Author's Notes: I was kindly asked to add a continuation chapter to this fic. I was more than happy to oblige. #jotakaksmut4ever
X
Polnareff stretched his arms to the ceiling, gave a luxurious yawn.
"Gah," he said, resting his cheek on his hand and giving a mighty pout. "I'm so bored. Is anybody else bored or is it just me?"
Kakyoin did his best to repress a sigh and kept his eyes on the book in his hands. He couldn't help but find Polnareff exceedingly annoying at that moment. The poor Frenchman didn't do well with silences, especially not awkward ones.
And to be fair, the silence had been very awkward, indeed.
The three of them were wedged tight in a train cabin: Jotaro in front of the window, Polnareff on the bench to his left, Kakyoin on his right. Kakyoin had sensed Jotaro glaring at him for the better part of the morning but what his issue was, he didn't know. Every time he looked his way, Jotaro held his eye for a hot second and then broke eye contact. It couldn't have been anything that Kakyoin had done. The two of them had become suddenly and coldly distant ever since their night at the strip club. It broke Kakyoin's heart, it really did, but there were much bigger issues at hand. As much as he had wanted to snap and ask Jotaro what his deal was, he knew that there'd be no point in attempting a verbal sparring match with him. Jotaro could be as icy and immovable as a glacier when he got moody.
Kakyoin shifted in his seat as the train jostled him around, feeling suddenly irritable at the constant grinding of the train's wheels and the incessant whistling coming from above. The flimsy door to the compartment slid back and forth against its hinges and Polnareff yawned again.
"Gee, I don't know what's up with you two, but you're both about as boring as a dirty dish sponge. Cat got your tongue?" Polnareff tried again. Then, getting no response, he yawned loudly again and stretched out his legs. "By the way, have I mentioned how bored I am?"
That was it. Annoyed at Polnareff's clumsy manspreading, Kakyoin snapped his book shut and fixed him with a heated gaze. "You should consider yourself lucky. Would you rather we were fighting an enemy Stand user right now?"
"Huh?" Polnareff said, sitting up. "And just what's that supposed to mean, Mr. Holier-Than-Thou!?"
"It means that being bored is a privilege. And a much-needed break, if you know how to handle it."
"Break, shmreak. I wouldn't mind breaking an enemy Stand user's legs right about now. It'd be a lot more exciting than sitting here with you two wilting daisies."
Kakyoin crossed his arms, his foot bouncing impatiently upon the wooden board holding up his side of the bench. This must have annoyed Jotaro, as he had suddenly looked up and fixed Kakyoin with another difficult to read gaze. "Boring people are bored easily," Kakyoin said to Polnareff but, in a way, he was admonishing Jotaro for his inhospitality at the moment, too. The raven-haired man said nothing to this and instead looked away.
Polnareff, for his part, was simply not having any of Kakyoin's sass. He leaned back further in his seat, his legs shifting uncomfortably against Kakyoin's, and took on an air of condescending confidence. "Saaaay, Kakyoin," he said slowly. "Has anyone ever mistaken you for a girl?"
Kakyoin balked. Oh, it was on. "Why would they?!" He exclaimed, uncrossing his arms.
Polnareff shrugged, making a poor show of hiding the smile on his face. "Well...no offense but….you've got girl hips."
"Girl hips?!" Kakyoin resisted the urge to look down at his waist. It was true: Kakyoin had a very narrow waistline, so narrow that it could have almost been considered cinched. It made his shoulders look broader and often caused his uniform jacket to bunch at his hips. Like a skinny little hourglass, his mother used to tease before pinching his cheek. Well! He quite liked his body that way. And if Polnareff was going to be weird about it, then Kakyoin would be weird right back!
"-hello?" Polnareff was saying as he waved his hand in front of Kakyoin's face. "Are you gonna answer me? Has anyone ever mistaken you for a girl?"
Kakyoin crossed his arms again, comfortably, and peered at Polnareff with narrowed eyes. "Has anyone ever mistaken you for a man?" He asked smoothly.
Polnareff gasped. Jotaro placed his straw on his tongue and took a sip from the glass bottle on the table, the corner of his lip pulled down slightly.
"Sir!" Polnareff exclaimed, pointing a shaking finger at Kakyoin. He was trying his best to pretend that he was affronted but Kakyoin could tell that he had hit a funny bone. "I demand that you take that statement back right now! Or else you and I will have to settle this the old-fashioned way! Eh?! Well?! Stop grinning at me like that! Very well, you asked for it! Put 'em up!"
Polnareff sat up and wriggled his balled fists in front of his chest. Still grinning, Kakyoin slammed his elbow on the table and held his hand out. Polnareff grasped it without hesitation and tried to wrestle it back down.
"Old-fashioned way?" Kakyoin growled, sweat already breaking out upon his brow. There was nothing that a little arm wrestling between friends couldn't fix. Plus, it's not like there was anybody in the hall adjacent to their doorway, anyway. Screw his polite upbringing, Kakyoin was willing to be reckless. Polnareff pressured his hand down until it was a few inches from the table before Kakyoin quickly yanked it back up. "In your case, wouldn't the phrase be ancient-fashioned?"
