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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
- 5
- 6
- 7
AN: Seems like I turn my back on this for five minutes and then a month or more has gone by. Hate it when that happens.
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Amaronith: Dax and Razer are totally bros, though neither would admit it under pain of torture. Glad you’re enjoying the romcom feels!
Grimreaperchibi: I sincerely apologize for turning you to the Razer side. But hopefully neither you nor he will have to shoot Jak and Daxter. Razer is too pretty to go to jail and I know you can’t miss work to serve time for murder.
Kuromei: I’m sure Keira would let you borrow her tire iron. And then Razer might borrow it from you to knock some sense into a redhead.
Kamicountd: Sorry about the cliffhanger! Really I am. No more of that this time. And a threesome between those three, eh? Sounds intriguing…
Tainted_Emerald: Razer is definitely warming up to Dax, much to his mortification. Glad you enjoyed the chapter! They’re getting easier, if only I can find time to work on them.
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Characters: Belong to Naughty Dog, Inc.
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It was easier than Jak had expected to get back to the garage. There were no near falls from the zoomer, no nausea from his passenger, no trouble from anyone or anything. He even managed to obey all the traffic control devices that crossed his path, something he admittedly was usually less than stellar at. Daxter snuggled up to his back, nuzzling into his hair, helped with the usual lead-foot tendencies. He wouldn’t act like an idiot while carrying precious cargo.
When they cruised in behind the garage it was strangely dark and quiet. Only two lights shone down from the upper windows of the base, odd for how young the night was. Jak glanced up at the warm lights as he guided the zoomer into the bay, then back over his shoulder to smile at Daxter. “Looks like everybody went to bed early, huh?”
“Yeah.” Daxter craned his neck looking before the bay door slid smoothly, silently down. “Wonder what’s up with that?”
“Either they all got knocked down by Sig’s barbeque and now they’re recovering, or they’re all avoiding me after what happened earlier.”
“What happened earlier?” Dax asked curiously as the zoomer came to a standstill and Jak powered it down.
“Oh, nothing much, really. I yelled at Ashelin. Keira yelled at Ashelin. Keira yelled at Torn. Sig remained ever clueless. It’s all good.”
“Yeah, I guess that is kinda good. Saves me from havin’ ta yell at her myself, right?” The redhead’s drunken smugness lasted all of three seconds. Then he was struggling to look at Jak around the limitations of the zoomer seating, the wine flush in his cheeks quickly giving way to pale as the blood drained from his face. “Oh, shit! They totally know, don’t they? They found out we’re bangin’! Shit, Jak, I’m sooo sorry! If I didn’t run away like a kid throwin’ a tantrum this never would’a—”
Jak swung himself off the sleek machine despite the clutching arms that tried to keep him there, but he didn’t leave his friend hanging. He immediately turned to put his own arms around Daxter, who was still wobbling alarmingly on the seat. A gloved hand over a panicked mouth silenced the babble with a gentle press. “Hey. Shh. Listen to me for a second, okay?”
Daxter nodded slowly from behind the hand.
“Yes, they know. No, I’m not mad that they know. I mean, yeah, it wasn’t the best time or way for them to find out, but shit happens. I was over it five seconds after it happened. No one’s upset about it. Everything’s cool.”
The wide blue eyes above his hand grew wider, but not in a bad way.
Jak smiled. “Gonna let you go now. No yelling?”
Daxter nodded. When his mouth was free again, it was grinning. “Wow. Y’know what? You totally need an award fer most awesome person alive right now. I mean it. Good Jak, best friend!” He lunged forward to throw his arms around Jak’s neck—and promptly fell off the zoomer into a pair of thankfully prepared arms.
“I think Tess would be very proud of us for actually managing to solve our issues with clear communication,” Jak joked. “For once in our lives.” He swung Daxter gently around and sat him on the wheel guard of the Javelin, out of the way of the gun mounts. When he tried to pull away, however, the arms around his neck refused to let go. “Uh, Dax, can I put the zoomer back where it needs to be?”
“No. My Jak!” The redhead proceeded to prove his ownership by dragging Jak down to face level and pressing their foreheads together with a contented hum.
Jak chuckled as their goggles clinked together. “So that’s how it is, huh?”
“You better believe it, babe.”
Instinct told Jak to kiss the lopsided smile off that smarmy mouth. Common sense told him to take it to their room. Jak paused… and then told his common sense to shut the hell up. They hadn’t been caught in the dark, empty garage before and they wouldn’t be caught in the garage now. And even if they were, it didn’t matter, because everyone knew they were “banging” now and who hadn’t walked in on the other resident couple doing the same at least once? When he put it like that, they practically deserved to make out in the garage.
