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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
- 29
- 30
- 31
Donalgreame: I solemnly swear that I’m up to no good (and that this story is ottsel-free). Upon my word. So no deep-net hackers needed, hopefully.

MeekoMar: What repercussions will the accidental home movie herald? Maaaybe something bad; maaaaybe something good—only time will tell! Lol

ChromaPharm: Beach Episode is a GO! Plenty more still to come…

Kuromei: Two chapters at once is always a nice treat :) Hopefully they’ll continue to make progress!

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“Jak, Jak look! Did ya see the size of that stingray? It was huge!”

“I saw it.” The blonde’s grip on the back of his friend’s shirt tightened reflexively. “Be careful.”

Far more focused on what was going on below the gently lapping waves than heeding his roommate’s warning, Daxter leaned further over the sun-warmed wooden railing of the ferry, the toes of his sneakers barely touching the boards of the deck. “Yeah but, what if there’s a shark? How cool would a shark be?”

First it had been a brigade of floating pelicans that had captured the redhead’s attention. Then a pod of curious dolphins. Jak was grateful the ride from the mainland to his uncle’s summer home on Misty Island only took fifteen minutes when the tides were right; any longer and the chances of Dax going headlong into the water were too good.

They had left Kras U long before dawn, having spent the night smuggled into Keira’s dorm room eating pizza and getting acquainted with her girlfriend Tess. Leaving Killer safely in the girls’ caring custody, the boys had arrived at the airport to catch their southbound flight just as the sun was rising.

Jak was as chipper as one could be when running on approximately two hours of sleep.

Daxter was too enchanted by his first flight and subsequent first sight of the ocean to let a little thing like physical exhaustion slow him down.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, neither had caught a nap on the plane.

“Here you go, boys,” the captain said cheerfully as she maneuvered the small ferry up to the even tinier dock and tied it off so they could disembark. “Are you sure you’ll be alright out here?” She shot a doubtful second glance at the empty pier. “It’ll be awfully boring by yourselves. No one else has come out yet.”

“You mean the island’s totally empty?” Jak asked, looking up in surprise from the small stack of provisions they’d stopped for.

The woman adjusted her sun hat with a shrug. “There were a couple families down around New Years, but as of now you’re on your own. But if you get bored, just give a holler.” She gave them a playful wink. “There’s plenty of action at the beaches down the coast; we’ll get you to those spring break parties in a jiffy. I know my granddaughter would love to show you around.”

“Muchas gracias, señora,” Daxter grinned, elbowing Jak in the ribs. “We’ll totally keep that in mind, won’t we, big guy?”

“Totally.” He jerked the brim of the redhead’s hat down over his eyes in retaliation. “Come on, grab bags and let’s go. It’s a half mile walk to our place.”

Waving goodbye to the ferry captain, they set off down the dock and up the steep stone steps that led up from the jetty toward the main island.

“Jeez, I would’a packed some hiking boots if I’d known this was gonna be a mountaineering expedition,” Daxter griped, gripping duffle bag and shopping bags alike.

“Be glad everything out here is built above the flood zone.” Jak effortlessly carried twice the load. “When hurricanes hit, everything below the top of these stairs can go underwater. We got stuck out here one spring when the storm came in faster than anybody expected—the waves got too bad to cross back over.”

Dax huffed nervously. “And that’s not gonna happen while we’re here, right?”

“I highly doubt it. Rain, sure. Storms, maybe. Flooding? Probably not.”

Despite their burdens, the walk went quickly. Tiny lizards scuttled across the gravel road ahead of them, disappearing into the dense undergrowth on either side. Unseen birds sang in the flowering bushes and trees.

Daxter trotted to keep up, looking dazedly at the tiny brick lanes leading off to bungalows mostly hidden from view in the underbrush. “So all these houses are privately owned? No hotels or nothin’?”

“No hotels. Just a bunch of boring old people, mostly. A few rich snobs. But it’s pretty and relaxing, and almost every property has access to a little private beach area.”

“… Jak? Just how much money does yer uncle have?”

The quarterback’s shoulders hunched defensively. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

- // - // - // - // -

Daxter stood, mouth agape, backpack and duffle bag forgotten at his feet. “Dude. Does yer uncle need, like… a butler? ‘Cause I’ll totally be yer butler.”

