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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:
      Trans_Character, trans_josuke, Omorashi, Piss_kink, Vaginal_Fingering,
      Showers
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-12 Words: 2610
****** After a Long Day ******
by DastardlyDaisy
Summary
     Josuke and Jotaro go back to Jotaro's hotel room after a Stand
     battle.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
It had been a long day. The rat thing had been a total mess, and after
everything was said and done, both him and Jotaro were dragging their feet on
the way to the hotel. This was their usual routine, going back to Jotaro's room
to let Josuke get cleaned up so his mom wouldn't lose her shit.
Today in particular, with his legs covered in dirty water and his clothes
speckled with blood, he really needed it.
But when they got to his room and locked the door, instead of heading to the
shower Josuke flopped down in one of the comfy arm chairs. Jotaro wasn't one to
scold him for sticking around, and even seemed to have the same thing on his
mind when he laid out on the bed. They were both tired, having trekked a long
way to find the pesky rat Stands and trek back, spent adrenaline making their
limbs shaky and heavy. They both just needed to chill for a bit, to just lay
around and let the excitement they had shared today simmer down.
Josuke was near the mini fridge and tiredly leaned forward to yank the door
open. As always, there was nothing in there except a few microwaveable meals
and a bunch of bottled water.
"Want one?" He asked, his hand around the tops of two of them.
Jotaro grunted, tugging his hat down over his eyes. Josuke shrugged and pulled
one out, shutting the door before inelegantly flopping back into the chair,
letting himself sink into the overstuffed cushions.
He tiredly cracked the bottle open and downed half of it in a few deep gulps.
He rested the cold plastic bottle against his leg, looking blankly in front of
himself. His body felt grimy and dirty from their little adventure but his
exhaustion won out, keeping him planted in the chair. Closing his eyes, he let
his sore muscles relax. He tried stretching out his aching toes but his shoes
prevented it, and he was far too tired to even toe them off.
It was only a handful of minutes later when he heard the light rumble of
Jotaro's snoring. Josuke smiled and listened for a while. Jotaro worked himself
too hard, so it was always nice to hear him snore. It let Josuke know he was
getting the rest he needed.
He lazily lifted the bottle of water and downed the rest of it. He didn't
really want to, but he didn't feel like putting the lid back on it and knew
he'd end up knocking it over and spilling it if he set it down somewhere. The
bottle crinkled lightly as he finished it off and he set it and the lid on top
of the mini fridge.
He looked over at Jotaro, his big chest rising and falling, his fingers laced
over his stomach, his mouth pulled into a sleepy frown.
A nap wouldn't hurt, he thought tiredly, stretching his limbs before settling
them cozily in the chair. Just a quick one...
~
He had been dreaming of a waterfall, the rushing water slightly muted in his
mind. In the dream, he really had to piss, but he couldn't tug his bathing suit
off, try as he might. He waded into the shallow pool of water at the base of
the fall and held himself nervously, telling himself that it was okay to let it
go, that it was fine, no one would know.
Just as he felt the water warm around him and the first few dregs of relief he
woke up, groaning and shivering. The warmth wasn't as profound as it had been
in his dream, but he could definitely feel that he had pissed himself a little.
He clenched his thighs together and sat up, the pressure on his bladder enough
to make him tremble.
Fuck, hereally had to go.
He shot a look at the bathroom door and saw that it was closed, steam rolling
out from under the crack. Jotaro was showering.
"Fuck," He muttered, standing wearily and holding his stomach. The sound of the
rushing water grated on his ears and made his eyes water. What an ugly way to
wake up.
Nearly hobbling to the door, Josuke rapped his knuckles against the door in a
small flurry, turning his feet inwards and clenching his thighs together hard
enough for them to burn.
"Jotaro-san!" He called, his voice raspy from sleep, "I really gotta use the
restroom!"
Jotaro didn't answer, and as the water kept running he felt the first few
spikes of panic along the back of his neck. He mightactually end up pissing
himself.
He heard a low squeak before the water dwindled to a stop. He was so happy that
a few trickles of piss left him, soaking warmly into his pants. Josuke mewled
and fought the urge to jingle the doorknob obnoxiously. Hurry, hurry, hurry! He
chanted the mantra in his head over and over, listening intently to Jotaro
moving around on the other side of the door.