Daxter made a little “mph!” sound as the racer snuck that kiss, but responded back at once with equal fervor. And if the makeouts were just a little sloppier than usual, Jak wasn’t going to complain.
Jak wasn’t quite sure how it happened. One moment they were kissing very innocently—swapping spit, hands wandering into back pockets, necks being sucked on; totally innocent stuff—and then suddenly the redhead was slipping away from him.
“Hey, where are you going?”
“C’mon, Jak, over here!” There was some mischievous drunken giggling going on as Daxter made his unsteady way across the garage. “It’s not that late. We can still go home fer a while!”
Jak was brought up short at the usage of “home,” even as his friend fell against the blocked warp gate with arms outstretched and the shimmering barrier he had put across it days before began to dissolve. Still, as much as he wanted to jump at the chance to go back to Sandover again, he did have his doubts. “Uh, Dax, wouldn’t it be better to go in the morning? I mean, no offense, but you’re still kind of tipsy.”
The redhead glanced back over his shoulder to offer Jak a wide grin, hands still braced before him on what was left of the gate barrier. “Naaaahh, it’ll be fiiiiine, Jakkie-boy. We can spen’ the night there an’ then tomorro—whoa!” There wasn’t much he could do when the last of the barrier suddenly dissolved out from under his leaning weight. With infinite Precursor grace and poise he staggered, tripped over his own feet, and fell neatly through the warp gate with a yelp of surprise.
Jak was too far away to make a grab for him. All he could do was wince, followed shortly by a facepalm. The landing on the other side wasn’t going to be pretty. He trotted over to the gate and hopped through it with just a bit more coordination than his friend.
As he had suspected, he found Daxter on his back on the wind-swept grass of the bluff a few moments later, several yards from the gate. Either he had managed to get his feet under him enough to stagger out or he had just balled up and rolled there. Jak was betting on the last one. He went over and looked down bemusedly. “You okay?”
Daxter grinned goofily up at him. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Just checkin’ out the view. I forgot how nice the stars look from up here!”
“You can’t get up, can you?”
“M’just a little dizzy! Lay off!”
Jak laughed at the complete lack of denial. “Sure. Whatever you say.” He held his hands out and down obligingly. “Come on. Let’s get back and get you to bed.”
From the ground Daxter sighed dramatically and reached up to grab the helping hands. “Fiiiine. Bed I’ll agree with, long as yer comin’ in with me. But not back there! I wanna stay here tonight.”
His partner was so light Jak had no trouble hoisting him upright. He kept his hands around Daxter’s upper arms, steadying him as he swayed on his feet. “Dax, you’re drunk. You’d break your neck trying to get down from here. And I love you, but there is no way I’m carrying you down this cliff in the dark and all the way to the village. It’s not happening. No matter how much you plead. No matter how much you beg. I’m not doing it.”
“Great. That works out. I don’t wanna walk, that’d take way too long. I wanna fly! We ain’t been flyin’ in a while. That’ll be fun, huh Jak?”
It took a moment for Jak to catch up with Daxter’s train of thought. “You mean you want me to use up my light eco reserves and grow wings. And carry you down there. And scare the villagers to death when a giant glowing being they’ve never seen before descends from the sky out of nowhere.”
“Yep, that’s pretty much it. B’sides the scarin’ people thing. They’re all in bed by now anyway. Can’t be scared by somethin’ ya ain’t even awake ta see!”
The racer opened his mouth, poised to rattle off a list of all the reasons that going back to Kras would be the saner option, starting with the fact that light eco was hard to find and this was an entirely frivolous usage of such a valuable commodity. But before he could so much as draw a breath to point out as much, Daxter took matters into his own hands.
There was a sizzle of power, a surge of light, and suddenly a smug orange ball of fur was draping itself over his shoulder. “Orange Lightning: ready fer takeoff, Jakkie-boy.”
“… Precursor brat.”
“You know ya love me.” A little pink tongue darted out to lap once up his cheek as Daxter settled in, presumably for a comfy flight to his desired destination.
Jak squared his shoulders—and bent down to grab up Daxter’s outgrown clothes. “You owe me big time for this. Block the warp gate and hang on, tight.”
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In retrospect Jak had probably been right. It was very likely a dumb idea. But Daxter simply couldn’t bring himself to care as they floated silently through the cool, salty air. The moon and stars were bright above them, their pale light reflecting on the white tips of small breaker waves on the ocean below that Jak occasionally skimmed over the top of languidly.
Daxter smiled, eyes heavy, reveling in the breeze that carded through his fur. Ah, that was nice. He hadn’t spent much time as an ottsel at all lately. Honestly, he couldn’t remember the last time he had sported his choice pelt—but that might have had something to do with the lovely buzz he had going on. Whatever. The smaller size sure made this nice flight with his favorite hero boy a lot easier.
