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Pretty Boy

Chapter Title:
A Boomer of a Plan

Pairings involved: Jak/Jinx

Chapter Warnings: Jinx� mouth, cause he should definitely not be allowed
around impressionable youth. And Jak�s raging hormones, cause he definitely
shouldn�t be allowed around drunken boom-boys. *nods sagely* Shounen ai themes.

Short description: Jinx is
drunk and even more talkative than usual. The secret of the blast bot is
revealed�among other things.

�Jinx?�
Jinx had been more
than sociable the whole ride back to his place. He�d been rambling on about
things Jak could not even begin to understand. The younger male could only
guess that it all had something to do with explosives and blowing up things in
general. And although this line of conversation seemed perfectly enjoyable to
the blond bomber, this along with random bouts of snort-induced giggles left
Jak just a little anxious to get Jinx home.
Jinx paused to break
into one of those annoying fits right in the middle of very colorful
explanation of the difference between �plain ol� TNT� and eco-fueled explosives.
This, of course, was in regards to the sheer amount of kinetic energy they
could produce, he pointed out. Jak just wondered exactly what was so funny, but
had refrained from asking. And now here they were standing outside of Jinx�
front door while the older man stared blurry eyed at the keypad.
�Um� you need some
help?�
Jinx just muttered
something incoherent before pressing in the code a little slower and a little
more forcefully than necessary. Jak just pretended not memorize the sequence.
�Ah, home sweet hole
in the wall.� Jinx chuckled and attempted to head up the stairs.
However, the crafty
slabs of wood seemed to be more than a match for the inebriated man. Luckily,
Jak was right behind him. Jak sighed and hoisted the man up, slinging one of
Jinx� rubbery arms over his shoulders and securing an arm around his waist.
They made their way up the stairs and into the apartment at a leisurely pace,
Jinx giggling all the while.
Jak noticed that
Jinx�s skin seemed that much warmer in comparison to the cool night air. The
smell of heated metal and sulfur still clinging to his to him; Jak thought that
maybe he shouldn�t have been so fond of the odor. Jak also thought that maybe
he wasn�t so ready to leave the other man�s side.
Dark had made him
more sensitive to scents. The ability had been helpful most of the time, but in
this case, it was becoming more of an annoyance. Smells brought back memories,
memories that prompted a warm tingle in his belly. His legs were feeling
heavier. If this was any indication of his impending doom, Jak had to drop Jinx
off on the nearest available surface as soon as possible. It wasn�t wise to
keep the man so close for too long. He might do something he�d regret� Again.
As he dragged Jinx
across the room, Jak narrowly missed sending them both flailing to the hard
wood floor and other such nasty looking bits of junk littering the torn
linoleum. But as luck would have it they made it over to the bed where he
gracelessly deposited his intoxicated burden.
�Jinx� is this even
safe?� Jak asked, looking around the apartment for the second time today. The
place looked even more cluttered in the dark. The glow the streetlights outside
had wormed through the rotted wood that barred Jinx� windows giving him barely
enough illumination to make the other man out in the shadows. Jinx was looking
back at him intently or as intently as the liquor in his bloodstream would
allow. �What was I thinking?� Jak started, rolling his eyes. �Of course not.�
Jinx began
unbuckling his boots. �Ah, Pretty-Boy, you think I�m dumb or sumthin�? Don�t
get it confused, sugar. Dumb people don�t last long �round explosives! � At
that he burst into another fit of obnoxious giggles, kicking off his boots
before leaning back on the worn bed. Jinx sighed when the hilarity, that
obviously only he�d been privy to, had passed. He then set about peeling off
his gloves and slinging them to the floor, pulling loose a descent sized blade
he usually kept tucked against his forearm.
Jak watched him go about
the motions of undressing with lazy interest. He couldn�t help the smirk that
appeared on his face. He wanted to stay, but he knew he shouldn�t. Last week
had been good, very good, but it had been a fluke. There was no way he�d be
giving Jinx a chance at a repeat performance. No matter how much he�d been
thinking lately that it might not be that bad of an idea.
�I�m leaving,� Jak
grumbled turning to head for the stairs.
�Hmm...� Jinx huffed
lazily. �I though you wanted to hear how I caught that damned blast bot?�
Jak stopped in his
tracks and turned around. He couldn�t deny that he was interested. Precursors
only knew why.
Jinx was sitting up
again on the edge of the bed, his arms stretched behind him, propping him up.
�It�s a hell of a story, Pretty-Boy. I promise.� The blond grinned at him; Jak
couldn�t tell if it was just sloppy or debauched. But he was leaning toward the
latter. It was in the body language, Jak had seen the man in action enough to
know. Not that he�d taken up the habit of watching the man. It was just the way
his legs were spread; the way his shirt hung off is body. The bottom hem hiked
up just enough to give Jak a view of a pale strip of skin. The top right bit
slouching to the side giving him a better view of that bruise on Jinx�
shoulder. Jinx winked at him and patted the empty spot next to him on the bed.
�C�mere.�
Jak sighed
for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. He was going to regret this
he was sure. There was just something in the way Jinx had said that last word.
Despite himself, his feet were moving and they weren�t heading for the stairs
anymore.

