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

Chapter List
- 1-Ch. 1
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Ch. 7
- 8-Ch. 8
- 9-Ch. 9
- 10-Ch. 10
- 11-Ch. 11
- 12-Ch. 12
- 13-Ch. 13
- 14-Ch. 14
- 15-Ch. 15
- 16-Ch. 16
- 17-Ch. 17
- 18-Ch. 18
- 19-Ch. 19
- 20-Ch. 20
- 21-Ch. 21
- 22-Ch. 22
- 23-Ch. 23
- 24-Ch. 24
- 25-Ch. 25
- 26-Ch. 26
- 27-Ch. 27
- 28-Ch. 28
- 29-Ch. 29
- 30-Ch. 30
- 31-Ch. 31
- 32-Ch. 32
- 33-Ch. 33
- 34-Ch. 34
- 35-Ch. 35
- 36-ch. 36
- 37-ch. 37
- 27
- 28
- 29
AN: Thanks for your patience, everyone. Updates should come along as normal now.
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Kuromei: Better safe than sorry! They must be forever wary, like ninja, lol. Thanks again for reading!
Donalgraeme: At least one of them’s already thinking about a touchdown, I promise ;)
CrabRangoonMonster: Those two. I know how you feel! And Erol would certainly have no shortage of volunteers to kick his ass eight ways from Wednesday if he touched Daxter now…
Angie: I think Dax miiiight be beginning to realize just how screwed he is!
DC: Jak must forever and always up the ante, and Dax must not let himself be outdone! Glad you liked the chapter.
Lily: Glad to have been able to meet your Jak ‘n Dax needs! Thanks for reading :)
GMB: So glad you liked it!
Rye-chan: Sorry for the wait. I’m going to try to get the next chapter done in a more timely manner.
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Characters: Belong to Naughty Dog, Inc.
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They met no one on the way back to the dorm, for which Daxter was grateful. He tripped lightly into Jak as they walked down the nearly deserted sidewalks, ghosting in and out of patches of streetlamp light, knocking elbows and bumping arms until the blonde finally figured out it wasn’t accidental and began to return the teasing touches.
What he really wanted to do was grab Jak’s hand, but nearly deserted sidewalk at two in the morning or not, that was still pretty romantic. He held himself in check.
By the time they reached the dorm he was pressed so close they could barely climb the steps out front without stumbling into each other. He backed off slightly as they crossed the lobby and navigated their way upstairs, just in case they ran into any late-night residents, but when Jak stopped in the empty hallway to unlock their door Daxter leaned heavily against him once more.
“If you really did want me to carry you home you should have said so,” Jak joked as he stepped in and turned on the lamp on his desk.
“Ah, shaddup.” Dax kicked the door shut behind him and immediately moved to wrap his arms around the quarterback from behind. “D’you have any idea how hot you are?”
Jak squirmed in surprise, trying to look back over his shoulder. “What?”
“You heard me. Yer hotter than any guy has a right ta be an’ if you think we’re done here you got another thing comin’, pal.” He loosened his grip enough for his roommate to turn to face him, only to latch on again and pull Jak down for a searing kiss. “Clothes. Lose ‘em.”
For a moment it looked like Jak might protest. Then his duffel bag hit the floor with a decisive thump. His arms went around Daxter in return, hands landing unerringly on the seat of his jeans to pull him closer.
Dax resisted the urge to grin into their kiss. Sweet, sweet victory.
Clothes came off in record time, coats and shoes hitting the floor haphazardly in the very real struggle to move from one side of the tiny room to the other without anybody’s tongue leaving anybody else’s mouth. By the time they crash-landed on the bottom bunk Daxter’s coat had nearly taken down the lamp and Jak’s navy blue boxers hung precariously off the corner of the ferret condo.
Jak was, rather unsurprisingly, rock hard as Daxter undulated against him on top of the covers.
“Sheesh, pal, I know I’m hella sexy, but this case of redwood’s kinda ridiculous,” he snarked smugly, reaching down to palm the eager length. “An’ you seriously thought you were gonna be able ta sleep with this?”
