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Just hold his hand you stupid prick. It's right there, right fucking there. I bet it's warm and soft and fuck, people hold hands all the goddamn time, every goddamn day, why is this so hard?! Shit, he's staring at you, say something.

“Are you okay, Jojo?” Kakyoin asked, head tilted to the side, an inquiring and slightly concerned look on his handsome face.

The incline caused his pretty red hair to slide against his cheek. Jotaro's eyes followed the movement before catching his violet gaze, wanting nothing more to smother his fingers in the silky strands. You can't even hold his hand you idiot, he berated himself, touching his hair is a fucking pipe dream at this point.

Jotaro grabbed the bill of his hat instead, pulling it over his face to hide the small betraying redness high on his cheekbones. “I'm fine...” he grunted.

The smaller teen didn't seem convinced entirely, but smiled kindly anyways, returning to his lecture on the trading practices of the country they were currently in. Don't ask Jotaro the name of the place, they pass over so many borders and through so many towns each day that they all seem to melt together. All he could really concentrate on these days, between the endless blur of travel and life-or-death skirmishes, was this incredible boy next to him.

Kakyoin was considerate and well spoken, observant and skilled, prim, proper, strangely handsome, goofy, intelligent and a total smart-ass. He seemed to be the only person able to interpret the subtleties of Jotaro's expressions. He was so accommodating that the larger teen was constantly at a loss of how to react, resorting to embarrassing one word answers or grunts when the words failed him completely. How could he not develop a crush on him?

It didn't help that Kakyoin was also cute. Not a word he would often use to describe anything other than small land or water mammals, but Jotaro found it floating to the forefront of his brain anytime the redhead did anything ever. Brushing his unruly, vibrant hair behind his ear as a breeze caught it in an open car window? Cute. Holding up the tiny plate of a tea cup as he took a dainty sip? Cute. That tiny, sour pout that spread across his thin lips as Polnareff made a crude joke? Cute. Those ridiculous too big striped pajamas he wore when they scored a hotel? Cute. Cute, cute, fucking dammit cute. And all he wanted to do was take that slender hand in his and show him just how cute he is.

But no, he couldn't bring himself to do it. As fearless as Jotaro presented himself to be, he was still just a 17 year old brat, with his own admittedly shitty teenage insecurities. He could take on any stand user you put in front of him, delivering justice with his fists but he was still afraid to confess his ugh feelings to the boy he liked. Jotaro thought that, like most stuff he did, he could communicate the things he felt with his actions, hence the hang up on holding hands. If he could just entwine their fingers together, press his own broad palm to Kakyoin's slender one and squeeze, then maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay. They would be okay.

With a sigh, the brunet drew a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it as Kakyoin spoke about the cultural importance of the textile trade of wherever-the-hell-they-were. Jotaro liked listening to him talk, even if he wasn't really hearing what he was saying all the time. It was the lilt of his words and the way he excitedly talked with his hands that bemused him, and made him fall harder and harder as the days went on.

They had been walking through the streets aimlessly for the past hour or so, killing time as the sun slowly fell towards the horizon. The streets here reminded him of home, of Tokyo the few times his Mom had taken him as a child. It was busy, crowded with people and traffic, smells and hustle and bustle. Despite the stares (Jotaro was used to it anyways; being heads taller than most in a crowd) and the constant begging and touching, he actually quite liked it here. It was warm in a human way, and he understood what Avdol had meant when he said these were some of the best places in the world. Even though it was under the worst circumstances, he found himself happy to be there, especially with Kakyoin.

The stone buildings around them started lighting up as dusk settled, a warm glow falling over them and guiding their way down the street. A busy intersection was ahead of them, Jotaro recognizing it and recalling that their hotel wasn't too far off.

“I guess we better start heading back,” Kakyoin mused, as if he hadn't been purposely steering them back all along. Jotaro smirked and nodded in agreement.

“I hope we aren't keeping everyone from dinner, waiting for us to return,” the redhead laughed, eyes crinkling. “I wonder what they have to offer in the hotel restaurant? I hope they have something we haven't tried yet. Oh, Jojo! There's this one dish you just have to try, do you like spicy things? Even if you don't I think you'll like this it's called-”

Distracted by his new tangent, Kakyoin had been concentrating his attention on Jotaro instead of where he was walking, stepping down into the street ahead of the brunet. It goes without saying that he didn't notice the oncoming truck, and Jotaro felt his breath freeze in his lungs and his half-finished cigarette fall from his lips.

