SEVEN

It shouldn't have been a surprise, and something deep down in Jotaro Kujo's primal brain it wasn't. The press of Josuke's plush lips against his ignited that most basic of instincts. When was it that he had last kissed his wife? He didn't have time to answer it let alone post the question. Instead, he drank of the sensation.

At that moment the sequence of events that lead to it was of no consequence. Instead, he allowed his hands to slide up and grasp at Josuke's arms secured and thrown around his neck. He felt him there and pulled him so that he let go. When Josuke relinquished his hold, Jotaro slid his fingers against his palms, feeling the softness of his uncle's youth juxtaposed with the rough callouses of his weathered hands.

Josuke opened up to him, his supple lips whispered words in supplication towards him. Something that sounded like more. He was his god.

Josuke fell—was pushed- against the mattress, his back flat against the white sheets. His hands were held in place. Mouths reconnected in another bruising kiss that Josuke arched right into with his entire body. His arms were restrained and he needed contact in one way or another. Jotaro could tell by the way he strained. Finally, Jotaro broke it with one final ghost of a kiss, looking at his young uncle whose pupils were blown out with pure unadulterated lust.

"Why'd you stop?" Josuke panted, out of breath.

Jotaro merely stared down at Josuke, wondering the same thing himself. He wasn't exactly sure of anything, really. His brain was beginning to catch up to his body and take stock of the situation, and it wasn't exactly good. Josuke took his silence as permission and moved in again but this time Jotaro moved away and off of the bed. Josuke pouted but didn't look hurt.

"Go to sleep."

That's all he said, and even to his own ears, the words sounded foreign. Out of place.

Making sure not to glance at Josuke and not even waiting for his reply, Jotaro left the room. He entered the bathroom and only then did the tension he didn't even know he held in his shoulders ease out of him.

Looking back at matters, there had been time to leave, ways in which to back out, to clearly make his no mean no. Despite it all, he chose to linger. His body language never matching the words that issued from his mouth. Josuke was absolutely right, and as expected of a boy as smart as that one, he'd read Jotaro's cues correctly.

Jotaro disrobed and stepped into the shower. Turning it on and allowing the water to cascade over his body. He was tall and had to dip his head to get it under the flow. The cool droplets soothed his skin, flushed with the heat of the situation. The waters attempted to act as a balm on the skin still haunted by the traces of Josuke's touches.

The shower could not wash away crimes not yet committed but he scrubbed himself red regardless. He should have foresaw this outcome. It wasn't the first time.

Jotaro had been an intelligent child. He was rational and thoughtful, doing well in all of his academic courses. He didn't struggle whether it be writing-intensive or exam heavy. He excelled in mathematics, scoring the top in his class. He was considering entering Todai but opted to do his undergraduate studies abroad and improve his already excellent foreign language skills. It helped to have foreign family to practice with.

Academics wasn't the only thing Jotaro Kujo excelled in. He was athletic. School sports were always an option but he lacked interest. Teams in high school tried to recruit him; Jotaro had a preference for other activities. That didn't change in the States where he received love calls from the baseball, basketball, and football teams for his tall stature and bulky frame.

Despite how he performed in these areas, there remained a skill in which he lagged behind. Interpersonal relationships just weren't his thing. It wasn't to say he disliked people, or that they disliked him. However, he always had issues taking that leap from acquaintance to friendship.

Others his age bonded over pop culture and the pursuit of whatever was hot at the moment. And perhaps, if things had been different, maybe Jotaro would have been able to join them. Instead, he retreated into introspection preferring his own company than that of others. He just felt different, he always had, and with the awakening of his stand, it solidified that difference. The difference was not only in the powers he held but the burdens that came along with it and the grief.

In the summer of '87, he'd nearly lost the two most precious people in his life. He'd lost people who had become special for him too, his first new friends in a long time. He mourned them silently for years.

Coming to America was like a clean slate for him, one that he desperately needed. His American colleagues liked him automatically because he was different, not inspite of it the way it'd been for most of his teen years. He liked them back and enjoyed their company as a wallflower in the corner of a room. If he didn't want to go to that kegger, he didn't have to. They understood that without it needing to be said.

He didn't do things he didn't want to.

Jotaro had gone through this before with his wife, hadn't he? He wasn't aggressive when it came to dating but he wouldn't say no to the breaching of his boundaries, until eventually, he found himself horizontal across his too-small dorm bed, holding his classmate flush against him by the waist. She made the first move, but it was a dance that had lasted quite some time of him implicitly saying yes to her advances.

Josuke shouldn't have been a surprise.

