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Tertiary	By : sillyneko345 Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 5834 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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-Tertiary
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 1
- 2
- 3
AN: I’m very glad people seem to be enjoying this one. I’m sure enjoying writing it. Who knew mixing het and slash could be so much fun?
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Amaronith: Your glee feeds my glee! It’s your story, after all.
Nahia: Here is more! I’m glad you like it. They do work so well together. And I do totally think that Jak is a virgin. Getting him in the sack without a looong acquaintance or a whole lot of alcohol would be like trying to neuter a cougar without anesthetic.
Tainted_Emerald: This is actually the first straight/bi I’ve written! I shock myself. But yes, we are all very jealous of Tess. She and Dax were very sweet to cook up such a romantic evening for their hero. I’ll keep writing like this as long as I can, trust me! (The sequel to Talk to Me has been started, but I’m not actively working on it at the moment. Tying up loose ends first.)
Reva: You’re right, this fic can stand on its own and isn’t connected to any of my others. Fun & Games and Small Favors are both fics unto themselves. I’m glad you’re enjoying it so much!
GoodMorningBeautiful2005: First threesome writing, and first heterosexual writing of any kind. Which is very odd… Anyway, I’m working on the epilogue of All That Glitters as we speak!
Grimreaperchibi: Tess certainly does need more love. She’s an awesome character. But, what will happen if your inner fangirl is appeased?! You can’t say that and not tell me! Surely nothing bad can come of something so good…
CrabRangoonMonster: I updated soon-ish! :3
Kuromei: Heck yeah! Getting what you asked for is awesome. *fans* Here's some more for ya.
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Jak’s eyes widened in alarm. Foreplay? Wasn’t that what they had been doing for the past half hour? Did that mean they hadn’t even really started yet? He didn’t think he had ever been so hard for so long without jerking off. Not that he ever really jerked off all that often—more often in the past year than he had ever thought he would need to—but still. It just wasn’t natural!
“Tessy, is there somethin’ in that bag of tricks that will compliment this lesson?”
“Oh, you bet!” Tess smiled widely, popping up to grab said bag from the nightstand. “I got everything we need and some sexy extras, too.”
Daxter rubbed his palms together in anticipation. “Excellent. Let’s see. Did you get that thing that I asked for fer Jak?”
“It was at the top of the list.”
Jak watched with equal parts curiosity and trepidation as his seducers dug into their spoils, being careful not to let him see what they had. “Am I going to like this?”
“Yes, Jak, you will. You’ll like it or we’ll stop. Now quit worryin’ an’ lay back. It’s more fun to play ‘getting to know you’ before we break out the accessories.” With one hand Daxter coaxed the green-blonde back down, his head in the indent it had made on the luxuriously stuffed pillow. “Just relax. And don’t cover up.”
Jak nodded with some difficulty as Dax and Tess snuggled in close to him. This was the part he had been dreading. Close inspection. Prolonged touch to places and parts that weren’t in hormone overdrive and begging for it already.
Daxter nuzzling at his neck and behind his ear he could handle. A little ottsel nose had been buried there far too often for the feel of it to be strange. Tess doing the same was okay too, by association. It was when the kisses and caresses moved down, over his throat and onto his clavicle and shoulders, that he began to tense. The worst of the scars started there.
Jak found himself instinctively pressing against Daxter, pulling away from the innocently curious touch of Tess’s fingers. Nothing against her, but Dax had seen the damage before. He wouldn’t be freaked out or grossed out or anything, like a lady might. He was also the one who had been there helping Jak heal, physically and mentally, when those scars were new.
“Easy, pal. Easy. Just us. This’ll feel good, if ya let it.”
One of Daxter’s hands caught Jak’s own as he reflexively reached down to cover his chest. His arm was gently directed up, to lay on the pillow near his head. Dax did it all smoothly, carefully, giving Jak time to pull loose if he needed to. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Jak let the arm go limp.
“There ya go. That’s my guy.”
The words sent warmth coursing through Jak to rival the cold chills that were beginning to crawl up his spine. He tried again to be still, even when Tess unexpectedly pressed a kiss to the inside of his elbow. The once-tender skin there wasn’t so much covered in old needle tracks as it was one big track itself, after countless injections.
“Daxxie?” she whispered against Jak’s trembling, sweaty skin.
“Hmm?”
