#does anyone know what josukes and okuyasus ship name is

[sirfartvii]

Not enough AUs around here… (reqs pls)

[noknockingonmydoor]

❤ you know for who 👁👁 / @multavia​

Dating:

Where was their first official date? Something sweet and simple and inconspicuous like getting coffee/eating out and going for a walk in the evening

What is their favorite date location? Josuke says any date location is favourite as long as Rohan is there, Rohan would roll his eyes but he agrees

How many dates before their first kiss? They kissed long before going on an actual date

Who asked who out first? Josuke, ofc. Rohan just didn’t want to push anything

How many dates before they considered each other a couple? By the time they went on their first official date it was very clear that they were exclusive

Friends:

How many mutual friends do they have? There’s the Duwang gang, and... yeah.

Which one of their friends is most likely to get in between an argument between the ship? Okuyasu would be very protective of Josuke and whenever he heard about Rohan starting drama he’d be more than ready to settle it mano a mano, except Josuke would calm him down. Koichi would have to listen to both sides complain and at some point he’d just be like “I’m not going to listen to this crap anymore, just TALK to each other”

Which one has more friends? Josuke, undoubtedly

Which one has introduced the other to more people? Josuke, yet again

Did they start out as friends and made their way to a couple, or were they a couple almost right away? This is a classic tale of enemies to tolerant to neutral to weird tensions to friends to lovers

Arguments:

What do they argue about the most? Mostly it’s Rohan picking fights by spinning a roulette wheel and deciding what grinds his gears

How do they usually solve their disagreements? Josuke tries his best to please Rohan, after which Rohan feels guilty, and they try to talk things through

Do they argue a lot or not very often? In the beginning it’s a looooot but as time goes on they figure each other out and it’s much less frequent

Who admits to being wrong more often? Josuke, even when he’s not wrong

Sex:

Who is more likely to initiate sex? Rohan. It’s become a habit since Josuke is rly shy and insecure about it in the beginning

Do they prefer to do it in a bed, or do they prefer a chair, or perhaps the shower?  Maybe other spots? In the beginning, just the bed, later on whenever wherever Rohan throws himself at Josuke

Do they practice any kind of bdsm in the bedroom at all and if so, what kinds? Maybe on the occasion that Rohan asks for it and if Josuke is feeling up to it

Who’s usually more dominant in the bedroom? Most of the time, Rohan is a bossy, demanding power bottom and Josuke is happy to follow the lead

Lights on or off? At first Josuke insisted on lights being off, but Rohan wanted them on, so they settled for dim lights

Do they share any kinks? Their sex life is mostly vanilla but they both like tying up/restraining, maybe blindfolding one another from time to time

Does either one have any kinks that they don’t have in common with the other?  Unlike Rohan, Josuke isn’t particularly kinky and is awkward about many things Rohan is into, but he tries his best here and there to experiment

Have they ever had sex anywhere public before? Rohan maaaybe manages to egg Josuke on like once or twice to have sex somewhere weird, maybe

Who would be most likely to suggest bringing in a third person and who would that person be? Neither would be into that

Cuddling:

When are they most likely to cuddle? Whenever Josuke initiates it and if Rohan isn’t in one of his ‘no touch me im angy’ moods

Where is their favorite place to cuddle? Rohan sitting in Josuke’s lap on the sofa while they watch tv or smth

Who’s usually the big spoon? Josuke

Do they cuddle often? As time goes on, yes

Marriage:

Are they married?  If not, is it something that could happen between them? It could very much happen, yes

If they are married, where did they get married at?  If not married, what is their dream wedding location? Rohan would fantasise about an extravagant, expensive, luxurious wedding, while all that Josuke needs is for all his friends and family to be there

If married, who proposed to who?  If not married, who would be more likely to propose to who? Josuke is more likely to propose because of who he is as a person

If they are married, which one moved in with the other?  If not married, who would be more likely to move in with the other? Josuke with Rohan since he’s got a big ass house all to himself and Josuke practically already lives there

Children:

Do they have kids?  If not, would they consider having kids? Josuke wants kids, definitely. Rohan... he wouldn’t mind... but it’s complicated since they’re both dudes and idk if adoption would be viable bc of the circumstances

How many kids do they have?  If no kids, how many kids would they want to have? I think Josuke’d want more than one kid because he’s an only child. Rohan would say anything more than two is way too much

What are the children’s names?  If no kids, what would they name their kids? Josuke would deffo wanna name his kid after his grandpa, and Rohan would name them after some fictional character ngl (like Usagi or Akira or some character from Pink Dark Boy)

Random:

What are three random headcannons you have about the ship that are not related to romance or sex? 1. They’re really caring about each other and would drop whatever they were doing to comfort/help out each other 2. They have a lot of weird, stupid inside jokes that no one else understands 3. Josuke picks up and carries Rohan in his arms once jokingly and ever since whenever Rohan wants to feel pampered and like a prince he demands to be carried around inside the house. God forbid Josuke does it in front of anyone else, tho

Which one is more likely to suggest getting pets? Josuke like a month into the relationship and Rohan would be like ‘oh HELL no take a big step back stud’

