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Today was supposed to be a quiet, uneventful day. Rohan had set aside time to work on his manga, and while he was two chapters ahead of schedule, he knew he could do better. 

After what felt like a short session of work, the incessant ringing of his doorbell completely ruined his concentration, so he begrudgingly dragged himself downstairs to his entryway to see who was so important that he felt entitled to his time. Of course it was none other than Josuke, and his stupid hair took up most of what Rohan could see from the peephole.

Rohan had half a mind to just leave him there, surely the kid would take a hint and go home, but that didn’t seem to be the case as his doorbell just kept ringing and ringing. Thoroughly annoyed, he opened the door with what he hoped looked like the least welcoming expression.

“Oh man, Rohan, I am so glad to see you.”

What the hell?

“Hey, can you tell me what day it is?”

What the hell!

Josuke had a lot of nerve to come by and waste his time with a stupid question like that. Something about Josuke seemed different, though Rohan couldn’t quite put his finger on it. 

Rather than wearing his school uniform, he had on a tight turtleneck and some slacks. Odd, given this was a weekday and Josuke should have had school. His usual pompadour was messier, more relaxed; though it still looked utterly ridiculous, it was slightly less dated. Before Rohan could make a comment about his new look, Josuke spoke up again, this time sounding a bit more desperate.

“C’mon Rohan, what day is it?”

As much as he didn’t want to entertain whatever prank this was, Rohan answered honestly in the hopes it would get Josuke out of there, “It’s December 2nd, if that’s all you came to ask then go away.” He made to shut the door, but Josuke physically stopped him, putting his own hand on Rohan’s. It was warm, despite the chill in the air and Josuke’s lack of outerwear.

“Okay… what year…?”

Rohan’s eyes narrowed, looking between Josuke’s hand physically keeping the door open, and the odd, almost nervous, expression on his face. He looked like he was up to something.

“What’s going on?” Rohan asked, ignoring the actual question.

Josuke seemed hesitant to comply, his eyes darted around what little of Rohan’s house he could see before he asked again, “Please, what year is it?”

“I can’t believe you’re wasting my time with this nonsense. I don’t know what the point of this is, but I don’t want any part in it, leave me alone,” Rohan frowned. He attempted to close the door, but Crazy Diamond’s hand materialized beside Josuke’s, and he couldn’t shut them out when he was up against their combined strength. 

“C’mon,” Josuke begged, forcing Rohan back as he stepped up into the entryway of his home, “Just gimme a quick peek at your phone, show me the calendar, then I’ll explain.”

Rohan rightfully looked at him like he was insane, something about Josuke was odd today. Granted, he didn’t make it a habit to spend time with him, and they only crossed paths on occasion due to their mutual friends, but something wasn’t right. “Take out my phone to…?” Rohan slowly repeated, “Look at a calendar? What on earth are you talking about?”

Josuke’s eyes went wide and he bit his lip, like a child who said something they shouldn’t have in front of a parent and was waiting to face the consequences of their actions. “Sorry, I mean a calendar,” Josuke corrected himself, “The calendar on your—uh— desk? Jeez, you don’t have to give me such a hard time, I’ll leave you alone after this, I swear!” 

Rohan didn’t want to start a fight, he knew he was no match in speed, and he didn’t want to end up in the hospital again, but this was becoming ridiculous. For whatever reason, Josuke stepped into Rohan’s home like he owned the place. He took his shoes off and strutted right across the foyer, but Rohan took the chance and got out Heaven’s Door when his back was turned. The tiny stand attacked him from the side, and the impact sent Josuke against the wall, pages unfurling from his skin and clothing. Something was up and Rohan was going to get to the bottom of it. Josuke was slumped against the wall, so Rohan straddled his legs and began to read from the larger pages on his chest.

— I was fighting a stand, and its attack sent me to Morioh, near Rohan’s house. I need to find Rohan —

How curious, so Josuke’s flustered and confused behavior was due to a stand attack? Rohan raised an eyebrow, just what exactly was Josuke fighting, and why was he so relieved at the idea of coming here? The ‘sent me to Morioh’ part was odd too, since Rohan was pretty sure Josuke still lived and went to school here, as he’d seen him with Koichi just the other day. Rohan read on, and he didn’t have to wait particularly long for the answer to one of those questions. 

— The stand attack sent me back in time, it’s supposed to be to some important day in my life, and the stand is banking on me messing it up somehow —

Back in time? Rohan flipped through a few more pages before he found information on the stand attack. He wasn’t sure if Josuke was privy to this information, but it was noted inside of him regardless.

— IN FROM THE OUTSIDE - Temporarily send the target to a pivotal day in their past, in place of their past self. The effect of the stand attack will stop, and the target will return to their time period if the user is defeated in the present day, or when 24 hours pass since the attack was initiated. 

The target will appear as their past self to those around them, but anyone they reveal the details of their situation to will see their true appearance —

Now that was interesting. A stand that relied on the target’s own stupidity to destroy themselves. Surely Josuke wouldn’t do well against something like that. Was Josuke in mortal danger today? Was the idea that he would die and just not return to the future to face the user? Or perhaps he had some other sort of danger, like an important decision that could change the course of his future. How old was Josuke right now anyway? Soon it would be time for him to decide how to continue his education, wouldn’t it? 

As for his true appearance, Josuke’s face slowly started to change. He began to look a bit older; he was certainly older than Rohan, and perhaps even Jotaro as well. Rohan swore he got a bit taller too; did all Joestars grow up to be giant muscular men? It did amuse him how Heaven’s Door happened to satisfy the condition of ‘revealing the details of his situation’; so the stand didn’t distinguish if the reveal was consensual or not? 

Rohan swiftly switched gears and began snooping through the larger pages on Josuke’s chest. The boy– no, man– before him was still knocked out. He was suddenly very interested in what that brat was up to today, if it was such an important day then surely he would have a memory that Rohan could investigate.

Today was December 2nd 1999, but just what made today so special? It’s not like Rohan knowing would make any difference regarding the stand’s attack, and he didn’t particularly care even if it did.