“You shot whoever did this in the balls, right?”
The redhead muffled a snort of laughter while Jak managed to grin crookedly. “Oh, don’t you worry, babe. We did a little more than that.”
“Good. I knew my widdle fluffy hero would get them back.”
Jak nodded, relaxing. He didn’t mind his friend’s hero complex taking over on this one. Dax had sprung him from prison and not run screaming from the monster he had almost become. It was Dax who kept him sane enough to hit Erol and Praxis where it hurt, and come out alive at the end of it. He could have the credit.
Sensing the uncoiling of tight muscles under their hands, Daxter really went for the goal. Grinning, he hit every ticklish spot on the racer’s body and found more Jak didn’t even know he had. When Jak began to squirm again it was for an entirely different reason.
“You guys, please,” he panted, “I’m really ticklish—!”
“So we see.” With a naughty angel’s smile, Tess bent her head to kiss over his ribs. He couldn’t curl up or struggle with her right there, so he had to lie there and take it as best he could, trying not to laugh.
Finally Daxter’s hands began to stroke again instead of tickle, running down his thighs to the backs of his knees. “There, now, didn’t that make ya feel better?”
“It makes me feel like sitting on you, actually.”
“Hey! Okay, that’s it. Gimme the feather, Tess. Jakkie-boy’s gonna get it, now.”
Jak quirked a brow as a big, plumed feather came to light. What was that for? He blew at it when Daxter used it to bop him on the nose, then lay still as it began to swish back and forth down his body. Oh. That was what it was for. It didn’t actually tickle, though—it was more of a light, barely-there caress. He let his eyes close, breathing steadily, almost entirely over the mini-trauma of first touch. That was nice.
Tess began to walk her fingers down the middle of Jak’s chest, following the feather south. Jak twitched when the soft strands of it hit a sensitive spot near his bellybutton. It was obvious Daxter was enjoying being a tyrant. The racer was rather enjoying that tyranny, too, until the redhead’s focus switched to the insides of Jak’s thighs.
“Ah!” Jak gasped sharply as the teasing tickle made his leg jerk reflexively. At that moment a long-buried memory swam to the surface, and he blushed slightly. “Dax?”
“Yes? No beggin’ fer mercy, now. This is fun.”
“It’s not that. I… I just remembered something that I should probably tell you.”
“Oh?” Abandoning the feather for a moment, Daxter slid back down on his stomach to rest his head on Jak’s shoulder. Tess cuddled up to do the same on his other side, this time keeping her little tickly fingers to herself, as Dax wrapped a possessive arm around Jak’s waist. “Lay it on me, I’m all ears.”
Jak coughed lightly. “Um. Well, this one time a couple years back—I guess it was right around when we first went to Spargus. You remember how small our bed was there?”
“That dinky little cot? Yeah, I remember it. Good thing I was still an ottsel or we’d never have fit on it.”
“Yeah, you were ottsel and we still didn’t have enough room. About that.” Jak’s ears flicked back guiltily. “One night I was kind of… on edge. I woke up and you were sleeping in my lap, and I had been… rubbing on you in my sleep, I guess. And I sort of didn’t stop.”
Daxter stared silently.
Jak looked at the ceiling, embarrassed and wondering why he had brought it up. “Sorry. That stupid feather just reminded me… it kind of feels like your fur did, down there. I wanted to say sorry for doing that without you knowing.”
A sly finger found the band of Jak’s underwear, trailing along it but never quite dipping under. “You know, Jak, you are much too goody-goody,” Daxter grinned.
“Excuse me?”
“Fer example: I didn’t know you were awake that time, either. And yet I let you rub off on me, an’ I totally enjoyed it. And I do not feel guilty now, nor will I ever feel guilty in the future, unlike Mr. Conscientious, here.”
“You were awake?!” Jak was horrified. “Why didn’t you move off my lap or something?”
“Are you kiddin’? That was hot!” The redhead smirked at the memory, slipping two fingers just under the band he was toying with. “You have no idea how fast I started jerkin’ it when you slid out from under me an’ snuck off ta the bathroom. I never got off so fast in my life. Good times.”
“I can’t believe this,” Jak muttered, still red in the face.
Tess shook her head sadly. “Aww, that’s too bad. If you had realized, you boys could have been having fun together so much sooner.”
