Love Me Tender

Under the tree.

Kakyoin's POV.
There I sat, legs sprawled with my back against the thick maple tree, staring up into the blur of leaves, branches, and blinding sunlight above, "J-Jojo..."
I finally bring myself to speak, I brought myself swinging into this with such confidence, I didn't quite think it through. What should I do if he rejects me? Will he leave? My heartbeat hasn't slowed for one second since I made my move, I don't expect it to slow any time soon either. I can't help but wonder if Jotaro is looking at me... is he thinking of me? I couldn't bare to look him in the eyes after having done something so- so bold and out of character...
Why hasn't he answered... does he hate me?
There are a million and one questions rolling through my mind like the wind carries waves up to the seashore. Maybe I should just let it be.
His fingers slowly inch toward mine as he grabs ahold of my hand tightly. My cheeks burn beat red at his sudden touch, just this simple gesture is indicative- he does feel the same way. I turn my head slightly and catch a glimpse of Jojo, and my what a sight he is. His head hangs low and his posture shifts toward me, his grip on my hand never falters- not for a second. I feel as though if he let go I might very well just fall apart. But it has always been that way with him... hasn't it? His voice soothes me, his touch calms me, his presence is all the reassurance I need from this world to tell me I'm going to be okay. I want to kiss him again... I want to run my fingers through his deep, raven coloured hair. I want to hold onto him tightly as if the wind would sweep me away, like the leaves above. I wonder if he wants the same.
Jotaro's POV.
What. The. Fuck.
I have got to be, by far, the luckiest bastard to roam this earth. Though I'd never say it out loud, I've been wanting this to happen for the longest time now. I want to tell him that- I want to say so many thing right now but the words just won't come out. Even if they do, I'm sure they will be incoherently delivered considering how unearthly flustered I still am.  He called to me about five minutes ago, probably expecting a response but I am in no place to give one, I would just fuck it up anyway. It's best if I just show him, I slowly reach toward him and grab onto his hand, my nerves got the best of me so instead of a gentle touch, my brutal self had to death grip his fragile, prefect hands. Whatever. At least I answered him... however small the gesture may be.
I can feel his eyes on me, scanning my face for any discomfort or dismay. He won't find any, but I know he's looking. I try my best to act like nothing is happening between the two of us, it's pretty hard to do when my hand is clamped around his for dear life. Just knowing that his attention is on me and that his intentions were full of love, makes it hard for me to deny what I know we both want. I want to feel it again- the warmth of his lips against mine, I want this touch to make everything better. I want not to worry about anything but his happiness for as long as I live I-
"Good grief."
I stop myself. I'm getting too invested into something that happened just moments ago...
"Jojo.. you're- you're hurting me," I hear him say in a sweet, soft manner. I guess I hadn't noticed that in my frustration my hold on him became a lot tighter. I release his hand and cross my arms over my chest, he responds to this by resting his head in the curve of my neck,
"Jojo, can I kiss you again? I-is that okay?"
He is so fucking cute. Fuck.
"U-uh.. um.. yes."
And in an instant his lips meet mine, this time it's not at soft, not as gentle. No, this was hungry. I can tell he wants this just was much as I do. I'm deep in my thoughts by the time his tongue teases at my bottom lip, asking for entrance. He wants to be in charge, huh? Granted this is our first time doing anything of this sort, I'm not too sure what he's like. All I know is that if we're doing this; we're doing it my way.

Aaaaa a a a this is some fuckery I'm updating the next part soon soon cause I've found I have nothing better to do with my life during quarantine yay ;(
Anyway next chapter is gonna be soft core smut so be prepared for some cute headassery
Also I didn't want to make this chapter too much of like a plot follower kind of one, I'm using this chapter to demonstrate the escape they find when they're together and when they bein cute or whatever:) so don't fret, my typical depressing storyline will continue I just wanted to write about some flustered gays uh oh