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Jotaro didn’t realise how solitary his life was until it suddenly, forcefully wasn’t.
It wasn’t just the circumstances of his quest to defeat Dio with the other crusaders making it nearly impossible to have any form of privacy—long hours stuck inside cars trundling across the desert, sleeping bags crowded around a campfire, and the endless chatter of his companions in his ear—but his very body had gained a new roommate. Even in the rare moments where he was free of the others, Jotaro knew he wasn’t truly alone. The spectral energy of his Stand buzzed within him, that second consciousness nagging at the back of his mind like a figure he could just see snatches of in his peripheral vision. Such feelings had contributed to his original assumption that he was being haunted, the prickling sensation of another pair of eyes peering through his own leaving him sick with paranoia.
He was more accustomed to it now, but it was still weird. Back off, he thought whenever he felt Star Platinum’s presence pushing at his awareness, trying to passenger princess his senses.
Presently, Jotaro and the others were cosied up in their own private carriage on a train rolling through the Arabian desert. The sun had just about set and the lot of them were catching up on some much-needed rest.
Well. All but Jotaro.
He stared round at the others—Joseph with his hat pulled low over his face, Avdol with his eyes closed and fingers knitted together over his chest, Kakyoin slumped against the carriage wall, and Polnaroff passed out on his shoulder, snoring obnoxiously loud—before glancing back out the window at the darkening sky. One of them really ought to stay awake anyway, just in case an enemy Stand user happened to attack.
So, Jotaro stifled a yawn into the heel of his hand and tried not to flinch as a sudden presence lurched up behind him. His alarm bells didn’t go off, however, some instinctual part of him recognising his Stand as a part of himself. He glanced over his shoulder and, sure enough, there was Star Platinum, partially phasing through to seat beside him in order to squish into their carriage.
“What the hell?” Jotaro muttered, staring into Star Platinum’s eyes, which were eerily similar to his own. “What’re you doing out?”
Star Platinum, as expected, gave no reply, staring at Jotaro blankly. His huge body was folded up, wide shoulders bunched around his ears as he sat with his feet on the seat, hands on his knees. Their carriage was tight enough with the five men piled inside; Star Platinum was making it downright suffocating.
But Jotaro didn’t expel him. Honestly, part of him was intrigued. He hadn’t had much of a chance to get a good look at his Stand since he’d first manifested a few weeks ago, and even then, he’d thought he was being pursued by an evil spirit at the time. It seemed ludicrous now to ever imagine Star Platinum as being an ill omen, Jotaro thought as he traced his eyes over the purple skin, silky hair, and calm face before him. While he recognised his Stand was a fearsome figure indeed, Star Platinum exuded a serene aura, his presence alone enough to make Jotaro’s tense shoulders slacken ever so slightly.
“I take it we’re not in danger,” he said, mindful to keep his voice low. “So, what do you want?”
Star Platinum continued to stare at Jotaro with that unblinking gaze of his. Honestly, it was a little unsettling. Just when a cool sweat was beginning to gather on the back of Jotaro’s neck, Star Platinum turned his head to stare out the window, a low hum rumbling in the depths of his cavernous chest.
Jotaro followed his gaze and found himself staring at the open plains of rolling sand dunes, the silhouette of thin trees and buildings in the distance. The sky had turned a dark orange, bleeding into the inky purples of evening as the last traces of the sun slipped below the horizon. Star Platinum leaned towards the view, his great, hulking mass easing over Jotaro as he braced a massive hand against the glass of the window. His spectral hair, ever floating on an invisible breeze, brushed Jotaro’s cheek, light as a feather. When all Star Platinum did was continue to stare out the window, Jotaro huffed a laugh.
“Just wanted to get in some sight-seeing, huh? Guess you haven’t had a lot of time to take it all in between battle.”
Star Platinum hummed tonelessly again, and Jotaro wondered if it was a sound of agreement.
Wait. Was he communicating with his Stand? It sure felt like it. Was that normal? He’d been led to believe by Avdol and the old man that Stands were an extension of their user, a physical manifestation of their fighting spirit. In that sense, Star Platinum was more like an extra limb than a whole other being. He certainly reacted to Jotaro’s thoughts as though he were directly linked to his brain, and Jotaro had made use of Star Platinum’s keen senses like they were his own eyes and ears. But then there was stuff like this that made him wonder. He wasn’t consciously directing Star Platinum to look out the window—hadn’t summoned him at all, as a matter of fact.
Which still begged the question as to how Star Platinum was in the carriage in the first place.
Jotaro watched Star Platinum tip his head back and decided to slip behind his eyes, if only to see what he was gawking at.
Instantly, the barrier that separated Star Platinum from his consciousness thinned as Jotaro looked through his Stand’s eyes. Star Platinum’s sight was far more powerful than his own and, as a result, the image of the night sky was like looking through a telescope. The twilight stars glimmering in a sea of black sparkled brightly, the swirl of the nebula bleeding through the sky like fine water colours. A warmth accompanied the vision, burning in the centre of Jotaro’s chest and bringing his breathing to a halt. The feeling threw him back in time, as though he were five years old and seeing snow or fireworks for the first time.
It was pure, unbridled wonder.
With a blink, Jotaro’s eyes were back in his skull and he was looking at Star Platinum instead of the sky once more. Star Platinum’s expression remained neutral but the kernels of that warmth still flickered beneath Jotaro’s ribs. He raised his fingers to the centre of his chest and let out a long breath.
“Yeah. I guess it’s kinda pretty, huh?”
Star Platinum’s head swivelled back around to face him, his hand ungluing itself from the window and leaving a faint print behind. He floated back to Jotaro’s side, sitting on the seat once more. His keen eyes peered round at the group before settling on Polnareff and Kakyoin. A moment later, the weight of his head was pressing against Jotaro’s shoulder, those inky tendrils of hair drifting beneath Jotaro’s chin.
He startled slightly, glancing across at Star Platinum, who was bent at an angle that couldn’t have been comfortable to rest his head in the crook of Jotaro’s neck.
“Hey,” Jotaro groused, poking Star Platinum’s beefy arm pressed tight against his own. “What’re you doing? Move. You’re heavy.”
But Star Platinum just rumbled in response, refusing to budge an inch. If anything, he sank deeper against Jotaro, pushing him along the seat until his hip was flush with Polnareff’s thigh.
Jotaro hissed a breath out between his teeth, his neck oddly hot as Star Platinum settled against him. He really was like a mastiff that was convinced it was a lapdog.
“Good grief,” Jotaro mumbled, pulling his cap down, over his eyes. “So needy.”
He crossed his arms over his chest, refusing to acknowledge the pleased little purr Star Platinum let out. With the gentle rocking of the train, the night sky spread out around them, and the group Jotaro was quickly growing to trust more than anyone else he’d ever known, the carriage no longer felt suffocating. It was…
Nice.
When all this was over, Jotaro was going to appreciate his bed like never before. Out of everything Dio had done, giving Jotaro a stiff back might’ve been his worst misdeed. Not that he’d voice any of his complaints. Better they were all alive and out of reach of Dio’s goons than sitting like fish in a barrel in some comfy hotel.
