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Rohan sighed contentedly and snuggled farther into the warm body wrapped around his in the silken sheets in his bedroom. He didn’t want to wake up, not when the bed felt so good and his companion felt too perfect and warm against his skin.
He felt soft lips press a sweet kiss into his forehead, curving into a smile as he made a contented sound and nuzzled deeper into the broad chest.
“Good morning, gorgeous.” Josuke’s deep voice, rougher with sleep, breathed against his ear, tickling him farther awake.
“Mmmmm…morning…” he mumbled through the smile on his lips, finally blinking his eyes open and meeting Josuke’s indigo ones as the broader man smiled down at him from amid his collection of plush pillows. Rohan took a moment to admire the curls escaping Josuke’s ruined pompadour, falling to frame his face as his eyes crinkled up at the corners as he smiled at the artist in his arms.
“I missed waking up to your face in my bed.” Rohan confessed softly, running his hands up the smooth muscles of the younger man’s torso, “God your so stacked…Mmmm…mine.” He squeezed one of Josuke's pecs appreciatively, humming happily to himself.
Josuke laughed, his chest shaking, and his arm tightened around Rohan’s waist to hoist him up until his lips could reach the artist’s, “I love how your filter flies out the window when we’re in bed, Roh.” He placed a gentle kiss on his artist’s lips, moving to nip and kiss across Rohan’s jaw. “You’re not just dating me for my muscles, are you?” he teased, running his own hands down Rohan’s defined waist and curling around to grip that cute little ass he loved.
Rohan squeaked – a sound he adamantly denied he could make- and burrowed his face into Josuke’s neck, “Like you’re any better!!” he grumbled after a moment.
Josuke laughed and dropped more sweet kisses atop the ruffled green head. “I love your ass, and your waist…” he smiled and squeezed a little just to hear that squeak again, “And your passion and drive, your determination to experience everything and your curiously to find the truth…I love all of you, Rohan.”
“You’re not supposed to say love until after we’re officially dating, dumbass.” The mangaka grumbled into his neck, but the tips of his ears were flushed red. He heaved a sigh after a moment and one green eye peeked out and looked up at Josuke. “I like your smile. And how much you inspire me with your passion for life… your heart of gold and your body, obviously…and somehow I even fell for that mile-wide mischievous streak.” The artist huffed his little laugh and poked Josuke’s chest, “And your hair.”
“Why thank you, Rohan. I’ll do your hair like this too, someday.” Josuke smirked, squeezing that cute ass when Rohan protested. He pulled the artist back into his arms and Rohan settled against him again, grumbling; but Josuke knew he was happy by the little wiggle he gave when he settled into the warmth of Josuke’s chest.
They lay there for a while, just soaking each other in, before Josuke stroked some hair out of Rohan’s face and looked down at him. “Roh?”
“Yeah?”
“Would you be my boyfriend?”
The artist breathed out slowly, his fingers tracing the defined muscles of Josuke’s abs. “You promise you won’t wake up someday and tell me there’s someone better for you out there and leave?” he asked after a long moment, “No matter what I do?”
“I can’t promise that.” Josuke petted the man in his arms slowly as Rohan pressed his face into his neck again, “But I do promise that no matter what happens, we’ll talk it out together and figure out what’s best for us together. I know we’re gonna butt heads again - it’s us, it’s just inevitable. But that doesn’t mean that it’s the end of us when we do fight, ok? I want to be yours, Rohan. I want you to be mine.
“Committing to someone doesn’t mean nothing bad ever happens between you again, it means that you resolve to work it out when something bad does happen.” Josuke’s fingers slid slowly up to Rohan’s jaw to tip his chin back so their eyes met, “Do you think we can do that, Roh?”
Rohan’s green eyes were clouded with thoughts, and he took a moment to gather them before nodding slowly. “I’m not very good at talking to people.” He admitted, fingers lacing into Josuke’s.
