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“Do you know why I called you in here?”
“Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic?”
Rohan froze. Stopped pouring his wine. “Accidentally?”
Tentatively, he turned to Jotaro, and almost let out a sigh of relief when he saw that the man was looking down at his feet, the hat covering almost entirely the top of his face. Rohan hid the wine behind him, discreetly, and put his hands on his hips, trying to look stern. And failing.
“Yeah, sorry,” Jotaro, the man of many words, replied. At least, he did look embarrassed — Rohan didn’t know what he had to be embarrassed about, though; he had admittedly a very fine dick.
“Is this the usual way you flirt with people?” Rohan tried, again, because he was desperate.
“What.” Jotaro paused. “No.”
“How do you accidentally send someone a dick pic? Do you have many pictures of your dick in your phone?” He thought about it, wishing it were true. Wishing he’d sent him all of them. “Do you take photoshoots of your dick?”
“Good grief,” Jotaro said, and it was incredible how he managed to look both exasperated and embarrassed. He was even a little red. Rohan smirked. “It was an accident.”
“I got that,” Rohan replied, and just because he was very annoying, “Are you sure it wasn’t your way to flirt with me? A bit unorthodox, but I’m not complaining.”
Jotaro walked away.
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jotaro sent me a dick pic
you wanna see it
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how did you get my number
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wanna see the dick
it’s a nice dick
i think im gonna draw it
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god, rohan, no
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ur loss
anyway how do i tell him i wanna see that dick
like, irl
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why are you asking me this
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ur the only one i talk to
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you wanna date jotaro?
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no
i wanna see his dick
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idk ask him out i guess
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how do i do that
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you go to him, invite him somewhere, and then show up. like, somewhere that’s not your house.
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god noo
ok rohan do it for the d
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yeah, that
The sensible thing was to call Jotaro, or text him, and ask him to go out. But Rohan was anything but sensible, and he ended up waiting for him to get out of his hotel, stalking him for a few blocks, and looking at him through the glass of the cafe he’d decided to walk in. He wasn’t stealthy. Wasn’t even trying to be.
Jotaro got his coffee, sat at his table, looking enormous in the small corner space he’d chosen, and then raised his gaze to meet Rohan’s behind the glass. Rohan offered him a brilliant smile and walked in, sitting right in front of him.
Jotaro sipped his coffee in silence for a few minutes. Rohan couldn’t stand the silence, but he didn’t want to be the first one to break it, so he ended up nudging lightly Jotaro’s calf under the table. As if the other man’s attention wasn’t already on him.
“Is this about the picture?”
“No,” Rohan lied. Bit on his tongue, as Jotaro’s eyes looked into him. “Yes.”
“Good grief,” Jotaro sighed, shaking his head a bit. “I apologized already.”
“It’s not enough. I want a proper apology,” He blurted out, an idea in his mind, “Over dinner.”
Jotaro looked at him in silence, again. Then, “Fine. But I’m choosing the place.”
Rohan beamed, then tried to hide his excitement to not look uncool in front of Jotaro. Jotaro didn’t really seem to care.
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date obtained
now what
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now go there and try to be nice
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i don’t know how to do that
Their date, as it turned out, was just a trip to the aquarium. Rohan suspected Jotaro had chosen that place just because he didn’t know people weren’t as passionate as him about fish and… sea stuff, but it was worth it just to watch him drive in silence, looking stern and serious and hot.
They didn’t talk much during the drive — of course, the place was in a nearby town, so it went on for a while — nor they did during the visit. Surprisingly, Rohan didn’t hate it. He took his time to draw some of the more interestingly-shaped marine creatures, watched everything with rapt attention, and even got Jotaro to explain sea stuff to him. Jotaro was probably the most attractive man Rohan had ever laid eyes upon, big and muscled and intimidating, but he looked… cute, talking about things he was passionate about.
They walked idly a little bit more. Sometimes Jotaro would point something without being prompted. Sometimes Rohan would engage staring contests with the fish.
“What’s the dumbest fish in here?” Rohan asked, at one point.
“Mh.” Jotaro thought about it. “Maybe that one. Why?”
