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It is only now that Jotaro considers that Kakyoin is probably just as nervous as he is, but it’s hard to completely conceptualize that when Kakyoin’s voice is so close and quiet like they’re sharing a secret, and the stupid fucking hotel shampoo is making Jotaro dizzy, and he is staying as stock-still as he can bear to be despite his head running circles as his heartbeat crashed around his brain- Kakyoin’s lips brush against his own and Jotaro’s brain short circuits.

jotaro and kakyoin try kissing in a hotel in arabia. NOTE: this is a plotless writing exercise i wrote in 2020 that doesn't really have an ending, but enough ppl were curious about it that i've decided to share now <3

“Hold still,” Kakyoin says quietly, his breath ghosting across Jotaro’s face. When did they get so close together?

Jotaro complies, slightly tensing just to be sure, focusing on quitting the light rocking from side to side he had been doing unconsciously.

The springs of the shitty motel mattress squeak as Kakyon leans forward a bit more, but even without the audio cue, Jotaro can feel the bed shift as the weight resting on it redistributes. His heart is not beating fast, per se -- yes, faster than it normally would be, but it’s not racing -- it’s just beating so loud. A part of Jotaro is concerned that Kakyoin can hear it.

Kakyoin’s close enough now that Jotaro can smell the shampoo he stole from the last decent hotel they had stayed at. Jotaro almost wants to open his eyes, but he’s not sure what he would hope to see. He just…

“You can always-” Kakyoin’s voice rings in his ears, adding to the cacophony that his own heartbeat had started, “-push me away, or something, if you don’t- if you’re uncomfortable…”

Kakyoin’s lips brush against his own and Jotaro’s brain short circuits.

It is much easier to stay still now that his entire body has tensed in response to the plume of hot excitement in Jotaro’s chest. He can still hear his heart and he still feels dizzy with Kakyoin so close, but then Kakyoin starts to move when Jotaro shifts forward in encouragement, and now he isn’t completely sure if he’s actually in his body still or not.

Kakyoin’s long bang gently hangs forward and caresses Jotaro’s face as Kakyoin presses closer and Jotaro feels something in his stomach both tighten and release.

His palms are so sweaty, and he’s not sure he’d be able to stay sitting up if he didn’t continue leaning some of his weight on them, but he wants to reach forward with his hands, to hold Kakyoin’s face or neck or to run his fingers through his stupid mullet. He feels as hot as Kakyoin’s hair is red.

Impulsively, he brings one hand up and hesitantly touches the side of Kakyoin’s face. He isn’t quite sure what to do, now that he’s trying to do something, and Jotaro almost panics before Kakyoin brings his own hand up to keep Jotaro’s in place.

Fuck, he’s gonna- his heart is gonna give out.

Jotaro tries to keep up with some sort of pace that compliments Kakyoin’s, but it’s overwhelming blatant that neither of them have done this before. Jotaro doesn’t really care, though; he wouldn’t mind trying to figure it out together.

Kakyoin does something with his tongue then, kinda pokes Jotaro’s lip with it, and holy shit all he can hear and taste and smell is Kakyoin and fuck, it’s too much-

Jotaro pulls back, finally opens his eyes after having them closed for so long, but keeps his hand against Kakyoin’s face.

“Fuck, I’m sorry Jojo, was that too-?”

“No, fuck, no, you’re fine, I’m just-” Jotaro inhales before he wipes his free hand on the side of his pants and brings it up to the other side of Kakyoin’s face.

Jotaro licks his lips nervously, and he gets a front-row seat to how Kakyoin’s eyes follow the movement. He swallows thickly.

“Um. I’m just.” Jotaro breathes again, before leaning forward and resting his hand against Kakyoin’s shoulder, sliding his hands down to Kakyoin’s waist. Kakyoin tenses as his hands drift, but he settles against them once they reach their end destination quick enough that Jotaro doesn’t have time to regret the movement.

Kakyoin laughs quietly, and Jotaro’s ear that’s closest to his throat can feel the vibrations. Fuck. Fuck. He’s so fucking whipped.

Kakyoin moves his own hands, then, and buries them in Jotaro’s hair.

Shivers immediately go up and down Jotaro’s spine, but he’s able to bite back any embarrassing noises.

“I’m just. You.” Jotaro has no idea how to explain that it was so much but so good and he just wasn’t sure if he’d be able to keep from passing out if he didn’t take this breather.

Jotaro sighs and Kakyoin scratches his scalp lightly in response.

Jotaro shudders then, to his mortification. Kakyoin pauses, and Jotaro knows, even before Kakyoin moves or says anything else, that he’s gonna be so fucked.

“You alright, Jojo?” Kakyoin asks, his throat still vibrating right next to Jotaro’s ear, his voice taking on a teasing lilt.

Fuck.

“I’m fine.” Jotaro insists, trying to will the goosebumps on his arms to go the fuck away.

“Hmm. If you say so,” Kakyoin drawls, before he moves his hands a bit, being sure to rub at Jotaro’s scalp as he does so.

Jotaro bites back a groan and instead digs his chin into Kakyoin’s shoulder in hopes to get back at him somehow.

Kakyoin hisses a breath and tightens his grip, which effectively backfires Jotaro’s plan of payback.

“I’m not a dog, stop fucking- petting me.” Jotaro tries to sound gruff but he fails pretty miserably, especially when considering how good Kakyoin has gotten at noting any subtle changes in his behavior.

“I’m not petting you,” Kakyoin defends even as he scratches at Jotaro’s scalp again. “But even if I were,” that damned teasing tone is back, “you don’t have to be a dog to enjoy it.”

