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Talk to Me	By : sillyneko345 Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 13220 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Jak & Daxter, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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
- 11
- 12
AN: Oh, wow. It’s here… the last one. I’m happy and sad at the same time. And I want you to know I was not trying in the least to string you all along. My summer has been extremely busy, and the laptop crashed on top of it all. So a great big thanks to everybody who stuck around for this! I’m glad you liked the fic, and I’m grateful to those who took the time to tell me so :)

Sej: Always my biggest fan/commentator/co-conspirator. Without you I know I wouldn’t have had as much fun with this as I did. Thanks so much, hun!

BlackShadowChild: Sorry! I tried to hurry! lol. Here is your update!

Sione: Yes, indeed, what *could* Jak be up to? (fakes innocent surprise) We shall see…

Kuromei: *nod nod* I agree. Fluff is nice. Smexy smuttiness it nice, too. Here’s a bit of the latter for you!

killerfox: Sorry. I am a tease. (hides) Hmm. As far as the fic ending goes, read the comments at the bottom. You might like something you see.

wanderingaddict: Thanks so much for all the time you’ve taken to read this, and then for leaving me such in-depth comments. You’ve given me a lot to think about for future pieces! That said… wait until you read the ending. You might be pleasantly surprised! :)

Seike: Thanks! I hope the wait wasn’t more out and out frustrating than it was pleasant suspense builder…

alternativesoldier: Thank you! I’m glad you’ve been enjoying it so much. Hope the last chapter comes up to snuff!

Branny: Enjoy, dear Bran-a-nana! I hope you like this last chapter as much as I’ve liked talking to you recently :)

Disclaimer: I own not a single ottsel tail hair—all of them belong to Naughty Dog. And I don’t profit from writing about Jak and Dax—except in the praise and encouragement you guys give me… which I think is profit enough.

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     It didn’t take long to gather up their discarded clothes, shoes, and other miscellaneous equipment. There was no hesitation on Daxter’s part, so no sooner did Jak issue his rather cryptic invitation than they were both scrambling to grab everything and be underway.
     They walked along the tide line hand in hand, Jak still confidently in the lead and more than happy to clear the way of any bothersome crabs or unexpected sand snakes with a well-placed kick. Daxter nearly had to trot to keep up with his larger friend’s brisk pace and be careful not to drop his bundle of clothes and boots at the same time.
    “Somebody’s in a hurry all of a sudden,” he joked. “Watch out, world, Jak’s a man on a mission! You run through some blue eco when I wasn’t lookin’, there, buddy?”
     Jak smiled and snorted softly but declined to answer, keeping the redhead on track with a gentle tug at the wrist. Daxter grinned crookedly and let it be, content to let Jak lead. At least for the moment.
     They weren’t walking so quickly he couldn’t enjoy the view. The golden sand fading to silver as the light waned. The shadowed cliff faces and hanging palms. Twilight creeping over the waves, and the answering twinkle of lights coming on in the village ahead. His ears flicked at the cooing of seagulls bedding down on the rocks, tree frogs and insects chirping as they began waking up in the Forbidden Jungle, the rush of the wind and water.
     The simple sights and sounds of the seaside settling down for the evening were so comfortingly familiar that Daxter had to sigh happily. If he hadn’t know better—a lot better—he might have believed he and Jak had only been gone for an afternoon, not long years filled with harrowing “adventure.” And, if they had been heading away from Sandover Village rather than toward it, he might have been able to believe that the excitement rushing between them was the completely normal type associated with sneaking away under cover of darkness for an illicit explore.
     Well… it’s kind’a the same thing, he thought wryly. Not like ol’ Green or Uncle dearest would approve of this any more than they used to like us creepin’ away in the middle’a the night to do Precursors knew what.
     No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than Daxter smiled smugly. He almost couldn’t wait for the time when he could flaunt their new relationship to all and sundry, in particular to those who had once tried so hard to keep two lonely little boys from even becoming friends.
     That settles it. First chance I get, me an’ Jakkie-boy play tonsil hockey right smack in front’a that stuffy old explorer. That’ll show him a thing or two! Just imagining the resulting scene made the former ottsel want to victory dance, complete with “goal!” motions. He couldn’t help hugging Jak’s arm more tightly and resting a cheek possessively against the racer’s shoulder. He he he. Mine, aaall mine.
     “First stop, Dax.” Jak’s slightly amused voice brought the redhead out of his musings. “Care to come down out of orbit?”
     “Hey!” That comment definitely deserved a halfhearted smack or two. “I wasn’t spacing out, I was enjoyin’ yer company! And, uh, thinking. Yeah.”
     The racer lifted one green brow. “Judging by the look on your face, I don’t even want to know.”
     “Yer prob’ly right.” With a cheeky grin, Daxter turned to their immediate surroundings. “But do enlighten me. What does the waterfall have to do with how we spend the rest of our lovely evening?”
     They had stopped at the edge of the wide pool that the waterfall roared down into before spilling out in an eager stream to meet the sea. Getting across and back to the village without getting soaked was possible thanks to the small natural bridge over their heads, but as they were almost directly underneath it he guessed that Jak must have had something else in mind.
     The racer’s reply was simple. “We’re covered in dried saltwater. I thought it might be a good idea to rinse off.”
     “Hey, big guy, good thinking! ‘Cause besides the salt, I think I might have seaweed in my shorts.”
     Too busy investigating the possibility of hidden seaweed, Daxter failed to see the slightly evil gleam in his friend’s eyes. There was no chance of escape. Before he could even register what was happening he was hitting the crystal clear and icy cold water, Jak’s arms locked tight around his waist.
     “JAK!!” The shrill, indignant scream was out almost before Dax could get his head clear of the water. Holy damn was it cold! Only Jak’s continued firm grip on him prevented the redhead from turning around and belting him a good one right in his thick head. “What the hell was that for?!”
     Jak laughed, seeming to disregard the murderous glare that was being shot at him. “I was just getting the hard part over with fast. We’d be here all night if you tried to get used to it slowly.”
     The water was almost up to Daxter’s shoulders, the strong current in the pool trying tenaciously to push him toward the main stream. No, thank you. Abandoning his displeasure at the cold, at least for the moment, the redhead looped him arms around Jak’s neck. The water didn’t come up nearly so high on the taller racer, and that combined with his heftier body meant he had a much better foothold.
     “Well I’ll just tell ya what,” Dax muttered darkly as he firmly entwined himself in his friend’s embrace. “If those plans’a yours had anything to do with any hanky panky—forget it. You blew it after that little stunt. No goodies fer you tonight, no way!”
     “Oh, really?” Jak’s reply sounded totally innocent as he hoisted the shivering redhead higher in his arms. “That’s too bad. Lean back.”
   Though it was the last thing he wanted to do, Daxter complied. He would regret it later if he allowed himself to stay salty. The water was still cold, however, even more so now that the sun had set and was no longer bathing the beach in glaring heat. It made him want to cling as close to Jak and his warmth as possible, even though it was the racer’s fault he was currently freezing.
     “Hey, I think an iceberg just drifted by.”
     “I think I might dunk you if you don’t be still.”
     Teeth were nipping the smug green-blonde’s shoulder before he could so much as blink, Daxter growling playfully and tightening his hold as Jak’s startled laugh echoed behind the falls.
     “You’ll what now? Dunk me? Go on, try, I dare ya.”
     Jak chuckled as Dax nibbled across one shoulder blade to the base of his neck. “Will you just behave yourself for five minutes?”
     The redhead nearly purred as a large, gentle hand wove through his sopping hair, coaxing out the last of the saltwater from the strands. He lolled in Jak’s arms for a moment, simply enjoying the attention. He hated to admit it, but cold or no cold… this wasn’t bad at all. It gave him a fantastic excuse to hang on Jak like a barnacle stuck on the underside of the fisherman’s boat, anyway.
     “Nope, sorry. Two minutes is my maximum behavin’ limit, ya know.” He straightened up once more and Jak’s ear twitched faintly as he breathed into it. “Time’s up.”
     In retrospect, it was a wonder they made it out of the pool at all without toppling right back in again. Dax stubbornly refused to let go of his prey, and Jak was forced to climb out with the redhead’s arms still around his neck and a hot tongue teasing his ear. By the time they were back on dry ground temperatures were rising, heart rates were climbing, and hands were wandering under the bands of soaking wet boxers.
     Daxter pouted when Jak pulled away slightly and set him back on his feet despite the smaller racer’s protests. “Aw, come on, Jak—!”
     Jak silenced his complaints immediately with a firm palm over the whiny mouth, obviously intent on not letting himself get distracted. “Shh. Just wait a second…”
     The redhead watched curiously as Jak’s calculating glance wandered from the village ahead of them to the high bluff where the portal (hopefully) remained open and waiting to return them to Kras City. Dax grinned, confident he knew what Jak was thinking. If they were going to let things go any further this evening—and Dax was damned sure they would—they had to find somewhere decent to relax first.
     Returning to the racing base in Kras would almost definitely be ruled out, he knew that straight off. There was no way they would get any kind of privacy there with the entire team in close proximity. Yeah, that’s the last thing we need. Keira knockin’ on the door all concerned, wonderin’ what that weird noise she just heard was. No thanks!
     Likewise, finding somewhere quiet in the vicinity Sandover Village that lent itself to romantic activities would be practically impossible. It wasn’t like the small settlement boasted a fancy hotel. Heck, it didn’t have a hotel at all, fancy or otherwise.
     And we’re not hidin’ out down here ta fool around, either! Dax grumbled to himself when he saw Jak eyeing the relative remoteness and shelter of the stone sentinels. Sand an’ bugs, hard ground an’ high tide… I like the beach, but not that much!
     “Jak? I do not like the fact that I’m being left out of some pretty important plotting, here.”
     The green-blonde shook his head, seeming to snap out of being temporarily lost in thought. “Sorry. Hey, listen, Dax…”
     “I’m all ears.”
     “I, uh, know you kind of don’t care very much for being in my uncle’s place and all, but…”
     A crooked smirk met the poorly disguised question. “I like yer old room in the place just fine, ‘specially when the rest’a the house is nice an’ empty. And we already broke an’ entered once today, right?”
     “Right.” Jak’s answering grin was equal parts relief and expectation as he swooped down to grab up the bundles of clothes and gear, luckily dropped before their splashdown in the pool. Apparently he was more than ready to be off, too.
     As they hurried across the bridge to avoid re-soakage and quietly made their way up to the outskirts of the village, Daxter resisted the urge to playfully hare off ahead and make Jak chase him down. The green-blonde had a grip on his hand again. Fingers that were, for once, gloveless trailed absently up and down the sensitive skin at the inside of his wrist. But, even though Jak’s simple touch was making him all jumpy and excitable inside, racing through the darkening streets with everyone’s favorite hero hard on his heels would attract mucho attention of the kind they did not need in the least.
     Instead, Dax tried to keep calm and carefully think things through.
     Okay, let’s see now. We got a place ta play. A good one, too—always did like Jak’s nice soft bed. Check that one off the list.
     We know we can get in easy enough, since Uncle Dim-bulb left the kitchen window not just unlocked, but propped open. Check.
     We don’t need ta stress too much about keepin’ quiet, since Jak’s room is upstairs an’ the roof thatch will most likely muffle his big mouth when things get heavy. And no one can come lookin’ for us if they don’t even know we’re kippin’ there tonight. Not bothering the neighbors and not lettin’ the neighbors bother us, check an’ double check.
    As far as he could tell, there was nothing that could possibly screw this evening up.
He was pleasantly surprised. Wow. Lest I jinx us, I think we got this all covered. And that of course means… Brace yerself, Jakkie-babe, ’cause I’m gonna show you the best night ever!

