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Rule 39	By : grimreaperchibi Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 3977 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: I'm not exactly sure why or how, but I've managed to turn Razer into a combination of Genjyou Sanzo and Daemon Sadi. My Muse looks at me and says, "Duh." I hope that means I'm doing something right.
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Rule #19: If you’re afraid of being caught, don’t do it.
It wasn’t often that Razer found himself with time on his hands. In general, he was simply the type of person who’d rather spend time actively than passively. Life was too short to be spent as a spectator, and he’d already lost a significant part of that life to the person others wanted him to be as opposed to whom he really was. And while the demand for excellence in all things was no longer breathing directly against the back of his neck, he liked being one of the best at whatever he did. That meant spending a lot of time becoming not simply proficient, but actively competent at whatever he’d set his mind to, as well as time spent making sure the skills already acquired didn’t languish under inattention.
That alone should have filled the hours nicely, but he also admitted to a certain amount of paranoia when it came to his school work. Despite having a near flawless academic record, his application to study abroad had been rejected no less than six times. Three more times, he’d been accepted only to have his funding fall through at the last moment. Which was why he was only into the second year of his program while most others his age had already graduated with one degree and were moving on with their lives. Haven University was quite literally his last chance—if he couldn’t make it here… That was a possibility he didn’t let himself think about. Whatever had to be done to stay, he’d do, end of story.
There just wasn’t anything that needed to be done at the moment. The constant influx of homework had been subdued as much as it ever could be. He’d already put both of his cars through their paces to make sure they were running smoothly, so there was nothing to do there either. A long run and an extensive bout of fighting with his shadow had sufficiently worn down the need to move, but the shower, which had been relaxing, had also shaken the lethargy so much physical work usually left behind. So there he was, still absently toweling his hair in the middle of the room, trying to decide what to with the rest of his afternoon.
Had Phoenix been there, the question would have been moot. He would have dragged the other man back into his bed and proceeded to spend the next several hours making him beg before spending a couple more giving him what he’d asked for. Razer had seduced enough novices in his career to know that just because they enjoyed the experience did not mean he necessarily would. Add to that the fact that his partner was a virgin for all intents and purposes, and he had resigned himself to the very real likelihood that he’d be finding true relief elsewhere while Phoenix came to grips with the fundamentals of sex between two men. He went forward anyway, knowing that the long term results were worth the short term disappointments.
Except that wasn’t how it had turned out at all. With the same kind of leaping-without-looking attitude he took to most things with, Phoenix had taken on anything Razer sent his way, ploughing right through and decimating all expectations. Hand jobs and oral sex, frotting, simple fingering to actually taking three fingers and asking for more, the insanely intimate act of rimming… Each had been met with the nerves and hesitation all truly new experiences were, as well as a vocal and visual enjoyment quite unlike any Razer had experienced before. He’d seen people trying too hard, trying to make something they only marginally liked into something more because it was “supposed to be the best part.” Phoenix, however, seemed to genuinely take pleasure from it all. That realization had done horrible things to both Razer’s ego and libido. Hearing, feeling, and seeing a body respond to his touch had always been a heady rush in and of itself. Doing so with his roommate had made him want to push, want more, want to see what else that gloriously sensitive form could do. Ultimately, that had lead to him taking the other’s so-called virginity within a week of deciding Phoenix was more than capable of keeping up. And oh, how wonderful it was to be right…
But the body his mind was so enamoured with wasn’t there at the moment. In fact, it was still probably half way across the state, celebrating another decisive victory over the poor souls that had been sent to stand in the way of Haven U.’s football team. For a group lead primarily by freshmen, they had been doing a fantastic job of working their way toward the division finals at the end of the season. There were high hopes for it, in fact, if the chatter around campus could be trusted. That, of course, meant a good number of away games still to come. Razer hadn’t thought much at the time about how vague the duration of this away period was (“Friday morning to sometime Sunday.”). He was finding it minorly annoying at the moment, though.
Still, when had he ever needed a partner in order to get off? The gratification pay off at the end was different, to be sure, and he’d become somewhat spoiled by the ease with which Phoenix could be seduced. That by no means meant he was hard up for attention. And it had been a while since the focus had centered on actually pleasuring himself rather than simply relieving the tension…
Decision made, Razer tossed his towel aside, running a hand through his hair. He still hadn’t found anything suitable to replace his lost gel and it was getting long, but…he was starting to like the way it felt to have fingers run through it. Phoenix always seemed hesitant to do as such, which was endearing considering he had little problem grabbing a hold of anything else. There wasn’t a mark on his skin, but Razer could still feel where fingers had dug into shoulders as he’d slowly penetrated his roommate, trying to drag them closer together.
