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[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.

I don't yell. I just don't believe in censoring myself.

[After all, Jotaro and Kakyoin have been nothing but courteous this past half-year, which is honestly a miracle. The very least he can do is return the favor.]

Anyway, I'd rather bother you than Fugo. At least you don't look at one of us like we're your parents.

That's because I have parents here. Do it in the shooting range, it's made for dampening loud as hell noises.

[WHAT THE HELL KIND OF ADVICE IS THAT]

[He absolutely files that away for later testing, so clearly it's good advice.]

If I can actually convince Bruno to come with me down there. That's the tricky part.

Pick him up and carry him down there.

[...]

Though I guess that's a lot easier when you can stop time and cheat at getting it done, huh.

[Now consider: a touchy subject and a bad joke though it may be. And yet.

Jotaro Kujo is trying to make a joke. About stopping time. An application of humor to the most horrifying force of terror in their shared existence.

He's doing his best.]

[He doesn't get it at first, actually. He's still thinking of Kakyoin, and Jotaro grabbing Kakyoin in stopped time, which is a stupid idea to do to Kakyoin, but maybe they've--

Oh.

It doesn't exactly land, not like some of the jokes they share. Polnareff still feels that pull of fear and shame. But he offers a slight smile, a little strained but an attempt.]

Half the fun is in his reactions, though.

[He ducks his head, a nonverbal agreement to leave it alone from there, and leans a little more heavily against Polnareff feeling pleasantly raw around the edges — imperfect and vulnerable, and yet awkwardly content with the feeling despite its discomforts.]

Lure him down with a really long noodle of pasta?

Is that what you do with Kakyoin and cherries?

[He leans back against him as his eyes close. He likes pressing against Jotaro. There's something comforting about the contact, whether it's like this or pressed up together in a bed.]

Anyway, he likes mushrooms too. I'll use those. Way easier than making pasta noodles every time I wanna jump him.

Making pasta noodles? You mean like boiling them out of a box?

[look at this uncultured heathen, what is he even doing with his life]

No, no-- he makes them from scratch. Like, with flour and water and all that? He made me and this girl Lucy supper the other week, and he started doing it at three o'clock. And when I said, oh, I bought some pasta from the store, let's just use that and go back to making out, he gave me a Look.

...

You can make noodles from scratch?

I thought they just...came in packages.

[SOMEHOW]

[...]

Did you think they were born there?

I DON'T SPEND A LOT OF TIME THINKING ABOUT NOODLES.

[Until now. Guess what's going to wake him up at 3 AM. GUESS.]

Well, come downstairs some day when Bruno's making supper, you can watch the whole thing.

[To sum: we have one man here who's currently consumed with the thoughts of noodles and how they're made; another who's starting to pout a bit because he's remembering the time his boyfriend abandoned making out with him in favor of making supper.]

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