Author's Notes: I solemnly swear that I do not own 'Do I Wanna know' by the Arctic Monkeys, 'Earned It' by the Weeknd, or 'New Person, Same Old Mistakes' by Tame Impala. Don't sue me, because I am broke.
Okay, I have a confession to make. I haven't finished the Stardust Crusaders series. I'm only on episode 43 on Netflix. But I know which [SPOILER] character deaths are coming and I can't bring myself to continue it yet. This is my way of coping with the upcoming scenes until I finally gather the courage to actually watch them. Also, you guys really seemed to like my other Jotakak smut fic 'Ice Cream.' So I figured, hey, why not surprise you all with a 16 page smut fic?
All songs referenced in this fic are slowed and reverbed because I think it just sets the perfect tone for a little stripping from our favorite JJBA hotties. Sit back, take a shot, turn the lights down low, and enjoy (like Kakyoin enjoyed Jotaro's strip show.)
TMI WARNING: collars, leashes, strip shows, pole dancing, glitter sex (a lot of glitter sex,) hand jobs, blow jobs, riding, anal sex, orgasms drunk dancing, JEALOUS Kakyoin, some humor, and Jotaro gets called kitty up ahead! Proceed at your own risk, loves. Don't say I din't warn ya!
It had been two weeks since Kakyoin and Jotaro had fucked each other. If one were to go off of general demeanour alone, it would seem, to the outside observer, as if the two had only the most cordial of relationships. Jotaro never made mention of either the First Night or the Ice Cream night. There had been no winking, no slight brushing of hands, no double entendres. Of course, Kakyoin hadn't expected Jotaro to become a full out flirt after their steamy encounters. But he hadn't expected him to be so...robotic either.
But if that's how he wanted to play it, Kakyoin would abide by the rules of his game. He could lay low, pretending that it never happened. After all, his focus should have been on their mission: their goal of locating Dio had been their main driving force since setting out upon their journey long ago. Any distraction would be stupid, and potentially fatal.
Which would mean that his feelings were stupid and bound to be fatal.
Feelings…
Is that what it was called, when he had trouble breaking away from Jotaro's tepid blue gaze? When he sat down next to Jotaro and secretly hoped that the other man would bump or brush against him? When they said goodnight from their separate beds, and Kakyoin lay awake in the night battling his gut-wrenching disappointment and biting his bottom lip until it bled? How inconvenient to have feelings. You either acknowledged them or pretended that they didn't exist at all. And only the latter option seemed to be the safest and surest.
So he pretended that it had meant nothing, that they were just two men who had satisfied a quick and primal need. Using each other.
He walked behind Jotaro, eyebrows drawn in consternation.
God, how he wanted to be used again.
"Hey, Polnareff, I thought you said the restaurant was nearby!" Mr. Joestar called out roughly. Polnareff startled and turned around, his eyes bright with surprise.
"Moi?!" He asked in offense, "When did I become the official tour guide? The map said it should be just around the corner..." Polnareff paused and scratched his head, looking at the map. "I'm just not sure which corner."
"Good grief…"
Why can't sex come without all the mental turmoil, Kakyoin thought to himself, his eyes never leaving Jotaro's back. Jotaro stopped and glanced over his shoulder, sensing Kakyoin's gaze. Kakyoin jumped and quickly looked away towards a mother standing outside her house with her son. The son was skipping with a boxful of items towards a running car.
"Hurry up,we were supposed to have left hours ago!" The mother chittered. The boy hopped in the backseat. As he did so, a bundle of items fell from the box and landed on the sidewalk.
"Huh? Wait!" Kakyoin ran towards them but, with a single cheerful wave, the boy and the car disappeared around a bend. Kakyoin stooped down and retrieved the bundle. It was a binder full of blank watercolor paper. Tied to it with a piece of unwinding cord was a single watercolor brush and a small baggie full of paints. Shame that he dropped it, Kakyoin thought to himself as he stuffed it in his bag, I'll just hang on to it, I guess.
"Kakyoin." There was that voice, the one that seemed to freeze his heart in place every single time. Kakyoin stood and faced Jotaro.
"You comin'?" Jotaro asked and Kakyoin nodded. Well, there was his double entendre.
"Wait a minute…" Mr. Joestar suddenly said from up ahead. He pointed at the building looming in front of him and began to fuss at Polnareff. "The Playhouse?! Are you serious, Polnareff?"
"Hey! Don't yell at me! The pamphlet didn't say that it would be a...a…"
Avdol jumped and began to wave his hands frantically, sweat beading along his shocked face. "Isn't there any other place that we can go? Anywhere, Mr. Joestar? I can't be seen in a...a…"
"Look! There's a hotel attached," Polnareff said, pointing at the building behind it. It was even larger and more garishly decorated than the first. The two buildings were separated by a gated pool surrounded by palm trees. "Besides, I don't think there's anywhere to eat for miles. Unless you three would rather we keep walking."