— December 2nd 1999 - Invited Rohan to get lunch together. —

Rohan’s brow furrowed in disbelief, was that really it? Lunch? With Josuke? This was just too anticlimactic. Did the stand make a mistake? Was it going easy on him? Surely Josuke wasn’t at risk of fucking up his life by inviting Rohan for a meal. Judging by the entry, they didn’t even go out to eat on the 2nd! He skimmed several of the following pages in the hope they would provide some context, though he wasn’t particularly excited by what he read. 

Apparently— allegedly— Josuke had some sort of crush on him. Rohan could feel himself cringing at the thought, and it didn’t get any better as he read on and learned that this ridiculous set of events was what led to them dating. He closed up Josuke’s chest and looked at his face, expecting to find him dazed or even still knocked out, since he hadn’t moved or said a word.

Instead, deep blue eyes met green, and Rohan felt a bit unnerved. “What…? Were you watching me?” he asked. It was odd, not only was Josuke completely aware and mentally present despite being under the effect of Heaven’s Door, but he didn’t bother fighting back. 

Fighting back— only then did it occur to Rohan that he was so overcome with curiosity that it completely slipped his mind to write in a safety lock to prevent Josuke from attacking him. For whatever reason (well, Rohan had a few ideas at this point) he didn’t seem keen on doing so anyway.

“Not my first time,” Josuke shot Rohan his usual overconfident smile, “Should’a known this Rohan would try something like this.”

“This Rohan?” the man in question replied with a frown.

“Not my Rohan, you—“

“Disgusting. There is no your Rohan,” he interrupted.

“Yeah, I mean at this rate maybe not,” Josuke sighed, “Guess I fucked up pretty bad coming here, but I didn’t know what year it was, figured you could help me.”

“Me? Help you? Don’t make me laugh.”

Josuke ignored his haughtiness, all too used to it by now. He rolled his eyes and asked, “So how old are you?”

“Twenty, if you must know.”

“Wait, so it’s only like 2000?” Josuke ran a hand through his hair as he let out an exasperated groan,”Oh great… That’s why you thought I was insane when I said the phone thing— don’t worry about that by the way, you’ll figure it out.”

Despite his vague curiosity, Rohan opted to ignore Josuke’s offhand comment for now, instead adding, “It’s 1999 actually, but nevermind that, does this mean your younger self is in the future now?”

“Nah, I took his place, but he didn’t take mine; kid me isn’t gonna come back with some knowledge of the future— but damn, I’m older than you, this is so weird.” Heaven’s Door appeared behind Rohan, and if only to prevent him from round two of information gathering, Josuke attempted to pique his interest and asked, “Well, now that you know everything, what are you gonna do now?” At this point the future was, effectively, in Rohan’s hands… as awful as that was for him to admit.

“I don’t know, what am I even supposed to do with this information?” Rohan crossed his arms and his expression soured with frustration, “Why couldn’t you tell me something useful about the future rather than the fact we become a couple— which sounds like some sort of sick joke, by the way. I’d be inclined to think you’re bullshitting me if I hadn’t read it myself.”

“Well, what do you wanna know?” Josuke sighed with relief as Heaven’s Door disappeared.

“Oh, so you’re just going to let me screw with the flow of time and tell me forbidden knowledge from the future? Isn’t that exactly what the stand you’re fighting wants?”

“You’re the one who wanted info!” Josuke asserted,  “Don’t act all high and mighty, you were gonna read it from me either way!” his tone grew argumentative as Rohan grew more annoying, “I forgot how much of a stick up your ass you used to have. I’ve already screwed everything up for myself, so might as well answer your stupid questions. Go crazy, I guess, what do I have to lose?”

“Fine. What am I like in the future?”

“Instead of having a stick all the way up your ass, it’s only like, halfway up there.” Josuke grinned, “You look the same, almost exactly the same as my Rohan. Same hair, same headband, same outfits with pen nibs, too many holes, or your underwear out. You spend all your time writing your manga and going on weird little trips, which is what got me into this mess.”

“That doesn’t surprise me.” So, did that mean the stand’s motive was to send Josuke far enough back in time so as to create a future where he never went on a trip with Rohan and encountered the user? Why didn’t it just send Josuke back before their trip? Was it stupid? Or perhaps the decision to go on the trip wasn’t regarded as important enough by the stand’s decision making ability. 

“Didn’t think it would. That’s why I still had no idea what year it was just from looking at you.”

While considering the stand’s ability, another question occurred to Rohan. “Then, am I due to be replaced with my future self in a matter of moments?”

Josuke averted his eyes, “Ah… probably not. I kind of… tried to settle things with the stand user without you— my you—  around. I think you’re stuck with me for at least a few hours until my Rohan figures it out.”

Josuke seemed almost apologetic, or embarrassed, as if future Rohan told him explicitly not to engage the stand user and he went and did it anyway. He didn’t say Rohan explicitly told him not to do it, but Rohan could assume as much based on his reaction.

“Wonderful,” Rohan replied sarcastically, “Way to leave a problem behind even for my future self. Bravo, Josuke Higashikata. You haven’t changed a bit.”

“Jeez, this is exactly why I didn’t want to mention it. Can you just let it go, I’m already in for a scolding from my Rohan when I get back.”

“Fine, I suppose I’ll let myself do the honors.” Rohan was silent for a few moments, pondering the many things he could ask Josuke until he settled on one thing overwhelming his curiosity: “Why did you ask me out?”

“S-Seriously?” Josuke stuttered, caught off guard by the question.

“Yes, s-seriously,” Rohan mimicked Josuke’s startled tone, “The Josuke I know is a brat who seems to spend his free time coming up with ways to piss me off or take my money, so why? Was it some sort of bet?”

“Look, I didn’t mean to give you such a hard time. Maybe a little bit of a hard time, since you were a total jerk, but I’m sure your Josuke will—“

“Don’t call him my Josuke,” Rohan interrupted.

“I’m sure the Josuke of this time period will apologize... eventually. Anyway, you were kinda cute, but really arrogant, and also a huge nerd, but I guess we had enough mutual friends that I wanted to get to know you more too. It’s not that deep, I was a friendly teenager and you were a hot older guy.”

