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Fun and Games	By : sillyneko345 Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 5931 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the game this story is based from (Jak & Daxter), nor do I profit from writng it.

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AN: This is a story I’ve wanted to work on for quite a while, but just could not due to being much too busy with other things. I’m so happy it’s time to write it now! We’re aiming for four chapters in this one—let’s see if we can stick to that limit this time. Hope you all enjoy!

Characters: Jak and Daxter, and Sandover Village, and all the other characters mentioned belong to Naughty Dog, Inc.

For Your Info: This fic is set just before the first Jak & Daxter game, the Precursor Legacy. The boys are in their younger teen years, here, and brim full of spunk and curiosity. Those darn kids… just can’t keep ‘em out of mischief! This is also the prelude fic to “Hush.” It may seem like they aren’t related at first, but they are, I promise. Onward!

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     A cool rain poured down on Sandover Village. It drummed steadily on the thatched roofs of the small huts, beat a tattoo on the sandy ground, dripped from the leaves of swaying palm trees, and happily became one with the vast ocean as it plinked down into the rushing waves on Sentinel Beach. Grey clouds covered the sunset, casting the seaside into an early twilight.
     In short, it was the perfect evening for an after dinner snooze.
     Jak twitched slightly as a soft breeze found its way through the open window and gently tickled a lock of green-gold hair against a long ear. The young adventurer stretched, content. It had been remarkably quiet around the old place lately.
     Only the week before, Jak’s uncle had gone away. For the first time since before Jak could remember, the old man had announced that he would be traveling again, if only for a short time. He would not say where he was going, only giving a bare hint about an empty spot on his map and briefly mentioning “north and east.” He had also adamantly refused to take Jak along. Apparently Jak was old enough to be left alone in the house for an extended period of time without a babysitter, but he was not old enough to go along on the lousy exploration of a blank spot “north and east.”
     Of course, Jak had protested. He had even gone so far as to utter an entirely sincere “please?” that completely shocked his uncle—it could be counted on the fingers of one hand how many times Jak had spoken out loud since coming to live with him as a small child barely out of diapers. Still, even that had not been enough to persuade the old explorer and he had left the next day, leaving his silently sulking nephew a long list of chores, cautions, and the strict order not to follow him.
     Jak snorted softly and stretched again. The nerve of some guardians, always thinking their charges were “still too young, my boy, still a bit too young.”
     Days later it still bothered the green-blonde, but only just. It would not be much longer before he was old enough to go off adventuring all on his own, whether or not his uncle approved. And after all, as his best friend Daxter had pointed out in an uncharacteristic show of insight, this might just be the old coot’s way of testing their maturity. If they were good boys, ate their vegetables, and didn’t destroy the house while he was away, maybe he would allow them to come along on his next explore. The more he thought about it, the more Jak felt that Dax was right, for a change.
     Daxter. Jak grinned, not opening his eyes.
     As soon as his uncle had left the premises the skinny redhead had in all respects moved in. Jak, still stewing over being left behind like a baby, had totally ignored the old man’s last and more emphatic instruction: “And keep your ugly friend out of here while I’m gone!”
     Besides, he would have let Dax stay even if he hadn’t been upset with his uncle. Daxter was his best pal, after all, and this was a golden opportunity for the two of them to do whatever they wanted—within reason—without getting into trouble for it. That included but was certainly not limited to a perpetual sleepover until Uncle returned.
     Finally deigning to exert the effort needed to roll over, Jak glanced around. He was lying on Daxter’s blankets, alone. The both of them had crashed on the floor in Dax’s makeshift bed to digest after a rather filling dinner, of the size that only teenaged boys seem able to consume without being physically sick. But then Jak had drifted off and been napping for some time, and now he didn’t know where the redhead had gotten off to.
     A soft sound, a rustle from the direction of the window, commanded Jak’s attention. Suspecting nothing, he looked… and was abruptly shocked into absolute stillness. There, perched lightly on the wide window ledge, Daxter was touching himself.
     Jak couldn’t move, couldn’t think, and couldn’t look away. Somehow his eyes seemed glued to the spectacle before him.
     Silhouetted in the wan light, staring lazily out into the mist and rain, Daxter seemed completely oblivious to Jak’s state of wakefulness. He also seemed oblivious to just about everything else. Slouched on the ledge, various articles of clothing removed, the redhead looked quite comfortable. Shirt open and hanging around thin, freckled shoulders, goggles for once down around his neck to allow his wild hair a bit of unusual freedom, loose white pants unbuttoned…
     Jak’s mouth went dry. Without consciously meaning to he shifted against the blankets, round blue eyes intently focused on the almost hypnotic movements of his best friend’s hand on his very obvious arousal. Up, down… up, down… up, down… Still without him being wholly aware of it, Jak’s own hand began to sneak lower.
