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Growing up with Jonathan Joestar (and his family, by extension), was a treat. Your family was close friends with theirs, and his father had pulled a few strings to have your family put up in a house by their own; while it wasn’t as luxurious, it was the least George Joestar could do for an old friend and his family.
Jonathan, preferred to be known as Johnny, was your best friend. You were there by his side from a young age and had even helped him find Danny; you even housed the little mouse on a few occasions. The two of you were like peas in a pod.
You were also there by his side when his brother had passed. He held your hand in a vice grip when the accident happened. You held him close and offered a shoulder to cry on, alongside words of comfort. The two of you grew closer than ever before, and Johnny, even at his young age, would swear up and down that he needed you.
You stood by him on his path to become a genius jockey, cheering him on whole-heartedly and earnestly from the stands. Even though he could never seem to beat Diego Brando, you never lost your faith in your friend. Diego’s eyes seemed to linger on you after races while you were talking to Johnny. You were never sure of what the look in his eyes meant; whether or not he recognized you as Johnny’s companion from childhood or whether or not he wanted to crush you under his horse’s hooves for merely associating with Johnny.
It was after one of Johnny’s numerous second place finishes that you shared your first kiss with him. Away from any kind of photographer or limelight, lest this rookie jockey garner any unwanted publicity. It was a little frenzied, and a little sweaty, but it was sincere. The kiss was full of the affection that Johnny harbored for you since your childhood. You adored him and you couldn’t have been happier.
You were not there, however, when Johnny had the blowout with his father. You were there for the aftermath, as Johnny burst into your home unannounced, teeth grit and fists clenched so hard his knuckles were white. You had been able to calm him down in the past from his angry spells before; but this was different. This was a deep-seated rage, one that had been building up for years unbeknownst to you. Despite everything Johnny had shared with you, his strained relationship with his father was one thing he had chosen to omit. The two of you sat together on your couch and you tried placing your hand on top of his. He jerked it away and shouted that he didn’t want to be touched right now. In turn, you backed off and scooted away from him. Continuing on his tirade, he shouted how he would be, should be better than he already is. He just needed to cut out distractions in his life, focus on beating Diego Brando and focus on that only. Warily, you asked what he meant. Johnny replied that this was the last time he would make an active choice to see you; that whatever relationship that had been budding since that kiss was no longer an option. You sat in stony silence when he glanced at you, and continued to do so until he left your house. Your parents offered words of comfort, but you just let the events that just unfolded before you soak in.
That was fine. If Johnny really felt that way about racing, you’d be fine with it.
You watched from the sidelines as papers began to refer to him as a “genius”. No longer attending his races as a cheerleader, you saw him about town and in the newspapers and that was enough interaction for you. Especially when he had a woman on either of his arms. You exchanged glances from across the street and you never let your eyes linger for too long. Johnny’s newfound womanizing attitude and reputation got to the point where you asked your parents to refrain from talking about him. Even if he had died, you didn’t want to hear about it (which was an exaggeration, you would be devastated to hear that your childhood friend had died, but your parents understood).
Around the same time, Diego began to take notice of your absence at the races, and the increasing amount of women that flocked to Johnny. He asked offhandedly after a race where you were, and Johnny just scoffed in response. Raising an eyebrow, Diego pressed further. Johnny replied that he didn’t have time to settle down with anyone, that racing was infinitely more important than that. He didn’t see the side-eye Diego gave him as Johnny greeted the group of women with a cocky grin.
About a week after that, you were out grocery shopping for your mother. She needed you to pick up some last-minute ingredients for a meal she was making for supper. There had been talk of a cross-country horse race, called the Steel Ball Run, and she had offered for your home to act as a rest stop for tired and weary travelers. Diego saw you from across the street and called your name. Looking over at him, you responded in kind, though his name came out as more of a question. He crossed the road and walked up to you, offering to hold the bags of groceries. The two of you walked slowly home, catching up on what the two of you had missed since you first met as children. While you weren’t quite considered friends, the two of you were friendly with each other as kids. On your way home you happened to pass by an opera house. You averted your eyes and stared at the sidewalk as you passed by Johnny, his arm slung around a girl, heckling the man at the ticket booth. He glanced at you, and if his head whipped around any faster to get a double take at who you were with, his neck would have snapped. Diego made brief eye contact with him before giving him a ghost of a smirk and walking even closer to you. The girl asked if Johnny knew the person Diego was with, but he mumbled something she couldn’t understand and craned his neck to watch you walk away until you were both out of sight. Biting the inside of his cheek, he reluctantly turned his attention back to the ticket booth.
