The Sleeping Siren (Jotaro X Reader)

Ch. 35: a Sound of Bliss

     Jotaro rubs where my shoulders meet my neck as I lie with my ear on his chest, I hear his heart an how it thumps with a light echo every second and I shut my eyes to feel it as my own.
   He sighs and immediately has my attention, "do you miss them?" Them he refers to Mr. Joestar and Avdol.
   I breathe deeply, "yeah, they were really great," I say before moving my arms under my chin to look at him, "I'm  sorry Jotaro."
   He bites his bottom lip in thought, "thanks, but I don't think any amount of sorry's could bring them back."
   I post myself up more, more interested in what exactly he's thinking, "you want them back?"
   "Of course I do..."
   "I'm sure that they wouldn't want you to think that," I say and Jotaro shoves his hands to his eyes before combing them through his hair in frustration.
   "I hate myself." What?
   I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, "why?"
   He struggles to find the words he needs and groans, "because, I realized that because I assumed that they would just know how I felt based on what I said to them, they never knew at the same time... does that make sense?"
   I think about it, and I don't, "like, you never felt like you needed to express yourself and because of that it didn't matter what you said because it never correctly described how you felt?"
   He sighs, "yeah, ever since they died I've been trying to express myself more,  I hate the feeling of regret."
   I nod, "regret sucks," he chuckles at my comment before laying his head back.
   "I'm happy you didn't die," I'm in shock from Jotaro's words and almost feel paralyzed, "I don't think..." he thinks of what to say, "I don't think I'd forgive myself ever if I let you die." I'm flattered but I don't know what to say. He smiles a sad smile before looking at me agian, only able to see me with the little amount of moonlight that shines on my face from the window. He glides a hand over my face and I don't object, "you of all people should have the chance to live a good life," he says and he just stares at me with his hand on my cheek, "you're amazing."
   "Why?"
   He keeps his smile and he sits up and I have to slide down a little so that I now straddle his legs, "because you are," he says and he kisses my fore head. He looks to the radio and it says 11, "we should sleep," he says before he falls back onto the make shift bed, I can't object when he pulls me down next to him, why would I want to, he's so warm and it's so cold, and the way he holds my back to his chest is so much more comfortable than sitting up.
   I pull the blankets over both of us before we exchange our goodnight and fall asleep with each oher.

   I'm amazing, at what? I look at the radio and see it's 9:34 and get out of the car to stretch before I'm instantly hit with the cold morning air. Jotaro groans before shifting and pulling the blankets over himself more tightly, "close the door," he demands all grumpy.
   I laugh, "No, we have to start heading to the Schwabacher Landing." I say before yanking off his blankets.
   He shivers and glares at me before finally sitting up, "good fucking greif kid."
   I scoff out a laugh, "kid? You're 17?"
   "well," he says before getting out to move to the driver's side, "you're acting like a kid."
   I scoff, "you're the one not wanting to get out of bed," I say and go to the passenger side.
   He starts the car and rolls his eyes, "whatever," he says with a happy smirk.

   Schwabacher Landing, the mountains and trees and overall scene is breathtaking. I check for stand users of course when we park and don't see anything, even when I stand jump in the stoped time and check out the areas. When I return to normalized time I pant and feel my lungs burn for oxygen, I guess it takes a lot of stand power to stay in that state for so long.
   "Clear," I pant out and Jotaro hands me my water bottle.
   "You okay?"
   I nod before gulping down the water,  "I covered a lot of ground," I screw the cap back on and put it at my feet, "do you want to walk around, it's really nice?" I say trying to convince him but he shakes his head.
   "No it's fine, we should focus on not being found before we find Dio first, and we already had our little cool down at the Lake yesterday." He's right, we should focus on not being found out.
   Jotaro starts the car and we head off for our next destination.
  
