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Impromptu	By : jaygoose Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 2967 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Impromptu
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Author’s
Note: Yes, yes, we all
knew this was going to happen. But it’s been too long since I’ve written a
lemon and never since I’ve written a good one. I think it’s time to change
that. Well I hope so at least. I present to you my first Jak and Daxter fandom
PWP. I won’t ruin the fun by giving the pairing away, but those of you who are
familiar with me might have a idea of who it is that Jak’s getting so friendly
with. And those of you who aren’t here’s a hint, I love yaoi and I love strange
pairings. *grins* If you’re scared, here’s your chance, run away! *cackles*

Impromptu

He would never be
the one to make the first move. It was sort of an unspoken thing between them.
It was a relief in a way, not to have to be the one to take the initiative for once.
Though, just to be clear, there was no one else he’d be so accommodating to.
And there was absolutely no one else he would let catch him off guard like
this.
It was a shame
that the man’s talents weren’t used for the forces of good.
Nonetheless there
was still a flicker of white light just behind his eyes and a quickening of his
breath. He inhaled and exhaled deliberately, willing up just a bit of the dark
light to reestablish the balance. It usually happened so quickly that it went
unnoticed. Though it only helped to reaffirm the belief that he still had a
ways to go before he could truly control it. He doubted it would be a problem
again for the rest of the night however. He’d be sure of that.
Not two seconds
later, once again deep blue eyes peered out of the corners of narrowed lids and
watched as a pair of leather holsters were placed on the shelf right beside
him. The owner of those same eyes, the more exotically blond of the two of
them, placed a hand against the wall to steady himself as the other pressed up
against him. Jak didn’t even turn around when a pair of arms wrapped around his
middle. He already knew who it was behind him. If nothing else, it was all in
the man’s smell.
Tobacco, gunpowder
and musk, just what you’d expect him to smell like, but there was something
else. Something that reminded Jak of a time that seemed so long ago. It wasn’t
like the ocean air scents he noticed when he used to play in the blue eco
wells. It wasn’t like the burning wood smell of red eco either. It was sharper
and had his darker self nearly drooling at the slightest hit of it. It was more
like heated metal. More like yellow eco.
The scent had a
tendency to cling to your clothes if he remembered correctly. And his visitor
was saturated with it, a consequence of spending so much time around the
combustible substance obviously.
Jak smirked
slightly when the man’s chin rested firmly on his sholder, a roughened cheek
almost nuzzling into him. The man was taller than him, much like everyone else,
but Jak didn’t mind. It helped things go a lot smoother most of the time.
“Fancy findin’ you
here, Pretty boy. Y’know… I was just thinkin’ about ya.”
Jak hummed his
response, only turning his head a little at the sound of the man’s voice in his
ear. There was only one person he’d ever let get away with calling him ‘Pretty
boy’ and live to tell about it.
“Though, in the
situation I had in mind, you were wearin’ a lot less.”
Jak couldn’t help
it; the smirk he’d been sporting threatened to turn into a full on grin. But
instead he just closed his eyes with a small smile and leaned forward a bit,
giving his visitor more room to work with.
Deft hands barely
tugged at the strap of leather that held his sholder guard in place and had it
removed in mere seconds. His scarf fluttered to the floor moments later,
followed by the light clatter of his goggles.
He felt warm
breath on the nape of his neck, the other man’s nose brushing into his short
hair. Then moist lips and a hot tongue, but he didn’t worry. The dirty blond
behind him wouldn’t leave a mark, he never did. Not where anyone could see
anyway.
The developing
blush on his face had gotten ten times worse when Jak felt the first feather
light touch of rough fingertips. They
grazed just under the hem of his shirt and he was treated to a muffled chuckle
when his response was a noticeable quiver.
It was just down
right embarrassing how well his lover knew him sometimes.
A surprisingly
ungloved hand rested on his hip to hold him steady as the other continued
further into his shirt. The other man’s hands were cold; they were always cold
even with the gloves. It caused Jak to clench his teeth a bit but he forced
himself to relax into the touch.
Jak’s breathing
increased as the hand moved on from the taunt muscles of his abdomen up to his
chest and over raised nipples. Sending jolts of pleasure right into the very
pits of his belly. He sighed quietly, his eyes still tightly shut, and bit down
on his bottom lip as he concentrated on the feeling of his lover’s hands as
they continued to roam.
“God, Jak…”
The green blond’s
ears perked up at the utterance of his name. It was the only thing the man
behind him could get out before Jak was pulled back against him suddenly. The
dirty blond ground his still clothed erection into him roughly, groaning
quietly in his ear.
“Ya make me crazy,
y’know that?”
Jak grinned
against his will at the comment. He knew that of course. Had known it from the
very beginning. His lover had never seemed like the shy type. Tonight had been
no different. The green rooted blond had felt his lover’s eyes on him since
he’d walked through the door.
The amusing
thought fluttered away as quickly as it came however, as the hand that had been
resting on his hip began to slip into the waistband of his pants and on into
his boxers. Unkempt nails passed through a lighter and then on to a thicker
trail of the emerald colored hair found there. The man behind him had succeeded
in pulling a quiet whimper from him.
Jak could feel his
lover smiling into his neck. But he didn’t say anything and neither did the
other. The naturally talkative disposition of the man usually ceased when he
was concentrating on something anyway. Another trait Jak had picked up on over
time.
A few sudden tugs
on the leather that held his pants closed and they were soon sagging low on his
hips along with his underwear. The older man just as suddenly wrapped a hand
around Jak’s hardening length. He ran a callused thumb across the swollen head.
He collected the moisture he found there and with a practiced jerk he’d spread
the fluid enough for a smoother stroke.
The younger man