“You’re not being our butler. That’s weird.” Jak pulled the screen door closed against the flying bugs before sauntering in with what sounded like a relieved sigh. “You can be the pool boy.”

“There’s a pool?!”

“No, I lied. No pool.” The green-blonde shot him a tired smirk when he pouted. “It’s a hot tub. On the patio.”

With a yell of excitement he leaped from the entryway, flip-flops sending slapping echoes across the dark hardwood of the floor. It seemed every wall was mostly taken up with sliding glass doors; he pulled back a curtain and flung one open to reveal the promised canopied patio. It was overhung with flowering trellises and surrounded by lush greenery. A pebbled path skirted the sunken hot tub and led off through the hibiscus bushes and trunks of palm trees, presumably toward Uncle Freddie’s share of the beach.

“This is. The best thing. I have ever seen!” he cheered, spinning back to Jak. “So do you wanna go to the beach first, or just chill in the hot tub? We probably better save the drinks fer later—” he eyed the fully stocked tiki bar across one end of the lounge area closest to the kitchen, “but I guess just one little margarita in the Jacuzzi wouldn’t hurt. It’s five o’clock somewhere, right?”

His roommate was somewhat less enthusiastic. He fell onto the sofa with a groan. “Dax, I’m dying here. Aren’t you even a little tired?”

“Come on, pal, it’s the middle of the day! We can’t waste a minute of this singular opportunity to be rich assholes with our own private island!”

“We don’t own the island. And we’re not rich. We’re eating ninety-nine cent boxed macaroni and cheese for dinner.” Jak slid sideways and flopped neatly onto a throw pillow. “I promise we’ll hot tub tonight.”

“Lame, man. Very lame.” But the redhead couldn’t totally hide a smile. “Fine. At least get up an’ move somewhere I can fit, too.”

“You don’t want your own room?” Jak asked, lazily levering himself upright. “There’re four. You can pick one, if you want.”

Daxter side-eyed what had to be the bedroom doors, two on either side of the living area. “Yeah, sure. Guess I got so used ta sharin’ a room with ya I forgot we’re not always gonna have to.” He grabbed his bags, trying not to look too disappointed. “Which one ya want me in?”

Football hurling arms of doom caught him from behind in a sleepy hug. “Or, we could both share the master guest room, since we’re probably going to be spending a lot of time fairly close to each other this week…”

Dax bit his lip and fought the inevitable blush, even as he heaved an internal sigh of relief. “Can’t argue that logic.”

Okay. That was a good sign. Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to convince Jak to level up their experimentation XP after all.

Luggage in tow, he followed the quarterback into the chosen room. A massive canopy bed awaited, along with yet another door to the patio. “Is that a shower out there?” he asked, craning his neck to glance out the window. “The extravagance of the upper class knows no bounds.”

Jak offered a chiding elbow nudge. “It’s so you can rinse off the sand before you come in the house, wiseass. It’s totally practical.” He dropped his bag on the chest of drawers, then reached for Daxter’s. “…is there even anything in here?” he asked with a frown, lifting the redhead’s backpack with a pinky finger. “If you really didn’t have that much to bring, you could have put the last pair of shorts in my suitcase.”

Daxter hesitated. He hadn’t been planning on springing that surprise so soon. But there was really no point in waiting. “I’ll show ya, but ya can’t get mad.” Grinning sheepishly, he unzipped the bag and pulled out the sole item within.

“My hat?” Jak took it, turning the wide brim in his hands in obvious bafflement. “I left this at home in January!”

“Yeah, I know. I borrowed it. I was gonna take it back, but then we came here instead’a the farm.”

“Why?”

“See, I was gonna do a Haven Warriors pin up calendar. I’d make a fortune!”

Jak facepalmed. “Dax, no.”

“Jak, yes! Think about it. You in that hat an’ chaps? Every chick on campus’d buy one. Every chick on the campuses of our rival teams would buy one! We could get Phoenix in there too in those goofy vintage flyin’ goggles he’s got; Sig can be in a towel an’ do his Old Spice impression—”

With one fluid movement Jak dropped the hat on the bedpost, hoisted Daxter over his shoulder, and tossed the laughing redhead onto the mattress with a bounce. “I’ve said it before and I’m sure I’ll say it again: you’re warped.”