He groaned quietly, an unconscious hand sliding across his stomach and down to his rapidly hardening cock. Taking Phoenix was arguably one of the most erotic experiences he’d had in a while, though for the life of him, he had no idea why. Yes, that wonderfully muscled body was exceptionally responsive to him. Yes, there was a certain ecstasy that came with being someone’s first. The knowledge that you were doing something your partner had never experienced before could be a vicious aphrodisiac. There was more to it than that, however. More than the arching spine, the clawing fingers, the impatient shifting that came with wanting more. More than the breathless moans and whimpers and that ecstatic cry of his name as—
He groaned again, abruptly pushing the thought away. As pleasurable as it was, he really didn’t want to come quite yet, and certainly not while standing in the middle of his room. With one last squeeze, he let himself go, his thoughts turning instead to what else he wanted to feel. If he was going to do this, he might as well have some fun with it along the way. That was rather the point, after all. He was still somewhat hesitant to pull out the benign looking bag from his wardrobe, though. It was a ridiculous feeling to have—he was alone in his own room and it wasn’t anyone else’s business but his own on how he chose to pleasure himself sexually. He was actively sleeping with his roommate, who had already been informed about how high his sex drive was. There was absolutely nothing to hinder or stop him from doing whatever he damn well wanted. And still, there was that prick of pain in his side.
He shook the trepidation off. It was nothing more than an old caution that had no place here and now. Razer refused to feel bad as he picked his choice from the myriad of things in the bag. He retrieved a couple condoms and the bottle of lubricant from his dresser before settling onto his bed. There had certainly been more interesting things in his collection than the simple plug he held now, but he wasn’t really interested in an endurance test or seeing how many times he could force himself to come. Just a bit of pressure from something large enough to count, yet small enough that he wasn’t going to walk with a hitch later. With the aid of a little lube, he pulled one of the condoms over the toy itself before fitting the second on himself. A bit pointless for going solo, maybe, though it would make clean up later just that much easier.
Satisfied with his setup, Razer stretched out on his bed and just enjoyed the feel of his sheets against his skin. He didn’t act like it often, but he was quite the tactile person. The rumble and heat of a good engine, the smooth, almost silky grade of a fresh piece of paper, the slick softness of sweat-dampened skin… He was absolutely fascinated by how it felt to have Phoenix’s hair twined through his fingers. Most of his previous experience with long hair was of the thick type that liked to curl, either dry and coarse because it wasn’t taken care of at all or so over-slicked with wax and gel it was like sticking his hand into used oil. Neither case was particularly pleasing, so he had been instantly surprised by the soft, silken texture of his roommate’s hair.
Not just his hair. His lips, his tongue, the delicate skin just under his jaw… Razer hummed in pleasure, only marginally aware that his own fingers were tracing the same path on his body as his mental ones were on the Phoenix of his imagination. Across a broad chest to gently roll already stiff and sensitive nipples before fluttering along the definition in the stomach to watch the muscles contract at the teasing, trailing along inner thighs, somehow paler than his own, that parted of their own volition. The contented hum became a breathy huff as his hands moved lower, one bypassing his erection to cup his balls while the other slowly stroked along his shaft. That probably felt better than it had a right to at the moment, and it wasn’t long before he wanted something more. The thicker gel he preferred in his lubricants was smeared across his fingers. His back arched, his heels dug into the mattress, and he groaned rather loudly as he began prepping his own body.
It had been a while since he’d been the one to take anything of significant size, but his muscles warmed and relaxed readily enough. He was panting softly by the time he pulled his fingers away, confident in his body’s acceptance of the next object. Another groan pulled itself from his throat as the tip pushed in with little resistance. Too long, apparently, since the last time he’d been the taken instead of the taker, given the intense pleasure building up in the base of his spine. Something of a breathless whine escaped him when the largest part of the flair slipped inside, giving a feeling of being filled without being unduly stretched.
He gave himself a minute to adjust and breathe. Not yet. He didn’t want to come yet, not matter how good that had just felt. And it felt so damn good that he reached back to pull it out a little just so that he could push it back in, ignoring the burst of noise out in the hallway. The hand still wrapped around himself tightened reflexively. One more time… Just one more time and then he’d do something else.