"Oh-ho-ho, picking fun at people's ages now, are we? Isn't that a little too advanced for your thirteen-year-old mind? Maybe if I swap myself out with a Tickle Me Elmo doll, you'll have better luck!"
They were both laughing now, and dripping in sweat as they struggled against each other. "Did something get lost in translation? I'm seventeen," Kakyoin said with a giggle, charmed by the ridiculousness of it all. It was one of those moments that made the crusade special: like a pocket of joy tucked away from the harrowing gravity of their quest. "And good luck even lifting the Elmo doll off the shelf. Judging by the fact that you're about to lose this arm-wrestling match, you may not even have the ba-"
There was a sudden slam and the sound of glass breaking everywhere. Both men jumped and ducked as thick shards of glass went scattering around the table. Kakyoin peered through his arms at Jotaro who was twisted in his seat with his hand on the now-empty window frame. He had slammed it closed, violent enough to shatter it.
He turned back around in his seat and fixed both men with a challenging gaze as if to say, yeah, I broke the window. So what?
Polnareff dusted the particles of glass off of his shirt and shot Jotaro a questioning glance. In response to this, Jotaro simply closed his eyes and shrugged.
"It was getting hot in here, don't you think?" Came his rumbling baritone.
A mustached attendant with mousy hair peeked in their compartment and squealed in fright at the sight of the busted window. "The window! You've shattered it!"
"I'd suggest that you mind your own business or else your nose is going to get shattered next," Polnareff warned theatrically as Kakyoin hurriedly tried to tack his jacket over the window frame.
"Sorry," he said, glancing over his shoulder at the attendant with a winning smile. "You can just bill the Speedwagon Foundation later."
"R-right." The attendant took one glance at the window, looked back at Kakyoin, and then hurriedly scurried away.
"Mon Dieu," Polnareff said as Jotaro wiped the glass off the table with his sleeve. "How in the world do you do that? First, the stewardesses in the airplane where we encountered Tower of Gray and now this. "
"Yeah, Kakyoin, how do you do that?" Jotaro asked, none-too-kindly. Kakyoin ignored him.
"What? Get along well with people?" Kakyoin asked, adjusting the cuffs of his white button-up. "It's simple. It's a little trick I call Having Manners. Much like Mr. Joestar yelling 'nigerundayo' when he's running away, it's quite the party trick. You should try it sometime, Polnareff."
"And you should try being a rude boy," Polnareff added quickly. "Maybe dye your hair black and get a couple a' tattoos. Either way, you're just lucky you won the lottery with that face of yours. You could get away with anything, maybe even robbing a bank! Whaddya say?" Polnareff said with a friendly nudge and wink. "Down to make a couple of easy bucks with this old man?"
Kakyoin laughed. "Complimenting my looks and then asking me to commit robbery. I gotta say, you've got a penchant for trouble, Polnareff."
"And you've got a penchant for never wearing socks with your shoes. Hey, what is up with that any-"
"ENOUGH WITH THE SWEET TALKING," Jotaro suddenly thundered. "AND GET A ROOM ALREADY, WILL YOU? GOOD GRIEF! I'M DAMN TIRED OF HEARING YOU TWO TALKING ALL THE TIME!"
Polnareff and Kakyoin looked at each other, then back at Jotaro. "Geez, sorry, Jotaro," Polnareff said sulkily. "Who pissed in your cereal this morning?"
"The whole entire universe, if you ask me," Kakyoin muttered under his breath. Jotaro turned on him with the wrath of a thousand suns.
"Yakamashi! Urusai! Nobody asked you!"
Kakyoin startled at this and would have no doubt offered some witty retort had Polnareff not suddenly scratched his chin and moved between them.
"Well, speaking of rooms…I've been meaning to ask. Kakyoin, I know that Jotaro's been your hotel room partner for most of the trip. I don't want to overstep any boundaries but I was wondering if you'd be willing to room with me for a couple of nights. I just get so bored sometimes, you know?"
Kakyoin smiled, somewhat deviously because he could feel the heat of Jotaro's gaze on his neck. "Sure. I'd like that, Polnareff. What say you we start sharing a room as soon as we reach the next hotel?"
"Consider it done, my friend!" Then two men clasped hands as Jotaro's eyes went very, very dark. "I know you said that boring people bore easily, but maybe two bored people could make something of-"
Once again they were startled as Jotaro slammed his hand down on the table. His water glass exploded beneath his fist and he stormed out, a look of pure and utter annoyance etched across his face. Polnareff and Kakyoin were silent for a moment before looking over at each other with twin expressions of defeat.
"Between you and me, that man needs to get laid," Polnareff said with a yawn and another stretch. "And my pendulum doesn't swing that way. Ever consider doing a friend a favor, put those girly hips of yours to good use?"
"Yeah…" Kakyoin said slowly, staring at the spot where Jotaro had just been. Then suddenly he shook his head and looked back up at Polnareff. "Wait, what?"