With a little selective gliding and occasional flaps of those long, luminous wings, Jak coasted up from the beach. Soon they touched down softly near the old hut.
Daxter’s fur stood on end with the last tickle of light eco as Jak let it go and the pale glow faded around them. “See, babe, wasn’t that fun?”
Jak’s smile was barely visible in the shadows, but it was there. “Yeah. That was really nice, actually. Let’s just hope I don’t need any light eco for a while. That pretty well drained my reserves.” Carefully he walked along the wall until he found the kitchen windowsill, making Daxter wobble on his shoulder. “I’m going to let you in here, okay?”
“Uh, sure, but where’re you goin’?”
“You go in through the window, then let me in the door. I can’t fit through these windows like I did when we were kids.”
“That’s cause ya went an’ got sooo big an’ strong,” Daxter chuckled. He skittered down Jak’s outstretched arm and slithered into the kitchen through the conveniently ottsel-sized crack between sill and pane. From there it was easy to sabotage the simple lock on the front door. Jak was right; it would be a lot less hassle for him to get inside this way. The green-blonde always had the best ideas.
As soon as he stepped inside, Jak shut and locked the door behind him before gathering Daxter up into his arms. “Ready to get some sleep? I think you need it.”
Any and all protests he might have cooked up evaporated the second he came into contact with that warm, solid chest. Daxter relaxed against it, a purr bubbling unbidden in his throat. A sudden wave of nostalgia was lapping at him as Jak carried him through the darkened hut and up the stairs, probably brought on by the old, familiar surroundings. How many times had Jak carried him just like this back in the very first days of ottseldom? All traces of that early awkwardness had long since fallen away, though, and Daxter snuggled unabashedly into the front of Jak’s jacket like he never would have during the days of power cells and Precursor orbs.
Sure, he missed the carefree lives they had led as kids. But their new lives weren’t so bad. Not now. Not at all. Especially not when he considered that he and Jak now had a whole new dimension of their best-buds-forever relationship to explore.
When Jak put him on the bed and went off to make lantern light happen, Dax flopped backward into its soft embrace with a sigh of bliss. Damn, how he loved this bed. He wriggled across the blanket just to feel the cool fabric against his fur. Oh, but wait, that would feel a lot better on bare skin, wouldn’t it?
“I wonder if there’s any lamp oil downstairs?” Jak was musing as he fiddled with the lantern. “The well on this thing is almost empty. Should be enough for tonight, though, easy—”
Daxter hummed in absent agreement, rolled over, and seamlessly resumed his humanity.
Jak looked back over his shoulder and stared.
Now free to bask in cool sheets to his heart’s content, the redhead did just that. Then he noticed the rather obvious attention trained upon him. He looked up, hands stretched high over his head in mid-grasp at the pillows. “Somethin’ wrong?”
Jak shook his head with a little start. “Nothing. Nothing. It just boggles my mind how you can throw eco around like that and never run out, while I have to be paranoid about my reserves. Not really fair, in my opinion.”
“Precursor’s privilege, sweetheart.” Dax smirked, but honestly he was feeling the effects of that throwing around, as Jak put it. Energy was still energy, even though he could generate it himself. Using it took a toll. Particularly when he was already tired and perhaps maybe sort of slightly tipsy. “Man, I am beat. You gonna join me, or do I gotta come strip ya myself?”
“If you even suggest it again, I’m not responsible for what happens to you at my hands,” Jak growled, pulling off his gloves. “You just burrow in there like the tease you are and sleep.”
“I’m not teasin’. Yer teasin’. Gettin’ naked like that right in front’a me. How could you?”
“Not even going to start, Dax.”
Dax bit his lip and grinned as he moved pillows and curled himself under the sheets. Getting under Jak’s skin would always and forever be his most treasured pastime. When it dovetailed with getting under Jak’s clothes, well. That was just an extra special bonus.
When Jak was more or less sufficiently stripped—Dax would have been happier to see the lingering shorts disappear along with everything else—the racer turned back to the bed. He had Daxter’s pants in one hand. “I think you should put these back on.”
“How come?”
“Because you should. Just put them on.”
“No!”
“Come on, please?” Jak shook the pants with a little sad face that he probably didn’t realize he was making.
Daxter rolled again, pulling the sheets firmly around his happily bare body. “Request denied, pal! I’m enjoyin’ this too much. You can keep yers on, though. Fer now.”
With a deep sigh Jak dropped the rejected pants and crawled into bed. “I should have known you wouldn’t make this easy.”