Josuke leaned down to kiss him softly again, “That I know, babe. Talking to me yesterday and letting me in, that was a good start.”
Rohan nodded again, “Yeah. I… I do want to try. I want… this with you.”
Josuke smiled softly. “We’ll work on it together, ok?”
“Alright.” Rohan rested his head on the pillows to look up at Josuke’s face, nodding slowly. He wasn’t good with people, no, but he was good at making up his mind to do something. He could do this. He could.
“Hey.” Josuke flicked his nose lightly and Rohan growled at him. The younger man just smirked, dropping his head into the pillow beside the artist, “I kinda love you.”
Rohan snorted, feeling his lips twitch up in a smile, “I love you too, dork.”
“Mmmm.” Josuke made a happy noise and rolled them both over in the bed, tangling them up in the sheets, “I knew you did!!” He bounced them once on the bed together and Rohan was struggling to keep from grinning at his childishly excited face.
“Common, Roh! We gotta get up, we gotta meet my great uncle and his boyfriend for breakfast, remember? We agreed!” Josuke smooshed a hurried kiss into Rohan’s hair and sat up, trying to get out of bed and promptly tripping over the sheets wrapped around his waist and legs.
Rohan really did laugh then.
“Hey!!” Josuke raised the hand clasped with Rohan’s to wave at the other young couple approaching the café from the opposite direction, “You guys are prompt!”
Giorno, his long hair neatly braided behind him today and three curls in place, smiled easily, “I have to be prompt for my work.” He replied as Mista unlatched his arms from the blond’s waist and moved to pull out a seat for him at the table farthest from the sidewalk. “Thank you, Guido.” He murmured, and the brunette’s face flushed.
Rohan shot Josuke a glare, just daring him to try and pull out his seat for him and Josuke took the hint and took his own seat as the artist sat beside him. “So how are you guys liking Morioh so far?” he smiled at the slightly younger couple.
“It’s nice.” Mista spoke up, the first time he’d really spoken to Josuke in their brief acquaintance. “I wouldn’t mind retiring here someday. Seems… picturesque and quiet.”
Rohan snorted and tapped his pen on his sketchbook as he started drawing, “It has it’s moments.” He replied dryly.
Josuke poked him and turned back to his great uncle, “He means there’s some excitement around when you look for it.”
“No doubt.” Giorno agreed, tipping the menu toward Mista and translating a few of the dishes for the other man.
“Where did you learn your Japanese?” Josuke found himself asking, “It’s flawless.”
A weird look pulsed through Giorno’s eyes and was gone just as quick and he sighed as Mista wrapped one arm protectively around his shoulders. He half raised one hand as if to quiet the other man and glanced up at the other man. “I’m half Japanese.”
“Wow, really?” Josuke sat up straighter, staring at his great uncle. “You don’t look it.” Rohan barely looked up from his sketch, unsurprised.
Giorno shrugged, “I’m told I take after my father…” he mumbled and glanced down at his hands clasped on the table for a moment, “Jotaro-san and Noriaki-san do not have fond memories of him. After hearing their experiences myself, I cannot blame them. They feared I’d be the same as my father and tried to keep me away from the family, to avoid a repeat of the past I suppose…
“I’ve never had a real family as most people know it. Koichi invited us to attend his wedding as friends, yes, but also so I could meet you, Josuke-San. He’s always spoken highly of you. He thought... hoped… we could be friends.”
Josuke canted his head to the side, taking in the nervous look in the depths of Giorno’s eyes. He remembered seeing that look in his own eyes years ago, when he was a lonely child born from an affair that no one wanted to befriend. He smiled a little and shrugged, “Of course we’re friends.” He agreed as the waiter came up to their table and Rohan ordered for both of them.
Giorno ordered for himself and Mista, with an extra plate of sausage, and the other man’s dark eyes kept moving, scanning everything, even as he slid closer to his blond boyfriend and hooked a chin over Giorno’s shoulder.
Josuke watched them interact for a moment and finally had to ask. “Are you guys expecting another person?” he asked.