“You’d be so bored if I wasn’t,” he cackled, sending a flurry of bolster pillows to the floor. He settled down, though, as Jak flopped beside him.

“Why did you really hide my hat for three months?”

Daxter sighed, cheeks puffing out with a conflicted sigh as he rolled over and put his head on Jak’s shoulder, annexing the quarterback’s space without a second thought. “Honestly? Because you look hot in it an’ I couldn’t figure out how to ask you to put it on without lookin’ like a moron.”

“So, what, now you’re going to make me wear it all week?” the blonde asked, amusement obvious. “Now that we’re out here where no one can see you swoon over it like a goofball?”

“And sing on command. I demand it.”

Abruptly he found himself squished against Jak’s chest. “Aww, Dax, sure I’ll sing for you. Rock-a-bye, and goodnight, go to sleep you little terror.”

A minor scuffle ensued. When it was over— Daxter sandwiched even more firmly between Jak and the mattress, Jak softly singing a real song about deep rivers and pine trees— a nap suddenly didn’t sound like too bad of an idea.

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“I’m tellin’ ya, Jakkie-boy, this is the life. This right here. Just me, you, the hot tub, an’ the stars.”

“And Captain Morgan.” Jak tipped his piña colada respectfully before downing the last slushy drops. He didn’t really understand why Uncle was always so adamant about the bar staying well stocked, unless it was to impress the various acquaintances he occasionally invited to use the beach house, but it sure came in handy.

Daxter twirled his tiny paper umbrella between two fingers with a contented sigh. “Amen.”

A cool, salt-laden breeze ruffled the palm fronds overhead. The gentle lapping of waves drifted up from the beach below.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. This is pretty much all there is to do out here besides fishing and swimming.” Which Jak himself was totally alright with; if they wouldn’t run out of food he’d be more than happy not going back to the mainland until it was time to catch their return flight. He just didn’t want Dax to be bored. Hitting up a party at one of the popular spring break destination beaches didn’t sound appealing to him, but if Daxter wanted to go he wouldn’t refuse. It was the redhead’s spring break, too.

“Oh, boo-hoo, I’ve got nothin’ ta do but lay around drinkin’ in a hot tub!” Dax threw an arm over his eyes melodramatically, the last few drops of tequila dripping out of his glass as he did so to disappear into the roiling bubbles. “Poor me. Whatever shall I do?” Leaving the empty glass on the edging, he half swam the scant feet between them and slunk up against Jak’s side with a grin. “Guess you’ll just have to entertain me.”

“Guess so.” Jak smiled indulgently as he pulled his friend onto his lap, hands resting innocently around a slim waist. For now. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well, big guy, funny you should ask...”

The green-blonde tried to keep a straight face as clever fingers toyed with the damp tips of his hair. He’d wondered how long it would take Daxter to initiate fooling around after they got away from the crazy atmosphere of the dorms at midterms.

“See, I been thinkin’. We’re doin’ pretty great with this experimental stuff. We’re acin’ the class, we’re gettin’ top scores in biology, chemistry, an’ anatomy—” His freckled nose wrinkled suddenly. “Man, that metaphor got away from me. We just got away from school, I don’t wanna think about it now.”

Jak chuckled helplessly, tugging the dripping redhead closer. “Agreed.”

“So anyway, we should take this singular opportunity ta continue our experimentation on the next level, know what I’m sayin’?”

It was difficult to play coy with sweet temptation literally at his fingertips, but the quarterback managed. “I think I have an idea. But I don’t want to presume.” His thumbs hooked just under the band of Daxter’s swim trunks. “Why don’t you give me a few more details so I know we’re on the same page?”

“Yer gonna make me say it, aren’t ya?” he groaned, pressing a hot cheek against Jak’s collarbone.

Jak decided to be merciful. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with that sex toy you bought, would it?” he asked, petting down smooth, slippery skin.

Daxter locked up. Slowly he pushed himself to arm’s length, hands braced on Jak’s shoulders. “… how did you know about that?”

He glanced up at the swaying palm trees for inspiration before diving in. “Okay. Don’t punch me in the face, but remember how I told you I was going to try to record Killer for Vin’s website project?”

A silent nod.

