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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:
      Joseph_Joestar/Kakyoin_Noriaki, Kakyoin_Noriaki/Kujo_Jotaro
  Character:
      Joseph_Joestar, Kakyoin_Noriaki, Kujo_Jotaro, Jean_Pierre_Polnareff,
      Mohammed_Abdul
  Additional Tags:
      Older_Man/Younger_Man, First_Kiss, First_Time, Flirting, Pining, Anal
      Sex, Fluff_and_Smut, Love_Confessions, Groping, Sexual_Tension, Mildly
      Dubious_Consent
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-04-13 Completed: 2016-05-02 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 13804
****** Put Your Dirty Angel Face Between My Legs ******
by Arrestzelle
Summary
     Kakyoin finds himself crushing on a very stoic, handsome boy his age.
     Meanwhile, said boy's grandfather keeps flirting with him and he
     tries to ignore it. He fails.
Notes
     A commission for someone who's art I adore :^) I hope you like it!!
     Title is from this_song, which I listened to while writing this.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
The common phrase ("Baksheesh!"), blurted out to them in a variety of desperate
tones and pleads with weathered, tanned hands outstretched with a hopeful open
palm. The constant, overwhelming offer of goods and services blend together
into a whirl of confusion, encouraging Kakyoin to take a tentative step back
until he knocks into another man. Wary of being pickpocketed, he casts a quick
glance over his shoulder to see Joseph's equally flustered face, his hand
clamping down on his hat to prevent it from falling off in the midst of the
commotion.
Noticing Kakyoin's anxious face, Joseph turns his wary frown into a grin and
brings his other broad hand down on Kakyoin's shoulder, saying loudly over the
roar of people, “Don't worry, just keep moving!”
Nodding, Kakyoin looks away and continues muttering excuse me's and please move
out of the way's, making sure he's still in range of the other four. Joseph's
hand remains on his shoulder and he assumes it's to prevent separation. The
firm touch even gives him the courage to navigate through this mess until he
feels the back and forth stroking motion of Joseph's thumb over the nape of his
neck. Stopping mid-sentence, Kakyoin freezes for a moment. He fights the urge
to look back at him with expectation of an explanation. Instead, he recovers
from the surprise before pushing through the last of the desperate people.
The hand on his shoulder is gone then and once Kakyoin turns, he looks up at
Joseph who's too busy hollering at the other three to return the glance.
Kakyoin presses his thin lips together, thinking maybe it was by mistake.
Brushing it aside, he looks over to see Jotaro and Polnareff pushing through
the group of people. A scowl is twisting up Jotaro's features, his hand
gripping the bill of his cap to prevent losing it.
Kakyoin lifts a hand to curl it over his mouth, hiding his subtle smile as he
watches Jotaro approach with angry, long strides and an exasperated face,
followed by a bumbling Polnareff. Meanwhile, Abdul is still politely excusing
himself from the beggars with a fond smile.
 
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“Hey, I was wondering, Kakyoin,” Joseph begins suddenly as they're loading bags
of food and supplies into the back of the new truck. The others had been left
behind at the hotel to deal with booking rooms while Kakyoin and Joseph went
shopping. Glancing up, Kakyoin dusts off his hands, brow cocked curiously.
Reaching up, Joseph playfully pinches at the end of Kakyoin's elongated bang
and pulls it down to let it bounce back up into its curl. Grinning, he asks
with intrigue as he took his hand away, “Is your hair naturally this color?”
Kakyoin swallows hard, thrown off a little by that unnecessary touch. He
reaches up to curl his bang subconsciously around two fingers, noticing how
Joseph's blue eyes followed the motion.
“Yes... My mother's hair is a very vibrant red and I suppose I inherited that
trait.”
“Hmm,” Joseph begins in a low, thoughtful hum, his gaze fixing on Kakyoin's
again, “It suits you well. I can't imagine you with a darker, natural color.”
Pausing in his hair twirling, Kakyoin feels his face heat up a little bit. He
always heard the opposite as a kid. That it looks too girly and he should try
to dye it a more “normal” color. He gives Joseph a small, nervous smile.
“Thank you.”
With an eager nod of his head, Joseph reaches out and claps his hand on
Kakyoin's shoulder before stating with a heaved sigh, “We better head back, to
settle in.”
“Right...” Kakyoin replies, noticing how his warm hand lingered longer on his
shoulder than it should have, before reluctantly sliding away.
Is he just imagining this? Maybe Joseph is simply familiar with all this
touching. He is American, after all. It must be cultural difference. He has
read that most Americans are more... Expressive. Kakyoin shakes his head at
himself as he silently gets into the passenger seat, while Joseph rounds the
truck to the driver's side.
 
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He wonders how Jotaro would react if he could read Kakyoin's thoughts. If he
knew how often Kakyoin thought about how gorgeous and handsome and beautiful
and charming and---
Exhaling deeply, Kakyoin ceases that train of thought and instead focuses on
the sharp line of Jotaro's jaw. The curls of his black locks, the fullness of
his lips, the intensity of his green eyes. The way he has his chin set in his
palm, elbow set on the door of the truck with his gaze fixed out on the passing
scenery.
For a while, Kakyoin's gaze is trained on his simple gold earring. How...
strangely cute it is. How it tells its own story. How Jotaro had gone into some
sort of shop to get it done. Or maybe he had a friend do it--or he did it
himself? Or maybe Miss Holly... How old was he when he got it done? Does he
wear different kinds of earrings?
Regardless, it looks really nice on him and Kakyoin's hands itch to grab a
sketchbook and produce a portrait right then and there, to capture Jotaro's
charm.
“Kakyoin, are you hungry? We got some apples and oranges up here in the front,”
Joseph's low, unnecessarily loud voice erupts from the driver's seat, jerking
Kakyoin out of his daydream. Wide amethyst eyes flicking over to the front
seat, Kakyoin stares at the back of Joseph's head before meeting his gaze
through the rearview mirror. His blue eyes are intense. With what, Kakyoin
isn't sure. Swallowing hard, Kakyoin shakes his head.
“Ah, no. Thank you, Joestar-san.”
“Alright, if you say so,” Joseph says with a grin, giving a shrug before
falling silent again, his grin softening. Kakyoin's heart begins to race when
he notices how Joseph's gaze lingers on him for a long moment before his
attention is diverted to the road again. Kakyoin glances over to see Jotaro now
silently staring at him, his sea green eyes slightly curious.
Blushing, Kakyoin looks down at his slender hands in his lap. That was strange.
Beside him, Polnareff snores obnoxiously, obliviously. Glancing over at the
Frenchman's slack, drooling face, Kakyoin wishes he had the gift to pass out as
soon as they start on the road.
 
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The next afternoon, Joseph had gotten them off-track. Again. While that is
understandable considering they're on the back roads of some foreign country,
it is still very frustrating. The truck sits parked on the side of the road,
occupied only by Kakyoin and Joseph, who sit in the front two seats while
Polnareff keeps snoring away in the back. Jotaro had left to piss and Abdul is
checking the tires outside.
“I'm telling you, I turned the right way!” Joseph argues, slapping at the map
with the back of his gloved hand.
“We should be here by now,” Kakyoin repeats himself, brow furrowed as he points
at a section of the map with a slender finger, his violet eyes flicking up to
meet Joseph's frustrated gaze. Running his fingertip down the drawn road on the
map, he continues in a calmer tone, “And we should have turned here about
fifteen kilometers back. But considering there are no helpful signs... We must
have turned around here.”
Eyes downcast to the dusty map, Kakyoin sighs, drawing his hand back from the
wrinkled paper. He's no expert at reading maps, but Joseph must be clueless if
he couldn't figure that out.
“Alright, alright--” Joseph begins, boldly curling his broad arm around
Kakyoin's shoulders, supposedly grabbing his attention so he would watch him
jab at the same road. Kakyoin tenses up, eyes widening as he watches Joseph
trace out the road while blabbing on about backtracking and trying again.
Kakyoin only realizes he isn't paying attention when Joseph looks at him with
an arched, bushy brow and says, “Kakyoin, you're all red. Are you getting
sick?”
When Joseph removes his arm from around his shoulders to take off a glove and
press the back of his hand to his forehead, underneath his short red bangs,
Kakyoin sucks in a breath and ducks his head down, cheeks burning. Polnareff
lets out one perfectly timed rumbling snore.
“E-Excuse me. I need some fresh air, I feel—feel car sick,” he sputters,
pushing away the map with a loud crinkle and immediately scrambling out of the
passenger seat, shoving the door open with a creak before exiting the truck,
the rocks on the ground crunching underfoot.
“Kakyoin!” Joseph calls, but Kakyoin ignores it with a heavy blush and a
pounding heart. He hurries across the road towards Jotaro, who's smoking a few
meters away among the desert brush. He needs to be around someone who won't
overwhelm him. Jotaro casts him a blank look and gives a slight lift of his
head as a hello, while Kakyoin smiles at him shakily. As Kakyoin begins to
describe their problem to a silent Jotaro, just to talk, he can't help but
recall the arm around his shoulders and thinks that Joseph sure is... buff for
a man in his sixties.
 
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Two days later, Kakyoin wins the draw to determine who gets the single hotel
room. Polnareff doesn't whine like last time and seems pretty pleased, based on
how he throws himself at Jotaro, claiming that they're going to have a blast.
Kakyoin envies Polnareff a little, but also doesn't mind the privacy of having
a single room to himself. Meanwhile, Abdul gives Joseph a friendly smile and
then begins to pass out the key cards. Kakyoin forces himself to ignore the
not-so-subtle glance Joseph casts him.
 