Jinx grinned at him and he ignored it, taking a seat where
the older man had directed him and glancing at him when he didn�t start right
away. The blond cleared his throat, rolled his eyes toward the ceiling and
scratched at his stubble-ridden chin in thought.
�Lesse� The
first time I tried to snag one of those bastards��

�The first time?�
�What?�
�Its just that I
figured that since you�re so�� Jak cut his eyes in Jinx� direction, smirking,
�talented� you captured it the first time.�
A brief chuckle,
�Naw� A true pyrotechnics tech�techni� whatever��
Jak chuckled this
time, Jinx glared at him and continued. ��Takes advantage of a little thing I
like to call trial and error.�
Jak stared
skeptically.
�Fine I�ll skip
those parts.�
Jak raised a brow.
�You wanna hear the
story or not?!�
Jak opened his mouth
to say something but thought better of it.

~oo0oo~

�Um� sir?�
��
�Sir?�
Jinx turned away from
the chaos in front of him and frowned at the rookie Freedom Guard. �What?�
�Maybe we shouldn�t
be so close?�
Jinx raised a brow.
�I�m supposed to be
protecting you. It was just a suggestion.�
Jinx rolled his
eyes. �Look, kid, I don�t need to be babysat. �Specially by you�uh��
�Knox.�
�Knox.� He added
with a sneer. �Tattooed Wonder didn�t tell ya what I�m �pose ta be doing out
here?�
Knox just looked
confused. �Um� I though you were supposed to be studying the blast bot?�
Jinx stood up
dusting off his the front of his pants. Plucking his cigar from his mouth, he
blew smoke in the rookie FG�s direction. The kid choked back a cough prompting
a bawdy laugh from the man. �Figures.�
The young FG just
stared at him.
�Look, just stay
outta my way.�
Lately, the
industrial district had become a hot spot for the Krimzon Guard bots. Whoever
was building these bots had the death and destruction thing down to a fine art.
Now Jinx wasn�t all that keen on the death bit, but the destruction--all the
casualties aside--was quite impressive.
Okay, so �quite
impressive� was an understatement.
But what red blooded
man didn�t get a hard on at the sight of ten pounds of mid grade yellow eco
armored to the teeth and on legs trudging down the middle of Industrial
Boulevard?
Jinx licked his
lips.
It was a shame he
wasn�t going to be able to keep him. Sighing around his cigar, Jinx went for
his bag and pulled it over his shoulders.
�Hey kid, tell the
boys in blue down there that everything is set up and ta get tha hell outta
there, eh.�
Jinx and the kid had
been following Jinx� chosen target from rooftop to rooftop for the last twenty
minutes. If his calculations were right that big boy was set to blow in another
ten. He was going to have to make this quick. The blond bomber stepped up on
the side of the building already starting out on the thin metal grating hanging
over the street below. It was going to be a rough landing even if he did aim it
just right.
Looking up from his
comm unit, Knox was shocked to find his charge already preparing to jump for
it.
�Sir! Sir?! Wha�what
are you doing?!� The red head was half way on the railing. Jinx was already
leaning over the side dropping some strange little device down directly on top
of the bomb bot. Both Knox and Jinx� eyes locked on the blast bot and the
device hit home. The magnetic device stuck firmly to the huge twin gun barrels
on top of the killing machine. The blast bot shuddered a bit as the usually
invisible electromagnetic field flashed briefly before disappearing again.
�Eh, kid!� Jinx
looked back up at Knox with sneer on his face, �What did I tell you? My name is
Jinx.�
And with that Jinx
jumped off the railing after it.
�But�� Knox groaned.
Commander Torn was going to chew his ass if Crazy Bomber Dude went and
got himself killed�or accidentally blew up another one of those bots in
the vicinity of a group of FGs again. The rookie soldier leaned over the side
of the building and watched the guy land directly on top of the bot. He was
almost a little disappointed. Maybe if the guy had landed a little bit further
to the right he wouldn�t have to put up with all this stress anymore.
Then of course he
felt terrible for even thinking that in the first place.
Wait a minute� Had
that guy actually disengaged the electro-field around that thing? Knox raised
an impressed brow. Well at least the rest of the guards had gotten out of the
way this time.
Truthfully, Jinx was