"I don't know," Mr. Joestar said, puffing out his chest, "A man of my standing would never-"
"Come on, old man." Jotaro said, stepping forward. He hunched his shoulders, shoved his hands in his pockets and walked into the building as if he owned it. The remaining four glanced at each other, shrugged, and then followed him.
Kakyoin looked up at the neon sign as he passed below it. The bright, electric pink lights seemed to touch everything around them: his face, their hands, even the evening sky was lit a faded pink color. There was a silhouette of a busty woman reclining in the letter 'y.' Every few seconds the lights would flash in a different position and her single blue leg would raise seductively from the glass. All along the hall within there were pictures of semi-nude women twisting and contorting in attractive poses beneath buzzing Christmas lights. A door opened at the end of the hall and a lady in chaps and kitty ears greeted them cattily.
"Table for five?" She asked. She batted her eyes at Mr. Joestar and he choked.
"Uh, yes ma'am," Mr. Avdol said as Mr. Joestar stood stuttering incoherently.
"Ma'am? Been a long time since someone called me that. Just call me Kitty Galore, that's m'name. Right this way!"
They followed her through the door and into a smoky room filled with platforms and cushy booths. It was an American styled disco complete with strippers in high boots and colorful strobe lights. As they watched in awe, dancers of all ages and races slid and gyrated around silver poles.
"See? It's not so bad," Polnareff said, laughing awkwardly. "In fact, I think I already like this place."
"Just keep your guard up," Mr. Joestar said solemnly and Polnareff nodded.
"Right. Of course."
The five men settled into a red vinyl booth and the woman in cat ears reappeared with a tray full of clear glasses and several plastic menus. As she passed Kakyoin a glass of water, her fingers brushed his and she winked. "So...what'll you be having?"
"Let's see…" Mr. Joestar said, passing an appraising eye over the menu. It was an American menu full of hamburgers, pizza, fries, and cheap beers. "We'll have five of your best cheeseburgers, a house salad, and a couple of Cokes. Also several rooms for the night. Sound good to you boys?"
They all nodded, though their attention was elsewhere. A woman in a purple leather catsuit jumped high on a pole and slid down in reverse, her eyes never leaving Jotaro. But he paid her no mind, absorbed as he was in his own thoughts. This comforted Kakyoin for some reason.
"Right-o!" Kitty Galore said, gathering their menus. "Be back in a jiff!"
He watched her as she bounded away, her puffy white rabbit tail wagging in a very vulgar way above her butt. Kakyoin wondered where it was connected, considering the fact that she was wearing assless chaps. As he watched, she handed the slip with their orders on it to the kitchen staff and walked towards a door behind the farthest stage. It was a rather unassuming door with the word 'Play' stenciled on it in bold red paint. She opened the door and a lavender-tinted mist flowed out. The music playing from within the room was a bit more slow and sensual. There were fewer guests in there, and they were all centered around a single platform bearing a silver pole. The door closed and she disappeared, taking the mystique and intrigue of the room with her. A new song blared over the speakers and Kakyoin drew his attention back to their table.
"Hey, Jotaro. That guy over there has the exact same uniform as you."
"Hm?" Jotaro opened one eye and they all looked at the booth across from them. There sat a single young man. His hair was blond and his face was fresh, youthful even, and peppered with freckles. As they watched, he hailed a woman covered in glitter and whispered a few words in her ear. The woman disappeared and then reappeared at their table, carrying a platter bearing a single glass mug full of frothy beer.
"From the darlin' in booth number four," she said in a low voice and slid the mug over to Jotaro. Kakyoin looked back at the lonely American with the blonde hair and realized, with a growing dislike, that his was booth number four. Jotaro accepted the mug and simply held the handle in his large hand, eyeing the American suspiciously. Perhaps mistaking his expression as an invitation, the American stood and rocked over to their table.
"Hi," he said shyly, but mostly to Jotaro. He bowed low and grinned at the young Joestar. "My name's Emmett. I couldn't help but notice that you and I are wearing the exact same uniform."
Their original waitress returned with their order and hotel room numbers, all single bedrooms. One of the dancers ran up to her and began to whisper frantically in her ear. A look of frustration crossed her face and she rushed away. Emmett moved out of her way.
"Are you a student from Japan?" Jotaro asked, cordially enough.
"Yes." He said the name of their school. "I'm studying abroad for a couple of semesters. But right now I'm on vacation. It was my sister's birthday yesterday and I came out here to meet her. I'm leaving tonight, regrettably."
"Mm," Jotaro said, in a very noncommittal manner. He raised a cigarette to his lips. A purple and blue shadow crackled to life beside him and suddenly his cigarette was lit. He had used Star Platinum to light his cigarette, but the American hadn't noticed. "Strange that we have the exact same uniform," Jotaro reiterated, "down to the golden chain on the collar."
"Well, I'll admit, you look much better in it than me," the American said and Kakyoin spit out his water. As he dabbed at his wet coat with a napkin, Emmett fumbled in his pocket and retrieved a packet of cigarettes. "Mind if I join you?"
