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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:
      Higashikata_Josuke, Kujo_Jotaro
  Additional Tags:
      Train_Groping, Voyeurism, First_Kiss, First_Time, Nervousness, Dirty_Talk
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-11-22 Completed: 2016-12-09 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 7808
****** Luck ******
by DastardlyDaisy
Summary
     Josuke loses a bet.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
The steady rocking of the train did nothing for Josuke's already rolling
stomach. He target was a little farther up the train car, sticking out like a
sore thumb in his stark white coat and hat.
"Get on with it." His classmate shoved him playfully and Josuke shoved him back
softly, his throat too tight and hot to say anything in return.
This was bound to happen, really. Josuke liked to bet, it was one of the small
guilty pleasures he let himself indulge in. And usually his luck was fucking
stellar, and he would hardly break a sweat betting the most ludicrous things.
But today seemed to be the turning point of his good fortune.
Josuke had gone to the neighboring city that morning in hopes of snagging the
new Prince CD. Even though he had gotten up before the sun and had gotten on
the earliest train, it had sold out by the time he got to the store. He had
seen some classmates shortly after and struck up a conversation, hoping to
level out his sour mood. He had made bets with them before over stupid card
games in school, and had brought it up. Gambling, after all, was something that
he was good at and was a surefire way to at least make back his train fare on
this fruitless journey. But bad luck has a way of becoming a running trend once
it starts, and sure enough Josuke found himself down. But not for money. No,
the other two boys hadn't had enough cash to bet money, so they decided to bet
on actions. And Josuke really hit the bad luck jackpot.
Grope someone on the train. But we get to pick who.
And of course the boys, who had been swindled time and time again by Josuke,
weren't gonna choose someone cute or meek. They of course chose the scariest
mother fucker on the train, who was looking sternly out the window, his head
having to duck just the slightest to see.
The train hissed and began slowing down, and Josuke had to rise on the balls of
his feet to stop from falling backwards.
"Just do it already, man." His classmate chided, "We always make good on our
bets, don't be a sore loser."
Josuke shot the shorter boy a sour frown just as the train came to a complete
stop. He definitely wasn't gonna chicken out, that would be uncool.
He forced his shoulders to relax and moved forward just as the doors slid open
and more people poured in. With a bit of weaving and maneuvering, Josuke found
himself standing behind the man. Jesus, he was even more of a beast up close.
He could probably knock Josuke's lights out with a single punch. Something that
Josuke thought he would get to experience all too soon.
He looked over to his classmates, but realized he couldn't see them with the
influx of people. Shit, it was really starting to get crowded. While that was a
good thing (He had honor, sure, but having such a prime opportunity to lie and
say he did it and get away with both respect and an intact jaw was too good to
pass up), the compartment quickly became very crowded and Josuke found himself
nearly pressed against the wall of muscle that he was supposed to grope, which
was very bad. Now that he had decided he wasn't gonna do it, he didn't want to
touch the guy at all.
Even though in all honesty, his wide back was hot, Josuke was man enough to
admit that. The way his waist tapered was nice too. And even though he couldn't
completely see it because of the coat, he could still see that his butt was
firm and cute.
The passengers rustled around as he heard the doors slide shut. Josuke exhaled
slowly, trying to get his fluttering nerves in check.
The train lurched forward and without thinking, Josuke's hand shot out to
balance himself, his fingertips pressing against the man's back. He widened his
stance to stop from stumbling and pulled his hand back as if he had been
burned.
Shit shit shit shit Josuke chanted in his head, his panic rising.
The man didn't do anything about the touch, as if it hadn't even happened. It
was common enough, anyways, especially on such a crowded transit. He probably
thought nothing of it.
Just how much could I get away with? The intrusive thought made his breath
hitch painfully in his chest. Jesus, he couldn't actually do something like
this. It would be dirty and perverted and just plain wrong.
But for those very same reasons, it seemed all the more exciting. 
No. Stop. He scolded himself. That's way too fucked up. Only low lifes do shit
like this.
Josuke let out a shaky breath and looked to either side of himself, almost
expecting people to see through his guilty thoughts and to be looking at him
with disdain. Everyone's back seemed to be turned to them.
Fuck, it was as if the universe itself were telling him to do it.
Well I mean, just a little wouldn't hurt.  Just make it seem like an
accident... Josuke felt his guts twist hotly in both shame and excitement. Just
a little press, and then I'll stop.
His feet inched a little closer to the man and he held his breath. He was
building up the courage to do it just as the train gave a small rock. Riding on
the small encouragement, Josuke pressed his chest against the taller man,
letting it linger for less than a second before pulling away.
Fuck! fuckfuckfuck I did it!
His heart was pounding hard enough in his ears that he could hardly hear the
train over it.
"Sorry." He mumbled, even as he was screaming in his head.
The man turned his head just enough so that Josuke could see his nose and his
high cheekbone.