“You thought I was hot?” Rohan snickered.

“C’mon,” Josuke pouted, “Not even gonna entertain that, you know damn well you’re hot.”

The smug smile did not leave Rohan’s face as he continued his questioning with, “What did you learn on the date that made you continue to be interested in me?”

“You’re an asshole, and full of yourself too, but I dunno,” Josuke mused, “There was just something weirdly charming about you.” He quickly added, “By the way, if you’re just fishing for compliments I swear to god… you act like an ass but you do have a kind side too, deep down somewhere, you just don’t show it. Like, we ran into Koichi walking Police, and you were real sweet to Police even though he was this old lazy dog. You sat there a few minutes just petting him, and it was kinda cute seeing that side of you. You really like dogs, and you cared a lot about Police.”

It was jarring to hear Josuke talk about an animal he knew to be alive in the past tense. It made sense, but it was odd. This really was Josuke from the future. “Wait,” Rohan stopped Josuke mid-thought and interrupted with a very obvious question he should have asked sooner, “What year is it?”

“For me? 2010.”

Rohan crunched some numbers in his head, so he would be 31, and Josuke would be… 27? Maybe a year older than that depending on the time of year, but that hardly mattered at this point, Josuke was that much older than him?!

Now that Rohan got a closer look at his face with that in mind, he definitely looked it. He seemed taller, and he probably was, Josuke likely hit some growth spurt before the end of high school. He was easily Jotaro’s height by now. His normal clothes, as opposed to a school uniform, certainly made him look more mature. His pants fit him properly, and his shirt was tight enough that it accentuated his muscular build. Instead of looking like a delinquent, he looked like a proper member of society. His hair could still use work, it was still a stupid pompadour, but it was a bit more relaxed. 

Evidently he was staring a bit too long, as Josuke smirked and asked, “What? You like what you see?”

“Are you flirting with me? Eugh— if we’re a couple, then that means this is normal for you…”

“Uh, yeah,” Josuke replied matter-of-factly, though he was clearly enjoying humiliating the hell out of Rohan. “I mean, we do a lot more than flirting,” he added with a wink.

“You...!” Rohan pointed a finger in Josuke’s face, “Disgusting, crude,” his voice wavered, as if it were equal parts embarrassing and bizarre to acknowledge he will be intimate with Josuke Higashikata of all people. “You will forget you’ve ever seen the Rohan Kishibe in such a way.”

All of a sudden Josuke burst out laughing. “Wait, oh man, you’re still a virgin, aren’t you? Are you embarrassed?" 

Rohan flushed at the brazen statement. It wasn’t wrong, but… “How would you know that?!” He asked defensively, briefly pausing before he realized exactly why Josuke would know that. “Oh— don’t answer that!! We really…?” He felt, admittedly, out of his element. It was finally sinking in that this Josuke had a vastly different relationship with him in 2010 than he did now. Josuke actually had the upper hand, and Rohan hated it. Sure, he was a virgin, but he had plenty of other things to do with his life that didn’t leave time to be intimate with another human being. Normally he wouldn’t care about something like that, but the fact it was Josuke of all people holding it over his head…

“Yeah, we are a couple,” Josuke grinned, all too eager to embarrass Rohan however he could. “You’ll find out all about it in a few weeks,” he added, unsure if the events would actually come to pass, but very sure that statement would make Rohan squirm.

“What… what happens in a few weeks?” Rohan asked curiously. Both context clues and Josuke’s tone made it somewhat obvious, but he couldn’t help pressing for details. 

“Nah, I shouldn’t tell you,” Josuke faked an expression of being deep in thought, just playing it up to get to Rohan. “You’re grossed out already, maybe it’s too much for you to handle right now.” He was 100% certain Rohan wouldn’t be able to leave this alone. His own heart was thumping wildly in his chest, both due to excitement from teasing a young innocent Rohan, and due to the uncertainty that he may very well be screwing himself over by doing so.

“No, you will tell me,” Rohan asserted, completely taking the bait, “—and if you don’t, I’ll just find out with Heaven’s Door. I think I deserve to know about any memory you have of me.”

Josuke sighed and laughed, god this really was Rohan from 1999, he was so damn stubborn. “Fine, you really wanna know what happened?” Josuke paused, but Rohan just stared at him with an expression that said, ‘If you don’t start speaking right this second, I’ll open you up and read it myself.’ “We were both in your car at night— I think you were driving me home— but it doesn’t matter. I was touching your thigh as you were driving,” Josuke rested his hand on Rohan’s outer thigh as the mangaka made an absolutely scandalized expression. “You had on a really revealing outfit, some pants with little holes cut out, perfect size to slide my fingers in.” Josuke squeezed Rohan’s thigh for emphasis, and swore his cheeks took on a bit of a flush. “I was just idly touching you, but I guess it was enough to get you excited— you were like: Josuke Higashikata! If you keep this up I’ll crash this car and kill us both! and pulled over and climbed in my lap. Then you slid your hand between my legs to push the seat back.” Josuke moved the hand on Rohan’s leg as he spoke, sliding it toward his inner thigh as he continued his narration. “I thought we were just gonna fool around a little and get back on the road, but you… well you wanted more, and I didn’t think it would go that far, and—“

Unable to endure the suspense, Rohan interrupted with his own, “And…?”

“Well, you can figure that out on your own, yeah?” Josuke flashed a cheeky smile and wink, “Unless you want me to explain?” He snaked his hand up to Rohan’s waist, his fingertips barely slipping under the hem of a cropped top as his thumb tickled his navel. “Or,” he suggested, “Maybe you’d prefer a demonstration?”

Josuke’s story was, admittedly, exciting. Rohan’s heart only raced faster when he realized just how close he was to being in that same position right now. Sure he was straddling Josuke’s thighs, but that was because Josuke had been slumped against the wall, and he practically jumped at the chance to read from the pages on his chest—! The position didn’t feel sexually charged until Josuke made it that way. 

As usual, it was all Josuke’s fault. Every last thing was his fault. The barely visible tent in his loose pants was also Josuke’s fault too, naturally.  