   Ox Bow Bend and Targgart Lake had no stand users, and the day is almost over. I'm so exhausted from all the stand skipping and over all use of my ability, what wasn't even a blink for Jotaro was probably a whole day for each place we went to for me, having to explore every inch of the land to make sure there wasn't any blue flames, and the fact that we skipped breakfast and lunch makes my stomach gurggle.
    Jotaro finds a new place for us to camp, and agian I patrol the area to find it's safe. When we finally settle down we eat diner in the car whitch consist of hot potatoes that we bought from a kind Amish man on the side of the road. "Can you pass the salt?" I ask Jotaro and he generously hands it to me once he finishes with it. I put a good amount of salt on my steaming hot potatoe before I set it down to cool down a bit. I don't remember the last time I ate a actually healthy meal, it's only a single potatoe but it's better than cafiteria food from the foundation, or hospital Jello and protein bars, or Denny's, or only beef jerky.
   Jotaro looks at me weird "are you not eating?" He asks before biting into his own salty potatoe. Really I want to devour this potato in a single bite and fall into a never waking sleep but I rather wait a little bit so that I don't scold my tongue.
   I put the salt shaker that we also bought from the Amish man in the car's compartment, "I am," I say tired and I rub my eyelids to ease their soreness.
   Jotaro looks at the time whitch is in Japanese I now realize, because every language looks and sounds the same to me now I didn't even realize that Jotaro reprogrammed the car's radio, "it's 7:50, we should sleep early tonight," I shut my eyes and roll them behind my head to ease my tired headache and nod.
   "I definitely agree," I say and pick up my potatoe and blow on the place I plan to bite before I crunch into it. It's hot, but I'm not going to be a pussy and spit it out, so indure it. It almost feels good to eat hot food on a dramatically cooling, and exhausting day.
   "Hey, you look terrible," Jotaro comments with a full mouth and I want to punch him in the face with sarcasm, but that'd be mean I guess.
   "I feel terrible," I reply after swallowing my almost scalding bite of potatoe.
   Jotaro thinks for a little bit to figure out what to say as I bite into my hot potato again, "thanks for today Y/n, you saved us so much time by using your ability, and if I'm able to help you I want you to tell me how," he says.
   For him today was nothing, all he did was drive to different places, got gas, woke me up now and then to use my ability, then found this place for us, I could have done it all myself but its so much better to have him and let me nap here and there, but if I drove him around and he stoped time to scan the areas I would want to repay him somehow as well.
   I swallow my bite, "well, do you know how to massage?" I ask.
   "Not really, I don't like touching people," he says and I totally understand.
   "I'll teach you then," I say and eat another soft yet crunchy bite of my potatoe.
   He looks at me doubtfully, "where'd you learn to massage?" He asks and I shrug.
   Jotaro waits patiently as I finish my ptatoe, "as a kid I got stress headaches all the time and my mom would massage them out of me and taught me how so when I got stressed and she wasn't there I could help myself to an extent, but of course it feels alot better done by another person," I say.
   "Well, teach me right now."
   "No I'm eating."
 
