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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:
      Giorno_Giovanna/Higashikata_Josuke
  Character:
      Giorno_Giovanna, Higashikata_Josuke
  Additional Tags:
      READ_THE_TAGS_BEFORE_OPENING, Shota, Extremely_Underage, Possible
      ableism, slow_burn_(kind_of), Pseudo-Incest
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      Published: 2016-12-17 Words: 7642
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by Anonymous
Summary
     A little Josuke goes on a trip and finds someone like any other he
     had met.
Notes
     BEFORE YOU READ THE FIC
     This fic is explicit and extremely underage, it involves one 6 year
     old and one 4 year old
     If you are uncomfortable with the theme, please do not read further
See the end of the work for more notes
Morioh had never been a particularly chaotic town, it had both the commodities
of the modern life and the quiet of a provincial town, the perfect place to
live where no matter how you could live day by day with little trouble and
everyone was a familiar face by some weird connections between friends.
Unfortunately, with the provincial quiet it also brought its venomous
stereotypes and prejudices that ended up weighing on Josuke’s shoulders; the
kids weren’t all particularly mean, nor their parents were cold toward his mom
Tomoko, but sometimes they still isolated him and whispered nasty things. They
didn’t insult nor they pulled his hair, but sometimes they mumbled «Well, no
one knows who your dad is, that must mean your mom isn’t a really good person».
Everyone had a mother and a father but him, he lived with his mother and his
pop but he had no idea who his father was, no one but Tomoko had. From time to
time, he used to ask about him, who was this mysterious man who had won his
mom’s heart just to leave her alone to take care of a baby, but he has soon
learnt not to ask anything, and after a while, he convinced himself that it
really wasn’t worth to know him, he was the bad guy, not Tomoko, no matter what
the other people said. What little he knew was his name and that he wasn’t
exactly young, but surely handsome, but his aspect wasn’t something that
interested Josuke that much, maybe the only detail that might have been
interesting to him was knowing if he had the same dark star on the shoulder
Josuke bore on his own.
But in the end, life in Moriou was simple enough, not too stressing and not too
lonely. It was a nice life, perfect for a kid.
The fields bathed in the sunrise light were like a sea of dirty gold beyond the
train’s window, while the sky behind him was still a deep blue and the one in
front of him was getting lighter and then watered into light purple and pinks
tinting the few clouds still dotting the horizon. The sun itself was a shining
orange ball looming above it and Josuke was liking looking at the shiny ball in
the sky and then close his eyes really tight and see weird floating spots, but
other than that the journey only promised boredom. His mother was napping next
to him, like other people sitting with them, while others were already awake
like him, he could see a middle-aged man read a newspaper, and it felt lonely
to be the only kid.
«We’re going to see some friends of mine» Tomoko had said a couple days before
«But grandpa’s off for summer vacation, and I thought it would be nice if you
came with me in Tokyo, we could stay by one of my friends if you like». Josuke
didn’t really have any word in the matter, but then again it’s not like he
didn’t want to avoid it, he had only ever known Morioh and city S and going to
Tokyo sounded like a dream coming true, although he was going to be all alone
among many women of her mother’s age talking about women stuff that he didn’t
get and that he really didn’t want to get anyway, he was a six-year-old boy
after all and his worst worry was whether he could get back home in time to see
his favourite anime.
Tomoko woke up and stretched her arms and neck with a small yawn and looked at
him. «Hey sweetie, are you awake?» she said, and patted his head. He pushed her
hand off to get his hair back as he wanted in a simple imitation of a pompadour
and said «No, mom, don’t touch my hair! And yeah, I’m awake, I can’t sleep».
«Don’t you feel tired?».
«Nah, I’m good».
Tomoko smiled and relaxed on the chair. «You’re excited, aren’t you?».
«Kinda, I’ve never been to Tokyo… how long does it take?».
«It should be one more hour to Ueno, then we have to take another train».
«Just one hour?! But we’ve been on the train for… half an hour. Is the
Shinkansen really that fast?».
They’ve taken it from city S after a short bus trip, and Josuke had found it
much more comfortable that he thought, he’d never taken a train before. There
were a couple of stations, with people leaving the train, but mostly going on
it and filling almost all of the seats, mostly young college students and other
workers, and then there was him and his mother, he felt quite out of place. The
train still couldn’t arrive in Tokyo, the very last bit of the railway wasn’t
yet completely done, so as Tomoko had said they had to walk out of the train at
the last station, Ueno, and take another train for the Tokyo Central Station,
but that one was much, much more crowded than the Shinkansen, almost
suffocating, and no one really bothered to leave a place at least for Josuke,
but then again there were so many people and so little time until they were
finally in Tokyo that it was better not to bother all those people for a seat.