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     Dax, I’m going to show you the best night ever!
     Jak was beyond pleased as they snuck into the village under cover of twilight and swiftly made tracks for his currently empty childhood home. Against all odds, everything seemed to be falling into place.
   Sure he was still the slightest bit nervous when he thought about the not-so-distant future, what would happen when he and Daxter were all alone together in the quiet, cozy darkness of the hut with no threat of being interrupted. But it was no longer a bad kind of nervous, and it was being blanketed by anticipation the closer they came to their destination.
     “You got it, Dax?” he whispered finally as they crept around the back of the small structure to the slightly open window. The redhead was way ahead of him, already slipping inside.
     “Yeah, yeah. Just hold it up so it doesn’t fall on my head, okay? Jeez, I told ya we should’a just opened the front door when we were in here before!”
     Dax was probably right. But then, Jak hadn’t really been expecting to need to get back inside that night, either. Obligingly he took hold of the rickety windowpane, keeping it propped up as Daxter crawled in. If it fell on a hand or a bare foot during the exercise their attempt at quiet secrecy would be blown sky high—the redhead could and would squall with the best of them if he got hurt, and then the whole town would be out with lanterns and torches to see what the ruckus was.
     “Okay, come on in. Wait, no, pass me the stuff first.”
     The racer quickly shoved their gear through and lifted a foot to the sill. It was a much tighter squeeze for him, but he could do it. Especially with the added incentive of laying hands and more on what was now inside.
     The low cabinet just under the window smoothed the process a bit as Jak eased in, gently letting the windowpane slide shut behind him. He had barely hopped down from the countertop when Dax pounced, kicking their clothes to one side with single-minded ease.
     “I honestly thought,” the redhead growled playfully as he pulled Jak down to where their breaths could mingle, “we were never gonna get here.”
     Jak chuckled, seizing his smaller friend and pulling him the rest of the way up into a kiss. He could apply that sentiment to their entire relationship to date, if he felt like thinking that deeply right then. A frustrating walk from shore to hut or the impossible journey from friends to lovers… At times it had seemed like both would be never-ending.
     It was a good thing he didn’t feel inclined to ponder it any further right then, though. He had barely begun to lose himself in the kiss when Daxter pulled away, all but dragging him along despite their differences in size and weight.
     “Upstairs,” the redhead ordered, voice rough and tinged with excitement. “Before anything sexy starts—let’s just get ta where we’re gonna stay!”
     Jak had to admit that he had a point. Abandoning the items strewn around the small kitchen’s floor, they made their way up the narrow stairs that followed the curve of the wall mostly by feel. Daxter was first through the circular hole in the ceiling, as usual, and had disappeared into the darkness of the attic bedroom before Jak had even reached the top step.
     “Dax, wait! I can’t even see anything.”
     An almost hyper giggle from the depths of the shadows was all the answer he got. Huh. Well, much as he wanted to he was not going to go chasing Daxter blind, then trip over something and kill himself before the fun even began. A little light seemed to be in order.
     Grumbling halfheartedly and trying to ignore how aroused he already was, the green-blonde groped for the lantern peg. He was confident at least that the lantern was still there. When they had been inside the house earlier that day Jak hadn’t been able to resist taking a quick peek at his childhood room. Not only had none of his simple belongings been rearranged or removed in the four odd years he had been away, but there hadn’t even been that much dust on everything.
     Good ol’ Uncle. I bet he cleaned up here right along with the rest of the house, up until he went back off exploring. I’ll have to thank him… sooner or later.
     Fumbling with the matches tucked away in a tiny compartment at the base of the lantern, Jak finally managed to get the wick alight. There, that hadn’t been so hard. Giving the smoking match a quick flip he turned to look for the redhead.
     Fwump! A pair of cold, wet shorts accompanied by a slightly maniacal laugh hit him square in the face.
     “DAMN IT, Daxter!!”
     That did it. In a flash Jak pulled the damp garment off his face, flung it out of sight and out of mind, and stalked toward the bed. A dangerous smile crept into place as he deposited the lantern safely on a small chest of drawers along the way. So the little guy wanted to play, huh?
     To play was obviously just what the redhead wanted. In the absence of his boxers he had burrowed under the covers of Jak’s old bed and pulled a single sheet up to his waist. Not that he was even moderately modest—Jak bet anything he was just trying to be a tease. Those suspicions were confirmed when Daxter grinned, a playful “come-hither” look, and crooked a beckoning finger at him invitingly.
     “So you think it’s cute to throw things at people when they’re carrying an open flame?” Jak growled amusedly, one knee on the mattress.
     Daxter’s smirk only grew. “Don’t worry about it, babe. A house fire wouldn’t have a damn thing on how hot you’re lookin’ right now.”
     Jak had a sudden revelation as he pounced. Dax had made it this far through life relatively in once piece for one simple reason. Contrary to popular belief, flattery would indeed get you anywhere, and forgiven for just about anything.
     They nearly cracked heads, if only because Daxter tried to jump on him at the exact same moment he tried to jump on Daxter. That was alright though, because seconds later they were laughing it off and rolling around the bed with utter abandon.
     Oh gods, the bed. How many times when they were growing up had Daxter envied him that big bed and the bedroom, made up of the entire attic, large enough to accommodate it? How many sleepover nights had they lain in it side by side, each content with his best friend’s closeness just before falling asleep? How many times had they gotten yelled at for jumping on it in the middle of the night, pillow fighting on it, ripping all the blankets off it to make a fort that usually bore a “No Girls!” sign but that Keira usually managed to weasel into anyway?
     Now they could ruin that same steadfast bed as much as they liked without the childish fear of a reprimand—and do so much more on it, besides. Tickles, gropes, playful bites and scratches. None were off limits as the two reveled in this golden opportunity.
     Though…
     It occurred to Jak as he easily overpowered the lightweight redhead and plowed him backwards into the pillows that this should feel awkward as hell. He was about to make love to his lifelong friend in what was essentially one of the most innocent places he could think of. It occurred to him as Daxter ignored the scattering of the pillows and plunged both hands into his hair that he didn’t really care. Somehow it didn’t feel awkward or strange. It felt… kind of right, in some weird way.
     “What’s up?” Daxter asked softly, teeth tracing the lobe of the green-blonde’s ear while his fingers twiddled with the sensitive tip.
     Jak shivered. “Huh?”
     “Ya got that serious look.”
     “Ah.” Careful hands slid up and then back down his sides, making it hard to concentrate as they slipped ever lower. “It’s fine. I was just thinking.”
     “Well, don’t!” The bucktoothed grin made Jak want to follow the command to a tee. Melt, and never think of anything else ever, ever again. A long pointer finger tapped him lightly on the nose. “Thinking is bad. Thinking leads ta tension. An’ tension leads to… me, havin’ ta loosen you up.”
     Jak hummed agreeably, pressing a cheek against the hand still near his face in the hopes that Dax would continue playing with his ears. He was pretty sure there had been some perverted joke in there somewhere that he should laugh at, but when the redhead began tugging at his boxers he couldn’t be bothered to try to figure it out.
     “Will ya get rid of these things already? They’re cold!”
     Jeez, fine! You’d think HE was the one wearing them, Jak thought sourly as he pulled back to slide the damp and clingy fabric off.
     There were positives and negatives here. On the down side, he had to stop grinding against Daxter’s thigh for the time it took to get fully naked. On the up side, it really was more comfortable that way. And as the wet shorts hit the floor beside the bed with a squelch, the redhead reached up to wrap fully around him with a purr.
     “Mmm… Precursors, it’s good ta finally stretch out with ya!”
     Jak agreed wholeheartedly. He was all too aware that this was the first time they had been able to properly strip down together—not counting that incident in the shower. Had that really been only the evening before? The bruise on the back of his head from a falling curtain rod said it had.
     Grinning, the racer grabbed his friend in a tight hug, relishing every inch of hot skin-to-skin contact. Ah, bliss. Life simply couldn’t get better.
     “Whoa!”
     He hadn’t been able to hold in the startled yelp as Dax grabbed his rear with both hands and squeezed firmly. As the redhead’s self-satisfied laughter faded to mere chuckles, Jak tried to tell himself that he hadn’t just enjoyed that little sneak attack. He failed.
     “Heh, I gotcha.”
     “What the hell was that for?” Jak laughed. He shifted minutely, trying not to nudge backwards into the hands that were still petting and stroking the backs of his thighs. It was silly and ticklish, but it felt damned good.
     “Just enjoyin’ myself. No harm in that is there?” The impish gleam in those blue eyes didn’t bode well for the racer. Dax was up to something, for sure.
     I just have to distract him. Bracing himself on his arms, the green-blonde kissed his way down a narrow chest. Already hardened nubs were licked and sucked lightly, gentle nibbles making the smaller’s breath catch and back arch. But those teasing fingers didn’t stop exploring, steadily drifting toward—
     Jak fought to keep his legs from spreading automatically, memories of intense pleasure insistently rushing back into his immediate thought processes. If Daxter was trying to do that thing he had been doing last night in the shower…
     No! Not this time! I want tonight to be for Dax first, for a change.
     Firm in his resolve, Jak decided to quit playing nice. However, unluckily for him, Daxter appeared to be equally firm. As Jak balanced on one arm to reach for his friend’s arousal, Daxter seized his chance and shoved.