And yet there Jotaro stood, blindsided by lack of self-awareness. He let it happen again, allowed himself to be led and pushed along because he didn't hate it. His uncle's company was a nice change of pace, The new atmosphere in the apartment welcomed in spite of his outward demeanor. He appreciated the injection of life and let his silence mean yes.

In the end though, Jotaro was the supposed mature one. He was a trusted adult. Josuke was just a teenager on an emotional rebound. He knew that. He shouldn't be encouraging it.

Jotaro watched as the soap ran down the drain. But it would not absolve him of what he'd done. However, his skin was cool now. He no longer felt his uncle's touch.

Several minutes later, with a towel around his waist, Jotaro returned to his room. The light was off and Josuke was a lump upon the mattress. He was sprawled upon his stomach, pillow balled under his cheek. His face was turned away and Jotaro couldn't tell if he were awake or not.

Without approaching the bed he dressed, slipping on a pair of sweat pants as pajamas and forgoing a shirt altogether. He then sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over Josuke's form. His long lashes rested against his cheeks, ruddy from the sun. Being on the boat and upon the water allowed it to kiss him in places Jotaro hadn't even considered.

"What it is you mean to me-" Jotaro spoke, bent over his uncle's body. Finally, he answered the question that remained hanging between them. "I never even thought of it, Never thought I had to."

Josuke stirred then, his eyes opening. His blue eyes were clear as if he'd never been sleeping at all. Jotaro wasn't startled by it, no, though he initially thought the boy was sleeping. He knew by now not to be surprised by the cheekiness Josuke possessed.

"Is this how you do it? You answer when you think we're sleeping?" Josuke asked, turning his body fully to the side, facing his nephew. "Your wife, do you do that to her too?"

Jotaro did not have to answer for him to know.

"I'm sorry," continued Josuke.

Jotaro quirked a brow in question.

"For what?"

"For forcing myself on you, especially if you mean what you said-if you've really never thought of it."

"I never thought of it," Jotaro confirmed "But I don't do things against my will. Believe it or not, I'm very good at saying no."

"I have yet to see it," Josuke replied. "But if that's true then I'm glad."

"Aren't you tired?"

"I am," Josuke nodded, his eyes swept over Jotaro's exposed chest.

Jotaro reached up to guide his face back up and away from such things. He didn't need the teen distracted.

"Go to sleep."

"Are you going to give me a good night kiss?"

"No."

"Please," Josuke pouted but Jotaro paid him no heed.

He reached for the bedside lamp and turned it off, bathing the room into darkness. Jotaro settled against his pillow ignoring the fact his hair was still damp and he'd scolded Josuke about that very thing earlier. He scolded him about many things and he didn't wish to dwell upon his own hypocrisy. Besides, there was a boy beside him who wouldn't let him forget it.

"Mr. Jotaro-"

Jotaro felt Josuke draw closer. He felt the heat rolling in waves off his body, pulling him in. Josuke's lips tilted and he paused, waiting permission that wouldn't be granted. How polite.

Jotaro smirked into the darkness, feeling the heat of Josuke's body hovering over him and the breathy exhale against his lips. This time when Josuke's lips met his it was soft and searching as if he wasn't sure it was okay. Jotaro wondered about the change. Perhaps the time in the shower allowed the boy to get into his head, get cold feet.

Though Jotaro wasn't sure of his footing, he was already there. He was already so close to whatever this all was, that he wasn't going to do anything half-heartedly. Jotaro wrapped his arms around Josuke's waist bringing him closer and eliciting a gasp.

When they pulled away, their torsos remained pressed together, though their legs were side by side.

"Go to sleep," Jotaro said again.

"That wasn't just a good night kiss! You expect me to sleep after that?"

Jotaro chuckled.

Josuke seemed to do as told flopping back against the pillow.

"I'm a hot-blooded male, you know. I only get riled up."

"Good night, Josuke." This time with finality.

Josuke let out a growl and a kick but his reply came as a frustrated whimper.

"Good night, Mr. Jotaro."

Waking up in the morning, oddly refreshed and not hanging over the side of the couch for once, Josuke had a moment of confusion. His sleep-addled brain refused to process his location or the sequence of events that led him there for several seconds. However, when he did remember he sat up with a quickness he himself did not know he possessed.

A blush assaulted his cheeks as he remembered everything from the way Jotaro had dried his hair, to the series of kisses they'd shared. It was like a dream, except now his nephew was nowhere to be found and Josuke was left to wonder whether he strained their relationship.

It wasn't a rebound, he told himself. But then what was it? He just wanted it, and he hated to put a name to his feeling especially if nothing was going to come out of it. He was just being greedy, horny, and reckless; and his nephew had let him.

