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Keep Talking	By : sillyneko345 Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 6850 -:- 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-Keep Talking
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Ch. 7
- 8-Epilogue
- 3
- 4
- 5
AN: I swear it seems like I blink, and three months have gone by since the last update. How does that happen, I ask you? I wish it would quit.
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Kuromei: Razer totally would burn his spatula. Burn it, douse the ashes in bleach, and flush the ashy sludge down the toilet. lol
Franko: I’m glad it makes you laugh! I always like to hear that. Yes, Daxxie does deserve some top time. He gets so little of it under normal circumstances.
Tainted_Emerald: Try not to feel too sorry for Razer. This will be one of those stories he can laugh about years down the road—after he’s burned his sofa and all the pillows that were on it. Glad you approve of Jak’s submissive side peeking out, too. He does have one, it’s just… very deeply buried, most of the time.
Kami Count D: Sorry it’s taken me so long. I really should learn to tackle one project fic at a time… Thanks so much for reading!
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Characters: Belong to Naughty Dog, Inc.
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When Rayn arrived at base the next day there was a distinct lack of sunshine and rainbows about her. She glanced icily at Jak as she sashayed into the kitchen area, her message crystal clear without needing to utter a single word. The racer sank lower into his chair at the table. Despite the guilt that still pestered him over the unintentional cock-block the evening before, he had to fight back a laugh. He and Dax hadn’t meant to ruin her and Razer’s moment, and she was probably about to out them to the rest of the team, but the look on her face had been priceless.
“So, how did the date go?” Keira asked as Rayn hung her stylish jacket on the back of a free chair. “Did you go out for dinner? See a movie?”
“Get dropped on my ass?” Rayn muttered.
Jak choked on his coffee.
Ashelin’s red brows arched in amusement as she took her own seat, toast in hand. “Alright, this I have to hear.”
“Oh, it was nothing, really. A minor speed bump in the road. Every first date has them.” She shot a sharp glance at the green-blonde hiding his grin behind the morning paper. “I trust it won’t happen again.”
“Of course it’ll happen again.” Ashelin smirked around her toast. “That’s how it goes, isn’t it? At first they’re all suave and charming, romancing you—then they get what they want, and before long they’re trying to make you sleep in the wet spot.”
Torn gave her a sour look from the direction of the coffee pot.
“Yes, well. Romantic philosophy is not, in fact, what brings me here today.” Rather haughtily, Rayn collected a clipboard from her bag. “I thought to begin discussing the upcoming race. As you know, we’re doing astonishingly well. I would like to continue the trend. The next race is very important; it will be a qualifier for the next round. A trophy here is essential.”
“What did you have in mind?” Keira asked.
“I have with me a list of all the latest vehicle mods available on the market, and a list of some that are not, if you understand me. With my… connections… I can have them delivered to the garage by this afternoon. If you are all agreeable?”
“I’ll be polishing my ratchets in anticipation,” Keira grinned. “Alright with everyone else?”
Jak swigged the last of his coffee and cast the folded newspaper aside. “Sounds like a plan. I’ll go make sure Dax and Sig are up and running. Meet in the garage at noon.”
On the whole, the morning was turning out much better than he had expected. Pleasantly surprised by the lack of a messy confrontation, the racer left Rayn and Keira at the table talking shop and headed upstairs to account for the two missing members of his team.
“Rise and shine, Sig.” He knocked at the heavy door of the burly man’s room politely but insistently. He needed Sig to get up, but he didn’t need Sig to open the door and throw something at his head to stop any obnoxious pounding. “Rayn’s got a shipment of parts headed our way. Shop day.”
A deep groan issued from within. “Five more minutes, chili pepper. That’s all I want. Just five more minutes.”
“Maybe you should quit watching monster movies until three in the morning,” Jak muttered good-naturedly. Well, that was Sig taken care of. Now he just needed to find his favorite redhead.
Said redhead, surprisingly, appeared in the hall of his own free will a moment later. He yawned hugely, one hand over his mouth while the other clutched a change of clothes. “Mornin’, Jak. Figured I better get up ‘fore ya had a chance ta come an’ start pokin’ at me.”
“Smart choice.” Jak fell into step beside him as they approached the bathroom. “Rayn just showed up. Looks like a shop day.”
“New mods?” Daxter asked, kicking the door shut behind them.
“Tons. She’s really intent on winning next week.”
