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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
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SugarCake: I’m glad you like it so far. There are a lot of characters that seem to fit well into the college life, surprisingly.

Kay: Let’s pretend that my brain wasn’t half dead at the moment and that “instagram” is the “snapchat” it was supposed to be. Lol

Kuromei: Progress indeed! The goobers seem to finally be getting somewhere. Hopefully they’ll guard the phones carefully.

DC: Jak can be rather a sadist, can’t he? A very loving sadist. But one nevertheless. Lol

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Disclaimer: Jak and Dax and Park—uh, Pecker belong to Naughty Dog, Inc.

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Daxter liked the surfy beachside cabana they scoped out for lunch. He liked it right up until their server scoped Jak from wind-tousled head to sandy toes and honed in like a barracuda.

“Good afternoon! My name is Parker, and I’ll be your server. If you’ll follow me this way…” He ushered them out to table on the patio, blatantly checking out the quarterback from behind as they settled in. “May I interest you in the drink menu?”

“Just iced tea, please,” Jak said obliviously. “Not quite legal enough for that yet.”

“No? Well then, feel free to come back tonight.” The man laughed, Spanish accent lilting as he grinned charmingly at the blonde. “Things are not quite so… formal after dark.”

Jak mirrored the amused look Daxter’s way, no doubt figuring he would be all over an offer like that, but the redhead’s suspicious neutral expression barely twitched. “Yeah, I’ll have tea too.”

“Of course. Coming right up.”

When the waiter finally flittered off to collect their drinks, Daxter was able to relax a bit. “Thanks for humorin’ me and comin’ to the beach, Jakkie-boy. It’s been fun.”

“Hey, I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. We only have four spring breaks in college, so we have to make them count, right?”

They had hailed the ferry that morning and spent the day on the mainland walking through town, goofing around in souvenir shops, and infiltrating the party beaches. Daxter had even been able to coax Jak into joining a volleyball game with him, despite the flocks of bikini-clad predators waiting in the wings.

Strangely, the goo-goo-eyed girls had done less to fan the flames of irritation than their server, when he returned a few minutes later with their drinks and an unexpected basket of lobster bites.

“On the house,” Parker purred, not so subtly setting the basket closer to Jak’s side of the table. “So, spring break, eh? Where are you visiting from?”

“Hey, thanks.” Looking pleased and not at all suspecting, Jak popped one of the proffered treats into his mouth. “We’re down from Haven U, up north. It’s kind of a frozen wasteland right now. My uncle has a little summer home on Misty Island.”

“Ah, I’m sure it is a lovely location. May I hazard a guess that you are an athlete of some kind?”

Daxter rolled his eyes hugely and stole a lobster nugget. How much more obvious could this guy be? Jak, bless his soul and thank goodness, carried on like he didn’t notice.

“Football, actually. Uh, American football. I’m our team’s quarterback.”

“Quarterback, you say? Well, perhaps you’d like to learn something a little different? You wouldn't be the first American boy I’ve taught to pitch.”

Daxter spewed a mouthful of tea across the table.

Nonplussed, Jak passed him a napkin. “Jeez, Dax, drink slower!” He looked back to their server and chuckled uncertainly. “Well, thanks for the offer, but pitcher isn’t really a position.”

Completely ignoring the redhead’s disbelieving hacks and coughs, Parker forged on. “I assure you it is, my friend. Or maybe you’d be more interested in playing wide receiver, hmm?”

“Don't you have a coffee break to go on, parrot-head?!” Daxter shrieked, brushing ineffectually at the wet stain on his t-shirt as he glared daggers at the interloper.

Finally sensing the downward spiral, Jak raised a hand helplessly. “Maybe we better order to go…”

~ ~ ~

They took their food down to a nearby pier to eat, settling below it in the shell-riddled, shady sand. Daxter fumed quietly, scarfing down his baja fish tacos with offended determination. Jak made his way more calmly through an order of crab cakes and fries, flipping through his phone as he did.

“Huh. I missed a call from Phoenix. And… a lot of texts.”

“Yeah?” Daxter crammed three fries in his mouth at once, relishing the emotional healing power of fried food. “What’s he want?”