With his bag clutched in a slender hand, Kakyoin bids the others a goodnight
after arrangements were made to meet up early in the morning. He manages to
make it to his room, change out of his sweaty, stifling uniform into his
pyjamas, and brush his teeth before there's a knock on the door. Thinking it's
Polnareff, coming to pester him into hanging out all night rather than getting
some sleep, he quickly wipes off his mouth and then exits the bathroom to
approach the door.
Drawing it open, he's faced with Joseph, who gives him a wide, friendly smile.
“Hey, mind if I come in?”
Swallowing hard, Kakyoin hesitates just a moment before he steps aside.
“I was just concerned... Are you sure you're feeling alright? You seemed a
little flushed today, too. Couldn't help but notice,” Joseph begins as Kakyoin
shuts the door quietly and turns to him. With a lopsided grin, Joseph shrugs,
running a gloved hand through his short silver locks as he continues, “Don't
want you to get sick on the road, y'know? 'Cause I can go run and get some
medicine if you're not feeling well.”
“I'm feeling just fine, thank you, Joestar-san,” Kakyoin says with a kind
smile, feeling a tad awkward just standing with the older man in his striped
pyjamas. But it can't really be helped. Humming lowly, Joseph nods and eyes him
up and down fleetingly. Kakyoin hates how easily he begins to blush.
Now that they're standing there silently, a heavy mood settles and Kakyoin
can't help but return the ogling. With a sweep of his lavender eyes over
Joseph's figure, Kakyoin furrows his brow. Has the other man always been
this... What's the word he's looking for.
Meeting Joseph's deep blue eyes with his own, Kakyoin swallows as his heart
begins to race again.
Charming. That's the word.
Stepping up closer to him, Joseph looks down into his wide, amethyst eyes.
Kakyoin searches in his eyes, his cheeks hot and mouth falling open slightly.
Kakyoin isn't quite positive but... He has a feeling Joseph has interest in
him. The way he's looking down at him... It's how Polnareff looks at food. With
intimate intention to devour.
Kakyoin gasps when broad hands suddenly slide over his waist. He glances down,
seeing Joseph's gloved hands curling around his slender sides. His hands are so
big in comparison to his waist. Moving around to settle on the small of his
back, pulling him closer. It's... Surprisingly arousing. Kakyoin looks back up
to meet his gaze again.
“Jo—Joestar-san--” Kakyoin breathes, his hands raised up by Joseph's shoulders,
though they hover, apprehensive. Joseph looks into his eyes, pausing only for a
moment, before he leans in to press his mouth to the teen's. Kakyoin's hands
curl into fists, lingering above Joseph's shoulders as he closes his eyes and
shyly returns it. It's his first kiss, if his racing heart and unsure pursing
of his mouth had any indication.
Joseph's beard rubs against his cheeks and chin as their lips move, slow and
exploratory at first. It soon leaves Kakyoin breathless and shaky. Joseph's
lips are confident and experienced, gradually intensifying the kiss into
mindless mashing of their mouths until Kakyoin can't think straight.
Breaking the kiss to mouth at Kakyoin's jaw and neck, Joseph breathes against
his skin, “You're so beautiful, Kakyoin. Let me do things to you.”
Tilting his head to the side with his long bang falling across his closed eyes,
Kakyoin finally settles his shy hands on Joseph's broad shoulders. He lets out
a sharp gasp when Joseph bites gently at his jaw as his broad hands slide up
over his back slowly, across the soft fabric of his pyjamas. During it all,
Kakyoin can't help but shamefully think of Jotaro, if only because of guilt.
“Tell me,” Joseph murmurs, his lips pressing so intimately to Kakyoin's
earlobe. Kakyoin, shaking in his embrace, lets out a breathless exhale and
nods, his red locks swaying with the motion.
“Ah... D-Do what you want. I'm... I'm not very experienced, though, Joestar-
san.”
“That's good, that's fine. Lay down.”
 
Goosebumps rise on his pale skin when his unbuttoned pyjama top is drawn open
with gloveless hands sliding across his heaving chest, revealing his slender
torso and pink nipples. Joseph looks down at him with flushed cheeks and wide,
amazed eyes. Kakyoin usually can feel calm about most things, but for some
reason his face won't stop burning and his heart keeps pounding away. His
fingers curl nervously into the covers while Joseph straddles his hips, running
his warm, broad hands over his heaving chest. His artificial hand is thankfully
warm, otherwise Kakyoin might have jerked with discomfort.
“Am I a lucky man tonight,” Joseph murmurs with a grin as he rubs firmly at his
nipples with his thumbs, which has Kakyoin biting his lip. Embarrassed, Kakyoin
says nothing and only watches as the other man ran his hands down over his
sides, lower and lower until he reached the waistband of his pyjama pants. The
front is blatantly tented and Joseph flashes him a proud grin because of it.
Kakyoin hides his face behind a pale hand, which has Joseph laughing lowly.
“Can I take this off? And, uh, your underwear?” Joseph asks in a low rumble,
curling his fingers around the waistband of his pants. Kakyoin appreciates the
careful check for consent. He nods from behind his hand and lifts his hips when
needed to help him wiggle it off, along with his underwear. His long, slender
cock bobs up and settles into his simple tuft of red hair. Licking his lips,
Joseph grips the base and angles it up, staring at it and finding the slight
left lean to it cute.
Peeking past his fingers, Kakyoin watches as Joseph leans in and licks a broad
stripe up the flushed shaft, his hips canting up shakily once his hot tongue
reached the sensitive underside of his cock head. Grinning widely, Joseph
watches his face as he then takes the pink head into his mouth, his cheeks
hollowing noticeably. Kakyoin lets out a breathless gasp and melts back into
the bed, mouth falling open and red locks splaying out over the pillows under
him. As he goes down on the teen, Joseph runs his broad, calloused fingers
through his soft, red pubic hair, appreciating how cute he is through touch.
 
Having a man quadruple his age pinning him down to the bed is the last thing
Kakyoin expected when he joined the other three on the trip to Egypt. But it
isn't so bad, not when he's moaning so openly as a now nude Joseph rubs his
rock hard, dripping cock between his ass cheeks, leaving lines of pre-come with
each rock of his hips.
“Jo--Joestar-san,” Kakyoin moans, his legs shaking and back curling as he feels
Joseph's thick pubic hair and belly hair brush against his pale skin with each
thrust of his hips. Body quivering and flushed a pink all over, Kakyoin pants
hard and peeks over his shoulder back at Joseph, meeting his dilated, blue eyed
gaze.
“Please put it back in me...” Kakyoin murmurs, covering his mouth with a shy
hand, his arm curled up close to himself. Grinning widely, Joseph hums lowly,
his short curly hair clinging to his forehead with sweat, chest heaving. He
finally grips his cock and sweeps the wet head down between Kakyoin's cheeks,
making the teen gasp and arch his hips. When Joseph slowly pushes back into his
used, pink hole with a vulgar wet noise that only embarrasses the redhead,
Kakyoin shoves his ass back against him and moans.
Having Joseph laying entirely on top of him, smothering him and pinning him
down to the bed with his weight, is such a tremendous turn on—more than it
should be. It has Kakyoin biting his lip between his teeth and humming lowly in
pleasure as he rocks his ass back into the curve of Joseph's hips, which coaxes
a low moan from the older man.
Then Joseph is adjusting himself on top of him, setting his broad hands on the
small of Kakyoin's back and holding him still as he began to rock his hips down
into the boy, thrusting right into his prostate each time.
“Ah, God—Jo-Joestar-san, nngh!” Kakyoin whines with a twisted up face, pulling
up tight fistfuls of the covers as Joseph rams down into him, making the bed
squeak with each thrust. Joseph grunts lowly with each snap of his hips, his
eyes narrowed and cheeks flushed a deep pink. He admires the way Kakyoin
fidgeted restlessly and hid his face in the pillows, his red locks strewn over
them prettily.
“You want me to pull out or come in you?” Joseph breathlessly asks, glancing
down to watch as he drilled his flushed cock repeatedly into Kakyoin's cute
little ass. Silent, Kakyoin drowns in the (aroused) embarrassment of feeling
Joseph's balls smacking against his with each deep thrust. Swallowing hard,
Kakyoin is unable to think straight for a second, his thoughts short-circuiting
with each hard thrust against that part inside him that made his toes curl.
“I--” Kakyoin gasps, chest heaving hard against the blankets with his mouth
agape, drool oozing down onto the bed from his bottom lip. Joseph slows his
thrusts, giving long, deep rocks of his hips that has Kakyoin pushing his ass
back into it while moaning softly. He licks his lips shakily before saying
breathlessly, “O-Oh... You...can, mmh... C-Come in me—Ah!”
Joseph had shoved his hand under Kakyoin's belly amidst his talking, and only
interrupts him by gripping his flushed cock. He begins to slowly stroke him
with a tight fist, in time with his deep, slow thrusts. Kakyoin begins to moan
and sob, rocking his ass back into Joseph's hips and then down into his fist.
“Joestar-san... I'm going to come...” Kakyoin whispers, his breathless pants
making his long red bang flutter in front of his face, his slender fingers
curling tightly into the covers. Joseph grunts lowly, leaning in with his chest
pressing down on Kakyoin's back. He kisses at his shoulder, his beard tickling
his skin. He jerked him off with a consistent tugging of his hand, pumping his
hips in tandem with it until he's stilling, pressing down into him hard enough
to make Kakyoin gasp.
Groaning lowly into the boy's ear, Joseph hits the edge, his mouth falling open
from the euphoria. Kakyoin feels his cock jerk and shoot his load inside him,
and it's enough for him to follow suit and spurt a few long ropes of come
against Joseph's fingers and the covers, his hips jerking and twitching back
against the other man as he gasps loudly.
For a minute Joseph lays on top of him as they both recover, slowly pulling his
hand out from underneath him. Kakyoin hums softly, weakly, feeling oddly
content. He likes it, being under Joseph's warm, heavy weight. With his eyes
closed and his red locks getting in his face, Kakyoin dozes off under Joseph,
warm and comfortable, while the older man slowly moved them onto their sides,
his softening cock slipping out as he situates their bodies.
Kakyoin only stirs a minute later when he feels gentle lips kiss his jaw and a
beard tickle his neck and ear. He laughs a little before feeling Joseph slide a
warm, muscular arm around his waist and pull him back against his hairy chest
and belly. It's nice and has Kakyoin smiling faintly, unaware of the upcoming
consequence and regret as he lets himself drift off into a wanted, cozy sleep.
Five minutes later, Joseph reluctantly rises from the bed to grab some tissue
to clean up the sleeping boy.
 