The green-blonde groaned something that sounded sort of like “your fault” and bit a freckled shoulder.
The mock roughness sent electricity up his spine. It wasn’t often he got Jak so riled up. Dax shivered, hands gripping fistfuls of his fake jock’s tresses, and savored being desired. It was a heady feeling.
“What do you want?” Jak breathed hotly against his collarbone.
“What do you want?” he countered, hands lingering as they trailed down a strong back. “I already got my present.”
It was barely considered for a second. “You.”
A rush of butterflies accompanied the soft, simple statement. Affection bloomed, tight and hot, behind the redhead’s ribs. What could he do to show Jak how great he was, how awesome the night had already been?
Hey… hey, yeah… we could do that. Jak’d like that. We’d just need lube, right…? Dazedly Daxter managed to persuade his hands off the impressive back muscles they were mapping and reach the underside of the top bunk, the default hiding place for the lube bottle. It was right where it usually was, tucked into the crevice between mattress and frame for easy access.
The bottle fell from fumbling fingers and hit him between the eyes. “Ow!”
Jak snorted his way through a laugh. “Shhh. Have some consideration for our neighbors.”
“Oh, yeah, can’t disrupt Razer’s beauty sleep.” Disgruntled, Dax rubbed at the sore spot before trying to salvage the sexiness of the moment. Rolling over with as much grace and allure as he could muster, he cast his best come-hither look back at his jock. “So? That lube givin’ ya any ideas?”
Ears slanted, bottle in hand, Jak considered the question like it had shown up on an essay exam. “Uh. Well, you kind of need to roll back over.”
“Nah, Jakkie-babe, gotta think outside the box.” Locking gazes with his friend, he lifted his butt to what he hoped was the ideal angle for maximum sexiness. “How ‘bout now? Any ideas yet?”
Jak’s eyes, already lust-darkened, widened until all Daxter could see was deep, stormy blue—a storm he wasn’t at all afraid of, for a change. He squeaked, more surprised than alarmed, as strong hands on his hips pulled him into place and the fronts of Jak’s thighs met the backs of his own.
“Shhh. I got you.”
It was hard to be shushed when the voice doing the shushing was wavering, too. It got harder when the hands on his hips shifted, petting down the insides of his thighs instead, and the redhead trembled outright when fingertips trailed the sensitive curve of his ass. He pushed back into them, biting his lip to keep a moan at bay when Jak reflexively squeezed.
We’re really doing this. Totally doing this. Really doing this. The thought ran circles through his head as cold lube dribbling into territory hitherto unexplored made him suck in a breath.
“Is this okay?” Jak asked, voice low and rough.
“Yeah.” He buried his flaming face in the pillow, hugging the cushion with both arms. It wasn’t like he was scared; people had anal sex all the time, and he’d watched enough porn lately to fully adjust to the idea; but it was embarrassing to have Jak doing all that looking and touching and—
He let out a strangled squeal into the pillow as the hot, blunt head of Jak’s erection slid against him, fitting neatly between his cheeks. He felt a moment of panic (Fingers, fingers yer supposed to use fingers first—!) before the intruder withdrew, only to slide against him again. And again.
Jak huffed a low groan as he gripped pale hips tighter and began a slow rhythm of thrusting.
Daxter chanced a peek back over his shoulder, one cheek lifting from the pillow. Jak was staring intently at the slick glide of his cock over the redhead’s entrance, which twitched instinctively with every pass now that the sensation was less strange and more pleasurable. Dax swallowed hard and arched his back, moving his hips to meet the thrusts.
“F-feels good. C’mon, Jak, fuck me.”
The reaction was instant. The quarterback growled and let go of Daxter’s hips.
“What the hell? Don’t stop, my butt’s totally into this!”
Before he could even finish his protest, Jak was prowling forward, his much bulkier frame easily pinning his smaller friend to the mattress from chest to knees. Strong arms curled under Daxter’s and wrapped around his chest, Jak’s chin tucking into the hollow between his neck and shoulder. And the part that Dax was most concerned about tucked thick and heavy between his thighs, the head pressing noticeably against the soft, tender spot behind his balls.