Which one eats more snack foods? Josuke

What is their favorite movie to watch together? Grease--well, at least Josuke likes when they watch it and teases Rohan by singing along with the songs and comparing them to the main characters :P 

What is their favorite tabletop game to play together? Whatever it is, it’s not something competitive bc Rohan can be a very sore loser

What are your three absolute favorite things about this ship? 1. They’re so different but they can learn a lot from each other and give each other what they actually NEED 2. Enemies to lovers is always fun to explore 3. All the tensions and awkward moments and mixed signals bottled up in the beginning at some point just EXPLODE and bro i’m living to see that 

What is one thing you don’t like about this ship? How mean and controlling Rohan gets and how Josuke would bend over backwards to make him happy even at times he doesn’t deserve it

If you had to rate this ship on a scale of 1-10, what would you give it? 10/10 I have unexpectedly become Josuhan trash, thank you val for showing me the light and being so fun to talk to and plot with and write with :D

[blueflamebird]

Jotaro isn’t the best at giving advice, except when he is

fandom: JJBA

ship: Josuyasu

summary:  Josuke goes to jotaro for some advice on his feelings for his best friend. He learns a thing or two about his family as a result

Rating: G

Jotaro was many things. He was the one who took down DIO. He was stoic and hard to read. He was passionate in all he did.

The one thing he was not, was easy to talk to. He knew that for a fact.

Which is why he felt a bit justified when Josuke’s sudden statement had him inhale tea into the wrong pipe, he spit it out in surprise all over Josuke, coughing in an attempt to get a breath of air.

The two were in a coffee shop, sitting outside at a two chaired table to enjoy the summer weather. So Jotaro’s outburst got him a few stares.

“O-oi!! Watch the hair!”

“Star platinum, The World!”

As time halted, Jotaro coughed until he managed to dislodge the tea from his lungs. Jotaro took a deep breath, fixing his hat and coat as Star Platinum grabbed a tissue and wiped Josuke’s face, taking care of his hair.

“Time resumes.”

Josuke blinked in surprise, feeling his face and hair for any tea, before seeming to figure that Jotaro stopped time to compose himself. People continued to go about their conversations and business as if nothing happened, and Jotaro was glad no one in Morioh seemed to find them out of place.

The two sat in a tense silence, Josuke fidgeting as Jotaro simply gave him an unreadable, intense stare. Eventually, Jotaro got tired of the silence.

“I’m sorry...what?”

Josuke seemed to deflate at having to repeat himself, his face turning pink. “I-I said, I think I’m in love with Okuyasu.”

Jotaro let the words sink in, albeit more composed than when Josuke blurted it out the first time. He wouldn’t admit that he didn’t really know what to do. He wasn’t exactly the easiest person to talk to. He figured Josuke would’ve gone to his mother, or Koichi, or someone who wasn’t him. Not that he didn’t want to help he just...didn’t know how.

“Have you told him?”

Josuke sputtered. “WHAT?? NO! And freak him out?? No thanks.”

Jotaro raised an eyebrow at Josuke in silent question, and Josuke reddened again as he explained himself. “It’s just, Oku is my best friend, you know? And I don’t want to ruin that. But I just can’t help but notice how cute his smile is, or how much I want to kiss him and hold his hand and other sappy stuff like that.”

Jotaro was silent, giving Josuke an unwavering stare that had the younger Jojo squirming in his seat. After a few minutes he realized Josuke wasn’t going to continue, and Josuke wasn’t going to leave. With a defeated sigh, Jotaro slumped minutely in his seat.

“Good grief. Why didn’t you go to your mom? Or Koichi? I’m sure they can handle this much better than I can.”

Josuke fiddled with his own tea absently. “Normally I’d go to Oku but I can’t phrase it without getting flustered or risking him finding out. Koichi’s great but I don’t want him to slip up and tell Oku, or worse Yukaku. And I love my mom but I’m kind of hesitant to bring up matters of love with her, because then she starts talking about Joseph and then she gets all down. And I’d rather Crazy D punch me in the face than to go to Rohan or the old man, so that leaves you.”

Jotaro considered this, watching as Josuke did his best to avoid awkward eye contact. Crap, Jotaro didn’t think he’d have to deal with this until Jolyne got older, and even then he could intimidate anyone who got to close to her usually. And if he didn’t Star Platinum could.

Jotaro tried to think, but all his experiences with love weren’t exactly positive. Kakyoin died before anything could really progress with them, and he was on his way to getting a divorce with Jolyne’s mother.

Josuke was biting his lip, obviously waiting for Jotaro to react in some way, so Jotaro sighed in defeat. “You know I’m not exactly good at this.”

Josuke glanced up and sighed, pouting almost childishly. “Yeah, I figured. It was worth a shot though. Just...forget I said anything, ok? You can punch me with Star Platinum or something and make this less awkward.”

“Kakyoin died before I could tell him.”

Josuke’s eyes went wide, “What?? Jotaro, you don’t have to-”

“Let me finish.”

The firm statement had Josuke’s mouth shutting with an audible click. Taking a deep breath, Jotaro continued.

“It was...during the fight with Dio. That Kakyoin died. I wasn’t with him, the old man was. But I just remember getting so pissed off. It’s never been easy for me to show how I feel, and I would never get the chance with him. Of course I took out my anger on Dio, but after everything was said and done, I was still alone with my feelings, never knowing if he felt the same way.”

