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Roll to Me	By : sillyneko345 Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 2797 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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
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- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
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Grimreaperchibi: Hopefully your brain isn’t too very twisted, ha-ha. Snarky Jak appreciates your support!
Kuromei: “Interesting” is definitely the word, ha-ha!
Crabrangoonmonster: Oh, they’re gonna do it, alright. When? All I can say is… soon. lol
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Jak hefted Razer out of the cab and up into his arms. “I told you two hours ago you were pushing it. The doctor told you to take it easy, that you're still recovering, but nooo, you gotta go and do your own thing and make your leg give out. I told you walking to the garage from the restaurant was a bad idea.”
Razer glared at him. “You think I'm enjoying this—this humiliation?”

“What the hell would you have done if I wasn't here? You're the one who protested me doing this, coming with you to help you out, and then you go and give me a reason to be doing it. I never thought I'd have to be the one giving one of Daxter's speeches, but damn it, Razer!”

Razer scowled darkly at him. “Will you stop carrying me like this? I'm not your bride!”

“And you clearly can't be trusted on your own two feet, either. You make poor life choices.”

Razer arched one elegant ebony eyebrow at him. “Dare I ask what you do that makes your little rodent tell you that? Put me down, right now.”

Jak sighed heavily, shaking his head. “Just get out your damn keys. We need to elevate your leg.”

“My keys are in the pocket currently pressed against your crotch. Shall I cop a feel while I'm down there?”