But it was oppressive nonetheless, and Josuke at first sighed in relief when
they finally all gotten off the train and everyone walked in all the
directions. The station was gigantic, the tens of railroads seemed to never
end, and the station itself was gigantic, filled with shops and people, so many
people, Josuke had never been scared of big crowds until that moment. In Morioh
there were some occasions of everyone gathering in the same place, usually the
matsuri  held by the local temple with people running to grab the  dashi  idol
or at least touch it, screaming and pushing around like they were in a metal
concert, and filling themselves with food at the rhythm of energetic drums, and
that was one of Josuke’s favourite moments, when he could get into his kimono
and grab all of the takoyaki and brittle he wanted until his stomach hurt;
however, that crowd wasn’t at all friendly, they all went to work or to study
and no one spoke to each other, no one smiled. He held his mother’s hand tight,
and she held it back.
«I know, it’s always overwhelming the first time». His mother led him outside,
to just a more chaotic crowd moving wherever, cars and buses going their wave
and the pedestrians walking in mass like a herd…
A couple of women waved at them and Tomoko, surely without wanting it, pulled
Josuke as she walked towards them and calling «Sayaka! Kyouko!». Josuke didn’t
really get what they told each other, but they seemed to be close friends,
talking about how they looked good and if they were doing ok, and then one of
the women looked at Josuke and said in a sweet voice «And you must be  Jojo ,
right? Pleased to meet you».
«It’s Josuke...».
«Really? Tomoko, I thought it was Jojo».
«Of course it’s Josuke, since when that kanji is also read “jo”, Sayaka?».
They both seemed nice people, cheerful and friendly, and Tomoko clearly felt at
ease with them. They weren’t married, Josuke understood that much, nor they had
any kids, but Kyouko dominated all conversation at the table they got in a café
drinking tea and a chocolate brioche for Josuke, talking about her boyfriend,
talking  bad  about her boyfriend, how he was lazy and unpleasant. He wondered
why hadn’t she left him yet, since she didn’t like him…
«Are you done, Kyouko? The world doesn't revolve around you, you know».
«Ah, sorry sorry! I got carried away… I must be boring you with all this talk
about my love misadventures, Tomoko».
«No, it’s alright, at least you have new juicy stories, while I’m here with
doors closed because let’s be honest, who would date a single mother who got
pregnant overseas with someone no one knows?».
Josuke wished he didn’t hear that. There were times, especially at night when
he was supposed to sleep and instead he went to spy on what his mom and his pop
said, when he heard Tomoko cry her stress away, and sobbed that she felt alone
against a world that didn’t love not want her child and her. She deserved
someone next to her, that didn’t mind her mistakes and worked with her for a
better life…
«Well, apparently, someone like that exist, Kimiko’s gonna get married next
autumn and she’s still got her Haruno to deal with».
Tomoko was about to take another sip of her tea, but she stopped and raised an
eyebrow. «Kimiko’s got a child herself?».
With his eyes Josuke spied Sayaka in front of him losing the smile that up
until then had shone on her face, and with a quieter voice explained «She
hasn’t told many people, we know it just because Mahiru and Chisa told us. It
happened two years after your incident in America, when she dropped out of
college to pursue her photography career and went to Egypt… no one knows what
happened there. Then she came back and at first she was her usual self, being a
party girl, you know how she is...».
Tomoko whispered «I didn’t know about it. I hope the kid is alright, it’s
dangerous to drink when you’re pregnant, I even quit smoking for Josuke, not
that it ever was a real vice, you know me...».
«Well… Haruno’s weird» Kyouko chimed in «Kimiko never got around to make a good
check on him, but he doesn’t talk, like at all, and interact very little, like
he’s autistic or something, he doesn’t even any friends, but that’s because
Kimiko hasn’t brought him to nursery school, I’ve told her-».
«What’s autistic?».
The three women all looked at each other with apprehension. Tomoko turned her
head toward Josuke and gently explained «Some kids are born different,
sometimes people don’t like them because they act weird and call them stupid,
but you don’t call them like that, it’s bad».
«People say I’m weird, so it’s ok… do you think I can be friends with Haruno?».
At first, no one answered. It was Sayaka the one who first answered «Of course
you can! Haruno will love it, he’s a nice kid», but even with all the
reassurance, he could feel the atmosphere had grown heavier, even if they did
everything to hide the very fact something gloomy had happened and instead
cheered him up.
«Is Kimiko coming, by the way?».
«’course, she wouldn’t pass an occasion to drink alcohol, but I hope she holds
herself and doesn’t do anything stupid, especially if she brings Haruno, he’s
already gonna be scared...».
