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All That Glitters	By : sillyneko345 Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 7252 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the game this story is based on (Jak and Daxter). I make no money from writing this.

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AN: Who needs these things, anyway?! Let's just skip the author's note again.

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Tainted_Emerald: You just review wherever and however you like. It makes me very happy that you take the time to comment so nicely, and that you do so on both sites is just above and beyond. Thank you, as always. *hugs* And yeah, poor Dax got a little scare and had to retaliate. Everything should go a bit better now, though, at least on the relationship front. I’ll try to keep updating pretty quickly.

Kaybrianna: Thank you! I’m not sure how many it will come out to be yet. A few more, at the very least. We’re hardly even into the “plot” part of the story yet.

Kuromei: Haha, yeah, Dax does have a way of expressing what he wants—and doesn’t want, whether he can talk or not. Thanks for the nice comments!

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Characters: All belong to Naughty Dog. Unfortunately.

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     Jak could hardly believe his luck when Daxter crept slowly in. He tried to stay still in the water and appear unconcerned, but it was hard. He had thought the redhead would have already been making tracks as far away from this room as he could, and here the little guy was stepping cautiously inside and letting the door creak shut behind him. The gods were merciful after all.
     Dax looked carefully this way and that as he checked out the unknown washroom, ears flicking curiously as he took it all in. His bare toes twitched on the cool, smooth rock of the floor, making Jak smile as he watched out of the corner of his eye.
     “What’s up, Dax? Decided to come keep me company?”
     Daxter was already occupied lifting the lid off a straw basket in the corner, the one that contained all the dried flowers and herbs. However, Jak’s voice did seem to catch his wandering attention. Looking almost sheepish he abandoned the basket, trotted over to the tub, and without further ado took a seat on the floor next to it.
     “I’m honored by your visit, noble sir.” Jak grinned widely as Daxter gave him a playfully threatening glare. “Especially since I doubt you need another bath already. You made it look like someone tried to drown you once today.”
     With a vague hand motion the redhead waved the comment off. It seemed he wasn’t too concerned. In fact, it only took a moment for him to scoot over to the rim of the sunken, floor-level tub and put his feet in the lukewarm water.
     Jak was warmed by the gesture. Dax wanted to be near him. Maybe not quite in the way that the prince had been hoping he would, but it was still something.
     With a pang he suddenly wished that it could have always been like this. One little hiccup of fate, and Daxter might have been born into one of the noble families loyal to Damas. He and Jak could have grown up together—running, playing, sharing baths; the best of friends. No one would object to a little juvenile romance between them then. Daxter dressed to the nines and contentedly paddling his feet in Jak’s bath water could have been a completely ordinary occurrence.
     Jak forcefully shook off a sense of melancholy for what never was as the redhead began to swish his submerged feet a little harder, flicking water droplets into the air and making tiny waves that rippled across the surface of the pool. “Better watch it. You’ll get your nice clothes wet.”
     Daxter’s long ears slicked back and he gave the green-blonde a slightly bucktoothed smirk that toed the line of mischievous and bordered on downright evil.   Sliding forward even further and bracing his hands on the lip of the bath, he began to kick in earnest. The white cotton pants that came down to just past mid-calf were immediately drenched. So was his fancy satin tunic, and Jak, and most of the surrounding area.
       “Hey!” Jak yelled, unable to keep from laughing even as he raised an arm to block the soapy water from finding his eyes. “Okay, okay, I get it! You don’t like playing dress up.”
     Grinning even wider, Daxter shifted slightly and aimed his kicks so that Jak was directly in his line of splash. Jak found himself shaking soaked hair out of his face and spitting out one of the dried flowers that had been floating around, now gone soggy. He didn’t even need to think about his response. In the spirit of pure play he shot out a hand, grabbed his opponent by one boney ankle, and hauled him bodily straight into the pool.