The sound of a key jamming itself into a lock registered a couple seconds too late. The lock slid open, and with it, the door at the same time Razer’s body followed through with the “one more time” command. He wasn’t entirely successful at choking back his gasp—that had been a little harder than he’d wanted, but it felt great nonetheless—costing him time he’d probably never had to begin with. The rush of embarrassment heated his ears and cheeks long before he heard his roommate say,
“Hey, Raze—whoa…”
Razer glared at Phoenix, who was still standing in the open doorway, trying to work up the annoyance to actually speak. A lucky grab found his previously discarded towel to drag over his lap even as he found his words. “Either get in or get out. I’m not giving a free show to the entire damn floor.”
That seemed to bring the other back from whatever mental vacation he’d just taken. He looked entirely too thoughtful with his mouth still opened, yet it closed again without a word, as did the door. Razer tried to relax back into his bed with an arm over his eyes. Just what he’d wanted to deal with, being walked in on while in a completely vulnerable position. Despite all his earlier assertions, he felt cornered and flustered, for both being caught and for feeling distressed in the first place. He should have trusted his instincts and known this wasn’t going to go smoothly. Now he was all revved up and too self-conscious to do anything about it. The silence was somehow condemning as Phoenix dropped his gear.
“You know,” a soft voice, much too amused for its own good, but nothing else, “if you wanted some alone time, you could’ve put a sock on the doorknob or something.”
He lifted his arm to give the other man an irritated look. Phoenix was leaning against the bed, bent down so he could see into the darkened space of the bottom bunk. It was galling to see him so calm and unaffected. “I’m not in the habit of advertising whenever I get laid. To be honest, I was expecting not to see you until well after sundown. Not going to celebrate victory with your team?”
That earned him a surprised look. “How’d you know we won?”
“You underestimate how quickly news travels on this campus, particularly when it pertains to idols.”
Phoenix laughed. “Yeah, it’s a little weird. But then again, the whole sport’s weird. Can’t complain though; it got me here. And we did celebrate, though Jak apparently doesn’t think it as enough and now wants pizza.” There was a conspiratorial grin. “I think he just wants an excuse to harass Daxter at his job and show off.”
“And may he have fun with that,” Razer deadpanned.
“Oh, come on.” The grin fell to pleading pout. “You always eat in the cafeteria. A couple of slices of pizza won’t hurt you. Besides, I heard the lady who runs the place can kill people with breadsticks. It’ll be dinner and a show!”
“I really must decline,” was the sour reply. “I’m not exactly…fit…to go anywhere.”
“Well, we got a couple hours…and I wouldn’t mind seeing that free show of yours first.”
It was said so casually that it took Razer a minute to understand what he was talking about. Then there was another wash of embarrassment to fight back as the implications instantly had his body back at full attention. “Are you sure you just want to watch?” he asked quietly, not sure what the hell he was thinking, if he was thinking at all.
For the first time, Phoenix started to show signs of self-awareness, a definite pink tinge coming to his cheeks. “Yeah, I want to watch you. Unless you don’t want me to…”
That sounded suspiciously like a challenge despite the backtracking. And Razer was supremely unwilling to back down from this one, his embarrassment be damned. He pulled the towel from his lap, deliberately catching his roommate’s eye before taking his rather unhappy erection in hand once more. “Then take a seat and I’ll give you a show,” he said with more confidence than he felt.
While Phoenix made a grab for a chair, Razer rearranged himself on the bed. His bedding and pillows were pushed up against the wall so he had something comfortable to lean against as his feet swung out over the edge of the mattress. He smiled at the small squeak the other made when he noticed the change of position. Fair was fair; if Phoenix got to watch him, he got to watch Phoenix. And then he wondered if that had been the intent, since his roommate had chosen to straddle one of the desk chairs, folding his arms on the backrest and resting there. The intent look he was giving Razer was still enough to make him want to hide under the towel again.
He forced himself to relax back. He was still hard and the shift in position had also shifted the pressure caused by the plug. He rocked his hips back against it with a hiss before arching into his hand. Slow. Easy. Steady pressure from base to tip and back again. Breathe. Do it again. He sighed, settling into a rhythm.
“Can…can I ask you some things?” Phoenix sounded a bit breathless with his soft request.
“Communication is key to being kinky,” Razer murmured back, pleased to see the lingering blush darken. “Ask.” If only so he could hear the tension in the other man’s voice and focus on something other than feeling awkward.
“Do you… Do you think about…people…when you do this?”
“I was thinking about you earlier.” Ooh, that made the flush race right up Phoenix’s ears. “If you had been a little quicker in your return, I’d be putting on a very different show for you right now.” And that had the other shifting in his seat. Not as cool as he appeared to be, then. It took a bit for the next question to come up.
“Has your interest always been in men?”