Jotaro tries to respond, but Kakyoin’s fingers get caught in a tangle, and he tugs to pull them free, pulling Jotaro’s hair while doing it.

Jotaro can feel himself fall boneless against the other, but he’s more concerned with how his face feels it’s on fire.

Kakyoin lets out an “oof” at the sudden weight before he allows himself to fall back and laughs out loud. The sound rings in Jotaro’s head and it’s as awful as it usually is, but Jotaro can feel that whatever both tighten and release in his gut again. He was actually going to spontaneously combust, he was certain.

“Jojo,” Kakyoin chuckles. Their position had changed enough when they landed that Jotaro’s ear was no longer getting constant rumbly feedback every time Kakyoin spoke, but his voice still rings in Jotaro’s head like it’s the only sound he’s ever heard. It’s the only sound he wants to hear.

“You alright?” Kakyoin asks, his voice still teasing, but there is an undercurrent of sincerity that Jotaro can only pick up cause he’s spent almost every waking (and non-waking) moment with Kakyoin for the past month and a half. Something sparks in Jotaro’s chest, like an electric wire has been exposed and is now burning the shit out of him. He is becoming more certain he is actually going to catch on fucking fire.

Jotaro doesn’t trust his voice, frankly, with how dizzy but centered his head is and how he has a lump in his throat but also his chest and stomach feel so light. So instead of answering verbally, Jotaro shuffles so that he’s hovering back to be able to look at Kakyoin’s face.

Kakyoin smiles at him, his wide mouth curved into something light. He determinedly keeps his hands in Jotaro’s hair even as he moves, though. Jotaro snorts at him.

Jotaro hesitates, then, before slowly starting to lean back down. “I’m, uh. I can. Continue.” He sounds so fucking stupid, he was right not to speak earlier, fuck he’s such an-

Kakyoin’s smile widens and his eyes stare right into Jotaro’s. Jotaro is certain he’s gotta burn at the touch, but Kakyoin still keeps his hands in his hair.

Speaking of, using the control he has of Jotaro’s head, Kakyoin gently leads him back down for another kiss.

“If you’re sure,” Kakyoin says, his voice quiet but also teasing and holy fuck, and then they’re kissing again.

It’s still painfully obvious that neither of them have done this before, but Kakyoin is more confident, taking the lead but not being demanding about it. At this point, Jotaro doesn’t think he’d care if he was demanding, but he appreciates the consideration of his pride anyway.

It’s very innocent, frankly. Kakyoin is gently, slowly moving his mouth against Jotaro’s own, as if not to spook him (which is fair, Jotaro guesses, considering he needed a breather earlier). This time, it’s easier for Jotaro to find a matching rhythm, and when he finally gets it down, he can feel Kakyoin smile into the kiss.

Just as Jotaro is starting to feel as confident as Kakyoin seemingly is, Kakyoin tugs at his hair again. Jotaro’s jaw drops in probably what would have been a gasp, but Kakyoin steals his breath away by continuing to kiss him, experimentally swiping with his tongue again.

Kakyoin tastes like mint and fructose and Jotaro cannot feel his heart but he can hear it.

Kakyoin pulls back though, and Jotaro chases after him without even thinking. Kakyoin laughs right in his face and if it was literally anyone, anyone else, Jotaro would immediately get up and leave or punch them or something but all Jotaro feels, instead of anger, is just more magma filling up his chest cavity, slow and viscous and warm.

“Sorry,” Kakyoin says while grinning up at him, “I just- you hadn’t moved so I thought you needed another moment-”

“I- that was- it was good,” Jotaro stammers, before he dips his head to hide his face. Fuck. Everything felt so hot. Was he sweating? He hoped he wasn’t sweating. That’d be so gross and ruin the moment. Right? Kakyoin was weird though. Maybe he wouldn’t care. Fuck, why did he even-

“Good?” Kakyoin repeats, still as teasing as ever, but another lilt of sincerity is back. Jotaro is burning.

He swallows before raising his head and nodding. Kakoin smiles at him again, but it’s more fond than anything else and great now Jotaro cannot fucking breathe.

He starts running his hands through Jotaro’s hair again and Jotaro shudders again. He can’t care as much as he did a few minutes ago.

Kakyoin laughs again though, and even though he’s laughed a lot in the past half hour, Jotaro still reacts all the same with that additional plume of heat in his chest that he really, really doesn’t need.

“You’re so shy, Jojo.” Kakyoin comments. It’s Jotaro’s turn to snort. People have used many words to describe him (most of them synonyms of each other, like “intimidating” and “scary”), but shy?

“It’s true!” Kakyoin insists though. “You’re shy. You dunno how this works at all.”

Jotaro is aware that his face is burning, but it has been for the past while anyway, so whatever. “What, and you do?”

Kakyoin clicks his tongue (Jotaro pushes away the helpful reminder his brain sends him that that tongue had just been in his own mouth) and snorts. “Of course not,” Kakyoin says, before his smile takes on another mischievous lilt and he tugs at Jotaro’s hair again. Jotaro holds his breath to avoid making a noise, but he, mortifyingly, leans into the feeling before catching himself. Fuck

“See?” Kakyoin says smugly. Jotaro is about to snark at him cause honestly, how did that just prove anything other that Kakyoin is an asshole, but then Kakyoin continues with, “You won’t even let me hear you. You’re shy!”

Jotaro’s jaw drops again, but he picks it up after a second to glare at Kakyoin. However, despite all the heat in his chest and stomach, there is no heat in his expression. Kakyoin laughs his stupid ugly-as-hell laugh at him and Jotaro feels the heat in his chest go up another degree. He should be angry -- he would be angry if it just- if it was just anyone else.

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