“Or this works too,” he stammered, flushed ears falling as his neck and shoulder were decorated with almost possessive nips and kisses.
Jak gave an experimental thrust and Daxter met the movement without thinking—back into the body above him, then forward into the mattress as best he could. He was wrapped up all around in the best possible way, Jak’s thighs clamped around the outsides of his own to squeeze them together on the slick, pulsing length between them, the quarterback’s arms immovable around his chest.
“Ah, ah, ah—!”
He was being too loud, Dax knew it, and yet he couldn’t seem to keep his mouth shut. He clutched the pillow in desperation, chewing on his bottom lip as every plunge of Jak’s hardness between his legs nailed his perineum and drove his own erection into the mattress for sweet, sweet friction.
Jak seemed to think it was pretty good too, if his harsh panting was anything to go by. His thrusts came harder, faster, until the far post of the bunk bed knocked audibly against the edge of his desk. The redhead was driven breathless in more ways than one; the unusual reminder that his fake jock’s strength was entirely not fake was enough to tip him over the edge with a little shout he wasn’t able to hold back.
Jak swore as Daxter’s climax clamped his legs rigid. He managed only a few more thrusts into the hard grip around his cock. “Shit, Dax, tight—!”
Dax squeaked as the arms around him tightened, Jak’s mouth met his shoulder in an almost bruising kiss, and his inner thighs were suddenly dripping with warmth.
Slowly, slowly they relaxed, the last tremors fading into a boneless exhaustion. They lay still, Dax slumped limply on the mattress and Jak slumped over him, for several minutes, the only sounds their panting breaths and a ferret rustling restlessly in his cage.
“Dude, I thought you were supposed to make sure yer little fur-slinky-child’s asleep when we do this stuff,” Daxter giggled weakly.
Jak raised himself on his arms with a groan. There was a slick sound as he pulled away, leaving goose bumps up the redhead’s skin as their combined warmth left with him. “I guess we woke him up.” He glanced down, looking inordinately guilty. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to be so rough.”
“Rough? Pal, that wasn’t rough, that was awesome. Ride ‘em cowboy!” Too tired to even roll out of the very pronounced wet spot, Daxter grinned and let his eyes drift closed. “What time is it?”
The green-blonde glanced at the clock on his desk and blanched. “You don’t even want to know.” He swung his legs out of the bunk and stood resolutely, finger-combing ineffectively at the wreck his hair had once more become. “Come on, let’s change the sheets and get some sleep.”
Daxter’s idea of helping to change the sheets involved rolling lazily this way and that as Jak tugged the corners loose. He lay helpfully still as the old sheet was used to wipe them both off before being balled up and launched into the laundry hamper to be dealt with when it wasn’t closer to dawn than midnight. A little more rolling as Jak fought the spare sheets onto the bunk and the process was complete.
“You are such a little brat ass, you know that?” Jak chuckled, carving out a space for himself alongside sprawling, freckled limbs.
“But’cha like it,” he accused through a huge yawn. With the last of his awareness he curled into Jak’s side, welcoming the arm that wrapped immediately around him.
Jak didn’t refute the accusation.
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At eight o’clock the next morning Jak was jarred awake by insistent pounding at the door.
“Wakey wakey, mate. Time to keep your end of the bargain!”
Phoenix. Jak groaned into his pillow. Of course the jackass would demand his promised answers first thing in the morning.
Oblivious to the noise Daxter slept on, a warm, supple, freckled frame sprawled beside him in the bunk.
“Come on, Jak-o, I know you’re still in there.”
“Go away, Phoenix,” Jak moaned. He just wanted to sleep! Sometimes he was jealous of Daxter’s ability to snore through anything but bass-drop thunder.
“Sorry. A deal’s a deal. I can stand here aaaall morning.”
