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Things That Go Boom	By : CardDragonBall Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 3310 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Things that Go Boom:

WA-R-NING.
1. This is Jak 3 smuttage.

2. I don't own Jak or Jinx or Daxter or Torn or Zoomers or anything else mentioned in this fic.

3. Smut. Man/man smut. Okay? Okay! Oh, and this is me first fic in this 'verse (obviously) so cut me some slack if it's a little off.
The urge to have adventures and save the world/universe/Daxter's ass was really a problem when it came to things like this.
Jinx had grabbed him out of the middle of yet another gathering of friends at the Naughty Ottsel and pulled him to the side, near the door to inform him: "Jak! Torn's in trouble!"
Jak didn't question this, he followed Jinx to the zoomer, hopped in and let Jinx drive him wherever it was that this trouble was originating, blood pumping hard in his veins as he took stock of his eco-reserves. Mentally counted all the ammo for his weapons and grinned (privately) about how it had been a while since anything really exciting had happened.
It wasn't until they pulled up to a dimly lit rathole of a (house?) that he realized the important problems with what Jinx had said to him.
1. Torn was at the gathering at the Naughty Ottsel.

2. Torn was being felt up by Ashelin and decidedly not in trouble.

3. Jinx wouldn't give a shit about Torn if the chance to drive fast and blow up things wasn't involved.
"Just what are you doing?"
"You're a big pretty boy; what do you think I'm doing?" Jinx sucked a lung full of smoke and blew it out. Leered at him--a serious leer not just the 'I'm calling you pretty boy and you're ignoring the direct implications of my eyes on your ass' playful leer.
"You lied to me."
Another grin. The sort of grin that came naturally to Jinx; cocky and shit-eating. "Look at that, you've got brains and looks." With that, Jinx grabbed the back of Jak's head, right at the top of his neck, base of his hair and pulled him forward. Demanding and imposing but not quite intimidating. The everpresent cigarette was abandoned and smoke-flavored mouth covered his. An eternity later, Jinx pulled back and glared at him. "Work with me here, pretty boy."
"Look Jinx..."
"Shut up." This time he was hauled over the gear shift in the middle of the zoomer and fell onto Jinx' lap. He heard the other blond grunt and instinctively pulled back. Jinx grabbed his hips and yanked him tight up against him. Jak could feel the heat of Jinx arousal and blushed like an idiot. He looked at Jinx all close up, at the stubble and the roughness of his jaw, felt fingers digging into his skin and resisted the urge to shiver.
Then he was being kissed again. And he let it happen, caught up in the smoke-haze of the moment, he tipped his head to one side and obediently held his mouth open just a little wider. He was fairly skilled at going with things, he had made a habit of rolling with the punches, doing whatever it was everyone else thought he ought to do (well, as long as Daxter was involved and said thing served some purpose toward the greater goal. In this situation however, he did NOT want Daxter here and he wasn't sure what the hell the goal was.)
Jinx pulled back and licked his lips, looked him over lewdly and shifted his hips so that prodding hardness was pressed just a little more noticeably against Jak. Cleared his throat and gave him another leer. "So?"
"So what?"
"Do I need to spell it out for ya, pretty boy?" Hands on his knees, inching their way up his thighs and it felt indecently hot.
"I don't know what you thought you were going to get Jinx but--" Whatever came after that was cut off by the hand that pressed between his thighs, right up against his erection, all nice and close. Just a little pressure and he was putty. Nobody but him had ever touched him that way and he hadn't ever really wanted anyone to. (Well, not that he had admitted, anyway. There was that awkward time with Dax pre-Ottsel-ification.)
"First off," Jinx growled. "I am going to get it. Right, pretty boy?"
What? There was a conversation going on here? He blinked his eyes, felt his focus going away a little, felt the dark and light eco roaring around inside of him and let his control on the dark slip just a little. Because it was easier to be naughty then. Grabbed the hand that was rubbing him and held it away from him. Looked down at Jinx and the unfailing smirk. Vision focusing on everything male about him. Jaw and lips and stubble. Sharp eyes and big hands.
Jak hopped out of the zoomer, saw Jinx right after him, felt the body impact against him, pushing him toward the door. Hardness right against his ass, and hand on his stomach. Jinx opened his front door with the other, pushed his hips against Jak to get him to move.
"Told ya," Jinx said in his ear and pushed him. Jak stumbled forward in the darkened room, hit the bed and fell face first on it. Spit out the mouthful of blankets and rolled onto his back. Jinx was on top of him, thighs against his hips and hands right next to his head. "Off with this," Jinx said and yanked the goggles off. He tossed them over across the room and leaned down. Grinning.
The lights buzzed on slowly. Dim and seedy.
"I never said yes," Jak said finally.
"Spread your legs." Like he hadn't heard him or something. Jak clamped his knees together stubbornly and let his control slip just a little more, felt anger in his belly that was tightening everything down more, making him more aware of the growing heartbeat throb between his thighs. Making him feel more agreeable to the spread-the-legs plan instead of less.
"Why?" Jak demanded.
"Why?" Jinx demanded back. "Why?! You a fucking woman under all your clothes? Why?"
Jak flipped them over, pulled out his gun and pointed it right at the man he had pinned under him. Realized too late that he had (inadvertantly) spread his legs as commanded and this prompted Jinx to smirk at him. "I could waste you."
