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When Jotaro returned to their shared apartment after studying at the library for a few hours, Kakyoin was cleaning.
That wasn’t anything unusual—out of the two of them, he was definitely the one more concerned with neatness and organization. Jotaro had learned the extent of that fairly quickly once they’d moved in together. While he was of the mind to just clean when something looked dirty and he had the time, Kakyoin had a system, with certain tasks designated to certain days and a list of the more infrequent chores he wanted to take care of that month written amidst other reminders on a whiteboard that hung by the door.
To do his part and not feel guilty, like he was taking advantage of his friend in place of his mom, Jotaro kept his own things tidier than he would’ve otherwise, had he been living alone, and did his best to contribute to the day-to-day cleaning. He knew Kakyoin didn’t expect more from him than that; living together meant compromise, and just as he modified his behaviour to meet Kakyoin halfway, Kakyoin also understood that his own standards weren’t typical—objectively, they bordered on obsessive. But Jotaro would never be the person who judged someone else’s coping methods, healthy or not. Being a university student who never had to worry about piled-up dishes in the sink was pretty satisfying, anyway.
Sometimes the situation felt a little off, however. Like this night, when, upon first coming through the door, he couldn’t even see Kakyoin, but it sounded like he was shuffling around nearby. Also, the fridge definitely wasn’t where it was supposed to be.
Jotaro had to walk around to the other side of the kitchen to find out what was going on, since the fridge was blocking the pathway closest to the door. After rounding the corner of the island that segmented the space, he was greeted by the sight of Kakyoin on his hands and knees, wiping down the floor in the nook that normally housed the fridge. He was wearing one of the fitted, white t-shirts that he normally wore underneath a sweater, but other than that, all he had on were his briefs and his socks. He probably had his headphones in, too, because he hadn’t reacted to the sound of Jotaro entering, and his phone was nearby on the counter.
Jotaro walked over and nudged his roommate’s ass with the toe of his foot. Kakyoin straightened up and sat back on his knees before gingerly removing one of his earbuds with a gloved hand.
“Hi. Need something?” He looked up at Jotaro with a questioning expression, like he genuinely had no idea what the problem was, then began wringing out the cloth he was using into the small bucket of soapy water sitting next to him.
“Yeah. I was kinda hoping I could use the fridge,” Jotaro replied.
“You haven’t eaten yet?” Jotaro shook his head. “Well, I made dinner earlier, so there’s leftovers,” Kakyoin said, before he went back to wiping down the floor.
“Still need to get into the fridge,” Jotaro reminded him. Though their apartment was nice and a decent size, in order to have room to clean behind it, Kakyoin had pushed the fridge right up against the counter, which blocked the doors from even opening.
“I know.” Kakyoin didn’t bother looking up as he said it. “I’m almost finished. Just give me a few more minutes.”
Jotaro didn’t move from where he was standing, instead leaning against the counter and folding his arms while he watched Kakyoin aggressively scrub at a mark on the wall. He could’ve gone and dumped his gym clothes in the laundry while he was waiting, but there was something more important he needed to ask about—a pretty obvious something he couldn’t take his eyes off of. “Why aren’t you wearing pants?”
“I didn’t want them to get dirty,” Kakyoin answered simply. “This isn’t the kind of activity you do while wearing nice pants.”
“Yeah, I know. That’s why you usually change before you do something like this,” Jotaro pointed out. He’d already spotted the clothes Kakyoin was wearing when he last saw him that morning—a dark-green cabled sweater and a pair of brown khakis—folded neatly over the back of one of the barstools that sat at the island, so he’d gleaned some idea of what was going on. But he needed Kakyoin to admit it.
“Well, when I was putting the leftovers away, I spilled a bit of sauce over the side of the stove, so I had to pull it out and clean it.”
“But you’re cleaning under the fridge now.”
“It made sense to do the fridge since I was already doing the stove.”
“What are you going to do next?”
“Probably just…” Kakyoin hesitated a moment, glancing back over his shoulder. “The bottom of the cupboards. Just a few. Depends on what I have time for.”
“You’re freaking out about something,” Jotaro told him bluntly.
“I’m not—” Kakyoin started indignantly, scowling at him for a moment before looking back down in favour of frowning at the floor he was still in the midst of scrubbing. “I’m not ‘freaking out’ about anything,” he said, his tone more subdued than it was initially, even though he was clearly annoyed.
Jotaro chose to ignore his denial, as transparent as it was. “Is it an assignment or what?” Kakyoin was usually ahead on everything he possibly could be, so he didn’t have many deadlines to worry about aside from exams, but if a project wasn’t working out the way he’d hoped, or he got a mark that was lower than expected, it could rattle him like this sometimes.