He glared balefully at the door, willing the idiot on the other side to vanish. “If you had any kind of human decency you wouldn’t harass a guy before he even has pants on.”
“Oh, so you did go through with it!” The running back sounded delighted. “Well, out with it, man. You can’t say that and then not tell me.” The doorknob rattled cheekily.
The green-blonde levered himself up on his elbows and dragged a hand down his face in frustration. Phoenix was one of his best friends, but sometimes he wanted to sock the other guy in the nose. Like now. How did Razer live with that?
“Fine. Give me a minute. And be quiet before you wake up the whole damn hall.”
His legs were all tangled up with Daxter’s, but he managed to extract himself and slide out of bed without waking the redhead. He paused to pull the blanket up around his friend’s shoulders with a small smile. Poor guy must have been absolutely wrecked last night to stay unconscious through all this, deep sleeper or not. Obviously he needed the rest.
It took a minute to find his pants in the scatter from the night before, but they were finally found half kicked under the edge of the bed. Presentable on the basest of levels, Jak hesitated with one hand on the doorknob.
We can trust Phoenix, he reminded himself. He can be an idiot but we can trust him. With that in mind, he opened the door to his smug teammate. “Could this really not wait until lunch?”
“Not a chance.” Phoenix’s grin seemed to light up the hallway. “I can’t believe you actually pulled it off. Congratulations, mate.” He punched Jak’s bare shoulder teasingly. “So, let’s have it. Who did you woo?”
“Well… about that.” He stood awkwardly in the doorway, blocking the view inside.
Jet brows shot up. “You look inordinately guilty. This must be bad. Alright, is she someone I know?”
Despite his nerves, Jak had to hide a smile. “Might be.”
“Please, just tell me she’s not a cheerleader.”
“No, not a cheerleader.”
Phoenix breathed an overdone sigh of relief. “Oh, good. I hoped you were one of the few amongst us too smart to get entangled in drama of that caliber. But, hmm…” He absently reached back to adjust his hair tie, something Jak had noticed he did unconsciously when deep in thought. “This is hard. You don’t exactly have a large social circle to begin with, so if I know her… then Daxter definitely knows her… Your high school sweetheart didn’t come to town for the weekend?”
“No.” But that was definitely something Keira was capable of, if she wasn’t fully aware of him and Dax. And if she hadn’t told him in excruciating detail about the reservations she’d fought tooth and nail for at the fancy fondue restaurant in Kras to surprise Tess.
“Alright, I’m out of ideas. Fess up. And while you’re at it, tell me how you managed to convince Daxter to be scarce for the night. Poor bloke, that’s like kicking out the family puppy. Hate to think he’s sleeping on the lounge sofa.”
Jak actually did laugh at that. “Oh, he’s comfortable, I promise.” The suspense was getting horrible, and this was the perfect opener. It was now or never. Heaving a deep breath, hoping Dax wasn’t going to hate him for what he was about to do, he stepped aside and opened the door wider.
The running back shot him a look that morphed from confused to horrified in record time. “Oh shit, is she still here?! You wanker, why didn’t you say so? I’ll go—”
“Phoenix. I really doubt you’re going to believe what I’m about to tell you if you don’t, so just. Just look.”
After a wary pause, he did as he was told and peeked cautiously in.
Daxter was still sleeping peacefully, stretched across the bottom bunk as if he owned it, Jak’s comforter tucked snugly around him.
Phoenix blinked rapidly, obviously trying to compute the visual data against his expectations. “… that’s your bunk, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m jumping to an awful lot of conclusions here, mate,” he said slowly.
“An awful lot of them are probably right.”
Phoenix’s ears were twitching up and down like a nervous cat’s. He reached up and began to mess with his ponytail in earnest. “Oh. Well. Wow. That I was not expecting.”
Jak ran a hand down his red face, torn between laughter and apology. “Look. Let me get dressed and we can talk about this?”