Kakyoin realized something then. Jotaro must have used Star Platinum to test Emmett. If he were a Stand user, he would have noticed Platinum's sudden appearance and reacted in some way, indicating his own abilities. But Emmett seemed happily and stupidly unaware.
No, go away, Kakyoin thought to himself but Jotaro nodded and they made room for him in the booth. As the others wolfed down their food, he watched as Emmett leaned forward and let Jotaro light the tip of his cigarette. The small firelight illuminated both their faces and as Emmett drew back, exhaling smoke, their sights remained fixed on eachother.
"This is amazing!" Mr. Joestar said and Avdol nodded his assent, his cheeks bulging with food.
"Seeeeee," Polnareff said, wagging a finger. A passing waitress blew him a kiss and he blushed. "I told you I know how to pick 'em! Bonsoir, mesdames!"
"It's an American bar," Avdol said, laughing. "Try using English."
"Oh...right. Good evening, my ducks," Polnareff said in his best English and they burst out laughing as a trio of women looked over at him in fright. Why aren't I having fun, Kakyoin thought to himself as he looked around the table at the bright, beaming faces. Emmett was sitting closer to Jotaro, waving his cigarette emphatically as he explained different ways to perform a card trick that they both knew. Jotaro was listening quietly, his arms folded across his large chest. He didn't seem particularly moved by Emmett...but he didn't seem totally uninterested either. Kakyoin wished more than anything that he could be the one talking to Jotaro; sitting close enough to speak directly in his ear as Emmett was doing, holding his attention, inching closer in order to be heard over the blaring music. Kakyoin ordered a shot of something sour and then a beer and then another shot. He didn't usually drink, but it's not like anyone was paying attention to him. He had managed to just sort of blend into the booth, his eyes dark and teeth set on edge. Why wouldn't Emmett just go away?
He couldn't see Emmett's eyes, obscured as they were by the shadows cast by the strobing light. Kakyoin caught him making a measuring gesture beneath the table and Jotaro snickered. Jotaro said something beneath his breath and Emmett smiled a close-lipped smile that seemed to be full of devious intent.
"We'll be back," Jotaro said, rising suddenly from the table. He hadn't touched a single bite of his food. Emmett rose behind him and together they walked out of the dining area, weaving their way past pole dancers and busy waiters. Kitty Galore, lurking towards the back of the room, watched them leave, then turned and caught Kakyoin's eye with a strange look.
"Hey, Kakyoin, you haven't said anything the whole hour that we've been here," Mr. Joestar clapped him good naturedly on his back. He startled and spit his straw out.
"I'm fine, it's nothing." He said, wiping his lips with his sleeve. "I'm...gonna go find the bathroom."
He stood up and hurried away from the table. Part of him considered going after Jotaro and the man. But he hated the thought of seeming so pitiful, even if it was only to himself. A woman in a feathered mask grabbed at his coat as he passed by and he shooed her away with a gentle smile. "Where's the bathroom," he mouthed to her over the sound of the music and she pointed him towards a hallway in the back. He followed her directions, untangling himself from curious and rowdy patrons of both genders as he made his way.
Finally, he reached the door marked for males and he pushed his way inside. He paused, for there, standing at the sink, was Kitty Galore.
"The female bathroom tends to get wild this time of night," she said apologetically, clutching a tube of purple lipstick.
"It's alright," he said. He stood at the sink a few feet away from hers and turned the faucet on high. He plunged both hands beneath the cold water and brought them to his face.
"Is that your boyfriend?" She asked, watching him carefully. "The tall, dark and handsome one with the funny hat?"
'Huh? Jotaro? Oh, no. Just a...friend."
"Oh," she said, pursing her lips dramatically. "It's one of those situations."
"Huh?"
"It's complicated," she said in mock English. She resumed tracing the lipstick along her small lips. "I saw the way that you looked at him...Kakyoin, I think I heard them call you? It was very sweet." He said nothing to this and she sighed, disappointed with the lack of drama-talk. "I can give you his room number, you know."
"Thanks, Miss Kitty, but I don't think that'll be nec-"
"Forty three."
"...okay..."
"You're welcome. Ugh," she said suddenly, rolling her eyes. My dance partner canceled tonight. I hate doing solo routines. You have a nice body and pretty face. Do you dance?"
"Honestly, not if I can avoid it-"
"9:30. In the Play room. See you there, Kaki."
She left and Kakyoin had no idea what had just happened.
X
Kayoin wandered out of the bathroom feeling very drunk and alone. Mr. Joestar and Avdol were still at the table, laughing and having a grand old time. It seemed like forever since he had seen them so genuinely joyous. The trip had taken a toll on all of them, and he was glad that they had found a moment of peace. Polnareff was nowhere to be seen. Kakyoin assumed that he had gone after some lady. But he wanted to be alone at that moment so he got his room key from Mr. Joestar and wandered outside.