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     The racer toppled to the mattress, the redhead easily rolling out of the way. It took only a second for Jak to flip himself over and look up, but by that time Dax was already smugly grinning down at him.
     “I’ve been drivin’ this whole way, pal,” he purred. “Didn’t think I was gonna take the back seat this close ta the finish line, did ya?”
     Jak smiled more than a little nervously up at him. “Huh? What do you mean?”
     “You know exactly what I mean. Just lay back… an’ let the Dax-man work.”
     The green-blonde jumped and squirmed as Daxter draped forward over him, trying and failing to pin him down. Dax frowned. As much as he hated to admit it, he was only going to be the one in control here if Jak submitted and lay there willingly. And right now, it didn’t look like the former hero was too inclined to cooperate.
     “Come on, Jak,” he all but whined, “chill out. You’ll like it, I promise.”
     “I know I’ll like it—that’s why I don’t want it!”
     Well. He definitely hadn’t been expecting a response like that. “Uh… elaborate?”
     “Maybe that came out weird.” Jak fidgeted, tugging at a stray thread on the sheets. “Look, Dax. Every single thing you’ve done to me so far has been great. Amazing. But I always feel like I’m just following your lead, I guess. And I just… I really want to make you feel good tonight, okay?”
     The redhead was nonplussed. “Jak, you, uh… ya know we’re both gonna feel good no matter who does what, right? Nobody’s gettin’ left out, here.”
     “Yeah, I know.” A gentle hand petted Daxter’s thigh. “But I want you to be the one who gets to lay back this time, and me do the work. Is that alright?”
     Dax didn’t answer right away. Instead he opted to ask a quiet question of his own. “Is that what you were tryin’ ta do last night?”
     “Sort of.” Jak had the decency to blush in the dim lantern light. “That was part of it, at least. You, ah… you acted like you were going to let me, then.”
     The redhead shivered despite himself as the stroking hand left his thigh and tickled down his treasure trail. It was getting harder to live with the fact that he was naked, straddling Jak who was also naked, and doing nothing else besides straddling Jak. Who was very, very naked.
     “Sure I was gonna let ya. Before I woke up and smelled the daisies, and realized you were rushin’ yerself. Besides, I really wanted ta show ya yer surprise first.” Blue eyes suddenly narrowed. “You’re not rushin’ yerself now, right?”
     Equally blue eyes rolled, the slight flush of embarrassment remaining. “Of course I’m rushing. I’m rushing because I’m finally sure I can have what I want, not because I feel like I have to get to you before someone else does. Now can we please drop it?”
     Daxter grinned, feeling amused. It had occurred to him during the long night building up the portal that Jak probably harbored some secret insecurity involving a certain suave cigarette addict. Now he was positive about that, and he would have to remember to tease his buddy mercilessly about it—but later. Not now. Not when Jak’s hips were beginning to roll enticingly under his.
     “You’re sure you wanna lead, pal?”
     “Yes. If it doesn’t bother you.”
     “Have any idea what this involves, exactly?”
     An earnestly naïve look heralded a perfectly honest and serious answer. “I will when you tell me what to do.”
     The redhead bit his lip lightly. Thought hard about it. Sighed. Rolled off the racer to flop down beside him once more. Well there goes my perfectly planned seduction, right out the window an’ into the dumpster. Jeez, a puppy-dog face like that on a guy like him ought’a be illegal.
     Jak grinned hugely, a smile of relief and thanks before Daxter found himself pulled into another deep kiss. Somehow he knew that talking was over and done with for tonight. Sure they had plenty more to talk about, eventually. Razer, telling the team about their new relationship, and just how soon Dax was going to get a turn on top would have to be discussed, among other things. But that would come later.
     He sighed, almost a quiet moan, as Jak rubbed happily against his hip. Yep, the big guy was definitely done chatting. Well… about serious things, at least. Apparently that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to murmur sweet nothings and sexy nonsense to his already-quivering partner.
     “You’re gonna love this, Dax,” the racer whispered heatedly, breath ghosting over the redhead’s temple as his hands roamed where they would. “You won’t believe how good it feels. Can’t believe you never wanted me to show you before.”
     I can, Daxter thought wryly. What I can’t believe is that I didn’t think you’d wanna be in charge so soon. As if pinning me ta the wall last night when ya got back from dinner wasn’t a huge clue…
     He had never dwelt too long on wondering what exactly Jak would feel like inside him, always more intent on making sure Jak liked what was happening. Now he was feeling more than a little anxious. Jak was bigger than him in every sense of the word. It might feel like nothing to the racer when Dax slipped a finger or two into him, but Jak had damn huge hands. Just the thought of the prep they would have to do was a bit daunting, let alone pondering the, er, actual deed.
     Guess we’ll just hafta be careful then, the former ottsel thought determinedly, firmly banishing any uncertainties as he twined his tongue around Jak’s. If he can enjoy it so much then I sure as heck can, too. B’sides, Jakkie-boy won’t hurt me, no matter what. He’d probably spend an hour gettin’ me used to it if he had to.
     The tension in his body eased a bit as Jak massaged his ears and rubbed his shoulders, brushed his hair back from his face and generally showered him with affection. Even though he was nervous, it was impossible to be unresponsive to that kind of loving treatment. Just the sight of Jak naked, even without all the touching, would likely be enough to get a rise out of a dead person. Daxter gazed up at him hungrily. Maybe this whole submissive position thing wouldn’t be too bad after all…
     Anyway, I really do deserve a little pampering too, right? A little service fer Daxxie this time around? Sure I do! And from the way hero boy was yellin’ last night, this ought’a feel pretty darn good once we get past the hard part.
     Dax was proud of himself for calming down. Only his legs and his hands, fisted in the sheets, were tense as he arched up into Jak’s warm palm. He couldn’t help but whimper slightly at the feel of calloused fingers stroking him with just enough strength and firmness. Apparently Jak caught on quick.
     The redhead bit his lip. He wasn’t going to try to keep completely silent, but… All be DAMNED if I make the dumb animal noise again! Not this time! I’ll scream like a wimpy girl before I—
     “M-meek, meek meek!!”
     Jak chuckled, repeating the twisting hand motion that had earned him the forced utterance of the hated sound.
     “Asshole.” Daxter quickly snagged a corner of the blanket and anchored it between his teeth. As soon as he gets me off… I’m gonna deck him.
     That hot palm didn’t cease stroking, and the unoccupied fingers of the other hand drifted lower. “Come on, don’t be like that, Dax. I kinda like that noise, you know. Maybe you could… I dunno… make it again?”
     “Go to hell!” he tried to snarl around the mouthful of fabric, but all that came out was a muffled echo of his original curse.
     Okay, so Jak was obviously a closet sadist. Give the racer a little bit of control and he stooped to torture. Dax shifted and twisted, voicing a steady stream of moans as gentle caresses drifted around the base of his arousal and across the velvety smooth skin underneath.