Josuke felt little, more than ever he felt how insignificant with adults
talking about adult things and being uncomfortable with explaining him most
things. But it didn’t last long, once Sayaka started to cover him in questions
about the school that he’d just started and how life in Morioh was; sure, she
could have asked Tomoko, but it was clear she had immediately liked him and
wanted him to be at ease in a city too big for him.
From time to time he felt his eyes close and his head really heavy, after all
he had slept less than usual, but he did his best to stay focused, but it
wasn’t easy. He would have easily dozed off as sometimes happened when Tomoko
or his pop had to bring him around Morioh for their errands, but all the
confusion made him dizzy instead and he feared he would have easily lost sight
of his mother if he got distracted for just one second, growing more impatient
and began to ask «Is it lunchtime yet?» more often as time passed and more
people started showing up, more of his mother’s old high school and college
classmates, and while he had never been a particularly narcissistic kid, he was
upset that no one was giving him a look, or perhaps he was just very bored,
since the women all were interested in him and tried to entertain him. He
wished he could enjoy it more, but he really didn’t get what they were
discussing.
When it was finally lunchtime, they dragged him deeper and deeper into Tokyo,
where the cars were even more noisy and the people walking even more like a
silent mob toward somewhere, maybe nowhere, Josuke had no idea, but most of
them, mostly teenagers he noticed, walked in the same direction as him, toward
a tall palace with the number 109 towering over everyone on the other side of
the square. He’s heard about it once or twice, but never understood what it was
exactly, only that it had many shops, perhaps it was a mall? But if that was
it, why was it so big? Why was everything in Tokyo so big, the stations, the
crowd, the skyscrapers? He thought he was going to have the time of his life,
but instead he only felt more and more like an ant.
There were many people standing in front of the tall 109 building, and one of
them among the other seemed to stick out; Josuke couldn’t get why specifically
those two people caught his attention, although it was obvious, the group was
heading toward them after all and the woman with long luscious brown hair and
clothes that looked more expensive than anything Josuke had seen was waving at
them. But as she and his mother and her friends started chatting quickly, he
stared at the little chubby kid with his black hair styled in a quite bad bowl
cut, a simple t-shirt with little ladybugs drawn on it and shorts that only
made his thighs look thicker than they already were, that was doing his best to
hide behind the woman’s legs and yet spied with big golden eyes that
immediately struck him like they were capable of getting into someone’s heart.
Perhaps it was just the surprise of seeing eyes so peculiar, but that was what
Josuke thought, that the little boy wanted to see inside his soul.
Tomoko patted his back and told him «Don’t be shy, Josuke, say hello», and
obediently he smiled, albeit without being able to hide his nervousness, and
introduced himself to the woman who, for sure, was the one named Kimiko; in
turn, she was the one who pulled Haruno away from her skirt and forced him to
be right in front of everyone, pale and now looking around with apprehension,
saying «Come on, Haruno, you wouldn’t embarrass mama, would you?».
Haruno’s head didn’t lift, but Josuke noticed how his eyes instead were
piercing as they darted from person to person in that same way they had glared
at Josuke, and his voice could be barely hear over the buzz around them, a
feeble «… hi… everyone» that made all of the women squee and cheer for him, but
Josuke could see he was hiding again and shaking, only a little.
 
The glistering of the inside of the 109 building left the country boy (even if
not exactly from the country) in awe for the first time since he had put foot
in the capital; it was a completely different side of it, one that wanted to
make people happy and have fun and enjoy people’s company, not make them work
and study and walk from home to work or school, a place that, despite being so
far from what Josuke’s always known in Morioh as “fun”, so luxurious and full
of “consumerism”, a word Josuke still didn’t understand but that sounded like a
good thing if it meant having so much shining stuff just ready to be bought,
like the clothes in the show windows like the ones that Ms. Kimiko was wearing
and the toys piled on each other. Josuke couldn’t stop gawking with mouth open
in amazement, ignoring everything and everyone else, except his own grumbling
stomach.
Obviously he sat next to his mother, once they finally arrived in the
restaurant they were going to have lunch in, and before he could even sit he
pulled Tomoko’s blouse and nagged her with «Mom, mom, can I have some  yakiniku
?», stopping her from answering that she didn’t even know if they had  yakiniku
to begin with. «If they have something with meat, I’ll order it for you,
alright?» she tried to calm him down.
«But mom, now I really want some  yakiniku !».
«Josuke, please, don’t throw a tantrum... I know you’re tired, but be a good
boy, alright?».
«Oof, fine...».
Next to him, Haruno was sitting with his head still tilted to look down and
quiet as always, his legs dangling gently. Josuke overheard Ms. Kimiko ask him
«I’ll take you something with chicken, alright, Haru?», ignoring his whispers,
not that they were in any way audible above the commotion.