“Me to call him back. That’s all the texts say. Asking if I’m there, and call him when I can.” Jak hit a speed dial button, put the phone to his ear, and then frowned. “Damn it. I’m not getting any reception here.”

“Eh, you can call him back later. We’re all on break; it can’t be anything too important.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Jak tucked the phone back into his pocket, still looking slightly worried. “Wish he would just text me what he wants to say.”

The redhead managed a smirk. “Don’t worry too much, big guy. He’s got Razer ta keep him in line. I’m sure the happy little lovebirds are findin’ some way ta keep themselves occupied.”

“Oh god. I don’t need to think about those two being all lovey-dovey. It’s not natural. Not for Razer, anyway.” Jak chuckled at the idea, then paused for a long moment. “Hey… back at the restaurant,” he said slowly, looking up from the straw of his to-go cup with dawning realization. “I think that guy was flirting with me!”

Daxter, feet buried in a mound of sand and ears still laid back in residual irritation, squinted hard at his best friend. “Oh, ya think? Tell me, what was yer first clue? The way he was slappin’ yer butt with his eyeballs, or how the sports innuendos could have knocked yer coach down in a stupor of agonized shame?”

The quarterback blinked worriedly at the incoming waves. “So now I have to worry about guys hitting on me, too?”

“Like a punching bag, pal. Like a punching bag.” He dug a shell out of the sand with his toes and flicked it Jak’s direction. “C’mon, you seriously never realized that dudes would find you hot, too? I’m sure this ain’t the first time you’ve been hit on by a guy.” As much as he was loathe to think about it. The nerve of those guys, hitting on his boy—his friend. His best friend.

“Probably, now that you point it out. But, like… before you and I started… y’know… I never really thought about the possibility before. So I guess I never noticed.” He shot the redhead a sheepish smile. “You’re the first guy I ever thought was cute.”

In a split second, Daxter forgave the universe for lecherous wait staff and his day became pretty damn good. “Y-yeah, well. Same. But, uh.” He looked sidelong at Jak. “I think I have an idea how you can keep from getting hit on while we’re down here an’ you’re paradin’ around shirtless.”

“How?”

“So, you know how you an’ Keira used ta pretend to be an item so people’d leave both of ya alone.”

The blonde’s ears rose in realization. “So I just tell everybody I have a girlfriend back home?”

“Well, yeah, you could do that. If ya think the threat of a girl hundreds of miles away will make people take the hint ta buzz off—which, may I remind you, didn’t work on the cheerleaders. Or… you could have a real person next to ya backin’ it up. Like me.”

“You’re volunteering to be my fake boyfriend?” Jak laughed.

“Sure.” He shrugged flippantly. “Why not? It’s not like anybody down here knows us, so we don’t gotta worry about anybody askin’ questions. Somebody bugs ya, you come put yer arm around me, they take a hike. Simple.”

“I don’ know if that will work, but we can try. Thanks, Dax. I appreciate it.” Jak raised a hand, started for a fist bump, then changed course on the way to pull the redhead into a sideways hug. “Does this mean you’re going to defend my honor, too?” he asked teasingly. “You’re not allowed to punch people in the nose over me just because we’re fake dating.”

“You wound me, Jakkie-boy.” Daxter smirked. “It’s not like I wanted ta hit that Pecker guy in the eye with a lime or anything.”

“The poor guy’s name was Parker!” Jak laughed, tugging him in further for a noogie. “You’re horrible.”

“All his co-workers call the dude Pecker an’ you know it!”

“Whatever, you antisocial little menace.” With a last fond ruffle of hair, the quarterback let him go. “So now what do you want to do?”

Dax put on his best innocent smile. “My first official decree as yer official fake boyfriend is that we head back ta the island immediately. Somebody promised me snorkeling lessons.”

“Trying to get me alone, huh?”

“Jakkie-babe, you know it.” He laughed it off uneasily, doing his best to ignore just how right Jak was.

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“No more fish. I’m not eating another bite of anything that swims. Can’t make me. I want pizza!”

“How soon you forget your vows of abstinence,” Jak teased, pulling a neatly skewered fish away from the coals and testing the crispy, flaky flesh with a fork.