“Yes,” he huffed as his fingers firmly rubbed the underside of his shaft, focusing in on a spot right under the head. “Though if it’s genetic or simply circumstantial, I have no idea.”
That made the other sit up and take notice. “Circumstantial?”
Razer swore silently, but he’d been the one to open that course of dialogue. “My educational career was not exactly co-ed. From primary through secondary, I attended only all-male schools. The women I was meant to fawn over never held my interest, simpering idiots that they were. I have found little to want in the company of the feminine gender since.”
“How old were you?”
“Fourteen. My roommate, Steffan,” he added before the question could be voiced. “It was habit to room the younger students with older ones to ease the adjustment process. I had dropped out of class for the afternoon for much the same reason he had. Given that I could barely think at all at the time, I didn’t hesitate to accept his offer for a bit of mutual help.” And tall, beautiful, strong Steffan had shown him more than the wonders of sex.
“How…long did you stay together?”
“We roomed together for two years. He abruptly transferred one spring, but we were hardly exclusive.” So it hadn’t hurt that much when he’d just disappeared. He scowled a bit at the look on his roommate’s face, the one that always came to someone’s face in association with the word ‘slut.’ And maybe he was, but that didn’t stop him from bristling. “I wasn’t exaggerating my sex drive—it’s not four or five times a week. I was talking about four or five times a day. It’s why I rarely have a single relationship. I can’t expect someone else to keep up with me when I barely can.”
There was a thoughtful pause. A reconsideration of the information presented. “I thought you were trying to scare me,” Phoenix confessed.
“I have found ways to deal with it, but I assure you it is a real medical condition, the name of which escapes me at the moment.” That wasn’t the only thing he couldn’t remember. Why was he talking about all this? Now, of all times? It was getting harder to think period, to pay attention to something other than the tension knotting his lower belly and the hot ache of arousal crawling up his spine.
“And if you don’t?”
“It becomes all I can think about, though I have never blatantly embarrassed myself by coming in class.”
“How do you deal with it with your schedule?”
“I keep a vibrator and condoms in my bag. The gap between classes is more than enough time to get rid of the tension myself.”
“You have…” Phoenix looked decidedly uncomfortable in his seat, unconsciously shifting in time to the draw of Razer’s hand. He pounced on the opportunity to make it worse.
“Yes, I have a vibrator, among many other things I like to use on myself,” he purred, starting to move more impatiently. “All it takes is an empty bathroom and a few seconds of prep to have it sliding in and out the way I need it to.” Oh yeah, he had Phoenix imagining that now even though his eyes were still glued to the movement of his hips, which were trying to get just that much more from the object pressed inside him. He smiled when the other opened his mouth to say something, only to have it entangled by some other thought.
Phoenix’s voice was distinctly rougher when he asked, “You like…?”
“I find pleasure through giving as much as in receiving. A dumb child does not simply crawl into someone else’s bed and expect to be a dominant force. If you asked, I would let you take me.” He liked the way Phoenix swallowed hard at that thought. “Or maybe…you’d like to watch someone take me?” He grinned at the sharp gasp, knowing it was sadistic and completely not caring. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Watching something thick and hard split me open over and over again. But it’d be mean to just leave you all by yourself in a corner. I’d be more than happy to suck you off at the same time. Then you’d really be able to see how I can take it.”
There was absolutely no more pretense as Phoenix pulled himself free from his pants, completely hard and leaking an impressive amount of precome. “Razer—”
“I wouldn’t leave you with just that. After you’ve come down my throat, or maybe across my face, I can get you hard again and let you be the one to fill my ass while I go down on our third friend.” He was panting himself, amazed he could get the words strung together in a cohesive manner. He was so close and it seemed like Phoenix wouldn’t be far behind him. “But I promised a show, not a story, didn’t I?”
He didn’t give himself time to rethink. Razer caught his heels on the edge of the bed frame and arched his back. Legs spread wide to give him stability, he reached back and once more began sliding the toy in and out. It didn’t take more than a few good thrusts to be pushed past the point of no return. He cried out as the white-hot pleasure ripped through his system, sharp in its intensity, yet unable to stop grinding against it all the same. Everything throbbed in time with his heartbeat, prolonging the sensation of coming for a while after he’d milked himself dry. A perfect moment to force another orgasm if he was so inclined, and a part of him want that. But he didn’t push, letting the edge wear off, which left a pleasant numbness behind as overly tense muscle started to relax. He forced himself to take a deep breath against the light-headedness that followed.