Still, for the first night in forever, he hadn't thought of Rohan and he felt rested and ready for the day. The fog of grogginess had lifted from his shoulders and he knew it was in no small part due to not sleeping on the couch that night. Daylight was streaming through the window. Perhaps he'd kicked jet lag in the ass. Awesome.

Crawling out of bed, Josuke went to the bathroom to relieve himself and brush his teeth. Basic morning toiletries out the way, he was now able to seek out Jotaro and see the extent of the damage.

"Good morning."

Jotaro looked up from where he sat at the counter with a cup of coffee, a bowl of cereal and the newspaper opened before him. He nodded to acknowledge the greeting before returning to the paper. Josuke took that to mean things were probably all the same, but when it came to Jotaro who actually knew. Josuke sure as hell didn't because the man wasn't exactly an open book for all to read.

'I guess I have to pretend to be sleeping more often,' he joked to himself, scathingly.

He pulled a bowl from the cabinet and a spoon from the drawer before taking a seat on the stool beside his nephew. Once again he had to eat Cheerios and was wondering why Jotaro enjoyed monotony so much. If nothing else, Josuke was able to convince himself that him barging in on Jotaro's life was adding some needed color to things.

The last of the cereal was added to his bowl, almost more crumbs than Os.

"We're all out," he noted, setting the box back down and reaching for the milk.

"Yes, I'll have to go shopping today then."

"Can I come with you?"

"Naturally, I wouldn't want to leave you here alone. God forbid you break my door again."

"Haha, very funny," Josuke replied dryly. "And whatever I break I'll fix, you know that."

"Oh yes, a regular repairman."

Jotaro set down his paper and grabbed another section from beside him, setting it in front of Josuke.

"Here, I thought you'd like it so I set it aside for you," Jotaro said.

"Huh?"

Josuke looked down at what he'd been handed. It was the Sunday funnies. A colorful collection of comics were splashed upon the front page.

"Oh... thanks," Josuke said, picking it up.

An orange cartoon cat was the first character featured on there. He read it as he ate, but mostly he couldn't help but take occasional glances at Jotaro who had returned to reading his own section of the paper. Jotaro took a sip from his coffee mug and Josuke's eyes couldn't help but watch those lips and remember the feel of them against his. He blushed, returning to Garfield the cat. He flipped the folded paper in order to look at Peanuts, but his mind remained on the memory of the previous night.

Jotaro was acting completely normal, Josuke realized, and he saw now he was foolish to think it'd be otherwise. The one he had to worry about was himself. Because now that he had a taste he'd never be able to forget it. Not that he'd want to. But how was he supposed to be satisfied with just the memory? He wanted to make many more.

He recalled Jotaro's words from the previous night, that he didn't do things he didn't want to do. That meant Jotaro wanted it just like he did, right? Even if he didn't explicitly show it, Josuke had read him right. The little subtle things Jotaro did for him was his way of giving permission. Josuke hoped so at least.

He looked over at Jotaro again but this time their eyes met. Josuke let out a tiny yelp, a blush blossoming on his face as he looked back down, acting hyper interested in Snoopy's antics.

"What's wrong?" Jotaro asked.

Josuke looked at Jotaro, "Nothing. Nothing's wrong."

"You don't like comics?"

"No, it's not that—I was just thinking," Josuke replied. "A,about last night."

There he had said it. He mostly said it because of course, he wanted to talk about it and Jotaro wouldn't be the one to breach the subject himself. But also, there was the part of him that knew if he wanted more they had to both acknowledge it by the light of day.

Josuke turned the page in the comics, looking at everything else with interest, but not actually bothering to read the words that went along with the pictures as he spoke.

"I just want to say, t,thanks for letting me use your bed. I'm actually super well rested now and I'm like 90% sure I'm no longer jet-lagged."

"Well, you did sleep for about 12 hours," Jotaro nodded.

"Twelve hours!?" Josuke hopped up from his stool in surprise, comics momentarily forgotten. "What time is it now?"

He looked around frantically and saw the clock on the wall read 8:12 am.

"Wait, what time did I sleep last night?" he asked.

"You ended up sleeping at around 7. You looked really tired."

"I... see," Josuke said. "Wait, you mean you didn't sleep too?"

"Eventually," Jotaro replied, implying that he'd gotten back up and hadn't actually retired until later in the evening.

"Oh... uh, well thanks for letting me use your bed."

"Anytime."

"Really? So I can sleep there tonight too?" Josuke looked hopeful, eyes wide and imploring.

"That's what anytime means."

Josuke grew impish and bold," And the other stuff too."

"I don't know what you mean."

Josuke rolled his eyes as Jotaro got up with his dishes and moved to the sink.

