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It's one of the rare cooler days in Egypt, the relentless sun having been covered by a thin mesh of clouds. Jotaro silently thanks whatever God there is for the break from the heat that's been worsening the journey. He is, once again, below Kakyoin on one of the too-small single beds and, once again, kissing him.
It's become a sort of comforting routine, sweaty bodies moving against each other, the lingering moments and smell of sex filling dingy hotel rooms distracting from whatever oncoming danger they are both acutely aware of. His hat is still on, though slightly askew with the shifting of his head against Kakyoin's, trying to find a good angle for them both.
Kakyoin straightens his back and comes away from Jotaro for a painful moment, looking down at the hat with something Jotaro can only describe as frustration. "Jojo, your hat is in my way." There's a slight change from his usual voice, a playful annoyance.
"It's staying on, thanks." Jotaro is only really doing it to provoke some sort of reaction from Kakyoin, like pulling his hair in a playground. He pulls the hat back down so that it's covering the front of his hair again, shadowing the glint in his eyes. His other hand stays firmly on Kakyoin's hip, thumb pressing on his inner thigh and his fingers splaying up to his hipbone. He knows he likes that by now.
"You're right, it is staying on." Jotaro's momentary disappointment at the lack of struggle is interrupted by Kakyoin snatching the hat off his head and placing it on his own. "-me." He smiles and rocks back slightly. It's at a forty five degree angle, and is slightly too big but it somehow looks even better on him- that effortless look that he always seems to have, it would be annoying if it wasn't so attractive. Jotaro's hair is messed up in the process but he can't bring himself to care when he's got Kakyoin positioned on his lap like this.
He's trying to come up with something to say but all he can manage is a half-hearted accusatory 'you-', before his body takes control and he's flipping them over. Kakyoin gasps and laughs that stupidly beautiful laugh, eyes creasing as his head hits the bunched up blanket at the foot of the bed. Whenever they're like this, Jotaro realises these tiny, almost unimportant things about him. Like the mole on his jaw, or the dimple that only comes out when he's really laughing, not that fake laugh that he does to please people he doesn't know. It makes him feel like being utterly vulnerable like this isn't entirely stupid, that maybe Kakyoin notices things like that about him too.
The hat has all but fallen off now, acting more like a pillow with the angle it fell at. Again, neither of them seem to care, Jotaro is almost laying on Kakyoin, their bodies meeting at the hipbones, Jotaro's knee positioned in between Kakyoin's legs in a way that's making him curl his head almost over the edge of the bed. Jotaro has realised, over the few weeks he's known Kakyoin, that he has that effect on him- leaving his back arching, his fingers grasping at anything there is to hold, his mouth gasping. He doesn't think he's ever had that effect on anyone, maybe because he's never interested enough to let it get this far. There's just something about Kakyoin that he trusts innately, and he can't quite decide if that's incredible or terrifying, maybe it's both.
Jotaro's mouth is moving against his neck now, his entire body rolling in accordance to his tongue. One of Kakyoin's legs has come up to cage Jotaro in, pulling his knee closer as his hips move up to meet Jotaro's. It's slow, and strangely sweet, everything Jotaro thought he'd hate but doesn't, and almost anything he does is making Kakyoin gasp into the blanket spread around his head. It's like this escape from reality, from the insanity of the situation they're in. They both grab at anything they can, Kakyoin's nails scratching against the vest on Jotaro's back, Jotaro's teeth grazing collarbones, shoulders, anything, while one hand settles on Kakyoin's waist. He doubts they'll go much further than making out right now, but there's always that sense of urgency between the two of them, like there's something pulling them together in this messy crash of need. He squeezes Kakyoin's waist tighter and remembers the time he likened whatever their relationship is to the ocean.
"We're like, the point where two oceans meet." They're stood on the balcony of a suspiciously cheap hotel, Jotaro smoking a cigarette while Kakyoin picks at the peeling paint of the railing. Jotaro lets him elaborate, turning his head to look at him. "That place- where is it?" He contemplates his own question for a hesitant moment, "Denmark? I'm not sure, those two oceans meet, and the colours are different but they crash against each-other and don't mix." Jotaro snuffs out his cigarette on a dying plant, "Are you saying we can't-" He steps towards Kakyoin, the smell of tobacco lingering on his breath as he leans towards his ear, "-mix?" Kakyoin thinks to himself in the cloud of smoke that is still dissipating, "They come together, they're never separate, but they're never the same." For some reason unbeknownst to him, Jotaro likes that answer.
It's like that now, crashing against one another, in some passionate twirl that is confusing and can never quite mix, but it's perplexingly amazing. Jotaro is moving his mouth down the length of Kakyoin's neck, pushing down the middle of his chest where the buttons of his shirt have come undone. The cool relief they had felt earlier in the day is counteracted by the proximity of their bodies, the thin film of sweat that is quickly coating both of them. Kakyoin is pushing himself sideways so that he's laying horizontally, still facing slightly upwards towards Jotaro and caring his neck up, and he's laughing that low, almost inaudible laugh again, when the latch on the door undoes.
Polnareff lingers in the doorway, looking as though he's just discovered a new stand user. Kakyoin shoots up, knocking his forehead with Jotaro's as Jotaro stares at Polnareff with that terrifyingly intense glare. "I was just coming to check if-" Jotaro is still staring and Kakyoin is massaging the front of his head "Never mind, i'll come back later." He all but runs away, swinging the door closed behind him with a force he must have used his stand power for. Kakyoin starts laughing uncontrollably, flopping back onto the bed while caressing his now sore forehead. The hat falls to the floor with a thud, joining their coats. Jotaro finds himself giving into the small chuckle and smile that escapes him, also falling backwards towards the head of the bed.
Their laughter eventually ceases, both coming to sit up facing one another. They smile, the waves crash again, and the oceans meet once more.