“No reason,” Rohan said as he took a picture of said fish, captioned it that u lol, and sent it to Josuke.
He received a string of texts, probably insults, but he ignored them in order to pay attention to Jotaro. He slid closer to him, tilting his head upwards to meet his eyes under that hat.
“I thought I said dinner,” He pointed out, poking at Jotaro on the bicep. Boy, was that bicep hard. Rohan wanted to bite on it.
“Be patient,” Jotaro replied. Rohan was expecting him to be looking annoyed, but he had his usual serious look, and even looked like he was enjoying himself maybe a little bit, if that twitch of his lips was anything to go by.
Apparently, Jotaro wanted to be thorough with their walk through the aquarium, and only when they reached the last section he decided he was satisfied.
“Nice fish,” Rohan said as they were walking away.
“That’s a crab.”
Half a hour later, they were sitting in the booth of some American-looking diner that only served dishes even Rohan knew weren’t American nor healthy, and they both had a burger and fries in front of them, Jotaro’s burger looking significantly bigger than his own.
“Did you take me here because you miss America?” Rohan asked, taking a sip from his huge drink. He tried to play sexily with the straw with his tongue, almost spluttering the drink all over himself.
“Not really.”
“Then why?”
“Did you want to go somewhere fancier?”
Rohan thought about it. Thought about the whole date-not-date thing, the aquarium, the fish and, mostly, Jotaro. Jotaro’s interested face, the way he started telling him more marine facts when he realized Rohan was actually listening to him, the way he looked even bigger in that small booth.
“No,” He said, earnestly.
“Don’t complain, then.”
“I’m not complaining,” Rohan grumbled, pointing at Jotaro with a fry. Jotaro only sighed, and Rohan, annoyed, threw the fry at him. With a flash of blue, Star Platinum appeared, grabbing the fry.
Jotaro’s lips quirked in the smallest smirk as his stand got closer to Rohan, and brought the fry to his lips.
Rohan turned completely red, his gaze shifting down as he took that awful looking burger in his hands. He took a bite, hoping the food would distract him. It didn’t.
Jotaro walked him home.
It wasn’t really necessary, since he had rented a car, and could have just drove him. But he insisted in taking back the car, and then proceeded to walk away in silence, slowing his steps after a few minutes to accommodate Rohan’s shorter legs.
Rohan was stealing a lot of glances when he thought Jotaro didn’t notice. It was difficult to tell, with someone like him, especially because half of the time Rohan couldn’t even see his eyes under the hat.
Sure, Jotaro had a nice dick and Rohan wanted to see it, but he was also really hot. He wanted to run his hands over his muscles. He didn’t know how to express that, didn’t even know if Jotaro had thought that day a date or if he was just indulging his demands, so he settled for silence. As long as he could without saying something inappropriate.
“I’m tired,” He said, “Will you carry me?”
“No.”
“I walked the whole day because of you.”
“You walked. Around an aquarium.”
“I’m an artist, not a jock,” Rohan pointed out, then grabbed Jotaro’s arm. Put his cheek on his bicep — he tried for his shoulder, didn’t reach it. “I’m dying.”
“God, you’re dramatic,” Jotaro sighed, but turned around and bent down, sliding one arm under Rohan’s knees and the other around his shoulders. He lifted him effortlessly.
“Do I weigh anything to you?” Rohan said, lips pursed towards in a pout, despite feeling incredibly satisfied. He wanted to put his arms aroud Jotaro’s neck, but he settled for his shoulders. His cheek, though, was pressed to Jotaro’s muscled chest, and Rohan could have purred.
Jotaro shook his head.
Rohan filed that as useful information, and raised his emerald eyes to Jotaro’s stern face. He was looking a little flushed.
“You sure?” He asked, cheeky grin on his face.
“Shut up.”
“It is physically impossible for me to do so,” Rohan quipped, letting out a little sigh, “This is incredible material for my manga. You’re really strong.”
Jotaro didn’t say anything for a bit, and Rohan contented himself with discreetly feeling up his muscles. Judging by the look on Jotaro’s face, he wasn’t being discreet at all.