Rohan tried to back away, but Josuke’s hand on his waist kept him in place. 

“Let me go,” Rohan grumbled. Josuke had propped his knees up, and Rohan could feel them boxing him in from behind. 

Josuke had to actively try not to smile too hard; Rohan’s reactions were driving him crazy, and it made him want to do all sorts of things to him. He was definitely not sent back in time to screw with Rohan (in any sense of the word) but man was it fun.

“You could get away from me if you wanted to,” Josuke snickered, glancing at the front of Rohan’s pants before meeting his eyes, “Doesn’t look like you wanna do that though.”

“It’s a normal bodily reaction…!” the younger man asserted, his expression caught between a pout and a frown, his lips quivering.

Josuke had to hold back a laugh at that. God, younger Rohan seemed so out of his depth here, so innocent. He knew he probably should let it go; he’d found himself in a time where Rohan still sort of hated him, so even acting upon his desires this much was already pushing it. 

So why, why, did Josuke find himself egging him on further? 

“I could help you with that, y’know,” he offered, just as casually as he would to his own Rohan. 

To his surprise, Rohan didn’t immediately reject him, and frankly Josuke thought he deserved at least an immediate ‘I refuse,’ for such a brazen request. Instead, Rohan just stared at him, lips pursed as he pondered each possible response and mentally filtered out the ones he wouldn’t be caught dead saying to Josuke. “Have you no shame? Stop looking at me like that,” Rohan grimaced, shifting his gaze from Josuke to literally anything else. This Josuke was different from the Josuke he knew; his personality wasn’t completely awful, and his hair looked somewhat less ridiculous. Most importantly, he must have some sense of taste if he was interested in Rohan. “I just want to know what my future self sees in you— I may think Josuke Higashikata is a fool with a room temperature IQ, but my future self must know something about you that makes that worth overlooking.”

Josuke found that line of reasoning ridiculous but somehow it made perfect sense that this Rohan would use utterly bizarre yet egotistical logic to justify it to himself. “Alright, get upstairs and I’ll show you,” Josuke said, patting Rohan’s rear to get him to stand up and make his way to his bedroom.

Rohan’s bedroom was massive; all of the furniture and decor looked brand new, though that was to be expected of the room directly above where the fire started. The pair found themselves sprawled out on the large bed, Rohan on his back resting against a pillow, and Josuke at his side.

“Nervous?” Josuke asked.

“No,” Rohan lied. He felt like the sincere expression on Josuke’s face was making him sick. “Are you going to do something, or just stare at me until your time here is up?”

“Don’t worry, leave everything to me.”

Josuke leaned over Rohan, one hand beside his shoulder to keep himself steady as he pressed a kiss just below his ear. He took Rohan’s earring between his lips and tugged.

“I’m not worried,” Rohan asserted, “I—I…” Josuke continued kissing down his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin as gently as he could. 

He felt Rohan tense up below him, and murmured, “Relax, I won’t leave any marks.”

“I don’t care about that…” Rohan had no reason to care. It was winter, so he could wear a turtleneck or a scarf if he had to. His arms felt awkward at his sides, he wasn’t sure if he should wrap one around Josuke, or maybe rest his hand on his head. Would this Josuke kill him if he messed up his hair? Surely he was beyond that behavior by now. 

Josuke traced Rohan’s collarbone with his tongue, his breath warm against his skin when he spoke. “Your Josuke would be totally heartbroken if he saw you with bruises on your neck, you really wanna do that to him?”

“Tch, like I care about that brat’s feelings,” Rohan said in a way that didn’t completely convince Josuke he was being truthful. Josuke was still just kissing his neck, but he felt the touch all along his body, like a mind-numbing spark was coursing through his nerves all the way down to the tips of his toes. 

“C’mon, he’s just a kid, you’ll break his heart,” Josuke frowned, though Rohan rolled his eyes. “He takes this sorta thing seriously… romance and all that.” Josuke mouthed at his neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses across his collarbone as he slid his hand up into Rohan’s shirt. 

Rohan trembled as Josuke swirled his finger around the stiff peak of a tender nipple. It frustrated him to no end just how good this felt. The muscles in his abdomen tensed up as Josuke pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the sensitive little bud between them. “Jo-Josuke…” Rohan gasped, one hand on the small of Josuke’s back, tugging at his shirt.

A tingling sensation went up Rohan’s spine as Josuke teased the other nipple. He felt almost ashamed at how hard he was, and it felt especially humiliating that it was Josuke doing it to him. Granted, it wasn’t the annoying immature Josuke that he knew, but it was Josuke nonetheless. He was given a brief reprieve as the hand on his chest slid down his abdomen, the warmth of Josuke’s palm travelling down his body. He stopped only at the front of Rohan’s pants, gently rocking his hand against the bulge as he met Rohan’s eyes. 

Josuke was staring at him with… an expression Rohan had never seen before. It left him with an odd feeling in his stomach, but that feeling was quickly overtaken with arousal as Josuke continued to grope him, squeezing the warm outline of his cock through his pants. 

“You want these off?” he asked, his fingertips hovering over the button and zipper.

“Of course I do… don’t waste my time with stupid questions.”

Josuke smiled, but undid the front of Rohan’s pants, sliding them down his thighs just enough to get his hand against his underwear. Josuke was familiar with the pattern on the band; they were expensive, and no matter how many years passed he still found it absurd that several pairs of Rohan’s undergarments cost as much as the monthly rent of a small Morioh apartment. Today they were black, though he was still able to see a faint wet spot where the fabric was tented. He could feel it too, part of the fabric that was warm and slick against his hand.

All Rohan had to do was look between his legs, see Josuke’s hand on him (and it wasn’t even directly on him yet!) and his cock throbbed almost painfully. Judging by his smirk, Josuke felt it; he knew exactly how much he was affecting him. Rohan tried to keep his hips still, to not give Josuke any more satisfaction, but it was easier said than done.

Josuke’s hand slid from base to tip, over and over, as if he were jerking him off over the fabric. Rohan could feel his underwear becoming a sticky mess, but he’d sooner leak all over himself than beg Josuke to take them off.

“Feels good, right?” Josuke asked.