X
A couple of hours later, Kakyoin emerged from the tiny compartment and slid the door shut behind him. Polnareff had fallen asleep some time ago with his arms crossed over his chest and his legs spread out beneath the table. What with his open-mouthed snoring and spread-out posture, Kakyoin had begun to feel woefully cramped, and restless now that he had nobody to talk to.
He nuzzled his chin in his scarf and walked with his hands in his pockets down the tiny hall. They still had several hours left on the train before they reached their destination and then from there it would be another plane trip before they finally reached the hotel. He hoped that DIO would have a bouquet of roses and a Welcome card upon their meeting. It was the least that he could do for their troubles before they…
...killed him.
The thought of finally encountering DIO again sent a shiver down his spine. It had only been a few months ago that Kakyoin had been in DIO's castle, listening in as the ancient vampire whispered delicious words in his ear. I could lay the world at your feet, Tenmei. You and your Stand. The opportunities are endless. All you have to do is reach those pretty hands of yours out and take it.
That's what DIO had said after calling Kakyoin a beautiful boy and making him do unspeakable things. The thought of it made him uncomfortable, though at the time DIO's promises had sounded particularly provocative. Sometimes, Kakyoin wondered if he had made the right choice in declining his offer.
He smiled and scooted over to the wall as a giggling couple passed by him. The woman looked up at him and graced him with a distracted smile as she passed by. She reminded him of Holly: the main reason why he had joined the crusade in the first place. No, he could have never pledged himself to DIO, not when it came at the expense of all that was beautiful and light in the world.
And especially not if it came at the expense of Jotaro's livelihood.
He stopped at the doorway to Avdol's and Mr. Joestar's cabin. The two men were engaged in conversation, a map between them and a camera at Mr. Joestar's side. He watched Mr. Joestar's face as he spoke, a tremulous feeling of guilt rising in his stomach.
A small matter of business that must be addressed, DIO had once said with his chin resting upon his fist, it pertains to a rather pesky bloodline by the name of Joestar. But. We will come to that eventually. Now, we need to work on harnessing your strength.
Kakyoin could have killed Jotaro, easily. He would have wiped his blood off of his hands with the same handkerchief that he had given him upon injuring him, then he would have done the same to Mr. Joestar.
So maybe that was it, he realized as he slid the door open. Maybe that's why Jotaro had been acting so weird lately. He still harbored a grudge against Kakyoin for trying to kill him. Maybe having sex with him had been a needle in his conscience, like he had somehow fallen prey to the temptations of the one man amongst them who couldn't be trusted.
Kakyoin closed his eyes and breathed in shakily. At the end of the day, he was still the worst amongst them. Well, maybe him and Polnareff. They had both fallen so easily for DIO's spell, and in turn, had been on the verge of committing terrible crimes against the Joestars. If that was the case, he didn't blame Jotaro for becoming cold. He would have felt the same way if he was in his position.
"-Kakyoin...hey, Kakyoin. Hello? Are you okay? Why are you just standing there?"
Kakyoin hurriedly opened his eyes and looked back down at the two men. Avdol and Mr. Joestar were staring back up at him with worried expressions.
"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine. S-sorry. Do you happen to know where Jotaro went? He was sharing a cabin with Polnareff and I before he suddenly walked off."
"He walked off, did he?" Mr. Joestar crossed his arms and shook his head. "Well, when you find him, tell him to be careful! Now's not the time to be catching attitudes and walking away. We have to stick together. It's not safe out here anymore. An enemy Stand user could be just around any corner-"
"I know that. I'm not the one who walked off." Kakyoin said, somewhat annoyed. He turned to Avdol. "Have you seen him?"
"He's in cabin number twelve," Avdol said.
Mr. Joestar cast him a sly smirk. "Well, I'll be damned. That intuition of yours sure does come in handy. How do you do it?."
"It's a...complicated process..." Avdol said slowly. He didn't feel it particularly necessary to mention that he had overheard Jotaro asking one of the train attendants if there were any empty compartments and that the attendant had directed him to cabin number twelve.
Kakyoin thanked him and then wandered down the hallway until he reached compartment number twelve. He could see Jotaro beyond the glass window in the door, staring out of the window with a frown on his face. He took another deep breath in as the train jostled him side-to-side. It would be an in-and-out mission: he'd say what he had to, consider the matter done with, and then refocus all of his energy on the crusade. He and Jotaro had had their fun, and now he'd close the book and put it away before his feelings got the best of him.
Still, as he slid open the door to the compartment, he couldn't help but think about the night at the strip club when he had sat on Jotaro's lap and placed a set of decorative kitty ears on his head while watching him blow smoke rings at the ceiling. Pulsing music, sex sweat, glitter….he'd never feel that close to another human being again.
He cleared his throat as he stepped into the compartment, held his hand to his chest before giving a small bow.
"Jotaro," he said, his nerves causing his voice to dip an octave lower. "If you have a moment, I have a few things that I'd like to say to you."