     Daxter slid off the slippery rim of the tub easily, despite a sudden panicked squeak and his hands clawing futilely for purchase. He hit the water mostly on his back and immediately went under in a flurry of bubbles, but was back up coughing and sputtering indignantly in moments.
     Jak practically howled. His friend looked like a half drowned kitten, fiery hair plastered down in his eyes and courtesan’s attire even more sopping than it had been barely a minute before. The light, airy clothing now clung to his thin form like a second skin. Which was actually quite provocative, and—
     “Whoa! I thought we got past the hitting part!”
     Dax had lunged for him in retaliation. Jak surged to his feet from the underwater step he had been sitting on to meet the attack, but not quite quick enough. The redhead made an awkward jump, got his arms around Jak’s neck, and managed to topple him over into the water. The splash was rather epic. So was the all out battle that followed.
     Within just a few minutes the floor of the washroom was running with overflow from the tub as the two rolled, tackled, splashed, and dunked like overgrown children who had no fear of a good hiding when it was all over. Jak made sure to keep it gentle, simply for the sake that he was so much heftier than Daxter, but he didn’t hold back too much. He didn’t have to. Dax wasn’t giving him a moment’s pause to regroup. He had found the prince’s ticklish spot; his stomach, just above the hipbones.
     “Okay, okay, truce! Truce!” Jak tried to sink down in the water to get away, gulping a mouthful in his panicked hilarity.
     It was clear that a truce was the last thing on Daxter’s mind. He tickled fiendishly, splashing the cooling water everywhere, until Jak finally couldn’t take it any longer. He seized the redhead’s hands and nearly lifted their smaller owner out of the bath by them. Jak grinned triumphantly down at his dripping, wriggling opponent.
     “Tough luck, Dax. Don’t be mad when you lose if you turn down the truce!”
     Big blue eyes gazed imploringly up at him. A “pity me!” whine from his defeated adversary suddenly made the prince falter. Uh-oh. He was holding the little guy captive again, this time without even meaning to. The playful mood was pretty well broken. Quickly Jak let go of his hands, leaving Daxter to stand on his own no more than a step or two away.
     “Um… okay then. I guess it’s a tie after all.”
     Daxter didn’t take the indirect invitation to draw back. They stood that way for a long moment in the waist deep water of the big tub, simply regarding each other, Dax looking up and Jak looking down. Then, the redhead took a small, sloshing step forward. Another. Until he was able, with many nervous glances up to be sure of Jak’s reaction, to tentatively put his arms around the prince’s bare waist.
     Too stunned to react, Jak didn’t move a muscle. It seemed to reassure the other. Sighing quietly, he leaned fully against Jak and settled his head against a strong chest as if he belonged there. Thin but sure arms gave the green-blonde a little squeeze as a freckled cheek slid a little on wet muscle.
     What the hell is this? Jak wondered, completely amazed. This sudden behavior was the polar opposite of what had been shown by the redhead so far that night. He can’t still be trying to make up for biting me. Is he afraid he’ll be punished somehow if he leaves and doesn’t do this? Or… maybe…
     Very slowly he lowered his arms and wrapped them around the smaller slave’s damp shoulders. Daxter relaxed even more. Giving Jak a little smile, he began to gently trace his fingertips over the prince’s lower back. Jak shivered. That was it, right there, said more clearly than words ever could.
     It was like being invited to pet a tiger and wanting to do it, but not wanting to get your arm bitten off. Right now Daxter wished to return his advances, maybe had from the beginning, but only if he had a say so in the matter. Only if it was equal between them. If he felt safe, and could back out at any time if he didn’t feel alright about it. Jak could understand that well enough. Taking a leap of faith wasn’t the same as being shoved off the cliff.
     The more I tried to push him the more he pushed me away, Jak realized. Maybe all he needed all along was to feel like he had the choice. Since I let him go earlier, maybe he’s confident I will again if he doesn’t like anything that happens. He finally trusts me!
     “Hey, Dax. Do you like me?” He whispered it right next to one delicate long ear, and it twitched upwards in surprise.
     Daxter blinked up at him for a moment, startled, before swiftly turning his head and pointedly looking elsewhere. A scowl of mock annoyance hid nothing. He was blushing brightly.
     “I hope you know, that is most definitely a yes.”
     Daxter gasped quietly, eyes going big and uncertain for just a moment when Jak reached to cup his chin and tilt his face up. He got over it quickly though. In moments he was rising slightly onto his toes to meet the kiss Jak offered.