“Talk. Yes. Talking is good.” It was heartening that, though undoubtedly dazed, Phoenix didn’t seem angry or disgusted. “And coffee? I think I may need a coffee…”
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Jak insisted on taking a shower. Leaving Daxter to his beauty rest, he washed up and met Phoenix in the dorm lobby. It was an easy agreement to walk the few blocks to the student center, where there was better coffee and, hopefully, more privacy.
“So, I want to make absolutely sure I’m clear on this,” Phoenix said after they had collected their drinks and found a secluded alcove of chairs on the second floor. “You. And Daxter. Our friend. Your roommate. You and he. Slept together last night.”
“We did the frick-frack,” Jak agreed, mostly straight-faced as he quoted one of Keira’s more eloquent euphemisms he was pretty sure she’d gleaned from tumblr.
Phoenix choked on his mocha latte. “And why did you have to break into the pool to accomplish that?” he sputtered, wiping coffee off his shirt.
Jak shrugged. “We didn’t, really. I just wanted to do something special for Dax for Valentine’s Day and letting him swim seemed like it would be good for him.”
“Good for him?”
“You know how weird he used to be about the showers? That apparently goes for locker rooms and pools, too. Doesn’t like to be undressed around people. He’s got a good reason, but it doesn’t do much to help him have fun.”
“Well, that’s… remarkably thoughtful of you, in that case.” Phoenix’s ears went up in sudden realization. “Wait. Last night wasn’t the first time for you two, was it? How long have you been…?”
“Since Thanksgiving. The night of the party at Lambda Iota Tau.”
“The night half our team swore they saw you snogging someone on the back deck! All be damned!” Phoenix laughed. “And here all along I thought they were just drunk off their arses. I was definitely not expecting that.” He shook his head, both amused and exasperated. “Though, now that all this comes out, I’m not sure how I never guessed. You and Daxter are the best friends I’ve ever seen. You never argue. You’re hardly ever apart. You do that weird thing where he practically knows what you’re thinking before you even talk. Of course you’re a couple.”
And there was that assumption again, the one everyone they told seemed to make. “We’re not actually dating per se,” Jak tried to explain, gesturing vaguely with his cup. “We’re more like friends with benefits, you know? Experimenting.”
“Really? Oh.” For some reason Phoenix almost seemed let down. “That’s surprising. But whatever floats your aircraft carriers, mate.”
Relief washed through the quarterback. “Thanks for being so cool about this. I owe you one.”
A jet black brow quirked. “Why would you owe me? I’ve not done anything at all.”
“You’re just taking this really well. Not every guy who just found out his quarterback is sleeping with another guy—”
The running back raised a hand, effectively cutting him off. “Stop right there, Jak. First, you shouldn’t have to thank me for being a decent person. You and Daxter are my friends. That would never change just because you two are doing the bunk bed tango. And second…” He looked momentarily conflicted, then soldiered on. “Second, what kind of man would I be if I judged you for sleeping with your roommate when I’ve been doing the same thing since September?”
Now it was Jak’s turn to double take. His coffee cup descended on the arm of the chair with a hard thunk and an alarming slosh before the obvious realization hit him—there was no way Phoenix was talking about Daxter.
He was talking about his own roommate.
“…Razer?”
“I feel that you should know, since you trusted me with your confidence,” Phoenix said generously. That didn’t stop his ears from slowly infusing red from the tips down. “So now we’re even.”
“Apparently.” For one brief, hallucinogenic moment Jak wondered who else on the football team might be fooling around with their roommates and whether or not their next team showers were going to be exponentially more awkward. “Damn.”
He shouldn’t be so surprised by this, should he? He knew that Razer was gay. Razer hit on everybody at least once. Of course he’d have tried with the attractive guy he was trapped in close quarters with. But. “Uh, if I can ask, what made you want to…?”
Phoenix flushed even more, looking sheepish. “Well, it’s a bit embarrassing, but… It seems Razer was rather taken with me from the start of the semester, and I was completely oblivious to it. When I finally stopped being so dense, he proposed I let him show me what he could offer.” He grinned slyly through his redness. “Turns out he can offer quite a lot.”