So, Jotaro kept his mouth firmly shut as he settled back in his sleeping bag, propped up by a rock at his back. Joseph had made the call to set up camp on the outskirts of the desert rather than risk getting jumped in one of the nearby towns. “Better safe than sorry,” he’d said and Jotaro had to agree. Besides, Polnareff was doing enough talking to keep their minds off the discomfort of their set-up, tossing sticks into the campfire as he regaled them with tales of his adventures through his home country, France, before he’d come to be in Hong Kong. Jotaro thought about 10% of them were actually true.
He was happy enough to let someone else do all the talking though, as he was more preoccupied with the object of all his attention as of late: Star Platinum. Every spare moment he had it seemed was spent turning his Stand’s peculiar behaviour over in his mind and it was starting to drive him half way to crazy.
Glancing to his left, Jotaro watched Avdol, his own sleeping bag strewn over his legs as he chuckled at Polnareff’s antics. The flames cast an orange glow over his brown skin, winking off the gold of his heavy jewellery.
“Avdol,” Jotaro began before he could talk himself out of it.
Avdol turned at the sound of his name, arching an eyebrow in question. “Hm? What is it, Jotaro?”
“I have a question. About Stands.” He frowned as he tried to parse through his thoughts, but Avdol waited patiently until Jotaro sighed. “I still don’t get it. How much of them are the user and how much is…whatever else?”
Avdol hummed, stroking his chin as he considered Jotaro’s question. Jotaro felt his own words were inadequate to express his muddled confusion and was regretting saying anything when Avdol opened his mouth to reply.
“I don’t know if there’s an answer that will entirely satisfy you. Stands are mysterious, even to those of us who have had them most of our lives. But trying to separate them from ourselves is perhaps the wrong way to think about it. Like this.” He drew a flask from his sleeve and unscrewed the cap, the sound of liquid sloshing within. “How do you separate the individual drops of water from a cup? Surely, they are one single whole, yes?” A slight tip of his wrist sent a small trickle of water falling from the flask and down to the rocky earth below. The thin trail sluiced across the ground as Avdol continued. “But they can split apart.” The water came against a small pebble and parted to wash around it in two slivers. “But then, they can come back together again, like they’d never been apart at all.” Once past the pebble, the two streams of water touched and merged together once more, coming to a stop as it was absorbed into the dry ground. Avdol looked up at Jotaro, his dark eyes gleaming. “Does that answer your question?”
“Not really,” Jotaro frowned, glaring at the damp trail Avdol’s little demonstration had left behind.
Avdol laughed, tucking the flask back into his sleeve and settling against the ground. “Sorry. Just know that Star Platinum is connected to you, and you to him. You are one but also two. Both things can be so at the same time.”
Jotaro didn’t reply, so Avdol turned his attention back to the others. Soon, they were all turning in, rolling away from each other and towards the fire until the only sound was the crackling flames and the wind blowing off the dunes around them. Jotaro shivered, squeezing his eyes shut against the glow of the fire, but not before he spotted Hierophant Green pulling Kakyoin’s sleeping bag tighter around his user’s still body.
Jesus, it was cold. If only they’d packed some extra-
Jotaro’s eyes shot open as a weight settled over him. Just like in the carriage, he immediately knew the presence wasn’t hostile, his internal alarm bells staying silent as Star Platinum manifested at his back. A thick arm curled around him, pulling him back against Star Platinum’s sturdy chest.
“What’re you-?” Jotaro began to demand, whipping around to glare at his Stand, but Star Platinum placed his hand over Jotaro’s mouth silencing him with a touch and a firm look.
Jotaro sputtered against his palm, squirming in his sleeping bag, but Star Platinum merely held on tighter, refusing to move, just as he had on the train. He lied at Jotaro’s back, bidding him to lie down and let himself be held, but Jotaro hadn’t been touched in such a way for a long time, not since he was a little kid, and he chafed at the position. His muscles seized up, his joints locked as Star Platinum grumbled behind him, and most of all he wondered who he’d pissed off to get such a stubborn Stand.
Star Platinum didn’t give off body heat like a human, but he was thick and solid, blocking the wind from blowing against Jotaro’s back. The hand that he’d curled around Jotaro began stroking his chest, rubbing what he assumed were meant to be soothing circles through his shirt, but Jotaro was more befuddled than comforted.
Once again, Star Platinum had manifested without being actively summoned. Was he acting on his own desires or responding to something Jotaro couldn’t sense? What that something could be that would make him feel the need to cuddle Jotaro out in the open like this, where any of the others could glance over and see them, God knew. Just the thought had Jotaro steaming in Star Platinum’s grip, embarrassment heating the skin of his cheeks.
At least everyone was asleep, no witnesses awake to bear witness to his humiliation.
However, the longer it went on, the more that mortification faded, replaced instead with the creeping fatigue of the day. He supposed he recognised this was one fight he couldn’t win. Slowly, his muscles began to unwind, his body loosening under Star Platinum’s touch. Star Platinum must’ve felt him beginning to relax, as he hummed an approving sound against Jotaro’s hair, his hand sliding from Jotaro’s chest to his arm squeezing his bicep.
His hands are so big, Jotaro thought, subconsciously leaning back against the touch. Something buzzed in his stomach, like he’d drunk too much coke in one go, and he wriggled against the sensation.
“Which one of us likes this?” Jotaro whispered, his eyes slipping shut. “Me or you?”
Star Platinum, thankfully, didn’t respond. Jotaro knew the answer already.
A few hours later, as the sun crested the lip of the horizon, Jotaro woke up without an eight-foot-tall battle spirit cuddled up behind him and was strangely disappointed by the fact. Obviously, it was for the best—the others were starting to rouse and Jotaro really didn’t feel like explaining why his Stand was wrapped around him like an octopus. But at the same time…
It was the best he’d slept in years, god damn it, and it had been on the ground, outside, in the middle of a fucking desert.
“I hope you’re ready to take responsibility,” Jotaro muttered under his breath once they were back on the road. Star Platinum wasn’t out but Jotaro knew he could hear him.
For some reason, he pictured Star Platinum smiling.
They had gone two whole days without being attacked, so clearly that meant they should shell out on a fancy hotel. At least, that seemed to be Joseph’s logic as Jotaro found himself standing in the lobby of an expensive inn in some Saudi town he’d already forgotten the name of. Rustic opulence was on display all around him as Jotaro stood behind the others at the reception desk, his hands in his pockets and his eyes narrowed. It had almost been too calm in the last few days, and he was so pent up, practically itching for a fight.
The concierge behind the desk, clearly smelling the wealth wafting off of Jotaro’s grandfather, was all smiles and schmoozing, rubbing his hands together as he listed all of the hotel’s amenities.
“And you simply must try the natural hot springs,” he gushed, eyes flicking to Jotaro and Kakyoin. “Some say they’re on the same level as those in Japan.”
Kakyoin smiled politely while Jotaro just stared the man down.
