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so are you waiting because he doesn't want to

or are you shy or something

im not shy

[Or at least, that's not the word choice he'd ever like to be applied to him.]

i dont know its
ive never

[UGH.]

listen
i'm really, really good at sex with women

i dont know what the hell i'm doing with a guy

WHAT THE H

I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY SHERPA

THE TRUTH COMES OUT

KINKS WORK WITH BOTH GENDERS
I'VE DONE THAT SHIT WITH WOMEN IT'S THE SAME THEORY
I JUST SAID I'M GOOD AT SEX WITH WOMEN

BETRAYAL

no okay i'm just fucking with you

do you want some help

you're a dick

yeah but hang on
let's go to the kitchen or something
i keep looking over at him and it's weird
or i can just go to the kitchen and we can keep texting whichever

[Either way, he's slowly untangling himself from his boyfriend and heading down their not-actually-secret stairway. Hot chocolate might be made.]

ok i'm on my way down

[ZOOM HERE HE COME]

[There absolutely is hot chocolate being made, because fuck the temperature, hot chocolate is worth it. He pulls a face as Jotaro arrives, sticking out his tongue pointedly.]

You're a dick, Kujo.

[But there's enough milk boiling for two people, so.]

You never call me Kujo. Are you really that pissed?

[Evidently not, if he's still actually getting cocoa out of the deal.]

I meant it. About helping.

[He wrinkles his nose, but-- no, he's not really that pissed.]

It's a stupid problem to have.

Yeah, kind of. I felt stupid when I had it, too.

[He shrugs, vaguely.]

What part about it is making you hesitate?

[Oddly enough, that settles him far better than a bland no it's not would have. It's honest, and he likes that.]

I know what I'm doing when I'm with a woman. I mean, I've done all that fumbling shit, and now I know exactly what to do, and it's easy. It's fun. But this? I'm gonna start from scratch all over again.

[He pours out the milk.]

It's stupid to go through it again. And he's--

[He glances up at Jotaro. He's not as embarrassed about this part, actually.]

Special. It matters with him, you know?

Why are you starting from scratch all over again? I don't think it's as different as you're worried it might be. I used to worry a lot about which of us was the girl in the relationship. Sometimes I still do.

[While Polnareff works, he wanders over to find himself a patch of out-of-the-way counterspace and hops up to sit on the edge of it, legs dangling in a patently teenagerish way.]

Because I thought, well, I've seen movies about how to treat girls. So if I get stuck, and I know who's the girl, then I can just follow that. But there's nothing like that about what to do with a guy. But after a while it finally sank in that neither of us is the girl. We're just us. There doesn't have to be a girl.

...It's not that different. The same things still feel good. Maybe they're a little different but it's not "from scratch" like you think it is.

[But you've never slept with a girl, he thinks. It's not that the advice isn't good; it most definitely is, and he can recognize that. But there's a world of difference between romance and sex. Romance is easy; all it takes is charming the other person. He does that all the time; it's just taken on a slightly different flavor with Bruno.

But sex with a man-- that's something entirely different. Isn't it? There's different bits, different parts, and he honestly doesn't know how two men have sex. He has a hazy idea, sure, he can guess, but he hasn't got anything real.

God, what he wouldn't give for ten minutes with a gay porno and a notebook.

Polnareff huffs a little sigh as he stirs in the cocoa. Handing Jotaro his mug, he hops up next to him, one leg crossing beneath the other.]

Yeah, we'll see soon, I guess. He's done this before. Bruno, I mean, he told me about one of his exes. Renato.

[Who definitely, absolutely, almost certainly was flawless at sex.]

What the hell kind of an asshole name is Renato.