Dusk had fallen over Misty Island. Waves murmured gently, overlaid with the sounds of nesting parrots and the crackle of the small campfire Jak had scraped together from driftwood.

“Jak. I can deny it no longer. The truth shall set me free—I’m always a slut for pizza. I forgive it for everything.”

“It’s only been four days!”

A rumpled red head popped up from the collar of the quarterback’s stolen hoodie. Daxter rolled over and righted himself on the beach blanket they had brought down from the house. “Four days? Already? Damn. Spring break’s… goin’ by really fast.”

“Yeah. Breaks always do.”

Daxter heaved a sigh as Jak dropped down beside him on the blanket, plate of steaming fish in hand. “This whole year’s gone by fast.” He looked up at the dark, waving silhouettes of the palm branches overhead, avoiding eye contact. “Y’know, in a month an’ a half it’ll be May. We’ll be movin’ out for the summer.”

The bite of fish in his mouth suddenly tasted more like campfire ash. Jak choked it down with some difficulty. “I’ll ask Torn when we need to submit a request to room together again next fall.” One thing he absolutely couldn’t afford to procrastinate on. “We can start signing up for fall semester classes next week, too.”

Daxter didn’t look any less melancholy. “Guess I better start thinkin’ seriously about what I’m gonna do this summer. Taryn said she wants me full time at work until August. Ximon would probably let me stay with him if it was only a few months.”

Jak hadn’t allowed himself to think too much about summer, for exactly this reason.

There was no way he could avoid going back to the farm. It wasn’t fair to ask Samos to mind the house and take care of Croc when Jak wasn’t taking any summer classes and could come home to do so himself. If he stayed in Haven, he’d miss Keira. He’d miss his dad and the vacation they had planned on. But...

Three whole months without Daxter. His roommate. His partner in crime. His best friend. His—

What did you do when you couldn’t envision your everyday life anymore without someone in it?

I think I might be in trouble, Jak thought dimly.

Daxter finally looked up at him. The expression on his face must have been truly terrible if it made the redhead look so alarmed. “Sorry, pal, my bad— I’m totally bein’ a downer! I’ll shut up now. Let’s just enjoy spring break while we’re on it, right?”

The quarterback set his plate aside and pulled his stammering roommate into his lap without difficulty. “You’re fine. I’m… I’m really going to miss you this summer.”

Looking stunned at the sudden embrace, Daxter stared up at him for a long moment before leaning up with hooded eyes. “I’m gonna be really stupid and kiss you now,” he breathed, hands already grasping wide shoulders.

Jak held him tight as slightly salty lips found his own, soaking up his soft, hoodied warmth in the evening chill. Wiry arms slipped around his neck, quick fingers threading through his hair.

“You’ve sure gotten good at kissing,” he chuckled as they finally broke apart.

Dax grinned, lips now less salty but far more pink and plump. “Must’ve had a good teacher.”

Liking where this was going, more than ready to think about anything other than loneliness and endings, Jak dipped his friend back in a bid to stretch them both out on the blanket. He was thwarted almost immediately as Daxter eeled away and scrambled to his feet, quickly kicking sand over the little fire.

“Hold that thought, Jakkie-boy. I got a better idea.”

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“I like your ideas,” Jak murmured as slick, velvety warmth clenched tightly around his fingers.

The redhead, pink-cheeked and panting, managed an unsteady snort of laughter. “I just bet ya do.” He arched his hips, pressing welcomingly against the intrusion. “Mmm, this is awesome. You can reach farther than me an’ I don’t gotta sprain my arm gettin’ the good spot.”

“You just secretly enjoy making me do all the work,” Jak accused. Nevertheless, he did his best to multitask; slicking himself up with one hand while the other kept stroking the spot in question.

Though he didn’t say so, he was grateful that Daxter had smuggled along his toy stash, and doubly glad they’d been making use of it each night. Even with all that lead up and the extra lube he had grabbed from a convenience store during one of their jaunts ashore, the smaller guy was still tight enough that Jak would have been concerned—if Dax hadn’t been so adamantly vocal about his enjoyment.

