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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
- 28
- 29
- 30
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Dani: Hey, good timing, yo.
M-Angel05: Jak will very possibly need an obvious bat to the helmet. Glad you like the outtakes!
Donalgraeme: The big event, indeed! I hope it will be up to par when it finally arrives. And Vin? Vin you say? Funny you say Vin…
Dennis Carrillo: The shame! The embarrassment! The arousal! Lol
MeekoMar: The jocks absolutely are the Convening of the Painfully, Socially Oblivious. They obviously need bi-weekly coffee meetings to discuss the general state of life and society. Also. Hang on to that cowboy idea. Spring break requires fun activities, after all…
ChromaPharm: Aww, thank you so much for the kind words! I’m glad you’re enjoying the story so much. It still has a ways to go, don’t worry.
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Characters: Belong to Naughty Dog, Inc.
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“So, Jak, what are your plans for spring break?”
The quarterback accepted another sheaf of papers from his coach. “Don’t really have any yet. Me and Daxter are going back to my uncle’s house for the week, but that’s about it.”
Typing cheerfully away at Sig’s office computer, Vin nodded. “Sometimes it’s nice to just decompress for a few days. You’ve all been working hard getting ready for midterms and finals aren’t that far off either.” Spinning a quick half circle in the computer chair, he faced the coach. “Almost done here, Sig.”
The big man paused to clap a hand on his shoulder. “Thanks, Rabbit. What’s the damage?”
The tech professor grinned at his old college nickname. Sig gave them to almost everyone. “Nearly nothing, now, but your power supply was almost fried. That must have been some surge.”
Sig huffed, pulling another drawer of files wide. “I’ve been tellin’ the board this place needs rewired for years. Think they listen? It’s like if I’m not talkin’ about football they pretend they can’t hear a word I’m sayin’.”
The coach’s office was in a state of semi-controlled chaos. The filing cabinets stood with drawers open, contents disgorged in piles and boxes labeled “shred” and “re-sort.” Jak had been drafted to help with the spring cleaning, carting boxes of shredables to the locked document disposal bin in the maintenance closet. His uniform polo was covered in bits of paper and file cabinet fuzz.
Sig glanced at his watch, blowing a dust bunny off the band. “Isn’t it time for you to get changed, chili pepper? Don’t want you to be late for your test.”
“Yeah, I guess I should.” Jak replaced the box he had hefted and brushed himself off. The midterm exam in question was actually in the Health and Wellness wing of the rec center, so he wasn’t likely to be late, but not having to rush in the locker room was always a plus. “Can you handle the rest of this, Coach?”
“Go on, I got this.” Preoccupied with the cabinet behind his desk, Sig waved him on. “Phoenix works this evening; I’ll have him pick up where you leave off.”
With a salute, the quarterback unclipped his walkie-talkie and headed out, the voices of his mentors echoing down the hall behind him.
“Sure you have enough keys in there, Sig?”
“In duplicate and triplicate. Been putting off re-sorting them, but it’s time. Don’t tell anybody, but I was sure I lost one of the pool keys last month…”
- // - // - // - // -
“Don’t you have somewhere ta be?” Daxter grumped, crossing his arms over his chest and slumping down in his seat as the bus bounced over a pothole.
Phoenix hummed contentedly beside him, what sounded suspiciously like bars from the anime he’d conned them into watching the evening before. “I have right here to be, of course.” He looked out the window at the blustery March drizzle. “Don’t you think it would be much more interesting if the buses around here were more… catlike?”
The redhead heaved a sigh. He was thinking about the anime. Nerd. “I mean somewhere else ta be? Somewhere that ain’t right here exactly where I’m at?”
“In a word: no.” The running back smirked and threw an arm around his shoulders. “Allow me to impart some advice, mate. When you make it blatantly obvious that you’re trying to ditch someone, it just makes them want to follow you more.”
He shrugged out from under the heavy arm with a pout. “Stalker.”
“Helper! Trust me, you don’t want to undertake this mission alone. Everyone needs a little guidance the first time they visit a place like this.”
Knowing he had lost the battle the moment Phoenix followed him onto the bus, Daxter finally gave up. He probably had been acting hella suspicious when he ran into his neighbor at the bus stop, but could he really be blamed for being a little jumpy? It wasn’t every day that someone finally worked up the nerve to go to the porn store.