He turned back, and Josuke felt like he was going to explode. His chest tingled
and he kept replaying the feeling of it pressed against the man's strong back.
Fuck, it had felt so good. His dick wasn't hard, but it was definitely firmer
than it should be.
He looked to both sides again, checking to make sure the coast was still clear.
Feeling emboldened, his let his body sway loosely with the train, even as he
himself felt like a tightly wound spring.
Another large rock of the compartment had him pressed gently against the man
again, and this time he dared to bring his hips forward to press against the
man's ass. 
He pulled away again, immediately regretting his action. Shit, that was way too
obvious. He had practically rolled his hips into the guy.
He covertly reached down to press a hand to his groin. His dick could
definitely be felt through his school slacks. Fuck, had the man been able to
feel it through his coat?
He felt his heart sink when the man turned his head slightly to the side,
showing the same profile he had seen last time. This was it, he was going to
say something about there being a pervert on the bus, or he was going to turn
and deck him a good one. That would be the end of little Josuke Higashikata.
The man splayed a large hand on the window in front of himself and widened his
stance, as if bracing himself. That in itself wasn't anything to freak out
about, but then his back arched forward, just the slightest. What the fuck.
Josuke's screaming picked up anew in his head. Was this an invitation? His ass,
even if just subtly, was definitely more on display now.
Jesus fucking hell, this couldn't actually be happening. Josuke's palms were
slick with cold sweat and his breathing was ragged.
He had to be the world's most pathetic train groper, getting nervous when his
victim actually wanted it.
But does he really want it? Josuke bit his lip and looked around yet again. It
was possible that he himself just wanted the older guy to want it.
There's only one way to know. So go for it.
Josuke let out a low breath and scooted just a little closer, to the point that
the tips of his shoes almost nearly touched the back of the man's own shoes.
His hand was trembling as he slowly raised it, so slowly that he imagined he
could feel his elbow joint creak.
The train rocked him forward again, and his fingertips brushed the man's coat.
Fuck it. Josuke rode the rush of adrenaline the small touch lit inside him and
he pressed his hand firmly on the man's hip.
The man turned his head enough so Josuke could see more of his face. His eyes
fixed instantly to his lips, smooth and plump. God, those were good lips.
With resignation, he let his gaze rise to meet the man's stare. He could only
see one of his eyes, sea-blue, framed with thick dark lashes. His gaze was
cool, making Josuke feel both judged and scorned.
Josuke felt like he should apologize, or at the very least take his hand off
the man, but he felt completely frozen.
Fuck, here it comes. Josuke wondered if it would hurt more if he had his jaw
clenched or unclenched.
He felt a warm calloused palm against the top of his hand. Josuke looked down
to see the man's large had over his own. He looked up in alarm, just in time to
see the man blink slowly before turning back to the window.
The hand over his own wrapped around his fingers and pulled him closer. Josuke
stumbled awkwardly into the man's back with a sharp inhale that made his head
swim with the man's musky scent. His arm was yanked around the man so they were
in a sort of awkward back embrace.
Josuke didn't understand what was happening in the slightest. His heart felt
like it was in his throat, and his jacket suddenly felt like it was suffocating
him.
His palm was placed on the man's stomach before the hand pulled away, taking
its place back on the window. It was an incredibly clear invitation.
Josuke murmured a quiet "fuck" under his breath and let his sweaty palm feel up
the guy's abdomen. Jesus, he was fucking ripped. His hand trembled as he felt
over the hard sections of muscle under the man's thin shirt before he let one
of his fingertips dip into the clothed bellybutton.
The man's back vibrated lightly at the small intrusion, making Josuke's cock
twitch and ache. He wished he could have heard the noise, but there was nothing
to be done about the underlying clacking of the train.
Nervously, Josuke let his hips roll into the man's ass, as subtly as he could.
The abdominal muscles under his fingers clenched before easing loose again.
Josuke opened his mouth against the man's broad back and let out a moan, hoping
it was low enough to be covered as he began slowly rutting against him.
His cheeks were burning like they had never before and he had his eyes shut
tightly. Anyone could turn their heads and see exactly what was going on and
that threat made nervous stomach bile rise in his throat and precum dump into
his boxers.
He couldn't believe he was actually doing this. He couldn't believe he was
being allowed to do this.
With a hand shaking from adrenaline and nerves, he slid past the man's shirt,
past his belt, and went straight to the man's groin. He wasn't as hard as
Josuke, but the thing in Josuke's grasp was definitely tight and firm. Fuck,
this guy was huge everywhere. He squeezed it gently a few times, feeling the
slight give of the skin. He had never touched anyone's dick except his own
which was exciting already, but the situation made him feel nearly insane.
He locked his elbow and began moving his wrist, hoping the movement was covert
enough so that if someone saw, they wouldn't think anything of it. Well, it
would be hard to notknow what this was.
