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The air in the apartment was thick, and cloudy. It didn’t exactly smell all that great either, and with just how goddamned humid it was in central Florida, it was almost impossible to breathe without inhaling the smoke from the bong that they had been hitting nearly all night long.
Jotaro wasn’t necessarily even a fan of smoking pot, and had only done so a few times after his previous roommates had dragged him to wild college parties during spring break that he had little to no interest in, but curiosity always got the better of him. Though there were only four or five instances where he partook in drug use, he never quite forgot where he could get some.
Just in case he needed to relax for a bit.
And then his Junior year of college approaches, and he invites his boyfriend to Florida for about a month to give him a taste of what was to come after he graduated. Everything was going great, and Kakyoin seemed to love Florida and what it had to offer, but it brought out this side of Kakyoin that Jotaro had never really seen.
He had known Kakyoin long enough to know that he wasn’t truly this timid, nerdy teenager, and was actually a loud mouthed, sarcastic, shit talking jackass but he still never saw the whole extreme interest in marijuana coming.
It started one day when they were walking down the street at night after an art show that Jotaro had taken him to, and they became overwhelmed by the strong skunk like scent of a few teenagers passing by and Kakyoin had leaned in close to Jotaro.
He spoke in his most quiet voice; “I’ve read about this… that smell isn’t actually skunk, right? It’s… it’s drugs…”
“Well, yeah. Uh – drug laws are still pretty strict around here, but they don’t really care about pot too much.”
“I see…”
Jotaro didn’t catch the sparkle in Kakyoin’s eyes at that time.
And yet now, here they were at 2:30 in the morning, both in their underwear, taking turns with a bong. Kakyoin had been here for three weeks, and they had been high for two of those weeks. Jotaro wasn’t necessarily complaining. It was relaxing, and it made the sex feel incredible – but he honestly did not expect Kakyoin to be so into it.
Visiting Florida for a month was bringing out this whole new wild side to Kakyoin that Jotaro hadn’t seen.
Kakyoin had told Jotaro that he was experimenting with fashion and trying out new things, He had gotten quite a few piercings on his ears, along with his signature cherry earrings, but he had also pierced his nose. The pants he wore had always been fit to form, but when he arrived in Florida, Jotaro thought that those pants were going to tear open at any moment (despite how good they made his ass look.) Jotaro wasn’t all too sure how he felt about Kakyoin wearing platform high heels either, but they made his legs look great too – so he wasn’t going to complain.
It was 1991 – Jotaro had seen worse.
Kakyoin worked it well, so all of these changes were hardly anything to make Jotaro get too startled and concerned. His boyfriend looked stunning and as long as he could bang him in some thigh highs and garter belts, he was going to be as supportive as he could possibly be.
So after all of that – he felt as if he should’ve been expecting the interest in marijuana.
“There’s only enough here to last us like… two more days…”
Jotaro shrugged, resting his head in Kakyoin’s lap. “It’s been fun and all but… like, do you wanna spend your last week here being high as shit?”
“I guess not.”
Kakyoin plopped down on Jotaro’s bed, having set the bong aside on his nightstand. Jotaro had closed his eyes at the feeling of his boyfriends fingers combing through his hair, and slowly inched his way up, nuzzling his face against Kakyoin’s soft, bare stomach.
The apartment was quiet, aside from Depeche Mode playing from Jotaro’s radio across the room, and the sound of cars passing by outside. Jotaro thought he could fall asleep.
Suddenly, Kakyoin’s stomach growled audibly, earning a grunt of acknowledgement from Jotaro as he opened one eye to glance at his boyfriend, whose cheeks had turned a bright pink.
“Hungry…?”
“Uh. A little bit.” He mumbled, “Is there a diner we can hit up or something?”
“In driving distance. But… I’m high as fuck right now, I can’t drive anywhere…”
Kakyoin sighed, sitting up slightly. “…Do we have anything here?”
“Not really… unless you want broke college kid ramen.”
“We’re Japanese. That’s a sin.”
“Then there’s nothing to eat.”
Kakyoin idly stared down at his boyfriend, trying to think of some kind of solution to their dilemma. He didn’t know Florida as well as Jotaro had, by now. He had been around the neighborhood, and then some – but nothing came to mind.
“There’s White Castle.” Jotaro mentioned.
“What the fuck is that?”
“…Nevermind, that would probably make us both sick as hell.”
Silence took over, once more.
“McDonalds?”
“Nah, we had that the other night.”
“Wendy’s?”
“After last time…?”
“Yeah, we got pretty fucked up.” Jotaro admitted in defeat.