Jak flushed, his ears burning as he set Razer down, but kept the older man's arm around his shoulders. Razer was at least able to hobble when most of his weight was supported. In that fashion they made it inside the apartment’s main lobby and to the elevator without attracting too many stares. They took it to the top floor and finally came in sight of Razer’s door. He sighed in relief as Jak held him up so he could unlock it.
“Home sweet home, at last.”
“Want me to—?” Jak started to ask, but was cut off.
“Don’t you even think about it, boy. The last thing I wish to do is explain to my immediate neighbors why a hot little blonde number literally carried me into my home.”
“You’re bisexual, aren’t you?” Jak blurted through his blush as Razer hopped stubbornly through the door on his good leg.
“Yes, why?” The older racer tenaciously supported himself against the doorframe as he maneuvered inside. With a few more hops he was able to brace against the back of a sofa. “Get in and shut the door. I don’t pay for my air conditioning to condition the outdoors.”
“I dunno,” Jak mumbled as he stepped inside. He immediately felt the urge to take off his boots; the apartment was huge, easily as big inside as a normal house, and everything was immaculately clean. He didn’t want to get spots on the white carpet.
“Because I keep teasing you?”
“I’d call it sexual harassment, but yeah.”
Razer chuckled as he collapsed on the sofa and tugged off his shoes. Gingerly he propped his mostly-healed leg on the ornate coffee table in front of it. “Jak, dear boy, sexual harassment involves my hands on your person. This has not happened. Yet.”
Jak just glowered.
“Does that make you uncomfortable, that I also have relations with men?” Razer asked, digging in the breast pocket of his long coat for a pack of cigarettes. Well, that had taken all of three minutes.
“No,” Jak lied. It made him uncomfortable, alright. It gave him a weird, fluttery feeling in his stomach when Razer looked at him with that ebony eyebrow arched like he knew it all and was waiting for the younger racer to catch up. “It just weirds me out when you joke like you want to have those relations with me. We’re friends now, remember? That’s a weird thing to tease your friends about.”
“Oh? Never heard of friends with benefits, then? What a shame. I would have suspected that your little rat would have enlightened you of that by now.”
Jak sputtered in disbelief. “T-there is so much wrong with that, I can’t even—!”
Very contentedly, Razer sucked in a lungful of smoke and blew it toward the ceiling in a ring. “The boy doth protest too much, methinks.”
Briefly Jak considered punching the infuriating man in the face, but remembered in time that Razer was still mending from substantial injuries. He was here to help him, not maim him. So he settled for grabbing a throw pillow off the end of the sofa and throwing it at his new pal’s head. “I’m going to bed.”
Razer smacked the pillow away before it achieved contact and purred happily. “Why, Jak, how forward of you! I never imagined I’d get you in bed so soon. What a pleasant surprise.”
Another flush of heat assaulted the green-blonde’s face at the thought that Razer might actually be serious, and want him in his bed. Even though he couldn’t possibly be. “Oh, shut up.”
“What, you think I don’t mean it? I have eyes, Jak. I can see that you’re a very attractive young man.” He paused, the tension mounting before he smacked himself on the forehead with an exclamation of surprise. “Oh, dear, I forgot. Surely it’s not in compliance with the law to do such things with defenseless crocapups.”
“Aaargh!” Jak snarled in frustration. “I don’t know why the hell I said I’d help you in the first place! Get your ass off the sofa so I can go to sleep.”
“I’ll gladly get my ass off it, if you will give me a hand.” Surprisingly, the other racer seemed to have grown serious. “It’s been a long day, and I think I too will retire. But as much as it pains me to admit, I don’t think I can get up by myself.”
“Oh.” Jak’s annoyance cooled a bit as he extended a hand to Razer, which was accepted so that he could be pulled up off the sofa by the arm that hadn’t been broken. “Where’s your room?”
“Down the hall, to the right.”
They were already working out how to walk together, as strange as it seemed. Razer leaned on Jak, who led the way and turned on the hall light as they went. In a relatively short time they were in the master bedroom. Jak hit the light there, too, and deposited Razer on the side of the bed.
“Open the curtain, would you?” Razer asked as he shed his coat. “The view is one of the things I enjoy most about this place.”
“Sure.” The moment he did so, Jak caught a breath. “Wow…” The lights of Kras City twinkled, spread out below like a glowing quilt, mirrored above by the stars. He hadn’t realized before just how high up Razer’s floor was.
“Quite nice, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, it really is.” It was a sight Jak had never seen before. He stared in fascination for a long while, while Razer moved about slowly and carefully behind him, no doubt readying for bed.
A closet opened and closed. Dresser drawers did the same. “I don’t suppose I could talk you into fetching in something to drink before you go?” Razer asked. “They refused to let me have alcohol in the hospital. Savages.”
“That depends. Are you gonna share, or am I just the errand boy?”
“You wound me, Jak. Of course I’ll share. Friends share, yes?”
Jak stared hard at him. “Okay. Where do you keep your stash?”
“The liquor cabinet is back in the living area, next to the big screen and sound system. It’s not locked. There should be whiskey in it. Bring that and two glasses, won’t you, dear boy?”
Though he grumbled at the false endearment, Jak shuffled back to the front room and found what he was looking for easily enough. To his lack of surprise, the whiskey was the expensive kind. No cheap shit for Kras’s most famous racer, no sir.
By the time he returned to the bedroom Razer was comfortably situated on the bed with his back to the headboard. A plush pillow propped up his bad leg. “Excellent. Thank you, Jak. Do the honors?”
Jak did, pouring out two shots. He would have one drink, and then leave the other racer to sleep. There really was no harm. It wasn’t like Razer was really attracted to him, or anything. With that in mind, Jak downed his whiskey.
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They started out talking about the only thing they readily had in common: racing.
It was a surprisingly pleasant way to end the day, Razer decided. It was amusing, too, to watch Jak’s ears slowly turn red with the effects of the whiskey. The boy had taken four shots to Razer’s two, and seemed less able to deal with the consequences. Slowly the conversation shifted.
“Daxter hates racing,” Jak laughed. “He pretends to think it’s cool, and he refuses to not be wrapped around my neck when I’m on the track, but he’s more into fixing the cars than riding in them. He nearly pisses himself on the jumps!”
Razer chuckled, rolling his empty shot glass between his hands. “You said he’s gone back to where the two of you came from?”
“He went back to Haven City, yeah.” Jak’s flushed ears drooped. “To see his girl. I told him to go. Shouldn’t have, though. It’s so damn boring without him. He’s off with Tess, but what am I gonna do all by myself in this stupid town, huh?”
“Come now. You’re not jealous, are you?” Razer smiled at the thought.
“Of course not. Why would I be jealous that he’s shacked up with his girlfriend, and I’m all by myself hundreds of miles away? I’m not jealous at all! They could be having sex non-stop! They could have a whole damn litter of baby ottsels by the time I get back to Haven, and I won’t be jealous even a little bit!” The green-blonde scowled from his place across from Razer, back against the footboard.
Jak was definitely lonely. Rather unfortunate, Razer thought despite himself. “You’ve never been away from Daxter before, have you?”
“Once.” Jak blinked at him. “It wasn’t… it’s not something I like to remember.”
“Don’t you have a lady friend of your own?” the racer pressed. Surely a boy as handsome as Jak would have one. Despite all his teasing, Razer was beginning to acknowledge more than ever that his young former-opponent was more than easy on the eyes. Perhaps it was being forced into such close proximity with him for two days straight.
“A girlfriend? Me? I did. Well, kind of. But not now.”
Razer eyed Jak as the green-blonde inspected the inside of his shot glass bemusedly, as if wondering why it was empty once more. The boy was lonely. He was attractive. He was available. Razer owed him a thank you for helping him out, even though he hadn’t asked for it. And the older racer could do with a lay himself, truth be told. It had been a while since he’d taken a tumble in the sheets. Even more so since he had taken such a tumble with someone he really fancied.
“Her loss.”
Jak looked up from his empty glass and blinked, blue eyes widening almost comically when he noticed just how much closer the other man was leaning to him than before. “Razer?”