“So, I left my tablet recording when I went to class the other day. And it sort of… recorded you. Bonding. With your new toy. And it was totally, one-hundred percent accidentally, so please don’t hate me forever.”

Eyes wide, ears flattened to the sides, Daxter slowly slid off his lap. “Excuse me. Life is over. I am going to drown in my shame now. Literally.” He abruptly fell on his face in the froth and disappeared into the bubbling depths of the Jacuzzi.

Jak hauled him up like a flounder, hacking and sputtering. “Oh, come on, it’s not that bad! Nobody’s ever going to see that video, I swear.”

“You saw it! That’s bad enough!” Daxter draped limply in his hold, still pining after the blue-tinted lights at the bottom of the tub. Wet hair draped across his red, red face. “That wasn’t even sexy; it was totally awkward and embarrassing!”

“It was hot,” Jak corrected, kissing the back of a flushed neck. “So hot. Ten out of ten, would totally watch again if it wouldn’t make me a huge creeper. But if you want it gone, I’ll delete it. I’ll give you my tablet and you can delete it so you know for sure it’s gone.”

The redhead stayed limp for several moments, then cautiously peeked back at him. “…yer sure ya liked it?”

“Very sure.”

“An’ ya won’t ever let anybody else see it ever, on pain ‘a death, even if we break u-uuuhh, if we ain’t friends anymore someday?”

Jak was silent, searching for the right words. “Record me,” he said suddenly. Yeah, that sounded right. “With your phone. Then we’ll both have terrible blackmail material.”

It startled a laugh out of Daxter, who finally struggled upright with a splash and a slip. “I don’t think it counts as blackmail if it’s so hot everyone who sees it instantly crams a hand down their pants.”

Jak nipped his ear for the overt sass. “Offer still stands. Did you want to have sex tonight or what?”

Apparently leaving embarrassment behind, the redhead looped his arms around a strong neck with a grin. “Pal, that’s like askin’ me if I wanna breathe tonight.”

The trip from hot tub to bedroom was chilly, but mercifully short. Jak paused on the porch to shuck his trunks, throwing them over a railing by the outdoor shower to drip dry by morning.

“Since ya already seem ta know all about my recent buying habits, can we use ‘em?” Daxter was already inside and upending his bag across the bed.

The blonde’s eyes widened as toys, condoms, and lube packets bounced on the cheerful floral comforter. “Uh, sure. Do you have any more lube?”

Dax frowned. “Just these little sample things I stole from Phoenix. I read up on not bringin’ liquids on planes.”

“We can buy more when we go across to the mainland.” Jak examined a packet that boasted pineapple flavoring and laughed. “Actually I’m both shocked and impressed that you had the guts to bring this stuff through airport security.”

Freckled ears flicked dismissively. “Eh, I’m sure they’ve seen the x-ray silhouettes of much worse. Like I was gonna pass up the opportunity for us ta break in the haul— even if it got brought up differently than I planned.” He shrugged, then shivered, a water droplet trickling down one shoulder. “Okay, I’m gonna go towel off real quick. Be right back.”

As he slipped off into the shadows of the bathroom, Jak took the opportunity to inspect the goods more closely. His fingers trailed over the plug and came to rest on the now-famous vibrator.

Yeah, if he can take this it shouldn’t be too much harder for him to take me, he thought with some relief. Keira’d had toys before their almost accidental first time, too; not worrying about accidentally hurting his partner with an act their body was brand new to was something he had almost begun to take for granted.

More people should use sex toys, he concluded, absently twisting the base off the vibe in idle curiosity. Then he blinked. The battery compartment was empty. Daxter hadn’t put any in. Or maybe he’d taken them out in preparation for the flight. Whatever the reason, it was easily remedied.

Dax bounded back in a few minutes later, trunks discarded, damp hair poofed out wildly. Jak had moved the goods to a more orderly arrangement on the nightstand, and the redhead did a semi-graceful swan dive across the bed. “Okay, so I was thinkin’ we start out with the dong an’ segue on ta the real thing—just fer prep, y’know? So everything goes smooth. Man, this is gonna be great! My arms aren’t long enough ta pull off the in-and-out without dislocating somethin’.”

