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Jotaro is worn out from the latest Stand battle, both physically and mentally. To combat his fatigue he decides to turn in early for the night, holing up in his hotel room with a bottle of vodka. It's one of those drinking sessions where he starts to feel good and wants to push himself a little further, just one more drink, then one more, until he can't feel his lips and his hands feel heavy and clumsy when they reach for the bottle.
He knows he's pretty fucked up, but the extent isn't fully known until a knock comes at the door. He gives a light smack to his cheek and squares his shoulders, trying to feign sobriety, but when he stands he knows it's not going to be an easy task.
He treads carefully across the room and unlocks the door, hoping it's just the cleaning lady asking if he needs more towels, but instead it's Josuke standing there, face lighting up when he sees Jotaro but quickly falling into concern.
"J-Jotaro-san, are you okay?"
Jotaro nods, glad that he's not much one for talking, because he doesn't trust his mouth coordination right now.
Josuke, as always, has to make things difficult though. "Are you sure? It looks like you might have a fever or somethin'."
Jotaro knows he won't be able to nod his way out of this one, so he focuses hard on forming his lips into words, careful to not slur.
"I'm fine. Why are you here?"
He wants to see the worried expression on Josuke's face go away, and it does– but it's replaced by a knowing eyebrow quirk and sly smile.
"You're not sick, you're drunk !" Josuke looks smug, like he's just cracked some big case. "Your breath reeks of booze."
Damn it. Jotaro briefly debates if he should deny the accusation, but knows it would be useless when it comes to Josuke.
"I've had a few drinks." Jotaro tries to keep his face stern and unbudging. "Do you need something?"
"Are you cooped up in there drinking all by yourself?" Josuke, ever nosy, tries to peer around him. "Aren't you lonely?"
Jotaro isn't fond of the pity he hears in Josuke's voice and closes the door slightly to prevent further peeping. "I could have someone in here. And you could be interrupting."
Josuke stops trying to tiptoe a view behind Jotaro and fixes him with a smug grin.
"Just you saying that is enough to tell me you're alone."
If Jotaro was younger, he would have socked Josuke in the mouth just for being a prying little brat. He's mellowed out in his older age though, so instead of physical violence, he just shuts the door– or at least, he tries to. A beefy pink arm clad in baby blue armor shoots out and grabs the door before it can completely close.
"Seriously?" Jotaro sighs and lets go of the door, letting it swing open. "Do you want to bring Stands into this?"
Josuke looks sheepish as Crazy Diamond quickly dissipates. "No, I just–" Even if he seems embarrassed, he still takes the opportunity to step through the doorway as he talks, "I was just checking on you since I hadn't seen you around and all, you know?"
Jotaro grunts noncommittally and makes his way over to the bed before sitting on the edge. He gestures at himself vaguely. "Well, I'm fine."
Josuke shuts the door behind him like Jotaro has invited him in for a nice chat, and Jotaro is too drunk and tired to tell him otherwise. Hell, he's not sure he could convince the teen even if he was sober.
"But are you though?" He ambles around the room, his arm sweeping out. "You're locked up in a hotel, lights off, drinking yourself silly at 5 in the afternoon."
Jotaro huffs. He has a lot of comments he wants to make, like how 5 is a perfectly acceptable time to start drinking, and how he's an adult and can do as he pleases, and how he's not 'drinking himself silly', but it's all more effort than he cares to put in. Instead, he decides to just repeat himself for the third time.
"I'm fine."
Josuke has made his way over to the small table by the window, and he uses the tip of his finger to tilt the half empty bottle of vodka before letting it clack back.
"You sure did drink a lot." His eyes slide over to Jotaro. "Can I have some?"
"No."
Josuke immediately pouts, looking all the more like a kid and only making Jotaro firmer in his answer.
"Pretty please?" Josuke grabs the bottle and makes his way over to Jotaro. "I don't have to be home till 9." He sits down next to Jotaro, close enough so their thighs are touching. He nudges Jotaro with his shoulder. "Don't you want a drinking buddy?"
Jotaro remains silent, so Josuke leans against him.