Josuke was silent, looking down at his tea with a mix of guilt and grief. Jotaro didn’t want or need his pity, what happened happened, so he continued speaking.

“I met him when he was under DIO’s mind control. Like Okuyasu with you, Kakyion was my enemy too at first.”

Josuke sat up a little straighter, picking up his tea. “Ok, how did you two become friends?”

Jotaro waited until Josuke took a big gulp of tea before responding, “I beat the shit out of him.”

Josuke promptly choked, and Jotaro stopped time long enough to move his seat exactly two inches to the right. When time resumed, Josuke spat his tea out where Jotaro was previously sitting.

“Can you not meet anyone without punching them, Jotaro?!”

“Apparently not.”

Josuke grumbled to himself, rubbing his cheek as if remembering their own first encounter. Jotaro let him linger in his thoughts, taking a small sip of his own tea before continuing.

“The old man was the same way.”

That seemed to get Josuke’s attention again, his eyes going back up to look at Jotaro in interest.

“Gramps told me after Kakyoin and the others died. He had a friend named Caesar Zeppeli, they were close and the old man was in love with him. The only difference is that Gramps actually went after him, so he knew the feeling was mutual. They got into an argument right before their big battle, and Caesar went alone to fight. He died as a result.”

Josuke looked down at his tea again guiltily. “I had no idea Mr. Joestar went through something like that.”

“There’s a lot about him you don’t know.” At Josuke’s flinch, Jotaro corrected himself. “It’s not your fault, he’s far from perfect, but he’s had his battles. Even I don’t know the whole story. Granny Susie says he went through a lot in his younger years. He was only a year or two older than I was when I fought DIO when he had his battle and lost Caesar. Grandfather or not, I wouldn’t respect him if he wasn’t at least somewhat deserving of it.”

Josuke seemed to think over this newfound information for a while before he sighed in defeat. “Both you and Mr. Joestar lost the ones you were in love with. I almost did too. I was so scared when I thought I couldn’t heal him. I didn’t want to accept it, that I lost someone else important to me because I couldn’t fix him. That’s why I want to confess. But...I just don’t know how.”

Jotaro knew nothing about Jonathan Joestar, the one DIO’s body belonged to, the one Joseph obviously respected. But Jotaro did know anyone who shared the Joestar bloodline was doomed to a sort of fate. Doomed to have their life in danger, to lose people close to them. It was passed to his grandfather, then to him, and now it seemed Josuke had to bear the burden as well.

“So wait, does this mean we’re all gay?” Josuke suddenly asked.

“No.” Curt, almost angry.

“But-”

“Bisexuality is a thing.”

Josuke pouted, but seemed to accept Jotaro’s abrupt answers.

After a moment of silence, Jotaro tried, “Why don’t you just be upfront with it? Okuyasu isn’t very bright minded, but he holds a great deal of passion. He obviously cares about you.”

Josuke visibly swallowed, brushing an invisible stray hair back into his pompadour. “Oku hasn’t exactly had a good past with people caring about him and all. He might not even like me back.”

“All the more reason to tell him. He will know he’s cared for, even if he doesn’t return the sentiment. Loving someone who doesn’t love you is painful, but doesn’t he deserve to at least know the truth, after all of this? He almost died and he is still friends with you, he won’t leave because of a confession.”

Josuke seemed to have no argument against Jotaro’s words, seeming to reluctantly agree.

“Besides,” Jotaro added. “He’s obviously in love with you. The both of you are so into each other but so clueless it’s annoying.”

Josuke blushed, “Ok but, even so, how will I confess.”

“How would I know?”

“Ugh, you’re no help!”

“You know how you blurted it out to me in the beginning?”

“Yeah so?”

“Do that.”

“JOTARO!” Josuke whinned. Jotaro fought a smirk.

“What?”

“I can’t!”

“Why not?”

“BECAUSE IT’S OKUYASU!”

“So?”

“UGH! You’re absolutely no help.” Josuke whined, and Jotaro covered his smirk with a sigh.

Jotaro stood up and digging into his coat for his wallet. He dug out enough cash for both their drinks and a tip, throwing it on the table to signify this conversation was over. He still had a thesis to write after all.

“Good grief. You can face the likes of Yoshikage Kira but you can’t handle a schoolboy crush. Just tell him, Josuke. I haven’t led you wrong yet, I’m not leading you wrong now. The boy obviously likes you, you just need to be upfront with how you feel.”

Josuke shuddered at Kira’s name, but stood up as well with a sigh.

“You’re probably right.”

Jotaro wanted to say he knew he was right, but withheld the comment as Josuke combed back his hair and fixed his uniform.

“I just need to be brave.” Josuke continued. “Uh...thank you Jotaro. I know this was probably awkward for you.”

Very awkward, but again, Jotaro kept his comments to himself. Instead he gave Josuke a nod, and bid his farewell with a simple “good luck.”

Josuke watched as his nephew’s enormous figure disappeared into the crowd of people. With a sigh, he nervously walked through the streets of Morioh.