Rohan’s house came into view too soon, and after a minute or two Jotaro stepped on his porch and deposited him on the ground with a gentleness he didn’t seem capable of.
“Aren’t you gonna kiss me goodnight?” Rohan said innocently.
“Goodnight, Rohan.”
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how did it go
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idk
we didn’t even make out
he took me to the aquarium
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u sure it wasn’t platonic?
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hhh i don’t know
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don’t worry too much
there’s plenty of fish in the sea
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jotaro likes fish too :(
They ended up making out a few days later and at that point Rohan was pretty sure the whole thing wasn’t just platonic.
He’d showed up at Jotaro’s hotel room, without a real purpose in mind — he’d guessed that by the time he’d got there he’d have a decent excuse. He guessed wrong. So when Jotaro opened up, looking completely edible wearing only a tank top and sweatpants, Rohan almost had thrown himself at him.
He managed to restrain himself for a whole minute, before he blurted out, “Just pound me into the fucking mattress, please.”
Jotaro had looked at him in silence for a few seconds, then he’d stepped away from the door, silently inviting him in.
And then they were making out on the couch, Rohan straddling Jotaro’s lap, one of his hands mussing his black curls — and God, Rohan hadn’t really thought about it, but they were soft.
Jotaro’s big hands were on his hips, gently keeping him in place, while his mouth claimed his own, tongues sliding together. Rohan was a greedy kisser, he was demanding and he wanted more, but apparently Jotaro was happy to give it to him, firm yet passionate, and he didn’t mind Rohan’s restless energy, his eagerness to run his hands all over his body.
Rohan could feel a growing bulge against his ass, and he shamelessly rutted on it, earning a rough moan from Jotaro, swallowed by his own lips. He pulled away, a bold smile on his swollen lips despite the redness of his cheeks.
“How long are you going to make me wait?”
“Shut up.”
Rohan woke up in Jotaro’s bed.
The man was right beside him, propped up against the headboard, a streaming mug in one hand, a magazine in the other. Rohan squinted, trying to get a good look at the cover. It was blue.
He looked at Jotaro, then, and found his bright turquoise eyes on him. He gave him a puzzled look; Rohan wasn’t used to sharing his bed with people. Not because he didn’t sleep with people, but mostly because he tended to either get away or kick them out. He generally didn’t like people.
“I didn’t want to wake you,” Jotaro said.
“Thanks,” Rohan replied, awkwardly. Tried to find something to say, and only came up with, “Your dick looks better than the picture.”
Jotaro only nodded.
“Though,” He added, “Can I ask you something?”
“If you must.”
“Does Star Platinum have a dick?” He propped himself up on one arm, looking at Jotaro with an intent gaze.
Jotaro dropped his magazine. Looked at him as if he’d just grew a second head. “What.”
“I know he has a dick under that cloth,” Rohan explained, nodding, completely serious.
“What would he even do with it,” Jotaro replied, exasperated.
“I don’t know, you tell me.”
“Can you stop?”
“Are you jealous?” Rohan didn’t know why, but the thought made him feel pleased. He didn’t want to linger on that though. He preferred to think about Star Platinum’s dick.
Jotaro was silent. Rohan raised his hand, placing it on Jotaro’s pectorals. Smiled sweetly at him, “I can be persuaded to forget about your stand, for now.”
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mission accomplished
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congrats???
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thanks
jotaro’s dick is real nice
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dude, rohan,
tmi
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soo what do i do now
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i dunno, are you even dating
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oh my god
are we dating????
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no, rohan, we’re not dating, i’m dating yukako
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i’m blocking u
time to have a gay crisis. brb
Rohan did have his gay crisis, and filled half of his sketchbook with drawings of Jotaro.
He pulled himself back together after that, because he had work to do and a deadline coming up the next day. He spent the rest of the day drawing his manga, trying not to think about his love life too much.
When he was finally done, he had nothing better to do, so he went to find Koichi — whom, he discovered, was hanging out with Josuke and Okuyasu. Whatever, Rohan supposed that making fun of Josuke would only make him feel better.
