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lustastarte · 1 year ago

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♥ cabin | diegyjo ♥

genre: smut

heavy rain forces gyjo to room with diego for the night

published: 2020

!genderbent johnny!

written by request

"Shit, it's raining."

Joana sighed, wrapping her arms around Slow Dancer's neck for any form of heat. "Gyro, the more you talk, the more body heat you lose. Let's just find somewhere out of the rain to stay."

"We're twenty miles outside of the nearest town, Jojo."

"Surely there's somewhere we can stay- Who's that?"

Joana squinted her eyes, pointing to an advancing figure in the distance, identity masked by heavy rainfall and darkness.

"Who's there?" No answer.

"Hey! Who are you?" Gyro signaled Valkyrie to move forward. Joana held tightly to Slow Dancer's reigns, ready to turn and flee if need be.

"Zeppeli? Joestar? Is that you?"

"Diego?"

He came ever closer, teal sweater showing through the rain. "Why are you guys out here?"

"Why do you wanna kn-?"

"We were traveling, but now we're trying to find somewhere to stay," Joana explained, interrupting Gyro and pulling herself even closer to her trusted traveling companion, sticking her frozen nose in Slow Dancer's long, coarse mane to try to get the feeling back.

"I have room in the cabin I found earlier, it's not far from here," Diego offered, moving closer with Silver Bullet.

"Jojo, can I talk to you for a second?"

Joana turned her head and nodded at Gyro, who moved in to whisper in her ear. "Isn't it a little odd to you that your former... whatever you two were- is inviting you and your boyfriend to stay with him?"

"No, not particularly. I think he's trying to be nice, Gyro. Just because he's my old lover doesn't mean you have to be rude to him, I'd actually like if you guys could be friends-"

"Diego? NICE? Are you insane?"

"Do you want to freeze? You're welcome to stay out here, but I'm going with him," Joana hissed, teeth chattering and hands going numb from cold.

Silver Bullet turned to guide them back to the borrowed cabin. Minutes later, Diego steered his trusty steed into a vacant storage shed behind the cabin, motioning for Gyro and Joana to do the same. After securing them inside the building, the three ran to the cabin, Gyro carrying Joana, Diego holding the door for them.

"Do you have any spare clothes? I only have boxers and one robe with me," he said after quickly shutting the door.

Joana shook her head as she was placed on the floor in front of the fireplace. "I don't have anything, it all got wet..."

"Do you want my robe then?"

"No, it's okay, I don't want you having to walk around without anything but underwear-"

"I'll be fine, you've seen it before, anyway," Diego teased, earning an annoyed grunt from Gyro. "I'd rather you be dry than me. Zeppeli, do you have extras?"

"I have sleep pants and extra boxers, I'm okay. I have a sleep shirt if you'd like it," Gyro paused, taking his soaked hat off. "It might be long though."

Diego rolled his eyes. "That'd be great, I look good in dresses," he retorted. "You're missing out on a great view though~"

"Not in a million years," Gyro gagged, pulling the clothes out and hurdling the shirt at Diego. "We need to get out of these clothes before we get hypothermia."

"I need help," Joana muttered, a little embarrassed. "I can get my top off but not anything else..."

"Let's get a fire started real quick so when we help you, you can be warming up while we're changing," Diego suggested, weakly chucking wood into the fireplace, pulling two rocks out out of his pocket and using them to spark a flame.

The two boys came to Joana's aid, hanging up each article of clothing next to the fire. Pulled her unbuttoned shirt off her frozen shoulders, hung it up. Slid the soaked skirt off her mud-soiled, knee length shorts, hung it up. Peeled the formerly white shorts off her cold, pale legs, hung it up.

"Do you want to keep your-... you know," Diego looked away, face red, frantically searching for the robe. "Your- Your knickers on?"

Joana realized the position she was in, sitting nearly naked in front of two attractive men, unable to do anything but cover her bare chest and try to hide in her hair.

"I can't, they're wet too."

"Oh, right..." he walked over with the robe, handing it over to an extremely jealous Gyro, who lifted Joana, wrapped the robe around her shoulders, and slid it underneath her hips as Diego tugged the water-compromised boy shorts down her legs. Joana quickly covered the front of her body with the oversized garment, tying a neat bow with the securing ribbons.

"Thank you both," she said, looking up at the two men. They smiled back at her and began to undress themselves, hanging their clothes up just like they did with hers. Shirt off, hang it up. Pants off, hang them up. Boxers off, hang them up. Joana tried to keep her eyes glued to her hands as the undressed boys walked back and forth, grabbing the clothes they needed and pinning the wet ones up. Not long after, a shirtless Gyro sat down next to her, Diego and his oversized shirt drawing water from a basin to boil.

"Tea or coffee?"

"Tea, but try not to ruin it, will you?"

"It's no problem," Diego snarled through his teeth.

"Hey, that's enough you two!"

"Sorry," the two mumbled, throwing angry glances at one another.

"And If it's not too much trouble, coffee would be nice..."