actually a little more than surprised that that little device of his had
actually worked. He hadn�t gotten the chance to test it out on an actual blast
bot, seeing as the things were obviously a pain in the ass to come by. He
hadn�t had any doubt that he aimed his jump perfectly. Though, he could only hope that upon hitting
his landing that a.) he didn�t get the shit shocked out of him by the
unsuccessfully shorted electromagnetic field or b.) get blown to hell.
Though, what did
happen wasn�t completely pain free.
Jinx landed hard.
His boots producing the screeching sound of metal on metal when the bottom of
them scraped the steel frame of the blast bot as he tried to get his footing.
Upon this scramble to not fall to his death, Jinx burned his arm on the super
heated metal of the bot�s twin barrels. And though he hadn�t felt it full on
yet, he�d just gained a nasty gash on his left side from a jutting peace of
armor. All this aside, he still hadn�t been electrocuted or blown to bits. It
had always been the small victories that meant the most.
The bomb�s
detonation mechanism wasn�t synched in with the electric field.
Jinx clicked his
tongue and grinned in triumph. Okay, sure it was a little premature. Sure, he
didn�t have time to be celebrating as he only had less than ten minutes to get
this behemoth open and defused, but he had been right and he quite enjoyed
being right.
You could always
count on the un-enterprising minds of the Krimzon Guard-- mechanized or no. If
he had built this bad boy the field would have most definitely been synced with
the detonation. But there was no sense in griping over something that was going
to make his job easier.
Jinx inched a around
the side of the bot and found that the control panel was ridiculously poorly
hidden. He figured that the KGs didn�t think there was much point to hiding it
when you couldn�t get within five feet of the damned death machine without
getting the hell shocked out of you, blown to dust, or shot full of holes. Using
every bit of his nonexistent flexibility to not only stay on the damned thing but
also reach into his backpack and get a fucking screwdriver, he opened the
panel. Jinx rolled his shoulders back like he wasn�t dangling 20 feet off the
ground and groaned. He was definitely going to feel all this in the morning.
But he couldn�t help
feeling a little giddy. After weeks of tracking these damned things he was
finally going to see what these babies were made of. A satisfied grin stretched
his face as the first rays of yellow eco peeked through. He hardly even noticed
that the bot had stopped it clumsy scuttling and had begun its second stage
assault--shooting those annoying little defrag bombs out in random directions.
Hopefully, those
babies were rigged in with the big boy�s detonation otherwise he�d totally be
up the creek.
He had to admit, he
was more than impressed when he finally realized how the whole boom bit of big
boy was set up. He would almost admit to it being� ingenious. The yellow eco in
side was half frozen. Which meant at one point it had been completely frozen.
There was a heating mechanism that melted and then boiled it to the perfect
temperature until it combusted in waves of heat and lovely destructive energy.
Jinx almost sighed.
It was a beautiful
fucking thing.
It was a damned near
perfect timer.
```
Luckily, Jinx had been prepared even for this scenario. Yellow eco didn�t just freeze just because you dropped the temperature. This state required that you add something to the substance�contaminate the mixture. But in order to refreeze it-- thusly defusing the boom bit of the bot-- all he�d need to add was a little ammonium nitrate.
```
It all came down to
a simple endothermic reaction.
After getting the
newly frozen block of yellow eco out and secured in another container the timer
was unless. In response, the mini bombs died in a pathetic display as the irritating
beeps fizzled into nothingness.
There was a cautious
silence for a moment as the Freedom Guards filed out from their hiding places,
stopping to stare in shock.
�Okay, boys.� Jinx
grinned down at them from his perch atop his new tamed toy. �Let�s pack this
baby up,� he said and he knocked on the lifeless mass of metal. It was then
that the behemoth collapsed taking Jinx down with it.
The FGs snorted and
broke into a bout of half cheers and rowdy laughter.
They were a bunch of
ungrateful bastards.