     Despite the fact that it was much drippier than he had anticipated, gathering the redhead up firm against him and kissing him breathless was every bit as enjoyable as Jak had imagined it would be. Daxter made the cutest little squeaky-whimpery noises in his throat, squirming against Jak but by no means trying to get away. The prince had to smile as he petted wet red hair and let his other hand wander over the back of Daxter’s neck.
     It looked like the little guy didn’t have much experience with the whole kissing thing, if any at all. Jak was glad of that. He had caught random soldiers eyeing his friend with more than passing interest on more than one occasion. Daxter’s flaming hair and pale, freckle-kissed skin stood out like a flare in the blue sky among the darkly tanned population of Spargus. He was small and exotic, like a little bird. Had he been female, Jak didn’t have any doubts Dax would be considerably less than innocent by now, like it or not.
     “Just take it slow, Dax,” he murmured. “No rush.”
     The suggestion seemed to help. Daxter’s hands stopped fidgeting at Jak’s waist and he relaxed a little more, slowing the press of their mouths from hurried pecks to more leisurely smooches. For his part, Jak tried his best to coax rather than command. His tongue didn’t so much demand access to an uncertain mouth as it politely, if a bit teasingly, asked permission by lapping at Daxter’s bottom lip. Entrance was immediately approved, and now that Dax was with him in this Jak had no further concerns about being bitten. Life was good.
     Tongue kissing was obviously a brand new thing for the slave. The soft noises he continued to make, now eager and increasingly needy, still held a definite note of wonder. If Jak hadn’t been trying to convince the redhead’s tongue to return the gesture and come on a little play date into his own mouth, he would have smiled. If Dax liked kissing this way so much he could sure oblige. He pulled his smaller friend closer, letting his arms drift down a narrow back, still petting and stroking.
     The decorated belt around Daxter’s waist was annoying Jak before he even realized he was trying to get it undone. He tugged absently at the length of jangling trinkets and sodden cotton as he finally forced himself to pull away from the redhead’s mouth, earning a breathy huff of confusion and not a little displeasure from the kiss-ee. Before true outrage could set in the problem was solved, Jak kissing his way from the base of one sensitive long ear to the flickering tip with an accompaniment of stifled giggles.
     “Yeah, that’s right. Like that, don’t you?”
     It was a silly question that he obviously knew the answer to, whispered teasingly against a smooth jaw. More smothered, unsteady laughter was the only response. Jak hummed happily as Daxter’s hands came up to gently touch his ears in turn. He moved down his friend’s pale neck, nibbling as he went until he reached the gold collar.
     Damn stupid useless piece of junk, Jak groused to himself, and skipped over the restrictive strip of metal. Oh, well. It wouldn't deter him from pulling the top of Daxter's tunic down and nipping playfully at the ensuing exposed collarbone. The action earned him a startled hiccup and hands spasmodically clenching on his ears as the redhead pressed up against him even further.
     Then the green-blonde stopped short. He had to. Because with every pleasured wriggle Dax was unconsciously rubbing up on him harder, and Jak's body was taking notice. So, suddenly, was Daxter. He blinked curiously when the attention being lavished on his neck abruptly ceased, no doubt wondering what was holding things up. Then his eyes narrowed in puzzlement, and quickly darted down between them to where the damning evidence of Jak’s enjoyment lurked just beneath a thin layer of bubbles on the water.
     “Uh…” Jak nervously cleared his throat.
     You’re cute. We were kissing. Now I’m horny. Sorry about that. Well, there really was no graceful way to explain the predicament. He was blushing slightly when Daxter did the unexpected. Still looking more curious than scared or angry, the slave reached out a hand and lowered it to the water.
     “Hey, whoa!”
     Jak stepped away quickly, very nearly slipping and falling backwards into the bath. Damn it, he was not that strong! Heated kisses were one thing. Heavy petting without the barriers of clothing, at least on his part, was another matter entirely. If Daxter touched him like that now there was no way to be absolutely sure that he could hold himself back from going further, whether the redhead wanted it or not. He was only human, after all.
     “You just… stay right there.”