“Kakyoin!”

His instincts kicked in immediately and he reached out, grasping the smaller teen's wrist and yanking him back towards himself with all his strength. Kakyoin crashed into his chest with a panicked gasp, Jotaro's other arm wrapping around his shoulders, holding him protectively against his larger body. The truck zoomed by them, the horn laid on thick but Jotaro couldn't hear anything over his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He squeezed the smaller teen tight, only just resisting burying his face in the mess of red hair under his nose, relief washing over him in waves.

“J-Jojo...” He felt, more than heard, a muffled voice against his chest, and Jotaro suddenly remembered he was holding Kakyoin. He pushed him away, hands gripping the redhead's biceps as he glared down at him, ignoring the incriminating flush blooming up his neck.

“What were you thinking?! Don't be so reckless Kakyoin! I shouldn't have to tell you, of all people, to be more aware of your surroundings. What if you had-”

Kakyoin stared up at him with wide eyes, still in shock from being nearly run over, but Jotaro could see something else in his gaze. It looked like a sense of awe, and something else he couldn't put his finger on. The brunet felt himself growing more flustered the more prolonged their eye contact became. He finally averted his own gaze.

“What if I had what, Jojo?”

Jotaro frowned, and instead of answering he slid his hands down from their resting spot, firm on Kakyoin's biceps, to trail down until he grasped the redhead's wrist once more. He felt his shoulders tuck up defensively and he turned away, dragging him along with him. Kakyoin stumbled but then fell into step with Jotaro, lagging behind slightly as his legs were a touch shorter.

“Just- Just shut up and stick close, okay?” Jotaro growled lowly, leading the way towards their hotel. He grumbled a small “yare yare daze” under his breath and shyly loosened his grip on Kakyoin's wrist to instead cup his hand.

The redhead followed behind quietly, unable to look away from the broad figure of Jotaro's back and the hot pink of his ears, a sight he could still see in the waning daylight. A small smile found a home on his lips and he looked down to admire their clasped hands. He adjusted his hand in Jotaro's grasp to better entwine their fingers together, grinning wider when he felt the stoic teen twitch. He jogged up next to Jotaro, this time keeping his eyes on the path ahead of them, quiet and contemplative.

Kakyoin squeezed his hand, and Jotaro, after an awkward length of time, timidly squeezed back. And everything was okay, for at least one more night.

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The first time they kiss is not soft and gentle like Jotaro had envisioned it, like how he had wanted it to be and how Kakyoin deserved it to be, but these things don't always go according to plan.

It was after another harrowing stand encounter and they were all a little worse for wear. While the rest of their companions re-grouped, distracted by mapping out their next route and administering first-aid, Jotaro pulled Kakyoin away by his wrist. Stifling a squeak of protest, Kakyoin followed faithfully. He felt the larger teen's urgency in the tightness of his grip.

As soon as the others were out of sight, Jotaro yanked him into the nearest alley. Hardly subtle and still in the light of day, they came together in that barely hidden alleyway, embracing hard, desperate but happy to be alive. The brunet pulled Kakyoin against him, collapsing back against the dingy, brick wall. Their breath was short and their bodies were hot from the midday sun, but neither of them could stop shaking.

Without thinking, Jotaro swooped down and captured Kakyoin's lips, words he couldn't say hopefully making themselves known as he wrapped himself around the smaller teen as much as he could. It was clumsy and sloppy, their noses smashed together and Jotaro's hat pressed a little too hard into his forehead, but Kakyoin didn't back down and gave back as good as he got. He pressed into Jotaro just as hard, swallowing the brunet's breath, fingers digging deeply into his jacket and shoulders.

It hurt, the redhead's fingers pressing into battle fresh wounds he hadn't known about but Jotaro didn't care. Losing Kakyoin would have hurt an infinite amount of times worse so he kissed him again. Again and again, until his hat fell to the dusty ground and Kakyoin's hair resembled a bird's nest. He kept kissing him, until their lips were bruised and their knees were weak, not letting go until the pain in his lungs forced them apart.

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Comfortable in the privacy of their shared hotel room, Jotaro and Kakyoin sat together on one of the double beds, not really paying attention to the murmur of the television. It was a ruse really, something to act as a distraction, to provide white noise in the room and in their heads as their hormones buzzed, drunk on their proximity.