     Jak smiled and leaned down to lightly kiss his friend’s quivering stomach. Had Daxter been any less annoyed or horny, he might have thought it a sweet gesture. Now it was just maddening. “Ready to try something new?”
     “I kinda am, actually,” Dax gasped, spitting out the corner of blanket. This kind of play was as frustrating as it was enjoyable. Maybe sometime in the future he would be up to more strung out experiences, but not just now. What he craved now was action, and so, he knew, did Jak.
     “We just need something slick, right?” the green-blonde ventured finally. Thankfully he left off the squirm-inducing touching first.
     “Yeah,” Dax began automatically, certain passages of the infamous book flashing unbidden through his mind. “Just grab the lube and—” Then the redhead stopped dead, eyes widening and mouth falling open. Slowly, the cold hard truth hit home.
     Jak’s ears drooped. “We don’t have any, do we.” It wasn’t a question.
     “Not unless you brought any. And I kinda know ya didn’t.” Daxter couldn’t believe their sudden turn of bad luck. Nothing horrible like this was supposed to put the brakes on their first time together! He groaned in frustration, a hand going up to slap over his forehead. “This is just great. I wasn’t expectin’ you’d even be ready fer this so soon or I would’a brought some stuff just in case!”
     “It’s not your fault.” Quickly the racer scanned the bedroom. No suitable substance was immediately forthcoming. “Uh… I don’t suppose we could somehow do this without it?”
     For just a moment Daxter considered spit. For just a moment, before the words ‘never to be attempted by beginners!’ reminded themselves to him with a vengeance. Firmly the redhead crossed his arms over his chest and laid back his ears. “I love ya, Jak, don’t get me wrong—but no freakin’ way!”
     Jak was obviously not going to let it go at that. With a heavy sigh that could have almost turned into a growl, he rose from the bed and grabbed the lantern. “Stay here. I’ll find something.”
     “Hey! Jak, wait a minute!”
     It did no good, of course. In moments Dax was left alone in the dark, watching the glow of the lantern rapidly disappear down the narrow stairs. A little put out, he sat back on the bed and tugged the sheet around his shoulders to wait. He was a little cold without Jak there ravishing him into a fevered heat. However, he was also more than a little flattered.
     As the sounds of muffled cursing and clattering echoed from downstairs, Dax had to smile. Like the secret romantic he was, Jak was doing everything possible to make this work for them. Sure, they could have just finished one another off in a less involved manner and resumed trying the real deal later when they had adequate supplies. But, no. Now, rather than systematically fulfilling each and every one of his erotic fantasies, he was sitting there on sweaty sheets listening to his friend ransack the downstairs cabinets as he tried to make everything perfect.
     Dax didn’t have it in him to hold back the snicker. Pulling a pillow back from the brink of falling off the mattress, the redhead rolled over and rested his chin on it as he waited. Good intentions or no, he wanted Jak to hurry, damn it.
     Covertly, Daxter rolled his hips against the bed. It wasn’t Jak’s hard body, not by a long shot, but it was better than nothing until his racer returned. With a hum of satisfaction, he rubbed his cheek against the pillowcase. It wasn’t hard to imagine the former hero’s slick tongue fighting with his, capable fingers tweaking his nipples, lean hips grinding them together until his toes curled…
     So busy purring and squirming was he that Dax failed to notice the lantern light getting closer until it was too late. A firm swat descended on his upturned backside, earning a startled and incredibly indignant shriek.
     “Quit that!” Jak scowled down at him, fists on his naked hips. “I’m gone for three minutes and you start humping the damn bed.”
     Dax grinned sheepishly and scooted over to allow Jak to climb back in. “I swear, babe, the bed means nothin’ to me. I was thinking of you the whole time, cross my heart.”
    Jak snorted, but was apparently willing to let the redhead’s latest transgression slide. Without further ado a small bottle was dropped into Daxter’s hand.
     “What is this stuff?” It was hard to tell in the poor light.
     The racer shrugged apologetically. “It’s the sun block oil we took to the beach today. It was the best thing I could find—there’s nothing in the cabinets. I guess Uncle cleaned this place out pretty good before he left.”
     “Prob’ly didn’t want anything left ta spoil,” Dax muttered absently. “Everything around here is all natural, so I bet this stuff works fine. Good job, big guy.”
     Jak perked up considerably when Dax pounced back into his arms. Three minutes had felt like an awfully long time to the former ottsel, and he would bet quite a lot that Jak had suffered as much as he had while they were apart. More, since the racer had not had a convenient bed to writhe against like he had.
     “Mmmn, Dax…”
     Jak made an odd sound as the redhead ducked an embrace and instead reached between his legs, catching a hard and leaking shaft firmly in his hand. It was as close to a whimper from Jak as he had ever heard. Daxter smirked as he stroked, enjoying the soft sounds and the suddenly glazed look in the racer’s eyes.
     “Now, I seem ta remember us bein’ about ta try something new…?”
     Jak didn’t need the hint to be dropped twice. In seconds Dax had been firmly pried away from his friend’s erection and plopped on his back in the middle of the rumpled bed. He squirmed as Jak reached for the bottle, faintly apprehensive but aroused enough to ignore it in favor of anticipation.
     The cork popped slightly as it was pulled out of the bottle. Daxter shifted as Jak reclined on the bed next to him, head level with the smaller racer’s hip. The redhead shoved himself backwards the slightest bit, until he could prop his shoulders up somewhat on the headboard. He wanted a good view of what Jak was doing—just so he could ensure that no mistakes were made, of course.
     “Comfortable?”
     “You bet, big guy. It’s, uh, all you now.”
     Daxter flushed and tried not to gulp too obviously as Jak gently took him by one ankle and spread his legs wider. It was kind of embarrassing to be exposed like this, truth be told, even if it was only Jak who was seeing him. Wow, I guess I’m not totally shameless after all. Huh. Jak owes me five orbs.
     Jak patted his leg reassuringly with one hand, obviously trying not to drip oil on the sheets with the other. “So, what do I do first? Just sort of… slide them in?”
   “One at a time,” Dax instructed, blushing brighter despite himself. “Slow an’ gentle, if ya know what I mean. No rush. I’ll tell ya if it needs done different.”
     “Right.”
     At least Jak seemed calm and collected. He did as he was told, appearing confident that if he followed Daxter’s directions nothing would go amiss. The redhead in turn followed Jak’s example and relaxed himself, breathing in deeply and exhaling as one slick digit spread the improvised lubricant around his entrance. Just one finger couldn’t be bad, could it? He didn’t imagine so.
     The finger pushed in.
     “Mmph…” It felt strange, but not bad. Still, Dax couldn’t help but clench his eyes shut. He suddenly didn’t want to look at Jak, afraid of his friend’s expression. Suppose the racer suddenly got weirded out by this? What if he wanted to call it off?
     “Dax? How’s that feel?”
