Midnight Walks

Infinite Moments

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT, PANIC ATTACKS

I must've looked like a total mess to the rest of the Crusaders the moment we arrived at the motel and they announced they only had four beds left. I felt my cheeks grow warm as Mr. Joestar muttered something about me using Hierophant to make some kinda hammock, to which I nodded absentmindedly; knowing full well there's no way that could work. Our usual pairings ensued and soon I found myself holed up in a room with a boy nearly bigger than the square footage of the space we shared.
He shot a glance at me, amused. "A hammock...with Hierophant?" We burst out laughing, partially from nervousness, partially from how ludicrous the thought really was. I really liked JoJo's laugh. I didn't get to hear it much during the day, so the moment we were alone together I loved to listen to the deep sound that could only be described as a shy giggling. I still couldn't grasp how somebody so huge acted so cute and gentle when we were alone.
"Oh come on, JoJo, you know you don't have a problem with getting me in your bed," I winked.
His ears were tinted pink as he jabbed back, "Yeah, well I guess it's a little better than having to share it with Gramps."
"Gross, that doesn't make me feel special at all."
"Aww, you don't feel special enough Nori?" he teased, reaching forwards to twirl the longer piece of my hair in mock sincerity. I shot him a fake-angry glare as I pulled away, though I secretly loved the feeling of his hand in my hair.
We slung our jackets over the one, both knowing I wouldn't be sleeping there tonight. I watched a little more obviously as JoJo changed into his pajamas, to which his cheeks flushed and he shut himself in the tiny bathroom. "Oh, come on, you're ruining the show!" I pouted, to which he laughed dryly in reply.
The beginning of the night followed suit to the most, neither of us wanting to fall asleep. We played a game where we folded a paper in half and both drew one half of a drawing, unable to continue when we were thrown into a hysterical fit of laughter after producing an image of Avdol in a very skimpy maid outfit and the real Avdol came by to tell us to shut up. I continued drawing quietly, perfecting the anatomy of maid Avdol and slipping it into Jotaro's coat pocket when he was absorbed in an old movie. I'd like to try and see him maintain his cool exterior when he discovers that tomorrow.
High on the ever-so-enjoyable quest to turn Jotaro's ears pink with embarrassment, I casually slid over in bed and threw an arm around his shoulder. He ripped his eyes off the film and stared at me in shock. I watched him out of the corner of my eye as I turned towards the screen in feigned indifference. I decided to push him further as I yawned, resting my shoulder in his neck, burying my face into the crook of his neck as I continued.
That was obviously the line. He grabbed my face with one hand, turning my head with a little too much force as he kissed me hard. I smiled and leaned in, kissing him deeply as he ran a hand up my back and rested it on the back of my neck. We had no problem with rhythm, having gotten plenty of practice out in the desert. The bed was far more comfortable as he pressed me down and got on top. I felt shivers run down my spine, and finally it wasn't because of sand in my shirt.
I smiled in the kiss and pushed him off, asking him to roll over. Maybe it'd be hotter to roll him over, but I honestly couldn't move him like that if I tried. I saw his eyes widen as I took his arms and pinned them above his head. Though he could fight me off if he wanted, he remained frozen, looking adorably flustered. I kissed him deeply like before, tongues in each other's mouths as we continued to explore what it was like. I pulled off his lips, and ever so gently kissed down his jaw, earning a soft gasp. I dragged my lips over his hot skin and made contact with his neck, beginning to kiss him deeply as before. Instantly, a low moan escaped his mouth, shocking me, and I pulled away. His face looked absolutely mortified, but I smiled and kept kissing his neck, earning more soft moans. I was surprised by the way his voice hitched when my lips met the crook of his neck and his shoulder, and I gently pulled and sucked at the skin, which absolutely drove him wild.
I was careful to make sure I was far down his shoulders before I began sucking hard, leaving little marks and he squirmed and whined under me. I remained thankful that Jotaro never took off his jacket. I lifted one of my hands off of his pinned wrists, dragging my fingers down his chest and tracing his side to his hips slowly. I pulled my hand away as he began to shake with laughter. His adorableness was becoming absurd. I relocated the hand directly on his hip, to which he shuddered.
"N...Nori-" he was cut off by a gasp as I kissed down his chest gently. I traced a hand down his hip more as he shook rapidly. "Nori..." Slowly, I moved my hand down, gently so I touched his thigh. Instantly, the spell was broken as he shoved me off of him, backing up quickly.
"Wh-what? What's wrong?" I asked quickly as he drew further away from me, pulling his knees to his chest defensively. He looked terrified as he shook violently, eyes darting away from me. I felt my heart break in horror as I realized what I'd done. "Oh my god, oh my god, I'm so sorry," I gasped, reaching a hand out, then pulling back, realizing he probably didn't wanna be touched. "Was that too much? I should've asked, I'm sorry-"
"N-no it's...it's fine. It's not your fault I'm just...being stupid," he gasped between words in shaky breaths. I felt disgusted with myself, unable to believe I'd made him so upset. I recognized his behaviourisms from the hours I spent alone in the school bathroom in middle school, shaking and holding my own knees as the world seemed to crumble around me.
"I think you're having a panic attack. Breathe, ok?" I whispered. I yearned for nothing more than to hold him tightly, but there was no way I was gonna touch him after that. "Focus on what you can see., what you can hear. Ground yourself to what's real." I saw him look around rapidly, blinking in a failing attempt to contain his tears. I ignored the way my heart ached deeply to focus on him. Slowly, his shaky breathing slowed, and he was silent.
"I'm sorry..." he said quietly. "It really wasn't you," he assured me, outstretching a hand to rest on mine. I hesitated, but took it, holding him like he was made of porcelain and any sudden movement could cause him to slip from my grasp and shatter.
"Hey, really, it's okay. You don't have to apologize. What happened?"
He shifted uncomfortably, then sighed and it came rolling out his lips. "I guess I've always felt a little...uncomfortable with that sort of thing. I don't know, it's stupid, but I was always worried about it and maybe we could just wait a bit? Yeah it's stupid, okay. I'm too old for this shut, I should just-"
"Hey, no. Don't worry about it." Slowly, I moved so I was next to him leaning up against the headboard. "We've got so much time to do this. We can wait until this is all over, yeah? Even longer if you need." I ran my thumb over his wrist and he smiled "I just wanna be here with you," I added cringing a little at my words as he laughed, but he leaned onto my shoulder anyways. His hair was soft, and tickled my neck.
I pulled up the covers, laying back onto the soft and way too small bed, giggling as he moved closer to me. I draped an arm over him, and saw him flash an expression that made me think he felt the way I did when I wore his jacket. Small. All of a sudden, I had this overwhelming desire to go home. To be with him, and just be normal teenagers having a sleepover and worrying about their mom walking in on them getting cozy together. I'd fight for as long as necessary though, to make sure Jotaro's mind was at peace and his mother was safe.
And on that night, with the sweetest boy I'd met in my arms, I dreamed of the infinite moments I yearned to spend with him, in normalcy. Maybe one day...