Jak blinked owlishly. “So you put up with Razer’s shit because he’s good in bed? Oh my god, everything suddenly makes so much sense.”
“No!” The running back slugged him on the bicep. “I put up with him because I—because he’s my—because I’m fond of the ass, damn it.”
“Okay, okay.” Jak rubbed his sore arm. “I know Razer can be a good guy or you wouldn’t deal with him. None of us would deal with him.” He knew he should let the conversation die, that they were knee deep in very awkward personal territory, but the curiosity was strong. “So, are you two actually together, or are you just experimenting too?”
Phoenix’s ears turned back as he looked out across the empty lounge area. “Well… last autumn it was just a fling. He got what he wanted, I expanded my horizons, everybody wins. But now here it is almost half a year later and…”
“Just ask him out,” Jak said simply. “Make an honest man out of him. And when you get drafted for the NFL he can be your trophy husband.”
Phoenix slumped in his chair, elbows braced on his knees, laughing disbelievingly into his hands. “Jak, I can’t—that’s not even—oh my god, he would make an excellent trophy husband wouldn’t he?”
“All the sports wives would be jealous.”
“They absolutely would.” Getting a hold of himself, the running back looked up, serious again. “Razer’s… it’s more complicated than that, mate. He wouldn’t want it known he was in a relationship with me. Bad history with that. Though we have done pretty well with keeping our involvement under wraps, except for that bloody Carlie—”
That brought Jak up short. “You mean that cheerleader who started that mess in the parking lot last fall? She knew?”
“She just suspected, and you saw yourself what became of that. So if you would, keep this all between us? And Daxter, I suppose, if he can keep quiet.”
“Yeah. Yeah, absolutely.” As he reached out to shake on it, the green-blonde felt the unfamiliar creep of dread.
He’d never really considered the possible consequences if his and Daxter’s arrangement was ever discovered by people outside their little circle, beyond minor embarrassment. But, as the incident the previous semester proved in retrospect, there were those who might take offense, even in this day and age. Even in the mostly open-minded environment of a college campus.
Razer had been strong and skilled enough to defend himself, and he’d still wound up in the hospital. What would happen to someone like Dax if somebody decided they had a problem with the way he looked at the quarterback?
His thoughts must have reflected through his expression; Phoenix’s voice, when it cut in, was determinedly cheerful.
“Come on, Jak-o, don’t worry about it. That was months ago! The crazy bird got thrown out, Razer healed up; all’s well that ends well, right?”
“Yeah, I guess. Still think she should have been expelled.”
Phoenix grinned around the rim of his cup as he finished off his coffee. “What I heard was she left on her own. Lost her cheering scholarship when she got cut from the program for bringing false accusations, and the university put her on general probation. Must not have been worth it to hang around. I’d feel sorry for her—except I don’t.”
“Amen.” Jak raised his own cup to polish it off when Phoenix spoke again, an impish glint in his eye and his tone.
“Well, enough of all the seriousness and on to more important matters! How far have you and Dax gone? Have you tried bottoming yet? It’s much more fun than porn would lead you to believe.”
Jak coughed hard on the last swig. “P-Phoenix!”
“What? I’m just saying, as your concerned friend with more experience than you in these matters, I’m here to offer you my invaluable advice and expertise.”
“Your bullshit, you mean.” Jak wiped vainly at the coffee in his goatee. “We haven’t even gotten that far yet! We might not ever get that far.”
Last night had been damn close, though. Much closer than they’d ever been to actual sex. He could feel his face and neck flush all over again as he remembered, in a rush, Daxter spread under him, trying so hard to keep quiet as Jak thrust against him.
“Well, when and if you two get around to it—” Phoenix’s hands landed on the quarterback’s shoulders with mock solemnity. “—go for the goal, captain! I’m behind you all the way!”
“… that’s it. I’m un-friending you.”
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“I thought we were clear on you not lookin’ when yer owner compromises my maidenly virtue, weasel face. You’ll burn yer innocent eyes.”
Killer dooked unconcernedly in response and Daxter grinned, poking the shifting lump tunneling inside the pillowcase.