Because if one thing was for certain, Jotaro was right. He didn’t want to spend his days wondering if Okuyasu felt the same way. He almost lost him once, he was going to make sure nothing like that ever happened again, and he was going to make sure he had no regrets when it came to his best friend.

And so, with renewed vigor and determination, Josuke made his way to Okuyasu’s house.

[ylla]

Friday Night Gurus - Chapter 5

Series: JJBA Ships: josuyasu, koichi/yukako (others will eventually happen too, but im tagging as i go) Tags: celebrity au, modern au, pining, recreational drug use (smoking that wacky tabaccy), meeting some of the fam, dirty talk, dicc succing, josuke and okuyasu go on a learning journey together Rating: E (YEAHHHH TIME FOR SOME SEXY STUFF)

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LONG TIME, NO SEE. Sorry for taking 10000 years to update. I’ve got a 20 hour unpaid internship, 20 hour work week, and a full class load on top of it all. I’m slowly losing my mind! :’D But, I’ve been plugging along at this for awhile, and now it is bearing fruit, so I hope that you all will enjoy the new chapter. I can’t give a time frame of when I’ll have the next one up, as I absolutely have to update TMBTP and also finish a commission, but hopefully it will be sooner than later!

Also, fair warning, this chapter is where the fic earns it’s explicit rating :’) I hope the smut isn’t awfully written, and if it is, it’s due to me hooting like a 12 year old the entire time I wrote it.

A FEW THINGS OF NOTE:

- manxom has given me the good content, and helped me flesh out FNG so much, that i gave them co-author status! They’re real, and strong, and my friend, and has really helped me shape the AU!

- puffle-tuff who is a friend and boi drew Oku and Josuke watching RHoA together! FOLLOW THEIR ART BLOG, THEY’RE SO GOOD! 

- emberandcelica made a spotify playlist for FNG, and it’s really good! So go check it out when you get the chance! 

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The worst part of being a world-famous musician, in Josuke’s opinion, was the tedious amount of boring business shit you ended up sitting through. Contracts, scheduling interviews, planning photoshoots; it felt endless at times. Really, being in the business of being yourself could be so dreadful, and Josuke avoided as much as he could. He was a busy man, with a 3 week young relationship with an amazing guy and a load of other horseshit to take care of. The only way Koichi could get him to stay in one place long enough to go over everything was to corner him while they ate at a restaurant, which was exactly what was happening at that moment as they waited for their significant others to appear. “Morioh Records wants you to come by sometime in October to talk about your contract with the new CEO,” Koichi passed Josuke the email he printed out. Josuke made a face while reading it before sliding it back across the table. Morioh Records was his label, and while they had always been good to him, Josuke hadn’t heard anything great about the new guy in charge. He scowled, “I’m good through the next year, why does he wanna talk to me about it already?” Koichi shrugged, “He wants to get all of his ducks in a row, I guess.” “What’s his name again?” “Kira Yoshikage.” “Never heard of him,” Josuke sniffed. “He was some anonymous board member that somehow got appointed as CEO when the other guy retired.” Koichi pulled out another piece of paper, “Last thing, I swear,” he quickly added when Josuke rolled his eyes so hard, they looked like they were about to pop out of his head, “Calvin Klein called, they wanna do another underwear ad campaign with you.” Josuke perked up at that, “Really? Hell yeah, I’m down.” “Thought you would be. I’ll email them and say you’re up for it,” Koichi looked at his phone with a slight frown, “I figured Yukako and Okuyasu would be here by now. Wonder where they are…” As if summoned by magic, Okuyasu and Yukako blew into the private room they were in. Oku had a strange look on his face as he plopped down in the chair beside Josuke, “Keicho has a girlfriend he didn’t tell me about,” he said in lieu of a greeting. Yukako pressed a kiss on Koichi’s forehead before sitting in the chair beside him, “He doesn’t have a girlfriend.” Okuyasu pointed a finger at her, “They go on dates. And you should’ve told me.” “They aren’t official, and it’s none of my