Jotaro said nothing to this. His cheek was resting on his hand as he stared out the window, his eyes sliding back and forth as he watched the scenery passing by.
Kakyoin slid into the seat in front of him and folded his hands on the table. The whole setting felt very business professional and he hated it. "I couldn't help but notice that you've been treating me differently lately. And, honestly, I'd rather you tell me the reason why before I'm forced to come to my own conclusions." He hadn't meant for it to sound so threatening, but there it was. Jotaro said nothing. He simply reached in his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it in silence. Kakyoin sighed.
"Alright, then," he said. "So you don't want to tell me. Fine by me. I'm just going to assume that I've done something to offend you. And, honestly, I'm at a loss as to what it could be. But, whatever it is, I'm sorry. And I want you to know that I've always considered you a good friend and a formidable opponent in our battle against DIO's puppets."
The train gave a harsh whistle, the only sound to punctuate the silence. Jotaro breathed in and then blew smoke out of his nose. Kakyoin waved away the smell delicately and stood up.
Well, he thought to himself as he brushed the wrinkles out of his shirt, I tried. And then Jotaro said something that made him freeze.
"I don't know why you're apologizing to me," he said, holding the cigarette in front of his mouth, "shouldn't you be apologizing to Polnareff for not sharing a room with him sooner?"
Oh, that was it.
Kakyoin reared up and made for the door. He slammed it a bit harder than was the intention and simply stood in the hallway, thinking. He should have gone back to his compartment and ignored Jotaro's cutting jab, but he couldn't. Kakyoin was polite, but hotheaded, too. There were some things that he just couldn't let slide.
He opened the door again and stepped back into the compartment. "You're jealous," he said, pointing a finger at Jotaro. "Perhaps you'd care to enlighten me as to why that's my fault?" He suddenly laughed. "Back at the strip club. You laughed in my face when I told you that I was uncomfortable with your relationship with that American tourist, Emmett. And now here we are," Kakyoin shrugged, the smile still lingering around his lips. "Full circle, I guess. Right, Jojo? Polnareff and I are friends...sort of. And if that makes you uncomfortable then I'm sorry. You're just gonna have to deal with it."
He walked out of the compartment again and slammed the door shut behind him. Once again, he paused and stared at the ceiling. He was on a rampage now and finding it hard to bottle up the feelings inside of him. There was so much more that he wanted to say - that he needed to say. Jotaro didn't scare him, and he'd be damned if he let his silence be the last word in their conversation.
He opened the door again.
"One more thing," he said as he slid the door closed. "I don't know if you're aware, Jojo, but there are rules to things like this. You can't...do what we've done and then just pull away like nothing happened. For a moment, I felt so close to you...like we were twin flames on conjoined candles. And I know you felt it, too. Experiences like that matter because they define who we are. And who we are, are two people who took a moment in time and made it special. If that's not where your mind is then screw you, Kujo. You used me and I'll never forget that."
He walked out, slammed the door closed again.
There. That was better. He immediately regretted the double entendre of the English phrase screw you but oh well. He slid his hands in his pockets, nestled his chin in his scarf, and rested his back upon the door to Jotaro's compartment. There was something else that he wanted to say, but he couldn't get his thoughts straight. It was at the tip of his tongue, begging to find its fruition. There was something about Jotaro's silence that made him curious. He'd like to think that he knew Jotaro well enough by then. The man wasn't being malicious, he was-
He spun around and opened the door.
"And another thing-" he said. But suddenly he was eye-to-eye with Jotaro. There was something jarring about being so close that he could see the many hues of blue in Jotaro's irises. For a split second, Jotaro's hand tightened in his collar. Then his eyes narrowed - his expression snapped - and Kakyoin was yanked forward off of his feet. He stumbled and then landed on the seat on the opposite side of the compartment. Jotaro slammed the door behind him and yanked the papery curtain closed.
"Ah. I see," Kakyoin said with a smile as Jotaro leaned over him and unclasped the pin holding the curtains open on the window behind him. They were enveloped in shadows with only the soft golden glow from behind the curtains illuminating the cabin. "I crossed a line, didn't I, Jojo? And now you're going to beat the hell out of me with no witnesses in sight." He laughed derisively as Jotaro rolled up his sleeves. "You want to pound me into submission again?" He added deviously. "Except...something tells me I may not enjoy it this time."
"Good grief, don't be so dramatic. You're reminding me of the old man," Jotaro said as he slid into the seat opposite Kakyoin. "If I wanted to beat you up, you'd already be at the dentist's office getting your jaw rewired, Kakyoin." He looked away. "And I'd rather you didn't insult me by implying I'd lay a hand on you that you didn't want. I'm not gonna hurt you."
"But you already have," Kakyoin said, sitting up and readjusting himself in his seat. "Jotaro. You weren't my first, but with the way you've been treating me, I hope to God that you're my last. I can't go through this again."
"So what are you going through?" Jotaro asked, looking up and holding his eye in a way that felt very, very familiar to Kakyoin. He forgot that Jotaro could be like this sometimes: comfortable, concerned, and caring for a very few select people.