In desperation he’d finally divulged his destination, hoping against hope that the jock would leave him alone to make his purchase in embarrassed solitude, but of course it had been in vain.
He guessed it shouldn’t really matter. Phoenix was one of the few people he would be willing to trust with anything personal, and he already knew about Daxter’s trysts with his teammate. He probably even had a point about being able to help; surely he knew about things like this if he and Razer had been involved for so long.
That didn’t make this any less embarrassing.
“So, what is it you’re looking for?” Phoenix asked conversationally. “Got anything in mind?”
Daxter could feel himself blushing, despite the lack of eavesdroppers on the mostly empty bus. “W-well, uh—I’ll know it when I see it, I guess.”
“Fair enough. You know, the first time I tagged along with Razer after I found out about his toy stash—”
Luckily the bus’s chime chose that moment to announce their stop, sparing Dax from thinking about Razer and sex toys in too much detail. They trundled to a stop in the mall parking lot, disembarked, and walked the three blocks to Pleasure Haven.
“Pleasure Haven: it’s our name and our business!” the marquee in the window announced cheerfully, the neon palm trees seeming to sway with the blinking of the light.
Daxter scoffed. “Does everything in this city gotta have Haven in the name? Pizza Haven. Pleasure Haven. Probably a baby store somewhere called Diaper Haven. It’s been done, people!”
As they came up the sidewalk the redhead’s nerves began to get the better of him. What if someone he knew saw him going in here? What if the employees laughed at whatever he decided to buy?
He was about to turn tail and call the whole thing off when Phoenix began to speak.
“Alright now, when we get in here we’ll probably need to show our IDs so they know we’re both legal. Sometimes they don’t depending on who’s working, but usually it happens. People also lift from places like this pretty frequently, so it’s store policy that backpacks and big handbags get left at the register.”
Okay, yeah. He was grudgingly glad the other guy had tailed him. It was reassuring to have company that knew what they were doing. He tried to mirror Phoenix’s casual confidence as they walked in. He was almost nineteen, a perfectly normal college student. This was totally acceptable.
The girl behind the counter looked up from her book as the bell above the door jangled. “Hi there. Can I see your IDs please?”
She looked nice enough, tattoos around her arms and blue-tipped red hair. A tiny Gemini symbol hung from the tip of one ear. Art department material if he ever saw it. Possibly theater.
Phoenix seemed familiar with her and smiled as they presented their cards, dropping their backpacks in front of the desk. “How’s the day?”
“Not too bad for a Tuesday. With spring break next week things get kind of quiet, but that just gives me time to stock.” She handed their IDs back and motioned them on. “Just let me know if you need help with anything.”
“Could you help convince my partner that those glow-in-the-dark condoms I liked are actually a great idea?” Phoenix grinned.
“Hey, I’ve seen your guy’s disapproval face. I’m a manager, not a miracle worker.”
Then they were leaving the entryway and the entirety of the novelty store spread out before them. Daxter’s ears were only a little red as they perked with curiosity.
He followed Phoenix through racks of lingerie that he studiously tried (and mostly failed) to not picture on the ladies of his acquaintance. They passed shelves of what he figured must be bachelor and bachelorette party favors covered in little cartoony boobs and penises. And at the back of the store were two open, well-lit rooms; movies and magazines on one side and, on the other, the objects of the redhead’s quest.
His mouth fell open. “…Wow. Now I’m super glad I didn’t buy anything online before comin’ here.”
“It’s definitely helpful to see things in person,” the running back said cheerfully. “So! What catches your fancy? Something that buzzes? Plugs? Rings? Beads? All of the above?”
Daxter’s blush intensified. “Whoa, dude, time out. I came here for one thing. Preferably that thing won’t be made of pink sparkles.”
“Of course not,” Phoenix agreed seriously. “Just about anything like that’s going to be made out of material that isn’t body safe. The last thing you want during sexy time is an allergic reaction to your toy.”
“That can seriously happen?”
“Of course it can. So always read the labels. Rule of thumb: if it’s cheap, it’s probably not all that safe, so don’t hesitate to spring for the good stuff. Silicone’s a good option. Oh, and while we’re on the topic, no cheap handcuffs, either.”
“Been there, unwillingly did that—handcuffs in general are a no.”
