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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
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- 7
- 8
AN: *creeps in* I’ll just leave this here. *creeps out*
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KamiCountD: I’m glad you like the outtakes, and that it was able to cheer you up!
ChromaPharm: No worries, I haven’t stopped writing yet! Just taking a long time to update some things, unfortunately.
Tainted_Emerald: Alas, I meant for the last chapter to hold the make-up sex… decided that this chapter would hold the make-up sex… and let it hang for almost a year. I’m rather ashamed.
Leigh: Thanks so much for taking the time to review! I’m glad you’ve enjoyed the story and characterization thus far.
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Characters: Belong to Naughty Dog, Inc.
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As was pretty usual when he’d had just enough to drink, but not so much as to be sick, Daxter woke up in the dead middle of the night needing to use the bathroom. He slowly pulled himself upright in bed, the thin sheet that had been draping him pooling at his waist. For a moment he was disoriented.
Odd, muggy heat. No street lights shining though shuttered windows. Where was he? Then Jak stirred beside him, murmuring in his sleep, and Daxter remembered. They were in Sandover. They were home. The thought soothed him immediately.
Swinging his legs out of bed, he made his way to the stairs without striking a light. He didn’t want to wake Jak over nothing. Besides, it might have been years, but there would never come a day when he couldn’t find his way down those stairs by feel.
After concluding his business, Daxter meandered around the ground floor of the small hut, peeking out windows. It was still true night; dawn hadn’t even considered itself yet. Sandover Village was dark and quiet, save for the bugs and night creatures in the jungle and the constant rushing of the ocean. The noises were less noise than some natural, nocturnal song.
The redhead sighed contentedly. He propped his arms on the frame of an open window that faced the ocean, indulging in a bit of moon gazing. It would have been nice to sit outside, but he was disinclined to go back upstairs for his pants. Knowing his luck, the one night he decided to lounge bare-assed on the lawn would also be the one night the Bird Lady had insomnia and decided to go for a midnight stroll.
He snickered evilly. Man, I bet this place got soft like cottage cheese after we left. I can’t wait ta come back an’ shake things up again!
As soon as the thought came, it began to buzz around his head.
Even when he’d been busting his tail teaching himself how to create the gate that would take them not only to the right place, but to the right time, his plan had never had long term ramifications attached. Maybe it spoke to his character that he hadn’t thought much beyond “make gate, take Jak home, make Jak happy.” He hadn’t once considered what life would actually be like once his goal was obtained, other than the vague promise of better.
He had told Jak they could simply make another gate in Haven, or Spargus, or wherever they wound up when they finally left Kras and its races behind. But what if Jak never wanted to go back to Haven or Spargus? Dax wouldn’t blame him if he decided that he’d had enough of being a hero and just wanted to go back to the simple life on a permanent basis. After all, it wasn’t as though they couldn’t ever see their friends from the future again.
Life without ear scratches from Tessie is no life at all. An’ give up tormentin’ Tattooed Wonder? Not a chance. Then there’s Keira—no way she’d ever give up her big workshop with all her fancy high-tech gizmos, he realized. She always did better in Haven than me or Jak ever dreamed of doin’. She wouldn’t wanna come back here fer keeps an’ lose all that hard work, an’ we couldn’t just leave her all alone with only Ol’ Green fer company. Lazily he watched the moon drift slowly through the sky. Whatever. We’ll make it work.
The breeze, a relief when he had first come down, was turning a mite too cool on his bare arms and chest. With one last deep breath and one last look at the sky, Daxter turned his back on the window and sought the stairs. He wasn’t tired enough yet to go back to sleep, but he could always go cuddle against Jak until the warmth and comfort made him sleepy again.
He should have counted on his plans being foiled, though. The moment he crawled back into bed, the old wooden frame giving one soft creak, Jak rolled over and blinked at him with surprisingly clear eyes.
“Long time for a bathroom break.”
“Yeah, an’ I’m sure you counted every second. Shove over.” Dax nudged until the green-blonde scooted into a position he approved of, then slid into his arms. “I was just hangin’ out downstairs. Thinkin’.”
“Yeah? What were you thinking about?” Jak asked with a smile. “Food, alcohol, or sex?”