Thighs pressed to thighs, hip to hip, Jotaro's arm was draped across Kakyoin's shoulders as they leaned against the headboard. The redhead wondered if the other boy could hear the pounding of his heartbeat, and the brunet wondered in turn if the other could feel the sheen of sweat breaking out on his skin, flushed warm with anticipation.

Kakyoin cleared his throat, causing Jotaro to jump, caught off guard that the smaller boy was making the first move. He was embarrassed but he braved a look down at him, his gaze captured by the redhead's pretty violet eyes. One of Kakyoin's hands smoothed up his trembling belly to rest on Jotaro's chest. The brunet felt his heartbeat flutter and his already warm skin grow hotter, especially on his face.

Kakyoin tilted his face up to him, eyes lidding heavily, giving Jotaro his silent permission. As flustered as Jotaro was, he dove in eagerly, pressing his full lips against the redhead's thinner ones. It was still so new and exhilarating, and it never grew old. He pressed himself closer, pulling Kakyoin's small body against his, feeling his hiccuping breath against his face with each exhale through the redhead's nose.

They hadn't completely gotten the hang of breathing while kissing but Kakyoin was of the mind that practice made perfect, and Jotaro was more than happy to comply. They broke apart briefly to catch said breath and Jotaro took the opportunity to push the redhead over onto the bed, covering his smaller body with his larger one, resting his arms to either side of him. He showered kisses over his cheeks and chin, earning small giggles from Kakyoin, before taking his lips once more.

Jotaro's heart raced faster as he felt Kakyoin hum appreciatively into their kiss, his hands brushing over the fabric of his shoulders and sides, tugging the larger boy as close as they could get. Shyly, Jotaro opened his mouth, daring to sweep over Kakyoin's lips with his tongue. This was new for them, but he had been unable to think of anything else lately in their privacy. He felt Kakyoin's hands tighten and twitch on his back and the small pleased sigh against his lips as he opened his mouth too, tongue sweetly brushing back against his.

Jotaro deepened their kiss, wanting to know everything there was to know about the beautiful boy underneath him. Things got a little heavy and sloppy but neither one minded as their legs entwined further, and their hands explored each others clothed bodies. This moment was quiet and slow and only for them. And they wanted it to last forever.

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By some strange great miracle, the group had come across a nice, clean ice-cream parlor in the middle of no where and Joseph insisted on treating them all. Kakyoin certainly wasn't one to pass up something sweet, and more importantly cold, on this whirlwind adventure across the desert, but that didn't stop him from thinking it was peculiar.

Not the parlor or the ice-cream itself (they had thoroughly checked the parameter for stand activity before proceeding,) but the bizarre sight of one big, stoic, Jotaro Kujo with a vanilla soft serve cone in his hand. He supposed even self-proclaimed delinquents in intimidating all black enjoyed ice-cream too, but when it came to Jotaro... Kakyoin didn't know what to think; whether to laugh or stare dumbly. The sight of it was almost too cute.

However, his mind was made up for him when Jotaro's poorly attended cone started dripping trails of white sticky sweetness over his knuckles. He watched the hulking teen bring the cone up to his mouth with an exasperated huff and start to lick it away from his tanned skin. His pink tongue expertly chased the melting ice-cream up to the body of the cone. Jotaro slurped up the remaining liquid and then sucked the top of his cone into his mouth, plump lips stretched around the ice-cream, making certain that the frozen treat wouldn't melt any further.

Kakyoin felt his pants grow a little tight as he watched Jotaro pull off and lick around his lips, making sure not a single drop was wasted. Distracted by the enticing sight in front of him, Kakyoin jumped as Polnareff's hand clapped down on his shoulder loudly, pulling him from his trance.

A startled squeak left him and Kakyoin dropped his own cup of ice-cream on the ground. All three young men stared down at it, watching as the pink cherry flavoured ice-cream slowly dripped out onto the dirt. Polnareff's laughter rang out uncontrollably loud, and anyone looking onto the scene would think that Kakyoin's face was flushed with anger or exasperation, but it was red out of complete embarrassment. That's what he gets, he muses, thinking such inappropriate, lewd things...

Kakyoin politely turned down Jotaro's offer to share his cone.

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