"Come onnnn. Just a little bit."
There's a warm flutter in Jotaro's stomach and he knows he should stay firm, but damned if Josuke doesn't have a way of wearing him down.
"Do whatever you want."
Josuke is spinning the cap off before Jotaro even finishes his sentence. He sniffs the mouth of the bottle, frowns, squares his shoulders, then takes a shallow drink before sputtering. It's enough to make Jotaro cough out a small laugh, and Josuke whips his head around to look at him petulantly.
"Mean, Jotaro-san."
Jotaro almost laughs again but keeps his composure as he takes the bottle from Josuke and takes a deep swig. He doesn't really want to drink anymore because he knows he's very nearly at that sloppy drunk point, but for some reason, he wants to show off a little. It's probably because he's very nearly at that sloppy drunk point.
He hands the bottle back to Josuke and watches in amusement as Josuke's face scrunches up with another drink.
They pass the bottle back and forth a few times in comfortable silence. Josuke's grimace mellows out and his cheeks get flushed after a few minutes, and Jotaro makes the executive decision that his uncle has had enough. Judging by the difficulty it takes him to find the cap and put it on the bottle, he himself has had enough, too.
"This is nice." Josuke says, voice low and rosy as he lays back on the bed.
Jotaro is feeling pretty drunk and sleepy, so he follows suit. He knows he's going to pay for the extra drinks he had in the morning, but for now, he's happy he did it. It's nice feeling so relaxed around someone. It really goes to show how much trust he's gained in Josuke over the past few months.
"You okay, Jotaro-san?"
Jotaro doesn't realize that he's closed his eyes until he has to force them open. Out of his periphery, he can see that Josuke has turned his head to look at him.
"Fine. Just tired."
Josuke hums and turns his head back to the ceiling. "You know, I've actually been drunk before."
That really comes as a surprise to Jotaro.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, just a few weeks ago. It was during a stand fight….long story."
Jotaro is intrigued, but doesn't bother to press him. Josuke's voice is lulling with how mellow and low it is right now, so Jotaro is more than happy to just close his eyes and listen to whatever the kid is willing to share.
"But that wasn't very fun, it just kinda stressed me out. Well I mean, it was a fight, so of course it was stressful. But this time…I just kinda feel warm and sexy, you know?"
Despite how tired he is, Jotaro can't help but snort in amusement. "Sexy?"
"Yeah, like everything just feels kinda slow and hazy and warm and heavy…it's kind of a sexy sort of feeling. You know what I mean?"
Jotaro sort of gets where he's coming from, but thinks it's more likely that Josuke is just a drunk, horny teen. He remembers what that was like, so he doesn't fault him for it.
"Yeah, I guess."
Josuke hums again, and Jotaro can both hear and feel him stretch languidly on the bed.
"We should do this more often. Not drink, but just hang out." He pauses. "Or drinking, if you're–"
"No."
Josuke laughs softly. "Yeah, fair enough. Gotta be the responsible adult and all."
Josuke continues chatting aimlessly, and Jotaro lets his body and mind relax. He can feel sleep creeping up on him and doesn't fight it. Josuke is a big boy, when he sobers up he can see himself out.
Sleep finally takes Jotaro, but not completely. Ever since his trip to Egypt all those years ago, he can only fall into a shallow sort of rest, where he's aware that he's sleeping and he's able to wake himself up if need be. Josuke's voice becomes a warm, muted buzz and the alcohol makes any thoughts or dreams that try to collect fuzzy and fleeting.
Jotaro is not aware of how much time has passed when he starts coming to. He's guessing it's been at least half an hour, because his drunkenness has tapered to an intense buzz, and there's an uncomfortable pressure in his bladder. He thinks that may have been what woke him up, but then he becomes aware of a peculiar sound. Josuke's voice has gone silent, making the slick, rhythmic noise easy to pick up on, though it's quiet. He means to open his eyes, but something makes him hesitate. He knows Josuke is still beside him, he can feel the weight of him on the bed. Maybe he's got a piece of gum and is obnoxiously smacking his mouth, but the sound doesn't exactly fit that. And on top of that, it's not coming from near Josuke's head– it's lower.