“Jiji,” Jotaro began as he pulled his shirt off in the communal changing room. “Your Stand’s not like the rest of ours. Does it still feel…alive to you?”
Joseph glanced up at him from where he was sat, unlacing his boots. “Alive?”
Polnareff, Avdol, and Kakyoin were at the other side of the room, Polnareff trying to whip Avdol’s bare thighs with a towel while Kakyoin tied back his hair. Now seemed like just as good a time as any for Jotaro to broach the subject with his grandfather. Hermit Purple didn’t have a visage or body like Star Platinum, so did that mean all Stands were just extensions of themselves the way Hermit Purple seemed for Joseph? That was what Jotaro wanted to know.
“Yeah. Avdol seems to think Stands are a part of the user but also not.” He tossed his shirt down on the bench, the words still causing him to frown in puzzlement. “So, is that how it is for your Stand? Even though it’s just…a plant?”
Joseph cracked a grin, the spiky vines of Hermit Purple materialising on his arm as it lashed out and snatched Jotaro’s cap right from his head. “Come on now, Jotaro! Don’t you know plants are already alive? Just because Hermit Purple doesn’t have a handsome face like Star Platinum doesn’t mean it’s not alive and kicking. Why, I remember when it first manifested, your granny and I woke up all tangled together in them.” He chuckled at the memory but then his expression grew more serious. “Really, I think it was something in me sensing the danger when Dio woke up. Hermit Purple was reacting to that danger, wanting to protect me and your Grandma Suzie.”
He held Jotaro’s cap out to him and Jotaro took it, placing it down with the rest of his clothes. His frown had only deepened as he turned Joseph’s words over in his mind. “So then, Stands react to your feelings, even when you don’t tell them to?”
“Of course!” Joseph exclaimed, giving Jotaro a stern look. “I’m surprised you’re even wondering about that. What do you think Star Platinum was doing when it was bringing you all those things in jail? No doubt it felt how confused and frightened you were and wanted to make you feel better.”
I wasn’t frightened Jotaro wanting to argue, immediately bristling at the insinuation, but knew he couldn’t say such a thing without sounding petulant. He’d simply been startled at the sudden appearance of a huge, ghostly figure trailing his every step, unable to speak apart from fearsome war cries. What guy wouldn’t be?
Jotaro touched the Joestar birthmark on his shoulder and wondered what Star Platinum was thinking in that moment.
“That guy might’ve been onto something,” Polnareff sighed, stretching his arms over his head. “I probably would kill a man for this.”
He and the others had dumped their belongings in storage cubbies before being dragging to the hot springs by Polnareff, who immediately stripped and jumped straight into the water. Jotaro sat on the rocky edge of one of the various pools sequestered into their own private quarters, a towel wrapped around his waist and his bare legs in the warm water. Kakyoin was positioned similarly on the other side of the pool while Joseph and Avdol sat neck-deep in the water near Polnareff, the latter looking as though he very well might’ve fallen asleep.
“It is nice to have a soak,” Joseph agreed, rubbing at the stub of his left arm. He’d removed his prosthetic hand before getting into the water. “If only to get all that blasted sand off for a while.”
“I’ll say,” Polnareff sang, running his hands through his hair. Wet as it was, it fell down his back in a slick of silver, sticking to his pale skin. “Here’s to a night of not being constantly itchy!”
Joseph and Kakyoin toasted their agreement while Avdol let out a single snore.
It was sometime later that the men began to drift off for their beds, until Kakyoin was rising, slinging his towel around his hips and turning to look at Jotaro on his way out.
“You coming, Jojo?” he asked.
Jotaro shook his head, arms staying crossed over his chest. “I’ll be in soon.”
Kakyoin accepted his answer with an easy smile and an inclination of his head. “Alright. I’ll see you later.”
Jotaro heard the sound of the sliding door rolling shut and suddenly there was only the sizzling of the steam wafting from the pool of water. A second later and Jotaro had pulled off his towel, sliding into the inviting depths of the spring. The groan he let loose as the heat seeped into his muscles was obscene, but oh well. It wasn’t like anyone was around to-
“Ora.”
“Fuck!” Jotaro yelled, lurching backwards as his eyes flew open and he saw Star Platinum squatting down in the water, peering up at him from between his knees. Star Platinum blinked innocently while Jotaro clutched at his racing heart, dragging in breath after laboured breath. After regaining the power of speech, irritation spiked through him and he growled, “What the fuck is wrong with you? You trying to kill me before we even make it to Egypt?”
Star Platinum blew some bubbles in response, his spectral hair floating in the water around him like a bunch of seaweed. He turned in the pool for a moment, his keen eyes taking in the scenery, before sweeping away from Jotaro with a mighty swish of water. The waves caused by his huge body emerging from beneath the surface sloshed against Jotaro’s chest. With a hearty cry, Star Platinum burst from the water, throwing his arms over the edge of the pool and leaning back, mirroring Jotaro’s earlier position.
With a start, Jotaro realised Star Platinum’s usual garb was gone, his scarf, gloves, and shoulder pads all removed, leaving his glistening purple skin on display. The only thing that remained was the metal headband circling his forehead. To see him dressed down was undeniably odd. Though Star Platinum barely wore anything in general, he looked especially naked now, like a dog without its collar.
“Okay…” Jotaro murmured, blinking at the expanse of Star Platinum’s bare chest. “I guess you like baths too.”
Star Platinum rumbled in agreement, his head tipped back against the rocks. His muscles stood out even more than usual, his wet skin pulled taught over his thick arms. Parts of his hair still floated above him but other tendrils were pasted across his face and neck, dripping water over the panes of his pecs. Jotaro knew from first hand experience that they were quite plush despite being dense with musculature.
“I suppose you’ve earned the right to relax too,” Jotaro conceded, leaning back against the rocky wall once more. “You’ve done a good job keeping me and the others safe.”
Star Platinum’s head shot up at Jotaro’s words, his eyes sparkling at the praise. At the same time, that mental barrier that kept them separated pulsed, gooey feelings of affection seeping through and wrapping around Jotaro’s heart. It made Jotaro strangely flustered and he glanced away, focusing on a fern on the far side of the springs.
God, how did Star Platinum just feel those things without getting embarrassed? Maybe he was even stronger than Jotaro had thought.
His eyes trailed back to Star Platinum, still half concealed by the spring. He really was something. Even when Jotaro had been convinced Star Platinum was an evil spirit, sent by some unhappy soul to torment and kill him, he’d thought so. With his strong, graceful body, luminous skin lined with threads of gold, and a luscious mane of weightless hair, he was like something crafted by the hand of an artist, carved from marble. That, doubled with Jotaro’s own fighting spirit blazing within him made him especially appealing.
To look at, obviously. Nothing more. It wasn’t like Jotaro wished Star Platinum would-
In an instant, Star Platinum was across the pool, phasing out of existence one second and reappearing in front of Jotaro the next. Jotaro’s field of vision was suddenly taken up with bulky, violet skin, Star Platinum’s intense eyes zeroed in on him. Jotaro’s gaze was level with Star Platinum’s wide chest, his mouth going dry as he was faced with the glistening cleavage of his Stand.
