Close, a Jotakak Fanfic

Part 4

Distraction

Kkrrrsshhhhh

The sound meets Jotaro's pierced ears as he looks towards the bathroom door Kakyoin has left ajar, his mind trying to push away the image of him undressing and seconds from being soaked inside such a narrow space but the thought has already slid its way below his stomach and between his legs. "Tch", he scoffs, rising from the sofa to leave the room in search of something that can offer a distraction. 

In the shower, Kakyoin tries to push the image of Jotaro smoking from his mind, but the thought has already raised an issue of his own. He bites his lip, wondering if he should continue resisting the urge to rid himself of it the hard way or give in and relieve himself through a faster one. 

Jotaro knocks on his grandfather's room, "Jiji...".

   "Jotaro," Joseph opens it with a smile, "let me guess, Kakyoin getting on your nerves already?"

He enters the room, taking notice of Advol and Polnareff inside, both with a small plate of food while Iggy chews on some gum by an empty plate of his own. "I just wanted to check on you."

   "Is that all?," he takes a seat on an ottoman, "stay for a while, eat something."

   "Mm." his grandson hums in agreement, grateful for the distraction.

   "How's Kakyoin?" Advol asks as he offers him a small meat filled pastry, steam flying from the top.

He takes it, "He's just showering. What do you all think of the place?"

His grandfather takes a bite out of a nectarine and shrugs as he chews, "It's alright," he swallows, "why?"

   "No reason."

As Polnareff and Avdol begin a new topic Joseph looks at his grandson with concern, his instincts tell him something is on his mind but he knows it may be better for him to explore this alone. 

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A few minutes pass until Jotaro decides to leave, "I'm going back to check on him."

   "Bring him back here" Polanreff suggests, "maybe he's hungry too."

   "Fine."

   "Or at least bring him something," Avdol advises, "one of each."

They compile a small plate with four items and hand them to Jotaro, but before he leaves the room Joseph stops him, "Wait."

   "Mm?"

   "Here," he places a Maraschino cherry on the top of the plate, "these are his favorite you know."

   "Good grief."