And Kakyoin was one of those people, he no longer doubted that.
Kakyoin crossed his arms, shrugged, and began to knock his heel anxiously against the bench. "Getting close to someone," he finally said, staring at the drawn window shades. "As close as is humanly possible...and then feeling like we're only growing farther apart as the days go on."
Jotaro was quiet for a long time. He stared into Kakyoin's eyes and Kakyoin stared back. Then he reached out and brushed the hair away from Kakyoin's face. His hand was cold but still, there was something so soft and comforting about his touch. He was sweeping his gaze across Kakyoin's forehead, perhaps looking for the spot where DIO's flesh bud had once nested. Kakyoin was reminded of that day when he had asked Jotaro why he had done it: why he had found it in his heart to save him even though Kakyoin had been so willing to murder him in cold blood.
Jotaro drew his hand away, clenched it tight, and held it in front of his face.
"I had a dream the other night," he finally said in his low, reverberating voice. He slid his hand in his pocket and looked away. Already, Kakyoin began to miss the kinship of their shared gaze. "Never really had dreams before," Jotaro continued. "So when it happens it's always confusing. Like it's hard to tell what's real and what's not."
"Looks like we have that in common," Kakyoin said quietly. "Among other things..."
Jotaro smiled and suddenly it felt to Kakyoin as if the compartment had been lit from within. "I was on a beach. And everyone was there: the old man, Avdol, Polnareff...Holly and Suzi. They were all standing around in the water, laughing and telling me to get in. Except I didn't want to because the water was blood red and I knew that if I got in, it would all be over. Like something bad was waiting for us all on the horizon where the water met the sky."
Kakyoin leaned forward. He wanted to touch Jotaro so, so badly…
Jotaro lifted his hands, placed his elbows on the table, and rested his chin against his knuckles. "You were there," he added, looking back up at Kakyoin. "You were the last person standing on the beach with me, right in the sand. You kept telling me that you wanted to join the others in the water but I begged you not to. I couldn't lose you, too, not after losing everybody else…"
Jotaro fell silent as his eyes wandered away. Kakyoin wasn't sure what to say. It was the most that he had ever heard Jotaro speak at once. "So what happened?" He asked breathlessly. Jotaro shrugged.
"I couldn't convince you. You walked into the water until it was up to your pretty little hips. And then you looked back at me and laughed, just like the rest. At some point, it wasn't even your laughter anymore. It was-"
"-DIO's," Kakyoin finished for him.
Jotaro's fists tightened beneath his chin. "Never met him before, but I somehow knew. There was something off about the moonlight in my dream. It didn't feel real...it felt like it was coming from somewhere else...or someone else. And you were all just standing beneath it, in the bloody water. I realized something, Kakyoin. I've been thinking about it ever since we left the strip club. This crusade isn't a damn joke. I might just lose every single one of you. So maybe you can answer me this," Jotaro looked back up at him, his eyes hard and tone heated. "What's the point in getting close to someone if they're just going to die in the end?"
"I see," Kakyoin said slowly. This time it was his turn to break eye contact. He pondered Jotaro's words for a long time. Shadows were bouncing back and forth across the curtain: other trains, houses, mountain ranges. Somewhere beyond, people were going about their lives oblivious to the tender moment spreading out between the two men. He appreciated the fact that Jotaro was being so vulnerable, but didn't want to voice it lest his response came off as pitying or supercilious. "I see," he said again, still watching the curtain. "So that's why you've been so cold. It's not that you don't care. You just care a little too much. Jotaro," Kakyoin leaned forward and held his hands out upon the table. "I'm not going to die anytime soon. None of us will. I have no intention of ever leaving you."
"DIO might have other plans."
"Pardon my bluntness, but DIO can suck my-"
"Seriously, Kakyoin?" Jotaro leaned forward with a small smile. "I thought that was my job."
"You're right. Sorry, Jojo." Kakyoin seized the opportunity and grabbed Jotaro's hands. He squeezed them tight and then kissed his knuckles. He was glad that Jotaro had chosen to close all of the curtains. The scrutiny of others would have never allowed for such an affectionate display, not with how uptight they both could be. "But I think I finally understand you. It's not that you don't have anything to say when you get all silent and broody and weird. You just can't always find the right words. But when you do find them…" Kakyoin paused and breathed in the smell of cologne wafting from Jotaro's wrists. "Mr. Kujo, you really are something else."
"You don't think I know that already?"
Kakyoin chuckled. "Now that we're on speaking terms again...go ahead, ask me."
"What am I supposed to ask you?"
"Anything you want."
"Anything, huh?"
"Yes, Jojo." There it was, that sickly-sweet feeling flowing through him. Anticipation often made him giddy and restless. They both knew where this was going, and it was going there fast. "Anything...you...want."
"Fine," Jotaro gave a lopsided grin and leaned farther over the table. Kakyoin leaned forward to meet him. "Noriaki Kakyoin," Jotaro said, a smile in his voice, his tone husky and deep and driving Kakyoin crazy. "Can I rail the living daylights out of you...again?"