Josuke jacked the man off through his pants quickly, his forearm burning with
the speed of the motion. He began humping him again, rising on the balls of his
feet to grind his cock as hard as he could stand into the guy's firm ass.
His orgasm was fast approaching, his stomach tight and hot as he felt his balls
draw up closer to his body. He bit into the man's coat and jerked his hips up
with enough force to make his cock hurt, but he was too far gone to even notice
it.
The man stumbled a bit forward before regaining his stance, allowing Josuke to
use him.
He hadn’t noticed that his wrist had come to a stop as he focused on reaching
his peak until he felt the man’s warm hand on his again. He tightened his
fingers around the length as the man moved their hands together over his cock.
Fuck, what a fucking pervert, Josuke thought deliriously, not realizing the
irony of his heated thought. Dirty, filthy, letting himself be used like a
slut.
Josuke’s hips rubbed madly into the man until it finally hit, hard and long,
his throat letting out a hoarse whine against the white coat. His briefs filled
with sticky wetness as his cock jerked uselessly against the cloth. He slumped
against the man as his hand was forced to continue moving. The situation didn’t
allow for an afterglow. As soon as the last bits of pleasure shivered through
his limbs the nausea he had been fighting since this whole ordeal started
finally hit him full force, making him feel sick and dizzy and downright
despicable.
He opened his eyes and raised his head from the man to look around. Still,
everyone was turned away. It didn’t make him feel any less ashamed.
He felt the thing under his palm jerk and the man’s back vibrated again as he
put his hand back on the window, opting to ride out the high of his orgasm by
rolling his hips into Josuke’s hand. Even with Josuke’s feelings of dirty guilt
sitting heavily in his stomach, he couldn’t help but feel a few stray sparks of
excitement.
When the man’s hips stilled Josuke pulled his hand and body away, left feeling
both his sweat and cum cooling disgustingly on his skin. The man straightened
up and continued looking out the window, as if nothing had happened.
 
When the train came to stop at the Morioh station, the man got off. Josuke
stood to the side of the train and watched the tall man disappear into the
crowd of people. He hadn’t even spared a glance back, something that for
whatever reason really irked him.
His classmates found him soon enough, and asked him if he went through with it.
Josuke said that he hadn’t. The boys were bitter about it and said he wasn’t
good to his word, but Josuke ignored them and went on his way.
He hoped he wouldn’t run into the man again.
At least that’s what he was telling himself as he walked home, even if his cock
was half hard thinking of a scenario where that wasn’t the case.    
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     hi im half dead rn so sorry if theres any mistakes \o/
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"Did you say your name was Higashikata Josuke?"
Josuke cringed at the voice behind him. It was definitely the voice of a man,
not another punk like the guys he just took care of. Best case scenario, it was
just some passerby. Worst case scenario, it was a teacher and he was about to
start the school year with a tarnished record.
He squared his jaw and turned, only to wish he hadn't. He hadn't gotten to see
the man's full front, but not many people wore pristine white coats with pants
and a hat to match. Even if they did, those flat sea blue eyes were a rarity in
themselves.
This was it. He was about to be raped, or murdered, or both. Maybe not in that
particular order.
"L-Listen," He stammered, taking a step back. The man didn't share his sense of
surprise and shock.
He merely looked at Josuke levelly, not making a move to get closer. "I've come
to Morioh to deliver news to you."
It sounded fake, like a floppy lie told to a child to get them in a serial
killer's van. Josuke furrowed his brow, looking around their vicinity. There
were plenty of people, so the guy probably wouldn't pull anything.
Oh, like the situation you all met in, right? That sure stopped you and him
last time, didn't it?
Josuke took another step back and the man shook his head before muttering a low
'good grief'.
Josuke was confident in his Stand ability and in the space between them. He
didn't know why he was so worked up. If the guydid try to pull something,
Josuke could handle him.
 "What news do you have to deliver?"
 
 
They didn't talk about it. The only evidence that it had happened was in
Josuke's memories.
Jotaro almost made it seem like it hadn't happened at all, with the way he
acted. He didn't flirt with Josuke, or even act disgusted. Just...indifferent.
Maybe it was because Josuke was a virgin that it bothered him so much that the
thing they did was completely ignored. He knew he should feel ashamed or even
grossed out since they were related, but he just felt sad that Jotaro had swept
the whole incident under the rug.
Even when they were alone like they were now, waiting for the train, nothing
was said. Josuke had thought that when Jotaro had called him yesterday to ask
if he would accompany him into the city, he might have wanted to talk about it.
He had said it was to get information from the Speedwagon Foundation, which was
something he could have done on his own. Josuke had spent the night tossing and
turning, and in the morning he bathed himself thoroughly and made sure his
pompadour was perfect.
But now he was beginning to realize he might have gotten worked up over
nothing.
Jotaro was just as silent as always, looking forward on the platform with the
same stony expression he always had.
Josuke huffed and kicked the air absently, hoping the train would get there
soon. He passed the time by listening in on the conversations of people around
him, but quickly grew bored with that.