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Tomorrow morning when they barely make the scheduled time in the morning to
meet up with the others, Kakyoin stops in his tracks when he makes eye contact
with Jotaro from across the hotel lobby. His heart drops into his stomach and
he has to look away from Jotaro's piercing gaze.
What has he done?
As soon as they step up to the other three, the first thing that's spoken from
Abdul is, “Mr. Joestar, where were you last night? You never returned to our
room.”
Kakyoin knows Abdul is not an oblivious man, but he must find the concept of
them fucking so farfetched and impossible that he didn't even consider it. On
the other hand, when Kakyoin reluctantly glances up towards Jotaro with a rock
in his gut, he can tell that is something Jotaro definitely considered.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Jotaro intends to confront Kakyoin about fucking his grandfather. An
     entirely separate, unexpected truth emerges and changes everything.
Chapter Notes
     A commissioned continuation for this fic :^) I went overboard because
     this was really enjoyable to write.
It's been thirteen hours since Jotaro realized Kakyoin fucked his grandfather.
It's late at night, with a sky full of vibrant stars. The wheels of their truck
rush over the dirt and loose rocks of the winding path, through a maze of
mountains in the back alley of Pakistan. It's cold and Jotaro, while prideful,
has let Polnareff lean against him in the backseat if only because he's big and
warm and keeps Jotaro from shivering. Beside him Abdul is sleeping as well, but
took it upon himself to lean against the car door instead.
With his cap pulled down over his eyes, Jotaro feigns sleep. While Joseph
drives, Kakyoin sits in the passenger seat. Too polite to tell Joseph to shut
up, so Joseph has been rambling on and on for the last half hour or so,
occasionally reaching out to nudge the redhead or set a gloved hand on the back
of his seat. Each flirtatious touch or gesture has Jotaro gritting his teeth or
narrowing his eyes. Not at Kakyoin, but at his grandfather.
Kakyoin is so blatantly uncomfortable. His eye twitches with each touch and he
hasn't smiled once and keeps looking out the window instead of at Joseph. His
body language had calmed Jotaro's initial rage, indicating that Kakyoin had
regret. Jotaro has yet to figure out the details, but he can't blame the other
teen. It's his fucking grandfather that deserves a good fist to the face.
After another boisterous laugh from the older man and another nudge to
Kakyoin's slender arm, the redhead making a slight face at the touch, Jotaro
kicks the back of Joseph's seat, jostling the man from the strength of it.
Joseph pauses and throws a glare through the rear view mirror towards Jotaro.
“Shut the fuck up, you old man. I'm trying to sleep.”
“Alright, sheesh! You could have just asked, Jotaro! So mean, to your dear old
grandpa.”
Jotaro grinds his teeth, his green eyes narrowed under the brim of his hat.
Only after flicking his gaze back over to Kakyoin does he realize the redhead
is looking back at him, a look of surprise on his face. Immediately taming his
annoyed expression, Jotaro just frowns, looking into Kakyoin's curious violet
eyes, until the other teen looked away again.
At least now the old man won't be touching Kakyoin again. What a fucking perv.
How dare he flirt with Kakyoin like that? Does he have any idea of how messed
up it is that he fucked Kakyoin? He has a fucking wife. What the hell is wrong
with him? Jotaro can't help but grind his teeth again, thinking about it. Like
hell he's going to be able to sleep. Not when nauseating visual images come
floating through his thoughts. Visuals depicting different scenarios that could
have happened.
If Kakyoin was eager for it. If Kakyoin was the one that initiated it. If the
old man came onto the teen, and Kakyoin refused him but Joseph kept insisting
and insisting until Kakyoin had no choice. Jotaro nearly wants to kick through
Joseph's seat and Joseph thinking about it.
Clenching his eyes shut, Jotaro forces himself to think of something else.
He thinks of the time he went on a walk with Kakyoin by the local river a few
cities back and Kakyoin had described a couple foods he wanted to try while
they were there, and that maybe Jotaro could go with him if he wanted to. He
thinks about the time he watched a documentary about elephants with Kakyoin in
their hotel room at three in the morning. He thinks about that time a week ago
when Kakyoin asked if he wanted anything from the vending machine downstairs at
their hotel, and came back with the snacks Jotaro requested before they talked
about the Bermuda Triangle and other unimportant topics for an hour.
Eventually, it brings a faint smile to his face and calms the disturbance in
his thoughts. Polnareff snores loudly against his shoulder, and Kakyoin
continues to gaze out of the window with his chin propped in a hand. Abdul
sleeps soundly beside him, the stars are out, the passing wind whistles by in a
soft whisper, and then just for a moment everything is okay.
 
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Two days later, after three nights of less than desirable sleeping conditions,
Joseph finally agrees to spending a night in a hotel. In the lobby, Abdul goes
about booking rooms with the attendant that doesn't speak English, while the
other four stand together in wait.
Jotaro notices how Joseph stands a little too close to Kakyoin. The old man
gives Kakyoin a grin, like a promise, and Kakyoin looks away with a furrow in
his brow, a blush in his face. And Jotaro doesn't like it. Polnareff makes some
offhand comment about the dust smell in the lobby but Jotaro pays him no mind.
“Old man,” Jotaro calls, earning a glance from both Joseph and the nervous
redhead. But then Kakyoin glances away once their gazes meet, noticeably
uncomfortable with eye contact. It has Jotaro's frown deepening, but he meets
Joseph's questioning gaze regardless and asks, “Have you called the doctors at
home yet?”
A look of realization crosses Joseph's face.
“Ah, you're right. I can do that once we get our rooms. Good thinking, Jotaro.”
Without saying anything, Jotaro nods. Then Abdul comes walking up with the key
cards. At least now Joseph can't harass Kakyoin.
 
This time, Joseph wins the draw to determine who gets the single room.
Polnareff loudly states he and Abdul will share a room. The Egyptian gives him
a tired look, while Jotaro glances at Kakyoin. Kakyoin looked like he was
sweating bullets, his violet eyes flicking back and forth from Jotaro's eyes to
the floor. Jotaro couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.
Maybe Kakyoin was hoping Polnareff would throw himself at him and insist they
share rooms. He probably would have preferred that.
It's increasingly obvious that Kakyoin is aware that Jotaro knows the truth.
Maybe he's afraid of confrontation. Confrontation seems inevitable at this
point, even if Jotaro would rather not deal with it. But, he has to get to the
bottom of this. To determine if he really needs to kick his grandfather's ass.
 