“I had almost forgotten about that. Can’t say I blame you. Well, any other kinks you’d care to explore?”
Like the proverbial skeleton in the closet, the thought of the cowboy hat buried at the bottom of his wardrobe came rushing back to haunt him. He’d snuck it into his bag when he and Jak left the farm at the end of winter break, but still hadn’t mustered the courage to let his roommate know he had it in his possession, let alone ask Jak to wear it. Blushing yet again, Daxter turned away without an answer to scan the shelves and racks.
He could jump the kink hurdle if they ever came to it.
Finding the right toy turned out to be a more painstaking process than he’d first imagined, but thankfully Phoenix occupied himself contentedly enough while the redhead searched for something that wasn’t too thick, too long, a weird color, or a weird material. An overwhelming majority of the selection was some variation of pink or purple (some of which actually did employ sparkles, to his disbelief). Most of the ones that weren’t seemed to take a hyper-realistic approach that was almost as bad on the weirdness scale.
Finally, though, just when he was starting to think that the perfect dildo didn’t exist, a flash of orange caught his attention. In one corner was a small collection of toys in bright colors, few of them pink.
He pulled the orange one down curiously. Its shape was similar to a real penis but not creepily so. It was a realistic size, too, somewhat smaller than Jak at full power. Silicone, not mystery gel. It even had a vibrate function, though he could always just opt to leave the batteries out. This was for training, after all, and to the best of his knowledge real penises didn’t vibrate.
Phoenix glanced up from contemplating the display model of a wireless vibrating egg. “Oh, found something you like?”
Daxter hugged the package protectively. “This works. Let’s go.”
“Go? Already? Nonsense. At the very least you still need lube that’s compatible with that toy’s material, and probably condoms for easy cleanup. I also suggest—”
Half an hour later, they finally checked out.
For the sake of economy Phoenix had decided to stock up on lube and condoms himself, plus one of the wireless vibrators. “A little gift for someone who’s been decently behaved lately,” he said, and smirked almost evilly.
Daxter prudently declined to inquire further.
As the manager began ringing him up he did his best not to fidget. “I guess if I said all that’s for a friend you wouldn’t believe me?” he asked, carefully trying to avoid eye contact while not looking like he was trying to avoid eye contact.
The woman laughed, scanning his hard-won toy and accessories with a cheerful beep. “Ha! If I had a buck for every time someone tried to feed me that excuse, I wouldn’t have to work here.”
The noise of shock and anguish Daxter made when she pressed the total button might have qualified for use in a horror movie soundtrack.
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“Aaaand… record.” Jak stepped out of the frame and looked around for his pet. “Okay, boy. Do something interesting.”
Killer instantly disappeared under the bunks.
“Sometimes I get the feeling you know exactly what I’m saying and are an obstinate little shit on purpose.” With a sigh he pulled off a sock, rolled it into a ball, and threw it on the rug.
Like a great white cruising in for the kill the ferret ran, tackled, and disappeared with his prey back into the depths. The camera captured all.
With Daxter missing in action, Jak had decided to use the time between classes to work on his tech project. If all went according to plan, the website he was building for Vin’s class would feature a live ferret feed along with the research and pet care tips he was collecting on the species. He just had to make sure Killer was active enough to make such a thing work first. For the maiden run of his experiment he had propped his tablet on top of the dresser, blending innocuously with the coffee cups and piles of books, webcam set to record ferret activity during his next class.
He checked the frame again. There was a good view of the desk, ferret condo and bottom bunk from the corner where the tablet sat; all the favorite hunting grounds in view. All he had to do now was text Dax a warning that there was a trial in progress and a ferret running free, just in case the redhead made it back to their room before he did.
Jak was reaching for his phone when it began to ring the Indiana Jones theme. He grabbed it with a smile. “Hey, Uncle. Kind of early where you are, isn’t it?”
//“A spot of breakfast tea and a Fijian sunrise; marvelous way to start the day, my boy!”// It was easy to picture the old explorer at the window of a grass hut, probably in his nightshirt, watching the sun peek over incoming waves. //“But enough about me. I called to see how your exams are coming along.”//
“Oh, they’re fine. I took the one for exercise science this morning.” Jak plopped into his desk chair and spun lazily. “Nothing too strenuous. I’m looking forward to the break.”