Rohan didn’t trust himself to speak, so he bit his lip and nodded. His headband sagged down from the motion, covering one of his eyes. It must have fallen askew amidst his pleasure.

“You can tell me,” Josuke said, rubbing his thumb around the head of Rohan’s dick, “You can use words. Man, I forgot how cute you were like this, when you’re still all new to everything.” Josuke repositioned himself on the bed. He was now snug against Rohan’s side, his own cock sandwiched between their bodies.

Rohan could feel it against his hip, and he realized that Josuke was larger than average in more than just height and muscle.

“Younger me is gonna have so much fun with you, he’s fantasized about you so much, y’know?” 

“H-He did?” Rohan asked. He never paid Josuke much mind, had he been having less than savory thoughts about him this whole time? Since when? Summer?

“I did,” Josuke said, taking a bit more responsibility with that wording. “Bickering with you, gettin’ up in your face and seeing you get all agitated turned me on so much, it’s really fun to get you all riled up. Don’t tell him I got here first.” Josuke let his hand wander to the elastic waist band, and slipped his fingers under.

Rohan choked out a gasp as Josuke touched him directly, finally wrapping his fingers around his cock. “I… I don’t know if he would believe me if I tried to tell him,” Rohan admitted. “Can’t you at least touch me properly? My clothes are going to get dirty if you keep this up…!” he complained.

“Gonna cum already?” Josuke teased, “You must really like me then.”

“You’re… adequate,” Rohan admitted, averting his eyes. Josuke was kind enough to take off his pants and underwear, which were thrown somewhere to be found later. Next he leaned in close, gently easing the jagged headband off his head. Wisps of dark green hair fell in front of his face and every which way, as he no longer had his trademark accessory holding them in place. It took everything in his power to not buck his hips against Josuke when he finally put his hand on him again. He was so close after only a few touches.

Clear streaks of precum dribbled down Josuke’s hand as he continued to stroke Rohan. The wet noise of that alone was embarrassing, it sounded like he was slicked up with lube. Josuke spread around what was beading at the tip with his thumb, then dipped his blunt fingernail into the slit.

“A-Ah–!” Rohan gasped, the heels of his feet digging into the mattress as he arched his back. “Nngh… Nn–! J-Josu…” Rohan’s thighs trembled as he all but lost control of his voice. He was so close, just a little more and he would cum, but he didn’t want it to end so soon. He was going to climax, but wasn’t satisfied. “S-Stop… S-S..” he panted, ready to swat away Josuke’s hand if he didn’t react fast enough.

Thankfully Josuke did stop, but that idiot seemed concerned. “You okay…?” he asked, wiping his hand against the sheets before taking Rohan’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting his head toward him. Rohan felt a pang of… something… all through his chest at Josuke’s concerned expression.

“It’s not…” he mumbled, “It’s not whatever you’re thinking. I just…” he paused, “I’m going to finish if you keep that up.”

“Uh, yeah,” Josuke looked at him quizzically, “That’s the idea.”

Rohan pouted; he would really have to spell it out for Josuke. “I don’t want that, I want you to do more. You said you would,” he huffed, “I’m holding you to that.”

“Oh…” Rohan was so ridiculous, Josuke couldn’t help but grin. He was so needy and greedy, just like his Rohan. “Sure, but do you have like, lube or anything? It’s not like I brought any with me.” He didn’t really want to risk hurting Rohan. Especially not cute twenty year old Rohan who had never taken dick before— god, he felt precum seeping into his underwear just thinking about that.

“It’s fine, I have some.” Josuke raised an eyebrow at that, and Rohan’s face flushed. “What?! I may be a…” he paused, lowering his voice so it was nearly inaudible as he rolled his eyes, “…virgin… but that doesn’t mean I don’t have my own needs.” He glanced at the nightstand and said, “It’s over there,” and Josuke got the idea. He found the bottle tucked away in the drawer, next to some very interesting toys. As much as the idea of Rohan using those piqued his interest, something else was going inside of him today. Josuke squirted some into his hand, warming it up only a bit before spreading Rohan’s legs. Rohan didn’t have any condoms, not that he would have Josuke’s size even if he did, and neither of them seemed particularly concerned by that. 

“So, what do you think about when you use this?” Josuke asked with a smirk, spreading his cheeks and pushing a lubed up fingertip inside of Rohan.

“I’m not going to say ‘you’; don’t be so conceited.”

Rohan of all people calling someone else conceited… it was laughable.

“That’s fine, you will soon, baby,” Josuke licked his lips, watching his finger slowly penetrate Rohan. He was so tight, and Josuke wanted to take all the time in the world drawing every little noise out of him as he loosened him up. Fortunately, he knew exactly what Rohan liked, what would loosen him up and have him begging for his cock.

Josuke added more lube, sliding in another finger when Rohan was ready. He just knew how to crane his wrist, where to curl his fingers, where to touch, to get Rohan to cry out. He clenched down on his fingers each time Josuke grazed his prostate, practically trembling as he stroked it.

“N–Ng… A-ah–!” Rohan moaned, covering his mouth with one hand as a gasp of “J-Josu–” left his lips. 

“You really like this, huh? You’re sucking them in so tight, like you can’t get enough.”

“That’s not—!! I’m not—!” Rohan gasped indignantly. Why was his body embarrassing him so much?! He was hard and leaking all over himself, yet Josuke wasn’t even touching his dick.

Josuke added another finger, slowly slipping it in as he watched Rohan’s asshole stretch to accommodate it. He was rewarded with a sloppy wet noise as the fingers filled him up. “You’re just about ready, huh?” Josuke whispered, his deep voice made the hair on the back of Rohan’s neck stand on end. He added more lube, and the obnoxious wet noise of skin on skin grew louder. 

“Hurry up already, do you want your younger self to see this?!” Rohan whined. Evidently the reminder that his time here was finite seemed to convince Josuke to get on with it. He slowly removed his fingers from Rohan, and he didn’t miss the moan that left the younger man as he did so. Josuke’s clothes came off next, joining Rohan’s on the floor. 