There is one thing that comes to mind, and though it would be a perfect match for the sound and location, it doesn't make sense biologically. And even if it did, would Josuke really be so bold to do that right next to him?
Jotaro's curiosity finally outweighs his sleepiness. He opens his eyes and peers down. Even in the darkness of the room, he can still clearly see Josuke's hand down the front of his pants and moving, perfectly in time with the small, slick noise.
"J–!" Josuke rips his hand free and almost seems like he's about to roll off the side of bed, but he ends up just clutching the open front of his slacks. "It's not what it looks like!"
Jotaro looks blearily up to Josuke's face. The poor boy looks like he's about to have an aneurysm, eyes bulging and pained and mouth pulled into a grimace.
"Then what is it?"
Josuke blinks quickly, brain surely trying to conjure up some sort of excuse. To be honest, Jotaro isn't really sure what to do in this situation, either. He knows what he wants to do, but that would be entirely irresponsible.
"I'm sorry." Josuke finally mumbles, eyes scrunching closed. "I-I thought you were sleeping–"
Josuke's bottom lip trembles, and that's all it takes for Jotaro to say fuck it to responsibility. He had already let the kid drink, after all. There wasn't much of a high road to begin with.
He reaches down and grabs Josuke's wrist, making the teen jump and stiffen. Jotaro is insistent though, and after a tense moment Josuke relents. Jotaro brings the hand up, noting how the index and middle finger glisten even in the semi-darkness. That's already enough to confirm his suspicion, but as he brings the hand to his face, the smell of Josuke's slick really drives it home. The smell alone is good enough to make Jotaro's dick stiffen.
Josuke looks almost terrified, but the expression quickly changes when Jotaro sucks the fingers into his mouth.
Fuck, he tastes as good as he smells. Jotaro makes sure Josuke knows it too– He lets out a warm, satisfied huff as he quickly and thoroughly licks away the juice.
Josuke's mouth opens like he wants to say something, but he seems to have been stricken quiet for the first time that night.
Jotaro lets the fingers fall from his mouth. "Do you want me to finish you?" Just saying it makes his stomach clench in excitement, though it makes his bladder ache.
Josuke blinks quickly again, "J– You don't–"
Jotaro can feel the tendons in Josuke's wrist tighten like he's about to pull away, but then he lets his fingers curl around Jotaro's chin. His eyes finally relax, and though Josuke still looks nervous, he's also got a heated desperation shining in his eyes.
"J…Jotaro-san…"
It's enough of an answer for him. Jotaro rolls over on his side so he's fully facing Josuke, and runs a hand over the teen's chest and down to his stomach. Josuke's hand goes down to grip at Jotaro's forearm, but Josuke isn't trying to stop him– it's more like a tiny way to have some sort of control of the situation.
It's easy to slide his hand into the teen's underwear, and he loves the nervous little chirp Josuke gives when his fingers immediately find his cunt. Josuke's already soaked, the hot slick smeared all along his lips. Jotaro wants to tease him about it, but decides to take another approach.
He slides two fingers between Josuke's lips, easily finding the swollen little nub of his clit. The hand on his arm tightens and Josuke tries to moan, but it's broken off on a rough inhale.
"You're already this hard, huh?"
He hopes Josuke will appreciate the comment, but he isn't expecting the teen to immediately curl inwards and cry out. The intense reaction worries him for only a split moment before he realizes that Josuke is cumming. He quickly swipes his finger back and forth over Josuke's clit to help him through it, and Josuke shakes and whines as his body jerks messily against Jotaro's hand.
When his noises start breaking into rough breaths and his body relaxes back against the bed, Jotaro slides his hand free. He wastes no time sucking his fingers clean, leaning more against Josuke and lightly grinding his cock against the teen's thigh. It doesn't take him long to clean Josuke's slick, and soon occupies his mouth with loose, lazy kisses against Josuke's neck.
"You're pretty sensitive," He comments between a kiss.
"It's just… so different when it's someone else," Josuke says, voice shaky and weak.