When the ferret’s cranky let-me-out noises had woken him, he had done the logical thing and yelled at Jak to tend his pet. Only Jak was nowhere to be found. So he did the next logical thing and grudgingly rolled out of bed for as long as it took to open the cage. And then went straight back to bed.
Marauding weasels prowling the covers weren’t conducive to napping, however, so Dax resigned himself to wakefulness. He hoped Jak would come back with coffee. Or breakfast. Or an offer to take him to breakfast. Or something.
Thinking about the quarterback and their date—uh, activity the night before made the redhead congenial to the furry menace invading his space, and he let Killer wrestle with his hand as he waited for Jak to return.
Man. Blowjobs were kind of amazing, even if the jock performing them presumably had no prior experience. He hoped he could cash in that particular favor again sometime. And as for the other thing they’d done…
Daxter stretched hard and managed to snag Jak’s tablet off the corner of his desk. With Killer perched on the small of his back, he punched in the password (he’d known it since January) and did a lazy internet search for “thigh fuck.”
That was pretty intense, he thought as he browsed the results, pondering new vocabulary words like “intercrural” and “Princeton rub.” And it did feel real good. But I told him he could fuck me. Why’d he not?
Maybe he hadn’t been direct enough. Jak had a history of being kind of slow to pick up on hints. While Dax figured that a willingly presented ass was pretty obvious, it was entirely possible Jak wasn’t going to stick it to him without express verbal permission. Possibly written permission. Legally notarized with the signatures of two witnesses.
I guess maybe it’s a good thing we didn’t actually do it, though. He sighed, settling on a video link that didn’t look too likely to give his friend’s tablet a raging virus. The bigger guy’s hair was pure green, no fetching flow of Adonis gold, but he did have the football player build Dax was looking for.
Jak’s assets were pretty impressive. If he had actually tried to go through with the original plan last night there was a good chance the redhead would be in a world of sore this morning. Now that he was thinking rationally with the head that wasn’t between his legs, taking a test run with something not quite as big as Jak’s not-so-little friend might be a pretty good idea.
He bit his lip, grinding gently against the much abused mattress as the guys in the video did Princeton proud in an empty locker room. But what am I gonna use? Fingers ta start, sure, but that won’t cut it if I’m trainin’ up.
There was a small shop not far off campus…
Keys in the door had him jumping guiltily and bailing out of the internet tab before he registered that of course it had to be his roommate. “Hey, Jakkie-boy. Please tell me you brought coffee.”
Jak was empty-handed, though, and had the nerve to smirk about it. “Is someone getting spoiled?” He pulled off his boots, shucked his coat over the back of his chair, and dropped down on the edge of the bottom bunk.
“Only this sorry excuse fer a furry tube sock.” Dax grinned as Killer abandoned him to crawl on Jak instead. “If you weren’t fetching me goodies, where were ya? Didn’t think you had work until later today.”
“I don’t. Phoenix showed up earlier and we… we had coffee. And talked.”
Daxter was instantly wary. He knew Jak’s tones and inflections plenty well enough to figure out when something wasn’t right. “Why does that sound like a bad thing?”
“It’s nothing bad,” the green-blonde assured, gathering Killer into his lap and fidgeting his fingers through his pet’s coarse fur. “But… Can I ask you something?”
“Sure, I guess.”
“Did you know that Phoenix and Razer have sex? With each other?”
Dax blinked. “Whoa. They do, seriously? Like, confirmed? I knew it.”
“You did?”
Jak sounded so shocked he had to laugh. “Well, I mean, I didn’t know it know it, but I figured. Razer’s too sweet on him for ‘em not ta be. And Phoenix puts up with him like he actually enjoys bein’ with the asshole. And seriously, have you seen ‘em cuddle during movie night? Couple’a goobers.”
Jak sighed deeply, cheeks poofing out on the exhale. “Keira’s right. I have no social instincts.”