     “Different,” he managed with some difficulty. “Doesn’t hurt.”
     “Huh.” Jak didn’t seem satisfied with that answer. “Good start, I guess. Let’s see if I can make it a little better than ‘doesn’t hurt.’”
     His caring words made Daxter relax even further as that finger began to stretch and explore. This wasn’t bad at all, really. He could handle this, if Jak kept up the gentle introduction and built it up slowly. He sighed contentedly and arched, feeling brave enough to try an experimental clench. Until…
     … Jak’s finger crooked and brushed something inside. Dax yelped in shock, the jolt of pleasure that shot up his spine making him jump.
     “Holy hell! What—?!”
     Jak smirked smugly. With only a little more searching he returned to the spot, pressed it harder, chuckled when the redhead couldn’t help shoving himself toward the touch. “Why are you asking me? You’re the one who read the book.”
     “Y-yeah,” Dax stammered, rocking harder against that finger as his formerly flagging arousal decided it wasn’t going anywhere after all. Reacting to Jak’s teasing words was even too much trouble—knowing the mechanics behind what was going on with his body was quite, quite different than experiencing it firsthand. “Just… unnh… keep doing that! Right there, more, an’ you can’t stop until I say!”
     The racer’s husky laugh was cut short as he suddenly became inspired and leaned forward to trail his tongue up the side of Daxter’s length. Dax moaned pitifully as wet heat engulfed him, able to almost completely ignore the chill of more oil and the sting of a second finger joining the first.
     “Jak… Jak…!”
     No wonder the green-blonde hadn’t been able to keep quiet under this kind of treatment the evening before. The double assault was breathtaking. Dax writhed and twisted, arching up into his mouth and then back onto his hand. His shoulders slipped off the headboard and he ignored it, content to stay flat on his back. He had better leverage in that position anyway.
     “You’re so damn cute, Dax.” The heated whisper as Jak pulled away felt almost cool as it brushed flesh slick with sweat and saliva.
     One hand was twisted in emerald golden hair, and the redhead managed to give it a tug of disapproval. “M’not cute, I’m—ah!—hot, ya jerk! Get it right!”
     “Mmm, incredibly hot.” Jak nuzzled his thigh agreeably, goatee scratching slightly at overly sensitive skin in a way Daxter had never noticed before. “You really are.”
     His mouth returned before Dax had a chance to think up a suitable retort, once more reducing the former ottsel to a state of helpless, squirming, squeaking pleasure. This was so much better than the small demonstration of oral sex he had gotten the night before! That time he had been so far gone already that a mere lick and a nibble had shoved him over the edge. Now Jak was giving back as good as the redhead had given him, and it was mind-numbingly good.
     He wasn’t expecting the third finger.
     Relaxed and distracted as he was, it stung. Badly. Daxter swiftly stopped mid-curse and forced himself not to tense any further, not to try to slam his legs shut. No, no Daxxie, that’ll just make it worse—whatever ya do, stay relaxed!
     Jak left his cock with one last absent lick, concern in his blue eyes. “Dax, you okay? Was that too fast?”
     “Fine—I just think that’s prob’ly enough finger action,” the redhead hissed. Three, three was a stretch he could and would get used to. The thought of four was just… no. “Just let me… lemme get used to this an’ then we can… uh… aaaahh…” Okay. So he was getting used to it pretty damn fast. The pain was still present, of course, but how anyone could care much about a little annoyance like that while Jak was wiggling and rotating his fingers that way was beyond him. “Nngh! Ah! D-damn you an’ yer quick t-trigger finger!”
     A smile flitted across the racer’s face. “Just don’t hold back, alright?”
     “No! I don’t wanna come yet!”
     Quickly Daxter dropped a weak hand on his friend’s shoulder, giving as strong a warning squeeze as he was able. I can totally last as long as him! It’s not gonna get around that Orange Lightning doesn’t have stamina!
     “Suit yourself.” For some reason, Jak’s chuckle sounded strained. “If that’s the case I can’t… can’t guarantee I can hold off as long as you can, oh mighty Precursor.”
     Only then did it occur to Dax that Jak was rocking against the mattress in time with the movement of his fingers inside the redhead. The thought hit him like a thunderbolt. He was getting all the attention, but Jak was still ready enough to climax before him if they didn’t pick up the pace soon. Slightly evil elation ran through him.
     Oh, he wants me SOOO bad! A smug, ecstatic grin on his face, Daxter bucked and moaned shamelessly. If that’s not hottest thing I’ve ever seen, I don’t know what is!
     “Dax, is there any way we can…” Building frustration was evident in the panted words. “Since you don’t want to come yet, is there any chance you might be… you know, like… nearly ready to…?”
     “Readin’ yer mind and way ahead of ya, pal.” He made sure he had caught the racer’s eye before smirking as naughtily as he was able. “Let’s do this thing.”
     Jak’s simple sigh spoke multitudes as he swiftly freed his fingers and sat back. ‘Let us give immeasurable thanks to the almighty and merciful Precursors!!!’ summed it up pretty nicely.
     “Put some’a this on you an’ more on me.” The nearly forgotten bottle of oil was batted in Jak’s general direction before Daxter squirmed into a better position and pulled the pillow under his head. Oh, was he ever ready for this. The absence of Jak’s fingers left him feeling somehow empty inside, and he shifted restlessly.
     Shit… an’ I thought I wouldn’t like bein’ on the bottom. Shows how much I know. Damn it, Jak, I don’t care if it hurts a little, just put somethin’ back in me before I go ballistic!
     The slippery stuff was quickly, if a little clumsily, applied to them both. As soon as he had done so Jak rose to his knees and leaned over his friend, a rather nervous smile on his face. Gently he lifted the redhead’s hips and draped Daxter’s legs up and over his thighs.
     And there he halted, the blunt tip of his arousal prodding at Daxter’s slick entrance in a way that made them both shudder, seeming unsure what to do next.
     Sensing his hesitance Dax immediately threw his legs around the green-blonde’s waist and crossed his ankles over a strong lower back. He grabbed a hold of Jak’s broad shoulders for good measure, pulling him down to whisper into a long, twitching ear.
     “Jak, I’ve got an idea. I’m gonna count ta three, okay? An’ when I say ‘three’ I want you to go. No arguments, no hesitating, no ‘Are you sure, Daxter?’ Just go. Alright?”
     The racer nodded slowly. “Right.”
     Satisfied Jak would keep to the agreement, the redhead took a deep breath and shut his eyes. However, before he could begin the counting, he found his cheek suddenly cupped by a large, gentle hand. One eye cracked open again. “Hmm?”
     With a silent chuckle, Jak pressed their foreheads together. A kiss was delivered to the tip of Daxter’s nose, quick and silly and anything but manly, but it made him grin anyway. “You really are a brave little coward when you want to be.”
     “Hey!” Pretend indignation managed to help him cover the catch in his voice, the lump in his throat. A light swat to the back of the head distracted from his real goal, looping his arms around Jak’s neck in a squeezing hug. Only when they were pressed tightly together chest to chest, Jak returning the embrace, did he think to continue. “Ready, babe?”
     “Ready.”
     “Okay. One… two… three.”