groaned and pushed back into the dirty blond’s grip practically begging for him
to continue.
His lover
immediately obliged, beginning a painfully slow pace. Jak all but growled in
disapproval but it felt too good to make him stop now. The green haired man
knew the other was smiling again but didn’t care as he was now increasing the
pace of his strokes. Jak grunted and bucked his hips in time with the
movements, his eyes fluttering closed as he focused on the sensations this
created.
“You wanna cum,
huh Jakkie?” His lover asked him, his voice low and heavy, nothing like it
usually sounded.
Jak’s breath
hitched in his throat before he could mumble a reply and instead of answering
he began rocking his hips faster in time with each stroke. A strangled moan and
then… nothing, the bastard stopped.
He didn’t really
care about the pathetic whimper that escaped his lips. Jak was more concerned
with why that wonderful thing that had been about to happened hadn’t. And as
soon as he caught his breath, he’d make sure the son of bitch behind him knew
it.
“Yeah…” A light
chuckle, “Yeah, ya do. But it ain’t fair for you ta have all the fun.”
His lover’s warm,
tobacco hinted breath tickled his ear and he groaned in frustration. But Jak
knew by now it was no use. The man wouldn’t give him any more pleasure unless
he was assured he’d be getting some in return as well.
Selfish bastard.
At the sound of
rustling fabric, Jak leaned forward on the wall and pressed his sweat-drenched
forehead against the arm resting there. He let his pants fall down further, the
only things keep them from the floor now was the leather tied just under his
knees. He spread his legs obediently for his lover and ignored the
nicotine-laced chuckle he heard behind him.
It was just so
heartwarming that his lover found this all so very amusing.
Though, it was the
sound of a plastic cap being flipped open that caused the younger man to grit
his teeth.
“Hurry up…” Jak
said just loud enough for the other to hear, his own voice huskier than
usual.
His lover didn’t
bother responding or giving any sort of warning before he pressed a slick
finger into him. There was barely a sound made in the next few moments, other
then Jak’s soft pants as he rocked back into the intrusion and stroked himself.
The younger of the
two had made a point to show that he was enjoying himself.
Yet, his lover
suddenly removed his fingers causing Jak even more frustration. But before this
could be commented on, the dirty blond had positioned himself and without any
sort of preamble pushed his way inside. Jak gasped and called out, latching
onto whatever surface he could find.
But once sheathed
completely inside of him, his lover barely moved. There was only the smallest
rocking rhythm and no more. Jak tried to get some kind of friction, however
bent over and held against the older man’s hips it wasn’t much use. But he
needed something, anything to ease the tension coiled tight in his belly.
“Ji…Ahhhhh!”
His lover pulled
out and pushed back in forcefully before he could finish what he had been
trying to say. Nonetheless, he tried again anyway.
“You… fuck!”
Jak could tell the
bastard was grinning. Utterly pleased with himself at causing such a reaction.
And he had apparently taken the last outburst as a command and commenced to
pound the merry hell out of the green blond’s backside.
Grunts, groans and
the sounds of skin smacking against skin soon filled the small space they now
occupied. With every passing second the air around them only got warmer and
warmer, at one point, causing Jak to come completely out of his shirt.
Jak bit down on
his lip almost hard enough to draw blood as he thrust madly into his own hand.
It was if his lover couldn’t get deep enough inside him. But still every thrust
was aimed perfectly for that place within him that never failed to produce more
unintelligible mush to pass over his lips.
Once again it was
sickening how well his lover knew him.
Not that he cared
nor did it matter to the man behind him. As it was, his lover seemed to be too
focused on the task at hand to notice his utter defenselessness at the moment.
As the pace
increased, surprisingly strong fingers dug into his hip and pulled at his hair
as he was fucked almost violently. But it was just the way Jak liked it and his
lover had never been one to disappoint.
One quick jerk and
a sharp thrust later, Jak was calling out his blessed release in the form of
choked off yell. His lover reaching the same finish moments later with his own
muffled moan. The dirty blond managed a few more shallow thrusts before Jak’s
legs began to give out on him. The older man held Jak up as best he could, but
his own stance was beginning to waver.
They both ended up
kneeling on the floor of the small space together. The older man leaning
heavily against Jak, his chin once again resting on the younger’s shoulder. The
green blond could barely make out the broad grin of the other out of the
corners of his blurred eyes.
By the Precursors,
he could just fall asleep like this and damn whoever walked in on them this way.
But soon enough, the comforting warmth pressed against and within Jak was gone.
He could hear the
rustling sounds of fabric as the dirty blond readjusted his clothes. He
proceeded to redress himself as well. He righted his ever-present goggles and stood
up just in time to watch his lover light a cigar. The flame of the lit match
illuminated a stubble-ridden grin and a pair of playful dark green eyes.
Jinx shook the
match out and slung his effects over his sholder. After smoothing his hair back
with his free hand, he gave Jak one last lingering look and then he was gone.
Jak found himself
grinning despite himself and wondering briefly what exactly Jinx used all those
little pockets of his for. He’d really have to get around to asking him one
day. His curiosity was getting the better of him.
The green blond
returned reluctantly to the task he’d been sent into the storeroom to complete
in the first place. Jak peered through sleep heavy eyelids as he tried to
locate the nearly forgotten bottle of whiskey. After finding it, he headed out
of the door as well, that dopey little grin still plastered on his face.
He had been gone
for a while now, but he doubted that anyone had missed him. They never did.
Besides, Daxter’s parties always called for the attention to be focused solely
on his self anyway.
And that’s just
the way Jak liked it.

A/N: I don’t think I surprised anyone who knows
of me, but this was hella fun. I’ve wanted to write this for a whole month now.
*laughs* Finally some Jinxy/Jakkie porn! *dances* Oh gods, what
the hell is wrong with me! *runs away from flying bricks*
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