Jotaro doesn't plan to take things any further– they're already way further than they should be. He figures he'd let Josuke calm down fully, then go into the bathroom and jack off– and piss, because damn is his bladder full.
But of course, things are never so easy, especially when it comes to Josuke.
"Will you fuck me?"
The request is said so sweetly, Jotaro's dick actually hurts with how hard it throbs. He's mentally blaming his actions on the vodka before he even responds.
"You want me to fuck you?" He rolls on top of Josuke as he damn near growls it, hand already fumbling his pants open. "How bad do you want it?"
"So bad," Josuke leans up and kisses him roughly as he struggles to shimmy his pants down from under Jotaro, "Wanted it for so long–"
Jotaro kisses Josuke back with gusto, groaning as he sucks and licks into Josuke's mouth and joins his hands between them to help shuck off the teen's pants.
He pulls away only when he's settled between Josuke's bare thighs, his cock jerking impatiently as he catches his breath.
"This your first time?"
Josuke meets his eyes as he gives a small nod. He's silently grateful at how resolute Josuke looks– mainly because he's not sure he can bring himself to stop at this point.
"I'll be gentle," Jotaro kisses Josuke quickly, "Just relax."
Josuke wraps his arms around his neck in response, and Jotaro finally lets his cock brush against Josuke's cunt. The burning heat of it is enough to make his eyes roll back briefly, and when he slides between Josuke's puffy lips and feels his cock press against Josuke's entrance, he knows he's not going to last long.
"Fuck," Josuke says it like he's in disbelief, and as Jotaro starts pushing into him and stretches his virgin hole, his voice raises into an overwhelmed whine, "Fuck, fuck, f-fuck –!"
He hasn't even bottomed out when Josuke flings his head back and his pussy spasms around him. Now it's Jotaro's turn to curse.
"Fuck," It's a tight squeeze, but he pushes himself in and shallowly fucks Josuke through his orgasm, "Cumming again? You like my cock that much?"
"Yes, yes, yes –"
Josuke's eyes are screwed shut as he groans out the word again and again, his arms like steel around Jotaro's neck and his cunt throbbing and twitching.
It's a real test of will to not slam himself all the way in and fuck his uncle ruthlessly. He's enough of a gentleman to keep an inch of himself out of Josuke as he sets into a quick rhythm, careful to not let himself brush Josuke's surely oversensitive clit. Even if he can't fuck him like he really wants to, it's still divine– Jotaro isn't sure if it's because he hasn't had sex in a long while, but Josuke's pussy is perfect, the way it clings to his dick and creates just the right amount of slick friction, the way every time Josuke whines it tightens and sucks him in– it's just perfect in every sense, and it feels like he can't move his hips fast enough.
His own climax creeps up on him faster than he'd like to admit, and though it pains him to have to pull out of Josuke's tight little cunt, he does, jacking his slick cock off with rough movements. He has just enough presence of mind to yank Josuke's shirt up right as he cums with a satisfied groan. Even if it's unfortunate that he can't cum inside Josuke, it's incredibly satisfying seeing the teen's toned stomach be striped with thick shots of his semen, almost like he's marking his territory.
"Holy shit," Josuke looks down between them, eyes dazedly aroused as they see the mess Jotaro has made, "Jesus, Jotaro…"
It takes Jotaro a moment to gather himself enough to talk. "You okay?"
"Put it back in," Josuke's legs wrap loosely around his waist and even though he looks totally out of it, he still has enough in him to crack that signature Josuke grin, "Please?"
Even though his dick is raw and spent, he's not one to say no to a request like that. He wipes a dangling thread of cum from his tip before angling himself back down to Josuke's entrance. Both of them wince when Jotaro slowly eases in, and every time Josuke involuntarily clenches, Jotaro inhales sharply.
There's certainly a bit of pain, but when Jotaro is fully inside, he relaxes his weight on top of Josuke and pulls him into a loose, lazy kiss. With the immediate edge of lust off, all that's left is a warm intimacy, of getting to really experience being connected to someone. Maybe it's the effect of the alcohol, but Jotaro can't ever remember sharing such a tender moment with another person.