business,” she replied, inspecting her nails. Josuke furrowed his eyebrows, “Wait, what?” Instead of responding, Okuyasu fished his phone out of his pocket, and opened up a text message before handing it off to Josuke, “It’s easier to just read it.” Clearly, it was something that was bothering his boyfriend; Josuke turned his eyes to a group chat titled DICKHEAD. Okuyasu: yooooo who wants to get wings with me tonight????? Okuyasu: keicho u gotta come with Big Bro💣: No. Okuyasu: well y the fuck not??? Big Bro💣: I’m busy. Okuyasu: too busy for ur little brother??? breakin my heart over here ;)n(; ☠Fungi☠: oku what the fuck is that face Okuyasu: ITS ME!!! IM SAD!!!! Okuyasu: bro what r u doin thats more important than eatin food ☠Fungi☠: yeah keicho, way to be transparent with your bros Big Bro💣: It’s none of your concern. Go eat gross shit with your boyfriend and don’t annoy me with it. :| A bunch of text messages were Okuyasu and Yuuya needling Keicho, with him responding with various ways of saying ‘shut the fuck up��, until Yukako spoke. YuYu Kakosho👊💥: He’s probably seeing that girl I caught him with back in March. Okuyasu: WHAT ☠Fungi☠: oh shit Toilet Hazmat🚽☣: kek Okuyasu: U DIDNT TELL ME??? Big Bro💣: Goddamn you, Yukako. You said you wouldn’t say anything.  YuYu Kakosho👊💥: I’m tired of having my phone blow up. Get it out of your systems now. ☠Fungi☠: you got a girlfriend, keicho?? Someone strike up the band Okuyasu: Y DIDNT U TELL US Big Bro💣: 1) She’s not my girlfriend, and 2) You two screaming is exactly why I didn’t. The rest of the messages were just Yuuya sending suggestive emojis and Keicho threatening to inflict violence upon his person. “Sooo, he’s seeing someone?” Josuke asked. Okuyasu scowled, “Yeah, that blonde-haired fuck. He didn’t tell me.” He sunk down in his chair, face sullen, “Why would he hide that from me?” “Because Keicho never tells anyone anything about his personal life,” Yukako interjected, face neutral. “I’m his brother—” She raised an eyebrow, “I’ve only known you people for three years, and I can see why Keicho Nijimura keeps everything close to the chest.” Koichi had busied himself with his phone, “Don’t take it to heart, he most likely has his reasons.” “Still, we’re all the only family we got left. I don’t wanna hear about things in his life from other people.” Yukako sighed exasperatedly, “If it makes you feel better, the only reason I know this is because I happened to see him with her at that coffee shop.” “What were they doing? What does she look like?” Josuke leaned in. He didn’t care about Keicho or his love life, but he sure did love hot gossip. “Talking. He had his hand on her arm, she was blushing and giggling. Typical flirting.” Yukako took a sip of Koichi’s tea, “She’s not like any of the other girls I’ve ever seen him with; no tattoos or piercings. Has long, curly brown hair, blue eyes, petite. I’d put her at about 5'2 or 5'3. Very pretty."  "Damn girl, you really have an eye for that kind of thing,” Josuke said thoughtfully, “How did he find out you knew and how did he buy your silence.” “Took a picture of them together, sent it to him later that night. Got a promise that he’d do me favors in exchange for me not repeating what I saw.” Josuke whistled, “Cold-blooded.” Yukako merely shrugged, “That’s the nature of the beast.” Okuyasu sighed, but said nothing. Josuke frowned a little at him, “Since you don’t really have plans, do you wanna get pizza with me and some of my family tonight?” Oku waved a hand, “Don’t need ya to take pity on me.” At that, Josuke rolled his eyes, “I’m not, I want you to come out with us. You gotta meet them anyways.” “Hmm…who’s gonna be there?” “Polnareff, his boyfriend, my nephew, his husband, and their daughter. Pol’s sister may be there too.” “…Does this place have wings?” “All you can eat.” Okuyasu smacked his hand on the table, grin replacing his scowl, “I’m sold.” “Good shit, I’ll let them know,” Josuke brushed his hand over the one Oku smacked down onto the table, “You’ll like 'em, they’re good people.” “Josuke,” Koichi interrupted, “I emailed the Calvin Klein people. They’re going to get in touch with us to schedule the shoot.” ���C-Calvin Klein?” Okuyasu stuttered. “Yeah, doing another underwear ad campaign for them.” “O-oh. That’s…good…” Okuyasu’s face was blood red.  Before Josuke could ask what was up, a waiter sprang up to take their orders. Questions for another time.