“Hey!” Daxter doled out a pinch for insolence. “I am fully capable of deep thoughts, thank you very much. Delightful part-time pelt notwithstanding, I’m not an animal.” Despite the teasing, he put an arm around his bedmate and wormed his way up until he could rest his chin on the top of Jak’s head. Sometimes he wanted to do the holding, damn it. “I happened to be thinking about the very adult and serious topic of our living arrangements when we leave Kras, wise guy.”
Jak hummed contentedly. “I like that thought. We should definitely build ourselves a place here.”
Dax laughed silently. Boy, did he have his racer figured out or what. “What, the idea of movin’ back in with yer uncle don’t appeal?”
“No offense, but you and Uncle living under the same roof would probably make the hut implode. Besides, we kind of… um. Need some privacy now.” His goatee was pressed against Daxter’s collarbone. The observation sounded embarrassed, yeah, but also undeniably pleased.
“Hell yeah, we need privacy! I’m all for scandalizin’ the neighbors once in a while, but there’s a limit.” The redhead ran his fingers through Jak’s hair, enjoying the warm puff of breath against the base of his throat the action earned him. “So you really wanna stick around this seaside snooze-fest, huh?”
Jak glanced up at him in the dark like he was insane. “Well, yeah. Don’t you?”
“’Course I do. This’ll always be home ta me, pal. I just wanted ta make sure you’re not gonna get bored if we start spendin’ most of our time here again. The last couple years ain’t been slow, if ya know what I’m sayin’. We never had a chance ta even consider bein’ bored. But I’d hate ta move back in an’ find out I got a stir-crazy renegade on my hands.”
There was a sleepy chuckle. “Believe me, Dax, I highly doubt I will ever be bored here again. And we can always go renegade in Haven. That’s where all the jackable zoomers are.”
Daxter patted his partner’s head indulgently. “Never change, Jak.”
“I’ll do my best with that. Besides, we’ve got plenty to do around here.”
“Yeah. Swimming, fishing, camping, hiking in the Forbidden Jungle…” He continued to pet Jak’s hair, smiling dreamily. It was like planning a vacation that would last the rest of their lives.
Jak sighed amusedly. “Well, yeah, all that. But we’ve also got a job to do.”
Job? Dax didn’t remember any job. “What’s that?”
“We have to make sure this place doesn’t turn into Haven.” Jak’s voice stayed level and calm, but the words made the redhead shiver regardless.
It was almost impossible to imagine the sleepy, isolated little town becoming the bustling port of Haven, its eccentric but lovable citizens giving way to the surly, sometimes cruel inhabitants of the much larger city. But it was also impossible to deny that, in the distant future they were still straddling, that very thing had come to pass.
Daxter’s hand resumed stroking through blonde strands as soon as he realized he had paused. “Yer right. That’s definitely an important job, big guy. We’ll make sure it gets done.”
“I want to keep an eye out for Gol and Maia, too.” Jak’s voice dropped momentarily to a growl. “I know it looked like we beat them back then, but after Erol, I’m not trusting that anybody is gone for good unless I bury them myself. Those two, with more dark eco power than I’ve ever had…” It didn’t take a large stretch of the imagination to imagine them finding a way back to the surface for another round of crazy.
“Morbid imagery, but I fully appreciate the sentiment.” Daxter scratched the back of his friend’s neck lightly, a calming gesture. “Careful, babe. People are gonna start thinkin’ you’ve got a hero complex.”
“Ha. I don’t want to be a hero. My goals just usually coincide.” Jak smiled. “Do you remember what I wanted to do when I was a kid?”
“You wanted ta be an explorer,” Daxter answered immediately. “Just like yer uncle.” He could remember, as clear as if it had happened yesterday, a little boy with green hair barely starting to show blonde at the tips tromping around this very hut in his uncle’s hat and boots, unrolling the old man’s maps to study them with the utmost silent seriousness. “Aww, damn, Jak, you were adorable!”