"God, yes."
Their lips met only a second later and they were kissing again. It felt like it had been so long since they had been able to touch each other so freely. Though in truth it couldn't have been more than a few days. The size, the smell, and the feel of Jotaro was just as intoxicating as it had been the first time and Kakyoin found himself already regretting the fact that all good things came to pass, and their liaison was no exception. Maybe Jotaro was right: maybe it was better to have never truly known love if it could only ever end at some point.
Jotaro's hands were on his face. He could sense Jotaro placing his knee on the table between them and leveraging himself up. Never breaking away, Kakyoin did the same and soon the two men were on their knees on top of the table, their arms wound tight around each other and lips never missing a beat. Kakyoin gasped and, realizing that it was necessary for him to breathe at some point, let his head fall back as Jotaro focused his attention on his neck. He moaned and couldn't help but giggle as Jotaro kissed and sucked with no discretion. What would he tell the others, Kakyoin wondered, when he emerged from the cabin covered in hickeys and small bite marks?
But that was a problem for him to deal with in the future. His body tensed and he moaned as Jotaro bit him, harder this time, hard enough to make his cock twitch and his breath hitch. And then Jotaro's hands began to wander, possessively and confidently. He untucked Kakyoin's shirt from his pants and spread his fingers along his belly, before allowing them to slide up and against his chest where they rested, tenting every time Kakyoin moaned or muttered. Kakyoin couldn't help it: he laughed as Jotaro smooshed his cheeks between his hands and kissed his face over and over again. There was something so innocent about the gesture that was at odds with everything else that Jotaro had done.
For the first time, the other man leaned back and took a deep breath in, sweat already dampening his pale green collar. Jotaro leaned in to kiss him again, but Kakyoin quickly put his hand over his mouth. Jotaro's skin was so, so smooth beneath his palm. And damp with the moisture of his warm, ragged breath.
Kakyoin loved it.
"Jotaro," Kakyoin grinned as Jotaro attempted to bite his hand. "Promise me one thing: you're not going to do this and then go all cold on me again, are you?"
Kakyoin moved his hand away and Jotaro immediately swooped in to kiss him. He placed his hands on Kayoin's face and tilted it to the side so that his lips were beside his ear. "You kiddin' me?" Jotaro's chest rumbled against Kakyoin's. "I'm never letting you out of this cabin."
"Mm-hm," Kakyoin said as Jotaro slid his tongue along his neck. It wasn't the exact answer that he was looking for. "Fair enough. So, Kujo. Are you going to tease me forever or are you gonna take my clothes off?."
"I was trying to show restraint," Jotaro said as he leaned back to look at him. "I know how particular you are about your uniform. I need you to tell me to take it off gently or else I'm going to rip it off of you."
"Rip it."
Jotaro leaned back a little, surprised. "You kiddin' me? You love your uniform-"
Kakyoin's eyes went dark as a small, mischievous smile flashed across his face. "Are you going to make me repeat myself? That's rather rude, don't you think-"
Jotaro slid both hands in the space between Kakyoin's buttons and yanked them apart violently. There was a loud 'rrrrriiiippp' as the fabric tore in two and buttons went flying everywhere. But there was one last barrier: Kakyoin's starched, white button-up. The material was known for being uncommonly sturdy amongst his classmates. There was no way that Jotaro would be able to tear it apart so easily with his hands.
But, unbeknownst to Kakyoin, Jotaro had no intention of using his hands.
As Kakyoin watched in surprised delight, Jotaro bent down, took a section of the button up in his teeth, and reared his head back. The resulting tear made it look like Kakyoin's shirt had lost a battle with a metal fan but something about it was so hot.
His abdomen was fully exposed now. Jotaro stepped off of the table, put his hands on Kakyoin's waist, and pulled him back until his legs were left dangling over the table's edge. They kissed again, quickly, before Jotaro diverted his attention to his neck, his collar, his chest, and then his belly. It was here that he stopped and parted Kakyoin's zipper. It took a second, but suddenly Kakyoin realized what Jotaro was about to do. The thought of it surprised and excited him tremendously. The last time they had gotten together, he had been the one deepthroating Jotaro.
He could have almost found his release then and there at the thought, without Jotaro having even gotten the chance to taste him.
He sighed and tensed his shoulders as Jotaro's mouth worked a particular magic on his cock. There was a sliver of light slanting through a part in the curtains. It fell across Jotaro's face, putting a golden flare in his eye as he looked up at Kakyoin. Then Jotaro closed his eyes - the light was extinguished - and he began to bob up and down against Kakyoin's waist. The following feeling was euphoric, arousing, and so satisfying that Kakyoin had to scrunch his toes to keep himself from going mad from pleasure. He slid his fingers through Jotaro's hair and then grabbed hold, guiding him slightly. He wanted to speak: to urge Jotaro on and convey how absolutely delighted he was by the gesture. But every time he opened his mouth, he could only gasp and whine quietly. His thoughts were a mishmash jumble of broken Japanese and English.