Josuke got between Rohan’s legs, grabbing him by the thighs to spread them more. “You’re really hot when you’re mad,” Josuke licked his lips, spreading Rohan with his thumb; he was slick and shiny with lube. “But,” he added, “Also when you’re below me like this. God, you mellow out so fast with my cock in you.” 

Rohan held his breath when he felt the head of Josuke’s cock against him. In hindsight he wished he was in a different position, something a little less vulnerable than on his back, legs spread, thighs slowly being pushed back against himself. Josuke could see everything, though none of it was new to him. Position aside, he was entrusting a lot more of himself to Josuke than he ever thought he would. Granted, this Josuke seemed like less of a little shit, but it was Josuke all the same. He finally took a breath as he felt Josuke push inside of him, little by little reshaping his insides around his cock. 

“I can’t believe I got to take your virginity twice,” Josuke panted, sighing when he completely sheathed himself in Rohan. “Thought I was lucky enough to get it once,” he smiled.

“Virginity isn’t even real—! Stop making a big deal of it,” Rohan complained, eager for Josuke to shut up. Why did he insist on saying such embarrassing things? He wrapped his legs around Josuke’s waist, digging a heel into his back.

“Nah,” Josuke began to barely move his hips, “It’s a pretty big deal that there’s a part of you only I know about.” He put one hand on Rohan’s waist, holding him in place as he thrust back in. “Somethin’ reserved just for me; no one else will ever touch you here…”

Skin smacked against skin as Josuke picked up the pace. Each thrust felt like Josuke was splitting him open, grinding his cock against parts of Rohan he’d never been able to quite reach with his fingers.  Josuke was acting so possessive too— and Rohan was shocked at just how much that was getting to him. “J-Josuke…” Rohan gasped, “A-ahn— J-Just hurry up and—“

“Keep sayin’ my name like that; you’re mine, aren’t you?”

It was so unfair; this brat got to come back to 1999 with full knowledge of exactly what would make him squirm. Things even he didn’t know he liked.

Rohan came pathetically fast, hiding his face in the crook of Josuke’s neck to muffle any embarrassing noises he was surely making. He didn’t want Josuke to have the satisfaction of hearing all that. Josuke already had the incredible view of Rohan below him, his own cum covering his chest and stomach. It settled in the dips in his abdomen as he caught his breath. Even more oozed from his tip with each thrust, dribbling out until Josuke milked him dry.

“Can I cum inside? Please… Rohan,” Josuke panted, his cock throbbing as Rohan tightened around him. “Ah— I’ll clean you up and everything, know you like that.” His voice sounded more and more strained with each word, and his grip on Rohan’s side was nearly becoming painful.

“I… I do?” Rohan asked, nearly breathless at this point. “Fine…” Josuke suddenly pushed Rohan’s legs forward until his thighs were flush against his stomach, smearing the mess around his body. “J-Josuke!” Rohan whined, surprised at both suddenly being folded in half, and at just how deep Josuke was hitting inside of him. The older man’s cock was stretching him in ways he’d never felt stretched before. The pressure felt so good, but tears slowly began to burn at the corners of his eyes as oversensitivity threatened to overtake pleasure. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take.

Josuke didn’t know how much more of this he could take either. Rohan was so tight and warm, his insides trembling and squeezing down on him in near overstimulation. His balls tensed up as he finally released his pent up desire into his younger lover. “Ngh— Rohan… Rohan—!” Josuke gasped, moaning his name as if he were the only thing in Josuke’s world.

Rohan could feel every spurt of Josuke’s cum coating his inner walls, marking him in the most intimate of ways. He was almost disgusted at himself for how little he was repulsed by the feeling of Josuke filling him up. Surprisingly, getting pulled out of was a worse feeling than getting filled. It was the lack of warmth, the gross feeling of semen leaking out of him beyond his control.

”I’ll run the shower for us, you just rest a minute and come in when you’re ready,” Josuke said, already sitting up on the edge of Rohan’s bed.

”Hold on, you—!” Rohan pointed at him in an accusatory manner, “Josuke Higashikata, said you would clean me up! You’re just going to leave me here with your… filth… still in me?”

Josuke laughed, “Shower’s a good place to clean up, isn’t it?”

Rohan just frowned, a quiet “…Fine,” left his lips, as if he didn’t want to admit he misread Josuke’s intentions and assumed the worst. To be fair, the Josuke in his life didn’t have a great track record!

Rohan let Josuke walk away, and didn’t bother to follow until he heard the shower running. He didn’t feel any pain from Josuke manhandling him, but he was willing to give that a few more hours (and he was not willing to let anyone heal it). Rohan walked into his bathroom and found two towels by the sink that he didn’t remember putting there. He set his earrings beside them, and he slowly opened the glass door to the small wetroom with his bathtub and shower. The room was already filled with steam, and he was faced with Josuke’s bare back, rivulets of warm water sliding down his muscles. 

It wasn’t a bad view, but the main thing on his mind was that Josuke was really tall. It wasn’t as noticeable before, since they were sitting or lying down, and even on the way to his room Josuke was following him up the stairs, so Rohan didn’t get a particularly good look at how their heights compared. The Josuke of 1999 was still taller than he was, but at least Rohan was eye level with his neck. Rohan found himself staring at Josuke’s chest, simply because that’s where eye level was now.

Josuke also looked like a completely different person with wet hair. With all that product rinsed out, his hair was about shoulder length, and his bangs were long enough to fall in front of his face. The ends of his hair even began to curl a bit when wet, and Rohan was dangerously close to finding him handsome.

As an artist, he simply had an appreciation for his form, that was all. He could recognize something aesthetically pleasing, even if it was Josuke Higashikata.

Josuke finally seemed to notice him staring, and he gave Rohan a curious look.

“You’re taller than the Josuke I know,” Rohan admitted, acting like he wasn’t just checking him out.

”Yeah, guess it’s the Joestar genes. I’m like as tall as Jotaro-san is, or as tall as my old man was when he was in his prime,” Josuke speculated, “I stopped growing around nineteen– Oh! I’m twenty seven now.” 

27…

Josuke really was almost a decade his senior.