Jotaro expected Kakyoin to avoid staying with him in the hotel room, like
asking Polnareff to switch with him. He expected Kakyoin to hole himself up and
refuse to speak to him. Avoidance to some degree. But he just sits down on the
edge of his bed, facing the other laying teen, and states, “Jotaro, we need to
talk.”
Peeking over at him past the bill of his hat with his arms folded behind his
head, Jotaro says nothing at first. He grabs his hat and readjusts it on his
head before sitting up with a quiet creak of the cheap bed. He crosses his
broad arms, the clunky chain on his uniform clinking around from the movement.
He waits for Kakyoin to say something, his cold stare fixed on the teen's
determined expression.
But over a span of one minute of hesitation, Kakyoin's set expression lessens
into something anxious. Jotaro gets impatient. So he just spits it out, staring
Kakyoin straight in the eye as he demands in a firm tone, “Did you fuck my
grandfather?”
Sitting ramrod straight, Kakyoin's eyes widen, blinking a few times as he
recovers from the abrupt, bold question.
“I—I--” he sputters, blushing pretty hard. Jotaro notices how even his ears
were tinted a red. It's cute. Despite the circumstance, it's cute.
“I... Yes,” Kakyoin mumbled, leaning forward to shamefully bury his flushed
face in his hands. Jotaro's heart hammers away, stomach twisting with disgust
and an equal amount of jealousy. His hands clench into fists on his thighs.
Kakyoin sighs heavily, sitting back up and meeting Jotaro's narrow-eyed gaze.
“I don't know why,” Kakyoin says quietly, averting his gaze from Jotaro's hard
eyes to his broad chest, “He was... He was flirting with me relentlessly and I
guess it kinda... Made me feel special. Like someone actually wanted me. So I
guess it got to my head and when he started... Coming onto me. I guess I let it
happen.”
“You do realize he's married,” Jotaro mumbled, feeling sick just from hearing
Kakyoin talking about it. He doesn't want the details. Knowing it's the truth
is enough already. He wants to punch something.
“That's...! I know but that's something you should throw in his face!” Kakyoin
huffs, suddenly defensive, his hands in tight fists. He continues, flustered
and a tad panicked.
“He's the married man. At the time, I could only think about how he wanted me,
not how he's cheating on his wife with me.”
“So? You still contributed to it,” Jotaro growls, ignoring the anxiety curling
in his gut upon seeing Kakyoin's frustrated, slightly hurt expression. “You
fucked him. You chose to overlook the consequence.”
Sighing heavily, Kakyoin dropped his gaze guiltily down to his hands in his
lap, fidgeting his long fingers together. He's silent for a moment, his long
red bang hiding a part of his saddened expression.
“I know... I'm sorry, Jotaro. I immediately regretted it after. I never meant
for it to go that far.”
“Was he your first?”
Glancing up with widened eyes, Kakyoin pauses, searching in Jotaro's sea green
eyes, as if he's determining if he heard him right. Jotaro doesn't repeat
himself. Kakyoin swallows hard, jaw tensing. He raises a hand to play with his
long bang, curling it around two fingers--a nervous tic of his that Jotaro has
grown to recognize.
“Yes,” Kakyoin mutters, blushing deeply again. He hangs his head a little to
hide his expression, but Jotaro can still see the look of embarrassment on his
face. Jotaro swallows hard, his own face heating up a little bit.
But now, he's only angry. That his good for nothing grandfather was this boy's
first. Hiscrush's first. (A voice in the back of his head growls that it should
have been him.) Jotaro grinds his teeth. What a fucking scumbag.
“Listen... Jotaro,” Kakyoin begins again, meeting Jotaro's hard gaze. Jotaro
arches a thick brow, prompting him. Kakyoin gets up from his bed and crosses
the distance between their beds to take a seat beside him. That surprises
Jotaro and has him tensing up, though he doesn't scoot away. This close, Jotaro
can smell the cheap hotel soap on him.
“This might be bad timing, but I want to get it off my chest,” Kakyoin murmurs,
soft and sincere. Jotaro wishes his heart would shut the fuck up and calm down
with this stupid fast pounding bullshit. His face, too. It needs to chill with
the blushing. But no, his face continues to burn and his heart races so fast he
can feel it against his ribcage. Star Platinum stirs uneasily within him,
sensing his flustered, uncomfortable state. Jotaro ignores it and instead
stares at Kakyoin with a hard, calm gaze when in reality a thousand
possibilities have already swam through his wild thoughts.
When a soft, slender hand rests over his clenched fist, Jotaro blinks a couple
times, glancing down to stare at the sight of having Kakyoin's hand resting
over his. Jotaro slowly unravels his fist. His heart nearly bursts out of his
ribcage when Kakyoin curls his long fingers around his.
“I...” Kakyoin begins in a whisper, looking up at him with determination in his
eyes. Jotaro swallows hard. Kakyoin glances down to his lap, suddenly losing
the courage to look in his eyes while saying it.
“I like you. I have liked you since you saved me. I... I really, really like
you. I wanted my f—first time to be with you. But I kind of messed up along the
way.”
Jotaro couldn't believe what he's hearing. This was definitely one of the
things he considered Kakyoin “getting off his chest”, but by far not one of the
more likely possibilities. This had been just a hopeful outcome, and now it's
reality. Jotaro blows a fuse somewhere inside his head. Gears get stuck
together and steam starts to come out of his ears. Everything short-circuits.
What the fuck is happening?
After he takes a moment to sort his thoughts out, he swallows hard and faintly,
ever so faintly, squeezes his hand around Kakyoin's fingers. Kakyoin sucks in a
breath beside him at that. Jotaro pulls down on the cap on his head, hoping to
hide his blush.
“I like you, too,” Jotaro mutters, the lowest he can mutter. Then he sighs and
adds on reluctantly, “And I want my first time to be with you... too.”
“I... Oh, gosh,” Kakyoin sputters, before he lets out a small laugh and
squeezes his hand affectionately around Jotaro's. Jotaro's heart leaps into his
throat at that and he nearly bends in half trying to hide his blushing face,
hand still gripping the bill of his cap. Snickering, Kakyoin leans against his
side and muses in a teasing voice, “You're cute when you blush, you know,
Jojo?”
“Shut up. You're cute, too. I mean. When you blush.”
“Aw, you think I'm cute.”
“....Yeah,” Jotaro mumbles, reluctantly taking his hand away from his hat to
reveal his glaring, flushed face. Kakyoin smiles warmly, his cheeks tinted a
deep pink as well. He nudges his shoulder against Jotaro's before saying
quietly, “This isn't how I expected it to turn out. I thought you would rocket
me to the moon for...”
“And you think I still won't do that?”
Laughing, Kakyoin pipes up happily, “Nope! Because you have a big, fat crush on
me apparently.”
“Good grief--” Jotaro mutters, pulling his hand away from Kakyoin's.
“No, wait, I take it back!” Kakyoin laughs, reaching out to grab at his arm
again, but Jotaro makes him work for it by raising it up high. Childishly,
Kakyoin keeps trying to pull his arm back down to hold hands once more, but
Jotaro moves his arm out of reach whenever he nearly manages to snatch it back
down again. Eventually Kakyoin just shoves him over, though Jotaro lets it
happen, flopping over with a faint smile on his lips. His hat rolls off of his
head, exposing black curly locks. Jotaro reaches for it as he begins to sit up
again, but Kakyoin smacks it out of reach while blatantly leaning over him with
a triumphant grin.
“You're being flirty,” Jotaro points out in a blank tone, cursing the blush
that creeps up on his face now that his hat is gone and Kakyoin is looming over
him with a hand propped on the bed. His long bang hangs down towards Jotaro.
Jotaro wants to swat at it just to annoy Kakyoin, but the redhead humming and
shrugging in response has him pausing.
“I am.”
“Why? Are you hoping it'll go somewhere.”
Laughing with a faint blush, Kakyoin reaches up and tucks his bang behind an
ear, effectively destroying Jotaro's objective to swat at it. He knocks his
knee against Jotaro's a couple times as he murmurs softly in answer, “Yeah. I
want to kiss you.”
Jotaro swallows hard and licks his full lips. He boldly raises his hand to
touch Kakyoin on the side, fingers fitting in the dip of his hourglass waist.
“I won't stop you.”
Grinning a little, Kakyoin says nothing, only searches in his hard eyes.
Silence hangs for a moment as they stare at each other, until Kakyoin finally
gathers the courage to lean in towards him. Jotaro props up onto a low elbow,
wanting at least some leverage during his first kiss with his crush. Kakyoin
pauses, their noses nearly touching, and looks into Jotaro's calm eyes one last
time before angling his head and closing the distance between their mouths.
Staring at Kakyoin's closed eyes for the first second of it, Jotaro awkwardly
purses his mouth against Kakyoin's until the other boy led him into a deeper,
smoother kiss. Their lips moved unsure at first, but then gradually became a
sensual dance of their lips. A warm overlapping. A slow back and forth pursing
of their mouths. Jotaro grabs Kakyoin's bicep in the middle of it, and in
return Kakyoin cups the side of his face, slender fingers resting among the
short black curls of his typically unseen hair.
Before it could progress into a make out session, Kakyoin slowly pulls away.
When Jotaro opens his eyes again to look into amethyst irises, he can't help
but crack a tiny smile. He wishes he could hide it somehow, but then he decides
Kakyoin can enjoy the sight of his smile. His smiles can only be for Kakyoin.
That's just fine by him.
Grinning in return, Kakyoin cups Jotaro's face with both hands and plants one
kiss between his thick eyebrows before pulling back again. Jotaro huffs and
blushes.
“Jotaro,” Kakyoin begins, taking his hands from his flushed face. Jotaro hums
lowly in acknowledgment, moving to sit up when Kakyoin gets off of him. He
grabs his hat, fiddles with it in his hands, before deciding he shouldn't hide
this part of him from Kakyoin. Doesn't matter, and Kakyoin seems to like him
without it anyways. He sets it aside.
“Do you think... In case something were to happen,” Kakyoin continues, earning
a curious glance from the other teen, who then notices the heavy blush on
Kakyoin's face.
“Do you think we'll... have sex, before the end of the trip?” Kakyoin murmurs,
peeking over at him. He licks his lips nervously before continuing with a weak
smile, “I—I was hoping we could. Because, there's always that concern. Of one
of us... getting hurt. And I don't want to live with regret, if something were
to happen and we didn't act on what we want while we still can.”
“Yeah,” Jotaro answers plainly, scratching at the back of his head with his
heart hammering away in his chest. He crosses his thick arms and looks over at
the other boy.
“Yeah, I think we will. But not now. Not after having a conversation about what
happened with the old man.”
“No, I know!” Kakyoin sputters, waving a hand around with an embarrassed face,
“God, no. But... later on.”
“Yeah.”
“When do you think...?”
“Next time we stay at a hotel,” Jotaro mutters, peeking at him from the corner
of his eye. Smiling with a sweet tint to his cheeks, Kakyoin nods and scoots
closer to lean against his side. He sets one hand over Jotaro's forearm, so
boldly affectionate already and they've only confessed to each other ten
minutes ago. Jotaro remains silent, secretly enjoying the connection of their
bodies. Then Kakyoin says a bit softer, “I thought... You would be angrier.
About me and Joestar-san.”
“I'm mad,” Jotaro begins, earning a worried glance from the redhead. He looks
into Kakyoin's concerned violet eyes as he continues, saying calmly, “But only
at the old man. I'm gonna beat some sense into him.”
“Just... go easy on him so he can at least drive. I know whatever I say won't
help change your mind, but we do need him for the remainder of the trip.”
“Fine.”
 