“Yeah, yeah. When’s she gonna learn that the Demolition Duo an’ company don’t lose?” The shower was cranked to maximum water-hogging efficiency and Daxter stepped in, shedding boxers on the way. “I’m surprised she didn’t come up here with the express purpose of killin’ us both. Bet that thump last night bruised her fancy little buns pretty good.”
Jak smiled, sneaking a peek at his own personal favorite set of buns in all their pale-skinned glory before the shower curtain was whisked into place and blocked his view. “Believe it or not, she hasn’t said anything yet. Well, other than thinly veiled warnings and cryptic threats. The usual.”
“Wow. Here I was thinkin’ our bodies would be hidden at the bottom of a dumpster before noon. Wonders never cease. But, uh… since yer in here now…” An impish, freckled face popped back into view. “Care ta join me?”
“I showered an hour ago, thanks.”
“Extra bubbles never hurt nobody. Ya suuure? I can wash yer back. Among other things.”
Jak planted his hip against the sink and crossed his arms with a chuckle. “I’m sure. I learned my lesson about you and showers. If I came in there we wouldn’t stagger out until the parts got here and Keira came pounding on the door looking for us.”
“Y’know, sometimes it really is too bad that ya know me so well.” Dax grinned ruefully and pulled back behind the curtain. “Ah, well. When yer right, yer right, Jakkie-boy. We’ll be good boys today an’ work on the cars. Besides… we got a little date this evening anyway. I think I promised ya somthin’ special tonight, didn’t I?”
“I don’t know. Did you?” Jak asked easily, but his stomach clenched.
“Oh, totally. Somethin’ real special fer my best pal. Once all the work’s done I figure we can have dinner with the crew all casual, then slip out back ta Sandover.”
“Yeah?” He already liked the sound of this.
“Yeah. Privacy’s at a premium around here an’ I don’t guess you want the whole building knowin’ what we’re up to. I plan on makin’ Mr. Strong an’ Silent not so silent, if ya get my drift.”
“Oh, really.” Jak swallowed tightly. This line of conversation was doing nothing to quell the flutters of nervous anticipation. He knew that there were still hours and hours left to wait (it was barely past breakfast after all) but the tantalizing hints were more than enough to firmly peak his interest right here and now.
Behind the curtain Daxter splashed and scrubbed obliviously—or, knowing him, not. “Well, I figure gettin’ you all by yer lonesome’s a good place ta start. All alone up in yer old bedroom in the dark, just me an’ you. And a little bitty bit of light from the lantern. I wanna be able ta see ya when you get all pillow-lipped an’ bedroom eyed.”
Jak’s eyelids had already slid down to half mast as he listened to his friend’s voice. Daxter always had been an excellent storyteller.
“I’ll lay ya out on that nice, soft bed an’ pull off yer clothes reeeal slow. Can’t rush a show like that. All that nice tan skin showin’ a little bit at a time… mmm. Gonna kiss every square inch I can reach. That’s all the inches, y’know. Gonna make you squirm real good, big guy.”
He was hard pressed not to squirm already. The racer shifted against the sink cabinet, hands clenching on the edge of it as he tried his best to ignore the tell-tale tightening of his pants. Still he was unwilling to turn and walk out.
Daxter’s voice had dropped to a contented, husky purr. “Oh, yeah. Gonna play with that gorgeous cock. Didn’t know cocks could be gorgeous, but yers is, all heavy an’ hard an’ warm. I’ll suck it… lick it… rub it, ‘til it’s drippin’. But ya can’t come yet. That’ll ruin the fun. Yer gonna hafta wait ‘til I bust out the oil an’ spread yer legs. You’ll spread yer legs for me, won’t ya, Jak?”
Jak found himself nodding, eyes tightly closed as his stance shifted wider on the spot. Sweet Precursors, this was hot. He had never imagined that just listening to Daxter’s voice could be so arousing. And the redhead seemed to realize his power. There was a lazy smirk behind his words now.
“I’ll slick my hand up real good an’ slide my fingers in real slow. You’ll be tight, so I’ll go just one at a time. Just thrust in an’ out’a that tight ass as slow as I want to. You’ll be beggin’ me ta fuck ya by the time I’m through.” For the first time, Daxter’s breath hitched. “Damn it, Jak, wish I could fuck ya right now.”
“And that,” Jak gritted, forcing himself not to drop his pants and start the adventure right there on the spot, “is your own fault.”
“Can’t blame a guy fer dreamin’, babe.”