   When we're done with our potatoes we set up the back seat for bed and I begin my lesson with Jotaro. I tell Jotaro to give me his arm and he does before I put sunburn lotion on my hands, I'd use normal lotion but we only have this.
   "Your muscles are a lot more defined then mine so it might be more difficult for you to do it on me but here," I say and I hold his wrist with on hand and glide my thumb down his forearm's muscle, "if you go from the person's pinky to the side pit of their elbow," I say and drag my thumb from his pinky to the side pit of his elbow, "this is where you find the beginning of the muscle, this same muscle ends going the direction of the thumb but doesn't end there," I say before demonstrating again on his forearm, "you always want to massage going with the flow of the muscle whitch is down because it releases the most stress."
   He's shocked by the way my thumbs move over that one muscle in his forearm and I put both my hands on it and move my thumbs one after the other in the same direction repeatedly, "you're actually really good at this."
   "I know," I say, I expected it to come out harsh and tired but it's softer. "For the other muscles all you do is hold their forearm and use your thumb to massage down to the wrist," I say and do exactly that on his forearm.
   "Okay, I got it," he says and does what I taught him on me perfectly.
   Once he's done with that, I turn him around and he's confused when I tell him to take off his shirt, "trust me," I say and he does it. With the car's light I can see every sculped muscle on him flinch in the cold before it eases. Now that I'm looking at him like this I don't know what I was thinking when I wanted him to massage my back, I knew I had to teach him how to do it of course but I didn't really think hard about it until now. I swallow my nervousness and sit up on my knees to be tall enough to reach his shoulders without struggle but my hands still slightly shake, "like massaging my forearms you want to go to the flow of the muscles," I say and hope my voice didn't just tremble. I start on his neck, "there are two muscles here that connect to your shoulders and collect the most stress," I say and put both my thumbs on each muscle on the back of his neck before gliding them down his neck to the muscle where his neck meets his shoulder. When I feel how tight his muscle is I know I'm going to have to rub the knots out, "you're really tight here," I say and I slide my palms down the muscles, in response he moans relaxed and goosebumps spread up his neck. I blush and thank God that Jotaro can't see how flustered I am by his voice, I force the butterflies to fuck off in my gut but they have other plans.
   After a good fifteen minutes I get rid of the knots and his shoulders are a lot more tender. I start moving down his back targeting where my back is sore not forgetting to explain what I'm doing so that he'll reciprocate it on me, I move my hands right between the shoulder blades where I'm sore... whitch are also tight on Jotaro. Agian I have to go through the torture of hearing his voice of complete bliss and have to pretend the butterflies and sparkles in my gut aren't there.
   When I'm done I quickly turn around and pray he didn't see how red my face was from staring at his muscles, and I start taking off my pajama shirt and cross my legs as I wait for Jotaro to finish slathering his hands in the Aloe lotion. I'm spooked when he finally puts his hands on me with the cold lotion and I shiver. The whole time he's prefect with the way he massages the knots away, and I struggle to not make noise and embarrass myself. When he tells me he's done, I put on my shirt so quickly and smoothly, I swear I never moved faster.
   "You know, you did a pretty good job on me," he says and my face goes beet red as my gut churns when he slides his hands around my waist. "Can you do it some more?"
   I nod, "y-yeah, just turn around and I'll get the lotion ready," I say, instead of being tired I'm aurosed, and honestly I think would die if he knew how I felt about just rubing his shoulders.
   "That's not exactly where I want you to massage," he says and my heart goes crazy. With my back still facing him he pulls me into him and I feel him through his sweat pants, he's not completely hard but he definitely got a little bit more hard when he felt how tense I got when I felt him. "Can you help me?" Of all of the porn I've watched in my life I never thought I'd recreate one unintentionally.
   I've never given a hand job of course, and barely understand male anatomy, how this will feel for him I don't know. I tremble, "uh, sure, b-but just know what what I'm doing," I say when he turns me around.
   "That's fine with me," he says before letting go of me and leaning back to be open to me. The car's light makes him look so defined and prefect and across his collar and chest still have my hickeys.
   I tremble, I don't know what I'm doing? Despite how much I hate it, I ask "can... you show me how," I hate it more when he smirks at me.
   "Of course I can, princess," PRINCESS! My butterflies go crazy when he guides my hand to the silloute of his cock in his pants and my face is set on fire, "what do you feel like I'll like?" My mind is blank and I don't know what to do, so I do the next best thing, improvise.
   I nervously take it out of his pants and slowly massage the head with my thumb and hope he doesn't see how my hands tremble. I want to help him out but I'm just so nervous. "Y/n," he says for my attention and I go rigid, am I doing it wrong? Did I hurt him? "Are you okay?"
   I feel my body get even hotter in embarrassment and wish that the cold breeze from the open windows in the front seats could freeze me, maybe then I wouldn't have to answer his question. I nod, "I'm alright," I say but he's not convinced, I wouldn't be either.
   His expression is less hungry and more concerned now, "if you don't want to do this we don't have too?" He says and I want to implode.
    "That's not it at all," I say sheepishly, "I'm just nervous, I don't know what I'm doing," I say when I look away.
   He puts his hand on my arm reasuringly and I give him my attention  again, "as I said, just do what you feel like I'll like, it's all about you, okay?" He says. I don't know if he means that whole heartedly, I mean what if I don't do it right and he doesn't get off? "Just do it, okay?" He doesn't say it rudely despite the sentence, but it's actually encouraging.
   I'm still hesitant when I nod, "yeah, okay," all about me, it's all about me he said.
   I get myself comfortable and hesitantly start to slowly pump his shaft, and he watches with his bottom lip bitten, "you're more creative than that?" He says and I go rigid.
   Guess I have to put my back into it. I lick the head and get some saliva on it before getting my hand around the head and focusing on simulating only there. Jotaro groans before throwing his head back and breathing heavily, "just like that," he says and I stare at his Adam's apple that bobs with each noise he let's out.
   The butterflies had just settled down when I started but now they go haywire. Maybe I should try something else. When I let go he looks back at me confused why I stopped only to catch me taking off my shirt, "what are you doing?"
   I throw my shirt to the floor, "it was getting hot," I say before I lay dosn on my stomach in front of him.
   It's all about me. With the pad of my tongue I lick from his base to the head before putting it half way in my mouth making sure the pad of my tongue still on the shaft as I slowly bobbed my head on it.
   He releases a deep hearty groan as he slides up more and combs his fingers through my hair. He breaths heavily before he talks, "I-I'm gonna cum," he struggles out. I don't have time to take his cock out of my mouth before he comes, he trembles and his hand in my hair does it's best not to rip it out. When he looks down at me panting he puts his hand hand on my chin, "swallow it."
   Something in my core tingles and I obey the demand. It's gross but tolerable. He smiles and picks up his shirt to put it on but something in me dissatisfied and almost disappointed. "You're done?" I ask.
   "Yeah," he says and hands me my shirt, "we should get some sleep," he says.
   I hate boys. They never let me cum.