It probably wasn’t the smartest move he’d ever made, but he pulled the toy free before his body was ready to release it, adding a distinct ache to the otherwise blissful calm he felt. Better that then tempting fate again. His legs stretched back out as he resettled on the bed to finish watching his show. Phoenix honestly wasn’t that far behind him, but far enough that Razer had time to appreciate a couple small details. Like the teeth anchored in a lower lip to stifle sound and the dark flush that highlighted ears tipped down in pleasure. Or the death grip on the backrest with one hand while the other hurriedly worked his erection. He saw the tell-tale convulsive spasm right before the stifled groan and each gentle squeeze as Phoenix shuddered through his own orgasm.
He watched the other’s world settle again. Slowly, slightly dazed blue eyes drifted up and noticed his attention. He couldn’t help but laugh as Phoenix instantly straightened up in shock and chagrin. Served him right as far as Razer was concerned, even if this had been something of a mutually reached decision. He pulled himself from the bed and offered his roommate the previously discarded towel. Clean up was performed in a comfortable silence, though Phoenix studiously would not look at him again, the lingering colour on his ears and cheeks a clear enough indication that what had just happened had caught up with him. By contrast, Razer felt almost none of his earlier embarrassment. At least, not enough to stop himself from whispering into Phoenix’s ear, “And that’s just the free show.”
To his roommate’s credit, he only jumped a little, looking at him with wide eyes. “What the next one cost?”
Razer said nothing, mostly because he’d been teasing and hadn’t thought that far ahead. Maybe it would be worth his while to figure it out. Instead, he just smiled and pulled the other in for a throat swabbing kiss. They were both a bit breathless by the time it ended, but the last bit of shyness seemed to have worked itself out…
“So…do I get to see all these other fun things you have?”
…or not. He ignored the clench in his stomach and refused to acknowledge the sudden warmth in his cheeks. “I will not lend them to you.”
“What?! No! That wasn’t what I meant at all! I was just—” Phoenix groaned and slapped a hand over his face. “Bloody hell, man. Tell me to mind my own damn business already, will you?”
And miss this endearing little display of nerves? Never. Besides, he’d been the one to say they needed to talk on several occasions now, encouraging Phoenix to question. He wasn’t going to slap the other man down for it now. So he swallowed his own nerves, pulled the bag from its hiding spot and presented it for his roommate’s perusal before busying himself with getting dressed. He tried telling himself it really meant nothing, that an open dialogue between partners was nothing to be self-conscious of…and he didn’t believe a word of it in the slightest.
“How the hell did I not know you owned all this stuff?” Phoenix finally asked.
Razer turned away, thankful for the shirt he was pulling on temporarily blocking out the other. “I’ve paid the price for indiscretion once already. It’s not an experience I look forward to ever repeating.”
The silence came back, slightly oppressive this time. The absolute still Phoenix displayed might have been nice under different circumstances. Now, it grated. And there was only so long he could fuss before having to turn back and face whatever was causing that silence. Experience had him expecting many things when he finally looked back. Questions, revulsion, and the whole gambit in between was what he was prepared for. There was nothing of that kind, however, waiting for him. It was just Phoenix leaning against a desk, idly toying with his necklace like he was the one waiting for something. The bag had been set aside, closed and placed unobtrusively out of the way. He brightened up noticeably when he once more became aware that Razer was looking at him, his easy smile putting all the questions about where his thoughts had been to rest before they could start.
“So, you ready for that dinner and a show?”
Completely thrown off his stride, Razer found himself nodding, following quietly behind as they met up with Jak and meandered their way to their ultimate destination. He really wasn’t that interested in the food, participated in the conversation just enough to be polite, and they honestly stayed far too late for common courtesy, but he’d had worse nights out that were far less entertaining. It had been very worthwhile to watch the woman who apparently ran the place threaten her employees in creative ways with the options available to her within the confines of the store, even if she was obviously sweet on one more than the other. Even more interesting was watching the interaction between Jak and Daxter, which even the most conservative description would still call flirting. It was all friendly, nearly painfully so, though wasn’t it fascinating that neither noticed how they kept making excuses to interrupt one another?
It wasn’t until they were all walking back that he finally pinned down the bizarre quiver that had been sliding through his veins for the entire evening as a sense of relaxation rather than stress. Like a muscle that had been held too tense for too long, the act of releasing that tension had caused a wobble. A very dangerous wobble—one he could ill afford to let linger. Yet when Phoenix turned to yell at him to hurry up, it crossed his mind that maybe this once, it wouldn’t be so bad to let that instability remain. Not indefinitely, never that, and not completely either, but for the rest of the night, he could let go of that wall he’d created to keep himself separated and enjoy the company of those around him. Tomorrow was soon enough to remember why that wall existed in the first place.
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