It seemed like he had waited an eternity to finally hear the rumble of the
approaching train, its brakes hissing highly as it creeped to a stop. Josuke
sighed in relief as the doors opened and a few people got off.
People began filing in, and Josuke fought to not lose Jotaro amongst the crowd
of people surging forward. They were lucky to get a spot near the window, a
small grace in the cramped space.
When everyone was settled, the train began its slow beginnings towards speed,
the people in the car swaying with its acceleration.
This situation reminded him all too much of how him and Jotaro had met, making
him blush. Maybe this was the same train car they had been in weeks ago. That
would be a weird twist of fate.
He shot a look at Jotaro. If it stirred any of those memories, he definitely
didn't show it. The familiarity of the situation definitely affected Josuke
though, his guts felt knotted and hot, his hands growing clammy.
He turned to face the window, knowing if he kept this up he would get a boner
which would only make the situation all the more worse. He needed to calm down,
to watch the blurring scenery and just chill the fuck out.
He took a deep breath, watching the window fog up as he focused on the gentle
rocking of the train.
Someone pressed against his back. There was too much contact for it to be an
accident. He jumped and tried to turn but two hands snaked around his waist and
held him in place. There was something obviously hard pressing into his ass and
he felt the knots in his stomach tighten.
"Careful, Josuke," Jotaro's low rumble of a voice was breathed hotly against
his ear. "You don't want to be caught, do you?"
Josuke could faintly see their reflection in the glass. His eyes were wide and
panicked whereas Jotaro looked just as collected as always. Their eyes met in
the reflection and Jotaro's lips lifted in a rare ghost of a smile.
"What's the matter? Can't handle when the roles are reversed?"
The low whisper of his voice was so intimate and sexy, it was rolling over him
and drowning all the other noises in his world.
"Jotaro-san, what--"
Jotaro ground his hips into his ass with slow intent, making Josuke brace
himself against the window. "I've wanted to have you like this since our first
train ride. It drove me mad seeing you every day. Did you think I wouldn't
notice the way you look at me?"
Josuke couldn't think of a single thing to say. He had never heard Jotaro talk
so much and it felt like he was short circuiting at the sudden onslaught of his
purring voice.
The hands on his hips tightened enough to ache and Jotaro rolled his hips
again, accenting his slow thrust with a lick to the shell of Josuke's ear.
Josuke was panting, his cock filling so quickly it made him feel light headed.
"Such a slutty boy, so shameless," The large hands on him rubbed his sides,
heavy and steady. "Do you always touch strangers on the train like this?"
Josuke moaned, arching his back to press into Jotaro. He couldn't believe this
was actually happening. It seemed like some sort of fever dream.  Josuke leaned
his head back on Jotaro's shoulder, whining out his breathy words, "Just you,
nnh-- Jotaro-san, it's just youuu." He felt the hot shock of the situation to
his core, his head was reeling and he felt nearly crazy with how turned on he
was.
He wanted Jotaro to pull his pants down and fuck him hard and rough against the
wall, to have the people in the train car see how thoroughly he was being used
and to feel jealous that they didn't have Jotaro's fat cock ramming into them.
"You better keep it that way."
Josuke shut his eyes and nodded eagerly, rubbing into Jotaro as his cock
dribbled precum at the words.
As if rewarding him for his answer, Jotaro slid his hand over Josuke's abdomen,
pressing into his tummy to slide partially into his loose waistband. The slow
rolling of his hips stopped and Jotaro gave a deep chuckle. "Do you always go
without underwear, Josuke? Such a filthy slut."
There was no way he could tell him that he had forgone his boxers because he
knew he would be out with Jotaro.
Either way, the discovery seemed to rile up Jotaro. He licked the side of his
neck before using his other hand to unfasten Josuke's pants. Before he could
even register what was happening, Jotaro had his hand freely down his pants and
thick, strong fingers were wrapped around his prick. Josuke mewled and started
fucking himself into his hand unashamedly.
The hand not in his pants gripped his waist warningly before the hot breath was
back at his ear. "You wanna get us caught, you needy slut?"
Josuke was panting but his hips stuttered to a stop as he cracked his eyes
open. He had been so lost in the touch that he had momentarily forgotten where
they were.
He looked around in horror but no one's eyes were on them. Jesus, he had been
making noises without even thinking.
"Fuck, you're so dirty. Your cock just throbbed. You like the thought of
someone seeing you like this, don't you?"
Josuke bit his lip and hung his head, trying to keep in his harsh gasps.
Jotaro hummed quietly and the hand in his pants began moving slowly. His other
hand left Josuke's waist and moved to his lower back, sliding into his pants to
squeeze his bare ass. "I wanna fuck you raw, Josuke. You want my cock, I see
how bad you want it every time we meet."
Josuke whimpered, screwing his eyes shut as he nodded.