     Rather painfully, Jak left his friend and forced himself to slog back to his underwater steps on the opposite side of the pool. He sank down on the second-to-bottom step with a barely stifled groan. A little distance and a minute to calm down was what they needed in this case, and—that quiet splashing did not bode well. The prince glanced up. His worst fears were confirmed at once.
     Daxter was stalking after him, ears laid back and a frown on his face as he made his way purposefully through the water. Yep, the little guy was pissed at being abandoned. He came to a stop in front of Jak, fiddling absently with the trailing tail of his oversized belt. Jak kept his eyes fixed firmly straight ahead. With him sitting down and Dax on his feet he could keep his gaze trained right in the center of the redhead’s chest, and not have to risk seeing…
     A quiet whine made him look up despite himself. Oh, no. There it was, just what he didn’t want to see at the moment. Dax had a little pout going on, his lower lip poked out a bit in a characteristic “you left me!” look. Vaguely hurt puppy eyes wouldn’t quite meet the green-blonde’s own.
     This time Jak really did groan. “Half an hour ago you were ready to murder me to keep me away from you, and now you’re offended that I’m trying to leave you alone. Great.”
     Daxter just shrugged. He didn’t look a bit sorry. That was then and this was now. Obviously he didn’t go out of his way to pre-plan his emotions at any given time, so why should he be apologetic over any apparent mood swings?
     “Look, it’s not like I wanted to stop. Hell, to be perfectly honest I’d like to strip you naked and sit you in my lap right about now. But if I let you touch me I don’t think I’d be able to stop later if you asked me to. It might get out of control and freak you out again. You should be flattered I’m being so considerate.”
     The redhead snorted, far from amused and less than flattered. He crossed his arms over his chest, annoyed and defensive. Clearly going forward in their recent activities had been just as much his idea as Jak’s. Therefore, Jak should shut the hell up and let them get back to business.
     “So you’re sure you want to keep going.”
     A definitive nod.
     “What exactly do you want to do?”
     In answer Daxter reached out once more. Fingers trailed gently but surely from Jak’s shoulder down his glistening chest, while a pointed look was given to what currently lay out of sight below the water line. Let me look. Let me touch. Let me make sure it won’t hurt me.
     Jak quirked a brow at the bold request. “And if I let you do what you want to me, will you let me do something to you back? Fair is fair.”
     This time the look on the redhead’s face was considerably less sure. But, Jak was right. Fair was fair. With a little gulp Dax nodded. Reciprocation would be permitted without any attempted maiming.
     Grinning like a desert cat with a bird in its paws was unavoidable. So Jak did. He sat back farther on the stair, spreading his arms and, more importantly, legs wide to give the smaller boy access. “Alright then. Be my guest.”
     A little more composed, Daxter quickly stepped up to take charge. With many suspicious glances to make absolutely sure Jak was really going to stay still and let him look, he placed his hands on the prince’s much broader shoulders. Jak shivered anew as long fingers wandered back down his chest. Even though he hadn’t spent a lot of time thinking about scenarios between them with the redhead leading, this wasn’t bad at all. In fact it was quite nice. Considerably more than nice. Especially when that voyaging hand dipped under the water at last.
     “Mmm…” Jak made a very pleased sound as finally, with only a little hesitation, long fingers trailed along his hidden erection.
     The inner conflict was apparent on the redhead’s expressive face. His ears twitched to and fro almost spastically, alternating from perky curious to laid back wariness to sideways flattened embarrassment and back all over again. Jak just tried his best to keep a smile hidden as he watched his friend’s freckled cheeks grow ever redder.
    Despite the awkwardness he was apparently feeling, though, it was obvious Dax was a little frustrated that he still couldn’t see what he was touching. With his free hand he unsuccessfully tried to skim the bubbles off the top of the water to get a clearer view of what lay beneath. When that failed, he stopped palming Jak and pushed at the green-blonde’s arm impatiently. Get out of the water, dummy.
     “Oh, you want me to sit higher? Okay.” He really would never jerk anyone else’s chain like this, but Daxter was just so much fun to tease. Jak moved backward and up one step, spreading his legs more. The very tip of his length now showed above the water, almost taunting as it moved slightly back and forth with the little waves they were making. “Is that enough?”