“No.” Giorno replied evenly, “Why do you ask?”
“It’s just…nothing.” Josuke shook his head and tried to change the subject. “So where in Italy are you from?”
“Naples.” Rohan answered for the couple and Josuke heaved a sigh as the couple started and stared at him. Of course he fucking used Heaven's Door on them. Why was he not surprised.
“How do you know?” Mista demanded sharply, sitting up abruptly as his hand slid down to his waistband.
“My Stand.” Rohan replied evenly, and waved one hand as Heaven’s Door appeared next to his shoulder and stared at them curiously. “I can read people’s lives. That’s my ability.” His eyes snapped up from his sketch and he smirked, “Guido Mista, your ability is Sex Pistols and they control bullets… and Giorno Giovanna, your ability is called Gold Experience Requiem, and you’re not even really sure what it can do.” The artist cocked his head at Josuke. “My boyfriend’s stand is called Crazy Diamond and he fixes things.”
Giorno pressed a hand into Mista’s thigh to stop him from raising his gun or snapping back, and forced a polite smile, “Normally information like that is highly guarded, you understand.”
Rohan shrugged, “I was curious, so I read you both last night. You’ve lived quite fascinating lives. Fantastic reference material.”
Josuke sighed and reached up to pick Heaven’s Door out of the air and cuddle the little stand in his lap. “I am so so sorry about him - he does this to everyone. We’ve all tried to stop him but…well.” he shrugged helplessly, “The first time we met, he was ripping pages out of Koichi and made Okuyasu light himself on fire to commit suicide if I didn’t fight him.”
Rohan’s ears flushed red, “I’m much more in control of my power now!” he protested, squirming in the chair.
Mista’s dark eyes were wide as he stared at the two of them, “And you’re dating?!” he gaped.
Josuke fixed Heaven’s Door’s hat as the little stand snuggled into his lap and started drawing Mista’s open mouthed expression on a napkin with one of Rohan’s pens. “It’s a subject of contention, our first meeting.”
“I apologized.” Rohan huffed and stuck his nose back in his sketchpad. “Many times. And bought Okuyasu food! And it was worth it for the story about your hair!! My readers loved that when I incorporated it into Pink Dark Boy!!” he was pouting, green eyes flickering at Josuke.
Josuke sighed again. He was never gonna get Rohan to stop, he just had to accept this was part of his boyfriend and their relationship. He let Crazy Diamond shimmer into existence next to him, handing Heaven’s Door up to the larger stand to cuddle happily and glanced back at his great uncle. “This is Crazy D. I can fix things, people, whatever; make them into other things, unmake things, that sort of stuff." He shrugged and reached over to ruffle Rohan's hair over his headband, "Guess stands run in the family, huh?” he grinned a little at the couple across from them.
Giorno eyed the cuddling stands for a long moment, internally debating, and finally let GER shimmer in next to him. “This is Gold Experience Requiem. We call him GER.”
“Hello.” The stand eyed them rather aloofly, and Rohan almost tumbled out of his chair with how fast he got up.
“IT TALKS.” The artist was almost vibrating with excitement, “CAN I READ YOU?” He demanded, staring toward the towering golden stand with his hand out.
Josuke caught him by the waist and reeled his boyfriend back into his lap, restraining him by wrapping both hands around the artist’s bare midsection as the golden stand eyed them haughtily again. “Forgive him, he’s always curious, it's his Achilles heel. I didn’t know stands could talk, though!!”
“Shows what you know!”
“Yeah, dummy!”
“We’ll show him!!”
Tiny little voices chimed in and Mista sighed, gesturing toward the table, “These are the Sex Pistols…. Say hi, guys.”
“Helloooooo!!!”
The six little yellow stands peeped out from around the vase on the table, eyeing the Morioh couple.
“You have weird hair.” One of them ventured, and Rohan burst into laughter.
Josuke squeezed his artist tighter and forced a harsh smile, “I like it.”