Everyone who had known Josuke thought of him as a friendly kid who had no
particular issues in knowing new people, and he had never been especially
anxious. Hearing that Haruno might have had some weird disease he had heard for
the first time only that morning, at first he had some concerns, but the other
only seemed to be very introvert, not good at dealing with people and scared of
strangers, and that was normal, he wasn’t the first kid like that that Josuke
had met after all. Once everyone had sat down and had lowered their volume just
a bit, he thought it was time he made a new friend, now that he could, he
showed his best smile and chirped «Hello, I’m Josuke! Do you like  Dragon Ball
?».
Haruno tilted his head toward Josuke, and muttered «I’m Haruno… yeah, kind of».
«What do you mean “kind of”?».
«I kinda like it. I didn’t like the tournament. But I liked Piccolo, he was
fun».
«Really?! All my friends say he was stupid, you’re the first one who likes
Piccolo too! He’s so stupid, how can you not love him?».
Josuke didn’t realize for a long while he was the only one talking between the
two, even when he had to shut up to munch a mouthful of beef and noodles,
avoiding the pieces of green pepper, and only realized when he was halfway in
his dish that the other kid had barely given his opinion on anything that
Josuke had mentioned in his long analysis of how  Dragon Ball Z  was going to
be absolutely great, with the whole idea of the Saiyan and Radish fighting and
that he couldn’t wait to see what Gohan could do, but not as much as  Mashin
Hero Wataru  had been. «Am I boring you?» he questioned with a timid voice.
«No… I’m not good at talking. I like listening… you have a nice voice».
«Really?».
«I like listening to you».
It struck Josuke unprepared. There have been a couple of girls in his school
who have given him those notes filled with pink hearts asking “DO YOU WANNA BE
MY BOYFRIEND YES/NO” and who have given him a little box of chocolate for
Valentine’s day, but that the first time someone has actually said something
that cute about him right in his face, and so suddenly that it could only be
the absolute truth for that little kid with golden eyes and soft pale cheeks.
Josuke again asked «Do you think I’m cool, Haruno?».
The other didn’t answer, but his weak nod explained everything Josuke needed to
know. However, Josuke felt bad knowing he had been the only one babbling about
his favourite anime, and seeing Haruno’s plate still mostly full, with all of
the chicken meat in one corner.
«Aren’t you hungry?».
«Uh… mh, yeah. I don’t like chicken».
«How can you not like chicken? It’s so good, not like beef or chocolate, but
it’s good!».
«I… don’t really like it. Mama thinks I like it, she makes it every day». He
took a small bite of the vegetables he’d separated and got quiet again, his
face losing a bit of the curious luster he had showed up until them. Something
inside Josuke had begun to warm and melt like a candle with a tiny yellow
flame, it wasn’t anything extraordinary, nothing like the immense overwhelming
wave of passion everyone described love as, it wasn’t like a storm shaking his
soul and making his guts churn. He had never had a crush, so he couldn’t have
known what it would feel to have one, but he wondered if that was what “having
a crush” meant, to feel pleasantly happy being next to someone and wanting to
see them happy yourself, and he thought to himself it wasn’t so bad.
The rest of the afternoon dragged on, hot and humid, terribly humid. Morioh was
terrible in summer, but at least Josuke could go in the fields with his friends
and find some fresh shadow under one of the many trees decorating the town, but
nothing like that existed in Tokyo, and if there hadn’t been for Haruno being
around and listening to his seemingly infinite chatter about anything that came
to his mind, sometimes caring if the other seemed to be enjoying himself, and
other times being too absorbed in his own enthusiasm to take notice of Haruno’s
silent admiration, Josuke would have had very boring memories of Tokyo and of
women talking about the person they’ve spent a night of fire with or the person
they were going to marry, although that was the kids’ luck, since everyone else
was too interested by Kimiko’s accounts about the man she was going to marry,
some “Mr. Giovanna” she had met by chance and how it was love at first sight
and how they were soon going to marry and live together in Naples and how much
she loved him. Whenever Ms. Kimiko mentioned him, Haruno’s face seemed to get
darker, like a shadow covering his already not very expressive face.
 
«I’m sorry, Tomoko, the house’s a mess!» Kimiko chirped once she opened the
door and let her former classmate and her son into her house, cardboard boxes
piled onto each other in the corners of a house that was too small for Josuke’s
liking. «I didn’t really think about it, when I offered you a place to stay for
the night…». She threw her bag on the kitchen table and shooed «Come on, kids,
it’s time you go to bed, don’t do anything weird, alright?».