Nearly an hour later, they both agree that they don't want to watch TV after
all and shut off the tiny television before getting ready for bed. Jotaro first
takes a piss and then dresses down into his boxers, which he typically does on
hot as fuck nights like this one, and flops into bed. While he gets
comfortable, Kakyoin goes into the bathroom to brush his teeth and change into
his pyjamas.
After goodnight's have been said and Kakyoin's lamp has been turned off, they
lay in silence and in darkness for a solid ten minutes before Kakyoin speaks
up, pulling Jotaro away from nearly drifting off to sleep.
“Hey, Jotaro?”
“Nnn?”
“Can... We sleep together?”
“Nnn... If you want. It's hot as hell, though.”
Jotaro even took off his hat because it was making his hair sweaty, when he
typically sleeps with it on. After a shift of covers and the settling of feet
on carpet, Kakyoin then rises and crosses the distance between their beds.
“Ah, maybe I'll just hold your hand.”
“So you were planning to cuddle, then,” Jotaro mumbles, finally opening his
eyes to squint at Kakyoin through the dim light of the moon seeping in through
the open window of their hotel room. Smiling softly, Kakyoin nods. He looks
oddly... beautiful in the faint light. Jotaro stares, hoping the blush in his
cheeks isn't noticeable. Kakyoin nudges him aside and flops down beside him, on
top of the covers.
“Gimme your hand,” Kakyoin mutters as he situates himself onto his side, facing
the other. He sets his slender hand up between them like an invitation. Jotaro
swallows hard. He awkwardly shifts onto his side, making the bed shake with his
weight, before bringing his broad, sun-tanned hand up to settle it over
Kakyoin's.
Kakyoin curls his long fingers around the back of Jotaro's hand and then that's
that. They're officially holding hands. Jotaro senses this peculiar warmth of
adoration in his chest, an uncommon occurrence that puzzles him. Kakyoin closes
his eyes and nuzzles himself into the pillows, his long curly bang scrunching
up against it.
Jotaro cracks a little smile. He's too cute, sometimes.
 
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Jotaro waits until the other four are seated at a table in the hotel's
breakfast area before staring his grandfather down with a cold look, saying
firmly, “Old man. Get up. I need to talk to you.”
A startled look passes through the faces of the other four before Joseph arches
a brow, glances towards the other three of the group, before he shrugs and
rises from the table. His face hardens once he catches the dark expression on
Jotaro's face. Kakyoin remains silent, watching the pair with a collected gaze,
continuing to do so even as they pace out of the dining area. As he cracks open
the small breakfast menu, he lets Hierophant's tentacles trail after the pair.
They exit the eatery and step through the lobby towards one of the hallways.
After turning the corner, breaking visual contact with the group, Jotaro turns
to face Joseph with his hands in his pockets, stance relaxed with his stoney
eyes fixed on the old man's controlled expression.
Silently, Hierophant's head pops up from the mass of tentacles around the
corner.
“Flirting with Kakyoin ends now,” Jotaro begins in a firm tone, before Joseph
could speak. A look of shock crosses Joseph's face.
“What are you talking about, Jotaro? What flirting?”
“Cut the crap. You cheating on Grandma Suzie isn't my business, no matter how
fucked up it is. But you stay the fuck away from Kakyoin, you understand? He
isn't interested in you.”
This time, Joseph is the one who looks angry. Crossing his thick arms, the
older man furrows his bushy brows and growls, “What the hell are you saying,
Jotaro? I'm not a gay man. Where did this even come from? Are you hearing
yourself right now? How dare you accuse me--”
“Last night he told me that you two fucked, at the other hotel,” Jotaro cut him
off with venom laced into his words, green eyes narrowed at the other man,
“Although I already knew, beforehand. You're not subtle at all, old man.”
The facade of disbelief fades from Joseph's face and then he just sighs. He
runs a gloved hand over his face, before he raises that hand towards Jotaro as
if to placate him, saying lowly, “Listen. That was foolish of me. I know it was
wrong. I have no reason, or excuse. I won't... make advances on the boy
anymore.”
“You fucking—Did you even think of Grandma Suzie?” Jotaro spat, letting his
anger boil over. He curls his lip at Joseph, eyes narrowed in disgust. Joseph
rubs at the back of his neck, eyes downcast to the gaudy hotel carpet as Jotaro
goes on in a low growl, “I can't change the past. It isn't my life to, and
frankly, that's your problem. But you gotta take a fuckin' step back, old man.”
Then he turns and leaves. Striding away from a silent Joseph, his hands curl
into fists in his pockets. As he's turning out of the hallway, he glances down
just in time to spot the end of one of Hierophant's tentacles slipping away.
Good grief. Kakyoin, that ass.
Jotaro pulls down on the brim of his hat and makes his way back towards the
table.
 
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Two days pass since they've departed from that hotel. Back in the dirt roads,
passing only desert and lifeless plains.
Jotaro is bored out of his mind. He's exhausted all thoughts about the comics
he's secretly into, his mother, Kakyoin, and a few of his favorite movies.
There isn't shit out here to do and he doesn't have enough interests to last
him another six hours. He sighs to himself and continues staring out the
window.
It's like this for another good twenty minutes before Kakyoin dog-ears a page
of his book and then turns the paperback book diagonally, flips the back cover
around to pin it to the front, exposing a blank brown page. By then Jotaro is
watching from the corner of his eye from under his cap, curious. Kakyoin
produces a pen and begins to draw a series of lines. Meanwhile, Polnareff,
still nudged between the two front seats, continues babbling on to Joseph and
Abdul about how they should find a hotel that has a pool and a good supply of
sunscreen lotion because seriously guys, my shoulders are screaming at me.
Look—Look, there's a good bit of skin coming off right there--
“Guess a letter,” Kakyoin murmurs in their native tongue, nudging Jotaro with
his elbow, his violet eyes flicking up towards Jotaro's face. By then, Jotaro
realizes it's Hangman. He snorts quietly, shaking his head at Kakyoin's choice
of entertainment. The first word is a single space.
“Uh... 'A',” Jotaro says, now thoroughly interested seeing as there's nothing
else to do and Kakyoin is being cute. Kakyoin's slender fingers look nice while
holding a pen. The redhead writes out one lowercase 'a', though it's not the
first word like Jotaro assumed. Jotaro furrows his brow and thinks about it.
While the endless desert passes them and Abdul continues nagging Polnareff
about looking into purchasing proper attire for the remainder of the trip,
Jotaro stares at the five blank words laid out for him to figure out.
 
It takes a long five minutes, with Kakyoin being merciful and doodling little
details onto the hanging stick man if only to give him more chances, before
Jotaro figures it out.
Staring back up at Jotaro's blushing face in Kakyoin's smooth handwriting is
the phrase, “I want to kiss you.”
Taking the pen from Kakyoin's pale hand, ignoring the smirk on the redhead's
face, Jotaro scribbles down in his blocky handwriting, trying his best to
recall how to write out the English alphabet, “You're gay.”
Jotaro nearly cracks a smile once Kakyoin snorted. Snatching the pen back from
Jotaro, Kakyoin writes in kanji this time, like a secret only Jotaro could
read, “As soon as I get a chance today, expect a kiss from me, Kujo. It's going
to happen.”
Kakyoin smiles to himself, purposefully meeting Jotaro's hard green eyes with
his own while passing back the pen. Jotaro takes the other teen's slender hand
before he could pull it away, his broad, calloused fingers clutching at it.
Kakyoin pauses and lets him grip his hand. Jotaro raises the pen to the pale
skin of it.
He slowly draws out a simple, entirely sarcastic “♡”.
 
