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Room and Board	By : sillyneko345 Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 25355 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 7
Disclaimer: I do not own the game this story is based on (Jak & Daxter) nor do I make any money from writing it.

Chapter List
- 1-Ch. 1
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Ch. 7
- 8-Ch. 8
- 9-Ch. 9
- 10-Ch. 10
- 11-Ch. 11
- 12-Ch. 12
- 13-Ch. 13
- 14-Ch. 14
- 15-Ch. 15
- 16-Ch. 16
- 17-Ch. 17
- 18-Ch. 18
- 19-Ch. 19
- 20-Ch. 20
- 21-Ch. 21
- 22-Ch. 22
- 23-Ch. 23
- 24-Ch. 24
- 25-Ch. 25
- 26-Ch. 26
- 27-Ch. 27
- 28-Ch. 28
- 29-Ch. 29
- 30-Ch. 30
- 31-Ch. 31
- 32-Ch. 32
- 33-Ch. 33
- 34-Ch. 34
- 35-Ch. 35
- 36-ch. 36
- 37-ch. 37
- 9
- 10
- 11
Characters: Belong to Naughty Dog, Inc.
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In the weeks he had been employed by Pizza Haven, Daxter had learned a lot about the business. Unfortunately, since Ximon was the one with the ride and retained his position as delivery boy, Dax hadn’t learned how to knock on a door while carrying three extra large pizza boxes. No matter, though. He could improvise.
“Honey, I’m home! And I brought dinner!” He tapped the door in front of him with the toe of his sneaker for good measure.
Said door opened instantly. “Darling, I missed you. Is there pineapple on one of those?”
“Yeah, yeah, I remembered, now lemme in.” The door swung wider to let him and his wide cargo of boxes inside. “Where would ya be without me, Jakkie-boy?”
“Hungry and abandoned. But mostly hungry. Come on, let’s get over to Phoenix’s so we can eat.”
Daxter unceremoniously passed the pizzas to his roommate. “Give me a sec! I wanna get out’a these clothes an’ into some that don’t smell like marinara.” There was a sudden sharp tug at the leg of his uniform pants. With a sigh, he bent down to disengage the ferret gnawing on it. “Down, beast! Dunno how many times I gotta tell ya I ain’t on the menu. No matter how much I smell like I am.”
Jak effortlessly balanced the pizza boxes on one hand and snapped his fingers. “Hey. Killer, stop that. Here.” He reached into the topmost box and pulled out a small chunk of sausage. “Killer, treat!”
Immediately there was a ferret climbing the quarterback’s leg. Daxter eyed the pitiful scene as he pulled off his sauce-splattered shirt. “Y’know, there’s a reason that weasel’s the size of a damn tom cat.”
“He’s a perfectly healthy size and weight for an adult male ferret, thanks.” Jak glanced down at the discarded shirt. “Messy shift?”
“Ha. Don’t even get me started. Apparently it was ‘take yer poorly trained, highly disruptive family out ta dinner’ night. Taryn finally had ta tell the last couple that she’d throw ‘em out if their brat didn’t quit flingin’ pepperoni at the windows. You’ll never guess who had ta clean that up. Anyway.” Freshly attired, he was ready to go. “And Daxter said, let it be movie night! Got any idea what we’re watchin’ yet?”
“No clue. Phoenix didn’t say. He looked awfully smug at practice this morning, though.”
“He prob’ly got laid last night. Any of the cheer squad walkin’ funny today?”
One halfhearted swat to the back of the head later and the two of them were knocking on their neighbors’ door. Dax shifted the pizza boxes nervously. “Ya think Razer’s still mad about yesterday?”
“Nah.” Jak smiled confidently. “He’s a little uptight, but he’s an okay guy. Besides, he doesn’t know it was you who stole his clothes from the showers.”
The door opened abruptly to a less-than-pleased set of green eyes. “Well, I certainly do now, don’t I?”
Oh, shit! Daxter’s ears fell. Way to go, Jak.
The quarterback in question just grinned amiably. “Hey, Razer. No hard feelings, right?”