Jotaro gave another squeeze to his ass before splaying his fingers and sliding
one between his cheeks. Josuke pushed his ass back, opening himself more.
Jotaro was really touching him there, his finger was really pressing into his
hole, was really going to enter him dry in front of all of these oblivious
people. It was too much for him to comprehend.
"Your hole is soft. You fingered yourself today, didn't you."
"Y-yes, I was--" Josuke's voice was shrill and he felt himself topple over the
edge, he was cumming harder than he could ever remember and his words left him
in a long winded exhale. "Iwasthinkingofyou, Jotaro, Jotaro-sannn--"
Jotaro's hand stopped it's movements but it didn't matter, just having Jotaro's
hands on him was enough. He could feel his cum hit his pants and run down his
thigh, hot and thick.
He was still shivering out his pleasure when Jotaro's hands retracted and the
warm press of his chest disappeared. Josuke was hunched over and panting as he
blinked rapidly to get rid of the spots in his vision.
It slowly returned to normal and he came back to earth, feeling shaky and
drained.
How...how loud had he been?
His eyes widened and he snapped straight, clutching onto his pants to keep them
from falling. He turned his head to see Jotaro standing stoically to the side,
his eyes staring blankly ahead. The only thing that could hint at what he had
done was the slight pink to his cheeks.
Josuke fumbled to fasten his pants, staring nervously at the people in their
vicinity. Someone turned their head and their eyes met. The man coughed and
looked away quickly.
Oh dear god. He wanted to die.
 
 
When the train finally came to a stop, Josuke was ready to dig a grave for
himself. He could see people shooting him and Jotaro covert looks before they
left. Josuke and Jotaro stayed in their spot, and Josuke was grateful for it.
He wasn't sure he could move, in all honesty.
When the crowd thinned out, Jotaro grabbed Josuke's arm, navigating him off the
train. Josuke wasn't sure if this was their stop, but it didn't feel like they
had been on long enough to reach their destination.
"Where are we--"
"Hotel. The nearest one."
Josuke fought to keep up with Jotaro's long strides as he was pulled through
the crowd of people on the platform. He flushed at the words. "But the meeting-
-"
"I made it up."
Josuke felt completely baffled at the revelation. Jotaro had set up this whole
thing with the intent to do this from the start.
He stumbled over his own feet and Jotaro slowed down to let Josuke collect
himself. He glanced back at Josuke, his eyes just as cool and steady as always.
“I already told you, I’m going to fuck you raw.”
Josuke’s eyes widened as he felt his stomach tighten and fill with heat at the
words, spoken so deadpan.
Jotaro turned his head back and continued his brisk pace, his hand still
clutching Josuke’s arm and dragging him along.
Josuke’s cheeks were on fire as he kept his gaze down and followed. He felt
like the luckiest guy alive.  
Chapter End Notes
     I've got the hc that Jotaro is really into dirty talking his
     partner...
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     The happenings in the hotel room
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
 He had accepted it, sure, but it started to seem less and less real as they
got closer to what they were going to do. Being in the hotel lobby seemed
almost like a dream, and walking down the hallway to their room felt like he
was on autopilot, just sitting back and watching his body be led into the room.
But when Jotaro took a seat in one of the armchairs and fixed him with a steady
gaze, he felt his mind slam back into his body and suddenly he was overly aware
to everything around him. The way the carpet felt under his shoes, the smell of
cheap disinfectant and cheaper laundry detergent, the way his limbs felt cold
and far too distant. He blinked and shuffled a little from his spot near the
door, pretending to be very interested in the room's bland, cookie cutter
decorations.
"Josuke."
Fuck, he felt ridiculous, especially with the way he had been acting only
minutes before on the train but this was too overwhelming for him. It was all
going too fast and it was exciting, sure, but he was nervous as hell.
"Josuke."
He rubbed his hands together absently and finally looked at Jotaro. There was
nothing but calmness in the man's expression which should make him feel a
little sense of ease but it did the very opposite. Was this how sexual
situations always felt? Because if that was the case, he wasn't sure he
entirely liked it.
"You're uneasy."
The observation forced a nervous laugh out of Josuke, who looked up at the
ceiling simply to avoid Jotaro's stare. "Yeah, no shit."
Jotaro huffed, and Josuke would have thought it was in irritation if it weren’t
for the light amusement he picked up on in his voice. "Take a seat. We don't
have to rush things."
The words were kind, but they might Josuke feel all the more worse. Jotaro had
been so riled up, had practically dragged him here and now Josuke was too much
of a baby to actually follow through with all the teasing they had done on the
train. He felt like a buffoon.
He ran his hands over the sides of his pompadour and tried to steel his nerves.
He needed to do something, even if it was small. He shot a look at Jotaro and
had an idea. It was small, but it might help him ease into the situation. Baby
steps.
"Can I,uh, sit in your lap?"
Jotaro's expression conveyed nothing as he gave a curt nod.