The thought made him chuckle as another impatient groan caught his ear. “I’m glad you’re finally loosening up when we fool around. Being quiet is just so not in your true nature.”

“You callin’ me a loudmouth?” Daxter grinned, tugging him down for a kiss. “Speakin’ of loosening up…” He hooked a leg around the quarterback’s hip and nudged him forward with a bony ankle at the small of his back. “Hint, hint.”

Jak huffed an uneven breath and gently hiked the redhead’s hips higher. Long legs automatically tightened around him. “If you want me to slow down, or stop, tell me.”

Dax flashed a sassy thumbs up, slightly sun burnt ears twitching in anticipation. He breathed out, a long exhale as Jak pressed forward slowly and steadily, his own breath hitching at the amazing heat and tightness.

When no complaints were forthcoming, the quarterback set his jaw and forged onward, pulling back and pressing in incrementally until, a minute later, he was fully seated and hanging by a thin thread of composure. He tucked his face into the side of Daxter’s neck, trying to concentrate on not ending everything right there.

After several moments, Daxter arched tentatively and almost ruined all Jak’s efforts hitherto. “You can move, pal, m’okay.”

“Good, because I’m not,” he groaned, breath gusting hot against freckled skin. Shit. He didn’t remember having this much of a problem even the first time he and Keira had done the full monty…

Alarmed, Dax instantly clenched up. “What’sa matter?”

“Oh my god, will you please relax?” Jak gritted. “I’m trying to make this last more than two minutes!”

The redhead’s expression morphed from worried to wickedly delighted as realization dawned. He began to laugh, doing nothing to heed his partner’s plea. “Oh man, seriously? Is this really the mighty fake jock who gets off on teasin’ me stupid, admitting he has no stamina when we actually get down to it? That’s awesome!”

“It’s not going to be so awesome when I come and you don’t,” Jak growled, torn between embarrassment and abject fondness for the little twerp.

To his surprise, Daxter just snickered and pulled him closer.

“Don’t sweat it, pal. Knock yerself out.”

Jak shuddered. “But…”

“Don’t worry about it, babe. You always make sure I get there first—it’s probably your turn fer once.” He brushed the green-blonde’s hair back with an oddly soft smile. “Pay me back in a few minutes. I can wait.”

“Deal.” Jak wondered, as he gratefully returned a sweet kiss, how many times it was physically possible for a guy to come in a single night. He intended to repay that generosity again, and again, and again.

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“I’m on to you,” Jak informed him some time later with a lazy, satisfied smirk. “You only love me for my dick.”

Daxter, rocking eagerly in the quarterback’s lap, tried to return the expression. More than likely he just looked drunk, but whatever. It was hard to worry about appearances while given free rein over their next bout of between-the-sheets shenanigans. He bit his lip to hold back yet another undignified noise as a lucky roll of his hips rubbed the hard length inside him just where he wanted it.

“S-shhh, pal. Don’t be sad. I totally love ya fer more than yer dick. I’m just… just takin’ this singular opportunity ta—ah, ohgod!—appreciate that particular part of you. A lot.”

Jak chuckled, looking up at him with half-lidded bedroom eyes. The strong hands that had been helping to guide his hips slipped higher, palming his ribs and chest before trailing down his heaving abs to their original resting place. One of the many perks they were quickly discovering about this position: Jak’s grabby mitts could reach just about everything when he wasn’t using them to keep himself from squishing his smaller roommate.

Dax reached out to steady himself on the headboard. As he did, the cowboy hat hanging on the corner caught his attention. Oh, this was way too good to pass up. Without a second thought he put it on. It fell over his eyes. Oh well.

“We agreed not to abuse my hat anymore!” Jak groaned melodramatically.

“Sorry, pal. Couldn’t resist. I just wanted my first rodeo ta be special, y’know?”

“Yeah, well.” The green-blonde was totally trying not to be amused and totally failing. “We’ll see if you’re fantastically saddle sore tomorrow.”

Dax scoffed. “Are you insinuating I’m not tough enough? Might I point out that I am, officially as of today, able ta sack the quarterback—and I ain’t even on the team!”