The fresh night air was mercifully cool on his skin. He hunched his shoulders and wandered past the pool towards the building housing multiple levels of rooms. His was number forty six, on the third floor. He climbed the steps, thinking, maybe I'll do a little bit of painting with my new tools and then just go to sleep. We'll be out of here bright and early tomorrow. But as he walked down the stone walkway he realized that he'd have to pass room number forty three. Jotaro's room. He stopped and wondered if Jotaro was in there with Emmett. It was none of his business, but...he was curious.
I'll just listen at the door and make sure that he's okay, if he's even in there, Kakyoin thought to himself. Yeah, that's it. I'll just check in on him.
Kakyoin gently pressed his ear to the outside of the door. There was silence and then…
"Aw, man, Mister Jotaro! It's so big!"
Kakyoin gasped and almost fell backwards. It was Emmetts's voice, unmistakably.
"I mean...wow...and the girth! It's like a giant, upright missile!"
"Nani!?" Kakyoin quickly covered his mouth, his eyes wide and watering with shock.
"Why don't you touch it?" Came Jotaro's cool voice in response.
"If I touch it, I think it'll get us both in trouble. I'm just so clumsy with these sorts of things, you know?"
"Come on, Emmett, I thought you wanted me to teach you some new tricks. Here, I'll show you how to do it…"
Kakyoin couldn't bear to hear anymore. He launched himself away from the door and ran as fast as his legs could carry him down the walkway. Once at the bottom level, he stopped and vomited up all of his dinner into a nearby bush. It couldn't be…and yet it had been so obvious.
Jotaro and Emmett were…
He felt another wave of nausea come and he quickly covered his mouth. Jotaro's a grown man, he can do whatever he wants, Kakyoin reminded himself, and added, with whomever he wants. Just that moment the doors to the club burst open and he jumped behind the bush. Mr. Joestar and Avdol wandered out, looking around.
"Hey, where'd those two head off to?"
"They might have gone to bed already. It's getting late. I suggest we do the same."
"Yeah, you're right."
He watched as the two men climbed the steps and entered their seperate rooms, after bidding each other goodnight. Kakyoin wasn't sure why he did it, but he rushed forward and slipped back into the bar right as the door was about to close. Where to go, where to go? He looked around the neon-lit room, panting. His heart was thunderous and his thoughts were stormy. He didn't want to think about Jotaro and Emmett in room forty three, Jotaro in Emmett in room forty three, but the more he tried to push it away, the stronger and more vivid the image became.
Relax, relax, he thought to himself. He gripped his red hair in his hands and closed his eyes. The music was louder than ever and the cool mist coming from the fog machines felt like it would suffocate him. Suddenly he opened his eyes and turned slightly in the direction of the farthest door, the one labeled 'Play.'
9:30. In the Play room. See you there, Kaki.
Why not? He'd just peek in, just long enough to calm himself down.
He took a shot from the tray of a passing waitress and downed it in one gulp. Why the hell not?
X
The music in the Play room was deep, throbbing, and sensuous. Its reverb made him feel as if he were swimming at the bottom of a black and blue perfume bottle. Cigarette smoke wafted from all corners of the room. It clung around the lone stripper's body as she spun around the pole, her face lacquered heavily with smokey makeup. He smiled shyly at her as she caught his eye and made an obscene gesture with her hands. His plan was to take a spot amongst the green vinyl seats. The crowd in there seemed calmer, and much more in tune with the erotic mood of the room. He could easily lose himself in such a mood for a few hours. He'd just watch.
"Kaki!" A voice called and he sighed.
Kitty Galore rushed up to him, and began to brush and pat at his clothes. "Good, you kept the uniform. They'll love to watch that come off. Had enough to drink?"
"I-"
"Neat-o!" She shoved a shot glass in his hand. They clinked their glasses - cheers! - and downed the syrupy liquid.
"Kitty, I don't think-"
"Don't think, just do." She popped a maraschino cherry between his lips. "Matches your earrings. They'll dig it!" The music changed suddenly and she squealed. "Ooh, that's us! Come along, mon cherry!"
She grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the stage. Slightly drunk, he staggered behind her, feeling hot and sweaty and bothered and confused. The lights went down and he was submerged in complete darkness.
"Arctic Monkeys - Do I wanna Know. The slowed down version. It's a hit, " she whispered to him but he had no idea what she was saying. He was having trouble placing where he was and why he was there. Images of Jotaro stretched out on a hotel bed assaulted his mind and he placed his hand on his throbbing forehead.
"Here we go!" Kitty squealed.
A heavy drumming rumbled through the speakers. The lights brightened. They were different now: glittery gold with an orange undertouch. Kitty swayed onto the stage in time with a slow guitar. She glanced back at him -come on - and raised her hands above her head.
Have you got color in your cheeks?
Do you ever get that fear that you can't shift the type
That sticks around like summat in your teeth?
Are there some aces up your sleeve?
Have you no idea that you're in deep?