//“Yes, I’m sure you are. But… listen, my boy. About your spring break. I’m afraid I won’t be able to—”//
“Uncle, you promised you’d be home this week!” Jak moaned, dropping his face into his hand. He knew the inevitable apology speech by heart. Now why hadn’t he seen it coming?
//“I know, Jak, and I’m sorry. It seems the chieftain has taken quite a liking to us, and we’ve been invited on a foot expedition to the interior! It’s the chance of a lifetime!”//
He rubbed his forehead tiredly. “Didn’t you say this is the place where the population was all cannibals until a hundred years ago? Are you going to get cannibalized? Because if some guy eats you I’m pretty sure Samos isn’t going to keep Croc until I get home for the summer. He sent me an email yesterday in all caps ranting about how my damn dog keeps burying shoes in his greenhouse orchid beds.”
//“In order: Fijian cannibalism is firmly in the past; ergo, I shall not be cannibalized; ergo, Samos shall not be put upon to mind your dog for very much longer. And also confound Hagai’s orchids, I’m bringing him at least six new Fijian specimens! Does he ever stop to think how hard it is to get live plants through customs? It’s difficult even for me, and I have connections.”//
Jak sighed. He should have been used to it by now—Uncle had been an exceptionally loving but largely absent guardian for most of his young life. Before Samos’s days of dog-sitting Croc, he had been babysitting Jak almost constantly. “Just be careful, alright? No stingray wounds, no malaria, no cannibals.”
//“You have my solemn word, none of the above. Now, on to more pleasant matters. I’ve arranged a little treat to make up for not being back in time. Since I doubted very much you want to sit around an empty house all week, I took the liberty of booking you and Daxter a flight to Sandover. You did say your last exam was Friday, yes?”//
“…Friday?” Jak blinked stupidly, still trying to mentally process what he’d been told. “Uh, yeah! My last one’s Friday morning. Are you sure—?”
//“Of course I am. Some sun and relaxation will do you two good. A shame that Keira’s spring break and yours aren’t in sync; I’d have loved for her to go with you.//
By this point Jak was doing a silent victory dance around the room. Killer watched with fascination as he spiked a pillow. A real vacation, at their summer home, with Daxter? Score!
//“I’ll email you the ticket confirmations today,”// Uncle continued obliviously. //“And I’d like to send you a little extra money to help with meals and such. Just let me know if you need anything else.”//
“Don’t worry, we’ll be fine. We’ll even clean the house for you when we get there,” Jak assured, maturely pacing the room in his excitement. “I know you like to let your friends stay there too sometimes.”
//“Good lad. Well, I must be getting dressed. Have a good afternoon, my boy. Good luck on your exams, say hello to the bucktoothed menace for me, and I’ll speak to you soon.”//
“Okay. You have a great day too, Uncle. You’re the best!”
When he hung up, Jak’s first instinct was to text Daxter and whoop about their awesome luck. The redhead had never seen the ocean before, or been on a plane before, or taken a real vacation before. They were going to have an amazing spring break!
Halfway through the text, though, he had a better idea.
On his way back from class he would run to the store. What better way to announce that they were going to the beach for spring break than to shower his roommate in a surprise haul of sunglasses and beach towels when he got home? Erasing the text with a grin, Jak gathered his backpack and left for class, head full of plans.
The tablet camera filmed silently as the door clicked shut.
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“I can’t believe I just spent half this week’s budget at the porn store.”
Daxter clutched his backpack dazedly as he and Phoenix stepped off the bus a block from Praxis Hall. Inside, safely wrapped in the generic paper bag, were his purchases.
“Don’t think of it as blowing your paycheck; think of it as an investment. An investment in stress relief.” As usual, Phoenix seemed all too cheerful. He handed over his own bag as they approached the front of the dorm. “Do me a favor, would you, and hold onto this for me until this evening? I need to get going if I want to me in time for my shift.”
“Yeah, sure. Knowing those goodies are just chillin’ in yer work locker would be far too distracting for ya.” He took the bag with a grin. “Come over when you get off. Me an’ Jak should both be home.”
Phoenix jogged away with a salute and a word of thanks, leaving the redhead to return to the dorm alone. That was fine by Dax. Like any boy with new toys, he was itching to tear everything open for a better look.