Okay, this was good. A little progress in the right direction.
He took a hesitant step forward, then rode on his spiking adrenaline to make a
beeline to Jotaro, flopping into his lap before he could talk himself out of
it. The sudden weight dropped on Jotaro made him grunt but he didn't make a
comment. Josuke moved around to get comfortable, settling his feet over one of
the arms of the chair as  Jotaro supported his back with one arm and draped his
other over his thighs. He probably looked like an oversized baby with their
position, but he didn't care. He was proud of himself for taking the
initiative.
"Are...are you comfortable?" He asked, nervously wrapping one of his arms
around Jotaro's thick neck.
His nephew gave a small nod in the affirmative.
Josuke would have thought he was lying, but now that he was settled down and
the worst of his nerves had receded, he could feel Jotaro's thick, hard cock
pressing into his ass. The realization made his breaths come in small hurried
puffs and he rested the side of his head on Jotaro's shoulder. He closed his
eyes and tried to let himself get used to the feeling of being so close with
Jotaro.
Slowly, his muscles relaxed, even if his heart was still beating loudly in his
ears. Jotaro's thumb rubbed small circles on his arm, and he found comfort in
the small action.
After a few minutes, he let his eyes slide open, and he could see the strong
line of Jotaro's jaw, and the light blue of a vein running down his neck and
disappearing past his collar.
"Sorry," He murmured, "You probably think I'm stupid for being so nervous."
Jotaro's arm squeezed him just the slightest. "Take all the time you need." 
Happy at the kind words and feeling more confident, Josuke leaned his head
forward and placed a small kiss on the side of Jotaro's neck. Jotaro hummed and
leaned his head to the side, silently encouraging him.
"I don't know why it's different, now that I'm alone with you." He breathed
against the man's neck, chastely kissing along the vein, "I want it too." He
felt the cock under him pulse and gave a small breathy gasp that sounded
nothing like himself.
Emboldened, he opened his mouth and ran his tongue over the slight rise of the
vein at his neck. He could feel the rumble of Jotaro's hum through his tongue
and felt high on the small noise. He placed a wet, open mouth kiss against the
warm junction between his jaw and neck.
Jotaro turned his head towards him, making Josuke pull back but his head was
caught by one of Jotaro's large hands before he could go too far. Jotaro
brushed a warm kiss on his cheek, then the corner of his mouth. Finally, with a
slow press, Jotaro kissed him fully on the lips.
It was so tender and sweet and downright sexy that Josuke couldn't help but
deepen it, opening his mouth and pressing his tongue against Jotaro's lightly
chapped lips. They opened for him with a small moan and Josuke felt like he was
drowning in the best possible way. It was the first time he had kissed someone
and he knew his technique was awkward and clumsy but he didn't care. Having
Jotaro's hot, wet mouth moving against his own was too much of a magnificent
bliss that he didn't care about anything other than the feeling.
When Jotaro stood, holding Josuke bridal style, they didn't break the kiss.
Josuke's eyes were closed but he could feel Jotaro walking and knew where they
were going before he was even placed on the bed.
A tinge of nervousness tangled itself in his stomach but the high buzz of
pleasure eased it, and when Jotaro relaxed his large body on top of him, the
uneasy feeling was drowned out entirely. Jotaro's skillful hips moved against
him slowly and with purpose, and Josuke couldn't hold back his noises, pouring
every moan and whine directly onto Jotaro's tongue.
It felt so good, Jotaro's heavy length rubbing over his own so sweetly, so
perfectly, every drag making him feel like he was reaching a new height of
desperateness.
Josuke pushed his head back into the sheets and turned his head to gasp in
needy breaths. He would end up passing out if he didn't.
Jotaro took the opportunity to lavish his neck with wet kisses, suckling gently
on the skin and laving them with a fat stroke from his tongue before moving to
the next area.
"Jotaro-san," Josuke writhed under him, his chest heaving against Jotaro's own,
"I need it, please--nngh!"
Jotaro bit into his tender neck, not enough to cause real pain but enough to
make Josuke's body tense and shudder. "What do you want?" Another small nip to
his neck. "You have to tell me."
"J-Jotaro--aahnnn, d-don't tease me," Josuke felt like he could hardly string
together a sentence but he managed it with difficulty, knowing Jotaro was
intent on having him say it. "Fuck me, fuck me good, Jotaro--aahn--! I need it,
please, please--" Just saying the words made him feel like he was going to fall
over the edge and he clenched his fists into the sheets, panting out breathy
whines as he fought to not cum.
He felt Jotaro shift and the warm pressure on his chest leave as the man sat up
to straddle his waist. Josuke watched dazedly as he dug in his jacket pocket
for a small bottle of viscous clear fluid. He sat it on the bed before
shrugging off his jacket.
"Take your clothes off, Josuke."