He pondered for a moment more, sitting up and walking towards the window – taking out a pack of cigarettes he had in his coat pocket, which had been thrown carelessly on the floor – lighting one up without hesitation.
He inhaled for a long moment, before breathing out through his nose.
“How about Taco Bell?”
Kakyoin gave a questioning look.
“…It’s like… Mexican food. Kind of. They’re open 24 hours. It’s literally right down the block.”
“Will I die?”
“It can’t be worse than that time at Wendy’s.”
“Alright, then let’s go.”
They both got up and put on some clothes. Jotaro was dressed as lazily as could be, wearing some sweats and a tshirt, though he had lent one to Kakyoin as well, who hadn’t been dressed all that much different. They linked hands and set on their journey to Taco Bell at 3 o’clock in the morning.
Where Jotaro lived was pretty city-like, though he lived off of a major highway, so the streets were always quite busy, and it was quite intimidating to cross or walk anywhere alone this late at night. (Not that Jotaro or Kakyoin really had to be worried what with having Stands and all.)
The walk there was less than Kakyoin had expected. They had arrived at Taco Bell in under 5 minutes, and there were only two or three people in there, along with a very tired looking cashier who was probably on his last shift.
Kakyoin was fluent in English, so reading the menu and understanding what everything was, was hardly a problem at all. But there was just so much to choose from, and so many varieties of one order, he was having difficulty. Jotaro, on the other hand, had more than likely been here a number of times. He walked in with a goal, and was ready to give his order as soon as they approached the register.
“Can I get a fuckin’ uhhh… Fiery Doritos Locos Taco Supreme™?”
The cashier seemed unphased by Jotaro’s 3AM attitude.
“And a diet coke… wait – Dr. Pepper. Fuck. Uh. No. A Diet Coke is fine.” Jotaro turned to Kakyoin, running his hand through his hair. “What do you want?”
Kakyoin’s eyes were wide, and he looked alarmed. He scanned the menu over and over again, but none of it seemed to register properly.
“T-There’s so much to choose from…”
Jotaro focused on Kakyoin as best as he possibly could. Kakyoin honestly looked like he was suffering just by reading the menu. He had his eyebrows knit together, mouthing each item that was listed in front of him. He swore he saw tears form at the corners of his eyes through his frustration.
After taking a deep breath, Jotaro turned back towards the cashier, “He’ll take the Chili Cheese Burrito, with a Cherry Coke.”
“W-What?!”
Jotaro turned back towards Kakyoin, cocking an eyebrow. “You were taking too long.”
“N-No… it’s not that… t-they serve breakfast? Eating a taco for breakfast? How does that work…?”
The cashier held out Jotaro’s receipt, saying that he would call them over when their order was ready. Jotaro sighed, and took Kakyoin by the arm and lead him to a table. Kakyoin was still visibly distraught from the large variety of tacos and the likes.
“…Are you having like a bad trip or something? All we smoked was weed…”
“I just – I felt very emotional…”
Jotaro nodded, showing that he understood. He didn’t know why Kakyoin had seen the menu and felt the need to cry, yet something about being at a Taco Bell at 3 o’clock in the morning also tugged at his heart strings. In Japan, fast food wasn’t nearly as popular as it was in the United States. They had their own chains, and many of these restaurants had been popping up in Tokyo, yet the ready availableness of having a Taco Bell right down the street wasn’t a luxury that either of them had back at home.
In a way – being able to see the Taco Bell menu so late at night really was something beautiful. It was something to be cherished.
And within 5 minutes, the cashier called out their order, and Jotaro took the liberty of bringing it back to their table. He took the tray from the counter and approached Kakyoin, who was now face down on the flat surface of the table.
He slid the tray carefully enough so he didn’t knock into Kakyoin’s skull, and he sighed, gently nudging his head with his palm.
“Food.” Was all he managed to say.
Kakyoin sat up straight upon comprehending the words Jotaro had just spoken to him. He looked down at his order, feeling almost sick at the sight. It was a messy disaster of a meal, but it smelled so good, and it tempted him so badly. He kept it half wrapped, and gathered up enough hand eye coordination to pick up the burrito and bring it to his mouth, taking a small, and somewhat suspicious bite.
Immediately, he was greeted with a savory flavor that he had never experienced before. There was way more cheese than there was meat, and it was dripping all over the tray like crazy, but it was addicting, and he found himself going in eagerly for a second bite.
“Is it good?”
Kakyoin looked at Jotaro with a puzzled look on his face, before he realized that he was speaking about his burrito. A small bit of cheese was dribbling down his chin.
“Mfmmhmm.”
