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"If you're just here to practice, why do I have to be here?"
Jotaro is pretty damn sure his question is in vain, because he can barely hear his own voice over the stereo blaring Cherry Pie.
"SHE'S MY CHERRY PIE, COOL DRINK OF WATER WHAT A SWEET SURPRISE, TASTES SO GOOD BRINGS A TEAR TO YOUR EYE..."
On stage, Kakyoin makes a smooth revolution, wrapping his strong thighs around the pole and arcing his back masterfully, with his legs supporting himself midair. Jotaro tries not to stare at Kakyoin, all lean muscle and dressed in only black boyshorts and favored red high heels, but it is a rather hard task. Not that Jotaro lacks restraint, of course, but Kakyoin was like a force of fucking nature on a pole, though the red haired male would probably be too modest to admit so.
He wouldn't be too modest to admit that his ears were scarily sharp.
"You're my bodyguard Jotaro," Kakyoin replies in a voice just louder than his usual speaking voice. "You're supposed to guard my body when I'm at the club."
"No," Jotaro interjects, "I'm supposed to guard you when the club is actually open. I could be sleeping right now, Noriaki."
"You can sleep later, Jotaro."
"You don't even have to practice this routine anymore," Jotaro continues on. "I know you know it. Is Dio being a dick again?"
Kakyoin snorts and sits up midair to grab the pole in his hands again, skillfully lowering himself back down. "When isn't he? Diego and Gyro had another argument and all of us are facing the repercussions this time."
Cherry Pie continues to play throughout the main room, Kakyoin moving along lazily to the drums, his hands on as he gains a thoughtful look on his face.
"Have you ever tried pole dancing?"
If he had been any less serious and stoic, Jotaro would probably have had choked on air.
"No? I don't plan on it, either."
"Oh, come on!" Kakyoin exclaims, his lips quirking up. "Where's your sense of adventure?"
"Dead somewhere."
Cherry Pie ends with guitars wailing and the rhythmic pounding of drums, fading into another familiar song that causes dread to sink to the pit of Jotaro's stomach like a stone.
"LOVE IS LIKE A BOMB BABY COME AND GET IT ON..."
Kakyoin's lips are stretched in such a devious smile that Jotaro nearly feels fear. "I think this song's perfect for you, Jotaro. Come here."
"What? No."
Kakyoin sighs with a graceful roll of his eyes and starts stalking down the stairs of the stage, the quick click, click, click of his heels audible over the beat of the drums. He stops when he reaches Jotaro, scantily clan and just a little sweaty. With ease, he grabs one of Jotaro's large hands and tugs at him until he's able to pull Jotaro from the bar stool he claimed as his own.
Not an easy task, considering that Jotaro was 195 centimeters of muscle and surliness. Most people, however, tended to underestimate the strength pole dancing gave a person.
"C'mon, Jotaro." Kakyoin says with a deceptively sweet smile. "Now you can have a reason to be here and you can learn something new."
Jotaro doesn't really want to, but he also doesn't really feel like saying no to the smaller dancer, so he lets Kakyoin pull him away. Hell, he even lets Kakyoin snatch his hat from the top of his head. If Polnareff was here, he would probably make some gross, sappy comment.
On the way to the stage, Kakyoin grabs the remote to the stereo, guiding Jotaro to the main pole. He pauses Pour Some Sugar On Me and rubs the pole down with a nearby cloth, tossing Jotaro a bottle of liquid chalk just before he begins.
"If you rub your hands with that," Kakyoin starts, "you won't have as much of a hard time gripping the pole, but you can't rely on it all the time."
Jotaro follows Kakyoin's instructions and before he knows it, Kakyoin's hands are on his hips, pulling him forward. Jotaro places his hand loosely on the silver pole and Kakyoin moves behind him, his hips nearly flush with Jotaro's backside as he guides him the way he wants him.
"I can't dance at all, you know."
Kakyoin chuckles low and truly amused in Jotaro's ear, and if he wasn't sure that his face was as red as the cherries Kakyoin loves before, he's sure now.
"Pole dancing is a lot different than ballroom dancing or anything like that, Jotaro. I'm here to teach you how to do it." He patiently explains to his taller bodyguard, wrapping his long fingers over Jotaro's, raising it higher and wrapping it tighter around the pole. "Though, I could probably teach you how to waltz too, if you wanted."
"When did you even learn so much about dancing?"
"Well... I got really into other kinds of dancing during middle school, because I realized that it was another form of art. I realized that I really loved all kinds of dancing and here I am now, Mr. Marine Biologist to be. Now, should we start?"
After a moment's hesitation, just enough time for Jotaro to grip the pole tighter, he nods and Pour Some Sugar On Me fills the air once more, though the half-Japanese man must admit that he isn't paying much attention to it, but rather the soft voice in his ear and hands that guide his body in the right spot.
Kakyoin is a very good teacher. Quietly encouraging and patient enough without becoming patronizing, with gentle smiles and quick quips, with wry giggles and long fingers to guide Jotaro with.
He cannot say that he regrets Kakyoin dragging him up on stage, even though it's a complete failure.
"You didn't do that bad, Jotaro." Kakyoin compliments once they're done for the afternoon. "Especially considering you aren't wearing the right clothes."
Jotaro doesn't say anything, only grunts as he tugs at his sweatpants and bends down to grab his hat.
"Don't worry," Kakyoin answers assuredly, patting Jotaro's bottom. "I'll buy you a pair of booty shorts before your next lesson. I could probably guess your size correctly."
Jotaro sighs, but doesn't bother to swat at Kakyoin's hand. He doesn't particularly mind if Kakyoin touches him. "I never said I was going to continue learning."
Kakyoin snorts ungracefully, moving his hand up to the small of his back and pushing Jotaro forward enough to get him too start walking.
"Sure, Jotaro, and I'll pretend that you weren't really, really enjoying it."