“When you’re done staring,” Josuke started, putting his hand on Rohan’s shoulder and sliding it down his side, “Lean up against one of the walls, put your hands on it.”

”I was not staring,” Rohan asserted, but Josuke knew he was lying. He turned his nose up at Josuke, but still eventually did as he asked. Rohan put his hands against the shower wall, and the warm stream of water ran down his body as Josuke kneeled down between his legs. Rohan spread his legs more to accommodate, and Josuke spread Rohan’s cheeks with his thumbs. He watched his asshole twitch as his own cum slowly leaked out. Rohan was about to ask what he was doing back there, but Josuke slid a finger into him and any protest was caught in his throat.

Two fingers joined the mess inside of him, and Rohan’s voice trembled as he asked, “Are you going to have sex with me here, too?”

”Nah, don’t wanna wear you out,” Josuke admitted, and he was almost worried Rohan would take that as a challenge, “We can do somethin’ else though, lean against the wall a little more for me.” 

Rohan did as he was asked. He had no idea where this was going, and nearly jumped when he felt Josuke’s warm tongue swirl around his asshole. Soft gentle licks quickly turned into the tip of Josuke’s tongue penetrating him. Rohan felt Josuke grab the backs of his thighs, spreading him with his thumbs as he eagerly ate him out. Saliva and his own cum bubbled past Josuke’s lips and dribbled down his chin as he felt Rohan grinding against his face, eager to feel his tongue inside of him.  

“Feels good?” Josuke asked, well aware that even just warm breaths of air from speaking felt good on such a tender area.

Rohan opened his mouth to respond, but buried his head against his forearms as he could only let out a moan.

Josuke swore under his breath, his heart racing as all of Rohan’s sweet noises echoed off the walls of the small room. He was hard, and how could he not be? His cock throbbed with need with every little thing Rohan did. He’d just cum (and isn’t that what he was licking out of Rohan?) but he couldn’t help but reach between his legs and stroke himself to the sounds and taste of the younger man.

Rohan now understood why Josuke had said he loved this; he did. Sure, the warm wet feeling inside of him was amazing, but it was even better knowing it was Josuke behind him, lapping at him like a pathetic dog, fucking him with his tongue and cleaning his mess out with his own mouth. He felt like he was reaching his peak again, arousal coiling in his gut tighter and tighter until Rohan felt his cock throb, bobbing between his legs like it should be shooting thick stripes of cum against the shower wall before him, but instead barely anything came out. It was no more than a few weak dribbles that slowly hung from his tip before being washed away by the shower. Legs trembling, Rohan stepped aside. Josuke was still on his knees, spit and cum hanging from his chin, and he felt like he could be excited by the sight of that alone if he wasn’t so exhausted.

“You look like you’re gonna fall over, just sit on the side of the bath.” Josuke wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, guiding Rohan to the edge of the tub. 

“What about you?” Rohan asked, not entirely out of the kindness of his own heart, but because he had a good idea what happened, and just wanted to hear Josuke say it.

”Don’t worry about it,” Josuke turned away from Rohan, getting a pump of shampoo in his hands. 

“What?” Rohan smirked, “Did you cum just from shoving your tongue up my ass? Pathetic.”

Josuke didn’t confirm or deny it, but lathered up the shampoo in his hands and worked it into Rohan’s hair.

”I don’t like that you know where everything in my house is,” Rohan stated, closing his eyes as soapy bubbles slid down his forehead. “It’s unsettling seeing you act like you live here.” 

Josuke laughed, once again, not confirming or denying Rohan’s assumption, much to his frustration. He took the shower head and rinsed Rohan’s hair before applying conditioner.

Rohan’s eyes were closed and he spoke in a quiet voice, so it almost surprised Josuke when he was asked, “If I suddenly decided in my mind that we are never becoming a couple, and I would refuse you no matter what you did, would you cease to exist?”

“No idea… why?” 

“Time travel is interesting,” Rohan said in complete seriousness, “I could probably work it into my manga if I knew more about it.”

“You don’t need to learn more about it by hypothetically killing me off!” Josuke argued, but sighed, “I have no idea, maybe I’d just go back to a different world— Damn, kinda makes me wish I at least said goodbye.”

”It wouldn’t have made a difference either way,” Rohan stated honestly. Instead of hitting him with some rebuttal, Josuke just looked upset. Rohan had the image of him in his head as a liar, a cheat, impulsive, someone who doesn’t listen to him, so it was odd to see… something completely different? That brat actually seemed to have honest feelings deep down somewhere. Rohan just sat and let Josuke rinse off his hair in silence. 

Rohan lathered up body wash on a small towel and began to clean himself, saying his thoughts aloud, “It’s almost hard to believe my Josuke grows up to be someone like you.”

“Yeah?” Josuke raised an eyebrow, and there was a glimmer of amusement in his eyes, some of his earlier forlorn expression was washed away.

”You’re actually tolerable.”

Josuke smiled, “That’s pretty high praise comin’ from you.”

Rohan handed Josuke the body towel, pushing it against his chest before grabbing the shower head to rinse himself off. He murmured a quiet, “Don’t let it get to your head.” 

Josuke would surely do just that, but for now he played it cool. The rest of the shower was uneventful, and the pair dried off and got dressed. Josuke put on the clothes he arrived in, while Rohan put on a cropped top with G pen shaped cutouts, and a loose pair of pants that showed off the elastic band of his underwear. 

“You thirsty? I’ll grab us something to drink,” Josuke offered, seeing as Rohan still looked like he was getting himself ready.

”Fine, but do you know where you threw my headband?” Rohan asked, now on his hands and knees looking under the bed.

Josuke shrugged, “No idea, but it’ll turn up. Even if it doesn’t, you got dozens of them,” he laughed. “I’ll help ya look when I get back.”

Rohan heard Josuke’s footsteps fade, then he heard the sound of his kitchen cupboard, followed by the faint click of glass. It was slowly becoming more and more likely that Josuke did live here, he knew where way too many things were. Before Rohan could dwell upon their potential cohabitation situation, he heard the sudden noise of glass shattering, and grumbled various curses as he ran into his kitchen to investigate.