“Only a dream until tonight.” Jak smiled shakily at the utter silence that followed his promise. He pushed off from the sink and opened the door easily, body infused with the lingering warmth of arousal and anticipation that was sure to simmer for the rest of the day. “See you in the garage.”
“Cock tease.” The petulant mutter followed him out. “I trained ya too well.”
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Thanks to their impromptu bout of phone-sex-minus-phone, Jak spent the afternoon in the garage a bit more spaced out than would have been usual for a cool, calm, top-notch racer of his caliber. However, it wasn’t the first time a redheaded flirt had distracted him out there, so he made due. Another balm on his embarrassment was the fact that Daxter seemed equally hyper-aware of him. By unspoken agreement they went to opposite ends of the large bay to work, Daxter assisting Sig for a change and Jak alternating between his favorite ride, the Javelin X, and helping Ashelin with hers.
Coincidentally, they didn’t seem to be the only ones dancing around each other.
Ashelin and Torn, having started the morning off right with a good round of insults in the kitchen, were now on a collision course for rough sex in the storage closet. The snippy conversation flew thick and fast. Torn tugged her legitimately visible thong when less than half the team was looking. Ashelin stole the shop cloth out of his back pocket and swatted him in the face with it. He stole it back, rolled it up, and snapped her butt.
“Sheesh, is there somethin’ in the air today, or what?” Daxter grumbled as he and Jak passed in the aisles between cars.
Jak fought down a chuckle at the pouty look on his redhead’s face. He knew Dax was sore about keeping their own relationship on the down low. Knowing him, he was probably jealous that he couldn’t be harassing Jak just as much. The racer made a mental note to make it up to Daxter at the first possible opportunity—the contemplation of which successfully took up the rest of his functioning brainpower again. That was probably why he didn’t see Ashelin coming when she kissed him.
It was the most fleeting contact of lips on lips, preceded and followed after by her laughter as she gauged the dumbfounded look on Torn’s face. “You snooze, you lose, Torn. Jak’s the one helping me, so Jak gets the kisses.”
“Ashe!” Jak pulled his face out of reach, twitching his ears in annoyance. Such a thing wouldn’t have been entirely unwelcome a year ago, but now that they were both spoken for it fell outside the lines of acceptable.
Torn’s expression said she wasn’t going to make it to the storage closet before being ravished. “You, Ms. Praxis, are an incorrigible tease.” He grinned predatorily. “Do you have any idea how we’d deal with little flirts like you in the forces?”
“I’m sure I don’t. Perhaps you’ll have to educate me sometime.” She sashayed past him, hips swaying overtime in grease-splattered work pants that were only marginally less suggestive than her normal attire.
Keira groaned, dropping her face into her palm. “Could you two be a little more obvious? I don’t think the people across the street know you want to shag each other stupid yet.”
Unfortunately for her sarcasm, it didn’t even get a chance to fall upon deaf ears. Ashelin and Torn were already gone, slipping out the garage with a quick snap of the door latch.
“Why don’t we just take a break?” Jak said tiredly. Better that they simply accept the loss of two of the team for the next hour or so than fight the inevitable. “We’ve been working for hours. It’s almost time for dinner anyway.”
“Good idea, chili pepper.” Sig was out from under his vehicle in seconds. “Speaking of dinner, I’m starved. Since it’s my turn to rustle up a menu, I hereby proclaim that tonight is barbeque night!” He rubbed his hands together delightedly. “Hope you cherries are in the mood for some spice.” With that he made for the door, Princess the lurker dog bounding gleefully beside him.
Jak stood staring after him. “He’s been planning that, hasn’t he?”
“Since yesterday.” Keira polished the dust out of her goggles. “He came home with two sacks of ribs and brisket, and half a ton of unlabeled spice bottles.”
“Great. I’ll kiss my taste buds goodbye. Spargian barbeque is—” And then Jak noticed what was missing from the suddenly quiet garage. “Hey, Keira? Where’s Daxter?”
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At that particular moment, Daxter was punching Ashelin’s face in. He was ripping out her perfect little dreadlocks at the roots, wiping the spoiled-girl smirk off her perfect red lips with his knuckles, taking a baseball bat to all the perfect new mods on her perfect, awesome ride.
Or, so he would have liked to be doing.