Razer snorted. “If I held a grudge over every immature underclassmen prank pulled on me since I have moved in here I would not be on speaking terms with half of this hall. Also I am in a markedly better mood today, so I will let it go. But I will say that the next time you choose to remove every stitch of clothing that I own from my room and my possession, no matter what madman goads you to the task, my retaliation will be swift and unpleasant.” His eyes narrowed on Daxter. “Especially you, you little rat. Making my way back from the showers with only a half towel to preserve my modesty was decidedly less than enjoyable.”
The redhead gulped nervously, once again grateful for Jak’s larger presence at his side. “Uh, yeah, duly noted. But would it help if I said I brought ya a really choice vegetarian pizza? Thin crust, heavy on the veggies, light on the mozz? Phoenix said ya like ‘em that way.”
There was a long moment of silence through which the aroma of cooling pizza wafted. Then Razer stepped back and beckoned them inside. “I suppose it would be rude to leave you standing in the hall when you’ve been invited. Come in.”
Phoenix was already in high spirits when they stepped inside. “Good to see you, boys! What can I pour you? There’s only beer and cola tonight, I’m afraid. And there’s one cooler left. It seems midterms have temporarily cut my supply lines, dratted things.”
“Because Jinx has to grade papers this week and do some actual work?” Jak muttered, rolling his eyes. “And he didn’t have time to do booze runs for his underage students?”
“Ignore him, Phoenix, he’s a spoil sport. I want one’a the beers!” Daxter was suddenly much more enthusiastic about the evening. Beer and a movie; what a great way to spend a Saturday night!
So drinks were dispersed. Paper plates were handed out. Pizzas were divided. Finally, movie time arrived.
Daxter found himself on the floor next to Jak, their backs braced against the edge of the bunk beds by a giant beanbag that had to belong to Phoenix. It was surprisingly comfortable. With a bottle in his hand and pineapple pizza in his lap, he felt ready for anything.
“So, what are we watching?” Jak asked.
“Is it porn?” Dax chimed in hopefully. He got an elbow in the ribs from Jak which he was obliged to return, and in moments they were shoving and sniggering like ten-year-olds at a slumber party.
Phoenix popped open a DVD case and fed the disc into the player. “Not quite. This was actually my favorite film when I was a boy, and I’m still very fond of it. I think you’ll enjoy it.” He pressed a button, hit the lights, and dove into the bottom bunk next to Razer. “Shove over, mate. There’s room for two up here, you know.”
“Watch yourself,” came the sour reply. “I’ll thank you to keep your crumbs out of my bed.”
“Oh, yes. Can’t have a mess in your bed, can you?” The running back growled playfully, a slice of pizza hanging out of his mouth.
Razer flicked his ears back, but the ghost of a smile danced across his shadowed face for just a moment before he planted a palm against Phoenix’s forehead and shoved him away. “Idiot.”
Daxter watched the exchange over his shoulder for a moment, the images made a bit surreal by the dim light of the small TV screen. Razer really did seem like he was in a better mood—not only since yesterday, but almost better than the redhead had ever seen. He seemed to be enjoying himself, which was enough to qualify as a small miracle. Huh. Phoenix must have found a way to chill him out after all. If that was the case, Phoenix needed to be nominated for sainthood.
Then the movie began to play, and Daxter’s attention was firmly turned back to the screen. “Seriously, Phoenix? Yer makin’ us watch a cartoon?”
“It’s not a cartoon, it’s an anime,” Phoenix corrected. “A very good one, by a very talented and famous director. It has superb action, humor, and a very entertaining plot. Give it a chance.”
“Hey, I think I might have seen one of this guy’s movies before,” Jak said. He had leaned forward and was studying the animation. His ears were perked curiously. “A long time ago. Was there one about this big grey animal that lived in a tree? And there was a bus that was alive and looked like a cat—”
“Yes, yes, that’s the same director. Now shush and watch. You’ll miss the plot.”
Daxter rolled his eyes and turned back to the movie. He was zero percent surprised a moment later when an unrealistically huge airplane with a few hundred too many propellers appeared, followed shortly by a squadron of air pirates in fantastic flying crafts. God. Phoenix was such a steampunk geek. Was the football team secretly composed entirely of nerds in disguise or something?
Surprisingly, though, by the time crust was all that was left of his pizza Daxter was starting to get into the movie. There was a girl who had been kidnapped, as befitted any epic fantasy piece. She was being chased by the military and pirates both, twice as many bad guys as usual. The poor kid was alone and scared—who wouldn’t be, really?—but she was brave. And then she met a boy who stood up for her and they were friends from moment one, and then she wasn’t alone anymore. There were exciting chases, magical stones, and scenery that was actually really awesomely impressive even if it was a cartoon—uh, anime.