The Steel Ball Run had started a while ago and as promised by your mother, your house was indeed intended to be used as a rest stop. She had cleared out a handful of rooms to turn them into temporary bedrooms, made bulk batches of her best cooking, and overall it was a good time. Johnny had already arrived and convinced his partner, Gyro, to stay for an extra night. Gyro grumbled but was ultimately sated with your mother’s cooking and hospitality. To your surprise, Johnny was in a wheelchair. He explained that it happened the night he was at the opera house, and recounted his stories from being alone in the hospital. For a brief moment, your heart ached for him and you almost wished you didn’t tell your parents to stop updating you with news of Johnny’s life.
Almost.
Both your family and most of the other racers had gone to bed by this point, so it was just the two of you sitting at your dining room table. He sat at the head of the table, to your immediate left, and spoke to you in a soft tone that you hadn’t heard in years. Johnny avoided looking at your eyes, but his hand was dangerously close to yours and your chest hurt. It was like he was himself from all those years ago.
Just as he was about to apologize for his actions, for hurting you and shutting you out, the repeated bane of his existence walked through your door.
“Is anyone still awake?” Diego’s voice rang out through the halls. You stood up immediately and started for the front door. Johnny grit his teeth and clenched his fist.
“Yes,” you breathed as you turned the corner. He had a bandage on his cheek and he looked a little thinner, more lithe, than he did when you last saw him. Diego embraced you with open arms and buried his face into the crook of your neck. He glanced up and saw Johnny wheeling out to the foyer.
“Was I interrupting something?” Diego spoke softly into your ear, maintaining eye contact with Johnny.
“No, no we were just catching up,” you kept your hands on his shoulders, looking back at your old friend. “I haven’t spoken to him in years, so we were just reminiscing.”
“I see. Johnny,” Diego greeted him curtly, nodding in his direction.
“Diego.” Johnny bit back.
Turning his attention back to you, Diego spoke again. “I know that it’s late, but would you be willing to help me put Silver Bullet up in your stable?”
“You can do it yourself,” Johnny snapped. “Why do you need help?”
“I was teaching them how to care for a horse just before the race started, JoJo,” he hissed Johnny’s despised nickname. “I would like to observe whether or not they retained that skill.”
Before Johnny could reply, Diego lead you out of your home and toward the stables. You walked silently beside him, noting his hand on your waist. As you neared the stables, you saw that his horse was already put up for the night. He suddenly turned your path away from the stables and toward the woods beside your house.
“Diego?” You looked up at him quizzically and he responded by pressing his lips to yours. They were a little more chapped than you remembered, but you chalked that up to being in the wilderness for an extended period of time. He held you in a heated kiss for a moment before releasing your lips.
“I missed you,” he murmured, kissing you once again. You melted into his arms just as he pulled you flush against his chest. “I couldn’t stop thinking of you.”
You sighed out his name as he pressed little kisses to your jaw. He moved from holding you in a hug to resting both hands on your hips, muttering. “I apologize for being so forward, but I just can’t help myself.”
“It’s okay,” you shook your head in response, “if I want you to stop anything I’ll say so.”
Diego grinned against your skin and gently bit down on your neck, running his hands up and down your sides. You shuddered under his touch, which he absolutely reveled in. Backing you up until your body hit a tree, Diego took the opportunity to hike you up and wrap your legs around his waist. You knocked his helmet off of his head and ran one hand through his hair, the other resting on the side of his neck. He kissed from the edge of your lips to your neck, taking his time and making sure it was extra sensual. You groaned and rolled your head back onto the tree, allowing him some more space. He gladly took that opening, because his tongue and teeth were on your skin immediately. You shivered under him and softly moaned out his name, prompting him to roll his hips up into yours. Breaking away from your neck with a wet ‘pop’, he looked up at you and watched your expression while he found a rhythm to grind into you with. Your nails dug into the back of his shirt and you cracked an eye open to look back at him. Diego greeted you with a small, but satisfied, smile and continued his actions. One of his arms snaked around your back and pulled you close to him with his free hand resting on your hip. He continued teasing you like this for a good while, until you were whimpering. He bit his lip and shut his eyes, rolling his hips up into you one last time before stopping.