Jak grumbled good-naturedly, ears angling down in pretend irritation as Daxter dropped a kiss between them. “Yeah, yeah. But regardless of my adorability—don’t you think it would be amazing to see the rest of the world like it is now? We can find out where Spargus and Kras might be built someday and see what’s there right now. We can find out what’s beyond that. If we could get Keira to help us design some sort of small plane—”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow yer roll, big guy.” Daxter laughed helplessly. “This is not the kind’a thing ya plan out in the middle of the night, sheesh.”
“I get excited. Sue me.”
“So, let me get this straight. On our to do list we have: building a house from the foundation up, preventing a dystopian future from realizing itself, bein’ watchdogs against the return of a pair of power-mad, eco-crazed siblings who want to rule the world, and mappin’ an entire continent coast ta coast. Did I forget anything?”
“Swimming, camping, fishing, and hiking in the Forbidden Jungle,” Jak supplied, grinning against slightly sunburned skin. “And whatever our friends in Haven and Spargus need our help with.”
“How about they shift their asses down here an’ give us a hand fer a change?” Dax groused, but his heart wasn’t in it. His heart was concentrated directly on his best friend in his arms.
Jak claimed he wasn’t a hero. He had been called exactly the opposite of a hero for quite some time in Haven. Kras saw nothing in him but a surprisingly talented dark horse racer, a boost to network viewer numbers and ratings. But at the core of his being, Jak was a fixer. A protector. Someone who would never stop trying to make things right for everyone around him and see justice served, bullies and oppressors put in their place.
Jak was most definitely a hero.
“I’m sure they’ll help us if we need them,” Jak was saying obliviously. “They will when we remind them how much they owe us… what are you doing?”
Dax took his lips off Jak’s forehead to answer. “I’m bein’ overwhelmed by my affection for you. Lay still an’ take it like a man.”
“This wouldn’t have anything to do with you getting drunk with our best frenemy and forgetting our date night, would it?” Jak asked wryly. He did, however, lay still and take it like a man as his face was smooched, his nose, cheeks, and lips peppered with kisses.
The redhead didn’t pause, replying between kisses. “What, so I gotta have an excuse ta pamper ya?”
“I guess not.”
Truth be told, though, Dax did still feel pretty bad about that. And he had been planning on ravishing the racer as soon as they woke up, anyway. Since they were both so wide awake, why not take on the opportunity? He could always pounce again in the morning.
For his part, Jak was responding perfectly. Whether he knew what he was in for or not, he pulled Daxter closer with a pleased hum. It seemed he was more than on board for spontaneous middle of the night makeouts. Hopefully he would also be in the mood for spontaneous middle of the night ravishment.
Dax disengaged from those tempting lips with some difficulty. Jak muttered in protest, but was quickly shushed when the same attention his mouth had received was turned on his neck instead. As Daxter moved lower their hips came back into alignment, making Jak stifle a groan and Dax sigh happily. And if they started grinding softly as soon as bare skin met boxers, the redhead didn’t think they could be blamed for it.
“Hey, Jak. What say we get started on that date night after all?” he whispered with a coercive squirm.
“That… that would be good,” Jak managed to get out with some difficulty. “But would that qualify as a date, or a booty call?”
“If it is, then it’s yer own fault, Mr. I-could-bounce-a-quarter-off-my-ass!” He got in a good grope that Jak immediately returned with a bark of indignant laughter, pulling them closer than ever. The grinding was escalating quickly. “Wanna let me up fer a second? Pretty sure I got some lube in my hip pack.”
Jak’s eyes glinted in the gloom, obviously weighing the pros and cons of losing physical contact for any length of time. After a moment, though, he did deign to open those bear-trap arms and allow Daxter to slide out of bed.
He found his pants easily enough, wadded up with the rest of his clothing at the foot of the bed where Jak had dropped them earlier that night while Dax had been prancing around in nothing but orange fur. The all-purpose hip pack was still stung through his belt loops. Sure enough, tucked into a handy side pocket was the small tube of lube he had decided to stash there that morning. He was, quite frankly, sick of one thing or another foiling his romantic adventures with his favorite former hero, and he had never been so happy that his past self had decided to be prepared.
Climbing back in bed, he waggled the little tube in front of Jak. “Wadda ya say, pal? Challenge accepted?”
“Challenge accepted,” Jak growled instantly, and pounced.
