back of his hand absently. “I don’t want to be
a bother, but I think something like that would help.”
Josuke nearly stumbled over his own feet in his rush to retrieve the baby oil.
“It’s no problem, for real!” He quickly grabbed the oil from the bag and nearly
tripped again in his hurry to help Jotaro, whose face was scrunched in pain as
he struggled to sit up. “J-just take it easy, Jotaro-san.” Josuke said,
supporting Jotaro’s back with his arm. “I’m here to help in any way I can.”
Jotaro blew a steadying breath from his nose. “Will you, ah, help me get this
off my arms?” He stiffly pulled the robe tie around his waist free to make it
easier.
Josuke swallowed hard and nodded, the voice in his head having no other
thoughts but AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!
With sweaty hands, he tugged at the sleeve closest to him as Jotaro pulled his
arm out slowly. As soon as that one was free Josuke pulled the sleeve away,
thinking he was going to remove the whole robe but was instead greeted by the
sight of Jotaro’s soft cock resting against his hairy balls.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
Jotaro pulled the loose robe over his groin, swiftly but without embarrassment.
“S-sorry, oh my god.” Josuke stammered, hiding his face in his hands even
though Jotaro was already covered.
“Don’t worry about it.”
Josuke nodded and let his hands drag down his face before steeling himself to
lean forward and help Jotaro with his other sleeve.
Helping Jotaro onto his stomach was an ordeal. The man could do it himself, but
he was slow to move, giving Josuke plenty of time to appreciate the hot, hard
muscles on his stomach as he offered a steadying hand.
By the time Jotaro was stretched out, his arms wrapped around a pillow, Josuke
was almost embarrassingly erect. He stood by the side of the bed, making sure
to stay out of Jotaro’s line of sight as he allowed himself to appreciate the
sexy curve of his tanned back and the roundness of his ass, visible even
through the robe draped over it.
He was going to die doing this, he just knew it. But damn, what a way to die.
“Josuke?”
“Y-yeah! Um, sorry I was uh, distracted for a sec.” He climbed onto the bed and
thought briefly before taking his school jacket off. He didn’t want to get oil
on the sleeves. He scooted closer to Jotaro as he grabbed the baby oil. “Okay,
I’ll just—“ He snapped the lid open and hovered the bottle over Jotaro’s back
before squeezing it gently and letting the viscous fluid roll down his spine,
watching it pool in the dip of his lower back.
He didn’t know how much he needed but he figured that was good enough and
closed the bottle before setting it to the side. With trembling hands, he
reached out and awkwardly began coating Jotaro’s back, shivering at getting to
touch his crush so intimately.
“It’ll probably be easier if you’re on top of me.”
“Y-yeah, that makes sense.”
The screaming began anew in his head as he carefully climbed on top of Jotaro
and settled his weight lightly on his ass. The view was even better like
this—the thought that this is what he would see if they were having sex made it
almost impossible for him to move, so enamored by the fantasy that he was.
After a few seconds of indulgence, Josuke finally got to work, rubbing the oily
planes of Jotaro’s back some more. He let his fingers press into the hard nubs
of his spine, loving the way his fingers slipped over Jotaro’s healthy skin.
When he pressed into the lower back Jotaro tensed and let out a soft grunt. So
that’s where it hurt. Josuke worked his hands back up, grabbing the hard
muscles on his shoulders and kneading them with steady pressure. He would work
his way down to the problem area, to let Jotaro adjust and relax to the idea.
God, his cock was so hard. He let his weight settle more comfortably on
Jotaro’s ass, holding back a whine as his tight balls were pressed into the
soft mound of muscle. He released the lax muscles and moved his hands down, his
eyes focusing on Jotaro’s birthmark—the same birthmark that he himself had. The
little star probably should have made him guilty. After all, what clearer
testament to the wrongness of his crush would there be? But instead of feeling
bad, it excited him. That little star was a symbol of their bloodline, and
without their shared blood, Josuke would have never met the man. He wanted to
lean down and kiss it, as if saying thank you for bringing Jotaro-san to me.
Instead, Josuke worked the skin around it, happy to find a small tense knot
there to give him an excuse to lavish the birthmark in attention. Jotaro
groaned and his shoulders rolled a bit as Josuke worked the area.