“Good grief,” Jotaro murmured.
He fought not to glance down, where the water lapped at Star Platinum’s hips. The rest of his clothes had dissipated, so it stood to reason his loincloth had too. He hadn’t ever really considered what Star Platinum had between his legs, if anything at all, but he was certainly thinking about it now with his naked Stand dripping in front of him.
“You’re too close,” Jotaro said, trying to mask the quiver in his voice.
He planted a hand against Star Platinum’s stomach—which, in hindsight, was not the brightest idea—meaning to push him away, but Star Platinum caught his wrist, keeping Jotaro’s palm pressed firmly against his washboard abs.
Fuck.
Don’t look down, Jotaro ordered himself, keeping his gaze resolutely fixed on Star Platinum’s thick fingers wrapped around his arm. Don’t look down. Don’t look fucking down-
Just as Jotaro’s eyes lowered, Star Platinum squatted to his eye level, his rippling body disappearing into the steaming water once more. Bent down like this, he seemed even bigger rather than smaller, his vast shoulders curled in around his circular ears as he dragged Jotaro’s hand up his sculpted chest, where no heart pulsed.
“Hey,” Jotaro snapped, his own jackrabbit heartrate more than making up for both of them. “What’re you-?”
Star Platinum pulled Jotaro’s hand up to his cheek and held it in place, nuzzling against his palm. Jotaro went still, frozen in place as Star Platinum’s eyes fell shut, a deep thunderous growl echoing in his chest that Jotaro quickly realised was his version of purring.
Now he was hot for an entirely different reason. How could it be that such a fearsome warrior, supposedly the physical embodiment of Jotaro’s own battling energy, was such a big softie?
“That’s all you,” Jotaro grumbled, blushing despite himself as Star Platinum continued to rub his cheek against his hand. After another moment, he closed his eyes and laughed behind closed lips. “You know, you really had me going there for a second. I thought you were going to-“
Beneath the water, Star Platinum’s free hand cupped Jotaro’s crotch, squeezing his soft dick.
Jotaro squawked, throwing his arms up and inadvertently striking Star Platinum across the face. Pain erupted in his own cheek and he collapsed back in the water, sputtering all the while.
“Yeesh, what happened to you?”
Jotaro didn’t even look in Polnareff’s direction as he slinked through the door, the bruise on his cheek caused by his own fist steadily darkening by the minute. He was stone-faced as he placed his shoes by the door and padded into the room on slippered feet.
“I fell,” was all he replied with.
Polnareff whistled low. “And Star Platinum didn’t catch you? Your Stand is slipping, Jotaro.”
“Don’t I know it,” Jotaro muttered, ignoring the internal whining of Star Platinum in his head.
After that, Jotaro was hesitant to let Star Platinum out again outside of battle. Then again, his Stand had proven he was perfectly capable of doing that without Jotaro’s help, so maybe he was the one keeping his distance. In which case, what the fuck? Jotaro wasn’t the one who’d grabbed his dick apropos of any warning.
He’d just thought about it.
However, he should’ve known he couldn’t hold off forever. Star Platinum was as much a part of him as one of his legs, or his heart, so it was only a matter of time before he spawned into being on his own. It just so happened to be after his fight with Anubis, pushing his way into the communal bathroom at the hotel the five of them were staying at. Polnareff had helped Jotaro back before depositing him on the lip of the tub with a first aid kit, then dashing off again, blabbering something about getting Joseph.
Personally, Jotaro would’ve preferred a porcupine poke around his mangled guts than the old man, but his lips were pressed into too tight of a line to call out, so he elected to say nothing.
Jotaro let out a wobbly breath as he tried to steady himself, pressing a hand to the bleeding wound in his lower stomach. He hadn’t pulled out the shard of metal still piercing his skin, aware that doing so would just make him bleed out faster. It was the logical thing to do but damned uncomfortable on top of painful, and he knew if he didn’t do something soon, he was either going to lose it or pass out.
That was when a shadow fell across him and Jotaro glanced up to see Star Platinum hovering in the air before him. His face was as impassive as ever but his eyes were trained on the blood seeping through Jotaro’s shirt, a residual feeling of panic leaking through their bond.
“I’ll be fine,” Jotaro managed between numb lips, the need to comfort Star Platinum overriding the pain talking caused.
Star Platinum swooped down, grabbing the hem of Jotaro’s shirt in his massive fists and tearing it straight down the middle.
“Hey,” Jotaro barked, his leaking abs suddenly bare under Star Platinum’s scrutiny. “What’s the big idea?”
Star Platinum didn’t respond—obviously—grabbing the first aid kit instead. Jotaro tried to follow his movements but Star Platinum’s hands worked quickly, plucking the piece of sword from his stomach and wiping the area down with rubbing alcohol in less than a second. Jotaro hissed at the pain but kept his hands gripping the edge of the tub to remain in place, letting Star Platinum work. He produced a needle and medical thread, placing a hand on the small of Jotaro’s back to keep him in place as he pierced his skin. Jotaro squeezed his eyes shut, biting down on the inside of his cheek as Star Platinum worked. His Stand was blessedly fast, stitching Jotaro up and wrapping gauze around the injured area in seconds.
Only once the bandages were clipped in place did Star Platinum lift his head, placing the bloody needle aside to gently grip Jotaro’s hips, rubbing soothing circles over the jutting bone. A concerned sound warbled from his throat as he stared.
“Hey,” Jotaro sighed, placing a hand on Star Platinum’s head. His weightless hair was silky-smooth under his palm, strands floating between his fingers. “Don’t take all the blame for this shit. I was there too, okay? We’re a team. Either way, we win or lose together, and today we won.”
Star Platinum glanced up at him, his eyes startlingly bright in the shadows of his angular face. His grip on Jotaro tightened a fraction and he ducked forward to press his lips to the skin of Jotaro’s stomach above the gauze. Goosebumps rippled across Jotaro’s flesh, his hand fisting in Star Platinum’s hair.
“You always take care of me,” Jotaro whispered, his pulse spiking as he slowly carding his hand across Star Platinum’s scalp. “Don’t you, Star?”
Just as Star Platinum’s eyes fluttered open again, the door burst open.
“We’re here!” Polnareff announced, dragging a very harried looking Joseph in behind him. “Don’t worry, Jotaro, we’re—oh.”
All at once, Jotaro became aware of how things looked. Him sat on the edge of the tub, hands in Star Platinum’s hair, his shirt in tatters as Star Platinum kneeled on the floor between his spread legs, his face far closer to Jotaro’s crotch than it had any right being.
Polnareff scratched at the back of his neck, averting his eyes as he huffed, “You could’ve mentioned you needed that kinda help.”
“Would you shut up?” Jotaro muttered, dismissing Star Platinum and revealing his bandaged torso. “He was patching me up, which is more than I can say about you.”
“I was getting help!” Polnareff argued, flapping his hands at Joseph, who sighed as he straightened up his collar.
“I can’t leave the two of you alone for a second. You go to get a shave and get jumped by a Stand user? My god.”