"What do you mean you don't know what I mean?" And then something clicked in his mind, his eyes lighting up. "Or are you just shy?"

Jotaro didn't even honor that with a reply. Josuke hurried to finish the last bit of his cereal and drank the milk. He went over to the sink beside Jotaro who was just finishing up his dishes. He slipped his bowl and spoon into the sink, making sure to brush his arm against Jotaro's as he did so. He glanced up at Jotaro but the man remained as impassive as ever.

"So, are we going to go shopping now?" Josuke asked, still saddled up close to his nephew, a little too closely for the conversation at hand.

"I have nothing else planned for the day."

Jotaro didn't move away.

This was difficult, much more difficult than Josuke expected even with this tentative green light. The youth wasn't practiced in the art of seduction and Jotaro, despite being older, seemed to be even worse if that was even possible. How someone so hot and oozing of raw sex appeal could be a stone wall against any form of sexuality was beyond him.

"I can think of something we can do," Josuke said, knocking their elbows together.

What happened next was unexpected to him. Hands wet and in the most fluid of motions, Jotaro grabbed Josuke by the waist and flipped them so he was pinned against the sink. He winced in pain at the way the countertop dug into his hip.

Jotaro reached behind and turned off the water with one hand. Then his lips were on him.

"This what you had in mind?" Jotaro asked against Josuke's lips.

Josuke took back everything he said about Jotaro and seduction.

"So,something like that."

The pair kissed again, this time open-mouthed, and Jotaro's hands drifted upward igniting a line of fire up Josuke's side until he was cupping his face in his hands as if begging Josuke to open up before him. So that's what he did. His knees grew weak and surely he'd fall if Jotaro would let him. But Jotaro kept him up, mouth searching that inner part of him, swiping against his tongue and sending signals straight to his groin.

Josuke pressed his body against Jotaro's. He was shameless and hard as he rutted against his nephew's thigh but Jotaro didn't relent in his assault. No, he just continued on unbothered by the persistent heaviness of Josuke's need.

When Jotaro broke the kiss, Josuke could breathe but for a second as Jotaro moved on to mouthing at his jaw right below his ear and then nibbling at his ear lobe softly as if to test Josuske's response. Josuke arched into him and Jotaro took that as a yes apparently, for he bit even harder drawing a cry of pleasure from him.

Josuke didn't know what to do with his hands that gripped at the countertop for dear life. But that was probably a good thing because Jotaro decided at that moment to touch him in the most intimate of places. Without any warning, Jotaro's palm cupped Josuke's crotch feeling the outline of his cock through his loose basketball shorts that he'd slept in.

Jotaro traced the outline of him with confidence that made Josuke wonder if it really were his first time, Or was this the way Jotaro touched himself?

"Mr. Jotaro...," he whined.

Jotaro pulled back but not away, regarding Josuke with an expression he could not read. Josuke wasn't the type to be ashamed. Instead he was amazed by the intensity Jotaro possesed in those green eyes. Jotaro seemed utterly concentrated on the task at hand. He approached it when absolute precision, cleanly pulling Josuke's cock from the confines of his shorts and wrapping his hand around the length of it.

Josuke muttered a curse and Jotaro looked back up at him at that moment.

"You like this?"

"I love it," Josuke exhaled.

Jotaro smirked, clearly satisfied, and then leaned forward kissing Josuke again on the lips as he began to move his hand up and down. Josuke couldn't believe how aroused he was just from as little as this and he could feel it too from how easily Jotaro's hands glided against his cock, wet with precum. It was like he was a virgin all over again, his body was shaking all over, quivering with feeling. He felt like he would flow out of his body to anywhere because none of this felt like earth.

The only thing keeping him grounded was Jotaro's grip on his waist, his cock, his lips pressed against his mouth. It didn't take long, as pent up as Josuke was and how much he had wanted it. With a sharp cry against Jotaro's lips Josuke came.

Jotaro's hand stilled and he broke the kiss. He looked down and Josuke followed his eyes, languidly to see Jotaro looking at the cum that was spilled between them. Jotaro seemed to hesitate for a moment, thinking, before opting to wipe his fingers against the leg of Josuke's shorts. Gingerly, he tucked Josuke back in with a detachment that made it seem like this was just part of his every day routine like he had just finished doing dishes.

"That's what you wanted, right?"

Jotaro's eyes met his and Josuke was still catching his bearings. He nodded his yes.

"Good, go shower. We're going to the store."

-TO BE CONTINUED-

AN: wow LOL uhmmmm so... stuff! THANKS SO MUCH FOR EVERYONE WHO READ THIS FIC and thank you so much for the positive response! I'm really glad! I'm so very very glad! Look forward to more antics.

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