“No, it’s nothing.” Kakyoin’s voice was even again, but it still wasn’t convincing.
“If there’s an ‘it’, then it’s something.”
“Pass me that cloth, please,” Kakyoin said abruptly, pointing to another rag on the counter that was next to his phone. “I just need to dry the floor off. Then we can push the fridge back.”
Jotaro sighed and handed it over. He didn’t appreciate the obvious diversion, but he was also really hungry. “I thought cleaning under the fridge was an ‘every three months’ chore,” he decided to point out. “You just did this last month.”
Kakyoin didn’t answer at first. Instead, he finished going over the floor with the dry cloth, ensuring that there wasn’t any water left on the vinyl planks. Then he finally stood and fixed Jotaro with an appraising stare before admitting, “I didn’t realize you paid attention to that.”
Jotaro shrugged. After more than a year of this, he’d noticed the patterns.
“Well, it’s not important,” Kakyoin finally conceded. “So,” he said briskly, attempting to flip his bangs out of his face without touching them, “you can get your food now.”
He gave Jotaro a half-hearted smile and then collected the bucket of water, along with the rest of the cleaning supplies he’d left on the ground. By the time Jotaro had pushed the fridge back in and found the containers containing the leftovers Kakyoin mentioned, the dwindling suds were already down the drain, and Kakyoin was now busy wiping the sink clean.
“What about the cupboards?” Jotaro asked as he grabbed a plate.
“It’s fine. They can wait,” Kakyoin said quietly.
“Mmm.”
Jotaro didn’t comment further, but watched Kakyoin carefully out of the corner of his eye while he loaded up his plate. It wasn’t really his business to force out whatever was bothering him if he didn’t want to talk about it. Normally he hated when other people tried doing that to him—even his family, most of the time. Kakyoin seemed to be the one person he didn’t mind venting to after a little encouragement.
The thing was that he usually didn’t have to give Kakyoin the same encouragement; he talked a lot more freely, and easily, about whatever was going on in his day, whether there was a project that was stressing him out or any minor annoyance. There were times like these, however, that would crop up out of the blue, when something would happen to trigger the opposite—almost a complete shutdown—and Jotaro was rarely successful in figuring out what had actually caused it. In that case, all he could do was stop the spiral before it dragged Kakyoin down too far.
“Your ass looks good,” Jotaro said as he went to put his plate in the microwave.
Kakyoin scoffed. “I’m sure it does,” he replied dryly.
With two minutes until his food was ready, Jotaro had a good idea for how to fill the time. Maybe it wasn’t the absolute best course of action he could take, but it was something. If Kakyoin really wasn’t in the mood for it, then he would readily tell Jotaro off. And if he was receptive (like Jotaro was hoping he would be, since the surprise of seeing him crawl around on the floor half-naked had brought up the thought almost immediately), then it might be enough to break whatever negative feedback loop he was stuck in.
At first, Kakyoin didn’t acknowledge Jotaro when he came up behind him and put his hands on his ass. His body did, though—the muscle twitched when Jotaro squeezed it, and his posture tensed as Jotaro fondled him and spread him apart slightly. Blood quickly rushed to his cock, so he pushed it up against Kakyoin and made him bend forward over the sink, his hands clamping down on the edge of the counter for purchase, even though they were still wet.
“Didn’t you just spend the last ten minutes pestering me about your food?” Kakyoin was doing his best to sound huffy, but he was definitely more affected than he wanted to let on. “This seems rather counterproductive.”
Jotaro didn’t answer, focused instead on grinding his growing erection against the cleft of Kakyoin’s ass. The thin fabric of his briefs didn’t provide much resistance against Jotaro’s clothed dick, and the view of his bulge rubbing a steady circle over the dip was hard to take his eyes off. He’d had more important things to worry about earlier, obviously, but that didn’t stop him from appreciating how hot Kakyoin looked while they talked. Moving around on his hands and knees like that, with his shirt tight around his broad shoulders and clinging to the line of his waist, his underwear barely covering his ass—yeah, Jotaro had pushed that to the back of his mind while he needed to, but if Kakyoin just wanted forget about whatever the issue was, he was more than happy to indulge in his urges now and help that process along.
Jotaro slid one of his hands from his ass and circled it around Kakyoin’s waist instead, skimming up the lean muscle of his stomach before it reached his chest. His palm covered one of Kakyoin’s pecs easily and he gently groped it, kneading around the nipple as he pressed his face into the top of Kakyoin’s head.
