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[(Anonymous)]

Rubber Soul/Jotaro Kujo

[(Anonymous)]

this isn't nearly as gross as i wanted, but i hope this at least fills someone's expectations out there somewhere, i tried!!
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Jotaro rarely took the time to listen to other people's problems. So when Kakyoin passed him in the hotel hall and briefly, almost timidly, mentioned he wanted to talk, normally he would have flat out denied the personal request.

Normally.

But circumstances on their little trip to Egypt hadn't been exactly what you'd call "normal".

Frankly, just the thought of being alone with someone he barely knew annnoyed Jotaro to the point of wanting to turn around and forget they had even exchanged words, but recent events had left him brushing off Kakyoin's attempts to be friendly far too often.

They met in an alley behind their current hotel, Kakyoin shuffling his feet with his arms crossed, trying not to look uncomfortable. Jotaro tipped his hat lightly with the one hand that wasn't shoved into a pocket as he made his way into the tight alleyway. "What did you need?" he said gruffly, already regretting this decision.

"I know you went through a horrible experience... back when," Kakyoin paused for a second, as if he was being extra careful with his word choice, which only proved to further irritate Jotaro. Just get straight to the point already, damn it.

"Back when you were purchasing the train tickets. I want to make it up to you, Jotaro."

"Make it up to...?" Jotaro was briefly puzzled. That situation had had almost nothing to do with his companion, and he'd rather not talk about it again. Ever.

A finger under his chin suddenly beckoned him closer, a bold move that he didn't expect at all. He'd like to say it didn't catch him completely off guard, but any thoughts of turning around and ditching completely vanished. He shuffled his hand in his pocket, about to pull out his lighter and a fresh cigarette for the upcoming conversation, when Kakyoin moved a step further towards him with a coy smile etched across his face.

The proximity between them was lessening. Jotaro clucked his tongue against his teeth disapprovingly, maintaining his standoffish presence in the face of Kakyoin's sudden advances. Were they actually advances? Or was this simply Kakyoin just being his usual awkward self? It was hard to tell.

What came next blew all the doubts from Jotaro's mind. Kakyoin lifted Jotaro's hand daintily, kissing along the edges of his fingers, drawing their bodies in closer together. Jotaro stiffened, the hairs on the back of his neck raising in response to the feel of Kakyoin's soft pursed lips grazing his fingertips.

"Jotaro, hey... hey, do you like this?" came the incessant and needy whispering close to his ear, far too close for comfort. The urge to push him away or at least punch him a couple of times for good measure was monumental.

He growled as the smaller man nudged into him, hands running delicately over his hips, the gentle touch something he wasn't familiar with. Or even sure if he wanted to be. This wasn't how Kakyoin usually was, he was usually more for looking away uncomfortably at something in the distance, or attempting to put on his best fake smile if their eyes met...

Jotaro's mind wandered until a tongue rolling across his lips snapped him back to reality, back to the knot that was slowly growing in his stomach. His sweaty palms gripped hold of Kakyoin's wide shoulders, his staunch, smaller frame. Before he could manage to get a word in, that same tongue parted his lips and attacked, locking their awkwardly placed faces together. He could barely focus on anything but the wet, rapid movements inside his mouth that sent shudders throughout his body, as he was being edged further and further back into the wall. "Kakyo-," he started as the corner of their lips parted briefly, tightening his hold on his friend as he steadied his balance.

Was this actually Kakyoin? Was this really him with this unquenchable hunger, nearly slamming Jotaro into the wall, pushing their bodies together and rocking into him slightly? Panting and breathing all the way down his neck, teasing him ever so lightly with his teeth? With his face hot and his eyes closed, Jotaro tried to make sense of the queasy feeling in his stomach, coupled with the growing urge to meet Kakyoin's thrusts. With his mind's eye slowly piecing together the puzzle of what would happen if this continued to escalate, he slowly reopened his eyes.

And then his heart completely stopped beating in an instant.

Half of Kakyoin's lower jaw was stretched horrifically down Jotaro's chin, oozing and pulsing in a way that made Jotaro instantly aware of what was really going on. He recoiled so hard instinctively that the back of his head crashed into the wall.

"Do you know how easy this was? Like, are you really this stupid?" the cackling taunting causing the slimy substance to drip even further down, down onto Jotaro's jacket, a hissing sound sizzling in the air as it burnt through the fabric. Jotaro's entire body froze up at once in terror, and in the next second he was violently attempting to shove the gross sleazeball who was currently donning the guise of Kakyoin off of him to no avail. Without realizing it, his arms had already been pinned behind him, covered in a thick, gooey slime that was nearly impossible to break.

"Ooh, someone's getting a little feisty... did you miss me? Is that it? You missed ol' handsome me, Rubber Soul? I'm flattered."

"You-" Jotaro snarled and then almost moaned, biting his lip as overwhelming greedy hands took hold of his bulge with a quick squeeze, fingers effortlessly finding the way to his tip. They ran over him in circular motions, and he did everything in his power to keep from thrusting into those hands, his lip quivering ever so slightly.

"You like that, huh? Huh? You're so dirty, Jotaro... but I can make you filthier," Rubber Soul laughed, eyes rolling all the way back as his head shook in a jarring motion.

Jotaro's chest heaved in anticipation, ragged breathing and anger mixing all at once, the struggle to free himself and the struggle to fight his need for relief rushing together and colliding. He felt the rough and hasty unbuckling, the cool air coiling around his length as his boxer briefs were unceremoniously shoved down. He brought his knee up swiftly in an attempt to slam his aggressor in the face, only to be stopped short by a goop twisting around his leg, absorbing the blow.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... is that any way to treat your dear friend, Kakyoin? You idiot," came the retort in a revolting, gurgly voice. He moved his head further down, and... was he really going to... Jotaro squirmed more forcefully, inhaling deeply as the bubbling mass that vaguely resembled a face inched ever closer to him, cursing himself inwardly for feeling his own throbbing eager to meet those deformed lips...

...and rolled off his bed abruptly, crumpled out on the floor. The hotel room spun slightly as he sat up, eyes darting towards the first sound he heard, not even waiting to regain full composure.

"Gramp-... old man," he grumbled as Joseph sniggered from across the room, stuffing toiletries into their travel bags.

"Have a lil' nightmare, Jotaro? Need your Grampie to come over and give you a reassuring hug?" he jeered, hefting a bag up on his shoulder, making a come hither movement with his arms. Jotaro's candid response was to give him the usual death glare and a slight shake of the head.

He had other more... pressing things to be concerned about. Like the cold sweat still running down his forehead, the disgusting, lingering heat in his groin still distracting him, dragging him back to the dream he was having moments previous. It left his throat dry when he opened and closed his mouth, desperate to say something aloud to break the spell.

Yet all he could manage was to watch Joseph exit the room from the floor, knowing all along he'd have to take care of this alone before he could even begin to proceed with their journey, his dominant hand wandering guiltily towards his belt buckle.

[(Anonymous)]

o-oh...
oh that was really really really good
THANK YOU WRITER!

[(Anonymous)]

whoops, forgot to mention not OP!

[(Anonymous)]

not op, but… damn. that was awesome. thank you!!