“When he was still an ottsel?” Jak asked incredulously. Not that he had never thought about it—he had, long and hard, on more than one occasion—but he didn’t want Tess to think he was some sort of furry-molesting pervert.
For some reason that had the blonde giggling loudly. She hid her face against Jak’s chest, unable to answer without laughing.
“What? I don’t get it.”
Daxter was laughing too, but not so much that Jak couldn’t understand him. “Oh, boy. Well, Jak, lemme put it this way—you weren’t the only one ta dig Orange Lightning’s furry little self in the hot an’ sweaty way. If you will recall, I was an ottsel when me an’ Tessy first met.”
And Tess hadn’t been an ottsel, for a good year and a half after. What all this meant snapped together in Jak’s mind, and he covered his eyes with a groan. “Oh my gods, you guys! And all this time I was picturing your dates full of movies and popcorn and cute couch snuggles!”
“Well, there were movies and popcorn and couch snuggles,” Tess said, lifting her head. Her cheeks were pink as her headband, which had been jostled crooked, and she was smiling from ear to pierced ear. “And also blowjobs.”
“Auugh! Don’t tell me that!”
Daxter cackled evilly. “Jak’s innocence: slowly destroyed, one step at a time!”
Suddenly they were all laughing like idiots, and what had begun as an attempt at a suave ménage a trois rapidly degenerated to something closer resembling what would happen after a night of heavy drinking. When they finally calmed enough to stop for air, Jak couldn’t imagine why they hadn’t been piling on top of each other in their underwear for years.
“No, but really, Jak,” Daxter giggled when he could finally breathe again. “We’ll hafta tell you that story sometime. I was gonna, when it happened, but… what with how Keira was bein’ at the time, an’ you were all Mr. GrumpyPants, an’ I didn’t know how you’d feel about me an’ Tess doin’ that while I had fur…”
Jak sighed deeply, but a grin was lurking at the corner of his mouth. “So that was why you were more out of it than usual. Here I was just thinking you were all happy about your first date.” He reached up to mess up Daxter’s hair, which the redhead allowed without too much grumbling. “And, for the record… I would have been cool with the fur, if it was yours.”
“Yes, when it’s Daxxie, it’s different.” Tess smiled dreamily, petting Jak’s chest. “He was such a cute little fluffy-muffin! I could pick him up and hug him and squeeze him and cuddle him, and his fur was just so soft and warm and silky…” Her eyelids drooped as she reminisced, while her voice dropped to a coo.
Jak shot Daxter an alarmed look as his bicep was nuzzled lovingly and Tess hugged his arm, curling her leg over his own.
“Oh, he had such sweet little paws, too, and fuzzy little ears. And his widdle button nosie was just sooo kissable. Like, wow, Jak, I can’t even tell you. I don’t know how you stood it all those years, and you even got to sleep with him every night, you lucky guy!”
“Um, Tess—” Jak tensed as she pressed against him, looking beseechingly to Daxter for help. He was sadly disappointed, though, as all Dax did was laugh silently at him and leave him to his fate.
“What was I supposed to do, really?” Tess asked breathily. “I couldn’t ever even kiss him, because people were always around! And then that first night you left him alone with me, oh, I thought I was going crazy! He was so cute, and funny, and sexy, I just couldn’t help it, really…”
Jak turned a begging face on Daxter and mouthed ‘Help me!’ as Tess began to rub on him in earnest. What was he supposed to do?!
Daxter shook his head and grinned. “Okay, okay. ‘Scuse me, Jak.” And with that, he leaned over the racer and hooked his fingers under the crotch of Tess’s panties.
“Ooooh!” Tess squealed in surprise and immediately opened her legs—but didn’t let go of Jak’s arm.
Like he had done it a hundred times, Daxter’s hand moved precisely under the thin cotton cover. He smiled indulgently as Tess purred his name against Jak’s shoulder and began to move against his touch.
“Whoa,” Jak breathed.
“Yeah, I know,” Dax agreed. “She gets like this sometimes. Ain’t it cute? Someday I really gotta find somebody who can make her a nice little ottsel doll ta cuddle wi—ah!”
Jak’s ears drifted down to his shoulders nervously. His hand stilled on the contours of his friend’s arousal, hot on his palm through the confines of underwear fabric. He had caught Dax by surprise. Maybe he wasn’t supposed to do that yet?