Kakyoin finally let out a few light, needy moans, leaning back against Jotaro and relaxing into his chest. His own erection was readily apparent now, so Jotaro cupped it with his other hand, still massaging his tits and rubbing against his ass, although now that the position had changed, it was more like his lower back.
Then the fucking microwave started beeping. Jotaro groaned into Kakyoin’s hair in frustration—his good idea really wasn’t that good. He tried thrusting against Kakyoin a few more times, but Kakyoin was already pushing his hands off.
“You need to eat, and I need to shower,” Kakyoin said firmly, turning around in Jotaro’s hold. “My legs are covered in dust and I smell like bleach. I’m not having sex with you like this—it’s gross.”
Jotaro frowned at him, but he knew Kakyoin wouldn’t give in that easily. Sure enough, Kakyoin only grinned in return.
“You eat, and I’ll shower, and then I’ll meet you in your room, alright?” he said, rubbing Jotaro’s arms reassuringly.
Jotaro grunted his agreement, which was all he could really manage. He hated dealing with fucking blue balls, but it was his own goddamn fault for starting something he reasonably knew couldn’t go anywhere then. Kakyoin kissed him quickly and then grabbed his phone and his clothes from the back of the chair, leaving Jotaro to settle into an uncomfortable position on the couch while he ate and waited for his dick to return to normal.
After that, he sorted out his gym clothes and left his laptop on his desk to charge in favour of watching videos on his phone as he lay in bed, waiting. It only distracted him until the sound of Kakyoin blow-drying his hair in the background stopped. Knowing that Kakyoin would likely reappear in a few minutes, Jotaro couldn’t restrain himself from sticking his hand down his pants.
“You’re ridiculous.”
Jotaro looked up from the video he’d been zoning out to while absently jerking-off just as Kakyoin sat down on the bed next to him, now wearing his fuzzy white bathrobe. “You were really so impatient that you had to start watching porn?”
“I wasn’t watching porn.”
Kakyoin frowned. “Then what the hell are you watching?”
Jotaro tapped the screen with his thumb so the title of the video came up. “A brief history of 13th-century architecture,” he read verbatim.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Kakyoin laughed. He took off his robe and started to crawl over Jotaro as Jotaro tossed his phone to the side and hurriedly pushed his pants down.
“I was already watching it,” Jotaro explained—poorly, because Kakyoin had seated himself in his lap and was now sucking at the base of his neck.
Kakyoin lifted his head to give him a scrutinizing stare. “So those gothic cathedrals were just too hot for you to resist?” he asked sarcastically. Thankfully, Jotaro didn’t have to struggle for an answer, because Kakyoin didn’t give him time. He started making out with Jotaro instead, grinding his ass in Jotaro’s lap as he sucked against his lower lip.
Jotaro grabbed at his hips and spread him apart so his erection could slide in between, rubbing at his entrance. Kakyoin moaned into his mouth in response, a solid affirmative. Jotaro knew he always prepped himself in the shower when he had the chance, so all they needed now was the lube and the condom he’d tossed on the bed earlier in his anticipation.
Kakyoin had taken it upon himself to push Jotaro’s shirt up until it was stretched tight over the top of his chest—probably so he could cum on his stomach later—and was now thumbing over his nipples, meaning he didn’t have a free hand for Jotaro to give him the condom. And normally Jotaro wouldn’t have been so worried about moving him along, but he’d already spent way too long semi-hard. Kakyoin making out with him was great—Kakyoin squeezing his chest and sticking his tongue in his mouth was always great. It was just that when the foreplay had technically started almost forty minutes prior, and he’d been stuck in a frustrating limbo since then, he really didn’t need any more teasing.
He bucked his hips up and made Kakyoin topple forward a little, pushing his dick against him properly so Kakyoin could feel how fucking hard he was already. Kakyoin released his lips and let out a soft huff, rocking over Jotaro a few times before he finally took the condom Jotaro had been attempting to slip into his hand for the better part of a minute. Then he moved back and stood on his knees so he could actually see Jotaro’s dick. After opening the wrapper, he grasped Jotaro at the base, stroking him a few times and before rolling the condom on.
Jotaro passed the bottle of lube over next. Kakyoin flipped the top and poured some onto his palm, then curled his fist around Jotaro’s erection again. The lube was a little cold at first, even through the thin layer of latex, but Kakyoin continued stroking him to spread it evenly over his cock, and that warmed it up. It was still teasing, though—Jotaro really just wanted inside him, and when his hand stilled so he could start positioning himself, it was a fucking relief.