Through the lobby, a trip on the elevator, down the hall as if he weren’t carrying contraband. So far so good. As he unlocked the door, though, Killer dooked out to meet him, twining around his sneakers in the hallway.
“Whoa! Get back in there! Back back back—” He scooped the ferret up and dashed into the room, exponentially glad that no one had happened to be passing through the hall. “Sheesh, weasel, you want an eviction notice? Why didn’t Jak tell me he left ya loose?” They had a ferret alert texting system that almost never failed. The quarterback must have been super preoccupied with his next class to forget.
Speaking of. Dax glanced at the clock. He must have just missed passing his roommate in front of the dorms, if Jak had left for class on time. That meant he had at least an hour with the room all to himself. Score! Quickly dropping Phoenix’s bag next to his desk, he unzipped his backpack and wasted no time in dumping his own purchases all over the bottom bunk.
The condoms, toy cleaner, and bottle of silicone-safe lube he set aside. Then one by one he pulled the other items out of their packages: rubber rings with various textures, a purple silicone plug with a gradual, manageable-looking taper, and his chosen orange vibrator-dildo-thingie. The last he pawed over most, intrigued with its shape and smoothness even as he felt his cheeks heating up at his own audacity.
So. Now that he had it. He should probably use it. Right?
He sent another quick look at the clock. He hadn’t been planning to jump on the thing half an hour after buying it, but he couldn’t deny the idea was a turn on and the timing was perfect. Even if he took his time, there was no way Jak would be back before he was finished.
Mind made up, he threw a towel on the bottom bunk and quickly began to strip. He had little choice but to do this in Jak’s bed—if he moved around too much up on the top bunk then entire structure would creak and shake to beat the band—but he would at least be considerate enough to keep it clean.
Daxter sat down nervously on the edge of the bed, staring at the foreign object in his hands. He swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and reclined slowly on the towel. In theory he knew how to do this. In practice… well, all the practice he’d had was one or two fingers awkwardly in the shower after his curiosity got the better of him and before he’d summoned the gumption to go buy the toy. So far he hadn’t been impressed, but that was what the lube and fancy dong were for, right?
That positive thought in mind, he uncapped the lube and set to work; first with one finger, then two, at first pulling a face at the cold, sloppy feeling before marveling at how much easier proper slickness made the proceedings. Maybe this wouldn’t be so hard after all.
When things seemed sufficiently looser and drippier, he grabbed the toy. It took only a moment to rip the condom packet open with his teeth and roll it onto the shaft. Another moment to add more lube and then he was tentatively pressing it in. Each nudge of cool silicone against his entrance relaxed the opening further, until a minute later, with a suddenness that wrung a startled squeak from his throat, the head slipped fully inside. Daxter froze awkwardly, wincing in discomfort.
Okay. It was in. He’d proven he could accommodate the thing without dying. Time to stop.
It seemed like such a waste to stop now, though, without having felt good at all. Those guys and girls in the vids who looked like they were enjoying this so much couldn’t all be faking. Besides, there would be movement if and when he did this with Jak. Might as well simulate the full experience. Tentatively he tugged at the toy, pulling it back minutely before sliding it in just a bit deeper than it had been before. It went more smoothly than he had anticipated.
The hard-on he’d had at the start of the proceedings was all but gone. Porn had lied. Unless… With his free hand Daxter reached down to stroke himself, aided by the plethora of extra lube. Hey now, that don’t feel half bad when I do it at the same time. So of course he repeated the motion, falling into a stilted rhythm of stroking and shallow thrusting.
The thought of how dumb he must look forced out a sudden, unsteady giggle. He was going to have to work on his technique a little bit if he wasn’t going to look like the biggest buttsex failure ever in front of the hottest fake jock ever.
If it was actually Jak instead ‘a this stupid toy it’d be better, though. It’ll be a lot better.
The thought of the green-blonde fanned a hint of pleasure from the odd feelings of fullness and pressure, and Daxter grabbed the idea and ran.
