Pet | By : sillyneko345 Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 5457 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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AN: Still working! And spring break will help me with that, yes it will. - - - - - - Kuromei: Jak has this wonderful habit of tough justice! We’ll see if Dax is agreeable to his brand of pick-me-up. Grimreaperchibi: Busy is good! And sometimes Jak’s good judgment is a little lacking, as you can see. Things that he wants to work, just don’t. Combine that with Dax’s bad luck and… yeah. But he will do his best to make it up! Amaronith: Torn does deserve a sock in the nose, doesn’t he? Gloomie: I am continuing, don’t worry! Zesaya: Ottsel-fic makes my perverse little heart happy, too~! Nikki: Overprotective Jak is the best kind of Jak. *nod nod* - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The longer they walked, the more Jak’s anger cooled. The more his anger cooled, the more his guilt began to gnaw. “Dax…?” “Hmm?” The drowsing ottsel under his chin shifted. “Wazzat?” “I’m really sorry,” Jak began softly. “Leaving you alone outside was a terrible idea. I just didn’t think, you know? I figured nobody would mess with you right there in the open, and I’d be able to see you through the window anyway if anything went wrong. And I did, I guess, but it almost wasn’t soon enough.” “So what yer sayin’ is that you should’a dumped me off at the bar and let Tess babysit me after all.” Daxter’s tone wasn’t so much grouchy as it was self-deprecating. “No. I’m saying that we should have told Torn to shove his collar and leash. Some good the whole pet act did us in the end, huh? I think more people stopped to watch the fight than they did that time I ran over the KG patrol with the stolen zoomer.” “Well, yeah. Nobody gives two screws fer the KG. An adorable, fuzzy critter was at stake this time.” Jak could feel Daxter’s chuckle. The ottsel’s chin rested on his shoulder, a lean, orange arm slung around his neck. He held Dax to himself easily, one hand over the base of a bendy little spine and the other curled over his upper back. Daxter’s butter-colored belly fur pressed to Jak’s chest. It was a strange arrangement for them, but not an uncomfortable one. Daxter especially seemed on the verge of being lulled to sleep by the extra support and warmth of his friend’s arms. Jak began to pet his back absently, noticing the dirt in normally silky fur. Dax would probably want to wash as soon as they got back. For the moment, though, Daxter seemed to be unconcerned. In fact, he was nearly asleep again, purring against Jak’s shoulder as the stroking hand continued its ministrations, careful of his sore side. Jak had to smile. It was kind of nice to hold Daxter this way. His long, lanky body warmed Jak’s chest with its soft, furry weight, interrupted only by the slightly harder protrusion of a back paw poking the area of the hero’s upper stomach. Jak’s steps faltered as Daxter shifted against him and he clearly felt both back paws brush his sides. Much lower than he had thought… Experimentally Jak angled his hand and pressed against the base of the ottsel’s tail. No way. Daxter let out a quiet squeak as his pelvis was pressed against Jak’s hard front, and his purring became louder. Within moments his hips shifted, squirming against Jak. The hardness there was now more than obvious. Yes, way. “Uh, Dax…?” “Hmm?” The reply was obviously thrown back from the brink of sleep as Daxter nuzzled his shoulder. Then the ottsel stiffened in an entirely different way. His head shot up with a startled gasp as he jolted fully awake and realized exactly what was going on. Jak could feel his cheeks warming alarmingly. This had the potential to get awkward… - // - // - // - // - At that moment, Daxter hated the very Precursors. Not only had he once again been unable to protect himself and proven that he needed Jak to run to his rescue. Not only was he filthy, fur draggled wet and covered in sticky ice cream. Not only did his ribs feel like he’d been dropkicked the length of the gun course. No, apparently all that wasn’t enough; he also had to get a boner from rubbing up against his best friend’s washboard abs while Jak carried him though the city like a freaking toddler. Damn it to hell, his dick was already completely out of its sheath. It pressed hard against the cotton of Jak’s tunic, demanding he buck into the warm, soft material. And it wasn’t like he could avoid rubbing on it, either, not if he didn’t want to climb back up on Jak’s shoulder and have everyone walking down the sidewalk get an eyeful of ottsel cock in all its glory. Fan-friggin’-tastic. Daxter could feel his nose burning hot in embarrassment. He wanted to knock his head on something in frustration, but the only thing available was Jak’s hard shoulder. So he used it. “Dax?” “Sorry, Jak. Party foul. My bad.” He was glad he was looking over that shoulder, so he wouldn’t have to look Jak in the eye. Sure, the big guy had been nice enough to help him out a couple months ago, when Dax had felt so hard up he would have cheerfully humped the first stray poodle to cross his path, but that didn’t mean Jak wanted to be ground off on under normal circumstances. It was just pathetic. “Gimme a second, maybe I can calm it down an’ get back up on—” Jak’s big hand spread across his hindquarters and pressed. Daxter suppressed a squawk of shock as he was intentionally pushed against Jak’s middle. What the—?! “Um. Maybe you don’t need to calm down.” Jak cleared his throat, obviously embarrassed. The long ear bobbing alongside the ottsel’s field of vision was slowly turning crimson. “You think it would make you feel better if you… if we, uh… yeah?” Holy shit. Daxter’s eyes widened. “For real? Ya know I’m not in, ah—it’s not gonna kill me if we don’t, this time. It’s nothin’ that won’t go away if we get back and I can quit pressin’ up on ya. You still want to?” “I’m