Five hours later, just as the sun begins to paint the sky with pinks and
oranges, they come to a well-deserved stop at an open gas station with an
adjoined small store, a few miles outside of a major city. As Joseph tells
everyone to go to the bathroom or get some food if they're hungry, Jotaro
thinks that a major city could mean a potential hotel to stay at. Face
emotionless, it hides the true excitement and anxiety curling in his gut.
“Hey, Polnareff?” Kakyoin calls out as Polnareff cheers at the prospect of a
nice bathroom and begins to clamber out. Pausing, the Frenchman pops his head
back into the car, arching a brow. Meanwhile, Abdul steps out to enter the gas
station as well.
“Can you grab me something filling? Like, food,” Kakyoin asks in a polite tone,
though the smile on his face is forced, “I'm feeling too exhausted to get up
right now.”
“Sure thing, petit bijou,” Polnareff says with a beaming smile. Then he glances
towards Jotaro.
“Anything for you, Jotaro?”
“I'm fine,” Jotaro mutters. Nodding, Polnareff then shuts the door behind
himself and runs after Abdul, before throwing himself at the Egyptian. Kakyoin
leans across the backseat towards the window of the door to look out, Jotaro
watching as he does. After making sure Joseph isn't pumping gas outside of the
car right now and that no one else is in sight, he turns back to the other.
Jotaro swallows hard when he notices the slight smirk on the redhead's face.
Scooting closer to Jotaro, Kakyoin sets his hand on Jotaro's thigh and looks up
at him with a softer smile and bright lavender eyes. Jotaro's heart begins to
hammer, his eyes searching in Kakyoin's as he remains silent. Kakyoin licks his
lips before he leans over towards him, having to arch himself up a bit to reach
his height. Jotaro angles his head at the last moment before meeting the kiss
with a firm pursing of his mouth against Kakyoin's.
“Mmmh,” Kakyoin hums into it, so blatantly pleased by it with his hand cupping
the side of Jotaro's neck. Jotaro feels a punch of arousal in his gut at that.
Their lips move together, overlapping slowly and deeply for a long, blissful
moment, before Kakyoin slowly pulls back. Sooner than Jotaro expected. But he
supposes he's only being careful. If they were caught kissing...
Licking his lips, Kakyoin grins up at him. Jotaro blushes and reaches up to
pull down on his cap.
“Hey,” Kakyoin murmurs. Jotaro doesn't meet his gaze, only lets out a grunt of
acknowledgment. Kakyoin's hand on his thigh strokes up and down a few times,
which has Jotaro tensing up and inhaling deeply. Kakyoin leans against him,
threading his arm around the other teen's.
“I'm gonna touch you,” Kakyoin whispers as a fair warning, pausing for only a
moment before slowly rubbing his hand further in towards the inside of his
thigh. Jotaro jerks his thighs open by reflex, incredibly aroused by his
touching. Kakyoin bites his lip, turned on by his eagerness.
Jotaro remains tense and silent, eyes downcast to watch as Kakyoin's slender
hand felt up his thick, muscular thigh. Kakyoin hums and gropes a few times,
appreciating his muscle before he slowly brings his hand further in.
“This is very forward of me,” he murmurs in soft Japanese, his amethyst eyes
drawn up to watch Jotaro's blushing face, “But I've wanted to do this all
morning, Jotaro.”
“Fuck...” Jotaro mutters, which has Kakyoin chuckling lightly. When the
redhead's hand settles on his groin, between his tensed up thighs, and begins
to knead and rub him there, Jotaro grits his teeth and shifts on the car seat,
brow furrowing. He feels all the blood in his body rocket south. His gut surges
with heat, his hands curling into fists as Kakyoin's hand continued squeezing
and rubbing at his cock through his pants. Jotaro watches Kakyoin's slender
hand move over his clothed dick with narrowed eyes, in disbelief that he was
being felt up at a gas station by his crush. Kakyoin slowly rubs his palm along
the stiffening arch of his dick, nudging his fingers further down to cup his
balls. Fuuuck...
When they hear approaching footsteps, Kakyoin calmly withdraws his hand and
moves away from the other boy. Soon after, Polnareff pops his head in through
the window, grinning, and tosses the bag in towards Kakyoin. While Jotaro
breathes hard and attempts to calm down, Kakyoin easily catches it and thanks
Polnareff, who then salutes him before rocketing back towards the gas station
to finally make use of their nice bathroom.
“We can continue later tonight,” is all Kakyoin says, voice much more shyer
this time, Jotaro notices. Well, later tonight isn't as soon as it should be,
because Jotaro is pretty much rock hard already. Damn it. He needs to use the
bathroom now.
 
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Like they both predicted, they wind up at a hotel in the major city, after over
twelve hours of driving (Polnareff, Abdul, and Joseph alternated). The whole
process of finding a parking spot, walking up to the hotel, and waiting for
their rooms is nerve-racking for both teens.
Joseph casts a glance to the pair once, which Jotaro notices with a frown,
before turning back to the front desk to finish booking the rooms.
As they divide up the key cards, Jotaro swallows hard and tries to ignore the
rising anxiety in his gut. Kakyoin bites at the inside of his cheek the entire
time, attempting to stifle his smile.
The promise of having sex looms over them during the walk to the elevator, and
hangs over them as they silently walk towards the designated room. Polnareff is
with them the entire walk there, considering his room is across from theirs, so
Kakyoin couldn't tease Jotaro with fleeting touches while the Frenchman brags
about how he's going to probably jerk off since he has the room to himself this
time. Kakyoin doesn't even comment on his vulgarity with a disgusted face,
which earns a curious arch of a (hairless) brow from Polnareff, but he doesn't
point it out.
When they make it inside the hotel room, Kakyoin first casts Jotaro a smile
before he enters the bathroom to brush his teeth. Jotaro sighs and removes his
hat to run his hand through his black, curly locks. Thankfully, it's cooler
tonight.
He sets his hat aside and even tugs off his coat, the chain clinking noisily,
and drapes it over the back of the chair sitting at the desk. He kicks off his
shoes and wonder if his feet stink. Should he actually shower first...? He's
been sweating all day, after all.
And then he hears the start of the shower. Well, at least Kakyoin had the same
idea.
After rubbing on some more deodorant, he tosses it back into his bag and then
turns on the TV. That's the best he can do for now.
When Kakyoin emerges ten minutes later with only a towel around his waist and
one in his hair, Jotaro sits up a little straighter on his bed. Kakyoin smiles
at him past the towel as he ruffles it over his hair. Jotaro wets his lips with
a quick drift of his tongue and says nothing. He watches as Kakyoin continues
to dry his hair, his gaze gradually lowering across the boy's torso.
He's seen him half-naked before, post-shower, but it's different now. Seeing
his oval pink nipples and flat, fit belly has Jotaro staring until Kakyoin
grabs his bag, sets it on his own bed, and turns away from Jotaro, his back now
facing him. He locates his brush and sets down the towel to go about brushing
his hair. Jotaro moves to sit on the edge of the bed, feet planting on the
floor. He watches him silently as he runs the brush through his red locks,
finding the sight cute.
Before his staring became too obvious and lengthy, Jotaro rose from the bed
with a creak and paced towards the bathroom.
“Ah, Jotaro,” Kakyoin begins, turning towards the other as he continued
brushing his hair. Pausing, Jotaro glances over his shoulder, arching a thick
brow. With a blush on his pale cheeks, Kakyoin says softly, lavender eyes fixed
on Jotaro's, “Can you... wait? Just... Sit down, please.”
Without saying anything, Jotaro just nods and takes a seat again on the foot of
his bed, slightly nervous. That would've been strange for him to ask in any
other setting, but Jotaro imagines he has plans. He's assumption is proved true
when Kakyoin sets down his brush and steps up towards him. Jotaro swallows hard
and lets Kakyoin nudge apart his knees to stand between them.
“Did you still want to do this with me?” Kakyoin asks softly, blushing. Jotaro
can't seem to stop flicking his gaze between Kakyoin's confident and equally
bashful face and his cute nipples. He nods with a heat in his face. Kakyoin
smiles a little, before saying gently, “Please, tell me.”
“I... want you. ...Are you going to take off the towel?” Jotaro asks, glancing
down to the towel hanging low on Kakyoin's hips. The prominent V of his hips
has him staring. Kakyoin brings his hand up to run his thumb along the fabric
as he murmurs quietly, “As long as you take off your clothes first, Jotaro.”
Jotaro isn't shy when it comes to his body. He nods, meeting Kakyoin's gaze
again, before he grabs his shirt and tugs it up over his head, exposing his
broad torso and his abs. He throws it aside and then reaches down to unbuckle
his belts.
Then soon after he's down to his boxers, the thin fabric of it resting along
the slope of his hardening cock, so blatantly accentuating it and earning
Kakyoin's stare. The redhead blushes as Jotaro hooks his thumbs around the
waistband and tugs them down his powerful legs. Jotaro tosses it aside and
looks the other boy up and down.
“Your turn.”
Kakyoin eyes up his thick, messy tuft of dark pubic hair and his half-hard
cock. He bites at his bottom lip, thinking two things: Jotaro is certainly
well-endowed, and that he simply couldn't believe that last week he was pining
after a seemingly uninterested boy, but now he's staring at his junk. Amazing.
Kakyoin grips the towel and pulls slowly, letting it unravel and slide from his
skin.
With Kakyoin standing this close to him while he's seated on the bed, Jotaro
certainly has a better view than Kakyoin had. His wavy red pubic hair is very
pretty, Jotaro thinks with a noticeable blush in his cheeks. His dick is even
prettier. Which is weird to think.
It's a dick. Dicks shouldn't be pretty. But his is half-hard, slender and
angled slightly to the left with a cute pink head. Jesus, Jotaro wants it in
his mouth. That could come later.
“Hey. C'mere,” Jotaro says gruffly, spreading his thighs further apart and
gesturing Kakyoin forward with a curl of two fingers. Kakyoin face goes from
apprehensive to very shy and willing. He silently crawls onto Jotaro's lap,
straddling his thick thighs. He tries not to become too distracted by Jotaro's
thick cock, so close and within easy reach. Jotaro immediately sets his hands
on the small of Kakyoin's back and pulls him closer until their bare skin is
touching. Kakyoin lets out a soft gasp and sets his slender hands on Jotaro's
shoulders, his face as red as his hair.
“Sh-shouldn't you be more... nervous about this, Jotaro? You're being so
straight-forward...”
“Says you. You groped my cock in the car earlier.”
“Well--!”
Jotaro smirks up at him. Kakyoin stares with widened eyes, his heart hammering.
Jotaro looking up at him like that, without his cap to hide his smiling face...
It takes his breath away. He looks downright cute with his short curly hair
exposed. Kakyoin can't help but reach up and twirl his longer bang around two
fingers. Jotaro runs his warm, calloused hands up Kakyoin's slender back. He
clears his throat before muttering lowly, trying his best to maintain eye
contact despite the reluctant words that slip from his mouth.
“It's easy 'cause you.... You, uh. Make me feel comfortable.”
Face softening, Kakyoin stops playing with Jotaro's curly bang and smiles
gently at him. Jotaro doesn't expect the sudden hug that he's given.
Their chests pressed together, with Kakyoin's hair getting in his face. A
shared warmth, an intimate connection of their skin. It is unlike anything
Jotaro has ever experienced. Something so simple makes him feel like his heart
and chest will flood with suffocating adoration and contentment. He closes his
eyes and returns the embrace with a tightening of his muscular arms.
“Jotaro...”
That's all Kakyoin murmurs, tightening his slender arms around the bigger teen
as he leaned into him, turning his face in towards Jotaro's neck with his
elongated bang resting along the slope of Jotaro's collarbone. Jotaro squeezes
the other boy tightly.
He isn't quite sure, but he has a feeling that was the right thing to say.
 