- // - // - // - // -

     Daxter went limp on three.
     When the redhead suddenly became as relaxed as a dozing ottsel in his arms Jak was so surprised that he almost forgot to thrust—almost. Gathering his wits a second later he pushed forward, not too fast or too hard, but as firm and steady as he could manage. He just had to trust that Dax knew what he was talking about.
     There was a tense whine beside his ear and fingernails dug into his neck. Jak winced, trying not to groan. The pleasure he felt as he sank further inside tight heat was intense, almost gut-wrenching, but he couldn’t help worrying a little. Was Daxter alright? Should he have prepared the redhead longer? Gone slower? Used more oil?
     Oh, fuck… I hope I’m not hurting him too badly…
     The racer let out a deep breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding and stilled when he felt himself firmly seated. An iron will kept him from thrusting away unconcernedly as he waited for Daxter to adjust. He kept his chin tightly tucked against the former ottsel’s thin shoulder, almost not wanting to look his friend in the eye. Dax could say it didn’t hurt and that everything was fine, but those big blue orbs never lied.
     “Are you alright?” he whispered, half dreading the reply.
     “Uhn… y-yeah…?”
     It was more a question than an answer, and Jak flinched at the whimper behind the words. There wasn’t much he could do besides stay motionless and let the smaller racer get used to it. Oh, but it was hard… he wanted to pull back and begin thrusting so badly…
     The green-blonde bit back a hiss as Daxter shifted slightly, tightening around him. He gasped outright when the redhead abruptly tensed and clenched, then squeaked into Jak’s hair at the movement.
     “Well stay still and it might hurt less, damn it!”
     As soon as the words left his mouth Jak regretted them. It wasn’t really Dax’s fault that the slightest move the redhead made was torture for Jak as he tried to keep in control of himself. The very last thing he meant to do was yell at his lover at a moment like this. Daxter was pretty touchy under normal circumstances—who knew how he would react now?
     “Dax? Dax, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…” Finally he steeled himself and looked down at his friend’s face.
     Wide eyes stared back up at him, only a little moisture beading at the corners. The redhead’s mouth hung open slightly and his damp chest was heaving as he panted, but it was obvious that pain wasn’t the issue.
     “It… it doesn’t hurt. Doesn’t hurt anymore. I was j-just waitin’ for you ta move,” he whispered, eyes still wide, then swallowed hard. “Feels good. P… please, move?”
     Jak was still for a moment longer. Then he laughed. He really couldn’t help but laugh.
     “Hey—!” The redhead began to whine, clearly unhappy with being laughed at. But when Jak seized his hips, pulled back, and fluidly thrust forward again the tone of the exclamation changed considerably.
     “You were saying?” Jak growled, grinning cockily despite his best efforts as Daxter gasped and thin legs tightened convulsively around him.
     “I was telling you ta move, ya freakin’ jackass!” Dax shrieked, jerking on his hair again. “Now! Right now, or so help me furry gods I’ll—!”
     Apparently they were past the quiet, plaintive pleading stage and into the demanding, threatening stage. Ah, well. Jak hadn’t exactly been expecting the redhead to be sweet and demure in this sort of situation. He had been actively counting on taking a little spitfire to bed, actually—it was much more familiar, much less nerve wracking this way.
     “Moving,” he said simply, cutting off Daxter’s angry tirade. And then he did.
   The redhead stopped mid-threat, a sharp gasp interrupting his detailed description of just what he would do to Jak with that big pair of pliers from the garage if he didn’t get his wish. A shaky sigh followed as the green-blonde carefully thrust and withdrew, starting a tentative rhythm.
     “Oh… o-kay. Guess you’ll get ta… get ta keep yer balls after all then...”
     Other than a huff of amusement, Jak declined to answer. It was time to quit talking and get serious.
     Carefully the racer slid his arms under Daxter’s thin back, hands curling under small shoulders to keep his friend pressed close as they moved. Dax was already rocking in counterpoint with him, easily falling into step and matching the pace Jak set while absently petting the green-blonde’s back and shoulders. That innocent touch in the midst of this blatantly sexual act sent shivers down his spine, and Jak couldn’t have been happier. This was just as he had thought it would be.
     Bending further, he scattered kisses, licks, nips, whatever he could across the pale skin before him. Neck, shoulders, upper chest—all were decorated with half desperate love bites. Daxter’s racing jacket had a decently high collar. No one would see. Besides, the redhead was showing no signs of worrying about it, allowing Jak to enjoy his sweet and salty skin to the fullest.
     “Nnnh… ah! Gods, Jak, faster! Go harder than that—deeper!”
     The words were electrifying. Scenarios flashed through his mind as he obeyed, significantly quickening both the force and speed of his thrusts as Dax hissed, arching in pleasure and approval beneath him.
     He could flip Daxter over and pound him hard from behind… quickly roll, reverse their positions and let the redhead ride him, bouncing in his lap… deliver a firm spank to one quivering thigh and remind the little devil who was in charge here, who called the shots tonight, watch as he gave up fighting to be in control and shamelessly begged for Jak to do what he would…
     With a deep groan Jak buried one hand in thick, damp hair at the base of Daxter’s neck and held him in place for an almost violent kiss, doing his best to introduce his tongue to the redhead’s backmost molars. He’s MINE. Mine, mine, mine…
     “I… I think… you g-got it!” Dax gasped out as the kiss ended. “Top marks fer enthusiasm! But, ah, Precursors—I c-can’t breathe—!”
     The former hero chuckled, breathless himself, and made an effort to loosen his hold lest he crush his lover’s ribcage. This was their first time together, not their last time. They could do all of those things, act out all his fevered imaginings, and more bedsides. Later. Dax wasn’t going anywhere.
     Consciously trying to make their coupling even better, Jak angled his thrusts, trying his best to hit that one spot—
     “Oh FUCK yeah!!”