I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week
How many secrets can you keep?
For a moment he simply watched her, bewildered. She moved gracefully with the music, prancing around like a dark princess of some warped underworld. The music was distorted and a couple octaves deeper than he was familiar with. He shielded his eyes against the stage light and saw the solemn faces of the audiences turned his way. Kitty glared back at him and twirled down into a slow splits. I can't do this, he thought to himself in embarrassment, and turned to leave. But the image of Jotaro flashed in his head and he grit his teeth. He didn't want to crawl back past door number forty three and huddle pathetically beneath his blankets while Jotaro…
He'd rather...
'Cause there's this tune I found
That makes me think of you somehow and I play it on repeat
Until I fall asleep,
Spillin' drinks on my settee
He turned. The alcohol was coursing through him, making him feel hot and bold and sweaty and ready.
Do I wanna know?
He closed his eyes and ran his hands down his broad chest, spreading his fingers along the way.
If this feelin' flows both ways.
He opened his eyes again and, smiling wickedly, fingered the buttons on his collar.
Was sorta hopin' that you'd stay.
He unbuttoned it slowly, sensuously, and the crowd cheered.
(Baby, we both know) That the nights were mainly made
For sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day
Crawlin' back to you
He flung his coat away at the last line and the crowd went wild at the sight of his toned chest and rippling, muscular arms. He brought his arms in and then spread them out wide, striking a pose of awesome and utter triumph. Kitty slid away towards the side, grinning wildly at the sight of him standing there in the spotlight. He sidled forward and grabbed the gleaming pole as the music increased in mood and tempo. He swung around once, twice, his fiery red hair flying free behind him.
Ever thought of callin' when
You've had a few?
Cause I always do
Maybe I'm too
Busy bein' yours
To fall for somebody new
Now, I've thought it through
Crawlin' back to you
He stopped in time with the singer's voice and simply held the pole, looking out upon the audience with a devilish eye. He hadn't seen Jotaro slip in the room, so blinded was he by the spotlight and sweat running into his face. Cherry time.
So have you got the guts?
He brought the cherry to the tip of his tongue and slid down the pole, his knees bent, hanging backwards with one hand. He threw his head back and rolled it along his tongue, wetly, while holding the eye of an amused woman in the audience. He hid it back in his cheek and rose slowly, his crotch grinding against the pole, and gave another turn. Kitty reappeared and he let the cherry role from his tongue onto hers. She rolled it back. She slid low and he rose high and they moved in opposite directions around the pole.
Simmer down an' pucker up,
I'm sorry to interrupt
It's just I'm constantly on the cusp
Of tryin'...
To kiss you
She rose, facing him, and they stared into each other's eyes. Suddenly she pulled away and swung around the pole, her legs kicked out. Excited now, he swung after her. His wet muscles gleamed magnificently beneath the harsh light and his hair was plastered to his head but he was enjoying himself as he slowly followed the bunny-tailed waitress around the pole.
I don't know if you...feel the same as I do?
But we could be together
If you wanted to.
She disappeared and he moved to his knees before the audience. He tossed his head back and ran his fingers through his hair as the singer's slow, reverbed voice overtook him. She returned with a bottle of water and something golden behind her back. She slowly poured the water over him and he gasped.
Crawlin' back to you
Ever thought of callin' when
You've had a few?
'Cause I always do
He wouldn't go crawling back to Jotaro. He fished the cherry out of his cheek and flung it into the crowd.
Maybe I'm too
(maybe I'm too busy)
He stuck his hand in his pants and the audience moaned in anticipation. Never again would he have 'a few too many' in Jotaro's name. Kitty Galore gasped, having spotted Jotaro with his arms crossed sitting in the back of the room.
Busy bein' yours
To fall for somebody new
Now, I've thought it through
Crawlin' back to you
One hand fondled the top of his unbuttoned pants, the other clung to strands of his own hair. Kitty swayed forward and revealed a goldenl collar with a black leash, which she placed slowly and seductively around Kakyoin's neck. Then she held a pair of suede cat ears to the audience which she then placed on his head.
Do I wanna know
If this feelin' flows both ways?
Was sorta hopin' that you'd stay
(Baby, we both know)
That the nights were mainly made
For sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day
Crawlin' back to you
He swung around the pole. He ran his hands along his sides. He moved his hips slowly. He knelt, tossed his head, entangled himself with Kitty Galore. He barely noticed when the song was over. But there he was, suddenly, chest to chest with Kitty in the falling light. Glitter balloons burst from up above him and they were both showered in silver-blue specks as the audience cheered.
"You were amazing. Oh my god, your hair. You'll never get the glitter out," she said, breathing heavily against him. Suddenly shy, he removed the cat ears and handed them to her.
"Thanks...I should probably go. My friends will be…"
'"No, stay. For just a minute," she said, her eyes flickering to a smoking hot Jotaro. The man's eyes were dark beneath his brim. She couldn't tell if he was angry or enthralled. She retrieved a velvet pink ribbon from out of nowhere and twirled it around Kakyoin. Then, grinning broadly, she pulled him towards the other side of the room to meet her friends.