"Sugoi n-ne," he stuttered, hunching his shoulders and taking a sharp breath in. "Yamenaide-"
He couldn't tell, but it looked like Jotaro had smiled...well, as best as he could with Kakyoin's cock in his mouth. Still sucking, Jotaro raised his hands and slid them along Kakyoin's torso. There was something acutely primal and even submissive about the gesture as if Jotaro was worshiping every inch of Kakyoin's skin. Supplication in its most sensuous form.
Finally, after what seemed like too short a time, Jotaro threw his head back and took a deep breath in. The corners of his lips were wet and his hands were still on Kakyoin's sides, his fingernails digging into him.
"You ready," he asked, straightening up. Kakyoin nodded.
"Yeah. You sure the door is locked?"
Jotaro snickered. "You think I give a damn?"
"Wishful thinking," Kakyoin murmured as he reached over and flicked the lock on the door. He lay back upon the bench and sighed as he began to kiss Jotaro again, his fingers scrunched tight in Jotaro's hair lest letting him go meant losing everything that he had ever wanted. Jotaro straightened up - an intimidating silhouette of shadows in the small compartment - and unbuckled his pants, all the while holding Kakyoin's eye. He slid his pants down to his thighs and then tucked his shirt behind his neck. Kakyoin could smell him already: that heavy, musky scent that went hand-in-hand with arousal. Jotaro's cock was just barely visible in the dim light, but Kakyoin could tell that he was rock-hard already.
Jotaro put both hands on his chest and pushed him back until he was lying supine upon the seat rest. He stared up at the ceiling as Jotaro planted a trail of kisses along his body, feeling anxious and impatient and completely beyond the realms of control. He heard Jotaro spit and then immediately felt cold wetness dripping between his legs. He cringed and gave a shaky exhale as Jotaro pushed two fingers inside of him. It was an awkward and clumsy feeling that only smoothed itself out when Jotaro swiveled his fingers around and massaged a spot inside of Kakyoin that made stars explode behind his eyelids.
He reached back and grabbed the railing beneath the window, his grip so strong that the fragile plastic collapsed beneath his palms. Jotaro was using one finger now, his middle one, and slipping it slowly in and out of Kakyoin, drawing studded breaths and soft whimpers.
A sudden thought struck Kakyoin and he sat up. He grabbed Jotaro's wrist and held his eye cooly, trying his best to keep the edge out of his voice.
"You've done this before," he whispered, his voice almost lost beneath the grinding of the train's wheels. "Before me, I should say."
"That's none of your business," Jotaro said. He tried to pull his wrist back but Kakyoin tightened his grip.
"You're not the only one who can be possessive," he said.
"Well don't we make interesting company," Jotaro said with an amused smile. "Two jealous and possessive 'wilting daisies' according to Polnareff, stopping to have sex while on our way to kill an ancient vampire freak. Holly always said I should find someone who brings out the best in me. Although," Jotaro said, leaning down and brushing his lips against Kakyoin's ear, "Something tells me she had no idea she was talking about a man."
Kakyoin chuckled as Jotaro's chin slid along his neck. "Remind me to give my compliments to the chef when we meet up with her again." Then, catching something unspoken in the moment, Kakyoin added, "When, Jojo, not if."
Something about those words seemed to spur Jotaro into action. He lifted Kakyoin's legs and draped his ankles over his shoulders. Kakyoin reached back and held on tight to the railing as Jotaro entered him, one intoxicating inch at a time. It stung like hell, but Kakyoin had been prepared for it. He had been ridden by Jotaro before. He knew that he would have to give a little in order to get to where he needed to go.
Unable to hold Jotaro's gaze anymore, he closed his eyes and began to pant as Jotaro began to thrust within him. There were other people in the compartments on either side of them, and so he tried his best to be quiet. But there was no way that he could keep the whimpers from escaping his lips, not with how good it felt. Jotaro leaned down and covered his mouth, but still, Kakyoin moaned, his tone growing higher in pitch the deeper Jotaro thrust.
"Am I hurting you," Jotaro asked in a gruff voice as his sweat splashed on Kakyoin's face. He uncovered his mouth a little and Kakyoin arched his back.
"No...yes. Keep going."
"Are you sure that's what you want?"
"As sure as I've been since I first saw you, Jojo."
"Then tell me you want it."
"I-"
"Tell me, Noriaki," Jotaro growled, pressing his full length inside of Kakyoin and holding it there.
"Oh God, I want it so bad."
For some strange, strange reason, Kakyoin couldn't help but think about his parents as Jotaro railed the daylights out of him. Perhaps it was a Freudian slip. He had never told them of his plans to go to Egypt and kill DIO and so they must have assumed that he had simply run away. What would they think of him, then, as he slowly lost his mind while having sex with a man that he had once tried to kill? Kakyoin let his body be rocked by Jotaro and thought of the ridiculousness as of it all: once, so polite and unassuming, Kakyoin had allowed himself to become a submissive puppet of the sort that he had wielded in the form of a marionette. Jotaro gasped and growled against his pleasure, his eyes closed and body tense as he held Kakyoin down with firm and loving hands. They couldn't hold eye contact anymore - not now that things had become so intense. So as Jotaro watched whatever was happening beneath his eyelids, Kakyoin watched him and prayed that their moment together would last just a little bit longer.