It's going to take a little while before Jotaro will get used to the sensation
of having Kakyoin's thin lips pursing against his. Each time still throws
Jotaro through staggering amounts of restrained joy and eagerness. The soft
feeling of Kakyoin's mouth, how gentle and confident he is when it comes to
kissing. How it felt right.
This time the sharing of their lips is a bit different now that they're both
naked, under the covers, and Jotaro is pinning both of his hands down to the
bed by his wrists.
“Mmmh, Jotaro...” Kakyoin breathes against his mouth, before greedily mashing
his lips back against Jotaro's, a mindless moving of his mouth that leaves them
both panting and with equally red, puffy lips. When Kakyoin arches his head up
to bite at his lips, catching his bottom lip between his teeth to tug it back
down, Jotaro sucks in a breath and snaps his eyes open to see the redhead's
grinning face. Jotaro surges back down to catch his mouth in a heated kiss
again, his shoulders raised and back hunched with his head ducked down to meet
Kakyoin's lips.
He grunts when Kakyoin's legs shift among his, sensually rubbing their legs
together as he rocked his hips up to let his erection press against Jotaro's
hip. Jotaro mouths at Kakyoin's weak lips before he pulls back, panting, and
opens his eyes to gaze down at the other boy. Kakyoin licks his lips and smiles
up at him a little. Jotaro stares, admiring how utterly debauched he looked
after making out. His lips and chin area were red and noticeably used, after a
long ten minutes of kissing, biting and sucking.
“I know... We haven't blown each other yet. Or really did anything further than
wandering touches,” Kakyoin murmurs, voice thick, his violet eyes dilated and
gazing up into Jotaro's, “But I want you to fuck me already. We can do the rest
after, right?”
Grinning slightly, Jotaro leans in to press one last kiss to Kakyoin's lips,
the redhead returning it with a laugh. Then Jotaro pulls back and looks him in
the eye again, releasing his wrists to instead set his hands on the bed on both
sides of him.
“Is it really considered... fucking?”
“Would you rather I say, 'I want you to make love to me'?”
“Mmm. Maybe.”
Laughing again with his face breaking into a genuine grin, Kakyoin slides his
hands down over Jotaro's broad sides. He hums thoughtfully with a smile.
“Alright, Jojo. Make love to me... Please.”
Jotaro searches in his amused eyes for a moment, his own smirk lingering,
before he leans in to gently kiss the other boy again. Humming lowly into it,
Kakyoin cups the back of Jotaro's head, fingers resting over curly locks. He
returns it lovingly until Jotaro pulls away and scoots further down the bed.
Propping up onto a low elbow, Kakyoin watches with his lip caught between his
teeth as Jotaro kisses at his chest. His warm hands settle on Kakyoin's sides
as he leaves soft kisses across his chest, over hard pink nipples and a heaving
ribcage. His full, plump lips feel nice and gentle on his skin, which has him
sighing deeply and relaxing back into the pillows.
Only after covering Kakyoin's belly in kisses does Jotaro prop up on his hand,
lifting himself up off of Kakyoin before reaching out to grab the packet of
lube from where they last placed it.
“So, uh,” Jotaro begins, fiddling with it in his fingers as he sweeps his gaze
up and down over Kakyoin's lithe body. Kakyoin sits up a little straighter.
Jotaro shrugs.
“Should I do it or...”
“Let me,” Kakyoin says, reaching out to take the packet from him. Nodding,
Jotaro watches him as he sits up against the headboard, spreads his legs with a
lack of shyness, Jotaro notices, and peels open the packet. He squeezes a
quarter of it onto three fingers and then passes it back to Jotaro.
It takes a full minute or two of Kakyoin inserting his fingers inside himself
and stretching himself until he's confident with the prep. Throughout it,
Jotaro had resisted the urge to reach between his own thighs and grip his cock.
Soon enough though, Kakyoin removes his fingers, smiles shyly at the other boy,
and asks, “How do you want to do this?”
Jotaro pauses.
How did they do it, before? He doesn't want to know, but he also doesn't want
to repeat that position for Kakyoin. He doesn't want it to remind him of his
time with Joseph. So he presses his lips together before saying lowly, “You're
the one taking my dick. You choose.”
“So charming, Jotaro.”
Smirking faintly, Jotaro shrugs. Chuckling, Kakyoin nods, and then says quietly
as he turns over to rest on his side, “Spoon up behind me.”
Nodding, Jotaro lowers down behind Kakyoin, his face burning up with his heart
beginning to hammer again. His thick, hard cock brushes against Kakyoin's back
and ass as he settles behind him, which has Kakyoin sucking in a breath, hot
arousal coursing through his belly at that. He sets his foot on the bed, knee
raised, and peeks back at Jotaro, murmuring, “Grab my thigh and hold--”
“I know. I've watched porn, Kakyoin.”
Snorting, Kakyoin nods and flops back down onto the pillows, settling into
something comfortable as Jotaro grabs a handful of Kakyoin's soft thigh and
tugs his leg up, spreading his ass open for him. Jotaro looks down between
their bodies. How was he supposed to guide his dick into him?
“Where's the lube?” Kakyoin asks, rising up onto an elbow again. Jotaro frowns.
Shit, this was awkward. He takes his hand away from Kakyoin's thigh to snatch
the lube from where he left it by the pillows. He hands it to the other boy.
“Okay. I'll take care of it, just...”
Understanding, Jotaro grips his thigh again and hoists his leg up. He watches
past Kakyoin's shoulder as the redhead squeezed the rest into his open palm and
reached behind himself, hand slipping between their bodies before locating his
erection pinned against his ass. Jotaro grunts when a wet hand grips his
achingly hard dick. He pants hard as he strokes his cock with a tight fist, a
series of wet noises filling the room.
“Oh... fuck,” Jotaro groans, canting his hips into it. Kakyoin bites his lip,
aroused by Jotaro's reactions to his touch. Jotaro thrusts into Kakyoin's hand
as he rests his forehead against his shoulder. Kakyoin continues pumping his
hand over his cock, his head ducked down to hide his face. It's a little
awkward doing it this way, but now that he's finally touching him, he doesn't
want to stop.
“Fffuck... Kakyoin, stop touching me,” Jotaro growls, hand squeezing tight
around his thigh, “I want to last while I'm actually in you.”
Laughing softly, Kakyoin nods and then guides Jotaro's wet cock between his
cheeks. Jotaro tenses his jaw, eyes downcast to watch as he rubbed the thick
head against his pink hole. Seeing Kakyoin's hand on his cock is hot as fuck
and has him staring.
“You can push in. Just go slow,” Kakyoin murmurs. Nodding against his shoulder,
Jotaro slowly arches his hips in, jaw tensed and teeth grit. It takes some
forceful pushing and readjusting of his hips before his cock finally eases
inside the other boy. Kakyoin sucks in a breath when Jotaro's thick cock opens
him up, slowly pushing deeper and deeper inside him--which feels incredibly
strange. Hand pressing back against Jotaro's heaving abs, Kakyoin grits his
teeth and groans, “Go slower... It doesn't hurt it's just... you're big.”
Blushing, Jotaro says nothing and stills his hips. He lifts his forehead from
Kakyoin's shoulder when the redhead moves around a bit. He props up low on an
elbow and angles his torso towards Jotaro, keeping his hips in place meanwhile.
He can lean in and kiss Jotaro this way, bringing a slender hand around the
back of his head. Jotaro closes his eyes, angling his head a little to kiss him
easier.
As their lips move together slowly, Jotaro carefully arches his hips in,
forcing more of his cock inside Kakyoin until his pelvis presses against
Kakyoin's ass. It felt fucking amazing and had Jotaro's mouth falling open mid-
kiss, his breath fanning out over Kakyoin's smiling lips. Kakyoin pets Jotaro's
curly locks as he pulls back and grins at him, panting a little hard himself.
“Feeling pretty good, huh?” Kakyoin murmurs, glancing over Jotaro's twisted up
features. Cracking his eyes open to meet his gaze, Jotaro swallows hard and
licks his plump lips before he glances down to Kakyoin's jaw and neck. He leans
in, moving in so close his broad torso pins the other boy to the bed, which has
Kakyoin laughing. Jotaro bites at his jaw and neck, angling his head to do so,
catching pale skin between his teeth. Kakyoin shivers and moves his hand down
from Jotaro's hair to his belly. He strokes at his heaving stomach and thick
pubic hair, which has Jotaro huffing and biting at Kakyoin's earlobe in return.
“Oh, fuck...” Kakyoin moans, hand pausing on Jotaro's tan skin. He slides it up
over Jotaro's side encouragingly.
“Oh? You sensitive here?” Jotaro mutters with a grin, before he catches his
earlobe between his teeth again and tugs, then mouths along his ear intimately.
Kakyoin's nails dig into his side and he gasps.
“Fuck me... Fuck me and bite me there, at—at the same time,” Kakyoin says
quietly, shyly.
Such dirty words coming from him in a hushed whisper has Jotaro's teeth pausing
on the rim of his ear. His gut twists with arousal and he begins to slowly pull
out. Kakyoin's hand tightens on his side when he forces his cock back inside
