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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:
      Kakyoin_Noriaki/Kujo_Jotaro
  Character:
      Kakyoin_Noriaki, Kujo_Jotaro
  Additional Tags:
      Dry_Humping, Groping, Clothed_Sex, Coming_In_Pants, Awkward_Sexual
      Situations, First_Kiss
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-12-29 Words: 1793
****** Pretend It Never Happened ******
by Arrestzelle
Summary
     It's become routine for Jotaro to come onto Kakyoin in the middle of
     the night, if only to get off and gain some sexual satisfaction
     during the long, tiresome roadtrip. But then one night, Jotaro
     decides to take it a step further than usual.
Notes
     There's a mention of Avpol, simply because I can't help myself lolll
See the end of the work for more notes
Cicadas cry outside of the open window of the hotel room, disrupting the heavy
silence in the dark. Stars peek through the window, casting a shroud of
starlight into the room. Kakyoin watches them from where he lay on his side on
the hotel bed, hands curled into loose fists in front of his chest. He admires
the stars for a while, but then soon enough he hears the other teen shift on
the bed parallel to his own before rising with a creak of springs, which
diverts his attention from the sky outside.
The bed he lays on dips with the additional weight when Jotaro quietly lays
down beside him. Kakyoin says nothing, heart racing and stomach flipping with
excitement. A warm, bigger body presses up against his back, spooning him
comfortably. Kakyoin sucks in a breath and clenches his eyes shut with a
furrowed brow and flushing cheeks.
His body winds up with tension when a heavy arm wraps around his waist. Kakyoin
subtly presses back into Jotaro, bringing his hand up to weakly hide his
blushing face behind it. A broad, calloused hand is suddenly cupping his
crotch, groping at his cock through his striped pyjamas.
“Nnn,” Kakyoin can't help but let out a surprised, albeit aroused, noise, his
cheeks burning and heart pounding as heat courses through his gut.
He isn't sure how it came to be, but this was routine these days. Jotaro
waiting until night to touch him. Joining him on his bed when they can hide in
the secrecy of the darkness and release pent up sexual frustration and stress.
He knew Jotaro was a horny teenage boy. Whereas Kakyoin was fine with going
long periods of time without masturbation, or in this case sex (although, was
it really considered sex?). But he liked Jotaro too much to just deny him what
he needed. Honestly, Kakyoin liked it too. So why put an end to it when there
was no real defining reason to? Kakyoin knows that Abdul and Polnareff do the
same thing. So it's fine if they do it too, right?
Though he imagines the other two, who are actual experienced adults, do more
than just some clothed groping. How embarrassing.
Keeping his face hidden behind a slender hand, Kakyoin slyly spreads his thighs
further apart, letting Jotaro fondle at him and grope his stiffening cock over
and over through the soft fabric of his pyjama pants. His hand was warm and
firm, touching him with blatant confidence and demand, which honestly turned
Kakyoin on. His soft, breathless panting joins the noise of the cicadas
outside, accompanied by the occasional quiet moan from the redhead that
encourages Jotaro's efforts.
By the time Kakyoin was hard, Jotaro was shamelessly rutting into his ass with
his own hard-on prodding against him. Kakyoin wanted to face him. To see his
expression, to... kiss him. But, it was always done with Kakyoin facing away
from the other. All Jotaro needed was some grinding or groping, and then went
back to his own bed once they both were satisfied.
This time though, as Kakyoin's moaning became more vocal and he began quivering
in Jotaro's hold, nearly brought to orgasm by his relentless fondling, he's
abruptly manhandled onto his back. Eyes widening with a heaving chest, Kakyoin
looks up through the darkness to see Jotaro gazing down at him with an intense,
lustful look in his olive green eyes.
“J-Jotaro,” Kakyoin whispers, drawing his long legs open to let Jotaro situate
between them, which the brawny teen does. Silently, he curls broad, rough
fingers around Kakyoin's slender wrists and pins them down to the bed. While
Kakyoin did tend to be prideful, he can't help but feel turned on, being pinned
down to the cheap hotel bed like this, being stared at like a piece of meat,
waiting for Jotaro to take a chunk out of.
“Let me kiss you,” Jotaro murmurs, voice low and rough with his eyes searching
in Kakyoin's through the dim light of the stars. Blinking up at him, Kakyoin
feels his heart jump and his stomach flip. He swallows hard, licking his lips
nervously, and nods. Jotaro is silent, scrutinizing his face with a furrowed
brow, before he follows up on his words and slowly leans in. Kakyoin lets his
violet eyes fall lidded and waits, watching as Jotaro angled his head and
connected their mouths with a gentle approach that was unlike him.
He kisses the other teen with firm, inexperienced purses of his mouth. Despite
his stiff kissing, it still had Kakyoin blushing and returning it with shy,
slow overlapping that has their kissing evolving into something deeper and
slow. The sounds of their mouths moving together fills the room, which has
Kakyoin blushing up to his ears. He pants quietly against Jotaro's mouth
amongst the kissing, short of breath. When Jotaro does pull away, he looks down
at the redhead silently and with his usual unreadable expression.