At some undetermined point in the plot, when it looked like the kids might go their separate ways, Dax realized with a start that he was leaning pretty heavily up against Jak. He jumped a little when it hit him that his head was on the quarterback’s shoulder and Jak’s arm was half way around him. Wait. What the. When had that happened? What were they, on a movie date?
But Jak’s attention was on the screen, not on his clinging roommate, and he didn’t seem to notice anything wrong with how they were piled together, so Daxter tried to relax and go with the flow. Impromptu dude cuddle? He could get behind that. Especially considering how nice it had been to sleep in Jak’s bunk a couple nights ago—
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Time out. That sounded so wrong. He could feel his cheeks heating up at the thought. It wasn’t like he had a thing for Jak, or anything. Totally no. Of course not.
… he’d never admit it to the big guy, though, but he did kinda like it a lot when they would pal around all close like that. He had Jak’s companionship, his laughs and his fist bumps, what so many others wanted and didn’t have. He felt like he was staking a claim on the green-blonde, and it wasn’t being disputed.
Dax huffed silently at himself at the thought, his face growing hotter. He was thankful for the Phoenix-imposed lights out. Okay, me, let’s get one thing straight right the hell now. Just ‘cuz I admire the fake jock like “whoa, hello, you are the awesome-est person I know an’ it thrills me shitless that you seem ta think I’m a worthy specimen of humanity on which ta bestow yer attention,” that does NOT mean I need ta cling all over him like one’a the groupies that freak him out so much. Consider me lectured, me.
The issue firmly settled, Daxter turned his brain back to the task at hand. It really was turning out to be a great movie after all.
Then, smack in the middle of the climactic ending, he made the mistake of looking over his shoulder. It was a quick, spastic glance, his mouth wide open to ask Phoenix a plot question and probably get hushed for it—but then he shut it with a snap.
Holy hell. Phoenix and Razer were cuddling, too.
The two were braced against the wall that backed the bunks, but they were also leaning heavily against each other’s sides. Razer in particular looked moments from dozing off, normally sharp green eyes gazing out of focus at the TV. His head lolled against Phoenix, who, even as Daxter looked on in covert shock, turned his own head a bit and rubbed his cheek affectionately against the older guy’s hair.
Something inside the redhead told him instinctively that he was not supposed to be witnessing whatever it was he had just witnessed. He snapped his head forward again and dropped his ears, trying to unobtrusively sink down out of their line of sight. Odds are he hadn’t been noticed, but it was better safe than sorry.
Okay. Wow. That was totally more than a dude-cuddle. It had to be. Daxter’s ears turned red in the dark as he suddenly recalled how the two of them had been spooned up on the rug the morning after the homecoming game. At the time he had laughed about it, but now…
Shit. I always figured Razer was prob’ly gay, but I didn’t think Phoenix would… he doesn’t act like… shit, football players ain’t gay! Jocks beat up gay kids! This was crazy. Absolutely crazy. Like, it wasn’t any of his business, but still. It was kind of blowing his mind.
Obviously, the only logical thing to do was keep his lips laced tighter than a Victorian’s corset and pretend he had seen nothing. Not that he was opposed to such goings on between consenting-type people, but it really was none of his beeswax. And if the two of them never let on that they were more than ordinary roommates, then it was almost a certainty that they were keeping whatever was going on between them under wraps. Who knows what would happen if Dax let on that he suspected something was up?
Just ferget it. It never happened. Movie movie movie movie.
Unfortunately, he was just in time to miss the ending.
As the credits rolled, there was a rustle behind them. “Well? How did you like it?” Phoenix asked as he extracted himself from the bottom bunk and turned on the lights. “It wasn’t all that terrible, was it?”
“Not bad,” Razer allowed in an unconsciously lazy tone. “If that was your favorite childhood film, I can certainly see why your head is always in the clouds.”
The pony-tailed man casually flipped him off.
“I liked it,” Jak said with honest eyes and an open smile—the kind that made Daxter sure that the green-blonde was oblivious to how sickeningly sweet and sincere he came off sometimes. He shifted and stretched, and Daxter quickly pulled away from his side. “Sometimes it’s nice to watch something with a happy ending like that. Let go of real life for a little while. Did you like it, Dax?”
