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Jotaro was surprised to hear a knock at his hotel room door, and even moreso to see his teenage uncle standing there, looking vaguely distraught and propped up by his two highschool buddies.
“S-sorry Mr. Jotaro,” Okuyasu said sheepishly. He never really knew how to talk to Jotaro. “Josuke was fighting a Stand user and got blasted with some kinda something.” Okuyasu looked like he was holding something back. “We didn’t know what to do with him, but he can’t go back to his mom.”
Jotaro sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Tell me everything you can about this,” he exhaled.
Koichi debriefed Jotaro as quickly as possible. Jotaro idly watched Josuke as he squirmed uncomfortably between them, face flushed pink. After Jotaro called the Speedwagon Foundation to come assist and confirmed that neither Okuyasu or Koichi was affected, he sent them on their way.
Josuke leaned heavily against Jotaro as he closed the door.
“You’re burning up,” Jotaro remarked. He could feel warmth radiating off the teenager.
“Mmnh,” Josuke expressed weakly. “I feel warm.”
Jotaro knew Josuke’s friends dropped him here because they considered him a responsible adult who knew how to handle complicated situations. What they couldn’t have known is that he had been fostering an unhealthy level of attraction to his significantly younger estranged family member. Jotaro found himself thinking regularly that he wanted to fuck this boy into his mattress and that did not make him feel like a responsible adult.
Now he was practically in his arms, slightly flushed and making little confused moans like he wasn’t fully cognizant of what was going on. It flared up something nasty and complicated in Jotaro.
Jotaro laid Josuke down in the bed, putting a sheet over him in an effort to be comforting. Josuke seemed so…helpless. Jotaro brushed a hand across his forehead and god help him Josuke leaned into it. Between that and the little breathy sounds his was making, Jotaro knew he needed to leave.
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Jotaro tracked the Stand user easily enough, but with how weakened his ability to stop time was from disuse, he didn’t completely avoid getting hit by the spore-like spray of the Stand.
Speedwagon Foundation employees were in the process of apprehending the user while Jotaro placidly questioned him.
“What is it doing,” he asked so solidly it didn’t sound like a question.
“Oh yeah,” the Stand user replied with a smirk. “You’ll keep getting warmer, well, until…”
“Until what.”
“Until you, eh, ‘take in someone else’s release,’ so to say,” he said with a smirk. “It’s a very persuasive power, innit?”
“Ugh,” Jotaro replied.
“Or you can enjoy burning up until the fever kills you,” he said, gleeful and sinister.
“We’re ready to take him away,” a Speedwagon employee explained as they began to move him away to a secure van.
The man gave a knowing laugh. Before he was out of distance, he said loudly, “What happened to that kid I encountered earlier?”
Jotaro swallowed, feeling a sweat starting to break out on his brow.
“Mr. Kujo,” a different Speedwagon employee said, putting a concerned hand on Jotaro’s arm. “Do we, uh, need to help you figure things out? We’re here to assist.”
Jotaro steeled himself, mentally preparing for the journey back to the hotel. “I’ll take care of it myself,” he said gruffly, leaving no room for question.
“A-ah, okay,” the employee said uneasily. For generations, it was the responsibility of the Speedwagon Foundation to trust the judgement of Joestar family members, no matter how uncertain they felt about their choices.
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Jotaro made it back to the hotel room as expediently as possible, already starting to feel the effects of the Stand’s blast and gaining a much better understanding of what Josuke had been feeling. Primarily, warmth. But it was hard to describe—it was simultaneously the heat of an illness-related fever and the flush of intense sexual arousal. It was like an aphrodisiac, but with the dizzying urgency of a violent flu.
Jotaro was barely holding it together as he breached the entryway to his hotel room, and was practically floored as he was hit with an intense scent as he entered the room. It was completely overpowering and intoxicating. It was indescribable in specific odor but evoked feelings of sickly sweetness. It went straight to his dick as he belatedly realized it was Josuke giving off an insane wave of pheromones. His vision was blurry and head swam in an aroused haze as he made his way further into the room.
Jotaro grit his teeth as he entered the bedroom, having a creeping idea of what he was going to find. Josuke had kicked off the comforter and sheets, wriggling uncomfortably in the middle of the bed. He had divested himself of all of his clothes except his briefs, not that they were doing much good hiding his modesty. He was unbearably hard and leaking so much precum that the fabric was sticky-wet. The bottom of Jotaro’s stomach dropped out as Josuke locked eyes with him desperately.
“Jotaro,” Josuke said, voice tight. “I’m so sorry,” he said helplessly. “This is so embarrassing, but it’s…everything’s so hot…and it’s…I can’t….” He was speaking in a whine, almost sounding on the verge of tears in frustration.
Jotaro swallowed, exhaling slowly. “It’s okay,” he said thickly. “I got hit with it too,” he explained.
Josuke looked both excited and distressed. “You did?” Jotaro nodded curtly. “Does, uh, does touching feel good for you yet?” Josuke asked hesitantly.
“I dunno,” Jotaro said, legs moving forward into the bedroom on autopilot. It felt like there was no stopping this now. He felt magnetized.