“D-does it feel good?”
“Mm hmm.”
Josuke gave the area another slippery squeeze and Jotaro made that sweet noise
again. He allowed his hips to curl forward just the slightest in a phantom
thrust, a little action that could easily be taken as him readjusting himself.
He moved his hands down Jotaro’s hot skin, ready to find a new area to knead,
but the light touch made Jotaro keen again. Even if the noise made his now
precum-sticky cock jolt, he was quick to go into panic mode.
“Ah—are you hurting more? Was I too rough?”
“No,” Jotaro breathed, his words slightly muffled by the pillow he was clinging
to. “Your touch just…feels good.”
Josuke’s eyes went wide and his hands hesitated briefly before dragging slowly
and firmly down Jotaro’s toned back. This time Jotaro sighed heavily, but
Josuke could feel the man’s ass clench and tremble underneath him. He pulled
his hands away quickly, as if he had been burned. “Jotaro-san,” Josuke huffed.
“Don’t lie to make me feel better. I hurt you, didn’t I?”
“I’m not. Just…keep going.”
Josuke hesitated for no more than a handful of seconds but it was enough to
make Jotaro groan in aggravation. Before he could do anything a large body was
pressing against his back. He yipped in surprise but saw the large purple hands
sneaking around his arms. Jotaro had called out his Stand.
Star Platinum’s strong hands clasped around his own and forced them to press
down and slide down Jotaro’s back, making both of them gasp in unison. He could
feel Jotaro’s ass clench again but this time it was accompanied by a rough
grind of Star Platinum’s hips into Josuke’s lower back, and he noted with a
jolt that there was something large and distinctly hard rubbing against him.
“J-Jotaro… Jotaro-sannn—“ He couldn’t help but let out a winded whine as the
force of the slow grind made his balls drag along Jotaro’s ass.
“I’m sorry,” Jotaro gasped, even as Star Platinum forced Josuke’s hands onto
the bed and pushed him forward so that Josuke’s chest was pressed against the
man’s back, the baby oil quickly soaking through his thin tank top.
Josuke was effectively sandwiched between Jotaro and his Stand, reduced to a
whining mess as Star Platinum began to rut against him with small and eager
movements. Jotaro seemed in no better of a state though he tried to muffle his
pants and groans of pleasure against the pillow in front of him.
“Jotaro-san, ahh--! J-Jotaro—“
Jotaro’s arms came around in an awkward backwards embrace and desperately
touched everything he could of Josuke’s in such a position.
“I’m sorry,” Jotaro breathed hoarsely, “I’m so s-sorry Josuke, fuck—“
Josuke had never heard Jotaro’s voice so full of emotion, quavering and thick.
Just the sound of it was enough to tumble Josuke over the edge of orgasm, a
short and scratchy shout bubbling from his throat as he shot hot cum messily
into his underwear.
The next thing he knew, he was on his back on the bed. Josuke sat up,
disoriented at the sudden scenery change to see Jotaro next to him, sitting up
and clutching the robe at his waist, his large chest heaving and his eyes in a
heated daze.
“Josuke, I—“ His hands tightened against the soft fluffy robe, the muscles in
his arms jumping and twitching. “I don’t know what came over me, I’m really
sorry.”
He had no idea what had sparked this sudden lust in Jotaro, but damned if he
wasn’t going to take full advantage of the situation.
“Can I touch you some more?” He asked, his voice a shaky whisper.
Jotaro’s fuzzy half-lidded eyes came up to look at him, full of so much desire
that Josuke could already feel heat building in his stomach again. He almost
looked pained with the way his brow was furrowed and his mouth was pulled in a
loose frown.
The man didn’t respond but as Josuke scooted closer he removed his hands slowly
from the robe, as if silently urging the teen to continue.
Josuke didn’t go to pull off the robe though, instead he brought his hands
timidly to Jotaro’s chest, letting them run up the curve of his ribs before
settling on the tight mounds of muscle, the nipples hard and pressing into his
palms. Jotaro sighed heavily from his nose and closed his eyes as his head
lulled to the side, as if the small touch eased him.