     The green-blonde grinned stupidly as Daxter howled, nearly convulsing under him. What did it matter if the little guy accidentally ripped out a few strands of his hair in the heat of the moment? He buried his face against Dax’s shoulder and aimed for the spot again. Once, twice, over and over…
     Daxter shivered violently, gritting his teeth and groaning. Seeming to force himself to let go of Jak’s hair, the redhead stretched his arms up over his head and latched his fists into the rumpled sheets instead. He panted for breath, eyes half lidded and vacant as he rocked, basked in the pleasure the racer was giving him.
     That’s officially the new greatest sight I’ve ever seen. Jak smiled.
     The bed frame was creaking steadily and the headboard was knocking the wall at regular intervals—in one corner of his mind Jak still possessed the sense to be thankful they were alone in the house. Daxter’s little noises were getting louder, too, and more frequent.
     “Talk to me, Dax. You alright?”
     A strained, pathetic whimper, an incoherent moan. At first Jak thought that was all the answer he was going to get. Then the redhead suddenly shifted, curling up again to throw his arms around Jak’s neck once more.
     “Jak! Babe, I’m gonna… gonna—!”
     Those were the very words Jak had been waiting for. Moving his hold from shaking shoulders to trembling thighs he slammed forward harder than ever, spurred on by Daxter’s loud pants and gasps. Suddenly realizing that Dax was trying desperately to shove a hand between them, the green-blonde even pulled away a bit so he could reach what he was grasping at.
     Dammit… I knew I forgot something. Memo to Jak: next time, he would have to remember to stroke Daxter so the redhead wouldn’t have to do it himself.
     It was only moments later that Daxter came, gripping his own length and nearly choking Jak with an arm locked tight around his neck. Jak didn’t mind, though. It was altogether a wonderful experience—feeling his friend stiffen, hearing his name cried ecstatically in his ear as tight muscles contracted around him, feeling the rush of liquid heat between Daxter’s writhing form and his own.
   Hazily Jak watched the redhead’s face as he moved toward his own completion. He was disappointed for a moment. Daxter’s eyes were clenched tight as he rode his orgasm. Jak would have liked to see…
     But then, slowly, Dax did open his eyes. As a wide, yet contented, smile spread across his face those eyes looked up right into Jak’s own—wide with happiness, mischief, and wonder, and deep, deep blue.
     Jak’s climax took him almost by surprise. He shuddered and gasped, wanting to call out Daxter’s name but only managing to whisper it into the damp hair at the redhead’s temple. Vaguely he felt long fingers in his own hair and on his face, petting and soothing, and heard a low cry of surprise as Daxter reacted to the sudden surge of warmth inside him. Then they were both still.
     They lay there for a moment that stretched into several minutes, just trying to catch their breaths. Slowly Jak became aware of outside stimuli. A cool, sweet-smelling breeze from the ocean-facing window. Waves, crickets, other night sounds from outside the hut. Sweat, oil, and other miscellaneous substances drying on his skin. He grinned, dropping his head back to rest on the redhead’s chest. Perfect. He never wanted to move.
     Finally, though, Jak moved, not wanting to crush his smaller friend. He shifted to the side, lying down next to Daxter without pulling out all the way. He wasn’t quite willing to lose that particular connection just yet.
     Daxter didn’t seem to notice the movement. He stayed where he was, boneless and making a soft, ottsel-ish sound that was almost a coo as he dreamily played with Jak’s hair. Jak smiled and pulled him closer. The green-blonde was tempted to comment on the sound, then thought better of it. If Dax knew he was making such a cute little noise, he would stop. Best not to ever point out to him that he cooed after sex.
     “How was that, do you think?” Jak couldn’t resist asking quietly.
     The grin on Daxter’s face as Jak looked down at him was probably close to the same grin Jak wore when he had just blown up a particularly annoying opponent on the track—smug and incredibly satisfied. “Fan-friggin’-tastic, Jakkie-boy. Fan… friggin’… tastic.”
     The racer sighed happily and squeezed his friend tight once more, ignoring the squelch between them that the action caused. Daxter, however, seemed to freeze at the sound. A strange expression on his face, he looked like he wanted to say something but didn’t know if he should.
     Jak was alarmed. “Dax, what is it?”
     “I, uh…” The redhead turned suddenly sheepish, tweaking at the tip of Jak’s ear like he sometimes did when he made a mistake and hoped to be forgiven for it. His own ears drooped, and he smiled nervously. “I totally forgot that those condoms Razer gave me are still back at base under the bed. Yer not, like, mad about that, are ya?”
     “What, is that all?” Relieved, Jak rolled his eyes and spoke playfully. “I don’t think it matters either way. I mean, neither of us has anything weird… we’ve never done anything like that before… right?”
     Daxter didn’t answer.
     Jak nudged him sharply. “RIGHT, Daxter?”
     “So maybe there was this *one* time right after Tess turned ottsel, so sue me! S’not like we even went all the way, jeez!”
     “Precursors save us all from the mental images. Fuzzy humping is funny, not sexy.”
Shaking his head with feigned resignation, the racer chuckled and carefully pulled out of the suddenly defensive redhead.
     “Yeah, well, shows how much you know-OH!” Dax jumped and squirmed at the strange feeling, making a face. “Eww…”
     Jak cocked a brow. “What?”
     There was a pause. Then slowly, stiffly, Daxter sat up and pushed back the sheets. The green-blonde watched, puzzled, as he swung his feet out of bed and unsteadily stood up.
     “Dax? Where are you going?”
     “Shower.” Smothering a huge yawn with the palm of his hand, he shuffled naked to the side table and took up the lantern. “Sorry, babe, but I’m not even gonna try fallin’ asleep with this squishy, slimy, nasty—”
     “Okay, I get the point.” With a suffering sigh, Jak also slipped out of bed and stretched mightily before padding quietly after Daxter. “Wait for me. I’ll come with you.”
     A tired, but still spirited, smirk showed a glint of teeth in the flickering light. “Whats’a matter, big bad racer? Don’t want me ta leave ya in the dark all alone?”
     “I love you too, smart ass.”