Jotaro
Jotaro had come in just in time to see Kakyoin dance. He had been looking for him earlier and, not finding him in his room nor the dining area, he had pushed his way into the Play room on a whim. There, he had found Kakyoin on a stage surrounded by people. He hadn't been surprised, not really. He knew that Kakyoin had that kinky side that was bound to come out again, at some point.
And if this is how it happened, well..
He settled himself in the seat farthest from the stage and lit a cigarette.
He wasn't really surprised by anything anymore, the least of which being his friend gyrating on a stage with a girl dressed as a BDSM bunny.
Once seated, he had almost immediately been surrounded by a group of women who positively swooned over his hat and hair.
"Silence! You bitches are always so annoying!" He had said, but Kakyoin hadn't heard him over the music. He sighed in annoyance as the women literally fainted one by one at his feet. The waitress, the one who had served them earlier, glanced at him from up on the stage but didn't alert Kakyoin to his presence.
He crossed his arms and settled into his cigarette, watching Kakyoin pensively out of one eye beneath his hat. The man was a great dancer, a bit unsure of himself at times, but he would undoubtedly get better with time. To be honest, Jotaro was very unimpressed. He liked Kakyoin best when he was squirming under him, not in front of a group of people.
He yawned at Kakyoin's cherry trick. Everybody was so enthralled. How pathetic. They whined and swooned and catcalled in time with Kakyoin's steps but they had no idea how freakish he really could be. Jotaro thought back to their Ice Cream night and snickered to himself. Kakyoin's dance now seemed so tame by comparison. So tame that it nearly offended him.
But he did like the gold collar that bounced around on Kakyoin's neck.
The song ended and Kakyoin caught Kitty in an embrace. This slightly irked Jotaro but he didn't let it get to him. The lights fell and the two dancers stepped off of the stage into the crowd. He noticed Kitty glancing at him and trying to move Kakyoin away. He'd let her have her time with him and then...
The audience gradually began to disperse. Soon there were only ten people left, then six, then it was just him, Kitty and Kakyoin. And Kakyoin still hadn't noticed him. How many drinks had he had, Jotaro wondered. Kakyoin was at a table with Kitty, facing away from him, sipping on a milkshake. He heard Kakyoin laugh a small, shy laugh and it did things to him that usually didn't happen so easily. Kitty caught his eye and he frowned a deep, impatient frown at her.
"Ha ha...ah….Kaki? I'm...gonna go now, ha ha. Good dance, but I think someone's here to see you...ha ha?"
She got up slowly and disappeared. Kakyoin's shoulders tensed, the gold collar wobbling on his neck. He wrapped his hand around his cup and brought the straw slowly to his lips, never once looking back at Jotaro. "So," he said coolly.
"Kaki," Jotaro said, standing up. "Is that a variation of your name or a play on the word 'cocky'?"
He took Kitty's place in front of Kakyoin who, for some reason, was refusing to meet his eye. Kakyoin sipped lazily from his straw and diverted his violet eyes to a spot somewhere on the ground. He seemed overly calm, icy even.
"Do I wanna know," Jotaro asked in English, making Kakyoin smile.
"Do I wanna know what happened between you and that American man?"
"Huh?" Jotaro seemed suddenly taken aback. "What's it to you?" He asked, regaining his composure in mere seconds.
"Nothing, I guess," Kakyoin said, his eyes still diverted. "You're a grown man, you can have sex with anyone you want."
Now Jotaro seemed really taken aback. His eyes twitched and he sneered in disgust at the very thought of doing that with Emmett. "What makes you think-"
"I heard you!" Kakyoin exploded, setting his cup down with a loud thunk. He quickly lowered his voice. "I was just passing by the door."
"So? What exactly did you hear?"
" 'Oh, Jotaro, it's so big' " Kakyoin sang in a mock-atrocious voice. " 'I can't touch it, I'll get in trouble. It's like a nuclear missile!' Ring a bell?"
Jotaro stared at him. He stared and stared and stared while the milkshake dripped from the upturned cup that had been in Kakyoin's hand. Then suddenly a smile cracked across his face. He tried to hold it in, he really did, and his cheeks bulged with the effort. But he couldn't and he began to laugh so hard that tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
Seeing Jotaro laugh was the strangest, most cursed thing. Kakyoin recoiled in shock, a look of utter fear twisting his lip. Had Jotaro gone mad?
"Kaki," Jotaro teased, wiping the moisture from both cheeks. His face resumed its normal grim expression and he shook his head in disbelief. "I was teaching Emmett a card trick. I showed him how to build a giant tower of cards and remove the most fragile cards in a way that wouldn't knock the tower over."