“We like ya anyway, fake jock.” The redhead rolled over and stretched playfully, the blanket slipping teasingly down his bare chest. He was still half hard from the video and his earlier musings. Maybe Jak would be up for an encore of last night. “So what brought on the revelations of our dear neighbors’ debauchery? Phoenix feel the overwhelming need ta confess his sins to the team leader?”
The quarterback managed to look amused and guilty at the same time. “Okay. Look. Don’t be mad. But Phoenix told me about Razer because… I told him about me and you.”
Daxter felt his chest cavity contract, all at once and very, very unpleasantly. “JAK!”
“No, no, shhh, don’t yell—”
Too late. “You idiot, how could you do that?!” he shrieked, pulling the pillow over his head. His face rapidly turned red as his hair. “Now he’ll tell Razer! He’ll tell everybody else! Now yer whole team’s gonna know I sucked yer—”
“No they will not. Stop being dramatic.” Killer tumbled across the bed as Jak grabbed the pillow and pulled it away. “Phoenix is not going to tell anyone anything about our private lives because Phoenix is a mature adult… most of the time… and he also asked us not to say anything about him and Razer. Which we won’t. So calm down.”
“Gaaah, this is so not cool,” Dax whined, face hidden in his arms instead. “Why’d you have to tell him in the first place?”
“Because he helped me get the pool keys from Sig’s office, but I had to promise that I’d tell him who I was trying to impress. I had to! It was the only way I could be sure Coach wouldn’t walk in on me going through his key cabinet.”
He peeked up at Jak with a pout. “I didn’t agree ta that.”
“No, you didn’t, and I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.”
Daxter uncurled a bit more. “Yeah? How?”
“However you want. Name it.” Jak had that earnest look on his face; he obviously meant it.
“… another BJ. And lunch that ain’t pizza. And you do the laundry by yourself.”
Jak laughed. “You drive a hard bargain. Okay, deal.” Smiling with relief that he wasn’t completely in the doghouse, he leaned down to seal the deal with a kiss. “Everything’s fine, so you can relax. I promise.”
Tch. I let him get away with too much, Dax grumbled to himself as he grudgingly kissed back.
But he supposed that’s what you did when you were in love.
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To be continued…
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Outtakes!
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Phoenix: Why would I judge you for screwing your roommate when I’ve been doing it for months?
Jak: (spews coffee) You’ve been screwing Daxter?!
Phoenix: No, you idiot, MY roommate! The snobby, prickly one!
Jak: Oh.
Phoenix: Though I wouldn’t turn down a piece of the redhead action if you two ever feel like branching out. Does he have freckles everywhere?
Jak: … *le punch!*
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Phoenix: So you two still haven’t had intercourse yet?
Jak: Please don’t talk like a middle school health textbook.
Phoenix: I’m just saying, feel free to ask me things. I have experience. Razer and I went all the way within a week.
Jak: Wow. You didn’t even make him take you to dinner? Standards, Phoenix.
Phoenix: Sod off, we eat out all the time!
Jak: I’m going to pretend that wasn’t a really obvious double meaning.
Phoenix: You have a seriously dirty mind. Standards, Jak.
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Dax: Jak, yer weasel’s staring at us again.
Jak: Ignore him. It’s fine.
Killer: //Sigh. Humans, while I am proud that you’ve finally started to mate properly, could you at least have the decency to do it when people aren’t trying to sleep? I think half the tunnels of the human colony just heard that awful banging.//
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Jak: That’s weird. Someone stuck a Post It note on our door.
Dax: What’s it say?
Jak: It says, “Congrats on the sex. Now shut the hell up. Smiley face, Torn.”
Dax: … let’s be louder next time.
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Dax: Obviously I gotta find a reasonable facsimile of a dick so I can use it to prepare for the real dick. But where?
Phoenix: (ears perk) My sexcapade senses are tingling! Field trip to the adult top shop!
Dax: Hell no, you are not invited.
Phoenix: I’m afraid it’s far too late for that. This will be a good bonding experience for us, Daxter, you'll see.
Dax: Someone. Please. Put me out of my misery before it’s too late.
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