Josuke felt the hem of his t-shirt being pulled toward the dark of the narrow
hallway separating the small kitchen to the rest of the house. Haruno led him
toward the very end of it opposite to the entrance door, a room not as dark
with the cold street lamps light filtering through the curtains, throwing
shading and somewhat creepy shadows until Haruno flickered the nightlight of a
dim warm yellow, like the growing core inside Josuke’s chest, at least that’s
how he liked to vision it as, climbed a chair to open his window and let some
air in. His bedroom was bare, with a small bed along one wall and a futon next
to it, a little chest in the corner and the wardrobe with its doors open and
showing less clothes than one would have expected. Josuke wondered if Haruno,
by any chance, was poor, but he didn’t inquire.
«Do you want the bed…?» he heard Haruno after way too much time. He shook his
head and said «No, no, don’t worry, the futon is fine!», and he saw the little
one sit on the bed. He was so pretty without most of the light around him, and
the way he sat down, timid and all put together with his chubby legs rocking
back and forth without effort, and his eyes were still full of curiosity to
know more about Josuke.
«Hey, uhm, Haruno» he babbled instead of telling him how cute he was «I didn’t
ask for your fave anime, did I bore you with all my talk?».
«No. I kinda like shounen anime too. But I don’t have friends to talk with, I
don’t go to school. School seems hard but fun».
«Yeah, you’ve told me… is your mom that bad?».
«No, she’s ego… egoi… she thinks only about herself. She buys me a lot of sweet
rolls because they’re cheap and she won’t have to cook or clean. I think she’s
lazy and wants to have fun and she think I ruin it». His chubby fingers
fidgeted with the edge of his shorts, and his rosy lips pouted, he was thinking
and mumbling and Josuke found him to be the cutest thing he’d ever seen, he
could have watched him think for days.
«Ah, I’m not used to… talk. Do you want to know my favourite anime?».
«Sure! I bet it’s something supercool».
«I really like  Creamy Mami , she’s pretty when she’s Creamy. She’s got nice
hair and a nice voice, sometimes I want her hair, it looks like cotton candy».
«Isn’t… isn’t  Creamy Mami  a girls’ anime?».
«… I still like it» his voice was already low, but right then it was just a
breath, and one that threatened a sob to burst in seconds in Josuke’s
experience, so he had to immediately comfort him «No, no, it’s okay! You can
like girls’ anime, I think, there’s a girl in my classroom who really likes
Dragon Ball … I just find it weird, that’s all».
«Mama says it’s weird too» he murmured «she says I’m a weird kid. I hear
everyone say it. That I’m ill. It… it hurts». His voice grew lower and big
blobs of tears collected in the corners of his eyes and were trapped between
his eyelashes, his hands still tormenting his clothes. «I don’t like talking, I
like listening to people. I want to understand them, how they can be mean or
good, but everyone is afraid of this and I don’t get why. I’m not ill, or
scary, I’m just quiet». He brought the hem of the t-shirt to wipe his tears
away, leaving wet stains on the gray fabric; his expression showed a deep
melancholy, but at the same time he looked stoic, Josuke could see how hurt he
was and how… lonely he was. Was he the first person Haruno had ever tried to
really open up to? Josuke wondered, and he sat closer to pat his back.
«It’s okay, Haruno, you’re really good at listening, you may be weird, but
you’re a good kind of weird» was Josuke’s attempt at cheering him up. He feared
Haruno would burst into tears and worry their mothers still chatting in the
kitchen, but he didn’t, instead he sniffed and lifted his chin, looking outside
the window, even though the curtains didn’t let anything to be seen but shadows
that something seemed to move and creep inside the room.
«I’ve never slept with someone else. When I can’t sleep, I like to read mama’s
old volumes, I feel less alone. I can’t understand what they say, I watch the
figures… mama leaves me alone lot of times, and I get bored, so I read them».
His voice was already getting sore, he wasn’t clearly used at being at the
center of attention and talking for so long, but hearing him was like listening
to a shy angel that only wanted to be loved and listened to, he had the nicest
voice, even if the lowest too and still like an unripe fruit, not knowing yet
how to spell all words the right way or make a more complicated sentence.
Josuke could see how people would think of him as stupid or self-closing, but
the more Haruno mumbled, the more it was clear to him he wasn’t either, and the
more the comfortable warmth in his chest grew.
«Josuke, do you… know  Tokimeki Tonight ?» Haruno’s voice was still soft but
now quizzing, and it took Josuke unprepared.
«Uh? N-no, sorry, I’ve never heard about it. Is it another magical girl show?».
«Mh-mh. It’s my favourite, mama has all the volumes and the tapes of the anime
too» his face lightened up and his cheeks became more pinkish «Ranze is very
cool, I wish I was like her. She’s got a vampire father. Sometimes I think it’s
cool to have a vampire father. And in the anime, the boy had a star birthmark
like me».