Emboldened, Josuke got back on top of Jotaro, their groins pressed against each
other. He nervously rutted against him a few times, his cock still swollen and
overly sensitive from just orgasming but still twitching excitedly at the
action, especially when Jotaro moaned appreciatively at the small friction. He
groped Jotaro’s breasts will unskilled movements, loving the way that he could
feel the muscles flex and tremble against his sweaty palms.
“J-Josuke,” Jotaro’s eyes cracked open and Josuke saw with a cold thrill that
there were tears threatening to spill from his glassy blue eyes. “More,
please—“
“You want me to touch you more?” Josuke’s voice was thick and low with
excitement and nerves. He trailed his hands down, shivering at the way Jotaro’s
abs tightened as he brushed over them to rest on his hips. He moved himself
down so he was sitting on the man’s thighs, letting his fingers pull the robe
down just enough that Jotaro’s dark pubes were visible. God, he could see
Jotaro’s cock jerking under the fabric, thick and eager for more. “You want me
to touch you here?”
Jotaro moaned at just the words and his cock gave another rough jump. “Fuck,
please Josuke—“ The tears clouding his eyes finally broke free in two wet paths
down his tanned cheeks, “Suck me, Josuke. Let me—Let me fuck your mouth,”
Josuke watched in stunned silence as Jotaro writhed weakly on the bed before
panting, “N-no, kiss me instead. And, aaah, rub our cocks together.” The man
looked desperately at Josuke as the teen made no move. “Or fuck me, is that
what you want? Fill me with your cum, fuck me hard—“
“J-Jotaro-san,” Josuke leaned forward so his hands were on either side of
Jotaro’s head. He had no idea why this switch had suddenly been turned on in
his nephew but it was making all of his senses short circuit—having all of his
wildest fantasies assault him all at once was enough to make him feel drunk. “I
can’t do all of that at once,” He let out a small laugh, his jitters subsiding
somewhat. “What do you want?”
“I wantyou.” Jotaro grabbed the back of Josuke’s neck and forced him down so
they were a few mere centimeters apart. “I need you.”
Before Josuke could retort Jotaro smashed their lips together in a sloppily
heated kiss. Josuke had never tongue kissed before and had no idea what he was
doing, but every little whimper and suck he gave made Jotaro moan loudly in
gratitude.
High on the positive reception, Josuke reached between them and clumsily jacked
Jotaro off through the fabric of the robe, surprised when the man bit his
bottom lip and let out something like a pained growl. He had no idea Jotaro had
such a desperate side to him, he had always imagined him to be calm and stoic
in bed, but he definitely didn’t mind being completely wrong.
“Jotaro-san,” Josuke finally let his hand slip under the robe to touch Jotaro’s
bare cock, so much hotter and thicker than he could have ever dreamed, “I’ve
nngh—I’ve liked you for a long time.” Feeling the way Jotaro’s foreskin moved
along his shaft and the way it pulsed in his hand was like heaven. “I’ve wanted
to touch you like this…”
“Josuke,” Jotaro said the name with such sweet gruffness that Josuke’s heart
swelled with emotion.
They locked into another kiss and with a handful of breathy whines Jotaro was
spilling hot semen between them. Josuke pumped his jumping cock through it,
feeling another orgasm of his own not far off.
He rubbed himself tentatively against Jotaro’s thigh as he watched a thread of
control return to Jotaro’s disposition as he came down from his high, though
there was still a distinct underlying heat that never quite left his
expression.
“Josuke.”
Even his voice sounded more composed now, though he couldn’t miss the light
quiver at the end.
“…Yeah?”
“Call your mom.” His immediate thought was that he had done something wrong,
but the worry was short lived as Jotaro continued. “Tell her you’ll be spending
the night at my place.”
“A-are you serious?” Josuke leaned up, even in his surprise able to appreciate
the sight of Jotaro in his post-orgasm beauty, his skin sweaty and cum
splattered on his stomach.
“Do you not want to stay?”
“Fuck yeah I do.”
Jotaro’s eyes lit up in amusement at his quick and crude answer. “Then hurry
up.”
Josuke scrambled out of bed so fast that he nearly fell on his face.
 
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