“Oh? Whatever do you mean?” The redhead valiantly held back a snigger as Jak reached out to turn down the lantern on the side table. This was great. It was like being a douchebag fourteen-year-old again.
The light dimmed and went out with a flicker, leaving the room in quiet darkness. “You know exactly what I mean, and I already said we’re not going there.” Jak sank down into the sheets, his back firmly to Daxter. “Goodnight.”
Dismissed? Ignored? Spurned just like that? This would never do. Still fighting a smile, Daxter scooted closer and molded himself up against Jak’s back. His arm slid around a trim waist and he sighed contentedly. Much better. “Hey, Jak?”
“Hmm.”
“Love ya.”
Jak went still and very quiet. Daxter let his smile run unchecked. Like clockwork, Jak rolled over under his arm and returned the hitherto one-sided cuddle. It never failed.
“Love you too, Dax. Now go to sleep.”
That, he could do. Just a little nap. Just for a little while. And when he woke up… well. He’d see that his favorite hero boy got what was coming to him. It still wasn’t easy for Jak to just up and say he wanted to fool around. Dax wouldn’t feel right letting him drop not so subtle hints all night and then get left hanging.
Grinning to himself about all the fun they would have once he recharged his metaphorical batteries—and maybe slept off the wine a little—Daxter settled into the wonderfully contrasting warmth of Jak’s chest and closed his eyes.
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The racer that occupied so many of the redhead’s current thoughts stayed awake a bit longer. With Daxter finally down and quiet, he was indulging his one of his favorite pastimes: watching Daxter. Even if it did get him petulantly called a creeper when the eye candy woke up.
Jak brushed some of his friend’s vibrant hair into place. He shifted his arm around a thin ribcage just to feel the smooth slide of skin on skin. Just another of the thousand and one nights they had slept together since childhood. But kind of… not really.
Sometimes, like now, Jak caught himself marveling that Daxter had stuck with him for so long—even more so when their relationship jumped the guard rail and took a turn for the romantic, even if that development had been Daxter’s fault. It was just frankly amazing to the former hero that despite how complicated, convoluted, and non-traditional their relationship became, his best friend slash lover slash self-proclaimed snuggle muffin seemed to take it in stride.
Even when misunderstandings happened. Even when their lives looked like a comedy of errors. Even when Jak was a jerk about hiding “them” from their friends like a paranoid high school girl. And even if the evening hadn’t held the promised sex, it had been a great evening in that Dax hadn’t gotten pissed and left him forever.
Note to me… quit acting like a girl. Someone’s going to revoke my Badass Card. Jak smiled ruefully against Daxter’s hair and closed his eyes.
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To be continued…
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(2^nd)AN: Yeah. This was supposed to be the smut chapter. But it would have run on a looooong way, so I had to cut it short. Sorry, to anyone still reading this atrocity. Next goal is updating Roll To Me within the week, and then back to Room and Board.
Outtakes!
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Jak: Don’t worry about anything, Dax. Keira stood up for us!
Dax: Really?
Jak: Absolutely. I doubt Torn and Ashelin will ever say anything to you… or about you… or around you… or maybe even anything at all… ever again.
Dax: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Just what exactly DID happen earlier?
Jak: It involved a broken bottle, an extension cord, and a high voltage battery.
Dax: …
Jak: Like I said. Don’t worry about it.
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Jak: Come on, let’s get you inside before you throw up in someone’s car.
Dax: Oh, please. I ain’t that drunk!
*three second pause*
Dax: Urp—!
Jak: Riiiiight in Ashelin’s ride. Nice. Oh well, at least she’s too afraid of Keira now to get on my case about it! Keep puking, Dax.
Dax: (weak thumbs up)
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Dax: I wanna go to Sandover!
Jak: Completely ignoring the fact that you just threw up all over the place, I don’t think that’s a good idea.
Dax: Come on, it’s no big deal! Look, I’ll just take down the block on the warp gate and—(trips)
*crash*
Jak: Somehow, I can’t help but think that you dismantling the warp gate instead of unblocking it was totally because of the drinking. Falling through the empty ring and hitting the concrete wall? That’s just you being a klutz.
Dax: …bleeding over here… yep… bleeding preeeeeetty badly…
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Jak: Seriously?! You spent an entire shower going on about how you’re going to fuck me, and then you get too drunk to fuck, and now you’re still going to sleep in the same bed with me—naked.
Dax: Yeah, that’s about the gist of it.
Jak: That’s so unfair!
Dax: Life’s full of unfairness, babe. You ain’t realized that before now?
Jak: … (rips the sheet off Daxter) Whether you realized it before now or not, YOUR BODY IS READY. Roll the fuck over.
Dax: Oh shiiiit~!!
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