“Yeah, it was okay.” The redhead shrugged nonchalantly, determined to play it cool despite the flip-flop feeling in his stomach. “Fer a cartoon.”
“Anime!” the other three corrected in chorus.
“Okay, okay, sheesh!”
Razer slithered out of the bunk, blinking almost owlishly in the light. His usually perfect hair was mussed (possibly by Phoenix-cheek). “Well. Engaging as this all has been, I’m afraid that I must excuse myself to prepare for bed.”
A glance at the clock and Dax huffed. It was barely even midnight. Razer could just suck it right up, because this fun-filled hangout wasn’t over until—
Jak pushed himself off the floor and dumped his paper plate in the trashcan. “Sorry, Razer. We’ll get out of your hair.”
Daxter gaped.
“Thanks for indulging me on this, you two.” Phoenix was all smiles as he courteously opened the door, presumably for them to run along their merry way. “Hopefully you enjoyed it as much as I did. And hopefully everyone’s a bit more relaxed after a little flight of fancy, if you’ll mind the pun.”
“It was great. We’ll have to do it again sometime. I wouldn’t mind seeing some more of that director’s movies. See you later, guys.” With a nod to Razer, Jak led the way out.
And that was how Daxter found himself back in his own room in utter shock at what had just happened. “Jak, for real! What just happened there?”
Jak’s ears perked in confusion. “What?”
“That’s what I’m askin’! It’s not even late yet! We totally could’a hung out with Phoenix in the common room. We could’a asked him if he wanted ta go down ta the coffee shop. We could’a done anything! But we didn’t, ‘cause Razer said he’s sleepy. And now here we are, fun-less. Why is that, Jak?”
Blue eyes rolled to the paneled ceiling. “Probably because Phoenix was tired, too.”
“Oh yeah? How do you know?”
“Because we were both out on the field this morning at eight. I know he’s tired because I’m tired. If the movie hadn’t been good I probably would have fallen asleep during it.”
Dax smirked. “And drooled all over yerself, no doubt.”
Jak threw a mostly empty bag of ferret treats at him. “My point being, it would have been rude if we stayed. He wasn’t going to ask us to leave, so us going on our own was, y’know. Polite.”
The redhead stared at him blankly. “Dude. Fun-boner kill.”
“Hey!”
“I totally buy that yer uncle is an aging aristocratic gentleman, ‘cause that old-fashioned stuff rubbed off on you like a frustrated poodle on a mailman’s leg.”
The look on Jak’s face was absolutely priceless, and Daxter burst out laughing despite himself. Then the quarterback lunged. Dax yelled and bolted, slinging a pillow off the bunk in self defense as he did, but of course it was a lost fight before it even began. In the small room, there was nowhere to run. Jak had him down in seconds, thrashing on the rug as fingers mercilessly tickled his ribs and stomach.
“Say ‘I’m sorry, Jak.’”
“Nn—nah—n-never!” Daxter howled, trying unsuccessfully to roll into a ball.
Shit, he loved this. He loved the pretended outrage that was totally trounced by the maniacal grin on Jak’s face. He loved how the big guy never pinned him down, never grabbed his wrists or his hands, never went near his neck. He never felt afraid or needed to get away from Jak. Tickle-tackles were purely for fun.
It went on for almost a full minute. Just as Dax had managed to get a foot against Jak’s chest and use the leverage to propel himself backward across the floor in a bid to squirm underneath the bunks, there was a thunderous rattle as a fist met their door.
“I don’t know what the hell you idiots are doing in there and frankly I don’t care, but shut the hell up! It’s past midnight!” Torn yelled.
“Bite me, big shot!” Daxter yelled back. “It’s a weekend! Get a life along with yer next tattoo!”
Jak’s hand landed over the redhead’s mouth, effectively stifling him. “Shit, Torn, sorry!”
“Sorry is what I won’t be if I have to come in there and kick your asses! Go the fuck to sleep—or don’t, whatever, but be quiet!” The RA stomped off down the hallway muttering, leaving thick silence behind.
Finding his mouth free again, Dax grinned. “I still think yer no fun,” he said in a very loud stage whisper.