«You have a star birthmark?».
«Mh-mh, on the left shoulder, here».
Josuke had never let anyone but his family see his birthmark, the one time he
tried to show it to his classmates, when everyone showed the weird marks they
were born with and tried to deduce why they had them, he got mean words about
how it was weird he, a kid with an unknown father of all people, had such a
nicely shaped sign on his back. It was the coolest thing ever, to have found
someone else with that same symbol, someone who even had a story like his own,
perhaps even worse.
«Can I see it?».
Haruno’s face flushed even more at the request, but he breathed «Sure» instead
of a no, and took off his t-shirt. Josuke couldn’t help but stare at his plump
body, at the slightly irritated rounds of fat on his stomach after too many
sweets handed to him by a careless mother, and how the dark purplish star
popped up on his fair skin, and how his lips were all dry but the way they were
gasping when Josuke touched the birthmark was all too endearing, and the warmth
began to become uncomfortable, unbearable, and he needed to express it somehow,
anyhow, and he only knew one way to do it. Hastily he pressed his lips on the
chapped ones of Haruno, almost slammed them, but as soon as he started the
chaste kiss he interrupted is and mumbled «I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist, I
really li-».
He was silenced by Haruno’s dry lips gently enveloping his much slower, much
gentler, it wasn’t a mere clash of mouths, it was weighted and almost
calculated, as if he  knew  what to do, how to make Josuke gasp so he could
slip his little tongue between his lips and make his chest erupt in
uncontrolled churning passion. How long it lasted, Josuke couldn’t really tell,
maybe it was some seconds, or a whole minute… maybe several minutes? But no
matter how long is had lasted, he whimpered for it lasted too short, the taste
of his cute mouth still lingering on his tongue. He felt his own cheeks tingle,
a sensation quite rare for him, and he couldn’t find the words to express how
joyful he felt, but also how surprised, even shocked he was, how much his body
felt like he was meant to be next to him and how he wasn’t expecting the same
to happen to the other. Haruno’s cheeks were adorably tinted pink and at the
touch they were warm, surely he felt them like pins and needles just like he
felt his own.
«I like you, Josuke… you’re the first one who liked me, and I like you for
this» there was an unknown tone in his voice, soft but in a different way than
the voice he had always had up until then, it was… Josuke couldn’t put a proper
word on it, but he could describe it as the sound of touching velvet or silk,
something that in its simplicity awoke images perhaps too complicated to be
fully grasped, stuff that he had only seen in the romantic movies his mother
liked to see in winter, with lots of tissues by her side to wipe out her tears.
Haruno’s silken whisper repeated «I like you, Josuke, you listen to me. I want
to show you how much I like you». His eyes, golden and big, pierced his very
heart, defenseless after the slow kiss that tasted too adult for a four-year-
old child, and his voice, while still low in volume, didn’t shake when he asked
«I want to have sex with you», leaving Josuke disoriented.
«What’s… sex?».
«It’s hard to explain, but I know it feels good. And you put your peepee in the
hole… I’ve seen mama do it lots of time, she brings men and has sex with them.
They put their peepee in her red hole…» his voice began to shake again «They
don’t like her, she doesn’t like them. She doesn’t like Mr. Giovanna, I heard
her, she doesn’t have sex for love with him. But I want to… to do it with
someone I like. With you».
Josuke still didn’t fully comprehend what Haruno had just suggested, he didn’t
comprehend a lot of things in that moment, how was this sex thing supposed to
work, why did Haruno bring it up all of a sudden…
«Do you trust me, Josuke?».
How could he not? Haruno had been the friendliest kid, and the loneliest, it
was tough to understand what he could be possibly thinking but there was a
naiveté in the way his hands were shaking as they unbuttoned Josuke’s jeans and
slid them off his sweating skin, there was apprehension in the way he gasped
and eyed his underwear, his touch wasn’t all that sure when his hands squeezed
the soft bulge hiding under the cotton fabric, but nonetheless it made Josuke
moan. He slapped a hand on his own mouth to muffle his voice, he didn’t wish to
alert Tomoko, or Kimiko for that matter, with his breaths becomes louder the
more Haruno tentatively rubbed his palms on his body; the sensation was
foreign, building inside him bit by bit, and somehow it didn’t feel right, like
it was dirty, unclean, like the new warmth building now in his abdomen was
unlike the one in his chest, it was physical and… despite how much it felt
wrong, it felt amazing, it was building inside him, rising.