"You won't. Now put the gun down." Jinx grabbed it from him and threw it across the room like the goggles. Rolled them back over so he was on top and Jak was spread under him. Kissed him again and Jak tore at the arrogant bastard. Felt claws under his fingertips and held that back. Sucked on the mouth that was against his, ripped at the clothes that kept him from feeling skin. Rubbed the ache between his legs against Jinx lean hips.
Until the pressure went away. Jinx crawled off the bed and stripped his shirt. Grabbed something off a stand of cardboard boxes and turned around to look at him. All suave and dashing in the low light. Then he was back on the bed, pulling Jak's shirt off, and his belts.
Jak let him do it. Laid back against the bed and thought about what was happening here. He was getting dangerously close to that part of the thing where he was supposed to be naked and...other things. The only thing that kept him from letting that precious little control light had on him slip was: "Why, Jinx?"
"Fuck, this again? Why not pretty boy?"
"That's not good enough."
"I like playing with things that go boom," Jinx said. Serious enough that Jak took him at his word.
Serious enough that Jak laughed at him. Thought that if Daxter was here, it would definitely be time for some serious sarcasm. But the ottsel was happily entertaining his new ottsel lady and Jinx was leaning down close and threatening.
"Something funny, pretty boy?"
"Oh, noooo, of course not." Pause for effect. "Boom."
Jinx gave him a grin. That was his warning before the hand slipped down his pants and a palm and fingers that were not his was wrapped around his erection. Confident and cocky and moving already. Stroking him as Jinx smirked right in his face. He grabbed the other man by the upper arms, felt the flex of muscles there and tipped his head back shamelessly. Vision black and spotty but that was alright. He opened his legs and whined because it made his pants pull up uncomfortably. "That's what I thought," Jinx murmured and moved back. Stripped his pants off and then his own pants. They fell together naked now. Skin stinging with sweat and kissing again. Jak thighs tingling with every touch of bare skin against them. Erection painful against Jinx's.
He gasped for air when the kiss was over and ignored the chuckle this brought.
"Jinx," Jak moaned. Blushed at the sound of his own voice, gritty with sex like it was.
"Shut up." Jinx moved his fist down between their bodies, Jak felt him moving it but couldn't figure out what he was doing. Something wet against him--down there--and he managed enough brain functions to grab Jinx by the hair seconds before he was being impaled.
"JINX!"
This earned him another cocky-ass grin. "Yeah, pretty boy?"
The fact that it hurt was not significant. He'd felt infinitely worse pain in his lifetime. It was more the fact that it was the obvious thing he had been ignoring that snuck up and bit him (almost literally) in the ass. He balled up his fist and punched Jinx in the face. "Bastard!" Rolled with him when the man fell to the side and ended up on top of him. Black eco energy spiked in the room around him and purple lighting shot through the room.
Jinx sat up, grabbed him by the ass and pulled him down--sank deeper into him and Jak grabbed the man's shoulder in his hand, tight. The other of his hands in that dark blond hair. Let his head fall back so he felt his hair on his back, his ears were burning with heat. Whatever had hurt before was gone. Everything was throbbing now. Everything was humming with tension and need.
"Move your ass, pretty boy." Jinx sucked on his skin, on his collar bone, right where it wouldn't show with his clothes on. Let his hand rub Jak's back and left him to move. As if he had enough brain power to manage that. But he tightened his grip on the cocky jerk and rolled his whole body into the thrust. Felt his mouth fall open and the strangled little gasp fall into the dark air between them. Moved, up and down. Slow and uncertain, but building a rhythm as he went with instinct.
More and now. Jinx hardness, all inside of him, sinking deeper and spreading him open, touching everything inside that wanted to be touched. His rough skin against Jak's sensitive thighs, his hot mouth on his chest. Fingers on his back, on his ass, kneading him everywhere.
"Jinx," he murmured again. Pleading almost. Like him--three times world savior thank you--needed to plead. But he said it and meant it and moved harder. Up and thrust down, pistoning motion, searching for the more that his body demanded.
Jinx shoved him back on the bed so he was flat, pulled his legs up so they were bent over the lean shoulders and hands held his hips in place. He buried his hands in the blankets, fisted them up tight. Groaned with the first hard thrust that made the bed shake.
Jinx groaned with him. Smokey groan, dark and gravelly and everything that man was. His hips moved, fucking--primal and animal. Hips slapping. His name like a mantra, a growl that was repeated with every thrust deep into him.
He tore the blanket in his hand and reached his hand down to fist his own erection. Put years of practice to good use and stroked his throbbing erection in time with the thrusts. Felt himself losing it and felt the rhythm go to shit, Jinx was leaning down hard against him now, stretching his legs almost uncomfortably, humping him desperately (and had his mind not been so scattered, that might have been funny) until they spiraled out of control and black and purple eco bursts lit up the room.
Jak howled. Jinx groaned.
The older man collapsed on the bed next to him, sweat soaked. Looked at him with a sated smile.
"Boom," Jak panted and then grinned back.
"Yeah, pretty boy--boom."
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Daxter: Where's the orange lightening. I'm your favorite MISSY!

Jak: Uh, but you're an animal...

Jinx: And this fic was for Jaygoose.

Torn: *randomly walks in the room*

Everyone: *glances at Torn*

Torn: ...What?

Jinx: Like we're just going to let you get away with walking in here...

Torn: ??

Jak: You got the lube?

Jinx: yup.

Daxter: My life is shit. *is forced to watch smut rather than participate*
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