Meeting at Pineapple Larry’s Pizzeria for dinner, followed by a couple hours at the arcade was a tradition that dated back ten years. Originally it had just been Polnareff, his boyfriend, Josuke’s nephew, and his now husband, but then grew to include Pol’s little sister, Josuke’s niece, and Josuke himself.  When he and Okuyasu breezed in, Josuke was in the process of warning him that his nephew was taciturn, his niece would bully him into playing Street Fighter II, and that everyone was great, save for the fact that they liked to put pineapple on their pizza. Josuke couldn’t give anymore heads up when his 5 year old niece went flying into his boyfriend’s arms. “Oku!!!"  "Hey, it’s my favorite bunhead!” Okuyasu caught her in a hug, “How you been, Jolyne Cuisine?” “Good!” “Uh, what?” Josuke asked, perplexed.  Jolyne waved at her uncle, “Hi, uncle Josuke!” Okuyasu did a double take, “Uncle?” She looked between the two of them, “Uncle Josuke, do you know Oku too??” “Yeah, he’s my boyfriend–” Jolyne gasped and hugged Okuyasu harder, “Really?? Wowie, that’s awesome!” She grinned, her front left tooth missing, “Now I’m gonna have two cool uncles.” Josuke felt his face go crimson, and was only mildly relieved when he saw the same color mirrored on Oku’s face. A man with flaming red hair, cherry earrings, and tattoos strolled up to them, “Jo, don’t choke him.” “'Kay, daddy! I’m gonna tell pops that Oku’s here!!” She hopped down, and took off towards the back of the restaurant.  “Sorry, Okuyasu,” Noriaki Kujo smiled, “You know how she can get.” “S'fine, I uh, didn’t know you guys were related?” Noriaki laughed, “Yeah, Josuke’s technically my uncle.” “What the fuck, dude, why didn’t you tell me you knew Oku??” Josuke asked incredulously. “Where would the fun be in that?” Noriaki responded with a toss of his singular hair curl. Josuke learned as they walked to the table that Okuyasu had been patronizing Hierophant Green, Noriaki’s tattoo parlor, for a long time. “He did me and Keicho’s memorial tattoos for our mom,” Okuyasu explained as they followed Jolyne to the back. “Not to mention all those cover-ups,” Noriaki shook his head, “Whoever allowed you two to get those monstrosities should be hanged.” Jotaro, Jolyne, and Polnareff were already at the table; Jotaro was reading through a thick stack of papers, but threw up a hand in acknowledgement that he was aware of their presence. “Bonsoir,” Polnareff greeted them, “Mo is running late, but he’ll be here soon,” his face turned into a grimace, “And my precious little sister will not be joining us today, as she has a date with some man she has yet to introduce me to.” Noriaki took his place beside Jotaro, “Is it the same one she’s been seeing all this time?” “Yes!” Polnareff groused, hands up in the air. “They aren’t even dating! She says it’s 'casual’ and 'non-exclusive’,” he used air quotes while talking. Josuke and Okuyasu sat down. “Not to change the subject or anything,” Josuke started, “But the fact that all of you have met Okuyasu before really took the wind out of my sails.” “He hasn’t met Av yet.” Jotaro pointed out, eyes not leaving his paper. “That is true,” Okuyasu said helpfully, “I ain’t met him yet.” He rubbed Josuke’s shoulder, “It’s all gravy.” Their orders were taken and well on their way on coming out before Avdol showed up. “Apologies,” he said, while kissing the top of Jolyne’s head, then Polnareff’s cheek, “Had a student with a crisis, but it’s all resolved now.” He turned his attention to Okuyasu, “And this must be the boyfriend I’ve heard so much about,” Avdol stuck a hand out, eyes twinkling, “Mohammed Avdol, pleased to make your acquaintance. Everyone calls me Mo or Avdol, so feel free to address me as either.” “Uh, likewise,” Okuyasu shook his hand nervously, “Polnareff talks about you alot.” Josuke snorted. That was the understatement of the century. Avdol elbowed Polnareff as he settled down beside him, “Hopefully you’ve heard nothing, but good things.” Polnareff was affronted, “Excusez-moi? I’ve done nothing, but sing your praises to everyone. Perhaps I should start revealing the truth.” “And what truths do you have to reveal, Jean?” “That you are mean to me, you insult me, you don’t appreciate anything I–” Jotaro rolled up his substantial pile of papers and started smacking Polnareff in the head, much to Jolyne’s amusement, “Shut up, no one cares.” The Frenchman would not be silenced, “Betrayed by my own flesh and blood!” “We aren’t related, jackass.” Thankfully, the pizzas and Oku’s wings picked the right time to come out.  Josuke made a face at the Pineapple Larry’s Pineapple Larry Special, which was a Hawaiian pizza. Which Josuke hated with an almost irrational passion, so he scarfed down his little margherita pizza (Oku tried the pineapple. Final verdict: pretty damn good). “Hey Oku, when’s ya birthday?” Jolyne asked between shoveling huge bites of pizza in her mouth. Okuyasu was on what was probably his 27th wing, “October 10th.” Josuke spat his drink all over Polnareff, who immediately started shrieking and ran off to the bathroom, “That’s literally two weeks away! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” “It never came up.” “We gotta throw ya a party,” Josuke whipped his phone out. “Nah nah, don’t worry about it,” Okuyasu put his hands up, “S'fine, dude.” Josuke rubbed his arm with one hand while texting with his other, “Don’t worry about it, we’ll get you and a bunch of other people shitfaced.” Okuyasu was about to protest, but Noriaki waved him down, “Might as well accept it, Okuyasu.” He stood up and stretched, “You guys ready to head to the arcade?” Jolyne hopped up and posed, “I’m ready!” Avdol followed suit, “I’ll go coax Jean out of the bathroom.” As Avdol walked away, Okuyasu leaned over to whisper in Josuke’s ear, “Hey, let’s go back to my place after we get done here.” “Sounds good, sunshine."  "Come on guys, I gotta beat you in Street Fighter!!” She started tugging on their shirt sleeves, “Losers have to buy ice cream!!” “You’re on, kid.” Josuke challanged.