Josuke sat up and began pulling off his clothes eagerly, his eyes on Jotaro's
body the whole time. He probably looked like a fool with the way he slipped out
of his own stuff, but Jotaro was steady and sure as always, undressing with a
sort of sturdy finesse that made Josuke feel like he was watching his very own
private strip show. Jesus, he was fucking ripped, muscles roping over his whole
body and bulging in all the right places.
Josuke waited for him to remove his pants before he did the same, not wanting
to be the first one completely nude. He had always been proud of his dick, in
the little porn he had seen in dirty magazines he always felt comparable to the
guys in them, but compared to Jotaro...
"F-fuck."
He murmured the word to himself and felt is mouth water just looking at the
bulbous head pushing out from its foreskin and the thick, veiny length of it.
Jotaro gave a small smile at his gawking and stroked himself a few times, the
thin foreskin rolling back and showing off his glistening head.
"You still want it, baby?"
His body filled with cold excitement at the pet name and he nodded, pulling his
gaze off of Jotaro's cock and to his eyes. "H-how do you want me?"
Jotaro's eyes darkened and he gave a small hiss between his teeth as he grabbed
Josuke's arm to pull him closer for another heated kiss. "I want you every way
I can have you." He breathed when he finally pulled back.
Josuke didn't think it was possible for him to get more flushed but damned if
he didn't.
Jotaro shoved him softly down on his back and snatched up the lubricant.
“Wait, Jotaro-san,” Josuke gasped, sitting up on his elbows. “Can I rub it on
you?”
Jotaro’s eyebrows lifted just the slightest before he nodded.
With his chest thrumming with nervous excitement, Josuke sat up and held his
trembling hand out so Jotaro could squeeze the cool slimy liquid into his palm.
He made quick work of it, slicking the messy lube over Jotaro’s length. His
fingers could touch around the width of it, but even still it was thick. Really
thick. And he could feel it pulsing hotly against his palm.
Josuke tightened his grip and jacked Jotaro off, feeling wildly satisfied at
the rough sighs he was able to drag from the man.
Josuke was really getting into it when Jotaro placed a hand on his chest and
pushed him back against the bed again. He settled between Josuke’s thighs,
spreading them and resting one of his ankles on his shoulder. Josuke could feel
cool air against his spread ass and he gave a little welp, feeling totally
exposed.
“Your turn.” Jotaro said gruffly, grabbing the lube from the bed.
Josuke raised his head to glance at Jotaro's erection, moistly glistening and
gently bobbing in time with his heartbeat. "Isn't that enough...?"
That made Jotaro actually smile. "I know you’re new to this, but have you never
watched or read any gay porn?"
"Of course I haven't!" Josuke exclaimed, "I'm-"
He stopped himself before he said 'straight'. He had never really stopped to
think of his sexuality, but he had always assumed he was only into girls. But
after these past few weeks... Josuke sighed. It was something he would sort out
for himself later.
"Are you gay, Jotaro-san.?"
Jotaro shrugged his bare shoulders, adjusting Josuke’s leg on it. "Bisexual.”
Jotaro slicked two of his fingers efficiently before tossing the lube to the
side and spreading Josuke’s ass with his large hands, eliciting an embarrassed
squeak from Josuke. Seeing Jotaro’s eyes on such a private place made him blush
hotly.
"D-don't look so much…"
Jotaro hummed, ignoring him as he ran a finger over his exposed hole. "Are you
still nervous?"
Josuke could feel himself clench involuntarily at the touch. "Just a little.”
After a few gentle brushes over the same area Josuke felt the movement stop
before a finger slowly pressed into him. "That okay?" Jotaro asked, his free
hand stroking his thigh comfortingly.
Josuke let out a pent up breath and nodded.
Jotaro winked playfully at him, something that both shocked and delighted
Josuke, and began pistoning his finger slowly. Josuke felt overwhelmed, not
knowing what to do with his hands so settling for putting them on his stomach.
“Your hole is still soft. When did you finger yourself?”Jotaro lifted his leg
more and changed the angle of his finger, pressing it deep inside him. Josuke
gasped and felt his body tense as a short blast of pleasure swept over him.
"F-fff, ahnn, th-this morning.”
Jotaro rumbled a deep hum and brought his finger back to the spot. "Tell me
what you were thinking of."
Josuke wanted to reply but his words were swept away with a surprised moan.
"Your insides are twitching around me like crazy."
"D-don't say tha- ah!" Josuke squirmed weakly, his fingers squeezing his own
stomach spastically.
"I'm gonna add another finger now."
Jotaro kissed his knee as he slowly pressed in a second finger.
It burned lowly, but the pleasure quickly took him again, making the small pain
hardly register.
“You didn’t answer me, Josuke. Tell me what you were thinking this morning.”
“Th-thinking about kissing you...”
The innocent admission made Jotaro chuckle. “Is that all?”
“Y-yeah, it’s all I wanted.”
“Is that all you want now?”