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It occurred to Jak a moment after pouncing that it might not have been the best course of action to take in that particular situation.
Daxter pulled back with a yelp, one hand flying to Jak’s chest to hold him at a distance while the other hand held the lube firmly out of reach. “No, no, no! No freakin’ way. You just hold yer leapers, there, bucko. I am in charge tonight. If anybody’s gettin’ jumped on here it’s gonna be you, alright?”
“Well, yeah.” Jak let his ears fall contritely. “I know. I wasn’t trying to take over or anything.”
“Maybe not on purpose ya weren’t. But part of gettin’ pampered is letting someone else do things for ya. I know that’s a foreign concept fer you, so bear with me, here.”
“So you want me to lay back like a fainting princess and let you have your wicked way with me, is that it?” Jak asked amusedly.
“Weeell… I’d appreciate it if ya didn’t faint on me.” Daxter’s grin was a mile wide. “Not until I’m done, at least. Where would the fun be in that?”
The green-blonde snorted. Okay. They could play by Daxter’s rules this time, so long as they did something. He flopped back onto the bed. “Alright, no fainting. I can’t guarantee I won’t fall asleep, though.”
Dax clicked open the lube with a slightly evil smirk. “I can.”
“You’ve been looking forward to this way too much,” Jak muttered, mostly to cover his sudden, deep flush. But he couldn’t deny that he had been looking forward to it, too. He trusted Daxter implicitly. He wanted whatever his clever partner could give him, and he wanted it while not stuck in a cramped shower. Not wedged in a car in a dusty garage. Not humping like kids on someone else’s sofa (something he would probably never live down). And it looked like now was when he might finally get it.
Quick fingers curling in the waistband of his shorts made his skin prickle pleasantly. He raised his hips, heeding the unspoken request to get rid of the damn things. Shorts finally vanquished and banished to the dark depths over the side of the bed, Jak was rewarded with a warm, rough palm wrapping around him. He sighed happily in approval.
“Does Jakkie-babe want a hand job?” Daxter crooned teasingly. “Or does he want a blow job? Or does he want—”
“You to finally fucking fuck me already, you little fucker!” Jak growled as the hand went lower, a thumb tracing the line between his balls.
“Hey! That kind of language is extremely unnecessary and will not be tolerated,” the redhead warned, though Jak could clearly see his already hard cock twitch at the suggestion. “Demands will get you nowhere.”
“Then how about if I ask nicely?” Jak asked, the end of the query going a bit breathless. Okay. Yes. Wow. He still liked the feeling of fingers there.
“Nice is good,” Dax purred. Then he poured the lube.
Jak stiffened a little at the feel of it, but it wasn’t bad. Just… slipperier. Helpfully he spread his legs, giving Dax more room to work. He didn’t even consider what he had to look like until Daxter stopped to stare.
“Oh, yeah. That’s what I’m talkin’ about, pal. What I was talkin’ about earlier. You all spread out in front’a me, lookin’ like that, wantin’ me. So damn gorgeous.”
Jak blushed bright like a red eco vent. “If you keep talking I’ll get so embarrassed that my boner will die,” he threatened, but he didn’t really mean it. Half the town plus the Bird Lady’s flut-flut could probably walk up those stairs and that wouldn’t be enough embarrassment to kill the boner that having Daxter’s fingers in him had caused. Kept causing. Dear gods, he wanted more than fingers.
Fingers were all he got for the moment, though, fingers and more fingers as Daxter continued to stretch him with one hand and took hold of his aching cock with the other. They traced around the head, mixing precum with more lube, a thumb sometimes twitching down to massage the “v” along the underside of the bottom. Jak arched his back and squirmed into the attention, demanding without words that more be forthcoming. Not that what was happening so far wasn’t amazing.
He stared up at Daxter accusingly. “How are you so damn good at this?”
Dax grinned crookedly. “Natural talent, babe.”
Jak was unimpressed. Okay, he was very impressed, but he tried not to show it too much. The redhead’s ego was big enough. It didn’t need its own gravitational pull. “Okay, you showed off your talent. In. Now.”