Jotaro groaned as Kakyoin prodded his entrance with the tip, his breath coming faster and his stomach tensing in preparation for Kakyoin to take him in fully. Fucking him into the bed was always fun, but Jotaro really loved the view this way. The heat and the pressure surrounding him felt amazing, no matter what, so really, the only thing that could make it better was getting to see the hypnotic process of his cock breaching the other man—of seeing it gradually disappear into him, inch by inch. He loved how it made Kakyoin’s dick twitch, how the size was more of a turn-on for him than a turn-off, so he was even harder by the time he had the entire length inside. His eyes screwed shut as he adjusted, his mouth hanging open slightly. He looked so thoroughly fucked before they’d even started.
Jotaro gave a short, jerky thrust, because he knew Kakyoin could take it, and he wanted the reaction he was sure he would get. It was hard to hold back, anyway.
Kakyoin moaned in surprise, his voice hitching on the end of it. He opened his eyes again to stare Jotaro down, a challenging glint flashing in his expression. Jotaro liked it. It was really fucking hot.
He brought his legs up further so Kakyoin had more leverage to lean on, nudging his back with the top of his knees encouragingly. Kakyoin followed along and put his arms behind himself, securing his palms over Jotaro’s thighs and using them to give himself that first bit of lift. His body arched and his legs flexed where they gripped the sides of Jotaro’s torso, as Jotaro briefly caught sight of his dick again before Kakyoin took it back in to the hilt.
“You’re really trying to get away with anything you can today,” Kakyoin said breathily, his words tinted by the exertion of bouncing himself on Jotaro’s cock. He shot Jotaro another glare, though it was clearly teasing, with a smirk creeping onto his face.
“You did it first,” Jotaro said, tightening his grip around Kakyoin’s hips and digging his fingers into the meat of his ass as a reminder.
Kakyoin made a small, startled noise and shuddered. His eyes briefly fluttered closed before he said, “You weren’t supposed to see that. I just lost track of time.”
“Well, I did.”
Jotaro met the next roll of Kakyoin’s hips with a harder thrust and Kakyoin let out a longer moan at that. “Yeah, you did,” he laughed shakily.
Jotaro grinned in reply, continuing to push into Kakyoin forcefully and making Kakyoin hasten his own pace. His cock was slapping erratically against his stomach, leaving a small trail of precum, so Jotaro grabbed it and smeared a bit of the fluid around with his thumb before he started jerking Kakyoin off. Kakyoin gasped, squeezing tighter around Jotaro in response. With the added pressure, the muscles in his abdomen pulled taught and his stomach began to burn. He was really fucking close, but he wanted to see if he could get Kakyoin there first, if not soon after.
So Jotaro kept the tension in his grip, making it a heated vice around the other’s erection as he tugged, and watched Kakyoin’s expression shift, the teasing confidence morphing into fierce need. His head tipped back and his mouth gaped further as he rode Jotaro’s cock desperately. “Fuck, harder, Jojo,” he keened, his breath heavy and his brows knotted in concentration. Sweat was beading on his face and down the line of his chest, where his nipples had hardened with arousal.
Jotaro listened, matching his partner’s thrusts with violent ones of his own until he was nearly outpacing him and Kakyoin’s moans were warbling and short, pleading for his release. Jotaro was about to fucking lose it with Kakyoin clamping and squeezing around his cock every time he bottomed out, but Kakyoin was so noisy at this point, he knew he was going to tip and spill.
And he did, right into Jotaro’s hand, shooting over his fist at the beginning of his orgasm with a ragged cry that gradually turned into a low, languid moan. Jotaro pumped him through it until the cum lazily spurted from his cock, no longer hitting Jotaro’s stomach but instead, coating his fist and slowly dripping from there. Kakyoin fell forward, panting, his arms planted on the bed and his body going limp. From there, Jotaro readjusted his legs and braced them stiffly, so he could plunge even deeper into Kakyoin’s tight heat that continued clenching and releasing around him as he relaxed.
Kakyoin tended to still make noise after he came, but it was much quieter—soft little grunts that punctuated Jotaro’s movements and sounded way more touched-out and ruined than any of his other moans. Jotaro liked getting him to cum first when he could, just for their mutual satisfaction, but those tiny, broken noises were what really turned him on, the thing that aroused him like nothing else, just knowing that he was the reason for it.
His abs tensed and he gasped, digging his head back into the pillow and his feet into the bed as he buried himself in Kakyoin with a few final, shuddering thrusts. The condom filled with a slow, spreading warmth as he bucked jerkily, letting out the breath he’d been unconsciously holding in a long, sighing moan. He closed his eyes and lay there for a few moments, catching his breath, until he felt Kakyoin lean over him to grab some tissues from the box on the nightstand.