He nodded, placing the kettle over the fire and sitting on the other side of her. She felt her face heat up as she flicked her eyes from one to the other. Gyro's muscular chest was one of her favorite things, but so were Diego's toned legs. She placed her face in her hands upon seeing small red dots speckling both boys. Those places were hot spots for mosquitos, and for good reason.

"Joana? Are you okay? Your coffee's ready love."

She snapped her head back up when Diego accidentally placed a hand on her knee in an attempt to give her her coffee.

"Oh, sorry! I wasn't looking-"

"Yeah, you've been acting sketchy," Gyro observed, purposefully interrupting and taking his cup of tea from Diego with a sarcastic, but grateful nod.

"Well- I just- um..."

Gyro and Diego looked at one another in heated jealousy for a moment before realizing, their gazes softening. Diego looked at the floor as Gyro cleared his throat.

"It's okay, we- we know."

"Sorry, don't worry about me, I know this is weird enough as it is," Joana apologized, playing with her fingers. "Anyway um- It's still really cold in here..."

"Do you want to wrap up with me?"

She grinned, queueing Gyro to pull her toward him and wrap them both in a blanket he found lying around. Diego slid closer to the fire, Joana's heat now gone from his side.

"Dio?" He looked up. "Do you want to join us?"

His face flushed, burning hotter than the fire next to him. "If- um... If it's okay with Zep- Gyro," he answered, making eye contact with the other man, who nodded.

"Come here."

Diego wasted no time in making his way over there, sliding under Gyro's arm and wrapping his arm around the two. Joana pulled him closer, and Gyro pulled them both toward him.

They sat in silence for the longest time, until Joana pulled her head out of Gyro's neck.

"I'm still cold."

"We're as close as we can all get, Jojo."

"I know," she sighed. "My hands and feet are numb." She reached out to touch them so she could say she couldn't feel it. When her hand stopped moving, the two men had frozen. "Guys?"

Gyro looked at her, eyes wide. "You really c-can't feel them, huh."

"Did I hurt you? What about you, Dio?"

"I- ah, I'm great- I'm great!" He nodded furiously, ears and all becoming red again. "It's just that- well- your hands-"

She looked down, face mimicking Diego's. She lifted her hand. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to touch your thigh, Gyro, did I get your-? Shit! I'm so so sorry-"

"It's okay, it's not like you haven't touched us before."

"Yeah but- I just- And now- I'm so sorry."

"It's fine, love," Diego muttered. "We can fix it, you didn't break us or anything."

"Yeah, we'll be okay."

"I'll fix it, I feel bad!"

"Do you know what we're talking abo-?"

"Yes. I wanna help."

Diego shook his head. "You can help him and I'll just go to a different room, you're with him-"

"I wanna help you both."

"...W-Why?"

"Because I really like both of you... I never got you out of my head and Gyro wasn't just a rebound, I had fallen for him too..."

"Oh," they said in unison.

"It's okay if you're not okay with it, I just-"

"I'm fine with it," Gyro shyly interrupted. Diego's eyes widened. "I wouldn't mind having you both."

The British boy just nodded, mouth going dry at the Italian's comments.

"I thought-... I thought you were jealous of me?"

"I was," Gyro admitted. "Until Joana explained her feelings."

Joana's cheeks became a dusted pink shade as she fixed her robe. "Can I kiss you guys?" She leaned forward when the boys nodded, kissing them both lovingly. The three of them stared into each others' faces, their gaze becoming heated.

Gyro kissed Joana's cheek before going in for a full make out session, and Diego busied himself on her neck. She sighed in pleasure, skin chilled. Both hands, with fistfuls of hair pulled them closer, begging for more. The Italian slid her up into his lap, where she faced Diego and presented her back to him. The boys switched roles, Gyro now focused on Joana's neck and Diego fighting her tongue for dominance. She shivered when the Brit's hands slid from her waist to her hips, rubbing circles into her hips with his thumbs as the Italian's hands made their way to her small chest.

Joana whimpered into Diego's mouth, one hand trailing his body while the other pulls Gyro's hands closer to her, pushing one of his hands under the robe and onto her chest. Diego untied the ribbons so the other man could easily slip it off Joana's shoulders. She took a deep breath in as the cold air hit her pale torso. It was quickly blocked by Gyro's large hands, which massaged her breasts, and Diego's warm mouth, which covered her stomach in purple splotches. The British man looked up into the Italian's eyes for silent permission, and received it. One of Gyro's hands followed Diego's as they moved in between her legs, her stomach tying itself into knots.

Gyro spread Joana's legs, massaging her thighs as Diego went to work with his tongue. Flattened, he drug his head from bottom to top, barely touching her and driving her wild. She may not be able to move, but she can still feel it. She doesn't know how long she'll last when he kicks it up and goes down on her the way he used to because she can't move her hips to postpone an orgasm. She whines, forcefully pulling on a fistful of Diego's yellow-blonde and Gyro's dirty blonde hair when Diego added pressure, making sure to lightly brush against her clit.