     The double barreled glare immediately shot his way had Jak laughing as he hoisted himself up past the top step to sit on the very rim of the pool. So Dax wanted to get down to business. Alright. He could accept that readily. Sitting back, he reopened his legs expectantly.
     Daxter was nearly gawking when he finally got a good, long, unobstructed look at Jak in all his glory. It was almost laughable—except that the slave looked borderline awed, creeping in closer once again. Jak’s modesty failed him entirely and he couldn’t help but feel pleased. But he also couldn’t help but wonder why Dax still looked so curiously puzzled along with being impressed. Jak wasn’t huge, by any means. He wasn’t too big or too small. Nicely proportional, as he had always thought himself. He liked it that way. There was no reason Daxter should be so fascinated with his body.
     The green-blonde smiled, confused but gently amused, as his friend reached out once more. Fierce fondness kept him from trying to rush things, despite more than one part of him twitching with eagerness to be touched. “I don’t know why you’re so amazed. I’m exactly the same as you.”
     Dax glanced up at him, ears flicking as he processed the comment. Then a grin spread across his face. That grin said clearly “oh, if only you knew!” and puzzled Jak to no end. For a split second he wondered—and then his mind blissfully went blank. Suddenly there wasn’t much more worth thinking about than the warm, slippery hand wrapped around him.
     “Just… like… that,” he murmured quietly.
     The redhead didn’t need any more encouragement. As soon as it was established that what he was doing was acceptable to Jak, he turned his full attention to driving the prince up the wall with suppressed want. Unintentionally, of course.
     Jak braced himself, hands planted firmly on the lip of the tub to either side, and watched. It was intriguing how Daxter went about learning him, handling his length firmly but carefully. More than anything the slave now resembled a curious child encountering an unfamiliar denizen of the small animal kingdom; paw it, stroke it, pet it, bat at it. Gently and then more roughly.
     Jak took breath after deep, calming breath and fought to keep movement of his hips to slow, steady rolls over sharp bucks. Even though it was unlikely that he might inadvertently spook his friend he didn’t want to take any chances, especially when Dax was so clearly enthralled by the cause-and-effect he was experimenting with. Kneeling on the steps in front of him, Dax was utterly intent as he played and observed.
     This is so much better. So much better than if—
     He couldn’t even finish the slightly muzzy thought. Daxter had never knelt before him in his life. Jak had never really wanted him to. But now there he was, on his knees of his own free will, giving the green-blonde one of the best (if one of the least experienced) hand-jobs he had ever received. This wasn’t about domination, obligation or ownership. They were friends, willingly giving and accepting. The thought brought forth the immediate need for more focused stimulation.
     Daxter squeaked in initial annoyance when Jak’s hand landed over his own, wrapping around the redhead’s and encouraging him to pump faster, harder. When he looked up, however, Jak’s rather beseeching gaze seemed to make his case for him. Dax sighed theatrically and rolled his eyes to the marbled ceiling. Point made. He might not be that experienced, but at least he knew very well what Jak was wordlessly asking for. Smiling, he tightened his hand.
     When Jak came it was almost funny. He thrust into Daxter’s hand so hard he lost his balance with a sharp gasp and slipped off the edge of the bath, landing flat on his backside on the top step with an unexpected splash. The redhead let out a pinched squeak of laughter even as he swished his hand through the water to rinse off what little sticky release he had managed to catch before Jak slipped.
     “Okay, yeah.” The prince grinned back as he caught his breath, an odd mixture of cocky and foolish. “I guess that was pretty ignoble, huh?”
     Dax snickered in return, flicking the excess water on his hand at Jak. He looked flustered but pleased, cheeks a light pink as he and the green-blonde regarded one another, almost nose to nose now that Jak had moved back down into the bath a little. It would have taken a much more internally disciplined man than Jak was to resist the temptation. He surged forward, grabbing his smaller friend up in a tight bear hug and lifting them both up off the steps. A quick kiss was delivered to the tip of the startled redhead’s nose.
     “My turn.”
     For a moment Daxter looked utterly petrified. He went rigid in Jak’s arms, his hands flying up to brace against a broad, muscled chest and keep Jak from pulling them flush together. The larger boy chuckled teasingly, not giving up trying to pull his prey closer.
     “What’s wrong, Dax? Did you forget I get a turn, too?”