“Shh.” Giorno reached out a finger to pet the stand who spoke, “Two, it’s rude to say things about people’s hair like that.”
The stand shrugged, but leaned into the pets and suddenly Giorno was swarmed with all six little bullets vying for his attention.
“You have six stands?” Rohan cocked his head at Mista and the brunette shrugged.
“One for each bullet.” He replied, eyes on his boyfriend being pestered by his little stands. “They adore GioGio.”
“They’re adorable themselves.” Giorno replied quickly, smiling at Mista and the dark-haired man melted at the sight of Giorno’s smile.
Josuke slowly relaxed from the hair comment as the waiter brought their food and they started eating. The extra plate of sausages was for the sex pistols, who devoured them like they were starving – which Mista adamantly denied.
“You guys ate two bagels at the hotel this morning!”
“It wasn’t enough, Meesta!!”
“We’re growing pistols, Meesta!!”
Rohan was smirking, clearly relishing the little stands interactions, and Mista even let him feed them, with GER watching intently as if to keep an eye on the mangaka.
The group’s chatter was interrupted by a ring tone going off, and Giorno stood abruptly, pulling a pink cell phone from his pocket and bowing slightly to excuse himself, walking off with a “Yes, Fugo? Oh...Narancia, why are you calling on Fugo's phone??”
Mista turned to watch his boyfriend, smiling a little. “You guys aren’t so bad.” He admitted, glancing at the other couple. “When Koichi invited GioGio here to meet his family, I was a little hesitant. His mom and step-dad really fucked him over and with Dr. Kujo and his family more or less snubbing him, he’s kinda felt all alone for so long.
“I mean, sure he has a family with us; Bruno’s like a mom to all of us and Abbacchio’s the grumpy loving father everyone deserves, but…he’s just always felt alone, you know?” Mista met their eyes and smiled softly. “Thanks for making him feel welcome.”
Josuke smiled, wrapping his arms tight around Rohan’s waist. “He is part of the family, man. You guys are always welcome in Morioh with us.” Rohan nodded beside him and Mista’s smile was wide and warm.
“Thank you.”
Giorno returned, a tiny crease in his brow between his eyes and flashed a hurried smile, “Guido, we have to go, something’s come up.”
“Right then.” Mista sighed and stood up, straightening his cap, “Well it was nice to meet you both, thank you again.”
“Yes, thank you.” Giorno offered them a real smile then, one that lit up his soft face, “I can’t tell you how nice this has been to meet you.” He hesitated and then pulled out his wallet and offered a business card to Josuke, “If you ever consider visiting Italy, please, don’t hesitate to call. I’d…we’d enjoy your company.”
Josuke moved Rohan and stood, pulling Giorno into a hug, “Dude, you’re ok in my book. Come visit us whenever, please. Or call, or text or whatever. That’s what families do, right?” he smiled a little and reached out to shake Mista’s hand.
Rohan stood awkwardly by as Josuke and Mista pulled a bro handshake out of nowhere, offering his sketch to Giorno as they finished.
It was the Italians, smiling happily at each other as they chatted at the table, their stands playing in the background.
“I hope this makes up for the inconvenience of reading you last night.” He muttered, and Giorno’s lips lifted in a smile.
“Thank you, Kishibe-san.” He bowed, reaching for Mista’s hand.
“Be good to your boy, ok?” Josuke waved as they started walking away.
“I will!” Mista shouted back. “And you keep your wildly curious one safe, ok?”
Josuke laughed, wrapping an arm around Rohan’s waist, “I will!” he smiled as the other two disappeared.
Rohan leaned into him, smiling up at his broad boyfriend. “You’re cute you know.”
“Yeah?” Josuke grinned, leaning down to connect their lips, “Tell me more.”
“Mmmm.” Rohan smiled into the kiss and reached for his hand, “I think I’ll keep you.”
Josuke grinned, running his thumb over the back of Rohan’s hand, “Please do.” He agreed softly.