     Somewhere out in the rainy twilight, a door slammed.
     Jak shook his head violently, abruptly jerked from his semi-dazed state. In one fluid motion he altered the course of his moving hand, grabbed instead for the pillow that was lying innocently next to him and hurled it at his friend. He then immediately covered his eyes. What was the redhead thinking?!
     Predictably, upon pillow impact Daxter jumped so hard he almost fell out the open window. The surprised shriek he let out as he desperately tried to keep his perch would have had Jak rolling with laughter under other circumstances—circumstances not involving what would surely be the most trouble either of them had ever been in if someone were to happen by and see what Daxter was up to.
     “J-jak, what the heck was that for?!” Breathing heavily from the scare the redhead quickly righted himself, barely able to avoid a short fall to the rather soggy ground outside. “That ain’t funny! Didn’t anybody ever teach ya not ta bug people when they’re busy like that?!”
     Without uncovering his eyes the young adventurer waved emphatically with the hand not currently over his face, a gesture that in no uncertain terms meant “cover up!”
     Dax snorted rather ill-temperedly. “Jeez, Jak, what’s yer problem? No one’s here ta see, are they? Last I checked it was just me an’ you.”
     Jak sighed loudly and chanced a quick peek between his fingers to see if his silent command had been heeded despite the protests. It hadn’t, of course. Daxter was rearranging himself on the sill, giving the green-blonde a very annoyed and much put-upon look.
     “Come on, loosen up. The breeze is nice. An’ it’s not like anybody’s gonna be walkin’ around out in the rain, randomly come around the back of yer house, an’ just happen ta look in the window.”
     Jak had to agree, albeit silently, that such an occurrence was unlikely at best. However, he still didn’t know what to do. Daxter obviously wasn’t going to stop until he was good and ready. Was Jak supposed to just accept it? Did he look away, pretend it wasn’t happening, or leave the room, or what? He was caught in the awkward predicament until Daxter unexpectedly did what he did best; he told Jak what to do.
     “Will ya quit lookin’ so worried already?! Jeez.” With a suffering sigh, the redhead scooted up to leave more room on the sill. Jak watched curiously out of the corner of his eye. “Get up here, then.”
     Jak turned and full on stared, mouth falling open slightly.
     “Come on, quit lookin’ so freaked out an’ get up here! It’s like you never did this before or somethin’.”
     Something between a pout and scowl graced the green-blonde’s face. Well of course he had done that before! Only, to his knowledge, masturbation was not a social activity. It wasn’t even an activity you mentioned in the presence of others, and he was pretty sure you were supposed to be mortally embarrassed if people caught you in the act. Was it his fault the thought of doing it in company was completely weird?
     “Has yer uncle been tellin’ ya weird crap again?” A red-gold eyebrow quirked as Jak shifted uncomfortably. “Jak, seriously. It’s normal an’ natural an’ all that happy junk. Besides, we’re best friends. We don’t hafta care about stuff like that.”
     Jak blinked. He hadn’t considered it that way. Finally pushing himself up off the floor, he warily approached the window. He still wasn’t quite sure about this…
     As he came closer his face couldn’t seem to make up its mind if it wanted to burn or break into a cold sweat, and he didn’t much like the feeling. He had never been embarrassed around Daxter before—had never had reason to. Much better to just believe the redhead, believe that they never had to be uncomfortable around each other at all. Even for something like this.
     With a quick hop, Jak landed perfectly on the ledge. It was a bit trickier to actually sit down on it, as both his and Daxter’s legs had gotten quite a bit longer since the last time they had tried to share the windowsill.
     “Hey, just a sec. Couldn’t just hoist yerself up here like a normal person, oh no…”
     Jak smiled, relaxing a little. It was hard to be weirded out when Daxter was running that sarcastic mouth of his. That was far too normal a thing. With a few tries they settled in, each with a leg hanging down inside the house and their other legs propped on the sill, crossed over each other at the calf. With backs pressed against the window frame for support, it was actually tolerably comfortable.
     “Huh. Is it just me, or did this window used ta be… bigger?”