“Diego,” you gasped, “please don’t stop…!”
“No? Are you sure you want to go that far with me? We’re both unwed, you know,” he teased, grinding into you again and pressing a gentle kiss to your jaw.
You groaned, gripping his skin. “At least finish what you start! We can’t be out here too long, people…Johnny will get suspicious and want to come looking…”
‘Let him,’ Diego thought, but he nodded and undid his pants in a hurry with his free hand. He grunted at the feeling of a breeze on his cock, soon turning his attention to your offending garments. He opened your top enough for him to see your chest, and put you down briefly so you could get rid of your pants and underwear. Once those were gone, he hiked you back up against the tree and positioned his cock at your entrance. He licked the hand that wasn’t holding you to him, and rubbed it against you, barely fingering you. You let your head roll back against the tree once more, and tangled your fingers in his hair. Once he plunged his finger inside of you, you let out a small yelp and yanked on his locks. He hissed and you whispered out an apology, though it seemed as though it went unheard. He pumped his finger in and out of you, searching for the spot that would make you sing for him. Once he found it (by way of your sharp moan), he wasted no time in pulling his hand away from you and guiding his cock into your entrance. You hugged his body close to yours and buried your face in his shoulder as he entered you. He echoed your apology and pressed a soft kiss to your ear, though he instantly began moving in and out of you. You bit your lip to keep your moans from getting too loud, but it was useless; Diego was bent on making sure you were loud. He spent a good while fucking you against the tree, but after a while it got monotonous for him. He put you down and hissed for you to face away from him. You gave him a confused look but did as you were told; you noted the octave drop in his voice and his now gravelly tone.
He ran his hands over your ass and bent you forward until you felt the need to really hold onto that tree for balance; your entire torso nearly level with his hips. Diego licked his lips and eased himself into you once more, this time giving you a moment to adjust to him. You moaned as he filled you up to the hilt, dropping your head. You gave him a little thumbs up to signal you were good for him to move again, and he smirked. He instantly began rutting into you at a fairly fast pace, his nails digging into your hips and surely leaving marks, if not drawing blood. You whined from the sensation and he leaned his body over yours, biting down near forcefully on the junction of your neck and shoulder. If his nails didn’t draw blood, his teeth probably did. You yelped again and one hand reached up to clamp over your mouth, the other alternating between scratching at your thigh and at your chest. You moaned his name into his hand, and he growled in response.
“You’re mine,” his statement was obscured by your flesh between his teeth, but you nodded enthusiastically in response anyway. He picked up his pace and gave you what you assumed (and hoped) was everything he had; if it was anything less, you were afraid of what he really could do to you. As he felt his climax approaching, he used his free hand to reach down and stroke at you, determined to have you cum as well. This action earned him a muffled, but still fairly loud, moan from you. He grinned and let go of your shoulder to growl into your ear. “You like that?”
You nodded again and he continued to stroke you, upping the ante. Your fingers were trembling and digging into the bark of the tree, and your knees were shaking like they were going to give out. At this rate, he would have to carry you back into the house. You came with a high-pitched moan and Diego rutted into you a few more times before biting down on the opposite shoulder and thrusting into you fully, reaching his own climax. He let out a guttural moan and milked himself with you a few times. Once he felt he was finished enough to compose himself, he removed his teeth and cock from you slowly. He stepped back to admire his work and sure enough, there were bloody bite marks on each of your shoulders. He looked down at his hand and saw that there was a bit of blood in his nails too, so that meant he had successfully scratched you. He grinned to himself and helped you get dressed again before fixing his own attire up. You looked at him with a dazed but satisfied expression.
“What are we going tell Johnny?”
Diego smirked and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, helping you walk back to the house. “We’ll tell him we were just catching up.”