He bit his lip and tried to not focus on the burning swell of his bladder. This
was bad, he really was gonna go if Jotaro didn't hurry up—
The door opened, letting out a billow of warm steam. Jotaro held onto the door
handle with one hand and the towel at his waist with the other. Even in
Josuke's half delirious state he could admire how his ripped body was wet and
slightly pink from the hot water.
He was so relieved to finally be near his goal that his bladder let go and hot
piss ran down his legs. He sobbed hollowly and leaned against Jotaro, the ache
in his bladder slowly dissipating as his shoes filled with urine.
"S-s-sorryyyy," He cried pathetically, rubbing his hot face against Jotaro's
bare, wet chest.
"Jesus, Josuke."
He could hear the shock in Jotaro's voice and only felt all the worse, even if
Jotaro offered him a rare moment of compassion and wrapped his arms around him.
Josuke heard the damp towel around Jotaro's waist hit the floor and felt even
more embarrassed, but he couldn't bring himself to pull away. His bladder felt
better as the piss stream finally stopped, but he was left feeling dirty and
downright despicable. How could he ever face Jotaro again, with what he had
just done? He cried pitifully against the man, his body shivering and his
fingers clutching at the springy muscles of Jotaro's back. He hated himself.
"Josuke...."
Jotaro tried to pull away but he only tightened his arms around him. Jotaro let
out a small noise and tried again, being as delicate as he could with him.
"Josuke."
Josuke wouldn't let go though, the moment he pulled away he would have to look
Jotaro in the face, and he wasn't ready for that. The urgency he heard in the
man's voice confused him, but his confusion was short lived as he felt
something firm pressing against the wet front of his school slacks.
"A-ah." That made Josuke finally lift his head, his arms losing bit of their
strength. Jotaro's face was rosy, and he would have thought it was from the hot
shower if it weren't for the clear erection nudging at him. "It's...nothing to
be embarrassed about." Josuke said lamely, feeling his own hot cheeks flush all
the more. "It happens..."
It's funny how their roles of embarrassment had been turned so swiftly.
 Jotaro grunted a small noise and the next thing Josuke knew, they were both in
the bathroom, Jotaro leaning over the bath tub to start the water again, the
towel back around his waist. He hated it when Star Platinum was used without
warning, it was always so disorienting, but in this situation he was okay with
it. The atmosphere had been really awkward and he couldn't really blame
Jotaro. 
He got the shower running and the steam that had managed to somewhat dissipate
began anew, clouding the small bathroom. Josuke felt silly with how childish he
had acted, both by wetting himself and crying about it. But now Jotaro was
taking care of him, and he couldn't help but feel a little pleased at that
fact.
Not to mention that Jotaro had been excited... The very thought of Jotaro's
flushed face and hard dick made Josuke squirm in his dirty slacks.
"J-Jotaro...I'm sorry." He said sullenly, knowing he needed to say it sooner or
later, and sooner was way more easier.
Jotaro didn't turn around as he straightened up, feeling the water stream with
the tips of his fingers. Josuke was shocked to see that he had the same star-
shaped birthmark on his shoulder. Without thinking, he reached out and touched
it with trembling fingers.
That made Jotaro turn around, and their eyes met with a sort of weird
electricity that made Josuke's heart flutter and his stomach grow hot.
He knew what was about to happen, they both knew. It was that silent moment
between two people when both had an idea of what was going to happen, and
although Josuke had never experienced it before, he knew what was coming.
Jotaro leaned his head down and turned it ever so slightly, and Josuke leaned
forward too to meet him halfway in a soft kiss. The sound of his heart pounding
in his ears drowned out the rushing water and he felt his skin tighten as he
broke out into cold chills. It only lasted for a few seconds, but it seemed
like minutes in Josuke's mind.
Jotaro pulled back and looked at him with steady blue eyes. "Let's get you
cleaned up."
"Ah, wait." Jotaro had begun to unbutton his jacket but stopped as Josuke spoke
hurriedly. "Um, there's..."
Geez, he never thought he'd have to tell this to Jotaro, and the prospect of
doing so was scary.
"I, um..."
Jotaro didn't look upset or confused, he only looked curious. Josuke let out a
shaky breath and batted Jotaro's large hands away to unbutton it himself. It
would just be easier to show him than to tell him.
He shrugged off his jacket and had to steel himself before lifting his shirt.
Jotaro didn't seem shocked when he saw the tan binder wrapped around Josuke's
chest. He looked up at Josuke and gave him a small smile while reaching for his
pants, deftly unfastening them.