But, as he had realized before, all good things truly did come to pass. His body was beginning to tense, winding itself up like a fast-moving clock. He tried to hold his orgasm down, for he knew that giving in to it would signal the end of their joint pleasure. But the sight of Jotaro was just so beautiful, his senses had just become so overwhelmed. He opened his mouth and tried to tell Jotaro that he was cumming, but all that came out was a breathy sigh of soft inebriation. Jotaro pushed into him again, fell forward, and soon they were chest-to-chest. Kakyoin let go of the railing and closed his eyes as that all-consuming feeling pulsed through him. His body tightened around Jotaro's in a way that he simply could not control and soon they were both covered in a hot and sticky mess. Jotaro grimaced and gave several uncharacteristically high-pitched moans as his body jolted beneath Kakyoin's arms. One, two, three strangled exhales and Kakyoin felt himself filled to the very brim with Jotaror's release.
And, just like that, it was over.
Jotaro fell against Kakyoin and Kakyoin held him tight. He breathed in the soft scent of Jotaro's hair and felt as if he almost could have cried. It was an odd thing: Kakyoin was no amateur when it came to sex (such a notion would have surprised even his closest of friends if he had any.) But becoming so close to Jotaro had broken something within him. Nothing would ever come close to the intimacy that he had experienced then and there, locked in a tiny train cabin and curled away from the rest of the world.
He sniffled and cleared his throat, surreptitiously wiping the tears away with the back of his hand. Jotaro's head was resting upon his chest, his eyes closed as he rose and fell with Kakyoin's every breath. Looking down, Kakyoin could see his full, black eyelashes and smooshed, pale cheek. Jotaro was listening to his heartbeat. Somehow, Kakyoin knew this.
"One more time?" Kakyoin asked, not because he wanted to fuck Jotaro. He only wanted to feel that closeness again.
"Y'not even going to let me recharge?" Jotaro asked, his eyes still closed. Kakyoin took a tuft of his hair, squeezed it tight, and then let go.
"I'd do anything to make sure you don't break your promise."
"What promise?" Jotaro asked sleepily.
"The one where you said that you'd never let me out of this cabin."
Jotaro lifted his head from Kakyoin's chest and stared at him. "Just because I screwed you doesn't mean that I've changed my mind, wiseguy."
"About what?"
"Letting go of people who are only going to die in the end."
"Jojo, I told you. I'm not going to die any time soon."
"That might not be your intention. But like I said, DIO might have other plans."
Jotaro moved away from him and began to untuck the shirt from the back of his neck. Kakyoin looked around and, upon realizing that his shirt had been torn to shit, leaned back and simply sat in heated silence. Jotaro paused with one arm thrust within his school coat. Then, without another word, he slipped his arm out and handed the coat to Kakyoin.
"You better not get it dirty," he said, as Kakyoin flushed the coat over his bare shoulders. "I had to pay a lot of money to get it retailored after Steely Dan messed it up."
"It's the least I could do, right?" Kakyoin couldn't help it. He held the collar of Jotaro's coat up to his nose and gave a surreptitious sniff. "Jojo. I-"
He wasn't sure what he wanted to say. I love you sounded a bit too premature. And I want to do this with you forever sounded clingy. Kakyoin was woefully educated in the art of social nuisances. Nothing that he could say to Jotaro at that moment could do their feelings justice.
"Do you mind if I stay here with you? Just for a moment?"
"Having doubts about making Polnareff your new hotel buddy?"
Kakyoin grinned. "What do you know? The man snores louder than the whistle on this train. And I think I'm beginning to enjoy your company."
Jotaro said nothing to this, but the smile that he flashed told Kakyoin all that he needed to know. He reached over and separated the curtains. The light pouring in washed over Jotaro's face and took Kakyoin's breath away.
You got me, Kakyoin wanted to say, and I'll do you the same favor one day. But he didn't say anything, not then. The two men fell into a comfortable silence. Jotaro lit a cigarette and blew smoke into the wind. And Kakyoin smiled.
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Ending Notes:
In my head, there's this part that happens where Kakyoin finally leaves Jotaro's train cabin and runs into Polnareff in the hallway. And Polnareff is acting super weird and sketchy and Kakyoin's just like, "what the heck is up with you?" And after a while of stuttering, Polnareff goes, "I WAS JUST KIDDING WHEN I TOLD YOU TO USE YOUR GIRL HIPS ON JOTARO! DO YOU KNOW HOW THIN THESE COMPARTMENT WALLS ARE? I HEARD EVERY LITTLE THING!" And then he storms away while saying, "by the way, I change my mind about being your hotel buddy! Good riddance!"
I was just too lazy to write it all out, plus I wanted to end the chapter with Jo and Kak just vibin' in the train cabin.