“How the fuck did she get so good at Street Fighter?” Oku asked as he finished their shared joint, blowing the smoke into Josuke’s mouth. Josuke held it, then blew it out before answering, “Noriaki is a big nerd. He’s rubbed off on her.” “She’s five.” Josuke shrugged, “I beat Super Mario World when I was five.” They were sitting on a bench underneath a large open window facing out towards the back of Okuyasu’s apartment complex. The arcade trip had been a lot of fun, if you didn’t mind getting schooled at Street Fighter II by a 5 year old playing Blanka. This was the first time Josuke had been to Oku’s apartment in the entire time they’d know each other. It was nice, but didn’t feel like anyone lived in it. 'I hate being alone, so I go sleep in one of Keicho’s spare rooms, Yuuya’s couch, or with you. This place don’t really feel like home, ya know,’ had been Okuyasu’s explanation. The major upside to this place was that the Official Head Roadie and Weedman of Arrowhead, Hazamada, lived directly below Okuyasu. The two of them collaborated on a sick beat while pounding on the door to Hazamada’s apartment, inadvertently pummeling him in the face when he poked his head out to see who was knocking. Josuke almost pissed his pants from laughter; they got a shitty little joint, two middle fingers, and door slammed in their faces for their trouble.

When they lit up, Josuke straddled Oku’s lap and taught him how to shotgun smoke. It took a couple of tries, but eventually he got the hang of it. What followed was intense grinding and sloppy kisses. Josuke was very away of the problem poking at him, but was content with letting Oku twist in the wind for a bit. Then they fell into comfortable conversation, interrupted by the occasional tongue action. “Speaking of games,” Okuyasu stood up and stretched, his shoulders popping in a way that sounded painful, “let’s play something.” “What you got in mind?” “Hmm…” Okuyasu tapped his chin, “How about Metroid Prime 2? I never finished it.” He walked over to his entertainment stand, “I’ll get the Wii hooked up, could you go get my strategy guide for it?” “Why not just look up a FAQ for it?” Okuyasu kept his back turned to Josuke as he sat down to fiddle with the cords, “That guide’s got pictures. Sometimes reading a lot makes my head hurt, so they help.” Josuke nodded, but spoke when he remembered Okuyasu couldn’t see him, “That’s fair. Where is it?” “There’s a big box with "Books stuff” written on the side, filled with old magazines and shit in my spare room. It’s probably in there.“ Okuyasu’s spare room was were odds and ends went to die. The room was full of boxes and clutter that needed sifted through. At first, Josuke thought locating the box Okuyasu had indicated would be an impossible task, but miraculously, he was able to find it lickity-split. The box in question was filled with well-worn magazines and tattered strategy guides. It took a minute, but Josuke was able to find what he was looking for quickly. However, curiosity got the better of him, and he couldn’t help but sit on the floor, and peruse a few of the magazines. Guitar World, Kerrang!, Alternative Press, Rolling Stones; Okuyasu had quite the catalogue. There was a Rolling Stone in particular that, for whatever reason, drew him in. He picked it up and made to flip through it, but noticed that there were some pages stuck together. With care, Josuke peeled the pages apart to find his very first Calvin Klein underwear ad. The ad spanned two pages: one page featured him in nothing but briefs, biting his lip while staring into the camera, arms behind his head. The opposite page was more or less the same, except he had one hand on his chest, the other on a lollipop stick; his tongue peaked out of his open mouth, curled around the lollipop. The pages were covered in some residue. What the fuck did Oku spill on— he thought to himself, until a voice in his head interrupted. It’s semen. He masturbated to your undie ad. This was his spank bank. Josuke became very aware of how sweaty and red-faced he had become. Gently, he rose from the floor, guide and magazine in hand, and returned to the living room. "About time,” Okuyasu said, tongue slightly poking out of his mouth as he struggled to kill an Ing Warrior, “Was gonna go send a search and rescue party to find ya.” Josuke said nothing in response. Instead, he held up the spunk-covered pages, “I see you were a fan of my ad work.” Okuyasu’s face went on a journey from confusion to terrified. “Uhm…” he fidgeted nervously, already starting to sweat, “I can explain…” If he was about to explain it away, Josuke didn’t even give him a chance. He all but leapt onto Oku, shoving his tongue down his throat. A sloppy, heated makeout session ensued, with both of them groping at each other like a pack of horny teenagers. “You know,” Josuke panted, pulling away long enough to catch his breath, “We never cashed in that raincheck.” Before Okuyasu could respond, Josuke slid out of his lap, down in-between his knees. “I wanna make good on it,” Josuke rubbed the pronounced bulge in Okuyasu’s pants, “Can I suck you off, babe?” It seemed that Oku had been rendered completely speechless by that question. After a few seconds of processing what Josuke said, he could only manage to nod dumbly at his boyfriend. Josuke flashed him a wicked grin before pulling Oku’s basketball shorts and boxer briefs down in one go. A slight moan fell out of his mouth when he saw what awaited him. Okuyasu had a huge dick, and Josuke was delighted. It was long, thick, and throbbing; he couldn’t tear his eyes away from it. “Oh fuck, baby,” Josuke bit his lower lip. “Wh-what?” Oku found his voice again. Josuke glanced up at him, and found that his face was puce and covered in sweat. “You look tasty.” With that, Josuke swiped his tongue all the way down Oku’s shaft, pleased at the whimper it elicited from him. He wrapped his hand around Okuyasu’s cock, pumping it roughly, “Is this what you thought about when you jerked it to me? What my mouth would feel like? How I’d sound when I’d beg for your cock?”

“God, yes,” Okuyasu gasped, covering his ruddy face with his hands.

“No baby, look at me when I fuck you with my mouth.”

Okuyasu didn’t remove his hands, but he peaked at Josuke through his spread fingers, eyes wide. Good enough, Josuke thought to himself as he took Oku’s dick into his mouth. Unfortunately, Josuke wasn’t blessed enough to not have a gag reflex, but he made up for it by harshly jerking the inches of Okuyasu he couldn’t fit into his mouth.