Watching him paw through lube packets in the gentle, yellow glow of the bedside lamp, Jak saw only anticipation and enthusiasm on his friend’s face. Once again, as he had been when he’d first stumbled on the accidental footage, a confusing swirl of emotion gripped him.

“What’s up, pal?” Daxter asked, looking up in surprise as Jak slid onto the bed behind him and pulled him into a hug. “You got a funny look goin’ on, there.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Sure looked like something.” Dax made eye contact with a frown. “Listen, if you don’t wanna do this, I totally get it. You can tell me. You’ve been an awesome sport with this whole gay foolin’ around thing; you don’t have to go any further if you—”

“That’s not it at all.”

“Then what is it?”

Jak sighed, searching for the words. “It’s… Just a few months ago you were literally scared to jerk off. You couldn’t even touch yourself without panicking about it.”

Freckled cheeks dusted with a blush. “Pssh, yeah. Pretty pathetic, I know. Good thing I’m over that. Why bring it up now?”

“Because you went from that to… I don’t know. You just look really happy. You’re enjoying yourself. I’m glad.”

“Yeah, well, maybe it’s because I had a good teacher.” Flirty fingers teasingly tugged his goatee.

The quarterback pulled him closer again. “When we first met, you were afraid of me,” he murmured against Daxter’s throat.

“When we first met, I was obviously a terrible judge of character. Fer example, I had no idea what a sappy sap you are, fake jock.” Dax grabbed his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss.

“I’m sensitive, so sue me.”

They slid down into the mound of pillows piled against the high headboard, settling easily into the tight tangle of limbs that seemed to fit so well. Jak reveled in how Daxter’s chilled skin warmed quickly against his, the anticipation of a whole night, an entire week, with nothing to do but make them both feel good stretching out like the warm shadows across the room.

“This stuff smells like a candy store exploded,” Daxter snickered as a lube packet was pulled open and the cloying scent of artificial pineapple filled the air.

Jak wrinkled his nose as his roommate made quick work of wrestling a condom onto the toy. “Or a rum cake. Do you want me to…?”

“I already thought this out. Let me get started, then you can take over.”

So the blonde sat back to enjoy his second free show, feeling much better now that he had permission to do so, stroking himself lazily as he watched Daxter squirm and contort and make all manner of interesting noises.

“How does that feel?” he asked wonderingly. The redhead looked like he was enjoying himself more than adjusting to something awkward.

“Kinda weird, but good,” was the panted answer. “What, you never tried anything like this at all?” Dax smirked at the silent negative head shake. “Oh well, spring break lasts all week! Okay, now you take over…”

Jak swallowed, hardening impossibly further as Daxter disengaged his toy with a shaky breath, handed it over, and rolled trustingly to present himself. “You’re super hot right now, FYI,” Jak told him.

“Oh? Tell me more,” Dax purred, glancing back with faux coyness while his red face gave away how much he enjoyed the compliments.

Rather than answer with words, Jak traced the smooth, pale backs of his thighs with his free hand. “You have no idea. Ready?”

“Heck yeah! Let’s finish the warm up so we can get to the main attraction!”

Despite his partner’s eagerness, Jak pressed the tip of the toy back into him slowly, carefully; still slightly awed at the amount of trust Daxter barely seemed to realize he was bestowing. They whined in unison, Jak barely registering he was doing so, as he tentatively moved the yielding silicone in and out of his friend.

“Shit, I was so right, it feels so much better when you do it,” the redhead babbled blissfully, all but drooling into the pillow. “Speed it up, pal— I’m good, I promise!”

“Yeah, okay. You know best.” Jak did as he was told, increasing the pace and angling the tip of the toy sharply based on the restless hitching of the redhead’s hips.

Daxter yelped into the pillow, toes curling as he shoved himself back onto the next thrust. “There! Just like that, Jak, again!” One tightly clenched hand released its death grip on the sheets to wrap around his neglected erection.

“You sure you don’t want to come like this?” Jak chuckled breathlessly, putting a bit more power behind the thrusts. Of course he wanted in on the action, but… somehow this was just as good.

Dax gasped as if he’d just remembered the original plan. “Yes! I mean, no! No, please don’t stop, pal, I promise you can fuck me later but please don’t—” His hand flew along his own slick length, knuckles bouncing off the mattress on every down stroke.