He was barely even thinking about it as he reached out a hand to touch Josuke’s cheek. The heat radiating off him was intense, he thought. He felt bad for leaving him here alone like this for so long. Josuke was easing into his touch so, so eagerly. Jotaro felt it too. It felt electric where his skin came in contact with Josuke’s, and he was suddenly all-consumed with extending and amplifying that feeling. Josuke let out a loud, breathy moan, and it was over then.
Suddenly Jotaro was on him, quick and aggressive, pushing the writhing boy into the bed. Josuke was bucking eagerly against him, breathy demands of more, please, more. Jotaro thrust against him, unreservedly dry-humping his already punch-drunk uncle who was crying out in such a way Jotaro felt either of them could cum in their pants just from this. But he knew it wasn’t enough.
Jotaro’s head rushed, heady both with desire and actual heat. “Sorry, Josuke, sorry,” he was muttering under his breath, too far gone to actually feel guilty, but still feeling the obligation to express it. He was burning up and skin contact felt like the only thing that mattered in the world to him in that moment. He was kissing Josuke hard, taking in his eager exhalations. Jotaro stripped out of his clothes hastily in between frantic kisses, trying to maximize their skin-to-skin contact.
Jotaro roughly removed Josuke’s soaked underwear, tossing it aside before flipping him onto his stomach. Josuke had been trying so desperately to hold back, uninhibited beyond normal limits but still shamed enough to attempt to keep quiet. This recent action became too much to bear as he gave in to the overwhelming wave of desire to sob, “Please fuck me, please, please, I need it,” voice strained with desperation as tears sprung from the corners of his eyes. The way he begged was undeniable, who would Jotaro be to not comply.
He eagerly teased at Josuke’s hole, thumbs skirting the rim and spreading him open. Josuke twitched eagerly in response, nodding mindlessly while trying to keep it together. Jotaro lined his achingly hard cock up against him and was surprised how easily he sunk inside.
Josuke very strongly had to resist exclaiming out loud, his last shreds of decency stopping him from screaming loudly in pleasure in a hotel room, not wanting to feel like a complete cliché. His nerves were on fire in the most intense, delicious way, every drag of skin and contact threatening to undo him. Though he was in ecstasy, his fever was also making him slightly delirious at the same time. His mouth hung agape as his eyes nearly crossed, glassy and unfocused.
“Fuck, Josuke,” Jotaro grunted, gripping his meaty hips. He slammed into him again and again, single-minded in his pursuit of chasing this building feeling, the thrill of making this boy cry out and moan his name. It felt good, too damn good to put words to, and suddenly that was everything, washing over him and he was cumming inside Josuke what felt like a flood, a torrent of ejaculate. Was that one of the side effects of the Stand, he marveled silently. He rode the aftershocks of his orgasm, which were powerful and lasted much longer than ever had before.
Josuke sighed, expelling a hysterical blast of air as he felt his fever began to break. Just from his palm on Josuke’s ribs, Jotaro could feel his temperature beginning to drop down to normal levels. He, however, was not so lucky. He realized hysterically that even as he felt lightheaded with the exertion of his orgasm, he was still feverishly warm and growing warmer still as his cock began to harden again, practically in spite of himself. He groaned helplessly, realizing this would continue until it couldn’t anymore, one way or another. He knew there was only one resolution. He doubted Josuke had the energy to fuck him after being rawed so thoroughly, but hoped an alternate method of ingestion would accomplish the same result.
Jotaro flipped Josuke onto his back, who was still twitching so uncontrollably, it was a shock he hadn’t cum yet himself. Jotaro was on him in an instant, Josuke barely able to weakly protest that Jotaro “didn’t have to do that” before he was getting aggressively throatfucked by the older man.
Even as he rubbed his own throat raw with his motions, Jotaro was in ecstasy, the sensation of Josuke’s cock sliding up and down his throat enough to make his hardened cock leak again in excitement. Josuke couldn’t last long being deepthroated so vigorously, and began to cum. If Jotaro’s release had been unusually abundant, Josuke returned it in kind, semen flooding Jotaro’s mouth and throat, escaping the edges of his lips with its sheer volume. Jotaro swallowed the load in his mouth as best he could, but couldn’t help the excess that dribbled down his chin and throat. Josuke looked down at him, shook.
It wasn’t long before Jotaro could feel his fever begin to subside, he realized with relief. He fell back on the bed with a sigh, not sure where to even begin to process what just happened. They both lay in stunned silence for a time.
Josuke seemed to come to his senses first. “I-I’m sorry you, uh, had to do that,” he said self-consciously while his nephew’s cum leaked out of him. “I know it was like an out-of-control situation or whatever. We don’t have to acknowledge it happened.”
Jotaro grunted, feeling way too honest in his pleasured haze. “Shut up. I wanted it to happen,” he said, tone leaving no room for argument. “Sorry if I was too rough. I can be gentler.”
“L-like a next time?” Josuke asked, hopeful.
“Yeah, like maybe with a little foreplay and no fucked up outside influences,” Jotaro replied. He pulled Josuke into his arms, embracing him as their sweat-sticky bodies clung to each other.