     Jak thought that seemed pretty unlikely. How could someone forget a raging hard on? And Daxter was just as aroused as Jak himself had been a few moments ago; he had felt that readily enough when he first pulled them close. Actually he felt that Dax had shown impressive willpower, not pausing to touch himself even once as he explored Jak’s body. It was high time for the little guy to get some relief of his own.
     “Come on, now. I can’t believe you don’t want me to take care of this.” The prince took one arm from around the redhead to reach sneakily down between them. Daxter gasped sharply and went up on his tiptoes, obviously unprepared for the gentle squeeze. Not surprisingly the thin, sodden cotton of his baggy pants did nothing to dampen the effects of such a touch. “I think I’m done with the bath. Let’s go to bed, Dax.”
     For half a beat there was silence. Then thin arms were going around Jak’s neck and a high, miserable whine of undisguised fright was muffled against his wet chest. He might have already agreed to it, but apparently facing up to the deal was still scary. It seemed the slave’s bravery fled the scene as soon as he lost complete control of the situation. Jak hugged him comfortingly as he sniffled, taking his hand away from the other boy’s crotch at once.
     “Hey, hey! Calm down, buddy. I’m not gonna hurt you, remember? I absolutely promise. I just want to make you feel good too, alright? You’ve got to trust me, here.”
     It took a few minutes for the petting and soothing to work their magic and leave Dax relatively calm once more. In that time, Jak became more determined than ever to make this work. Enjoyment of sex with others was a life skill. It would be downright inhumane if he didn’t do his best to help Daxter past his apparent fear of it!
     Very slowly Jak began to kiss at the redhead’s neck again. He took his time working to hike up the wet shirt as unhappy whimpers were eventually replaced by little coos the more involved Dax allowed himself to be. When at last he offered to tug the clinging garment up and off completely Daxter nodded somewhat dazedly, even raising his arms to help as Jak pulled it gently over his head and exposed new, as yet untouched, territory. From there it was simple to skate slick fingers up thin sides, rub the rough pads of his thumbs over sensitive nipples.
     “It gets better than that,” Jak promised slyly as the slave squeaked and twitched violently under his hands. “Imagine touching yourself. Now imagine it feels even better.” To punctuate the point he bent and ran his tongue over the flesh he had been rubbing at, then went all out with an open-mouthed kiss there while his free hand continued to roll and lightly pinch the other small nub.
     As predicted, Daxter almost instantly became softly panting putty in his friend’s hands. Under the water, lean hips tried to buck up against Jak’s own for the first time.
     Imminent victory was sweet. Jak felt as if every bedroom romp he had ever been part of had been but preparation leading up to that very moment. All of the wide-eyed and curious escapades of his younger days in the barracks with highly amused soldiers of both sexes now seemed mere training of a different sort. That horribly embarrassing and ill-advised time when he had tried to cozy up to Torn and been knocked half way across the training grounds by the infuriated commander—rendered entirely worth it if he could be here now with Dax.
     Finally Jak felt it was time. Finding the redhead’s belt trailing through the water he walked his hands up the length of it until he came to the tie. He pulled Daxter ever closer, reeling him in like a squirmy little fish, and… paused. Blue eyes immediately fluttered open from half mast and fixed on the prince. Why had he stopped?
     Jak held perfectly still, smiling, meeting the slightly worried stare. “Alright, Dax. End of the line. Do you really want to do this? Yes or no.”
     Daxter’s eyes widened. Obviously he hadn’t expected to have his permission asked for twice. He shuffled a little, rubbing his own arms as the skin began to chill and goose bumps prickled, needy but nervous under Jak’s gaze. He huffed unhappily.
     Steadfast, Jak didn’t move or speak. He had almost made a very bad mistake earlier, one that he would not be repeating. If this was going to happen between them tonight it would be with one hundred and one percent of the redhead’s willing participation and consent. He was bound and determined that Daxter would never have any reason to doubt his affection and respect again. Better to double check now than regret it later.
     At last, after much uncertainty and shifting from foot to foot, Daxter swallowed audibly. Looking back up at Jak he nodded definitively, then raised himself back up on tiptoe in a wordless request. Yes, he was sure. More. More kisses, more touches. More of what felt good and reassured at the same time. Jak, for his part, was more than happy to provide. Even with the impediment of the water it took only seconds for him to undo the belt.