Josuke sunk his head back into the mattress and panted. "J-Jotaro-san, please,
I'm p-prepared enough—I want your cock," He gasped as that spot was hit again.
"You're still too tight." But it was evident from his voice that he wanted to
rush things too.
Josuke felt his insides stretch open as Jotaro scissored his fingers apart.
Josuke’s back arched off the bed as the small prickling pain laced nicely
together with the pleasure thrumming through him.
Jotaro did the motion a few more times before pulling his fingers out with a
lewd wet noise.
Now that it was really about to happen, Josuke felt a knot of worry in his gut.
Jotaro seemed to pick up on the change of atmosphere and leaned down to lock
him in another kiss, slower and sweeter than the others. The exchange helped
calm his nerves a bit and he let out a shaky breath as Jotaro pulled away, a
thread of drool connecting their lips before breaking wetly.
Jotaro brought his lube-slick cock to Josuke’s ass and slowly, almost painfully
slow, he pushed the heat in. It hurt more than the fingers, but his excitement
at the act made it only a trivial thing.
Jotaro sighed out a moan, his fingers digging tightly into Josuke’s hips.
Josuke could tell from his furrowed brow and shallow breaths that he was
fighting to not move faster. A part of him wanted Jotaro to do it, to just
slide it all in and fuck him hard and fast, but he knew that they needed to
take it slow, at least for the first time.
Inches were added with great care with brief pauses in between, and Josuke felt
himself gradually become fuller. His prostate was pressed into before he felt
Jotaro’s hips against him and he felt himself clench around the intrusion as he
gasped out a moan.
That seemed to be the end of Jotaro’s patience. He slid the rest of himself
inside of Josuke wih a roll of his pelvis, his warm hips now pressing snugly
against Josuke’s ass.
It was all in. Josuke couldn’t believe it. They were having sex. This is what
it felt like to be full to the brim and being fucked on a cock. Not just any
cock, but the cock of his older nephew, of the quiet and reliable Jotaro.
"Josuke.” Jotaro’s words resounded deep in Josuke’s chest. “So beautiful."
No, you're the one who's beautiful.
His thighs trembled as Jotaro pulled out before pistoning back in, setting a
shallow and slow rhythm. With Jotaro’s size, his prostate was pressed into and
rubbed with every pull and thrust, making Josuke gasp as he felt himself
tighten around Jotaro's cock before loosening, only to tighten again.
Jotaro moaned rawly, and the sound made Josuke’s body start moving
automatically, as if on instinct. He lifted his hips and moved as much as he
could against the mattress, fucking himself on Jotaro, begging with his actions
to receive more. Precum dripped steadily from his cock and landed in a hot,
runny pool on his stomach.
Jotaro, ever astute to any given situation, gave him exactly what he wanted.
Strong bright pleasure buzzed through him and made small moans tumble from his
lips as Jotaro began slamming into him at a rougher pace, his heavy warm balls
hitting his ass.
The sudden onslaught made Josuke’s vision blur with tears of pure bliss and he
couldn’t hold on anymore, cumming with a low whine. He felt hot semen splatter
on his chin with the force of it and the sounds of Jotaro’s uneven panting
carried him through his high.  
“Sorry.” Jotaro huffed, his hips moving faster and pounding into Josuke with
more desperateness. “Almost, ah, almost—“
Josuke didn’t understand the apology until he felt his orgasm begin to wane,
and the movements of Jotaro made his over-sensitive post orgasm body cringe and
shudder. He opened his eyes, unaware that he had closed them, and saw that
Jotaro’s mouth was open silently and at the same time he felt something hot
pour into him. The movements grew sloppy and quick until finally they stuttered
to a stop. Josuke pressed himself firmly against Jotaro’s hips and watched
Jotaro’s face amidst his orgasm. He couldn’t remember ever seeing something so
beautiful. Jotaro sucked in a breath like he had been drowning and exhaled it
on a low groan. Another breath, a slightly lower noise.
When Jotaro’s eyes slid open, he looked down at Josuke with so much tenderness
that Josuke’s heart welled up almost painfully. The man leaned down and kissed
him softly before sliding his sore dick from Josuke and laying comfortably on
top of him. Their bodies were sticky with lube and sweat and Josuke’s cum, but
they didn’t seem to care.
The soft, loose kisses had Josuke feeling like he was in heaven, and the
wetness of lube and cum leaking from his ass only served to heighten the
feeling.
Josuke grinned against Jotaro’s lips.
Jotaro huffed and leaned his head up to look at him. “You really getting hard
again?”
Josuke couldn’t wipe the big, goofy grin from his face. “You’re just so sexy,
Jotaro-san.” I wanna do it again.”
“Yae, yare.” Jotaro muttered, leaning down to kiss Josuke once again.
Chapter End Notes
     shoutout to the person who commissioned this addition to the story
     ;o; I had really wanted to write it but probably never would have
     found the time...I hope yall enjoyed it! \o/
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