“Jak,” he breathed experimentally as he clenched around the mildly yielding material of the shaft inside him. Now that he had relaxed a bit it moved easier, and his uncertain arousal began to respond to the strange pleasure. “Jus’ like that, big guy,” he whispered under his breath, barely audible even to his own ears. “Slow an’ easy… take me slow…”
If he concentrated he could imagine the focus and intensity in Jak’s blue eyes. The fantasy coupled with the feel of something stretching and moving, however minutely, sent a jolt of warmth through him. The real Jak would know just what he was doing. He would take Daxter’s thighs in his big hands and spread them wide for more room to thrust—
He let out a strained whimper, closing his eyes tightly to better hang on to the fantasy as he pushed the toy deeper inside himself. He remembered the feel of Jak draped along his back the night of Valentine’s Day, lips and teeth and tongue electric on the back of his neck and shoulders, cock thick and molten hot as it pistoned between his slick thighs. His voice rough and pleasured as he muttered sweet nothings in flushed ears. His body so heavy and warm.
The redhead moaned as deeply as he dared, legs splaying open even further. The toy slid in to the base with surprising ease. Without thinking he withdrew it until only the tip was inside, only to push it home again. Fantasy Jak purred in approval as Daxter began to arch shallowly into the thrusts. His free hand found stiff nipples, pinched the tiny nubs stiffer before stroking down his chest and belly to fitfully palm his now fully hard cock.
“Please, Jak, more. Feels good,” he whined softly, almost completely lost to this waking dream of his own making. Struck with sudden inspiration, he pulled the toy free and quickly rolled over, burying his face in Jak’s soft pillow and lifting his ass in the air invitingly. Deeply inhaling the scent of jock and shampoo that imbued the pillow, he pressed the head of the shaft back to his slick entrance. “C’mon, pal, fuck me. I want ya ta fuck me!”
He was mewling quietly now, hips rolling steadily as he bucked back onto the toy. He had to contort a bit to keep it thrusting, one arm bent up behind him, but that was okay. It was more than worth the effort and the kink in his shoulder. His free hand slid underneath him to grip his aching cock, jerk it in time to the thrusting of the toy.
“Jak, Jak, Jak…!” Daxter whimpered shamelessly as he came, splattering his hand and the towel underneath, clinging to the mental image of the quarterback’s strong, fluidly thrusting body. He fell on his face in the pillow, still shakily moving the toy inside him until his oversensitive places demanded that he stop.
Slowly he rolled over, pulled out the toy for the last time with a slick squelch that should have been embarrassing, and stared unseeingly at the slats on the underside of the top bunk. His smile was a mile wide. “Whoa. Oh man… best budget wrecker ever!”
He couldn’t have hoped for better results. A whole new world of possibility lay open at his fingertips.
Killer popped up over the side of the bed with a curious chatter, but the redhead couldn’t even find the will to be annoyed. “Yeah, yeah. Weasels got no shame. Go chew on a baseboard while I clean up.”
Languidly he rolled out of bed and wiped down with the dry side of the towel. The toy was spritzed with cleaner and wiped down for next time (which he resolved to make soon). There was still half an hour to kill.
Could get dinner, he mused as he unhurriedly redressed. But Jak’ll be starvin’ when he gets back. Better wait. He grabbed the slightly sticky towel off the floor and was struck by sudden inspiration. Doing a load of laundry would take up that time perfectly while he waited.
Dax hid his toy and all its accessories in the bottom of his sock drawer and began to gather clothes, satisfied in full with life. It had been a productive afternoon indeed.
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When Jak returned to campus weighted down with spring break accompaniments and found his roommate still missing in action, he was somewhat put out. Then he spotted the redhead’s coat on the back of his desk chair. Dax was in the building, somewhere. He wouldn’t have to keep the secret for long.
With a sly grin, the quarterback slid off his own coat and unloaded his backpack, tucking the plastic shopping bags under his desk. “We’re going to have to figure out what to do with you while we’re gone,” he grumbled fondly a moment later, pulling Killer out of one of the bags by the scruff. “I really doubt Samos wants another one of my pets to babysit.”
With the ferret in the crook of his arm, Jak suddenly remembered his project. Eagerly, he crossed the small room and collected his tablet. Maybe there was enough ferret footage to work with while he waited for Daxter to come back.
The camera had stopped recording at the hour mark. He tapped the icon to begin playback, hoping for something good. He wasn’t disappointed. Three minutes in, the video revealed Killer scaling his chair, grabbing a Sharpie from the mug of pens on the desk, and tumbling down with a triumphant series of dooks and chatters.
Jak laughed as Killer chewed on his knuckles. “So I haven’t really been losing all my pens in class. You’re a dirty little thief and this is why we lock you up when we’re gone.”