“Mmm.” The redhead stretched, arching against Jak the tiniest bit. “Yeah, o-okay. We have definitely deviated from the lesson plan. Tessy, wanna keep goin’?”
She made a very pleased sound as her eyes fluttered open again. The big blue orbs were glassy with what Jak was slowly beginning to recognize as passion. “You bet, baby. Ooh, that was nice, though. You’re so good at that, Daxxie-kins.”
Jak shifted uncomfortably as Dax pulled away from the blonde and sat up at his side. It would clearly take more than one night to get used to being in the middle of his friends’ sex lives. “You guys don’t have to stop because of me. I can just… watch?”
“No way!” Tess cried as she sat up, too. “We pulled strings and broke bones to get you here tonight so we could make love with you, not turn you into a voyeur. Silly boy.”
“Um, right.”
“You bet yer sweet ass, right!” Daxter landed a palm on Jak’s chest when the racer tried to sit up, too. “No, you stay down, big guy. We’re workin’, here. You just watch an’ learn. And enjoy.”
Being bossed around had never been high on Jak’s list of favorite things, but he was used to it where Daxter was concerned. He lay back with a sigh and a roll of his eyes. Once he was satisfied of his friend’s compliance, the redhead pulled away his hand, leaving Jak with an oddly slick spot on one pectoral. He was reaching for it curiously when the realization of what it was hit, and he dropped his hand as if he had been burned.
Daxter noticed his astounded expression, of course, and chuckled. “We’re just traumatizing you right off the board tonight, aren’t we, Jak? Don’t worry. You’ll like it when ya get it straight from the source. It even tastes good.”
The implications of that had Jak gripping the bedspread tightly as he gulped and shifted on the soft covers, trying hard not to look like a keyed-up rookie.
Daxter’s eyes softened again, and he paused a moment to lean back over the racer. “Damn it, Jak, you look so hot I can’t stand it.” He petted through green-gold silk, straightening the mussed strands. “I know yer new at this stuff an’ you don’t like that much, but I’m so glad me an’ Tessy get ta be yer first. Times like these I’m almost glad you’ve always been the antisocial, brooding hero-type. So no one else got their dirty paws on ya before me.”
Before Jak could whip out a retort he had been kissed, very thoroughly, with lots of very friendly tongue, to the point of breathlessness, and Dax had already pulled away. Jak was surprised, to say the least. He had thought that Daxter was having fun embarrassing him over the inexperience card, when apparently the redhead actually liked that Jak had been too mistrustful to ever let anyone this close to him before. The patterns of flickering candlelight on the ceiling seemed to share his musings—until his underwear was pulled half off in one tug.
“Hey!” Jak yelled, before he could stop himself, shooting a hand out to snag the band and keep them up. His hand was firmly smacked.
“Let go of those,” Daxter scolded. “Being naked is a crucial step, y’know. We’ll be right behind ya.”
Ears falling, Jak tried to bargain. “Can I at least get under the blanket?”
“No you can’t, because then we could not see you,” the redhead explained patiently. “Which I’m aware is exactly what you were tryin’ for. No dice.”
Jak pulled out the stops and gave his best sad puppy look. “Please?”
Daxter sighed. “Tessy, would you—?”
“Create a distraction? Totally, baby. I’m good at those.” Smiling sweetly, Tess crawled up to Jak’s side. “How ‘bout it, Jak? Are you ready to be distracted?”
“Well, I—”
He got no further before Tess gracefully reached behind herself and, with a soft ‘click,’ unsnapped her bra. Jak’s eyes widened as the straps slid off her shoulders and down her arms. With one quick tug it swung free, and she flipped it over the edge of the bed with an impish grin.
Jak blinked. “Wow.”
“Well?” she giggled. “Are you sufficiently distracted?”
“Tess,” he said quietly, “I don’t think I’ve ever told you this before, but… you’re really beautiful.”
By the way she blushed prettily, he could tell she hadn’t been expecting a compliment. “Thank you, Jak. Would you like to touch?” She cupped her breasts and smiled invitingly. They filled her palms almost perfectly.
“Can I?”
“I’d be insulted if you didn’t.”
Insulting was the very last thing Jak wanted to be, so he reached up with all the wondering curiosity and delight of someone confronted with their first kitten. He ran his fingers over them gently, marveling at the smoothness of the spheres. They were soft, but firm, too. Tess’s skin was pale and flawless in the low light. She nearly purred as he explored, eyes drifting shut as she relaxed.