She whimpered softly, tossing her head back onto Gyro's shoulder as Diego's tongue stopped twirling around her, and he attached his mouth to her instead, sucking and kissing her clit gently as he slipped in one finger, then another almost instantly.

"Ah, fuck," Joana took a deep breath in. "Please."

Gyro lifted an eyebrow. "Please what?"

She responded with a whine, leading Diego to slowly slide his fingers out, angling them upward as he slides back in.

"Ah- Ah," she breathed, and he curled his fingers to rub her G-spot as Gyro licked and sucked on her neck.

"Please- Please fuck m-me," she begs an hour later, after being edged over and over and teased into near madness. Diego lifted her up, holding her just long enough for Gyro to release his constrained cock. He guided himself into Joana as Diego placed her back on his lap. She was frantically cursing under her breath, head still slung over Gyro's shoulder. The Brit stood, beginning to back up.

"N-No... want you too," she gasped, sending chills down Diego's back.

"How?"

"In my mouth."

The boy's eyes darkened, and he glides over to her, shedding his boxers in the process.

When he stopped in front of her, she greedily took his cock in her mouth, moaning in surprise around him as Gyro lifted her hips and placed her back down. A hand in her hair, and hands on her hips, Joana's body tingled, sparking with excitement as they took her. She could hear Gyro's low grunts behind her and Diego's soft gasps and cursing above her, and it all went to her head.

The Italian sped up, and Joana choked on Diego, but it only turned her on even more. She swallowed around him before lifting to lick right underneath his head, making him groan and buck into her mouth.

"F-Fuck, Joana-"

She took the chance to tease him, knowing that was what gets him off. "Aww, did you miss that?"

Gyro picked his pace up once again, groaning and biting into Joana's neck and shoulder, trying to stay quiet.

Joana whined again, tangling a hand in Gyro's hair and squeezing Diego's thigh.

Diego sighed in frustration as she pulled off. "Jojo," he pouted.

"I know what I'm doing, Dio. I don't want to suck you o-off, I want you to- Ngh," she paused for a second after Gyro changed his angle. "I want you to f-fuck me too, please."

"Both of us?"

She nodded and Gyro slowed to a stop. He moaned quietly when Diego once again inserted a finger, pleasuring them both. He slipped in another two, Joana gasping his name and Gyro whispering, "God, Diego-"

Removing his fingers, he lined himself up with her hole, all three of them seeing stars as he pushed in.

"I like this position," he commented. "I get to watch both of your faces. Watch pretty little Joana get absolutely ruined, and cool Gyro lose his mind." With that, he began moving, stringing Gyro along with him. Joana cried out, them immediately hitting her g-spot.

"How do you want it?"

"F-Fast, please, Dio, Gyro, I'm begging!"

"If you say so," Gyro responded, snapping his hips up into her. Diego followed, timing in opposition with Gyro's, increasing the pleasure for all three of them.

"Ah, ah-ah, ah!" Joana clawed Diego's back, and Gyro dug his dull fingernails into her hips.

Each time either of the boys made a noise, it brought Joana closer to her climax.

"Ha-ah- 's so good, fuck, it feels s-so g- ah~!"

"Fuck," Diego leaned down, moving faster. Gyro pulled him into a kiss, throwing him off. Joana was too blissed out to do anything but moan loudly and claw at Diego's back.

"Damn," the Italian panted. "You're good at that."

"I try- Hah," Diego groaned, feeling Joana tighten around him.

"Don't stop! Please I- ah! I'm so- Ah, fuck, s-so close," Joana moaned weakly, eyes glazed over and nearly rolled all the way back, mouth stuck open.

The two sped up again, and clawing against them, Joana came around them, crying out their names.

It took all the boys had not to come then and there. They pulled out, shuddering. Overstimulated and begging for release, their bodies felt like they were going to fall apart. Diego began toward an empty room to finish himself off, but was stopped.

"Where're you going?"

"Oh," Diego turned to respond to the other man. "I was gonna go finish myself off, yeah?"

"Why don't we just finish each other?"

"Really?"

Gyro nodded, walking over and pressing their lips together, his hand finding its way to the other's dick. Diego's hips twitched when he touched him, and Gyro's did the same in response to Diego's fingers. They wrapped their hands around one another's cocks, not hesitating to rut up into the other's hand, moaning into the rare space between their lips.

"Mmm- Gyro, I-"

"Me too," Gyro said, quickly fucking into Diego's hand.

"Ah fuck, ah fuck, ah- ah- Fuck~~!"

Gyro came a few seconds after, leaning against the wall to keep his balance. “Wow...”

”Yeah, wow,” Gyro sighed. “At least we’re not gonna get hypothermia.”

Diego laughed. “Damn right,” he snorted before picking his underwear up out of the floor. Joana was already asleep when the boys began putting their clothes back on, and when they wrapped their arms around her, snuggling under the blanket to keep warm, she sighed contentedly in her sleep, and received a soft, gentle kiss on each cheek.

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