Jak rolled his eyes and stood up, letting him off the floor. “You would.”
Daxter got to his feet and stretched. His mouth was dry from laughing so hard. It had been a week or two since he had provoked Jak to poke at him for so long. “Seriously, though, Jakkie-boy. What did ya ever do fer fun out in the country like you were? I’d hate ta think ya spent every weekend bored as hell, so I’m gonna hafta imagine really super activities like cow tipping, butter churning, an’ stealin’ watermelons out’a the neighbors’ gardens.”
“I’ll admit to two out of the three. You guess which one’s the odd one out.”
Dax was ready with a slew of falsely sympathetic comments, but he was cut off when Jak hummed in amusement.
“I guess you’re right. Living in the country can get pretty boring. I guess that’s why me and Keira had to have as much sex as we did. It was either have sex each and every weekend or die of boredom. Actually I don’t know how we survived.”
The silence that fell was so thick the last of the crickets on the lawn outside that hadn’t been bumped off by the frost yet could be heard. Daxter’s mouth fell open. “… like literally every weekend? Really?”
“And a lot of weeknights.”
“Bull! How the hell could ya pull that off without gettin’ busted, even if yer uncle does sleep heavy? Law of averages says ya get caught sometimes!”
“One of those reasons it’s boring in the country—when your uncle is a well-known photojournalist and self-proclaimed adventurer explorer, he’s gone a lot. A whole lot. If Keira hadn’t slept over so much I don’t know what I would have done. Probably would have lost my mind.”
Daxter swallowed hard. Sometimes he could completely forget that Jak wasn’t just an ordinary dweeb like himself, but other times, like now, he got slapped upside the face with a reminder that Jak was, in fact, one of the cool kids. The kind that had girlfriends. The kind that had sex. Not just got lucky enough to have sex once and consider that enough for bragging rights, but had sex on a regular basis.
He shrugged uncomfortably. “Yeah, well. If ya ain’t lyin’ like a rug, then it’s a damn wonder ya haven’t lost yer mind since ya came here. Goin’ from sex all the damn time ta runnin’ away from cheerleaders who want it must be a pretty big leap.” He did not sound bitter. He did not.
Killer oozed out from behind the storage cabinet, cobwebs in his whiskers. The green-blonde gathered him up off the floor and flopped backwards into his desk chair. “I won’t lie, it has been a little weird. And kind of frustrating sometimes, I guess. But I’m still not bored. I’ve got an awesome pet and the loudest roommate in the universe. What’s better than that?”
“Oh, totally. Animals and roommates are absolutely better than sex,” Dax snarked. But now he had an image in his head that wouldn’t go away.
Instead of a ferret draped out over Jak’s torso, cobwebby nose twitching contentedly against his sternum, Dax could definitely see how a human body could rest nicely there. He watched, mesmerized, as the quarterback’s hands roamed over Killer; starting out cupped over his ears, then moving firmly down the stretched out spine until they reached the tip of his tail. Killer chattered softly and rolled, entirely trusting. Dax didn’t realize he was staring until Jak noticed.
A green brow rose. “What?”
“Nothin’!” His voice went high on a squeak that he immediately regretted immensely. Of course, he couldn’t button his lip after just that. Oh no. “Just, jeez, pal, I know ya miss yer girlfriend, but you are practically molesting that damn ferret.”
Jak stared back for a few long seconds. Then his lips turned slightly upward. “Jealous much, Dax?”
He hated how flustered he was getting, but he couldn’t hold back the indignant huff. “Hell no, I’m not jealous of yer ferret!”
Jak’s smiled only widened. “I meant jealous of me, for having a girl.”
“… I knew that. And why the hell wouldn’t I be jealous of you getting all yer oodles of sex?! Not like I have any idea what that’s even like, but still—” Oh. Did he just admit shameful virginity to his really cool jock roommate? Well, fuck. Fuck his idiot brain. Fuck his idiot mouth that never paused to collaborate with his idiot brain. Fuck his raging blush. Fuck his life. Fuck everything. “I’m going to bed. Goodnight.”
Jak’s teasing smile disappeared and his face fell. “You’re really going to bed?”
Since he had changed clothes before the movie, Daxter didn’t bother with the ceremonial nightly wardrobe dive for a clean shirt to wear to bed. He just grabbed the bunk ladder and climbed. “Yep. Humiliating myself once per evening ought’a be enough. Better hit the sack while I’m ahead.”