When Haruno slid off his underwear, Josuke noticed that his suspects were
right: the tingling in his abdomen wasn’t the only thing that had risen, his
prick too had lost its usual limb state and became harder, like a small wooden
stick. The touch with the humid hot air wasn’t extraordinary, but Haruno had
bowed his head and was breathing right over his thingy, and that made Josuke
shiver in anticipation. «Are you going to kiss it too?» was his shaky question.
«Yeah. mama calls it “blowjob”... can I?».
His eyes as bright as gold were hidden by his hair, and now that he was so
close he could see how unkempt it really was, it was dry and badly cut, but
Josuke didn’t pay attention to it and grabbed it when his cute mouth took his
stiffening willy and sucked the air, making his soft cheeks and his softer
tongue massage his stick. The way his mouth worked around his small girth and
length with slurps and gasps made Josuke quickly see stars and feel rushes of
something like fever in his limbs, it was awkward but thrilling, and he hoped
his moans of encouragement would keep Haruno worshipping his newfound source of
pleasure even if muffled by his mouth so that they wouldn’t escape the safety
of Haruno’s room. When it ended, even the hot weather felt like a cool breeze
with the other’s spit covering his tiny arching cock quickly drying out.
«It tastes like soap...» was Haruno’s comment, but he wasn’t disappointed,
Josuke knew that as soon as he experienced that very taste on Haruno’s tongue,
exploring his mouth again more confident in what he was doing, daring to suck
Josuke’s lips and nibble them and taking his hands in his own, leading them
toward his body, making him explore his body instead.
«Do you like me, Josuke?».
As instinct told him, Josuke cupped his chest and squished it, making his puff
nipples look ever puffier, and the jolted expression of Haruno when he did that
was oh so worth it and he swore his hard prick twitched excited, he couldn’t
hold a murmured «You’re so cute, Haruno» in response. Haruno’s voice had a
lamenting timbre when he pleaded «Uh, touch me more, Josuke, fuck me,
please...», but he was too tense and the button of his shorts slipped from his
fingers like it was covered in butter, and it took them more time that it was
thought to get both completely naked. Haruno’s own little hardness had its red
tip just barely out, glistened with some clear liquid that surely wasn’t
saliva, and Josuke for some reason thought it probably wasn’t for the best to
lick it, even if the other had had no problem with doing that, he was sure he
wouldn’t have liked the taste of soap if he were to try it and would have
disappointed the other kid. But before he could say anything, Haruno had laid
down, dragging him over himself; in that instant, his golden eyes full of
expectation and craving for that sex thing that, really Josuke didn’t know how
to do or even how it looked like.
It was freaky when the little one said «Put your peepee in here, in my
butthole…» just as Josuke had wondered what was he supposed to do, almost as if
he could read his mind, but he didn’t realize his skyblue confused eyes were
open books into his thoughts. «How should I do it?» he was puzzled «Will it
enter? Do I just put it in?».
«Mama gets bigger peepees inside her… you push it and then you try to push it
deeper».
To him, it didn’t seem like a sound thing to do, not even a bad thing, it just
didn’t like it would work, although his wood was small it couldn’t have
possibly entered Haruno’s puckered entrance, closed tight like it should be.
«Will it hurt? I don’t want to hurt you, Haruno».
«I’ll be fine, Josuke. I trust you».
Pearls of sweat were already forming on their foreheads, before Josuke tried to
penetrate the other. He would have rather kept groping him and feeling how his
small and chubby body would be perfect as a pillow, yet he took his dick in his
fingers and he pushed it as Haruno told him too. At first, nothing happened, it
just slipped between his buttcheeks, so he tried again with more certainty, and
with the skin around his naked tip pulling back a bit, he entered him, enough
for his prick to get trapped in the ring of muscles. He was quickly overwhelmed
with the heat of his body sucking him in deeper, and he thrusted again, and
another time, but he stopped as soon as Haruno whined and his mouth trembled.
«It’s fine, it’s fine» Haruno whined, he spread his legs and reassured him «It
burns a bit… but it’s ok, keep going» with a hold of his hand, and whispered «I
love you, Josuke...» with a smile so charming, Josuke wished he could have
smiled more, he was the most beautiful kid when he shone with joy and
tenderness and it was a shame he didn’t smile more often and didn’t show his
mellow side to people, instead hiding himself and watching everything and
everyone from afar.
At first, it wasn’t anything special. However, once he was fully inside him and
could only push his hips against his soft ass, the now molten core seeped into
his groin, rushing him to get himself lost in the building and unfamiliar
arousal that clouded his mind more and more. His ears heard inexistent whistles
and very real sighs, his own as he couldn’t resist to the waves of pleasure his
immature body was overrun by, and Haruno’s, Haruno’s voice sobbing in bliss his
name and begging him to fuck him faster and harder, his body all getting pink
like a cloud in the dawn Josuke had marveled at that very morning, and warm
like the rays of a daylight he wished he could bathe in forever. He could
physically feel Haruno’s affection tightening around him, spreading inside him,
and every second he thought that he couldn’t take any more love, and yet he
did.
