Terms | jojian (Discontinued)

3: a lot of men

[NY]

Joji knows what the fans think.

He knows that the fans would love to hear and see him get fucked by his two friends; one of them with dreamy blue eyes and tousled brown hair, the other being an awkward lanky boy with glasses. He sees the fanart, and he sees the fanfiction. He doesn't ignore it, like he should have done in the first place. Instead, he reads them, over and over, until it's 3AM and his eyelids are drooping to a close. It became addictive to him, and frankly, he is quite ashamed.

In the fan works, he was always portrayed as some whiny little bitch, begging for someone to fuck his tight asshole. He was loud and demanding, letting the boy on top place kisses along his body, teasing him, making him scream and beg for more. He gulps. It was odd to read stories of himself getting fucked. 

As Joji clicked through the links, he realised something. He didn't find much material for him and Max; but he found much more for him and Ian. Apparently, they were called 'Jojian'. He snorts to himself, reading through some of the stories. There was also fan art, depicting Ian and him to be lovers of some sort. There were pictures of them cuddling, kissing, and even fucking. Well, the cuddling part was true, but he'd rather keep that between him and Ian.

Besides, the whole reason this ship was a huge thing was because they kissed in a video once as a joke. They commented on the way Ian was smiling and staring at Joji for a moment too long after the kiss, and how he leaned in and puckered his lips for Joji's kiss attack. Joji doubts all of that and decides to watch the Hair Cake video again, realising they were right. He smiles. What if Ian does like him?

He shakes his head, dismissing the thought. He was probably with his girlfriend, making googly eyes at each other, probably kissing each other, and it turning into an all night fuck session. He's heard Ian talk about his girlfriend before. Ian describes her likes she's some angel sent from the highest ranks of heaven. Joji knows how she looks like. She's pretty, just like most girls Joji has seen. Dark hair and dark eyes, a combination that's commonly found.

Joji turns to his left, where his mirror is placed. He has dark hair and dark eyes, too.

Why should he care anyway? He didn't like Ian that way. It was just the fan work getting to his head.

"Yeah, that's it," he whispered to himself, closing the lid of his laptop, gently placing it aside onto his nightstand. He remembers Ian's face on the night before they left Australia; he had a smile, a beautiful, sad smile. Joji had kissed him that night, and Ian just let him.

Joji shook his head, not wanting to remember. He massaged his temples, sighing.

"You don't like him. It's just the fanfiction."

He looks next to him on the bed, where there was a maroon shirt with the tagline "I Eat Ass" on it. It was his own merchandise, but the shirt didn't belong to him. Sighing, Joji pulls the covers over himself, grabbing the shirt and nuzzling into it. He breathes in the shirt's scent, smelling of mint and coffee. He envisions that this was actually the person it belonged to next to him, playing with the ends of Joji's messy brown hair as they talked. Joji hums contently.

"Not one bit."

:::

New York City is pretty cool, Joji decides.

Sure, it's always exaggerated to be better than it actually is. Not all dreams were fulfilled, there were no superheroes wandering about, there were no people trying to fuck each other in the streets and not everyone who lives in it is a quirky fashionista who's a journalist for some fashion magazine.