Instead of a tall, handsome man, there was a confused high schooler stumbling around his kitchen, shattered glass littered the ground by his feet.

“R-Rohan-sensei?” 

“Hey, hey, hey, hey—! Don’t look so surprised to see me, you’re the one in my house!” Rohan snapped, “You’re a mess too! I’d tell you to take your shoes off, but you’d end up with glass in your foot.” 

Josuke lifted a foot up to look beneath it, and sure enough there was glass both on the ground and stuck to the sole of his shoe. He stepped aside awkwardly, taking some care to not drive his shoe into more glass, but a faint cracking noise was heard as he set his foot down regardless. “You’re gonna think I’m crazy,” Josuke started, slowly looking around Rohan’s kitchen, “but I have no idea what I’m doing here…”

Rohan crossed his arms, staring at the mess, then at Josuke. Josuke attempted to step away from the glass, but just ended up tracking it around his kitchen even more. He looked confused, and somewhat apologetic, an expression that— up until now— Rohan had only seen on his 27 year old self. 

Rohan rubbed his temple in frustration; this idiot really had the nerve to go and act like the main character and ruin what was to be a relaxing work day. “Just…” he sighed, “Just don’t move, you’re making a bigger mess.” Josuke actually listened, and managed to follow that simple instruction as Rohan took out the broom and dustpan and began to sweep the area at his feet.

“Sorry, I think that was my fault…” Josuke apologized sheepishly, “Well, maybe… I actually don’t know. I swear, I didn’t break into your house or anything!— Actually, wait,” Rohan had barely swept the shards of glass into the dustpan before Josuke’s expression changed once again, and his tone grew accusatory, “You used Heaven’s Door on me, didn’t you!” Broken glass slid toward Rohan’s bare feet as Josuke lunged toward him. “That’s why you’re all quiet, and why I don’t remember anything! What the hell did you do to me?”

What a pain in the ass this was turning into! Rohan felt a pang of regret at not using Heaven’s Door while Josuke looked dazed and confused. He didn’t want to screw with Josuke’s reality too much, not after everything today, but at least that would speed things up and get him out of here. 

Obviously he couldn’t come clean with the truth, since it would be more trouble than it was worth if he launched into a whole explanation about Josuke’s future self, a stand attack, and what they were doing the whole time (older Josuke telling him, “He’s just a kid, you’ll break his heart!” echoed in his mind too, for whatever reason). Rohan had to think of something fast, otherwise he was once again at the risk of suffering both bodily and property damage at the hands of Josuke and Crazy Diamond. 

“Rohan-sensei!” Josuke said his name louder, more anger in his voice, “Tell me what you did, now!” 

“Why does it have to be my fault when you’re the one in my house!?” Rohan set the broom aside and got up in Josuke’s face, “Is it so hard to believe that a clumsy oaf like you managed to fumble around and break a few of my glasses? I also didn’t use Heaven’s Door. If you don’t believe me, I’d gladly open you up and show you that’s the case, but I don’t want to waste any more of my time, and I might have to take some of your pages as research material in exchange for the hassle.”

“Why the…” Josuke frowned at Rohan, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Okay, fine, but why am I in your kitchen? Why do you know what’s going on and I don’t?” 

“If you’d stop jumping to conclusions like a moron, I’d fill you in, but I’ve been too busy cleaning up the mess you made— at least this one won’t cost me millions.” Rohan grabbed the collar of Josuke’s uniform, thankful that their bickering had given him time to stall and come up with something. “Tch, I leave you alone in my house for two seconds and you start breaking shit. You must have hit your head, you really don’t remember anything?”

“I don’t,” Josuke asserted, his nose mere millimeters from Rohan’s, “I’ve been saying that the whole time!” His breath was warm against Rohan’s lips, it was almost distracting.

“I heard a loud crash and the sound of breaking glass after you came in here, then I saw you on the floor rubbing your head. Do you even remember why you came to my house…?” Rohan didn’t allow Josuke to answer, he couldn’t relinquish control of the narrative at this point, “I bet you don’t— Ugh, all that matters is we’re getting lunch tomorrow. That’s what you came to ask me.”

“I already… asked you that?” Josuke repeated tentatively, as if it did jog his memory a bit.

“Are we playing twenty questions?” Rohan snapped, letting go of Josuke, who stumbled back. “Come by and get me at noon tomorrow, now get out of my house so I can clean up!” That should settle things! There were a few odd details that he couldn’t quite explain with this scenario, like why Josuke would still be wearing shoes if Rohan invited him in, but hopefully Josuke was too confused to notice the inconsistency.

“Noon?” Josuke confirmed. He rubbed his head, but strangely didn’t feel any pain. He took a few steps out of the kitchen and began walking toward the stairs, but stopped to take one last confused glance at Rohan.

“What are you staring at?” Rohan grit his teeth as he continued to sweep up the broken glass into a pile, “Get out and come back tomorrow for our date.”

“Huh… wait, you called it a date?” Josuke stared at Rohan, eyes wide in surprise. 

“That’s what it is, isn’t it? I’m not stupid,” Rohan smirked, “You aren’t particularly subtle. I see how you look at me; frankly, I’m surprised it took you this long.” 

A faint flush tinted Josuke’s cheeks, but he didn’t deny it. “Oh… uhh, so… tomorrow?”

“Yes, tomorrow,” Rohan repeated, “Now get out of my sight until then!”

Still somewhat confused and dazed, Josuke quickly made himself scarce and Rohan locked the door behind him.

Rohan had no way of knowing for sure, but he had a hunch that the older Josuke was back in 2010 exactly where he expected himself to be. He wondered what he was up to; 2010 Josuke was probably doing something stupid, like bragging to Rohan that his past self said he was tolerable. “Idiot…” Rohan murmured to himself as he set the broken glass fragments aside in a small plastic bag. 

When he really thought about it, a part of him almost wondered just how much his future self was aware of; if they shared the same past, then he would know exactly what happened when Josuke got attacked by that stand user. As interesting as it was to dwell on, he had to hurry up and get back to work; ideas for a time travel mechanic in the next arc of Pink Dark Boy were fresh in his mind.