That time Jak couldn’t help but laugh breathlessly. “You’re such an ass. I love—” He bit his lip and cleared his throat. “I’d love to see the team’s faces if you said that.”

“They’d be scandalized, Jakkie-boy. So scandalized. We’d hafta get married ta kill the scandal.”

Jak bucked his hips hard and pulled the surprised redhead down on top of himself with the momentum and temporary, pleasure-induced loss of focus. “Didn’t we just start fake dating today?” he chuckled when they were lip to lip, Daxter cradled against his chest. “This is so sudden.”

Not sudden when you’ve been fallin’ for somebody for months, Dax wanted to say. “Eh, we’ll make it work,” he snarked instead, pushing up the hat that had fallen forward and taken up his entire field of vision. “I’d totally demand ta be yer best man if—ah!” He bit his lip hard as Jak’s hands cupped his glutes and tightened, steadily thrusting into him faster and harder. “Ya know, if… if I wasn’t a-already the one m-marryin’ ya…”

“Keira… might look… okay in… a tux,” Jak panted, eyes slit in pleasure. “Dax—”

He clung to Jak, gasping louder and louder as his slickened erection slid up and down the green-blonde’s abs and treasure trail. When he hit his peak it was with the force of a hang glider colliding with the side of a cliff face. He yelled loudly, right in his best buddy’s ear, but as it was Jak’s own name he was yowling Dax didn’t think he’d mind too awfully much.

“Hey, you finally screamed my name,” Jak whispered teasingly into the sweat-damp hair at his temple as Daxter shivered and twitched himself down from his high.

“Well, yeah.” He wheezed, limply draped across Jak, getting both his breath and bearings back after such an eye-crossing, toe-curling, reality-blurring climax. “It’d be… dude. It’d be totally rude if I said somebody else’s name on our honeymoon. Total party foul.”

“So we’re on our honeymoon already? Damn. I better go pro as soon as we get back home or I won’t be able to afford our two point five kids and—”

Daxter shut him up with a deep kiss. “When did you get ta be such a smart ass, playin’ along with my bullshit? It was me, wasn’t it? I did this to myself, teachin’ you too well. I created a monster.”

Jak just hummed affirmingly, his fingers tracing whorls in the small of a freckled back.

The redhead squirmed, suddenly all too aware of the still-firm length inside him. “Uh, pal…?”

“If this is our honeymoon, I have to be a responsible husband, right?” Jak whispered coyly. And the gigantic tease licked a hot stripe up Daxter’s ear.

Dax gasped, grinding down despite himself, and officially gave up caring how sore he might be the next day. He was going to milk the rest of spring break like an overworked margarita lime.

He looked very solemnly down at Jak. “In the words of our favorite ‘teacher’… YOLO.”

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To be continued.

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Outtakes!

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(the next day)

Daxter: Jak, Jak, we gotta go back to the same place for lunch today!

Jak: Why? I thought you wanted to hit Peck—uh, Parker in the eye with citrus.

Daxter: This is different. See, I’m gonna go get a real cheap ring out of a gumball machine or something and put it on, then go start shit about how he was hitting on my husbando. It’ll be like a total telenovela!

Jak: One: I’m not helping you when you get arrested. Two: you do not know enough Spanish for that.

Daxter: (pouts) Spoil sport.

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Jinx: Whoa! Torn!

Torn: For the love of god, what is it now??

Jinx: My delinquent senses are tingling! Somewhere, someone’s doing me proud!

Torn: That’s fascinating. Now get back to work.

Jinx: But it’s spring breeeeeeaaak! I don’t wanna woooooork! This is so unfair!

Torn: Do you want to finish that thesis on time and graduate or not, you worthless chemical-singed man-child bum?!

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(a couple days later)

Daxter: (in line at the airport) Hey, Jak? Did you ever remember to call Phoenix back?

Jak: Oh, shit. No, I totally forgot. Now I really hope it wasn’t anything important.

Daxter: You worry too much. Everything’s fine, I guarantee it!

*thunder rumbles, lightning flashes, eldritch gods stir in the void*

Jak: …you just had to say that, didn’t you.

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