At least, he did until Haruno’s body shook and jerked, he moaned «Aaah,
Josukeee~» and from his little dick some strange clear liquid spurred in short
bursts, covering his belly in shiny tracks. What happened the next seconds,
Josuke couldn’t remember, one moment he was pushing inside Haruno’s asshole,
and the next one after he had blacked out he was tired, drained of his force,
laying on top of the smaller sweaty kid.
Haruno cuddled against Josuke’s body, putting his thick hands under his arms
and hugging him; when he moved them in Josuke’s already ruffled mini pompadour,
the other whined «No, don’t touch it!».
«You hair is cool».
«… oh, you think it is?».
«Mh-mh».
It left him speechless for a moment, as if everything that had happened hadn’t
already, and having such a random compliment on the one thing he was really
proud of swelled his chest «It’s got a story behind it, do you wanna hear it?».
Haruno nodded, his golden eyes full of interest.
«It happened last winter, there was a huge snowstorm and mom got her car stuck
in the snow. I don’t remember why we were in the middle of the countryside, but
we were, and I suddenly had a terrible fever. I don’t remember a lot of it, I
just remember shaking a lot, having my stomach closed and feeling horribly
cold. Isn’t it weird, that fever makes you feel cold?».
«Mh… go on».
«Well, mom was bringing me to the hospital, and the car got stuck in the snow,
and mom was freaking out because she was terrified I’d die there… I don’t
remember a lot of those days actually, I was asleep most of the time and when I
was awake I didn’t understand what happened around me anyway. But there’s one
thing I remember, the guy who helped mom get the car out of the snow, maybe
because he looked so weird, like a ghost from another time, or maybe another
universe, in the middle of nowhere and in the darkness, and he had this
pompadour-».
«Pompou?».
«Pompadour, it’s a hard word, I know, I still can’t spell it sometimes. This
guy had this awesome hair like in those super old American movies, and even got
a jacket like real bikers, with the name of the gang written behind it… I never
got to know his name, I couldn’t read the name of his gang and try to find him,
and mom didn’t notice it because she was too busy hitting the gas. I thought it
would be nice to remember him with his hair, since he got us out of the snow
and saved me».
«That’s so cool… I had a very bad fever too».
«Really? Last winter too?».
«Mh-mh. It was the only time mama cared about me for real. She looked over me
all the time, and cried. She was scared I died». Haruno snuggled against
Josuke’s chest, his voice trembling «I was scared too, but I was happy mama
cared. She said it was dada’s fault… my real dad. I never met him. He has my
same mark, mama has a photo of him, he looks really cool. I don’t know why mama
said he was the bad guy. I want to meet him someday».
He fell silent. They could hear their mothers still chatting in the kitchen,
and outside some cars still ran on the streets, but their lights couldn’t reach
the window; from the open window a subtle wind came in, the south and humid
wind of the night still managed to cool the sweat on their child bodies. Josuke
knew he should have been sleeping in the futon, but he was so fatigued he
didn’t want to move from the bed, and most importantly he didn’t want to get
separated from Haruno. He still had to, with his conscience whispering that
what he had done was wrong and impure, and he put his underwear on and pretend
that that voice inside him wasn’t nagging him. «Are you ever going to visit me
in Moriou? It’s a lovely city, I know where they make the best ice cream and a
couple places where we can hide and play together» he tried to ease the
atmosphere before falling asleep.
However, as he said that, again that looming shadow of melancholy that very
often casted itself on Haruno’s face appeared again, as dark as the one when he
talked about how hurt he was when people dismissed his shy, scared nature as
some kind of retardation.
«Haruno…?».
«I… won’t be here for long. Mama is marrying Mr. Giovanna, she says we’ll all
move to Italy in two weeks. I’m scared, but I’m excited too, Italy sounds nice…
but now I don’t wanna go. I’ll miss you, Josuke, you’re my first friend. My
first sex, too. I can’t forget you».
Josuke’s heart broke when after all he’d been through, Haruno’s eyes finally
let tears stain his face and trick down into the pillow.
«Don’t forget about me, Josuke, please».
He took his hand in his and fell asleep before Josuke could answer that he was
never going to. His eyes were already closed and his mouth quickly drooled
open, staining further his bed, and it was the last thing Josuke saw before
closing his eyes and falling asleep hand in hand with him.
End Notes
     This was supposed to be the fourth fic of the Sin family but
     Oh well
     How is it clear I didn't know how to end it or beta it
     Happy holidays to whoever stayed to read this!
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