“What? We made it out the other side, didn’t we?” Polnareff squawked back.
The sound of their bickering voices filled the room as Jotaro got up to discard his ruined shirt and fetch another. He hoped they’d leave soon, if only so he could be alone again.
Or, as alone as he could be, anyway.
They were close now. Jotaro knew it, everyone else knew it. It was only a matter of time before the labours of their quest came to fruition. They’d made it to Cairo, the invisible shadow of Dio’s figure looming over them from somewhere in the city. They knew what they were looking for, the polaroid photo of Dio’s lair tucked into Joseph’s pocket. All that was left to do was find the bastard and kill him.
Which was proving maddeningly more difficult than it had first sounded.
Cairo was a big city and even with Avdol’s local knowledge, trying to find a single building was like trying to find a needle in a haystack.
A needle in the form of one mind-fuckingly-evil bitch of a vampire.
Jotaro’s fingers itched for Dio’s throat, his blood thrumming with a steady stream of hate. All they’d been through over the past few weeks, all the bloodshed, carnage, and near-death experiences were his fault. Now, they finally had him within arm’s reach, the long list of grievances Jotaro had been tallying up at the ready, his fists eager to exact his payback, only to be held up by a final roadblock. It was infuriating.
Jotaro’s anger and frustration only mounted as they spent the day scouring the Egyptian streets, combing through the place, block by block. The roads were winding and endless, each building proving to be a bust. It didn’t help that the streets were packed with tourists and vendors, all bumping into Jotaro or trying to sell him something. The blistering heat of the sun above them only served to fray his temper more until he was grinding his teeth and muttering under his breath, ready to deck the next person who tried tugging on his sleeve with a sales pitch.
When the sun began to slip towards the horizon and they were no closer to finding Dio than they’d been at the start of the day, Avdol reluctantly suggested they turn in for the night.
“It won’t do us any good to be vulnerable to any of Dio’s vampiric slaves,” he reasoned. “Not to mention the attention a pack or foreigners roving around in the night will get from regular people.”
“We’re not turning tail now,” Jotaro growled, storming past Avdol and the others. Where he was going, he didn’t know. What he did know was that he couldn’t just lie around, waiting. Not when Dio was right fucking there. “I refuse.”
Kakyoin and Polnareff shared a look while Joseph stepped into his path, blocking him from stalking down a narrow alley.
“Jotaro,” he sighed wearily. “Just listen to Avdol. We-“
“No,” Jotaro snapped, his voice ringing out in the late afternoon air. Joseph’s mouth clamped shut and Jotaro gritted his teeth, spitting out every word. “Maybe you can stand to let that bastard slip through our fingers, but I’m not just gonna sit around, twiddling my thumbs. We don’t have time.”
“You think I don’t know that?” Joseph burst out, the sudden roar of his words starling Jotaro to silence. A beat passed and the anger drained out of Joseph’s face, his fingers rubbing at his eyes as he sighed. “You think it isn’t killing me, knowing Dio’s out there somewhere—maybe just down the damned street—and I can’t do a thing about it? I check my watch every minute, knowing that’s another minute that I—that Holly doesn’t have.”
He lowered his hands, and for once there wasn’t a shred of good humour in his gaze, that goofy smile and cock sure attitude Jotaro had grown so accustomed to nowhere on his grandfather’s face. It wasn’t until that moment that Jotaro realised how much he’d come to depend on it.
“She may be your mother,” Joseph went on in a brittle whisper, “but she’s my daughter. And you’re my grandson.” Joseph hands squeezed Jotaro’s shoulders, the hard press of his prosthetic felt even through his leather gloves. “As much as I want to run myself ragged looking for that monster, I won’t let you put yourself in any more needless danger. Understand?”
He gripped Jotaro’s shoulder even tighter, not letting go until Jotaro broke away from his intense gaze, looking at the ground.
“Mr. Joestar,” Avdol said softly, appearing at Joseph’s side and gripping his elbow. “Come on. We should get off the streets.”
Joseph was still for a moment before giving a shaky nod, letting Avdol lead him away from where clusters of people were staring at them. The others trailed after them, Kakyoin aiming a concerned look Jotaro’s way.
Jotaro stood there a minute longer, his hands still balled up into fists and shaking at his sides, before he breathed out through his nose and followed behind.
“Fuck!”
The curse ripped through the empty hotel room as Jotaro punched the exposed brick wall. A satisfying ripple of pain coursed up his arm, his knuckles coming away bloody as he pulled his hand back.
How could he be so fucking dense? He’d been there when Joseph had given them continual updates on Holly’s condition, his tone graver each time as their fifty-day deadline shortened. He’d seen the shadows beneath Joseph’s eyes darken every day they were in Egypt, noticed his jokes become less frequent, and his penchant for poking fun at Jotaro all but evaporate. All of it out of intense worry for Holly, and what was Jotaro doing? Just adding more stress to his plate, just as he’d always done for his mom.
He didn’t know what was worse; to lose a mother or a daughter. Jotaro wasn’t a parent himself, but he could imagine if he ever did become one, he’d go to the ends of the Earth for that kid, just as Joseph was doing now.
But what could Jotaro do? He couldn’t find Dio. He couldn’t comfort his grandfather. He couldn’t do a fucking thing.
“Useless,” Jotaro said under his breath, glaring at the smear of his own blood he’d left on the wall, his nostrils flaring as he loosed another angry breath. “You’re useless!”
He let his fist fly again, ready to break his own bones in an effort to let out his boiling frustration and self-loathing. Before he could make contact, however, his fist was brought to an abrupt halt as it met something soft instead of hard brick.
He glanced up to see Star Platinum phase through the wall, Jotaro’s fist gripped in his gloved hand. The Stand stared down at Jotaro with his signature inscrutable expression, his mouth set in a straight, hard line.
Typically, the sight of Star Platinum would be a soothing balm to Jotaro’s nerves, but not today. In that moment, he was so spitting mad, Jesus himself could’ve swept through the door and Jotaro would’ve given him a broken nose.
“Oh, great,” Jotaro sniped, ripping his hand free of Star Platinum’s hold. “And what’re you doing here, huh? Gonna rock me to sleep? Sing me a lullaby?”
Star Platinum just stared at him, his silky hair floating in a dark halo around his head.
His silence only riled Jotaro up more, and he snarled as he planted his hands on Star Platinum’s chest and pushed. “Well, save it. Unless you can pull Dio with you through that wall, you can fuck off!”
Star Platinum didn’t budge, staying rooted to the spot as he lowered his feet to touch down on the floor, towering over Jotaro. Jotaro didn’t cower though, Star Platinum’s impassive visage spurring him on and he prepared to shove him again, but before he could, Star Platinum pressed a hand to Jotaro’s sternum and pushed him back. His arm barely moved, but the blow still had enough force to send Jotaro skidding across the bedroom floor, his calves bumping into the edge of the mattress. He pinwheeled his arms about to stay upright, staring at his Stand in shock.
In all their time together, even when Jotaro was sure Star Platinum was an evil spirit, intent on driving him crazy, he’d never risen a hand against Jotaro. Not even when Jotaro was cursing him out and waving a gun around, Star Platinum had only ever defended him.