him with a gentle snap of his hips.
Gripping his thigh tighter in his hand, Jotaro pins it up against Kakyoin's
side and begins to pump his hips back and forth, drawing a sharp moan from the
redhead. Panting hard against Kakyoin's neck, forehead resting against the side
of his head among wisps of red, Jotaro furrows his brow and gets lost in the
amazing pleasure of fucking Kakyoin's tight hole.
Only when the hand on his side squeezes does Jotaro recall what he wants.
Leaning in, he angles his head to bite harder at Kakyoin's earlobe. He sucks
and mouths at it without much technique, but in combination with the hard snaps
of his hips it has Kakyoin's thigh tensing up in his hand, a low moan rolling
from him.
“Ah—G-God, Jotaro...” Kakyoin breathes, sliding his hand along Jotaro's flexing
and tensing thigh, his long red locks fanning about his head when he sinks back
into the pillows. Jotaro props up on his elbow and brings a broad hand up to
rest it on Kakyoin's forehead, among the red curls of his bangs. It earns a
glance from lustful amethyst eyes. Jotaro looks into his eyes as he leans in,
his own falling shut as he presses his mouth against Kakyoin's puffy, bitten
lips. Kakyoin moans and raises his hand from Jotaro's thigh to cup his cheek.
As their lips shakily move, Jotaro speeds up the snapping of his hips, his
thighs shaking as he pounds into Kakyoin, his pelvis meeting Kakyoin's ass with
ringing slaps.
“Nnnh! Mmm--” Kakyoin's cries come out muffled against his lips. He drops his
hand back down onto Jotaro's swaying side and says, mumbled against Jotaro's
eager mouth, “F-Fuck... Jotaro, you're so—Nnnh! So big--”
Jotaro catches his bottom lip between his teeth and sucks on it until Kakyoin
whines and bites back at Jotaro's top lip in retaliation. After one firmly
planted kiss to Kakyoin's sore, reddened lips, Jotaro pulls away only to bury
his face in Kakyoin's neck. Kakyoin moans aloud, eyes fluttering shut and head
sinking back into the pillows. Jotaro keeps his hand on Kakyoin's head, fingers
lost in locks of soft red, a subconscious lingering touch.
His hips and legs burn from the constant hard fucking, so he slows down to
deep, long rocks of his hips that has Kakyoin throwing his head back into the
pillows and gasping out, “Right—Right there! Keep doing that... oh, God...”
Jotaro isn't quite sure what he's doing, but once he lifts his head to see
Kakyoin's screwed up, flushed face, he's certain Kakyoin likes it. He tries to
keep the same consistent pace and angle of his hips, pumping his cock slowly
into Kakyoin as the redhead jerked his hand down to his own neglected erection
to close a fist around it. Jotaro watches intently, aroused by the sight, as
Kakyoin began to stroke at himself languidly, moaning softly. Jotaro continues
the slow rocking of his hips until he has to stop, if only to last longer. He's
young and this is his first time, but he doesn't want it to end already.
Kakyoin continues touching himself with Jotaro seated balls deep inside him,
cracking his eyes open to look up at the other boy. Jotaro pants hard, his
chest pressing against Kakyoin's side with each heaved breath. Hard green eyes
fixed down on Kakyoin's, Jotaro swallows hard before muttering, “Gonna come
soon.”
Biting his bottom lip, Kakyoin attempts to stifle a grin but fails. His wide
mouth curls up into a pleased smile. He props up onto his elbow again and leans
towards Jotaro to kiss him again. How he's so flexible to do so amazes Jotaro.
Cupping his hand around the back of Kakyoin's head, Jotaro closes his eyes with
his brow furrowed and mashes his lips against the redhead's, his panting
breaths slipping in-between each purse of his mouth. Kakyoin's tongue sliding
out to tease along the inside of his bottom lip has Jotaro grunting and opening
is mouth a little more. Kakyoin softly laughs into the kiss and only licks him
again when Jotaro, unsure, presses his tongue out against Kakyoin's bottom lip.
Their tongues begin to slowly mend with the overlapping of their lips, drawing
together and pulling away again, a slow back and forth that has Jotaro groaning
openly into the kiss. He used to find kissing with tongue gross when it was
with some girl, but now he wants to keep doing it over and over with Kakyoin.
Kakyoin is gentle and slow, loving and soft with the movement of their tongues,
their lips. He knows when to pull away to leave him wanting, when to tease
Jotaro with a ghost of his tongue along the underside of his. When to bite at
his lips, when to come back in for more.
“Fuck--”Jotaro breathes against Kakyoin's mouth, which has the redhead
laughing.
“Fuck me. Come in me while we make out, Jotaro,” Kakyoin whispers against his
lips, gazing at Jotaro's closed eyes. As soon as Jotaro processed his words, he
opened his eyes and looked into Kakyoin's with surprise. Definitely aroused
surprise, though. He nods, his mouth slightly open and lingering close to
Kakyoin's. Only when Kakyoin kisses him again does he begin to move once more.
With each rough buck of his hips that has Kakyoin's body jerking, Kakyoin moans
against his mouth, his own falling open in pleasure. Jotaro takes the
opportunity to catch his bottom lip between his teeth, which coaxes a gasp from
the other boy. Jotaro claims his mouth in a kiss again, but Kakyoin barely
reciprocates it despite wanting to continue with tongue like he said. Pounding
into his ass with harsh snaps of his hips might be a little distracting.
So instead, Jotaro pulls away, gazes down at his screwed up face, and then
leans in to bite at his jaw again. Sucking the skin into his mouth and nipping
down his neck which has Kakyoin gasping and whimpering among the slapping of
their skin. Jotaro gives one last bite to his neck and then breaks away,
panting hard against the skin of it, his face twisting up. He rests his
forehead against Kakyoin's shoulder.
“I'm fucking coming,” Jotaro growls breathlessly, his tan skin dotted with
sweat as he rocks his body against the redhead. Kakyoin, fisting his own cock
with a tight hand, moans and breathes out, “K—Kiss.. Kiss me--”
Jotaro digs his blunt fingernails into Kakyoin's trembling thigh and raises up
onto an elbow. He leans in to kiss Kakyoin's agape mouth again. This time,
Kakyoin focuses on returning it, his sore, kissed lips mashing against Jotaro's
mindlessly.
“Nnngh, fuck—” Jotaro grunts against his lips, teeth grit and brow furrowed as
he gives five more hard, shaky snaps of his hips before burying deep inside him
and shooting his load into him. Kakyoin gasps out his name, lips pressed still
against Jotaro's. He manages to reach the edge momentarily after Jotaro, his
hips shaking and twitching up into his hand as ropes of come shoot out from his
flushed cock to land on the sheets.
Breathless panting soon fills the room, the only sound for a long minute of
Jotaro laying against Kakyoin, pinning his smaller body to the bed. Eventually
he slowly lets go of Kakyoin's leg and slides his warm hand up over his
heaving, flat belly, across his chest to reach his jaw.
He grips his jaw and forcefully turns his head. Kakyoin weakly blinks and looks
up at him. Jotaro holds him still when he leans in to kiss him again, gentler
this time. Kakyoin moans softly against his mouth, his own lips unresponsive
under Jotaro's as he lets the bigger teen mouth at his lips slowly and gently.
“I love you,” Kakyoin breathes, eyes lidded, as soon as Jotaro begins to pull
away. Pausing, Jotaro stares down at him silently with his hand continuing to
grasp his jaw. His heart skids to a stop and his stomach flips. Kakyoin blinks
and blushes deeply, before he reaches up and pushes away Jotaro's hand,
noticeably embarrassed. He swallows hard, and then speaks quietly.
“Sorry—Sorry. I just... I mean.. That was abrupt of me, I'm sorry. I just
wanted to say it, after that.”
Setting his hand on the bed, trapping Kakyoin between his muscular arms, Jotaro
gazes down at him with a stoic face, his racing heart betraying his cool
exterior. Kakyoin looks up at him with nervous, shaky eyes. Jotaro searches in
them, admiring the soft violet of his irises, before saying lowly, “Don't
apologize. I... I'm not sure if what I feel for you is love, but.... I, uh. I
won't get mad if you say that.”
“You care for me?” Kakyoin begins softly, his eyes still nervous but now
gentle. Jotaro falls silent again, hesitating a moment, before he nods.
“You consider us close?” Kakyoin continues, arching a thin brow. Jotaro furrows
his brow. He nods.
“And you would... Protect me?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Then you love me. It may not be romantic love... But you care about me,
Jotaro. Caring about someone is the simplest form of love,” Kakyoin states and
smiles lightly, gazing up at the other teen. Jotaro looks puzzled. And then he
huffs, unamused.
“Alright, smart ass. I love you.”
That comes out without him thinking, and once he hears himself say those words,
he blinks and falls silent. Kakyoin grins widely up at him, purple eyes
glistening with delight. He sets his hands on the bed and raises himself to
meet Jotaro's height. He pecks him on the lips and then pulls back to gaze into
his startled green eyes. He speaks, hushed and loving.
“There. I just wanted to hear you say it, Jotaro.”
“...Jerk.”
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