- * - * - * - * -

     There were better lights downstairs, but they didn’t feel like turning them on. Instead the two cleaned up by lantern light, running a quick shower of soothingly cool water brought into the bathroom through thick reed pipes.
     Daxter was so tired he could barely stand up under the spray.
     Somehow Jak managed to keep his hands to himself as he helped the redhead rinse off, feeling a bit guilty. Dax had every right to be exhausted. Not only had he expended mass quantities of energy the night before creating the time traveling warp gate and only gotten a few hours sleep to recuperate from the exertion, but Jak had run him ragged all day long in one way or another. Now it was very late, and the little guy was getting sleepier by the minute. He leaned heavily against the racer, eyes slipping shut as he allowed Jak’s tender hands to wash him.
     “Mmm…”
     “Almost done, Dax. Hold on just a minute and we can go sleep, okay?”
     “’Kay…”
     Carefully Jak guided his friend out of the old metal tub and quickly toweled them both off. Then, casting away the damp towel, he scooped the slight redhead up without asking and headed for the stairs once more.
     “That’s right, big guy, serve an’ protect. S’what heroes do.” Daxter yawned, for once not making a peep of protest at being carried like a fainting princess. Helpfully holding the lantern in one hand, he looped the other arm around Jak’s neck and allowed himself to be taken upstairs.
     Jak gently laid his limp cargo on the bed, thoughtfully making sure Daxter’s head was on a pillow. Before the redhead could get a grip on him and pull him down too, he stepped away.
     “Now where the heck are ya goin’?” The tone foretold an imminent whine.
     “I’ll be right back,” Jak assured. Quickly he descended once more through the hole in the floor. “Go ahead and go to sleep. I’m just going to get our stuff together.”
     “Yer gonna muck around down there in the dark again? Fer that?” Daxter’s tired mutter followed him down. “Yer crazy.”
     Jak agreed that he was a little strange, venturing back down into darkness when there was a warm bed to relax in right there next to him. But he did want to make sure they still had all their gear. It was quite possible that they had dropped something earlier as they scrambled for the privacy of the hut in their lust-addled state, and while a boot or glove might not be bad to misplace he really didn’t want to go through the trouble of tracking down his goggles or the communicator.
     Feeling around on the kitchen floor, the racer soon located what felt like everything. Making a pile of it, he carted it back up to the bedroom. There, he found a surprise. Rather than seeing Daxter face down on the pillow snoring, he saw the very coherent former ottsel blinking blearily at him in the dim light. Daxter had straightened the sheets and blankets and found the stray pillows, and the bed now looked even more inviting than before—especially with the sleepy redhead sitting in the middle of it, struggling to keep his eyes open as he waited for Jak to join him.
     Dropping everything but the communicator in a pile by the foot of the bed to be properly sorted through later, Jak climbed in.
     “Took ya long enough,” Dax griped. But he was smiling as Jak slid under the sheets, and immediately he moved forward to curl up flush against the green-blonde’s side. “Damn, I’m gonna sleep SOOO good…”
     Jak chuckled, pulling the blanket up to his friend’s shoulders. “You do that. I’m just going to check and make sure no one tried to get in touch with us today.”
     With his back propped against the headboard, Jak was able to let Daxter lie there and cuddle one arm while still being able to operate the communicator. It looked like someone had tried to contact him that day after all.
     *You have seven unchecked contacts. Play back first contact?*
     Jak pushed the button to begin playback and immediately wished he hadn’t.
     //“Jak, goddam it, I hate you! I fucking HATE you! I know you have something to do with this!”// Snarls and howls rang out in the background, almost overpowering Torn’s rant at times. //“When you get back here from wherever you are, so help me—!”// An enormous crash echoed, cutting off the irate words, and the transmission ended.
     Jak blinked, shocked, before glancing down at Daxter to gage his reaction.
     “Is it just me,” the redhead murmured absently, both eyes contentedly closed as he snuggled next to his bigger and warmer friend, “or did that sound like a wild lurker loose in there?”
     “Oh, no…” With much trepidation, the racer moved to the next contact.
     //“Jak, where ARE you?! You know how to deal with these things! It’s eating the SOFA, Jak—!”// Ripping sounds and happy snarls accompanied Keira’s harried voice, seconds before Torn could once again be heard screaming, along with Sig and Ashelin. //“What? Wait, Torn, no! Sig, please, don’t let him shoot it, it doesn’t know any better! Jak, please, for the love of all that is holy COME HOME!!”// Click.
     “Hmm.” Daxter didn’t even twitch as he commented. “Guess maybe we should’a… mmm… found a way ta block the portal after all. Oops…”
     Jak quickly skipped to the final message. His friends were all professional soldiers, racers, rebels, and mechanics. They could handle one measly lurker in the base. Couldn’t they…?
     This time, Rayn was seething. //“Well I hope you are very happy, Jak. We have managed to lock it in the bathroom. YOUR bathroom, Jak! The damages are coming out of YOUR cut of the next race’s winnings! And I expect you to deal with this IMMEDIATELY when you get home! That is all.”// A slam as the team coordinator’s ‘com smacked into something hard, presumably a tabletop. Then silence.
     Slowly Jak lowered his communicator, various warring feelings vying for attention inside him. Slowly he looked down at his smaller bedfellow. “Why do they always yell at me? This is your fault.”
     Daxter didn’t answer. Hugging Jak’s muscled arm, mouth open slightly, one ear faintly twitching… the redhead was asleep.
     Jak smiled. Being annoyed was useless. Dropping his communicator carelessly over the side of the bed, he leaned over to the table and blew out the lantern before sliding down next to Daxter. The “emergency” back in Kras could wait until morning. It could wait until morning, and until they’d had breakfast… and possibly another little foray back into the ocean… and most assuredly another tumble in the sheets.
     Sighing contentedly, Jak pulled Daxter closer. With a quick kiss to the dozing redhead’s relaxed lips, he tucked them together so that the green of his goatee pressed into the fire of Dax’s hair.
     “Love you, Dax. Goodnight.”
     Outside, the wind rustled softly through palm trees and vines. Waves crashed faintly in a familiar rhythm. And Sandover Village slept on under bright stars as hero, renegade, warrior, and racer settled close to his sidekick, best friend, lover, and eternal partner in crime, and surrendered himself to happy dreams.

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The End. Of this arc…

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(2^nd) Author’s Note: Oh… my… God. It’s done. Holy sappy ending, Batman! And I wrote a sex scene. *music of awe and wonder in the background* I’m sure it wasn’t the best sex scene. Probably wasn’t even very good. But once you’ve written one, the ones to follow will be progressively better bit by bit, right?

Now. I just want to thank you all one more time for sticking with me on this one. It’s been a huge pleasure to work on.

And I wanted to make an announcement: I AM PLANNING A SEQUEL. As some of you have commented, there are still loose ends that deserve to be tied up. And, much as I hate to say it, I need to take a break on this fic. I love it and all, but I have other things to work on. Better to pause the story here, an intermission if you will, than drag it out and possibly get tired of it. So “Keep Talking” will come along, but not for a while yet. Maybe not for a long while. But it’ll show up eventually. Hope to see you all around for it!

Outtake time. Last one! So bittersweet…

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Jak: (drops unknown bottle into Daxter’s hand)

Daxter: What is this stuff?

Jak: *darkly* You don’t want to know…

Daxter: O_O;;

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Jak: Well stay still and it might hurt less, damn it!

Daxter: ………

Jak: Uh… I mean…

Daxter: You did NOT just freakin’ yell at me, asshole!!

Jak: Shit.

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Daxter: Oh no, I forgot about condoms!

Jak: It should be okay. I mean, neither one of us has done that before… right?

Daxter: ……

Jak: RIGHT Daxter?

Daxter: Oh, look, a purple seagull with a power cell and three Scout Flies!

Jak: Where?!

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Daxter: Did that sound like a wild lurker loose in there to you?

Jak: Oh please God, let it eat Torn.

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Daxter: Hey… I wonder what it’d be like if we were both ottsels?

Jak: Don’t even think about it.

Daxter: But Jak—!

Jak: I said fuzzy humping is FUNNY, not sexy!!!

Daxter: (pouts) You never wanna try new things!

Jak: I am SO not getting drawn into this conversation…
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