     Jak started to chuckle, but the sound died in his throat. Dax was stroking himself again, right through casual commentary on the size of the window. It jerked Jak back to the situation at hand as his heart gave a quick and altogether unexpected jump at the sight. Another part of his anatomy, somewhat further down, also jumped. Ho-lee day-am, as Daxter had lately become fond of saying.
     Somewhat clumsily, the green-blonde quickly undid the ties at his own waist. He definitely did not want to be there and be the only one not touching himself. In some weird way, Daxter had turned the tables and made Jak seem like the odd one. He didn’t want to seem strange, didn’t want to be shown up. If Daxter could do it, then so could he.
     But more important than that even, Jak felt the need to extend the same sort of trust to the redhead. The “hey, we’re so close I don’t even care if you see me doing something totally private!” kind of trust that his friend was bestowing on him… if even in a spur-of-the-moment, unplanned sort of way.
     With a slow, steadying breath Jak shifted his pants down just enough to get a good hold on himself. His blush, somewhat tamed before, flared back to full strength. He should not be this hard already! He hadn’t even really touched himself yet, only… been tentatively looking at…
     Oh boy.
     Trying hard to look anywhere but directly at Daxter, Jak found himself noticing random things. He observed the small pile of tangled hand and foot wraps a short distance from the window, obviously removed and discarded before their owner climbed onto the sill, and the bright red vest tunic in a rumpled ball nearby. The dripping of water off the roof seemed inordinately loud. The press of Daxter’s bare leg against his own, much too warm. The green-blonde gulped. His focus darted to the redhead’s face almost against his will, just to check. Just to make sure there was nothing odd there.
     Daxter was gazing absently out the window again, something that immediately put Jak more at ease. At least Dax wasn’t looking at him being all nervous. Before he could find another place to focus, however, Jak’s blue eyes settled on something of their own choosing. Something small and insignificant, that he had seen every day for the past… however many years it had been now since they had met as knee high nippers.
     The redhead’s freckles. The little brown dots that sprinkled the skin of his small nose and slightly rounded cheeks. They speckled the tops of his ears, as well, and bony shoulders that saw sun at least once a day when weather permitted a frolic in the waves of Sentinel Beach or the pool under the big waterfall. Jak usually never noticed them, though. He was too busy laughing at something Daxter had said, or romping in the water, or helping puzzle out the location of their latest explore. He had never noticed how the fair redhead had lighter freckles down the sides of his neck. Across his winged collarbones. Down the center of his narrow chest and stomach…
     The green-blonde’s eyes widened comically. Oh, hells no. Since when did his best friend have equally fiery red hair, there?! The look on his face must have been truly hilarious, for the friend in question began to laugh.
     Daxter’s snorts and giggles might have made Jak immediately aware that his calculating looks had been noticed, but they didn’t make him want to throw his hands up in frustration any less. When did Dax decide to go and start really growing up without telling him first?
     “Well, excuse me! It’s been a long time since yer uncle tossed us in the bathtub together, pal. Just ‘cuz you haven’t seen it don’t mean it’s not been there for a while.” Amid more laughter, the redhead swiftly stuck out a bare foot that landed lightly on Jak’s lower torso, making the other boy jump. Unusually nimble toes curled in the almost imperceptibly fine blonde hairs that began on Jak’s stomach, growing coarser and greener in color the closer they trailed to his groin. “Besides, looks like I’m not the only one with it, huh?”
     Jak bit back a quiet gasp at the sensation. Those little hairs were sensitive, damn it! No one but him had ever touched them before—and it felt remarkably good. Not to mention that pale foot was very, entirely, completely much too close to his…
     Quickly he nodded, letting the redhead know that he had made his point and Jak understood. Swatting away the invading foot, he then tried very earnestly to not let the new, scary-good feelings Daxter was inadvertently causing affect the speed and firmness of his hand on his own cock.
     Ignore it. Ignore it. Just don’t think about it.
     Decisively closing his eyes, Jak began to move his hand faster. Only to pause and crack his eyes open again in annoyance when Daxter snickered. What was the problem now?
     “In a hurry there, bub?”
     Jak glared at his giggling friend, long ears listing backwards. So now it mattered how fast he was going? Wasn’t the entire purpose of the exercise to get a little relief as fast as possible? Sometimes he really didn’t get the redhead.
     “There’s such a thing as finesse, ya know. It’s not a race.”
     Oh, he begged the little expert’s pardon. It wasn’t as if he got a whole lot of practice—at least of the worry-free kind, when he was sure there wasn’t the slightest possibility of being walked in on. None of the doors in the simple little place had locks, after all.