Feeling thoroughly sated and more than a little sleepy, Jotaro breaks the kiss and nuzzles his head into the crook of Josuke's neck. He could very well nap just like this, if it weren't for one thing.
"Hafta piss," He mumbles, kissing Josuke's neck once more before hoisting himself up–
Or at least he tries to. Josuke's legs suddenly tense around him, and the arms that were limp and warm around his neck are now pulling him close.
"No."
Jotaro sucks his teeth. "What do you mean no? Now let me go–"
"Nope." Josuke holds him even tighter and even though he's just a kid he's still got the Joestar genes– which is to say that he's pretty damn strong. "You're staying right here with me."
It's adorable, sure, and he'd usually love to indulge the teen, but he's got quite a bit of vodka sitting in his bladder and he's had to go for a while. Now that his cock is soft, having it in a hot, wet hole is really coaxing his body to just let it go.
"I'll be right back."
Jotaro tries to pull away again, but Josuke clamps down on him with both his limbs and his pussy. He can feel the ache in his bladder turn into a desperate burn, and his next attempt to pull away makes him release– it's not a lot and he hopes it would be an embarrassing secret only he would know, but the sudden hot burst has Josuke gasping and squirming. He definitely felt it, and that fact makes Jotaro's skin prickle with how fast he flushes.
"Fuck, kid, I really have to go–"
"Then go." As Josuke says it, he can feel his cunt quiver and pulse around him. "I'm not stopping you."
Jotaro's bladder is aching like a bitch and now he's getting hard again on top of that. Is Josuke really serious right now? He would have never expected the teen to be into something like this…hell, Jotaro didn't even know he was into it until just now.
"You want me to fill you up?" Just saying it is enough to make him almost release, but he tenses his stomach and fights the urge, "Is that what you want?"
"Fill me up," Josuke clenches around him again as he squirms beneath him breathlessly, "Fill me to the fucking brim–"
His body reacts to Josuke's words before he can even think. The first spurt of urine leaves him hard and fast– he can actually feel it swell around his cock tip before it has time to disperse fully down Josuke's tight passage.
"Oh my god, fuck…" Josuke humps jerkily against Jotaro as he looks up at him, eyes heated and blissed.
Seeing the teen get off to such a debauched thing has Jotaro reeling in the best way. He grinds slowly in and out of Josuke as he pisses, and he swears he can hear the sound of his stream in Josuke's guts. He's getting stiff enough that he has to strain to keep pissing, and the overstimulation on his cock along with the aching relief of his emptying bladder is an insanely intoxicating combination.
A particularly rough thrust from Jotaro makes the urine in Josuke churn and squelch, and Josuke lets out a filthy moan in response. The sound has Jotaro fully setting into fucking the teen, and he doesn't have the control to make it soft this time– it doesn't seem that Josuke minds, considering the way he's whining and arching into it.
"Fuck, take it, take it–" Jotaro groans, his hands finding Josuke's hips as he sets into a brutal rhythm.
Josuke's pussy tightens hard around him and it causes piss to squirt from around his cock, soaking the front of Jotaro's pants and sending him into a frenzy. He fucks into Josuke as hard as his body will let him, and every thrust has urine squelching and gushing out of Josuke.
"Cu–!" Josuke's voice is high and raw as he claws at Jotaro's back, his face scrunching as he spasms, "Cumming, cumming, Jotaro–!"
"Cum for me, cum for me Josuke, fucking cum for me–"
Jotaro shoves himself in deep and rocks against Josuke, letting the friction between them stimulate Josuke's clit as Josuke cries out and weakly thrashes under him.
Jotaro's aching to cum too but he grits his teeth and waits until he feels Josuke's pussy relax before pulling out and pumping himself. All his body can muster up is a weak little splurt of cum before he's done, his muscles feeling jittery and weak from spent adrenaline.
He collapses on top of Josuke, wet and sticky with a mixture of sweat, pussy slick, piss, and his own cum. Josuke's in just as much of a sorry state, and will definitely need a shower before he heads home.
Jotaro closes his eyes and hums as hands run absently over his back.
He supposes they both can sneak in a quick nap, first.