“Heh, so you wanna fight now?” Jotaro growled, shrugging his coat off and tossing it aside. He raised his fists in a fighting stance, tipping his chin up. “Come on then.”
Star Platinum’s eyes flashed and he was across the room in an instant, tackling Jotaro around the midsection with all the force of a bullet train and sending them both crashing to the floor. As they rolled around on the ground, limbs flailing and knocking over furniture with loud bangs, Jotaro was glad the others were all on a separate floor, Joseph and Avdol in one room, Polnareff, Kakyoin and Iggy in the other. It made him not worry so much as he was tossed against the wall, the thud of his back sending a framed picture falling from its hook and shattering on the floorboards.
Jotaro’s blood sang as he curled his arms around Star Platinum’s thick neck in a headlock. He felt the pressure on his own neck through their sensory bond but he didn’t care. This was what he needed, what he’d been itching for all day. As he fisted his hands in Star Platinum’s ghostly hair and pulled, the answering sting flaring on his own scalp, he closed his eyes and relished it. He could rest easy knowing Star Platinum could take anything he could throw at him, ten-fold, so mighty was his Stand.
Even as a kid, Jotaro had enjoyed fighting. While he struggled expressing himself with words, he had no such problems with his fists. What he couldn’t articulate with his mouth, he voiced with uppercuts and knees to the gut. Star Platinum was like that too, only ever vocal while fighting, his stony façade cracking with an earth-shaking roar whenever he let his fists fly. All Stands were made for fighting, to protect their users in whatever way possible, but Star Platinum seemed especially so.
It was almost like he and Jotaro were the same person. Go figure.
Even now, as Star Platinum hooked his ankle around Jotaro’s and pulled his legs out from under him, Jotaro could see the excited grin stretching across his face. He was lit up from the inside, glowing like the first star in the night sky, the sight of his elated smile making that shared ember between them flare in Jotaro’s chest. A moment later he was falling onto the bed, his back hitting the sheets and Star Platinum toppling over him.
Star Platinum’s impressive bulk flattened Jotaro to the mattress, pressing him down until he could hardly move against the barrel chest squished against his own. He shoved at him but Star Platinum easily caught his wrists in his huge hands, pinning them to the bed. Jotaro continued to squirm, digging his knees into Star Platinum’s sides and lashing out with his feet, but his Stand didn’t budge. Of course, Jotaro knew he could never best Star Platinum physically—talk about a pipe dream—but winning wasn’t the point. Getting it all out, letting the stress that had been piling on his back like boulders ever since he’d left Japan, that was the point.
So, he struggled and fought, writhing with all his strength against Star Platinum’s iron grip, hissing and spitting all the while. His breath ghosted over Star Platinum’s skin, their faces so close, their noses kept bumping together. Something in Jotaro’s gut surged, his feelings reflected back at him by the feral glint in Star Platinum’s eyes. He had no use of his limbs, so the fleeting thought that he could bite Star Platinum flitted through his mind.
A deep growl rumbled in Star Platinum’s chest, the vibrations rolling into Jotaro where their fronts were pressed together, and a moment later, Star Platinum was kissing him.
Well, kissing might’ve been putting it delicately. Star Platinum was devouring him, pressing insistently at Jotaro’s lips until they parted with a gasp, then he was greedily sucking at his tongue. Jotaro’s mind went entirely blank for a second as Star Platinum lowered himself impossibly further down against Jotaro, his thick thighs pushing his legs apart.
Holy shit, Jotaro thought once his brain booted back online. He’s gonna kill me.
The idea was blissfully appealing.
He knew he ought to be affronted and appalled. He should push Star Platinum off of him or banish him back into whatever space Stand’s occupied when they weren’t summoned, but he just-
It was so-
So good.
Jotaro craned his neck to push into the kiss, unable to do much more than that with Star Platinum holding him down. Yet, he found he didn’t mind the immobility. It was exhilarating having his imposing Stand hunkered over him, bracketing him against the bed, pinning him down with his superior strength. He didn’t want Star Platinum to let him go, but he also felt if Star didn’t touch him soon, he was going to explode.
“Fucking christ,” Jotaro groaned, wrenching his mouth away from Star Platinum’s. “Touch me, already. Fuck.”
Star Platinum did just that, tearing—literally, tearing—Jotaro’s clothes from his body in a matter of seconds. Jotaro was vaguely pissed at his expensive threads being trashed so gracelessly, but he was too turned on to get caught up on it. He was more preoccupied with Star Platinum lowering himself over Jotaro once more, this time with skin-on-skin contact, his pulse spiking with arousal as Jotaro threw his arms around Star Platinum’s neck, dragging him closer.
They made out feverishly for a minute, Star Platinum’s hands carding over Jotaro’s body like he couldn’t touch him enough. It made Jotaro shiver pleasantly, his back arching to rub his hips against Star Platinum’s. Something hard pressed back and he couldn’t suppress another moan.
Well. He supposed that answered that question.
“Get this thing off,” Jotaro demanded, tugging at Star Platinum’s loincloth.
The fabric dissolved under Jotaro’s hand and he could no longer deny himself, looking down to see what he was dealing with.
His jaw fell open at the sight of the massive cock hanging between Star Platinum’s legs. It was long and thick, flushed a dark purple and already leaking. It was also visibly hard, the head brushing against Jotaro’s stomach and making him shiver.
That explained why the loincloth was as long as it was then.
Some of Jotaro’s confidence shrivelled up as he eyed the girthy cock, doing some quick math in his head and coming up concerned. Was it even humanly possible to do anything with something of that size? He’d never fucked around with another dick before but surely this exceeded the average man?
Star Platinum didn’t appear to share in his apprehension, eagerly slithering down Jotaro’s body, peppering kisses in his wake. Jotaro didn’t have long to savour in these touches because as soon as Star Platinum reached his crotch, he swallowed his cock down to the base in one fell swoop.
Jotaro’s eyes bugged out of his head, his hips bucking up into the warm heat of Star Platinum’s mouth without permission. He just managed to stifle the high-pitched cry that threatened to erupt from his throat by biting down on his knuckles.
“F-Fuck!” he groaned into his hand, peeking between his fingers to see Star Platinum bobbing his head, eyes closed with a blissful expression on his face.
If he kept going like that, things were going to be over a lot sooner than Jotaro would’ve liked. He flailed, gripping his fists into Star Platinum’s hair in an attempt to wrench him off. But just like with their play fighting, Star Platinum wouldn’t be moved, growling in the back of his throat and keeping his mouth wrapped possessively around Jotaro’s dick like a dog guarding a bone.
It would’ve been gratifying to Jotaro if he didn’t feel as though he were about to implode from having the life sucked out of him.