~oo0oo~

They were both lying
back on the bed staring up at Jinx� cracked ceiling, their legs dangling off
the end.
�You�ve gotta be
drunk.� Jak mused, thinking there was no way that a sober Jinx would have
included that last bit in his grand tale.
Jinx turned his
head and muttered. �What was that?�
Jak smirked, �I said
that blast bot was full of yellow eco?�
�Yeah,� Jinx said.
�S�not the good stuff though. Didn�t see no need to keep it. So I passed the savings
on to you and Commander Pussy-Whipped.� He added with a chuckle.
Jak snorted, trying
in vain to hold back a bark of laughter. �How�d you know that?� This was
definitely not a normal response for Jak, even the teenager was aware of it,
but he just wanted to know was all. He wasn�t entirely sure why he was suddenly
so interested in knowing more about Jinx besides what he�d seen? He wasn�t sure
why Jinx� knowledge of yellow eco had suddenly become so fascinating.
�Know what?� Jinx
yawned. The alcohol was burning its way out of his system leaving him feeling
sleepier and sleepier by the moment.
�That the yellow eco
wasn�t any good?�
Jinx didn�t answer
right away; this of course piqued Jak�s interest even more.
�I dunno.�
�But how�d you know the
difference? You test it or something?�
�No.� Jinx was
starting to sound annoyed� tired and annoyed. �What�s with all the questions,
Blondie?�
Jinx had turned over
on his belly, giving Jak a nice view of his ass. He�d never really been
interested in asses much before but suddenly he was having a change of heart
for some reason. But Jinx� very interesting ass aside, there was something else
drawing his attention now, something written on the small of Jinx� back. Jak had
reached out had grabbed the man�s belt before he knew it, pulling up his shirt
further to get a better look. It was a tattoo, an odd collection of letters and
numbers. Jak ran a finger over the raised skin not even noticing the shudder
this brought. Jinx settled back down in to the mattress, sighing contentedly
and looked back at him over his shoulder.
�Don�t tease, Pretty-Boy.� Jinx looked almost pained.
�What does it mean?�
Jak asked innocently.
Jinx crawled up
further on the bed and turned back over, settling down and getting comfortable.
The sound of empty
boots hitting the floor of the ratty apartment was almost loud enough to make
Jinx wince. Moments later, the bed shifted as Jak made his way up. Soon he was
leaning over Jinx, who was just too tired to care.
Jak just wondered
why it had suddenly become so necessary for him to be closer to the other man.
�Hmm?� Jinx smiled
sleepily.
�What does the
tattoo mean?� But Jak�s eyes were more focused on something else at the moment.
He pressed his gloveless palm pressed against Jinx� right shoulder, fingers
lightly tracing the ring of indentions that had failed to heal much in the last
few days. In doing so, something heavy settled in his chest. He was strangely
proud that Jinx was still wearing the proof of their last encounter. This pride
was quickly turning into something else however-- something warm and tingling
and slowly making its way down.
Jinx chuckled.
�Something tells me you don�t really want me to answer that right now,
Pretty-boy.�
Jak�s curious hand
was already working its way underneath Jinx� shirt. The older man arched
shamelessly into the touch. Jak smirked. Oh, how the tables had turned.
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