     “Here, like this. Slower. Don’t rush it so much.” Strangely enough, there was no mockery or condescension in the tone as Daxter helpfully took it upon himself to demonstrate what he obviously saw as a more appropriate technique. “Feels better in the end, trust me.”
     Jak made a conscious effort to keep his mouth from falling open. Was Daxter actually suggesting… that Jak actively watch him? As in, look closer than he was already trying not to? It appeared that was exactly what was being suggested, for the redhead had paused with the obvious intent of letting Jak catch his rhythm.
     Oh, that was a bad idea. So bad. He should ignore the invitation, speed up if anything, just get the whole business over with and—
     Jak never had been very good at following his own advice. Not when the proverbial devil on his shoulder had fiery hair and smiling, mischievous blue eyes. He slowed his hand to match Daxter’s own, movement for movement, all the while openly watching his friend from beneath slightly lowered lids.
     Daxter didn’t seem to notice. As soon as he confirmed that Jak was following his prompt, the smaller boy contentedly closed his own eyes and leaned back against the frame of the window. The green-blonde was left to stare freely, which he did now quite without remorse. As far as he was concerned, he had just been given fullest permission.
     Jak didn’t know how long they sat there, lost in the moment. It was somehow incredibly intense to keep time together that way. He watched avidly as the redhead’s long fingers stroked and explored, then retraced their path a split second later on his own body. A shift of slim hips that obviously wanted to buck started a chain reaction. When Daxter whimpered softly and his toes curled, the leg draped over Jak’s knee jerking faintly, Jak’s own muscles mirrored the tension.
     Jak was still watching when Daxter finally came.
     It was uncharacteristically quiet for the redhead, hinting that he might have some sort of latent self-preservation instincts after all. There was a spastic squirm and a full-body shudder, a tightening of the hand on himself as well as the one clutching the underside of their windowsill seat. A quiet squeak, quickly stifled by biting down on his lower lip with slightly more obvious than average front teeth, was the extent of the noise.
     Jak froze, enthralled. He suddenly, severely wanted to reach out and touch the other. Almost did, until damp lashes suddenly fluttered open. Bright eyes, still pleasure-dazed, caught the last of the dying light outside and glinted like sapphires as they fixed on him. Deep breaths panted past moist lips—the bottom one shiny and slightly swollen from being bitten—which turned down into an almost pout when Jak’s rather heated stare was noticed.
     “What?”
     Jak’s hand had barely begun to move again when he climaxed himself, the image of flushed cheeks and mussed red hair foremost in his mind. He braced himself against the wood at his back, clenched his teeth not to moan, and went out of his way to not look at Daxter as he shivered and shook. The cobwebs in the corner of the ceiling were a perfect target for the mixed emotions in his stare.
     “He-heh, I get it. It was fun, right? See, I always know what I’m talkin’ about!”
     Listening to that smugly sated voice confidently get things all wrong, as per the norm, Jak was able to relax himself. Letting out the deep breath he had been holding with a soft whoosh, the green-blonde absently flicked his hand. It was better that such easily washable skin be covered in ropes of sticky white than the cloth of his clothing, but still. Gross.
     “Hey, check it out.”
     Jak refocused when Daxter leaned out of the window slightly, an equally messy palm thrust under the steady stream of water running off the roof. Ah. Sheer brilliance in the face of necessity, as the redhead would undoubtedly say. Jak shifted, sticking out his own hand to be rinsed clean.
     He never saw the foot coming. Unbalanced as he already was, all it took was a solid thump against his ribs to send him tumbling out the window with a panicked flail that did absolutely nothing to halt his fall. He hit the soaked ground outside with a squelch and landed in an undignified heap, undone pants somewhere around his ankles. With Daxter’s howls of laughter ringing in his burning ears Jak struggled upright enough to pull up his pants. The rainwater rivers off the eaves effectively drenched his hair and now-muddy clothes before he could move to scramble back inside the hut. Why that monstrously bratty little son-uva-lurker…
     A moment later the green-blonde’s dripping head popped up over the sill, eyes narrowed and ears laid flat to either side in a way that spelled impending doom. Daxter, however, had prudently hightailed it away from the window and was now standing in the center of the room on obviously weak-kneed legs, still shrieking with laughter. Tears of hilarity ran down his face and he held his own ribs for support.
     Faced with a view like that, in the wake of what had just happened between them… Jak couldn’t stay mad. He had sort of maybe deserved it a little. Smiling ruefully, he hopped back inside.