He skipped ahead.
At the fifteen minute mark Killer zipped off the screen. The sound of the door opening came through the audio loud and clear, then a yelp and a slam before Daxter rushed into the frame, scolding, with the ferret hanging under his arm.
Damn, I forgot to text him that I left Killer out, Jak berated himself. That could have been bad if the fur-slinky had managed to slip by and make a run down the hall, especially if Dax hadn’t seen him going out.
He was about to skip ahead again, but the sight and sound of Daxter on the recording made him pause. It was no secret he enjoyed watching his cute, expressive friend, and the sight of the redhead pulling a shopping bag of his own from his backpack made Jak smile. Dax didn’t indulge in many goodies for himself; there had to be something good in that bag to make freckled ears perk up excitedly.
His back was mostly to the camera, blocking the view of whatever he had bought as he sat down on Jak’s bunk. The audio fed back rustling and crackling as the bag and presumably plastic packaging were pillaged. Jak chuckled at his friend’s eagerness. He’d have to ask Dax what cool thing he was so worked up about.
Again he made as if to move forward in the recording. Then Daxter shifted in the frame, bringing a brightly colored object into view with an air of expectation and curiosity, and the green-blonde froze.
His roommate was holding a sex toy.
As the Daxter on the screen regarded said object intently—twisting his palm over the blunt head, circling long fingers around the width of the shaft—Jak stumbled to his desk and sat down heavily. Killer slithered to the floor as he stared, uncomprehending, at his tablet.
Daxter had gotten himself a dildo. A dildo he had opened on camera. A camera he hadn’t so much as glanced at once. There was no way he had been aware that he was being recorded.
I need to stop watching this. The thought occurred, then winged away just as quickly. It wasn’t like Dax was actually using the toy, so what was the harm in—
The redhead suddenly stood up and strode off screen with an air of purpose. A moment later a bath towel flew in to land on the bottom bunk. Daxter reappeared, pulling off his shirt with a mechanical motion that was all business, but sparked the beginnings of heat in Jak’s gut all the same as that pale chest came into view and sunset hair fluffed back into place as the shirt collar was tugged away.
I really need to stop watching this.
And yet, even as his thumb hovered over the button that would delete the recording forever, he continued to watch. And as Daxter reclined in his bed and prepped himself for his new toy, a look of adorably sexy concentration on his face, Jak felt an absurd surge of pride.
Just months ago Dax had been legitimately afraid to masturbate in his own room with the lights off and the door locked. Now here he was, buying a sex toy and using it in broad daylight while his roommate was out for an hour. Jak wanted to fist bump him at the same time as he wanted to hug him.
Kiss him.
Fuck him.
Then the nonsensical mutters and quiet groans picked up by the audio in the quiet room became much clearer utterances of the quarterback’s name, and the spike of arousal was almost painful. Jak quickly saved the file and exited out of the video app.
“I am not a creeper,” he said aloud, almost desperately. “I’m not going to jerk off to this.” Even if the redhead seemed to be getting off just fine to thoughts of him, it wasn’t quite the same thing, and his moral compass wouldn’t quite swing that wide. Not without Daxter’s permission, anyway.
Still loosely hanging onto the tablet, Jak nudged at the bags under his desk with one foot. Maybe they needed to discuss more than just what was going on with spring break…
Luckily, Daxter’s keys jangled in the lock just a few minutes later, heralding the arrival of his friend and the laundry basket. “Hey, Jakkie-boy,” he said casually, toeing the door shut behind him. “We meet at last. How’s it goin’?”
“Oh, it’s… going,” he managed haltingly without making eye contact. “You?”
Daxter dropped the basket, stacked high with folded clothes, and raised a brow. “Uh-huh. That why yer so red?”
“I am not.” Lies. He could feel his ears and cheeks heat further at the resulting mischievous smirk.
“Tsk tsk, Jak. What have we been doing while our roommate was downstairs slaving over a hot washing machine? Weren’t you the one lecturing me about watching porn on my tablet?”
“… um.”
“Ha! I totally nailed it!” Dax crowed, obviously delighting in his friend’s embarrassment. “Okay, I gotta know, what were you watching? Lemme see, I promise I won’t laugh.”