He sat at their table without saying anything, and Josuke groaned.
“What’s he doing here?” He complained, “Koichi. Did you invite him?”
“I didn’t!”
“Wow, Koichi, you don’t want me around?” Rohan said, feigning offense.
“It’s not that!” Koichi was looking a little panicked. Poor guy didn’t deserve this kind of pressure. “I thought… I thought you were with Jotaro.”
“Who?” Rohan asked, turning his head.
“What does he have to do with Jotaro?” Josuke asked, narrowing his eyes and getting awfully closer to Rohan’s face. Ugh. Rohan wanted to smack him. “Jotaro’s too smart for someone like you.”
“Uhm,” Koichi said, lowering his gaze.
“You don’t get it, dumb fish,” Rohan replied smugly.
There was a moment of silence. Then, “We’re sleeping together.”
It wasn’t a lie, they had slept together. But. Rohan wasn’t sure it was going to be a thing. He really didn’t want to think about Jotaro, but he supposed it was worth it, if only to see the awful look on Josuke’s face. Okuyasu, who had been silently sipping his drink, spluttered it all over himself, his eyes wide open. Rohan only smiled.
“You’re—” Josuke tried. He was incredibly red, “You’re lying!”
“Am not,” Rohan shook his head. “Ask Koichi.”
Josuke turned to Koichi, who was looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. Koichi hesitantly met Josuke’s gaze, then nodded and shrugged at the same time.
“This is so fucked up,” Okuyasu said then, gripping Josuke’s arm, “Dude. What’s wrong with Mr. Kujo?”
“Fuck if I know,” Josuke replied, looking as if he’d just been through hell.
“He has taste.” Rohan pointed out, turning his head arrogantly.
“God, I hate you,” Josuke sighed, looking defeated, “You’re a curse to my existence.”
“Thanks,” Rohan said cheerfully
Perhaps that whole Jotaro thing wasn’t so bad, since rubbing it in Josuke's face had put Rohan in an incredibly good mood. So he got back home, saw his sketchbook still open, an incomplete drawing of Jotaro lying in a pool of mussed up sheets, and thought, Fuck it.
He did want to see him again. Mostly because he wanted to annoy Josuke some more. No other reason, of course.
So Rohan took his phone, typed hey wanna hang out again, and sent it to Jotaro.
“I have to stop letting you choose where we go,” Rohan said, walking next to Jotaro.
Jotaro had taken him to an amusement park. It was small and full of people, walking around and talking excitedly, and Rohan was amusing himself with throwing nasty looks to anyone who’d look at him. He didn’t even like amusement parks. Only people as dumb as Josuke did.
“I drive,” Jotaro pointed out, “So I get to choose.”
“That’s not fair. I’m gay, I can’t drive,” Rohan crossed his arms over his green crop top, shaking his head lightly, “And besides, we could have walked. It wasn’t far.”
“Yeah, like you walked last time.”
“Exactly! You could have carried me.” Rohan said, satisfied with his conclusion.
Jotaro let out a small, exasperated sigh. He turned to Rohan, then, a dark eyebrow arched up.
“… Do you wanna go somewhere else?”
“…” Rohan’s cheeks turned red, as he gazed into Jotaro’s deep blue eyes. “This is fine. I guess.”
Jotaro looked relieved at that, and Rohan hadn’t even thought he was maybe worried about the whole thing. Rohan was sure he’d made it pretty clear that he’d do anything to sleep with Jotaro again, even go to a stupid amusement park. Because he wasn’t having fun. He wasn’t.
“I suppose I can forgive you for this,” He said, “If you win me something.”
“Good grief,” Jotaro said, but walked to the stand with the little guns propped on it, offering a few bills to the vendor.
Rohan stood aside and watched, his gaze unmoving from Jotaro’s strong back, as the man took the little gun in one big hand, pointed it and, in a flash of blue, hit bullseye multiple times. Rohan smirked.
“You cheated,” He said smugly, as Jotaro walked to him. He was holding a plush of a fish in his hands. His face had that usual stern, unreadable expression, but Rohan could see a glint of amusement in his eyes.