up for it if you are.” A blatant admission of interest, thinly veiled under poorly-acted nonchalance. All be damned. The ottsel swallowed thickly, claws pricking the fabric under his hands. And here he’d been going out of his way not to bring up what had happened when he was in season, lest he weird his friend out. So much for that. “You do want to, right?” It was strange for Jak to sound so uncertain. “It won’t be too weird for you if we do this out of your rut, will it? If it is, then I—” “No, no, pal, it’s fine. It’s fine.” Daxter voice softened to little more than a whisper as he slowly, slowly let himself relax against Jak again. His shrinking arousal picked up the memo from his brain that this was allowed, against all odds, and happily began to swell once more as his sheath was tugged up and down with every step Jak took. “Just, Jak?” “Yeah?” “If you were really, really cool with what we did that time at the bar, how come ya never talked about it after we left? Like, nothing? Nada?” “I thought it might make you uncomfortable. I was kind of the only option you had at the time, right? Your body pretty much forced you into sleeping with me and I didn’t know what your brain would have to say about it afterward.” Dax giggled weakly against Jak’s shoulder, fighting not to roll his hips. They were still in public, damn it. Very, very public. “I thought you didn’t mention it ‘cause I was just a pity fuck an’ you wanted to forget all about doin’ the nasty with an ottsel!” “It was not nasty,” came the mumbled reply, and Jak’s steps faltered again. “Hey, Dax? Aren’t we close to the bar?” Orange ears perked. He hadn’t noticed, for several reasons, but it was true. He’d had two years longer to learn the lay of Haven City than Jak had, so he was the duo’s official navigator. “Yer right, pal. Why?” “We’re going there, okay?” The green-blonde sounded almost sheepish. “We can hide out there for a while and it’s, uh, getting hard for me to walk.” “Oh, I just bet it’s getting hard!” Daxter laughed crazily into Jak’s neck, his tail switching in excitement and mirth. The day had just redeemed itself. “Shut up,” Jak growled as they changed direction at the next intersection and headed for the Hip Hog. “There’s no way I’m walking all the way to the Underground, and then into the Underground, with a hard-on, alright?” “Yeah, that’d be too much fer Tattooed Wonder’s brain ta handle. He’d ravish your fine, blonde bod in a fit of unbridled lust.” “Daxter!” “Yes?” he purred, swiping a lick at Jak’s neck. “Not until we’re inside, you little shit,” the hero hissed, shivering violently. “And not until you’ve had a bath.” He was agreeable to that. He didn’t want to pounce back into bed with his friend filthy. But he couldn’t resist a teasing jab at the situation. “Hey, you’re my master, right, Jak? Shouldn’t you be giving me a bath, since I’m yer little pet an’ all? You don’t want it ta get around that you’re a bad pet owner.” “Keep it up and I’ll wash you in the sink, where pets belong,” Jak threatened pointedly. It wasn’t until a second later that it seemed to dawn on both of them at once: Jak had, in fact, bathed Daxter in a sink before. A shudder ran up the ottsel’s spine and he pressed closer to Jak once again, not missing Jak’s own stilted groan at the memories. “Jak? Walk faster.” - // - // - // - // - Jak was exponentially grateful when Daxter did his best to behave himself for the remainder of the short walk. He was still rubbing and purring, but Jak was able to chill out enough that he wouldn’t embarrass himself when they ran into Tess—which happened sooner than he was anticipating. As they turned the last corner and came within eyesight of the bar, she stepped out the front door with a shopping bag over her arm. “Tessie, wait! Don’t lock up!” Daxter yelled as Jak broke into a jog. The blonde bartender looked up in surprise as they approached. “Daxxie, Jak! What are you two doing here this time of day?” She did a double take as the ottsel’s rumpled appearance became obvious. “What on earth happened to you, snookums? You’re filthy! And is that a leash?” “Oh, y’know. Just takin’ hits fer the good of the team, Tessie.” “Torn had us on an undercover mission that went bad,” Jak summarized tersely, holding Daxter to his chest in a bid to keep the ottsel’s state of excitement hidden from Tess. “I got the info, but there was a scene. Can we hide out here for a while?” Her eyes widened at the thought that the two of them could have renewed the ire of the KG, or even been followed. “Of course! Get in there, get in!” “Thanks, Tessy-babe,” Daxter said as she threw open the door again and shooed them inside. “Are you goin’ out?” “Yes, I’ve got the afternoon off. We’re not opening until six this evening. Will you two be alright here alone?” “We’ll be fine,” Jak assured a little uncomfortably as he stepped inside the saloon. “We’re just going to, uh… lay low. And Daxter needs a bath.” “Yep, need it like you wouldn’t believe.” Dax shifted in his arms, the hardness of his arousal pressing against Jak’s chest. “Okay. Be safe, you two. I’ll see you later, snookums!” She bent forward to land a kiss on Daxter’s nose, then ducked back out the door. The deadbolt clicked as she locked it from outside. Jak stood in the empty saloon. The mugs were all stacked. The chairs were still up. Shafts of afternoon sunshine filtered through the windows, highlighting dust motes in the lazy air. And he had a horny ottsel in his arms. “So, best-friend-with-official-benefits.” Daxter’s teasing voice broke that silence. He cheekily swung the slack of the leash in an arc. “About that bath…” - // - // - // - // - To be continued. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - (2nd)AN: Working working working working working working working working—mushroom mushroom! It’s official. I’m an idiot. - - - - -While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. 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