Daxter contented himself with the small satisfaction of playing through all those lovely scenarios in his mind as he stalked down sidewalks and across streets, headed for uptown Kras with a freshly laundered throw pillow under his arm. How dare she? How dare that grabby little princess even think of kissing Jak again? Jak was so far off limits now it wasn’t even funny! It wasn’t even like Tattooed Wonder had quit putting out and she was desperate for some sugar—she was just using Jak to make Torn jealous. The casual way she had planted her poaching lips on his boyfriend made Daxter’s teeth grind.
The further he got from their garage, though, the more a tiny prick of guilt warred with his anger.
I hope Jak won’t mind that I took off for a few without tellin’ him. I guess I probably should’a said somethin’. But if I hadn’t got out’a there right then, he’d be even madder at me, ‘cause there would’a been a cat fight right there in the garage. Cat fight? Cat ‘n dog fight? Cat ‘n ottsel fight? Whatever, I’d have started a fight. Then everybody’d wanna know why I was beating Ashelin to a pulp, an’ then they’d find out that me an’ Jak are an item, an’ then Jak would be pissed times two. So… Steppin’ out ta clear my head is totally better than that, right?
Mostly consoled that he had made one of those “good judgment calls” Tess was always talking about, Daxter continued on his way. The lights were starting to flicker on in the stylish, modern apartments of upper Kras City when he finally trudged his way up a stately flight of steps and onto the porch that fronted a large garage.
“It would’a been so much easier ta take the warp gate,” he groused under his breath as he pounded firmly on brightly painted wood. The door opened a minute later, and the redhead held up the cushion as if on cue. “Hey, Smokey. I brought yer pillow back.”
Razer stared silently, eyes wide and unreadable.
“Yeah, I know, it was super nice of me ta bring it all the way back here for ya. I even cleaned it fer no extra fee. Shows what a nice guy I am, huh?”
Slowly, very slowly, Razer held the door open wider and stepped aside. “In,” he growled, pointing firmly into the depths beyond. “Now.”
Daxter smirked coyly, dredging up sarcasm to cover the annoyance that still lingered. “Aww, Razer, I thought you’d be so mad after last night you’d never let me back in yer house again. Do ya like me that much?”
“In!”
“Okay, okay, sheesh. Just fer a minute, though, okay? I gotta get back before Jak misses me.”
A dark scowl was Razer’s only answer as Daxter and the newly restored pillow stepped inside. Little did the redhead realize, as he casually made his way to a seat at the racer’s kitchen table, that across town a different racer had already missed him on an epic scale.
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To be continued.
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(2^nd)AN: Sorry for the long pause in updating this one, guys. And that it’s a shorter chapter. Personal life has been a bit hectic as of late. I’ll try not to let another three months ooze by before updating again.
Outtakes!
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Jak: Wow, Rayn, it’s really nice of you not to be mad about… that one thing that happened last night.
Rayn: Not at all, Darling. A simple mistake. No harm done.
Jak: Well, thanks a lot. We owe you one. See you in the garage! (drinks coffee and walks out)
Torn: … okay, what’s going on? Why were you so nice about that?
Rayn: I poisoned the coffee.
Torn: Fffffffffft!!! (spews coffee on Ashelin)
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Sig: Damn it, I’m so damn tired.
Jak: Maybe you should lay off the monster movie marathons and get some sleep.
Sig: Monster movies? I haven’t been watching monster movies.
Jak: Well, someone’s been up in the middle of the night watching them. And they’re racking up the pay-per-view account.
Sig: …..
Princess: (wags tail innocently) :3
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Daxter: So, Jak? Did my awesome dirty talk get you in the mood? Will you be thinking about me all day and just hoping the night comes soon?
Jak: Actually, I’m hoping you can walk the walk just half as good as you talk the talk. If you can, I’ll be both shocked and overjoyed.
Daxter: … you are a HORRIBLE boyfriend, you know that?
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Sig: Totally makin’ dinner, cherries! Woo-hoo!
Keira: I don’t know what you’re so excited about. It’s just barbeque.
Jak: Sig’s making Spargian barbeque?! Oh, shit! Everybody run!
Keira: What? Jak, what in the world—?
Jak: No time to explain! We have to get out of here before he fires up the flamethrowers! Come with me if you want to live!
Keira: I am surrounded by macho morons…
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Daxter: Aww, Razer, you still like me? I knew we were good pals!
Razer: Yes, of course I still like you, Daxter. Won’t you please come inside for a cheerful visit? There’s a gun—er, a GLASS of wine in the kitchen with your name on it!
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