[THIS IS BRO SOLIDARITY. WHEN YOUR BRO FEELS UNWORTHY DUE TO THE SHEER EXISTENCE OF A NON-BRO ENTITY, IT IS THE SOLEMN DUTY OF A BRO TO DEFEND HIS HONOR AGAINST THE NON-BRO, TYPICALLY WITH A DISPARAGING REMARK ABOUT THE NON-BRO IN SOME CAPACITY

RENATO IS PROBABLY A VERY NICE PERSON WITH MANY REDEEMING QUALITIES

HOWEVER IT IS ALSO TECHNICALLY POSSIBLE THAT HE IS BETTER AT KNOCKING BOOTS THAN POLNAREFF, AND FOR THIS HE MUST NOW BE KNOCKED DOWN EVERY PEG.

Also he's taking that mug, thank you.]

You can ask me stuff, if you think it'll help. I mean if you want.

[WHAT A BRO WHAT A GUY WHAT A CHAMPION JOTARO KUJO IS. TRULY THE DAY HE MET HIM WAS A BLESSED DAY, NEARLY BURNING TO DEATH ASIDE

Really, though: Polnareff laughs at that, pleased at that solidarity, and leans over to bump their shoulders together.]

You really wanna go through that with me?

[It's a genuine question. They've talked shop before, but not like this.]

[YEAH THAT'S RIGHT FUCK RENATO

except don't because he might prove himself really good at it

uh

FALL OFF YOUR HORSE, RENATO]

If you want. And if it'd make you feel better about it. I'm not really an expert or anything but...I don't know.

You matter more than the possibility of shit getting weird, I guess is what I mean.

[Another laugh, but he doesn't answer until after he's taken a sip of his cocoa.]

I don't know . . . like--

[Hmm. All of his questions are either a little too weird to ask or self-explanatory. Like, he can guess a few ways to get them both off, hands and mouths are always useful, but there's a clumsiness about it that he doesn't like.]

Did you have any idea about having sex with a guy before? Or was it just all learning on the fly?

...I'm a guy. Some of it kind of goes without saying. Stuff I'd already figured out, I mean.

[He hums under his breath, regarding his cocoa and the way his hands are wrapped around the mug; after a minute, he frees up one of them and reaches over to rest his palm flat against Polnareff's chest, pressing the latent heat in against his shirt to warm beneath his hand.]

Look. This feels good, right?

[Well yes, and his mouth goes a little pinched, expressing that. Yes obviously, but it's also very different to do it to someone.

Still: he goes still at that, letting Jotaro do as he likes. It does feel good, especially right now.]

Yeah.

So. I didn't need to know you personally to know that, but it's not like I just picked something to do at random and hoped for the best.

[He brings his hand back, cupping his mug again.]

What would you want someone to do to you? You don't have to tell me, just think about it. That's a good place to start. If you want it, that's probably because it's good, so somebody else would probably want it too.

[He lets out a little mm noise and buries himself in his mug. It's just-- it's not that he thinks what Jotaro's saying is wrong. That's foreplay, isn't it? Just making someone else feel good, not with specific moves but with general physical affection. He's done that. And when you take it further, it isn't as if the theory falls apart; he's had sex enough to know that. But--

It all goes complicated when he thinks about it. It's all very well for a woman to do things to him, for him to have desires and wants and specific urges, but for him to apply it to Bruno? To look at him and think I want this from you, to do to you? Polnareff squints down at his cocoa.

Maybe the problem is shyness. He hates that thought, though, because it's so stupid. What a stupid problem to have; shyness is bullshit. He's never shy. But maybe that's what this is; maybe he's just intimidated because he's never done this before.

Oh, lame. Polnareff sighs and tips his head back, scowling at the wall.]

You know what the worst part is?

Tell me what the worst part is.

[A beat passes.]

Unless it's comparing yourself to Renato or something, because fuck that guy and his asshole name anyway.

[#NailedIt]

No, fuck that. I'm better than some stupid sixteen year old brat any day.

[His confidence isn't that shaken, thank god. In fact-- Polnareff glances over, the start of a grin appearing.]

It's that no matter whose room this eventually happens in, we're gonna have to make sure we're quiet, cuz there's somebody next door.

Jesus. The hardware store better have soundproofing.

[He leans against Polnareff, a sideways shove delivered shoulder to shoulder.]

I bet you yell a lot, too. Yare yare.

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