Suddenly the door to the Play room swung open and Emmett's beaming face shined in on them. "Oh, there you are Jotaro. Hi Kakyoin! Hey, Jotaro!" He called, shuffling a deck of playing cards between his hands, "Thanks for teaching me how to build a giant tower of cards and remove the most fragile cards in a way that wouldn't knock the tower over. I'm off to Japan now! Ciao! Goodbye!"
"Uh…" Kakyoin said when he left.
"Told you." Jotaro said, closing his eyes and crossing his arms.
"But...he said...girth and…"
"You didn't hear me, Kakyoin? I just said it was a giant tower."
"...right."
Kakyoin
Kakyoin felt stupid and hot and annoyed. He sighed. How had Jotaro become so good at making him feel that way? He closed his eyes and tried to ignore Jotaro as the other man stood up and walked away from him. He barely noticed Jotaro climb onto the stage. He didn't see him nod his head at Kitty, who had reappeared around the corner. He didn't see her nod back and scurry behind the stage.
Suddenly the stage lights blared to life and he looked up in surprise.
"Huh?" he said sweetly, lifting his head from his hand. There stood Jotaro at the center of the stage, his hat pulled low over his eyes. A new slow, reverb song began to play. Another pop hit by an American, but it was deep and arousing and repeated the English phrase, 'Earned It.'
"Good grief. You wanna see me strip or not?" Jotaro called down, one hand on his hip, the other slung lazily over his shoulder.
"Y-Yeah…"
He hadn't known that that was an option.
"Tch." Jotaro lifted his chin. His eyes were dark and his jaw was set in that blank expression that Kakyoin loved. Jotaro started with his jacket, which he pulled up and along his arms. This he discarded on the stage floor, leaving him in nothing but his tight-fitting black pants and pale green t-shirt. The t-shirt was the next victim. Rocking naturally in time with the music, he pulled it with a slow flourish away from his body. The glitter that had been kicked up clung to his broad, heaving chest and sparkled in his hair.
It was a show that Kakyoin had all to himself and he lived for it.
Jotaro moved so naturally with the music. He didn't have to dance, he didn't have to prance. He simply stalked along the edge of the stage with a small smirk beneath the shadow of his brim. He looked even tastier than the last time that Kakyoin had seen him - and that time he had been covered in ice cream and whipped cream.
Kakyoin stood up and moved towards the stage as if in a trance.
...you're perfect
You're always worth it
And you deserve it
The way you work it
Just at the right moment, Jotaro removed his hat and shook his hair out in time with the jumps in the music. He held the hat against the side of his face, obscuring his features for the most part. He simply rocked back and forth, solid as a rock, cool as the Arctic.
So I love when you call unexpected
'Cause I hate when the moment's expected
So I'ma care for you, you, you!
I'ma care for you, you, you, you...
Kakyoin jumped on stage. "Wait," he said and curled his fingers around Jotaro's belt.
On that lonely night
You said it wouldn't be love
But we felt the rush
It made us believe it there was only us
Convinced we were broken inside...yeah
Insi-i-i-i-ide...yeah!
So fitting! Kakyoin would have made a mental note to look up the song later but he was rather distracted at the moment. For his mouth had found Jotaro's again and he kissed him hungrily, ferociously. His fingers hooked themselves around Jotaro's belt and he pulled his pants down slightly, simply teasing himself with the soft fabric of Jotaro's briefs. Suddenly he choked and gasped, for Jotaro had found the leash connected to his collar and given it a yank.
"Hey, I think I might like this," Jotaro said. Kakyoin smiled.
"Well, if you like it so much then why don't you wear it?"
Much to Jotaro's surprise, Kakyoin unhooked the collar from his own neck and placed it around Jotaro's. Kakyoin gave the leash a little pull and Jotaro fell into him, sneering.
"How 'bout I call you….kitty Jotaro?"
Jotaro growled. Such a sight would have been severely menacing to anyone else but Kakyoin found it hard to take it seriously with all of the glitter in Jotaro's dark hair. Kakyoin laughed mischievously, his eyes alight with a devious thought. Kakyoin unwound the pink ribbon from his neck and reached around Jotaro to tie his wrists together behind his back. He leaned into Jotaro and Jotaro leaned back, lip curling.
"Awwww, come on, kitty, don't be so rude. Don't make me get the kitty ears. I think we'd both rather I give you a treat."
Jotaro
Jotaro really didn't enjoy the idea of being called a kitty. But he did enjoy the idea of getting a 'treat' from Kakyoin. Besides, he thought as he looked behind him, there was no one around. That Kitty Galore bitch had left a long time ago, he had used Star Platinum to make sure.
Well. He'd play Kakyoin's little game, then.
Wrists tied behind his hips, a still shirtless Kakyoin led him by the leash to a chair on the sidelines of the stage. Kakyoin gave him a little push and he fell into the chair. Gently, Kakyoin slid onto his lap and wound his arms around him. Out of absolutely nowhere, Kakyoin ran his tongue along Jotaro's nose. It was odd but it wasn't a...bad feeling. Jotaro cringed and closed one eye. He turned his head as Kakyoin sucked at his neck and began to grind against his lap.