With a start, Jak pulled the tablet out of reach. He needed time to prepare the explanation that would definitely be in order when he did spill the beans on his accidental recording. “No, wait—!”
Undeterred, if anything grinning even wider, Daxter crawled into his lap and leaned out to grab at the device held precariously over his head. “C’mon, Jak, you can trust me. Just a little peek?” He inched forward, bringing their groins flush together, and paused. “Huh?” Narrow hips rolled experimentally. “Oh, wow, it must’a been pretty good if yer still this riled up.” He breathed a hot little laugh against one red ear, followed by a teasing nip.
Jak shuddered, barely keeping the tablet out of grabbing range with one shaking arm. “Dax, please. We should… we need to… we have to talk about spring break!”
That, finally, gave the redhead pause. “Yeah? What about it?”
Taking a deep, grounding breath, Jak eased his friend back off the insistent bulge in his jeans. “I talked to my uncle this morning. Something came up.” Quickly, while his attacker was distracted, he dropped the tablet onto the desk and out of the spotlight.
The crestfallen look on Daxter’s face almost made him feel guilty. Or it would have if he hadn’t just been climbed like a tree. “What d’ya mean?”
“He can’t come home in time to meet us. Big filming opportunity in Fiji. So we won’t be going back to the farm this weekend.”
“But—then what’re we gonna do?” the redhead flailed. “They’re closin’ the dorms Friday night! I checked!”
Before he could work himself into too much of a panic, Jak held up a hand. Sliding Dax backward until he stood on his own feet again, the green-blonde reached under the desk and grabbed a bag. “Glad you asked. Take a look in there and see if you can guess.”
Daxter pawed through the bag, confusion plain on his face as he pulled out what was inside. Sunglasses. Flip-flops. A brightly colored beach towel. Blue swim trunks with little orange fish patterns. A bottle of sun block, SPF 50. “We’re… gonna go somewhere else?” he finally asked, wary hope in the tone of his voice and the slight upward perk of his ears.
Jak finally allowed himself to smile. “Remember that beach house I told you about?”
Blue eyes widened hugely. “No. Way.”
“Hell yeah, way. Our flight leaves Saturday morning. Uncle bought us the tickets. He says hi, by the way.”
“Really?” Daxter breathed, clutching the towel and sunglasses to his chest. “No shit?”
“Be prepared to get seaweed up your nose and sand in places you didn’t know you—whoa!” His chair almost fell backwards as Daxter landed back in his lap with a loud whoop of excitement. This time, much more in control of himself, Jak welcomed him with a laugh. “And I’ll even show you what I was watching when we get there.”
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To be continued.
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Outtakes!
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Vin: Reorganizing your keys, huh?
Sig: Yeah, it’s time. I thought for sure I lost the pool keys last month. Right around Valentines Day, it was.
Jak: *sweats nervously*
Sig: Hmmm. You look mighty guilty about somethin’ chili pepper. (looms threateningly) Something you wanna CONFESS?!
Jak: *microscopic screech of terror*
Sig: Ha, just kiddin’! You get to class now, ya little scamp.
Jak: (is literally nothing more than a dust cloud he absconds so fast)
Vin: If you wanted to scare the poor kid you could have just told him I rewired all the old security cameras, you know.
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Phoenix: Now Daxter, since you’re witnessing me purchasing this “gift” for my best mate Razer, I trust you to be mature if you suddenly notice him walking like a cat with tape stuck to its paws sometime in the coming days.
Dax: Turn around, run the other direction, delete the encounter from my mind and bleach all brain surfaces it touched? Got it.
Phoenix: I was shooting for not making crude remarks, but I guess that works too.
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Killer: //Ah, hello scrawny human! Welcome back! Let us spend time in one another’s company like a true business! …what are you doing? …those are very strange noises scrawny human. Are you ill? Are you dying? Should I bring you a sock ball?// (looks over mattress edge) //Oh, for the love of—! Big human isn’t even HERE! Mating fail, fail, fail, FAIL! That’s it, I’m through. Your species is obviously doomed to extinction.//
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Jak: This is so amazingly hot! I need to stop invading my best friend’s privacy, but… maybe… maybe he’ll say my name…
Video!Dax: *whimper* Ja… Ja… Damas!
Jak: (ten seconds of absolute silence) SKREEEEEEE~!!!
*mind explodes*
*world ends*
*singularity is created*
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