Razer curled his hand around the back of Jak's neck and tugged him forward into a kiss, enjoying the taste of whiskey on the other racer's mouth. It took barely a second for Jak to close his eyes and kiss Razer back, clumsy and unsure, but very willing. How anyone had ever stopped kissing Jak of their own free will was beyond him, and Razer groaned into the kiss as Jak pressed closer still. Razer met him eagerly, the kiss turning hot and hungry as he let his own mild buzz get the better of him. His tongue tangled with Jak’s, teaching it new tricks as his hands found their way into the younger man’s soft, two-toned hair and stroked lovingly.
Jak seemed to purr at the touch. He crawled forward hesitantly, drawing his body alongside Razer’s when the stretch between them became a bit awkward. Razer welcomed him in, of course, draping his arm around broad shoulders and trailing the fingers of his free hand across Jak’s flushed cheek, down his jaw. The boy shuddered at that, pressing up against Razer’s side for more contact. Razer smirked against the lips on his own. Yes, this could turn out quite, quite nicely.
That was when a wrong shift, he wasn't sure who made it, sent a screaming wave of agony up his bad leg. Razer broke the kiss with a pained yelp, and Jak fell out of the bed, landing on the floor with a loud thud.
“Um—uh—yeah. Goodnight!” Jak was on his feet and out the door in a flash, leaving Razer to grab his leg with a choked whimper.

That could have gone better.

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Jak splashed water on his face, desperate to clear some of the alcohol fog from his mind.
Razer... Razer had kissed him. That damn sneaky bastard made him lower his guard and then kissed him! Jak pressed his fingers to his still-tingling lips, then shook his head. No. He didn't mean it.
They were just both drunk. They were drunk and Razer was just messing with his head, because he was a bastard like that. And the only reason Jak had enjoyed it was because he was drunk.
Yeah, that's it. I'm just a little drunk. What was it Dax said to do for being drunk? Right. Water. Lots of water...

Jak drank several gulps of water from the sink, his hands shaking. This was insane. So what if Razer was devilishly good looking and smelled good and was a good racer? It was a bad idea to let him get that close, friend or not. What Jak needed was a good night's sleep and then in the morning they could pretend it never happened and everything would be fine. Just. Fine.

And even if that “friends with benefits” thing did sound really appealing, it was only because Jak was drunk and not thinking clearly.
He turned the water off and patted his face dry. All he needed was a good night's rest. Everything would make more sense in the morning.
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Unfortunately, it didn’t quite pan out so simply.

“This is bullshit,” Jak muttered bitterly to himself as he stared up at Razer’s ceiling. Nothing made sense at all.
As comfortable as the older racer's couch was, Jak was unable to fall asleep, and had spent the last hour replaying the kiss over and over in his head. What if Razer was serious about the “friends with benefits” thing? What if Razer tried to kiss him again? A traitorous part of Jak hoped he would, and the very idea had butterflies in his stomach.

Daxter would be so ashamed of him, sitting here acting like a fool over Razer, of all people. The green-blonde sighed deeply, rolling into a new position for the hundredth time in an hour. At least on his stomach he could bury his face in the pillow and block out reality for a few moments. But the soft pillow smelled like Razer, like everything in the apartment did, and the flustered feeling in his gut intensified.
I am not going to masturbate on someone else’s couch, Jak told himself firmly. Especially Razer’s couch. It’s not gonna happen.
The erection digging into the cushions underneath him argued that it was.
He huffed, ears flattening to the sides. Okay. Obviously he was strung too tightly for his own good. Maybe if he just jerked off really quickly, he would be able to fall asleep. It wasn’t like he had to think about Razer while he did it, or anything. With that thought in mind Jak rolled onto his back, kicked the blanket back into order, and slipped a hand down the front of his boxers.
It was easier than he would have liked to admit to get started. And once he did, his thoughts flew immediately to the most physical contact he’d had in a year that hadn’t been a hyperactive ottsel on his shoulder. Razer’s lips on his… Razer’s tongue in his mouth… Razer’s fingers in his hair. The last had been an entirely unexpected gesture, and Jak would have called it sweet if he didn’t know for a fact that the older racer was a sneaky bastard.
Jak’s cheeks heated as he recalled the way he had shamelessly crawled up to be closer to Razer, even pressed up against him. Damn him, but it had felt good. He gave an extra firm squeeze to the hard length in his hand and bucked into it with a stifled gasp.
What would have happened if he hadn’t accidentally bumped Razer’s bum leg? Would the kissing have become a full-on necking session? Would the other have pulled him to straddle his lap, or pushed him down on the bed? Would it be Razer’s hands on his cock right now?
Jak came with a muffled curse, realizing only then that he had absolutely nothing to wipe up the mess with. “Stupid fucking sexy-ass bastard fucking racer—”
In the end he crept back to the bathroom on slightly wobbly legs and rinsed his hands, rather than using one of his socks. He only had so many socks in the duffle bag he had been carrying his few changes of clothes around Kras in, and they didn’t need to wind up crusty.
The couch, when he returned to it, seemed much warmer and comfier than it had previously. Jak curled up on it, put his arm over a throw pillow to replace the missing ottsel that should have been there, and relaxed. Deeply relaxed. With the lingering warmth of whiskey and the stupor of afterglow, he fell quickly to sleep.
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To be continued.
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(2^nd)AN: One more chapter to go, seems like. We’ve been slacking on this one just a bit. A little. A tiny smidge. But no worries, it will be finished.
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