Jak relaxed, too. Feeling an encouraging pat on his leg, he shifted and let Dax slide off his boxer-briefs. How bad could it be, really?
“Ooh!” Tess squeaked and her eyes popped open as his thumbs brushed over her nipples. They hardened at the sensation, and he repeated it. “Not feeling so shy now, huh? Good!”
“We’re makin’ progress,” Daxter purred.
Jak realized with a start that the redhead had been watching the whole time, propped on one elbow and stroking himself slowly. His underwear, and Jak’s, was nowhere to be seen. Jak couldn’t help but stare, hands still cupped over Tess’s chest.
“Like the view?” Dax smirked. “The one from here is fan-tastic.”
Jak snorted, flushing. “Pervert.”
“Takes one ta know one, Jakkie-boy.” The smirk widened. “Alrighty, Tess—surrender the goodies!”
“Eeek!” Tess squealed and laughed, falling playfully on top of Jak as Daxter lunged and hooked his fingers in the waist of her panties. “Panty thief!”
Slightly dumbfounded, Jak lifted his arms without thinking and wrapped them around Tess as she came down. Her breasts were suddenly all that he could see; her hot, smooth body all he could feel as she squirmed against him, arching and twisting for Daxter as he peeled off the last of her clothing and launched it away into the depths of the room like a slingshot. Her upper thigh brushed Jak’s erection and he moaned, burying his face in her cleavage and tightening his arms around her.
“Ah!” Tess gasped at the combined actions and leaned even further forward, resting most of her slight weight on Jak’s upper torso and pressing her chest more firmly against him. Her hands fell to the sides of his head, gripping gently in the hair behind his ears. “Please kiss them?” she asked softly, looking truly agitated for the first time that night.
Behind them, Daxter was slowly petting her raised bottom and the backs of her thighs. “Do it, Jak, totally. Tessy’s girls need lovin’ too.”
So Jak did what his best friend suggested. He shut his eyes and began to kiss and lick wherever Tess directed him. Her skin smelled of powder and tasted light and sweet, slightly salty with fresh sweat.
“Oh, Jak,” she panted, beginning to squirm with more focus. “Just like that. Daxxie, he’s a natural! Ah! So gentle…”
“I told ya he’d come around nice.” Daxter’s tone sounded a bit strained.
It was all Jak could do not to thrust upwards. The apex of her thighs had to be somewhere just above his. He held himself back, though. Her heat and the little sounds she made were driving him crazy, but he still had no idea what it was they were moving toward. How would all three of them do this? He wanted Tess, but he wanted Daxter, too, and he was sure they wanted each other, and—
His body jerked as Daxter reached between Tess’s spread legs and gripped Jak’s hard length. He groaned and sucked reflexively, harder than he meant to, and she bucked with a heady little cry.
“Tessy, can we give Jak his blowjob now? Please?” There was a frustrated whine in the redhead’s voice. “I’m dyin’ here. This is the single greatest thing I’ve ever seen!”
“Mmm-hm.” Tess moaned sweetly as she pulled back, leaving Jak blinking at nothing. Her body brushed the racer’s in all the right places as she settled next to Daxter with Jak’s legs between them. “That was wonderful, Jak. But now it’s our turn for a tasty treat, don’t you think?”
They were level with his hips, and made no secret of what they were looking at. Jak simply nodded and closed his eyes. He was done being embarrassed, done wondering if he would be good at this, done with everything except feeling good and repaying the favor when he got the chance.
“I think we finally got through, Tessy,” Daxter grinned. He laid a warm hand on Jak’s abdomen, fingers teasing softly through the trail of green hair there. “Heh. Y’know, first time I thought about doin’ what we’re doin’, this was barely startin’ ta grow in. You remember that, Jak?”
“I never forgot it, Dax.”
“Good! Me, either. ‘Cause yer my best friend and I love ya and I can’t wait ta suck yer cock!” Daxter nuzzled his cheek against Jak’s hip in a very affectionate and ottselish way as Tess giggled and Jak mentally counted to ten to keep himself from coming all over that freckled face right then.