Not that his boyfriend seemed to mind. He was too busy moaning and cursing as Josuke prayed at the altar that was his dong.

Either his succ game was too strong, Okuyasu hadn’t known the touch of another person upon his penis in a long time, or the fact it was just Josuke Higashi-goddamn-kata giving Oku’s dick the business, Okuyasu panted out, “I’m close,” after a few minutes.

Josuke pulled back off his dick, still working the shaft, “Where do you want to cum, beautiful?”

“Your mouth,” Okuyasu grunted, voice rough.

Josuke pressed his tongue against the head of Oku’s cock, “Be a good boy and fill my mouth up. Coat my tongue.”

The dirty talk sent Okuyasu over the edge; he let out a single “Fuck!” as he spent himself in Josuke’s mouth.

Hot cum glazed Josuke’s tongue. He waited patiently until Oku was done spurting before showing him the load, and then making a big show of swallowing it. Unable to help himself, Josuke licked the head of his cock clean, revealing in the shudders that he felt pass through Okuyasu and the winded expression on his face.

Josuke stood up, feeling triumphant, “I’m gonna get a soda. You want some water?” He didn’t bother to wait for a response, as he walked into the kitchen.

As he pulled out a can of soda, he was acutely aware of his own boner. It was a problem that needed to be taken care of, but he just sucked the soul out of Okuyasu through his dick, so Josuke felt that it might be poor form to demand a blowjob. Perhaps later—

He was brought out of his thoughts when he felt Okuyasu press up against him from behind, palming Josuke’s dick through his sweats, teeth on his neck. Unconsciously, Josuke hissed, arching his back into his boyfriend. “I’m not the kinda guy to leave someone hanging,” Okuyasu spoke into his ear, voice like sandpaper, “I’m gonna suck you off, angel. Turn around.”

Josuke didn’t need to be told twice. He spun around, pulling his dick out; Oku backed him up against the counter, before kneeling in front of him. As if hypnotized, Okuyasu gently wrapped his callused fingers around Josuke’s cock, slightly stroking. Josuke’s breath hitched at every stroke. After a couple of minutes he groaned, “You’re killing me, dude.”

“S-sorry,” Okuyasu whispered sheepishly, “Jus’ appreciating the view.” As if he was ravenous, he dove down onto Josuke’s cock, taking it all the way to the back of his throat in one go. “Jesus H. Christ, do you not have a gag reflex,” Josuke stuttered out, completely taken aback. He didn’t get a response, only a devilish look from his boyfriend.

Curling his fingers into Okuyasu’s unmade hair, Josuke just tried to enjoy the ride. He was unable to keep his hips still; the longer he felt Oku’s hot tongue or throat clamp around his cock, Josuke thrusted more and more into his mouth.

Okuyasu pulled his dick out of his mouth for a moment, “You can facefuck me if you want.”

“You sure?”

Yet again, he received a response in the form of a look and the feeling of Oku’s throat against the head of his dick.

Not one to deny such a polite request, Josuke snapped his hips, fucking Oku’s mouth. His eyes rolled up into the back of his head; he wondered if this is how he’d fuck Okuyasu’s ass eventually. The thought of it made Josuke’s inside clench, and he couldn’t stop himself from groaning out Okuyasu’s name over and over again while he shot jets of cum down his throat. If he wasn’t so spent, he would feel embarrassed how quickly he came, but goddamn did that feel good.

Okuyasu waited like a good boy until Josuke pulled out of his mouth before he swallowed and stood up. Both of them eyed each other with worn out expressions. Josuke was the first to break the silence, leaning over and softly kissing Okuyasu, who returned it, “Metroid?”

“Metroid.”

“You know, if I went back in time and told myself a year ago that Josuke Higashikata would suck my soul out through my dick, I’d whoop my own ass for being a liar.”

Josuke snorted, eyes trained on his phone’s screen as he organized Okuyasu’s birthday party, “I ain’t a succubus, Oku.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, demon.” Oku was brows were furrowed, trying to not die while fighting Quadraxis.

“So, you jerked it to that ad of me, like, pretty frequently?”

Okuyasu sighed, cheeks going pink, “Yeah. I bought that issue when I saw those pictures in there. It gave me a lot of inspiration.”

“Man, that really feeds my ego.”

“Don’t be getting a big head, Higashikata. It’s already massive.”

“Fuck you, there’s nothing wrong with my head!!”

Okuyasu cackled, which quickly turned into a groan of frustration as he was squished to death by Quadraxis, “Fuck this robotic piece of shit. I’m gonna go to his house and burn it down.”

“He lives in the game, you can’t do that.”

“I know, I know,” he rubbed his face, “Still wanna though.” He looked over at Josuke, “You know, you don’t gotta throw me a party.”

“I want to,” Josuke replied, “It’ll be a good time. I’m inviting cool people.” At the apprehensive look on Oku’s face, he continued, “All of them know about us, so no worries there. You’ve already met most of them, and my family will be there.”

“Okay, then that’s fine. I think. Jus’ make sure to invite Keicho and all them too.”

“Don’t worry, I will,” Josuke said soothingly, “This will be a lot of fun, I promise. Nothing bad will happen.”

He hoped that his promise would ring true.