Jotaro watched with half-lidded eyes as Kakyoin wiped off the mess on his stomach, starting a small pile of crumpled tissues on the bed next to him. Then he took hold of Jotaro’s stained palm, cleaning it thoroughly before he let the limb drop to Jotaro’s chest. Jotaro grimaced when Kakyoin gripped his softening cock so he could climb out of his lap without pulling off the full condom with it, but at least that meant he could finally remove it.
Afterwards, he managed to fight through his sudden tiredness to go piss and brush his teeth. Upon returning to his room, he changed into the pair of old sweatpants he usually slept in and set his alarm on his phone before crawling back into bed.
Kakyoin continued fucking around in the bathroom for a few more minutes. He was always more alert after sex, whereas Jotaro usually felt the complete opposite. On nights like these, when he didn’t have any obligations left to take care of and was free to just lie down and surrender to it, it felt really good. Otherwise, it was annoying.
“Do you have time to cuddle?”
Jotaro looked over his shoulder towards the doorway where Kakyoin was standing in his pyjamas. He nodded in response before turning back to his position facing the wall. He heard the soft padding of Kakyoin’s feet, and then the bed shifted and the covers lifted up temporarily. Kakyoin took a moment to adjust the duvet to his liking; after that, his warmth settled against Jotaro’s back, his arms circling his torso and clasping around his middle. Jotaro brought his arm down over them and covered Kakyoin’s hands with his own before he closed his eyes again and sighed heavily, releasing all the pent-up annoyance and exhaustion of the day.
Kakyoin had pressed his face against his neck, his nose just barely over Jotaro’s shoulder and his breath puffing warm on the skin. They were silent for a few minutes before Kakyoin murmured, “Sometimes I forget that just because things are different here, that doesn’t always mean they’re better,” into his back.
One of his legs pushed in between Jotaro’s own and tangled with them, and he let out his own sigh. Jotaro waited for him to elaborate.
“It’s nice that you can be open and usually things are okay, but…because people are more conscious of it, I suppose, if you fit whatever idea of a gay person they have in their head then they’ll just assume that you are, rather than ignoring it like back home. There’s more freedom to say and do what you want here, but that means people feel like they can say whatever they like to you.”
“Who was it?” Jotaro asked. If it was a random stranger, there wasn’t much he could do, but if it was someone at school then he could at least go and intimidate them.
“Just someone in one of my general classes. It’s really—what he said really wasn’t the problem, to be honest. It wasn’t anything particularly creative. I think it was meant more as a joke, even if it was a bad one.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Well, once I only have the courses for my major left, it won’t be an issue. The art students aren’t like that—or I haven’t met any, at least.”
“You should still tell me who it is,” Jotaro persisted.
“I don’t need you starting a fight. That would just make things worse.”
“I won’t start a fight.”
“I don’t know how much I trust that,” Kakyoin said with a light laugh. “Besides, it really wasn’t what he said. I think some of my mindset hasn’t switched over from Japan. People saying things like that in public…it just makes me panic a little, thinking it could get back to my parents…even though I know it can’t.”
Jotaro tightened his grip over Kakyoin’s hands. That made more sense with his reaction, now that he thought about it.
Kakyoin squeezed around his stomach a little tighter in return. After another moment, he asked, “So how’s that stupid group project going? Did they really make you stay that late tonight?”
“No, we finished at like, six,” Jotaro replied. “But I had my shit out already, so I figured I’d just stay there and get everything I needed done before I came back.”
“Ah, I see. Are you liable to murder anyone yet?”
“Getting there,” Jotaro said in a deadpan that made Kakyoin laugh again. He was seriously ready for grad school and being around people who gave more of a shit about what they were doing, even though that was still more than two years away.
With Kakyoin’s warm, steady weight against his back, Jotaro found himself dozing off pretty quickly. Usually Kakyoin got up at some point and went to finish something he was working on, or just to sleep in his own bed, but when Jotaro woke up for a few minutes in the middle of the night, he was still there. By this point, he’d rolled over, and was now lying halfway on his stomach, his arms curled around Jotaro’s other pillow.
Jotaro rolled over in the same direction, so he could spoon him and hopefully lull himself back to sleep. It worked pretty well—the world started fading around him again not too long after. While waiting for it to happen, he had the thought that even though he wasn’t the best at being supportive or consoling when it came to other people, if he could manage to fumble through it for his best friend, in whatever strange way worked for them, then that was alright.