Tess fished up her paper bag and took a small bottle out of it. “Bonus points for enthusiasm, Daxxie-kins. Do you still want me to show you how it’s done one more time? I bought fresh lube. Strawberry.”
“Yeah, but wait just a sec.” He gripped the length before him and Jak breathed in, one long inhale as a hot tongue trailed from the base, up the vein on the underside, and across the tip. Daxter lingered there a moment, then pulled back with a swirl of tongue and swallowed audibly. “O-okay. I just wanted… I know what I taste like, and what you taste like, Tess. I wanted some of Jak before it all went strawberry.”
He was actually blushing when he said it, and Jak’s growing impulse to pin him to the mattress and mount him like an animal—a very loving animal—rose another notch. “Question. Do I get to nail Daxter tonight? Because I really want to.”
Said redhead’s eyes widened to twice their normal size as his ear tips promptly hit his shoulders and his blush intensified. Ha. Let that be a lesson to the teasing little brat. He wouldn’t stay in control forever, not if Jak had anything to say about it.
Tess laughed delightedly and popped the lid on the lube bottle. “Of course you do, Jak. Just not before we’re done making a hero sandwich, okay?”
“Okay. I’m alright with that.” That did indeed sound fantastic, and Jak attuned his mind to think pleasantly on it for the time being.
“Tess, quick,” Daxter muttered, “he’s getting braver! Get started before he tries ta take over on us! He’ll do it, don’t think he won’t. Damn gung-ho hero blood.”
“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” And with that Tess upended her bottle. “Sorry if it’s a little cold, Jak. It’ll warm up soon. Actually, we don’t even really need this right now, but I’m a sucker for strawberry.”
Somewhere in the back of his mind, past the part that was yelping at the cold ooze down his sensitive bits, Jak registered that he knew that. “Yeah. Me and Dax brought you some fresh ones back from Kras once.”
“That’s right,” she purred, leaning forward. “They were the most delicious I’ve ever had. Although, I think this kind of strawberry might make it to the top of the list, too.” Her tongue ventured out, lapped the excess lube off the base of him, and Jak knew he was a goner.
When her lips closed around the tip, tight and sweet, it felt as though someone had turned on a heating pad under Jak’s lower back. He shifted with a shuddering sigh, arms going over his head to brace against the wall. Oh, yeah. Daxter’s hand kneaded his thigh as the redhead watched intently, taking last minute notes.
Tess’s head bobbed in her own special rhythm. Her eyes fluttered shut and her cutely pierced ears flicked contentedly as she worked, obviously enjoying herself. Jak thought hazily, as he tried not to squirm, that strawberry flavoring couldn’t be the deciding factor in enthusiasm like that. When she finally pulled back Jak’s head jerked up on a choked off sound of dismay.
Tess stroked his hips soothingly. “Just letting Daxxie have his turn, Jak. He’s been practicing for this, you know.”
“Huh? Practicing?” The green-blonde half sat up, thinking it would be rude to be looking at the ceiling during a conversation like that.
Daxter coughed like he really wished that hadn’t been said, looking anywhere but at Jak. The slump of his ears betrayed embarrassment even as his tone strove to be casual. “Oh, y’know. Just with some of Tessy’s… toys, and stuff. Just so I’d know kind of what ta do when we got ya in here with us. No big deal.”
Jak decided then and there that he would pay to see that, Daxter going down on a chunk of anatomically correct plastic or whatever the hell those things were made of, just to possibly please him in the future. They weren’t best friends for nothing.
“Okay, I’ve got an idea.” The racer stretched out and caught his unwary bedfellow by one ankle.
Daxter let out an undignified yelp as he was hauled around to Jak’s liking, tugged easily over the blankets. “Hey! Hands off! I may not be as good as Tess, but yer not even gonna let me try, now?” He glowered over his shoulder at Jak, obviously thinking that he was being pulled away completely.
“I just had a good idea. Why don’t you show off, and show me how at the same time?” To punctuate the suggestion Jak rolled onto his side. Suddenly he and Daxter almost made a yin-yang, nestled together cheek to thigh like a stray wave had dumped them on top of each other in a warm tide pool.
The redhead cleared his throat as he looked down the length of their bodies and slowly put one hand on Jak’s hip. “Well… I guess this works, too. But we were planning on doin’ all the work for ya tonight, y’know.”