     Daxter was still giggling maniacally. “Y-y-you, you—you so t-totally had that c-coming!”
     Rolling his eyes, Jak shook off like a dog. It was only with great difficulty that he resisted the impulse to gather the jittery redhead into a full nelson and send him flying out window in like fashion. At least with that course of action he would be able to hold that squirming, disheveled, half naked body against his own, if just for the instant it took to get Daxter airborne.
     The young adventurer blinked. Now where had a thought like that come from…? With a shrug, he began to peel off his wet clothes. It was now almost fully dark, and continuing that nap he had been interrupted from earlier sounded like a good idea if he could just get dry and comfortable first.
     “Uh, Jak?” In the background the redhead had finally managed to stop laughing, and was rather sheepishly regarding his undressing friend. Rocking back and forth on the heels of his feet he gave a little bounce, as if he were preparing to make a run for it if the situation proved to warrant a quick escape. “You’re not, ah, still mad or anything. Are ya?”
     The soaking wet tunic that nailed him in the face a moment later, accompanied by a smirk from Jak, should have more than answered that question. From the immediate squall and subsequent carelessly flung insults, the green-blonde deduced that he had made his point. They were cool.
     “Yeah, yeah, fine. We’re even.” Crooked grin in place, Daxter balled the bright blue garment up and threw it over his shoulder to land somewhere in the vicinity of being close to the laundry basket. They—meaning Jak—could get to cleaning up later. “You up fer bed, I guess?”
     Jak nodded, smothering a yawn.   Picking up the finer arts of self-pleasure from your best friend was surprisingly tiring. He was headed for the stairs in nothing but slightly damp underwear when the friend in question made a casual comment that just couldn’t be ignored.
     “It’ll prob’ly be pretty hot up there. Sure ya don’t wanna just sleep down here? There’s room. If ya want to, ya know.”
     Despite himself, Jak’s ears did an immediate salute of interest. He couldn’t help looking back at the cozy blanket nest on the floor he had been so comfortably dozing on earlier, the redhead preparing to climb into it, and the large open space still left. It really wasn’t a very hard decision.
     In the time it took Jak to race up the stairs, grab his own pillow, and return to do a semi-graceful dive into Daxter’s blankets, Dax had already thrown on a ragged pair of sleep pants and nestled into them. As a consequence, he was logically squashed almost flat.
     “Gyaaah! Gerroffa me, Jak! Fer cryin’ out loud, it’s like bein’ rolled on by a baby yacow!”
     Jak laughed, shoved the smaller redhead over, and got comfortable. Ah, the sweet liberties that could be taken with best friends. He sighed contentedly as Daxter finished a bout of good-natured grumbling and settled in beside him. It had been a while since they had slept together like this. Considering the new and somewhat startling experience they had shared that evening, renewing an old experience with many fond memories attached was quite soothing.
     The redhead rolled and squirmed, finally nestling into a tried and true position perfected over many years and only fairly recently forgotten—hugging a pillow, knees slightly drawn up, skinny upper back and shoulders warmly touching Jak’s own. He yawned hugely, and though the green-blonde was facing the other direction he had no trouble picturing exactly what Daxter’s face looked like when he did that.
     “Hey, Jak?” The voice was soft, already sleepy after just a few minutes’ contact with their improvised bed. “Wanna go fishin’ tomorrow? Fish’ll bite good if it’s still rainin’ like this.”
   Jak smiled, nodded, knew his friend felt the movement and understood exactly what it meant. He gave a final stretch and closed his eyes against the pale glow of the blue-green eco-lights near the ceiling. Just lying there, feeling sleep slowly creeping in, basking in the luxurious feel of being simultaneously wrapped in thin but warm linens and kissed by the cool breeze… it didn’t get much better than that.
     Outside, the rain continued its slow fall. Dripping water, the rush of wind through wet leaves… it all blended, blurred together, and Jak wasn’t sure where the line between sleep and wakefulness met. The last thought that crossed his mind was a happy one, and followed him into his dreams.
     The two boys already slumbering side by side fit together, like the quiet, steady rain and a noisy but gentle wind. Full darkness descended softly, and Sandover Village succumbed to sleep.

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To be continued…

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(2^nd)AN: I didn’t mark this as shota, since obviously the guys have both managed to survive the perils of Sandover long enough to hit puberty. Once that happens, it’s no longer shota. Right…?

Ah well. Next chapter soon, I hope!
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