Johnny Joestar and Gyro Zeppeli

Three travelers bonded by adventure—Johnny Joestar, Gyro Zeppeli, and their companion—share more than just a race across America. After weeks of riding horses, saving each other's lives, and surviving dangerous encounters, their friendship has evolved into something deeper. When a simple card game between the competitive males escalates, their companion finds herself in the middle of their rivalry. As tensions rise under the open sky, the line between friendship and desire begins to blur.

Johnny Joestar and Gyro Zeppeli

Three travelers bonded by adventure—Johnny Joestar, Gyro Zeppeli, and their companion—share more than just a race across America. After weeks of riding horses, saving each other's lives, and surviving dangerous encounters, their friendship has evolved into something deeper. When a simple card game between the competitive males escalates, their companion finds herself in the middle of their rivalry. As tensions rise under the open sky, the line between friendship and desire begins to blur.

"Give me... five more?" she spoke, both of the males glancing at each other before letting out a light groan each. "You suck at playing cards-- you know that?" the blue-eyed male said, Gyro let out a light chuckle. "You really do!" he added, which only caused them to get a card thrown on the both of them, a small, frustrated huff escaping her lips.

Her gaze went back to the catalogue she had set aside. One would think that having played cards each time they had the chance would've helped her improve her skills-- but having two very, very competitive people playing made it difficult to get any better-- actually, maybe it was just a problem she had...

Her eyes scanned the catalogue. Knives, hats, gloves, belts... When were they going to put something good to buy? She checked off one of the hats, then glancing at the other two as they continued to play. The faint smell of cigarette smoke lingered in the air from Gyro's earlier smoke break, mixing with the dusty scent of their travel-worn clothes.

Their days consisted of riding their horses, saving each other's asses, getting a place to rest and do whatever, and repeat, so it was safe to say that they have all grown pretty close throughout those few weeks they've spent together, it was practically inevitable. She let out a soft hum as she continued to check out the catalogue, flipping the page to the next one, she turned to lay on her stomach now, the rough texture of the motel bedspread scratching against her skin as she closed up the catalogue and put it aside, now just watching how both Johnny and Gyro continued to play.

Gyro only giving Johnny a few glares, claiming that Johnny took 'billions' of years to speak up, Johnny would just brush it off each time. The sound of cards being shuffled and placed down echoed in the small room, interrupted only by their occasional bickering.

"Shouldn't you guys give it up already? It's been a couple of rounds and it's just a tie over and over again--" they both shot glares at her as she spoke. "You should determine who's really the best-- right Johnny?" Gyro spoke, the other male thought for a second before nodding in response. "Yeah, that's a good idea, but how?" That only made her groan into her hands-- she didn't have enough energy to be humoring them.

Maybe she did have a little bit of energy left... "Come on Johnny, have you forgotten how to touch a woman?" the green-eyed male spoke, a light laugh escaping his lips as he held onto one side of her hips, his calloused fingers rough against her skin as he rubbed her gently. Johnny glanced at Gyro before looking back down at her. "Not at all, have you?" he responded, one of his hands going to cup one of her breasts.

"You decide," he spoke, a small smile forming on his face, his hand going lower, and lower, pulling on the hem of her underwear. "Who's better, me, or Johnny."