“Is that so,” he deadpanned.
“Yes. Is that for me?”
Jotaro nodded, extending the fish to him. It looked bigger in Rohan’s scrawny arms.
“Acceptable,” Rohan said, “What’s its name?”
“Boris,” Jotaro replied without missing a beat, giving a little pat on the fish’s head. That didn’t look cute. It didn’t.
“Now. I wanna go to the house of horrors. I bet I can make you scream.”
“Looking excited, for someone who didn’t wanna be here in the first place.”
Rohan stopped. Glared at Jotaro. “I’m not excited.”
“Whatever you say.”
“I’m not.”
The park was pretty small, all considering, so a few hours later they found themselves near the entrance once again, more tired and considerably happier. They’d gone through almost all of the entertainments the place had to offer. The haunted house made Rohan scream and grip Jotaro’s strong arm and he was sure he saw Star Platinum one time or two, so he was glad that at least he wasn’t the only one who was scared as fuck. The rides were exciting but short, nothing like a real roller-coaster, and Rohan spent half the time wondering how Jotaro’s hat wasn’t flying off his head.
Rohan would have rather swallow a spider than admit it, but it had been fun. And, as Jotaro was driving him to his place, he couldn’t help but wonder what would have been like to do that regularly. With Jotaro.
It was such a stupid thought, that Rohan was afraid Josuke’s dumbness was rubbing off on him.
Jotaro stopped in front of his house. Turned to him, lips curled in the smallest smile. Rohan smirked.
“Wanna come in?”
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im having
like, feelings
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people have feelings everyday
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no
feelings for jotaro
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so you guys are dating
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i dont know!!!
i guess ???
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i’m sorry, man, but you’re so messed up
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shut up im just gay
He was lying on Jotaro’s bed a few days later, his sketchbook in his hands, as he tried to draw Jotaro’s curls, pencil moving haphazardly over the page, when he remembered Koichi’s texts and he thought, is this what dating is like?
He was spending an awful lot of time with Jotaro lately and, surprisingly, most of that time was spent out of the bed. Jotaro was serious and strong, but also silly in an unpredictable kind of way, and liked to take him to amusement parks and to aquariums and to aimless drives. Rohan wasn’t complaining.
But still, he wasn’t sure. He wasn’t used to things like this, actually spending time with people and liking them and enjoying their company. He tried to tell himself that he liked being with Jotaro only because he was hot and he didn’t talk much, but it didn’t work.
He stood up, stretching his lanky limbs, and went to the bathroom to re-apply his green lipstick. It was almost completely gone, and it was all Jotaro’s fault.
When he came back, Jotaro was sitting on the bed, sketchbook in hand. He met Rohan’s gaze, raising one eyebrow.
“Is this a drawing of my dick?” He asked, nodding at the sketchbook. Rohan cocked his head on the side.
“And what about it?”
Jotaro sighed. Closed the sketchbook.
“In my defense, you sent me that picture.”
“God, Rohan, it was an accident.”
“But a good one, I hope,” He said, walking to Jotaro. Rohan put his hands on his muscular shoulders, and leaned down to meet Jotaro’s full lips in a slow, lazy kiss. When he pulled back, Jotaro’s mouth was stained green.
“I have a question,” He murmured, raising one hand to gently touch Jotaro’s curls. He didn’t wait for the other man to say something before he added, “Are we dating?”
Jotaro looked at him blankly, before huffing a small laugh, shaking his head. Rohan could feel his cheeks heat up, and he turn his head away in embarrassment.
“Good grief,” Jotaro said, “What do you think?”
“That’s why I’m asking!”
“Yes, Rohan. Hell, I thought it was obvious.”
Rohan let out a sigh, meeting Jotaro’s amused gaze once again. He was embarrassed at his incapability to read the situation, but he was also reassured. He leaned down tomeet Jotaro's lips again, and he let himself enjoy the lingering kiss until a thought crossed his mind, and he had to break the kiss, laughter threatening to come out of him. He smirked at Jotaro’s puzzled expression.
“I can’t wait to tell Josuke.”