“Mm. I’m a horrible plan wrecker.” Jak thoroughly enjoyed the shiver that tentatively nuzzling a pale inner thigh with his goatee produced.
Tess smiled, stretching out languidly to observe. “Maybe so, but you certainly make up for ruined plans with nice surprises. Carry on, boys. Don’t mind me. Now it’s my turn to watch.”
Taking a deep breath, Daxter nudged Jak’s uppermost leg into a more convenient position and settled in. “Alright. Here we go, then, big guy. Just do what I do, I guess.”
Jak shuddered happily at the return of a warm, if rather hesitant, mouth around him before doing just that. He shifted Daxter’s leg as well, with help from his slightly preoccupied partner, and proceeded to follow the redhead’s lead.
What followed was amateur at best. It was sticky, sweaty, and hot. Jak also loved every moment of it. Sure Dax lacked Tess’s level of finesse, and Jak himself lacked any finesse whatsoever, but simply for the fact of who he was with—his loudmouthed, bucktoothed, witty, sarcastic, redheaded best friend ever—the green-blonde wouldn’t trade the experience for all the expert sex in the world. He stroked Daxter’s wiry, sleekly muscled legs and lower back as his lips and tongue lapped and sucked wherever Dax went first on Jak’s own body; a grown-up version of follow the leader.
Jak’s first inkling that he wasn’t going to last long came along with the rather desperate hands that cupped the shapely curve of his ass and squeezed. Jak made a muffled gasp of something—protest or encouragement, he couldn’t tell. He struggled for breath, trying not to buck his hips and jostle Dax, who seemed to be remembering his enthusiasm for one-upping Jak and was trying his talents at deep-throating. Then a petite hand ghosted up Jak’s spine, feather light, and ended in his hair, gently petting. The racer let Daxter’s erection slide out of his mouth as he moaned softly and closed his eyes, head resting on the redhead’s leg.
“Dax, stop. Please. I’m not going to—I can’t last any more!” One hand trembled on Daxter’s belly, while the other clenched the covers with white knuckles.
“Good,” Tess whispered in his ear, speaking for Daxter as she curled up along Jak’s back and slid an arm around him. “You don’t need to. Just relax and let go. We have all night.”
Daxter hummed an assent around his mouthful.
With the soothing words, Jak gave up. He grabbed Daxter’s shaft, still slick with saliva, and stroked as rhythmically as he could while mentally degenerating to a shaking, softly moaning mess. Seconds later he was coming, a spasmodic twitch of his wrist as he did dragging the redhead along with him. Daxter tried to yowl in surprise and pleasure, and ended up with Jak’s come all over half his face. Neither of them minded too much.
“Oh, Precursors…” Jak panted with his eyes closed, dimly aware of Tess’s hand tracing his damp chest and her lips on the back of his neck. Mmm. That was nice.
Dax was the first to sit up. He grabbed a loose corner of the blanket and wiped off his face with minimal complaining. “Yer one heck of a shot, Jak, I’ll give ya that.”
“Hm. It’s your fault for always opening your mouth at the wrong time.”
“Hey!” Daxter swatted at him good-naturedly before scooting closer. “So? How was it?”
Jak gave his friend a slightly dazed thumbs up. “I don’t have a lot to compare to, but that was pretty amazing.”
Daxter puffed with pride and offered Jak his fist. “You weren’t bad yourself, hotrod. Fist bump!”
Tess giggled as they did, clearly enjoying Jak as her new teddy bear. “You two are so silly. It’s cute.”
“Cute, huh? Why, yes, we are! Cute and hot and all that jazz. And you, my sexy, sexy baby doll, are due fer a little attention.” Smirking, Daxter crawled around Jak to Tess’s other side.
“Oooh!” the blonde squealed happily as Jak rolled over, too. “I can’t wait!”
Jak looked from Tess, to Tess’s gently heaving boobs, to Daxter, ears perked inquisitively. The impulse to cuddle up and sleep was rapidly diminishing in favor of what fun lay ahead. Could he help pleasure Tess? Would Dax mind if he did?
Catching his eye, Daxter grinned and nodded. “Get over here, Jakkie-boy. Lesson three is how ta treat a lady.”
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(2nd)AN: Now to work on the epilogue for All That Glitters, and ponder another chapter of Sparkle and Shine! And then work on this some more. And then work on Keep Talking. And then… - - - - - -
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