“Come on, Dax, don’t be like that. You’re not humiliated.”
“Says you.” He flopped face first into the pillow with a deep sigh, the fabric cool against his flushed face.
Jak moved closer, easily able to see over the top of the bunk. “Seriously, it’s not a big deal. I mean it. There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin.”
“Number one: I repeat, says the guy who ain’t one. Number two: I dunno about you an’ Farmland, but where I come from it’s hella lame ta get ta Sophomore year of high school still sportin’ the big V, let alone all the way ta college. Now, on that note, I am completely ready ta cap this convo an’ sleep.” Daxter rolled irritably to face the wall. A squirm and a well-placed foot pulled his blanket up from the foot of the mattress.
There was a sigh from below as Jak appeared to admit defeat. “Alright. Ignore me. That’s fine. I should be sleeping anyway.”
Feeling that he had won the battle, Dax closed his eyes and tried to make good on the threat of sleep. But now that he was here, sleep wasn’t happening. There was too much going on in his head. He was still shell-shocked over the Phoenix-Razer cuddle thing, for one, and then with that disastrous conversation with Jak…
He was still hot and uncomfortable, and—oh, fuck. He couldn’t get that image of Jak and his mechanic girl out of his mind.
Ain’t my fault. Stupid fake jock, lookin’ all like a porn star, he growled to himself. So does his girl. ‘Course that’d look good. S’not weird ta think that. Anybody’d think that.
Unfortunately for him, all the logic in the world couldn’t get rid of the most common physical reaction to images resembling porn. Whatever the reason for it, there was now a semi-serious problem going on under the sheets. One that he couldn’t do a damn thing about, because the indirect cause of weird boners was fooling around on the bunk directly below him.
Fuck you, Jak. Fuck you an’ yer ferret. Dax closed his eyes tightly and buried his face further into his pillow. How freakin’ fantastic would it be ta be able ta jerk off in peace? Just once. Just once is all I’m askin’. Just one time when no one walks in or I freak out ‘case I think someone’s gonna walk in. He pressed ever so slightly into the blankets, but—not that he had expected any differently—all the move brought was continued discomfort and the need to do more.
“Okay, two things. Then I’ll shut up for real.”
Jak’s voice jolted Daxter back into focus and he froze instantly. Arousal or not, there was no way he was going to so much as shift against those sheets again with his roommate still awake. He had more self-control than that. “Jeez, fine! What is it?”
“First, I don’t care what you say. There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin. I would still be a virgin if Keira hadn’t crawled through my window one night while I was trying to jerk off and decided it would be a great idea to extend our friendship into benefits.”
Like any sane girl would, Dax thought. Guys don’t come much hotter than Jak—uh, objectively speakin’.
“And second… I just remembered this. There’s a big party on frat row Halloween night. Wanna go?”
That made the redhead perk up a little. He hung his head over the edge of the bunk to look down at Jak. “A party? And yer goin’? What has come over you, fakest of the fake jocks?”
Jak swung up at him with a pillow and missed. “Shut up. The whole team’s going. I missed the party after Homecoming last month. If I miss this one I’ll be excommunicated. Besides, this one actually sounds like fun. It’s a Halloween party, right? Everybody will have costumes. We can hang out for a while, throw some toilet paper in some trees, have a few drinks, run from the police when they show up.”
“So this is a full scale college party in the frat houses. And yer inviting me.”
“Yeah. I won’t lie—it will really, really suck if you don’t come with me. Phoenix is all about this thing. He’s already got his costume and everything. But the guy is like a damn hummingbird at social functions. He wouldn’t stay with me if I put him on a toddler harness and leash.”
Daxter grinned. “Good point. I guess ya do kinda need a wingman ta keep yer fake jock-ness out’a trouble if the cheerleaders show up.”
Jak grinned back. “That, too. I’m hoping to get a costume so great no one will know who I am.”
“That’s cheating.”
“All is fair in love, war, and cheerleader evasion.” Jak stood up from his bunk and stretched. “Anyway, I’m gonna go get a shower. Will you be awake to let me back in when I’m done or do I need to bring my keys?”