“H-Hey-!” Jotaro warned, gasping as Star Platinum flattened his tongue to the underside of his cock and sending electric sparks of pleasure racing through his gut. “If you don’t stop, I’m gonna-“
Jotaro’s words went ignored. If anything, they only seemed to spur Star Platinum on more as he doubled his efforts, easily taking Jotaro’s cock into the back of his throat, his movements speeding up as Jotaro squeezed his eyes shut and moaned. Like this, he felt rather than saw Star Platinum insert a couple of fingers into his own mouth, alongside Jotaro’s dick. Jotaro opened his eyes a crack, frowning slightly as the fingers were quickly withdrawn, before they blew wide open.
“Oh, f-fuck!”
Every muscle in his body seized up as Star Platinum phased his hand through Jotaro’s body, rematerializing his fingers in Jotaro’s ass. They were slippery and wet from his own spit, rubbing at his walls and stretching him out. It didn’t hurt as much as Jotaro thought it should have, and he briefly wondered if this was some kind of sexy Stand ability that Star Platinum had in his arsenal, the same as his super strength or keen eyesight, when Star Platinum’s thick fingers brushed against his prostate and effectively eclipsed anything else that might’ve been happening in his mind. He heaved out a garbled cry, convulsing as Star Platinum used his expert precision to stroke his sweet spot over and over again.
The coil of pleasure that had been rapidly building in Jotaro’s stomach abruptly burst and he was coming into Star Platinum’s mouth with a hoarse moan. He rode out his orgasm as Star Platinum swallowed around him until he flopped back against the mattress. The moment Star had put his mouth on him to then had been a little over a minute and Jotaro was starting to feel the creeping sensation of embarrassment walking up his spine. He was quickly distracted, however, by Star Platinum removing his mouth but not his hand.
Jotaro winced against the roil of overstimulation that surged through him as Star Platinum continued to move his fingers. Another finger had joined the others in stroking Jotaro’s prostate, curling and flexing again and again until Jotaro’s thighs were shaking and he was croaking between quivering lips.
“Star,” Jotaro begged, pushing weakly at his shoulders. “Enough—stop! I can’t-“
Jotaro’s muscles were tightening again, that internal spring coiling once more against Star Platinum’s relentless ministrations, but just when he thought he was going to come a second time in a handful of minutes, Star Platinum’s fingers disappeared. Instead of being relieved, Jotaro whined at the loss, clenching around nothing. It had been startlingly nice to be filled so completely and so suddenly and now that Star Platinum was gone, he found himself aching for him again.
Especially after his asshole Stand had built him up back to the edge like that.
Just as Jotaro was blearily lifting his head up, Star Platinum grabbed him and flipped him over, burying his face in the pillows. Jotaro sputtered against the sheets, trying to lift his himself up on his forearms, but a hand planted between his shoulder blades kept him facedown, another on his hip lifting his ass in the air. His cheeks steamed at the undignified position, being bent over and roughed up as he was. But was anything about what they were doing dignified?
Nevertheless, Jotaro threw a glare over his shoulder but drew up short as he watched Star Platinum kneel behind him, his expression glowing with anticipation. His hand left Jotaro’s back to grip that big, beautiful cock. The blunt head of it bumped against Jotaro’s exposed hole, making him shiver at the sheer size of it.
It was stupid and reckless to even consider taking that thing inside him, but his body still sang with bloodlust and bottled-up frustration. Getting soundly fucked might not have been the best idea to deal with those emotions, but it was an idea.
“Come on,” Jotaro whined, pushing his ass back against Star Platinum’s cock, biting his lip as the hard length slid against the seam of his cheeks. “If you’re gonna do it, do it.”
Jotaro craved the hard and fast action of Star Platinum tossing him around, just as he had when they’d been rough housing. It kept his heartrate up and his head blank, which was just what he needed with the nerves currently crawling under his skin. He’d never gone this far with anyone, not even close. The most he’d ever done was stand there as a girl kissed him during a birthday party in middle school his mom had forced him to go to. Now he was spreading his legs for Star Platinum, and as much as his toes curled in anticipation, he couldn’t deny he was a little bit nervous.
The moment Star Platinum began to push in, however, all of Jotaro’s worries melted away. His mouth fell open and his breath stuttered out of him as that thick cock glided in, once again with less resistance than he’d first thought, until Star Platinum’s hips were flush with his ass.
“Holy shit,” Jotaro rasped, cheek flopping down against the sheets as he adjusted to the internal stretch. He’d thought Star Platinum’s fingers had filled him but his cock felt like it was in his fucking stomach, a hypothesis which was proven correct when he glanced under himself and noticed a bulge pushing at the taught skin of his belly. Every shift and nudge just made him feel it more, his walls clenching around that length as he willed himself not to come on the spot. “Holy shit, S-Star.”
Star Platinum groaned in response, his hands gripping Jotaro’s hips tight enough to bruise. He started moving the moment Jotaro began getting antsy, pulling back until just the head remained inside before snapping his hips forward and nailing Jotaro’s prostate. Jotaro let out a string of curses as Star Platinum set a rough, steady pace, his knees pushing Jotaro’s legs further apart and forcing himself impossibly deeper.
Oh, fuck. It felt so fucking good.
Already, Jotaro could feel himself winding up, his fingers clawing at the sheets and his toes curling with pleasure as Star Platinum fucked him deep and hard. Grunts burst from Star Platinum’s throat with every thrust, matching Jotaro’s breathless moans. The hands holding his hips in place began to drift, first pawing over the swell of his ass before traveling up his back. Star Platinum’s palms, which should’ve been rough and callused from battle but which were smooth as silk, rubbed over the contours and ridges of Jotaro’s muscles, never stopping his thrusts all the while.
“Star,” Jotaro whined, pushing his ass back against Star Platinum’s hips and earning a guttural breath in response, his pace quickening.
The barrier between them was paper-thin, Star Platinum’s feelings curling so tightly with his own it was nearly impossible to tell what sensation was coming from where. While Jotaro was getting pounded by Star Platinum’s cock, he could also feel the phantom clench of his ass around his own cock, creating an endless loop of feedback that had him bucking in both directions.
The thought that he’d never need to have a threesome briefly flashed through Jotaro’s head before a particularly sharp thrust had him gasping and shredding the sheets with the strength of his grip.
He wasn’t the only one being affected by their wild fucking, as he heard Star Platinum groan behind him, felt the fingers digging into his hips tighten. A moment later, the mattress squeaked as Star Platinum lowered himself down until his front was pressed to Jotaro’s back, his breath ghosting the nape of Jotaro’s neck and making him shiver.
“Oi,” Jotaro breathed out as he planted his elbows on the bed, trying in vain to keep the both of them upright. “I can’t hold us.”
But Star Platinum clearly wasn’t listening. He locked his arms around Jotaro’s middle, laying his cheek on Jotaro’s back as he continued to pump deep inside him. His weight continued to press down on Jotaro as his limbs shook then gave out all at once, falling flat onto the mattress. He let out a, “Oof!” as Star Platinum fell on top of him, cock still buried in his hole. Jotaro sputtered but the sound quickly turned into a guttural moan as Star Platinum kept rocking into him without pulling back, just grinding his cock inside Jotaro, letting him feel every inch.
“Oh, fuck,” Jotaro whined, burying his face in the pillows.