That was much better.
Collared, hot, and bothered, Jotaro struggled slightly against his restraints as Kakyoin stepped off of him and fell to his knees between his legs. He looked up at him with the sweetest violet eyes, cheeks a slight pink color. There was the little kink that Jotaro had come to expect. His head fell back and he began to pant lightly as Kakyoin pulled his pants down just low enough to free his raging erection. Without hesitation, Kakyoin took his cock in his hand and licked all along the base. Violet eyes met blue as Kakyoin worked his particular magic, showing off, it seemed, in the wake of what he thought had been Jotaro's deceit with Emmett.
Jotaro's whole body strained suddenly as Kakyoin swallowed his cock whole, without warning. The feeling was incomparable to anything else in the world and he broke out in a cold sweat that carried little glittery rivulets from his hair to his chest. Kakyoin began to suck, faster and faster until Jotaro cried out and lurched forward.
A new song came on, slowed and reverbed like the others.
Feel like a brand new person
I don't care, I'm in love
Feel like a brand new person
I finally know what it's like...
Kakyoin slowed, rising and dipping his head to the slow, groovy beat, never breaking eye contact with him. He was an expert at blowing Jotaro: he kept a gentle suction going all while rolling the broad side of his tongue along Jotaro's cock. He slid his free hand between Jotaro's tense thighs and began to massage his balls, making Jotaro lurch backwards this time.
"You're out of practice, daddy," Kakyoin said mockingly as he massaged Jotaro's cock with the other hand. "Last time we did this, I was the one squirming around"
"Last time we did this I didn't have a collar on," he said in a very numb way. "Just wait 'til I get my hands on you, Kaki."
Kakyoin
Kakyoin blushed. He wouldn't let that happen any time soon.
He stood up and walked behind Jotaro. Quickly and efficiently, he used Hierophant Green to slash a section out of the black stage curtain. He walked back to Jotaro and tied the torn piece around his eyes. Then, he tugged Jotaro's leash and pushed him to lie down on the stage.
"What're you gonna do now?" Jotaro asked, completely blinded and very handsome
"You'll see...well, actually, you won't."
Swiftly he removed both their pants and nudged Jotaro towards the edge of the stage. He put one foot on the ground, and balanced his other bent leg on Jotaro's side. Slowly, biting his lip, he let himself down onto Jotaro's cock and they both cringed in delight.
"Good kitty," Kakyoin said and began to ride Jotaro's cock like a jockey on a bucking pony. His eyes rolled up in his head and his tongue hung wetly from between his lips as he lost himself in the feeling of having Jotaro inside him once again. He arched his back and grazed his fingers through his hair. Then his body uncurled like a slow, wet whip and he tugged Jotaro's leash
"Kiss me," he said and Jotaro obliged blindly.
Suddenly, the ribbon around Jotaro's wrists ripped with a loud zip. Kakyoin recoiled in surprise but Jotaro, still blinded, caught his sides and pulled him into a deeper kiss. Tightly they embraced while Kakyoin bounced gently on his cock, his fingers squeezing tufts of Jotaro's black hair. This feels so right, Kakyoin thought as he kissed Jotaro slowly and fingered his hair between both hands. Jotaro's hands slid down his sweaty back and to his waist. Suddenly he dug his fingernails deep into the dimples along Kakyoin's back and Kakyoin tensed. But he did not let go. Because the feeling welling up inside of him was too strong, too sweet. He closed his eyes and cried out softly as he was overtaken by waves upon waves of an overpowering orgasm. The blindfold fluttered away and Jotaro watched his every uncontrolled move.
Feel like a brand new person
So, how will I know that it's right?
In a new direction
So, how will I know I've gone too far?
Feel like a brand new person
I finally know what it's like...
He fell against Jotaro and held him tight as Jotaro tensed against his own release. They sat there, arms wound about each other, breathing deeply, coated in glitter, the stage lights hot and beautiful against their skin. Jotaro unclasped the collar and threw it to the side. Then, he reached out and grabbed a cigarette and a lighter from the pocket of his discarded coat. He lit it silently and blew smoke at the ceiling. Kakyoin retrieved the decorative kitty ears and placed it shyly in Jotaro's severely tousled hair.
"A giant upright missile," Kakyoin said, laughing. Jotaro snickered. Suddenly there was a loud pounding at the door.
"Hey, Kakyoin, is that you?" Polnareff's voice rang out from the other side. He knocked excitedly again. "Is Jotaro showing you the towering cards trick? Let me in! Come on, I wanna see! Helllooooo? Let me in!"
"Good grief," Jotaro and Kakyoin said at the same time before falling into a gentle, loving kiss.
Ending Notes: Yeah? What'd ya think? I can totally go full-nelson and write another one if this is what you guys like. I meant to have Kakyoin paint Jotaro with the art supplies that he got but...maybe let's save that for a rainy day, yeah?
Love y'all. 3