Jotaro slumped down in his seat slightly, eating his Fiery Doritos Locos Tacos Supreme™ in satisfaction. His eyes were tearing up slightly, because of how damn spicy it was, but overall, he found the experience to be rather enjoyable.
“My fuckin’ mouth is on fire. Fuck.”
Kakyoin placed his burrito down, “Drink?” he spoke with his mouth full.
“Right.” Jotaro went for his diet coke, almost at the same time Kakyoin went for his own drink.
As Kakyoin sipped through his straw, he began shaking, and his eyes glazed over with tears. Jotaro chewed on his straw as he looked at his boyfriend with utmost confusion, and he shook his head.
“What the fuck are you crying for?”
Kakyoin set down his cup, covering his face with his hands. “F-Fucking Cherry Coke… I’m so happy I have you.”
“What? Are you really crying over coke, Kakyoin?”
“No! You know me so well, Jojo – I love you so much. You got me a Cherry Coke… I didn’t even ask. That’s so amazing. I’m so lucky to have you…”
“Oh my God… relax…”
“I can’t…!”
Jotaro sat there awkwardly, looking around at the other two people in the restaurant. Nobody was actually staring at them, and even the cashier had fucked off somewhere to get out of the awful toxic atmosphere that was Taco Bell at 3 o’clock in the morning.
All Jotaro could do was let Kakyoin cry it out, and finish his taco. The sooner they finished their meal, the sooner they could get back to his apartment and knock the hell out.
For being stoned out of his mind, Kakyoin had finished and cleaned up rather neatly. He had always been the cleaner eater of the two, as Jotaro was often really excited about his meals, and wolfed everything down without a care in the world. He had never cried over his dishes, even though the meals he got at home from his mom were to die for, so he at least had that pride to cling onto.
He figured Kakyoin might be sensitive about this experience after the fact, so he decided in advance to never bring it up ever again.
“We… we can go back home, now…” Kakyoin lazily slurred his words, grasping onto the table for support as he stood up. “I feel…”
“You feel what?”
“I just. I just do.”
Jotaro threw out their trash and returned to Kakyoin’s side, wrapping his arm around his waist so Kakyoin wouldn’t fall over once they started walking back.
Kakyoin nuzzled close to Jotaro nearly the entire time, with both arms wrapped tightly around Jotaro’s torso, practically being dragged down the sidewalk. He tried placing messy kisses on Jotaro’s neck, and cheek, though he was still so much taller, Kakyoin could hardly reach him. Jotaro figured throwing him over his shoulder would’ve been more efficient, but it was kind of nice having him cling to him this much.
Jotaro kicked his front door open using his foot, after some assistance from Star Platinum to utilize his keys to unlock it. He approached his bedroom, and gently laid Kakyoin down on his mattress, taking the opportunity to strip out of his clothes from their small adventure and get more comfortable.
“Are we gonna fuck?”
Jotaro was startled by Kakyoin’s voice, seeing as though he thought he passed the fuck out once they got through the door.
“I guess.” Jotaro shrugged his shoulders, climbing on top of Kakyoin with little hesitation. He placed lazy kisses against the redhead’s lips, nipping at him gently. Kakyoin could practically feel the spice from the Doritos Locos Tacos Supreme™ on his tongue, and it repulsed him, though only slightly.
Kakyoin slid his hands up Jotaro’s bare chest, tweaking his nipples to make them erect. He was sure that the weed had been helping, but he hardened up in no time, and guided Jotaro’s hands to his pants, practically begging him to take them off.
As Jotaro was sucking at the flesh of Kakyoin’s neck, he pulled away, and broke out in a sweat. His pupils dilated as he tried to focus on Kakyoin.
“W-What’s wrong? Are you alright?”
Jotaro pulled back completely, practically jumping off of the bed. He shook his head, and almost made a run for it down the hall.
“Jotaro!?”
“I feel really fuckin’ sick!”
Kakyoin sighed, hearing the bathroom door slam shut, and Jotaro groan loudly. He stared up at the ceiling for a few moments before letting himself drift off. He was too exhausted to jerk himself off to relieve him of his hardon, and with how Jotaro ran off in such a hurry, he figured that his boyfriend was going to be in the bathroom for a while.
It would go away on its own. There was always tomorrow to get plowed by Jotaro.
Fifteen minutes had passed by the time Jotaro had finally fully relieved himself, and he exited the bathroom.
“Sorry, babe – I always forget that me and Mexican food don’t mix all that well.”
Jotaro was greeted by the sight of Kakyoin sprawled out on his bed, snoring quietly with little room for Jotaro to join him with. The older male took a deep breath, running his hand through his hair, and grasping a fistful.
“I gotta go grocery shopping.”