     “Step up, okay?”
     Getting wet pants off while still in the bath was a little more challenging. Before long they were both snickering somewhat crazily. The redhead almost slipped getting out of the first leg, and Jak just managed to catch him under the arms and haul him upright again before he went under the water.
     “I would have thought for sure you’d know how to take your own pants off without falling down by now.”
     The teasing comment earned Jak a splash right in the face.
   “Okay, that’s it. Get out of my tub!”
    It was incredibly easy to grab the squirming, giggling slave and haul him right out of the pool. They only paused for a moment, dripping all over the already soaking tiles, for Jak to help steady Daxter as he wormed out of those ridiculously baggy harem pants. This time the operation went much smoother.
     I have to keep him laughing, Jak realized as he carefully kept his friend from slipping. Keep it all about the fun. Can’t let him think too hard about what’s going on and get all nervous again.
     He didn’t waste a moment when the pants hit the floor in a soggy pile. Scooping Daxter back into his arms before he had a chance to resist Jak made straight back into the bedroom with his slightly drippy prize. Privately he basked in the fact that he was able to carry Dax, another male, so effortlessly. Jak might have been strong and skilled but he wasn’t bigger or taller than very many other men that he knew. Next to the tiny redhead he sometimes felt huge, in a good way.
     The moment they hit the bed, dampening the valuable hand woven blankets with still-wet hair and glistening skin, Daxter began to breathe faster. His ears fell, his eyes began to dart—sure signs of rapidly creeping upset. Picking up on the body language immediately, Jak moved back to give him a little space. Comfortingly he petted a hand down that swiftly rising and falling chest. Hmm. There had to be something he could do, some gesture he could extend, to keep the little guy at ease.
     “Ah, hey, I got it. How’s this?”
     With Daxter looking on curiously Jak laid down; not on top of the redhead in any way, but on his side directly next to him. Once again they were nearly nose to nose. Tucking one arm under his head as a sort of makeshift pillow, Jak reached out to lightly trace Daxter’s arm with his free hand.
     “See? Just one hand, and I’m not pinning you down at all. If you really, really don’t like something, you can get up. Alright?”
     After carefully examining the situation for a moment or two Daxter offered a satisfied nod and even moved a little closer. He had relaxed considerably, and this time the green-blonde hoped he would stay that way. Not that he necessarily minded taking repeated breaks to reassure his friend, but they weren’t exactly getting very far. Jak laughed quietly, changing the direction of his hand to stoke down Dax’s ticklish side.
     “You know… if somebody wasn’t being a total firecracker of nerves tonight we could have been past the hard part and tried three different positions by now. Nice job, Dax.”
     The hilariously affronted look he got was well worth the hard smack to the shoulder that came fast in its wake. With a playful growl Jak looped his arm around Daxter’s waist and pulled him firmly into another deep kiss. Enough of that silliness and back to business.
     Still aroused from their play in the bath, Dax was painfully easy to bring to the edge. In minutes he was writhing against Jak, grabbing handfuls of emerald-golden hair and panting into a strong neck as he tried to get as close to the good stuff as possible. Jak himself enjoyed every moment of it, every twist of the smaller body against his own, every desperate little sound. He kept his hand cupped between Daxter’s legs, letting the inexperienced redhead move whichever way he liked best. Finally, though…
     “Hey, Dax. You ready?”
     The hands in his hair tightened briefly.
     “You trust me?”
     Daxter nodded frantically in the affirmative, eyes tightly closed as he continued to move and concentrated on getting just that little bit further. Then Jak took his hand away. The slave’s eyes snapped open again as Jak withdrew, staring at him pleadingly. He had a damn good reason, though. Wiping his slick palm quickly on the mattress Jak moved—downward. He slipped lower until he could take slim, shifting hips in his hands to steady them as he leaned forward.
     “You might want to hold onto something.”
     Too keyed up to question, Daxter heeded the warning and reached toward the headboard. He had barely snagged a plump, fluffy pillow when he threw his arms around it in an almost convulsive hug and buried his face in the soft fabric. A high whine met Jak’s ears as he tasted the redhead for the first time.