Kakyoin's red locks lay strewn over the pillow, framing his face prettily which
has Jotaro staring until the redhead looks away nervously.
“Turn over,” Jotaro says, low and insistent. Meeting his gaze again, Kakyoin
swallows hard, says nothing, and obliges by moving onto his front with the
other teen moving aside, feeling slightly awkward as he props up on his elbows.
Peeking back, he watches as Jotaro shoves his legs apart (which has Kakyoin
frowning. He could have just asked) and situates himself between them again.
Thankfully he was lacking his coat, so it wasn't getting in the way and making
a bunch of noise thanks to the stupid clunky chain. And this way, Kakyoin can
also admire his firm muscles and broad chest. He stares, until Jotaro leans
over, planting his hands on both sides of him.
Jotaro looks at him with a stoic face, his furrowed brow the only sign of
emotion on his features. Biting his lip, Kakyoin looks away, remaining propped
on his elbows with his gaze fixed down on the pillow. What did he intend to do?
This was kind of weird. Kakyoin was nervous, unsure of what to expect.
Then Jotaro is resting most of his weight on top of him, lining their bodies
up. It felt nice, strangely, being pinned under his weight. Kakyoin lets out a
shaky breath and grabs onto the pillow with both hands, bottom lip caught
between his teeth. Well, whatever he was doing, it still managed to turn the
redhead on, which was honestly embarrassing. Kakyoin was inexperienced, save
for the awkward fondling for the last week or so, so it shouldn't be
surprising.
When Jotaro began to rock his hips, a firm, fluid roll that has his very
obvious erection rubbing directly against Kakyoin's ass, it became shamefully
apparent. Kakyoin gasps aloud and with his legs spread to accommodate Jotaro's
size, he lifts his feet up in surprise, his knees remaining planted on the bed
from where he was kept pinned.
He fidgets as Jotaro grinds into his ass repeatedly, hard, deep rolls of his
hips that has their bodies moving slightly atop the bed. Kakyoin moans shakily,
quietly, eyes falling shut as Jotaro's heavy, firm pelvis shoves down into his
ass over and over. It was really hot, knowing that Jotaro was basically fucking
him but without the actual penetration and lack of clothes. Panting with his
face burning up, Kakyoin quietly moans out in a shaky voice, “J-Jotaro, nngh,
k-keep going--”
“Shut up,” Jotaro breathlessly grunts, his calloused hands tightly grabbing
onto Kakyoin's biceps and pinning his upper torso to the bed to prevent his
fidgeting. Kakyoin lets out a soft, breathy groan at that, aroused by his
commanding behavior.
The noises of the bed creaking and their heavy breathing and occasional quiet
grunt makes it sound like they were actually having sex. But both of them being
fully dressed with Jotaro repeatedly humping against his clothed ass kept it
pretty tame in comparison to what they could have been doing. Although, it was
definitely a jump from their previous routine.
Being pushed down into the bed repeatedly with deep, sensual rolls of Jotaro's
hips has Kakyoin grinding unintentionally down against the mattress, which
brings him to a premature orgasm that has him jerking under Jotaro in a series
of twitches as he soils his underwear again, a soft cry crawling from his agape
mouth as he slumped down into the bed. Jotaro keeps thrusting into his ass with
firm rocks of his wide hips, bringing a muscular arm up to rest it against
Kakyoin's shoulder blades, bearing his weight down on him and keeping him
pinned down that way.
His sudden orgasm leaves the redhead shaky and sensitive, a nice tingly
sensation thrumming through his core and leaving him overheated and equally
sated. He manages a few weak moans throughout Jotaro's mindless humping, until
the brawny teen finally gives five hard thrusts into his ass, making the bed
creak and Kakyoin grasp tight fistfuls of the pillow, before he stills against
him and grunts lowly, coming inside his underwear. Kakyoin gasps when he feels
his thick cock twitch against his ass, something he can feel even through the
layers of their clothing. Jesus, how big was he? He had to be well-endowed, for
Kakyoin to have felt that.
Their ragged panting mends with the awkward silence that follows, as Jotaro
sluggishly gets off of him and tiredly rises from the bed without a word. He
escapes into the bathroom with a few heavy footsteps, with intent to clean up
and give Kakyoin a chance to recover himself. (Kakyoin knew he was just
escaping the awkward afterglow that was bound to happen. Coward.)
As he listens to the sounds of Jotaro undoing his belts and pants to get to his
underwear, Kakyoin remains laying there with his eyes narrowed, his face
flushed with a hot, embarrassed blush. Well, how is he going to face the other
teenager during the day from now on? Usually, it's not so bad since their
previous unattached groping seemed so distant. They could pretend nothing
happened. But now, it felt like they took a turn with no return. Damn it.
Kakyoin sighs. He'll talk to Jotaro about it. Later. Maybe.
But, a part of him does hope that with that talk, if it does happen, they can
come to an agreement that there is more to it than just the need to get off.
That maybe they like each other. Maybe, they can even move onto having actual
sex that isn't consisted of awkward groping and/or humping. But that's wishful
thinking.
Embarrassed, though not regretful, Kakyoin rises from the bed with a frown and
intent to change into a clean(er) pair of shorts.
End Notes
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