"Better hurry, your mom will start getting worried soon."
Josuke sniffled and nodded, not able to stop the relieved grin that spread
across his face. Jotaro was really something else.
His breasts ached as he removed the binder and stepped out of his wet slacks,
with the help of Jotaro. He had never shown his body to anyone, so standing
bare in front of this guy he had known for only a month or so was a  little
weird. He was apprehensive, but at the same time it felt right.
Jotaro shocked him by pulling the shower curtain back and dropping his towel
again, giving Josuke an eyeful of his toned ass before getting back in the
shower. He turned and held his hand out to Josuke, who shakily accepted the
help.
They were really gonna shower together. It was just one bizarre thing after
another today.
He stepped under the warm stream, letting it hit his face and sooth his nerves
as Jotaro pressed into his back, his cock still full and hot.
He leaned his head back against Jotaro's shoulder and sighed as warm, steady
hands roamed over his full hips and flat stomach. The dual sensation of the
water hitting him and Jotaro's touch was phenomenal and exciting in a way he
couldn't quite explain.
One of the hands roamed down to his trimmed pubes and pressed gently against
the front of his pussy. The light pressure was enough to make Josuke mewl as
his clit was rubbed from the outside.
"Jotaro-san." His voice felt foggy and distant amidst the rush of the water,
but he knew Jotaro heard it as one of his fingers brushed over the crease of
the lips.
"Open your legs a little more for me."
Jotaro wrapped one of his arms steadyingly around his waist as he slid his feet
further out. Jotaro rewarded him with a small kiss to the side of his neck and
his finger gently pushing between his wet pussy lips. He couldn’t stop the
choked noise that left him as Jotaro’s hot finger pressed firmly against his
clit, rubbing it in small circles until it swelled.
He had always admired Jotaro’s hands, with the steady sureness they performed
every action, so having those same hands work him with such careful, slow
precision felt like heaven.
“Jotaro-sannn” He sighed, rolling his hips forward encouragingly.
He could feel the lips at his neck curl into a smiled as Jotaro pressed into
his clit a little more firmly. Josuke gripped Jotaro’s wrist as his mouth hung
open, the water filling his mouth and mixing with his saliva before running
down his chin.
He already felt close. His clit had always been sensitive, but he never
finished so quickly. But this was his first time having someone else touch him,
and it was with Jotaro, who was so perfect in every way, and the water felt so
good, dripping from his wet pubes and running down his sore chest—
The shrill sound of the phone ringing made him snap his eyes open and they both
looked to the open bathroom door, into the hotel room. He sighed out a moan,
bucking his hips a few times into Jotaro’s hand, feeling his climax jerk
roughly near its peak.
Jotaro placed a soft kiss on his neck again and removed his hands before
pulling back the shower curtain. Josuke put a steadying hand against the shower
wall and looked desperately at him, his legs shaking and his eyes stinging from
the water.
Jotaro kissed him briefly on the lips before stepping out, grabbing his towel
and wrapping it around himself before leaving the small tiled room. He could
see the phone across the room from his spot and watched through the steam as
Jotaro answered the phone, looking at the hand that had only just moments
before been fucking Josuke. The rush of the water didn’t allow him to hear the
conversation, so he settled his back against the shower wall and observed
Jotaro. The towel at his waist was comically tented and as Josuke watched him,
he put one of his fingers in his mouth. Josuke groaned and brought his own hand
between his legs, sliding two fingers into himself and relishing the tight burn
of the intrusion. Jotaro was really tasting him, without knowing Josuke was
watching him. It was so unbearably hot that Josuke felt he could cum just by
seeing it.
After a few muffled words, Jotaro put the phone back on the receiver and headed
back to the bathroom. When he realized what Josuke was doing, he grabbed his
cock through the towel and stroked himself a few times before letting it drop
again. “It was your mom.”
Josuke let his fingers slide deeper in himself and he groaned, looking hazily
at Jotaro. “What did you say?”  
Jotaro stepped back into the shower and slid one of his hands down Josuke’s
own, feeling the hot junction of where his fingers disappeared inside of his
pink folds. “I’m helping you with homework for the night. You’re staying over.”
Josuke grinned at him. “You’re a dirty  old man, Jotaro-san.”
Jotaro seemed unfazed by the comment, ducking down to lock him into another
kiss.    
End Notes
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