Dax pretended to mull the question over. “Yeah, I’ll probably still be up, an’ if not I’ll just be nappin’, so a knock’ll wake me up pretty quick. Don’t drown yerself in there, champ.”
“I’ll do my best with that.” Jak rolled his eyes, gathered his supplies, and left.
As soon as the door had closed, the automatic lock clicking into place, Daxter threw off his blankets. This was a streak of good fortune he hadn’t been looking for, but now that an opportunity had presented itself he wasn’t going to let it slip by. He was down off the top bunk in a flash. He turned off the overhead lights but left Jak’s desk lamp on for a dim glow in the corner.
Okay, Dax, you can totally do this, he told himself. Jak took his shampoo. He’ll be gone at least fifteen minutes. You can do this in fifteen minutes, right? With his roommate occupied elsewhere, it was jack off now or ignore it until he knew for certain he wouldn’t be interrupted again. There would be no chickening out halfway through this time—the amount of frustration inherent in that option bordered on pain of torture, and he would know from personal experience. He could do this.
Still. No sense taking unnecessary risks. Daxter put his back to the locked door, let his head fall back against it, and closed his eyes. One hand splayed out across the smooth wood while the other stole into his shorts.
Okay. Privacy confirmed. Perimeter secure. Just gotta find somethin’ good ta think about. Unfortunately, that something wasn’t hard to come by, as riled up as he still was by the earlier conversation.
Jak was so damn lucky. What would it be like to have a girl climb in his window at night with the express intention of having sex? To have somebody like him enough that they did it more than once? His stomach fluttered at the thought. Half hard became more-than-ready under his hand. He squeezed softly and let out an inaudible gasp.
In the years since puberty the redhead had conditioned himself to perform such activities two ways: Quick and quiet. This time was no different. With a strict time limit and neighbors on either side, he bit his lip lightly and set to work at a fast pace.
Images flickered through his head. They all seemed to come back to Jak and mechanic girl. Keira. Hottie’s name was Keira.
Jak must’a looked so dumb. He almost laughed, but very soft panting took its place. I bet he freaked out so hard when she walked in on ‘im. So not cool, Jak. It’s okay though, ‘cause yer just a fake jock, not a real one. Dax sucked in a shuddering breath. Bet she was totally on top.
At that thought his hand closed tighter, and he bucked into it mindlessly with a silent whimper. Yeah, totally bet he let her ride him.
He came a minute later to the image of Jak’s face from above: strong features slack-jawed in bliss, with a set of hands braced on his killer abs. That those imagined hands appeared far from delicate and girlish was the last thing on his mind.
Still bracing the door, knees a little shakier than previously, Daxter breathed deeply and tried to relax. It was easier said than done. Okay. What the hell was that? Seriously, me, could ya not have found somethin’ other than yer best friend an’ his girl ta think about? ‘Cause that’s totally not creeper-ific in every possible way—
A sudden gentle brush between his ankles made him yelp and scramble even as he realized the source.
Killer blinked up at him expectantly.
“Damn it, weasel, I’m gonna punt you into next week if ya don’t quit poppin’ out’a nowhere like that an’ givin’ me a heart attack!” Staggering to his desk, Daxter grabbed a tissue and cleaned off his hands. Then he grabbed an almost forgotten bottle of hand sanitizer out of a messy drawer for good measure. Jak would be back any minute and everything had to be normal. Totally normal. Absolutely normal.
He did, however, grab Killer and stuff the ferret into his cage for the night.
Back in his bunk, slightly compromised boxers buried at the bottom of his laundry hamper, the redhead curled into his blankets and sighed. While part of him felt triumphant at managing to get off without detection, the majority of his faculties were still uneasy. I guess this hero worship thing’s worse than I thought. But I can’t freakin’ help it! Jak’s… Jak’s just JAK. He allowed himself a smile. Least I wasn’t thinkin’ about Phoenix an’ Razer. Next time I’ll think’a somethin’ else. It’s okay. It’s okay…
His eyes drifted shut as his brain finally began to quiet. Newly relaxed, his body settled limply into the sheets. Yeah. It’s all cool. I just like ‘im. Like Jak a lot. Yeah…
Five minutes later, despite persistent knocking on the door as his roommate tried unsuccessfully to gain re-entry, Daxter slept on unconcernedly. He dreamed of searching through Halloween costumes and dressing up as a mechanic for the party Jak had promised.
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