     Aww, that’s sweet. It made Jak smile as best he could around the hard length in his mouth. Had Daxter been able to vocalize properly, the prince didn’t doubt that he would have gotten a scream out of him by now. He hadn’t consciously wished that his friend could talk in years, but now that it occurred to him again he did wish he could hear the little guy wail his name. Ah, well. I can still tell he loves it. That’s good enough.
     Only an idiot wouldn’t have known that Daxter was enjoying himself. The redhead was making small hiccupping sounds that were muffled by the pillow he was tightly curled around. Each time Jak did something just right he would jerk almost painfully, as much as Jak’s tight hold on him would allow, burrowing his face further into the feather-stuffed cushion as if he could barely handle the sensations. Toes curled, back arched, ears flicked continuously, skin burned and prickled with sweat.
     Oh, yeah. I am doing a damn fine job.
     It was the happiest and most contented kind of smug that Jak had ever felt. He pulled away slightly just to tease, stroking his tongue over the head of Daxter’s shaft while gently rubbing at the sensitive skin that had been pulled back. Huh. The people where Dax came from must not like to tamper a lot down there.
     Wait a second. Maybe that’s why he acted so weird when he saw me. If he’s never seen anybody cut before then I guess I would look different to him, and he would be pretty confused.
     It made Jak want to chuckle. Instead he leaned back in and redoubled his efforts, going so far as to slip a hand between the redhead’s legs to firmly cup his rear and pull Dax forward to meet his mouth. Apparently it was the final grain that tipped the teetering scale. Daxter’s breathing ramped up until he was gasping like someone being chased by the biggest, ugliest, killer metal head the wastelands had to offer. He went rigid just before he suddenly stopped breathing altogether.
     Jak couldn’t say he had driven anyone completely breathless before. He hummed delightedly, completely forgetting to care about the implications of a prince swallowing for a slave. He and Dax together were just that good.
     Daxter slowly uncurled, breathing still fast and shallow. Jak licked at the corner of his mouth and looked up in time to catch one wary blue eye as the redhead’s impossibly flushed face finally began to emerge from the pillow his upper body was still wrapped around. Jak smiled.
     “Good?”
     Daxter looked down at him like he was abso-friggin’-lutely nuts. His vibrant hair was mussed in a million different directions and his ears dropped in borderline exhaustion. Yes, it had been good.
     Resisting the urge to drop an “I told you so” Jak lightly kissed his way upward. Dax giggled faintly as his stomach and chest were decorated with affectionate little pecks and relaxed back into the soft blankets, possessively hugging the pillow he seemed to have adopted as his own. Jak was more than willing to let him have it. The redhead cooed softly, sounding almost dazed, as Jak finally placed a kiss on his forehead and pulled them together as well as he could with the pillow still between them.
     “Don’t fall asleep yet, Dax. That was only the first part. You ready for the real fun stuff?”
     The slave was blatantly shocked at the insinuation that there could be more. He stared at Jak in unabashed disbelief as the green-blonde tugged away his pillow and rolled them so he was propped on his arms, looking down at Daxter. Jak grinned. The night was young, and who was he to waste it?

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To be continued…

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(2^nd)AN: No, you can’t get mad at me for censoring the hell out of this chapter. Yes, you can go read it at my other account on adultfanfiction dot net. No, I don’t encourage younger readers to do this. Yes, there will be a few more chapters and yes, there is a little bit more plot to this sorry excuse for a story.

Outtake time!

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Jak: (thinking) Aww, it’s so cute that he’s so curious about me down there.

Dax: (thinking) Alright, gotta make absolutely sure we’re not dealin’ with anything contagious down here…

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Jak: What’s the matter, Dax? Did you forget I get a turn, too?

Dax: *squirms* //No, but I was sure hopin’ you forgot!//

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Jak: So was it good?

Dax: //Well, I suppose it wasn’t too terrible. Looks like yer not totally useless after all. I guess I might keep ya around awhile longer.// *smiles cutely*

Jak: You’re so damn adorable! *glomp*

Dax: //Ah, the “sweet, innocent, loyal slave” act. Gets ‘em every time.//

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