With Star Platinum on top of him, pinning him to the mattress, his cock trapped between the sheets and his own stomach, there was little he could do but lie there and take it. And fuck if that wasn’t the hottest shit ever.
I could never fight you off, Jotaro thought as Star Platinum mouthed at his neck and thrusted. Whatever you wanna do to me, you can. You can fucking take me over and over again.
The thoughts sent spikes of lust jolting through him, twisting his guts until his mouth was hanging open and drool leaked out of the corner of his lips. The jolt of Star Platinum’s thrusts had the bed squeaking, the frame knocking against the wall in a steady stream of thump, thump, thump. His body was rocked enough to get some delicious friction against his dick, making Jotaro bite his lip as the dam holding back his pleasure built up with more and more pressure.
“Star,” Jotaro panted, heaving beneath his Stand’s bulk pinning him in place.
I need you, he thought but couldn’t say. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.
But he didn’t need to say it. Star Platinum knew him as well as Jotaro knew himself. He could read his thoughts as though they were his own, knew what he needed before Jotaro did. Jotaro never had to worry about being unable to vocalise his desires to Star Platinum; he would instinctively know.
The realisation sent a surge of affection pulsing through Jotaro and he had the sudden need to touch Star Platinum. Reaching blindly over his shoulder, he groped at Star Platinum’s head, fisting his fingers in his soft hair and tugging hard.
“C-Come on,” Jotaro begged, wiggling his hips as best he could in his trapped position. “Give it to me.”
The ring of Star Platinum’s arms squeezed around him, his muscles tensing against Jotaro’s back as he let out a bellowing cry. “Hreuugh!”
His thrusts sped up, every strike nailing Jotaro in the prostate in rapid succession until his eyes were wide and a loud series of, ah! Ah! Ah!s were spilling from his mouth. With the change of pace and Star Platinum’s weight pressing down on him, squeezing the breath from Jotaro’s lungs, it didn’t take him long to build back up to that edge. With one hard piston of Star Platinum’s hips, Jotaro was coming harder than he’d ever come in his life, his eyes rolling back into his head as he spilled all over the sheets. Jotaro tensed then instantly went boneless as the wake of his orgasm washed back out to sea.
Star Platinum, however, wasn’t done. If anything, he sped up even more, his thrusts turning erratic as he buried his face in the crook of Jotaro’s neck, letting out a string of animalistic grunts and growls. His hair spilled into Jotaro’s face, tickling his nose and cheeks. Just as with his first orgasm, Jotaro winced at the overstimulation as Star Platinum continued to fuck into him, relentless.
“C’mon, Star,” Jotaro urged, tugging on his hair. “Come for me.”
Star Platinum growled into his ear, then a moment later, Jotaro jolted as a piercing pain blared through his neck and he realised Star Platinum had bitten him right over his Joestar birthmark. He sank his teeth in deeper as a sudden wetness filled Jotaro, Star Platinum blowing his load with one final thrust. Jotaro shuddered at the feeling of his inner walls being painted, gasping as the sensation lasted forever, Star Platinum pumping into him to the point of bursting.
“Oh, fuck,” Jotaro stammered, squirming, until Star Platinum finally went limp, collapsing over Jotaro entirely. “Hey,” he said in a tone that was definitely not a squeak. “You can’t just lie on me.”
Star Platinum seemed intent on proving he could do just that as he kissed at the spot he’d bitten, nuzzling the back of Jotaro’s neck. A long, low hum rumbled through him and Jotaro sighed as he realised the purring was back. Still with Star Platinum’s dick lodged in his ass, Jotaro came to the conclusion he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
A knock at his door shattered the warm, comfy bubble he’d been floating in as both Jotaro and Star Platinum whipped their heads up at the sound.
“Jotaro?” Joseph’s voice, laced with concern, drifted through the door. “Everything alright in there? People were saying they could hear noises coming from your room.”
Jotaro made eye contact with Star Platinum over his shoulder, his own sheepishness reflected on his Stand’s face. A beat passed, then he cleared his throat.
“It’s fine,” he said gruffly. “Just…training.”
Jotaro could’ve slapped himself. Star Platinum did it for him, facepalming and shaking his head.
“Training?” came Joseph’s confused reply.
“Yeah,” Jotaro soldiered on. “Getting ready, you know. To fight Dio.”
The pause that followed was excruciating. Eventually, Joseph coughed and said, “Alright, then. Maybe keep the training out of hotel rooms, yeah?” before the soft tread of his footsteps signalled his departure.
Jotaro hung his head as he heaved a sigh of relief, his shoulders drooping. Star Platinum went right back to nuzzling and Jotaro groaned, nudging him away.
“Come on, give me a break. And get off me. You’re crushing me.”
Star Platinum just pressed a string of wet, messy kisses to Jotaro’s skin, humming happily.
It was as Jotaro sat in a bathtub that was impossibly wide that he realised the room Joseph had booked for him was a couple’s suite. That maybe explained the sexy red satin sheets on the bed and the bottle of champagne he was too young to drink resting in a bucket of ice on the counter with a welcome card. Slightly embarrassing, but he was grateful for it now as he lounged back against Star Platinum’s broad chest in the steaming water. Star Platinum rested behind him, his huge arms laid over the rim of the clawfoot tub and bracketing Jotaro in on either side. Jotaro luxuriated in the feeling, smoothing his hands along Star Platinum’s beefy thighs spread around his hips, his purple knees poking out of the surface of the water.
“Damn,” Jotaro said lazily, flopping his head back on Star Platinum’s collarbone. “I could get used to this.”
Star Platinum grunted in agreement, nosing at Jotaro’s temple. Jotaro tipped his head back just enough to press a kiss to Star Platinum’s chin, earning an appreciative rumble from his Stand. They’d already washed up, Star Platinum cleaning Jotaro and shampooing his hair thoroughly, so now they’d been blissfully soaking for the last twenty minutes.
In truth, Jotaro found he rather liked being pampered. Usually, he hated to be fussed over by anyone, but Star Platinum wasn’t anyone. He was Jotaro’s, inside and out. He knew him down to the marrow of his soul, a mirror to the essence of his very self.
He figured if anyone was going to take care of him, it’d be Star Platinum.
“I wish…” Jotaro mused, twirling a wet lock of Star Platinum’s hair around his finger, “we could just stay like this forever.”
Star Platinum said nothing, but he didn’t need to. Their silences, he realised, had always been companionable. The fact that Jotaro didn’t need to say anything for Star Platinum to understand him was a great comfort. To be understood, period, was an amazing thing, indeed. He didn’t realise quite how amazing until now that he had it.
When Star Platinum leaned down to press his cheek to the crown of Jotaro’s head, he clicked his tongue around a wry smile.
“Geez, you must be rubbing off on me. When did I get so sappy?” He shook his head, droplets sluicing down his damp skin. “It’s no good talking like that. We’ve gotta take Dio down to get that.”
And he wanted it too. Desperately. A forever with Star Platinum definitely sounded like something worth fighting for.
“Ora!” Star Platinum responded heartily and Jotaro ducked his head to hide his grin.
Yeah. Dio was going down.