It was then that Jak recalled what the little button under his thumb was for. He pressed it without hesitation, pushing the toy in nearly to the base as he did. Daxter convulsed and went rigid, a screech of surprise harmonizing with the sudden buzz of the vibrator.

“You okay?” Jak didn’t pull it out, waiting on some kind of command.

“You put ba-aah-aaaaaterries in it?!” Dax wailed. “I— I can’t—!” But apparently he could, as his legs spread impossibly wider and he shuddered through orgasm, hips jerking shallowly against the mattress. “Aaaaahhhn, Jaaak!”

This time the blonde had the good sense turn the toy off while his friend was face down in the pillow and twitching. “You okay?” he asked again with a smile. “Did I break you? I’m sorry if I broke you.”

There was silence for a long moment, and then, at length, a mumble. “Remove… the dick… slowly… and I won’t… have to kill you.”

Jak did, as gently as he could, and set the toy aside with the proper reverence due a tool so powerful.

Daxter rolled over slowly, face and chest red, hair an even wilder mop of tangles. “At some point in the very near future, I’m going to get you for that.”

The quarterback couldn’t hold back a snort of laughter. “You look like somebody sucker punched you!”

“You are not helpin’ yer case, wise ass!” Dax struggled upright, brushed the hair out of his eyes, and glanced down at Jak’s crotch. “So I know I said you could fuck me, but the sex-o-meter is gonna need a while ta recharge. Like the rest’a the night. Rain check?”

“Like you said, spring break is young.” Jak smiled easily and nuzzled a freckled shoulder. “Sure would be nice to get a hand with this, though. You up for that?”

“Actually…” With the beginnings of a wicked smirk, Daxter reached for the bedside table. “You were serious about letting me record you, right?”

Jak’s ears dipped, suddenly nervous. He knew that tone. “Yeah...”

“Well then.” The redhead dropped the plug and a cock ring with what looked like a tiny bullet vibrator attached on the bed in front of him. With exaggerated gentleness, he lifted the cowboy hat off the bedpost and put it on Jak’s head. “Saddle up, cowboy.”

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“Alright, you little thief, bring back my keys and I won’t have to tell Jak you escaped through an air vent and that’s why he’ll never see you again.”

“Aww, Keira, don’t yell at him! He’s just playing. Right Killie?”

Halfway under the bed, Keira huffed and choked on a dust bunny. “I’ll make him think playing… Hey, Tess, I found that bra you lost last month.”

“Oh my gosh, the one with the flowers? You’re the best, Keirs!”

Up on the surface, a phone buzzed cheerfully.

“You have a message,” Tess relayed.

The mechanic made a futile grab at the ferret hovering just beyond her fingertips. “Can you get it? It might be my dad. He’s really happy you’re coming home with me next week.”

“It’s from Daxter!” Tess said happily a moment later. She and the redhead had really hit it off in the short time they had spent together before the boys left for Sandover. Keira might have felt a little threatened, if not for the totally obvious way Daxter fawned over Jak and didn’t even realize he was doing so. It was, she admitted grudgingly, sort of cute, and Tess loved cute things.

“Oh, yeah? What’s he say?”

“It’s a picture. It’s—” There was a stifled squeak. “Um. Oh, wow. Keira? You should look at this.”

Abandoning the ferret for the moment, she slid out from under the bunk at once. “Oh, no. What are they doing? Does it look life-threatening? Is there dangerous marine life involved?”

Tess, pink-cheeked, silently handed her the phone.

One eyebrow quirking suspiciously, Keira opened the snapchat photo.

//Spring break!! Wishing you were here?? ;) //

In the picture, Jak’s back was against the headboard of what she immediately recognized as the king size master bed at the beach house, hands braced over his head. His ears were low, face and neck red as he chewed his bottom lip. A cowboy hat’s wide brim obscured everything between his legs.

Her eyes narrowed. “… I hope they don’t get that hat dirty. It was expensive.”

“Keira, don’t take this the wrong way, but— Jak’s really hot!” Tess blurted, still blushing madly. “Why would you give that up?”

“No offense taken; it’s the truth. And because we love each other but we’re not in love with each other, you know?” With a grin, she shot Daxter back a simple text.

//Show no mercy!!! >:D//

It was good the big doofus had someone to keep him in line, after all.

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To be continued…

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