“I’m just makin’ sure yer nice an’ ready—”
“I’ve been ready for ten minutes and I swear to your furry accomplices in mayhem, if you make me come and you’re not actively fucking me when it happens, the moment I’m hard again I will tie you to this bed with your own belts and you won’t be able to walk by the time the sun comes up!” His nails pressed ever so lightly into freckled shoulders as an extra nudge of persuasion.
“Okay, okay!” Daxter laughed breathlessly. “Rawr, tiger, I thought you were gonna keep those violent renegade tendencies out’a the bedroom! Can’t say it ain’t sexy, though.” Then those marvelous fingers finally withdrew. “Alright. Since you’ve been yellin’ at me that yer ready an’ I got no doubts as ta yer consent—don’t you dare dig those nails in, bub!”
Jak did, with a smirk that dared the redhead to do something about it.
With the total willingness that had gotten them into trouble countless times when they were younger, Daxter took that dare. Jak locked his arms around the redhead’s torso as he pressed in, making sure there wasn’t going to be any pulling back at the last minute. It seemed he didn’t have much to worry about on that account, though.
“How’s that feel?” Dax asked softly once he was firmly seated. He was shivering lightly in Jak’s hold; the familiar tremble of willpower being exerted to keep still until they were both ready.
“Mmm. Good.” The racer planted a kiss on his partner’s neck as goosebumps broke out over his arms. The thrill of getting something he’d been waiting impatiently for was sweet. He slid his hands lower, to the base of Daxter’s spine, and pressed, urging movement.
“You know what you are? Yer pushy,” Dax accused as he began to roll his hips slowly. “You can’t even stop bein’ bossy long enough ta get laid. I got half a mind ta turn you into an ottsel an’ make ya ride around on my shoulder, just ta teach ya how ta chill out!”
“I heard ‘ottsel’ and ‘ride me’ out of all that,” Jak huffed. “That’s pretty perverted, Dax.”
“Takes one ta know one!” Daxter shot back. Then he ended the budding barrage of playful insults with a deep kiss, as much intentionally nipping teeth as tongue, which Jak enthusiastically returned.
Daxter was smaller enough and lighter enough to rest his full weight on Jak, stretching out over the racer. His fingers twined with Jak’s, pulling their joined hands level with strong shoulders and pinning them lightly to the mattress.
“Still okay?”
Jak answered emphatically with a hard roll of his hips. It was actually kind of nice to be held down by that solid, secure weight. It was like being claimed and lovingly looked after at the same time. Dax moving so surely in him and over him, brushing teasingly against his sweet spot on every slow thrust—
“Hey,” he said softly, “right there.”
Daxter quirked a brow. “Jackpot?”
“A little deeper. Little harder.” Jak spread his legs wider illustratively.
He was obliged. Daxter’s next thrust had more power behind it, though he kept up the maddeningly slow pace. Jak hissed quietly. He was starting to drip precum, slicking their skin where his erection was trapped firmly between them. This wasn’t like doing the taking. Not at all. The sensations were building more slowly, but they were somehow stronger, deeper. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach.
“Dax, please move faster,” he dared to ask, eyes shut and teeth gritted.
“Patience is a virtue, pal. I think we’re doin’ fine just like this.” He sped up for all of three short strokes, just enough to get Jak’s hopes up, then slowed down again. “Mmm, Jak, yer so tight. Feels amazing, ya got no idea…”
“You’re going to drive me crazy,” Jak snarled. Or at least, he tried to snarl. It came out more like a mutinous whine as his ears flattened back against the pillow.
Daxter grinned. “Oh, yeah, like we’ve all not seen that before.” He leaned back in for another kiss, tongue stroking sensuously against Jak’s, and suddenly that was the last straw.
The racer’s hands darted out from under his friend’s grip, shot downwards, and firmly grabbed Daxter’s butt.
“Hey!” the redhead yelled, but it was too late. Jak was already well on his way to getting what he was after, pulling Daxter’s hips to his own with quick, hard tugs that left them both gasping for breath. “You’re a damn dirty cheater,” Dax growled, sucking and nipping hard at Jak’s throat. But he didn’t put up any more fight.
Jak, for his part, didn’t give an ottsel’s fuzzy ass about the retaliatory hickeys. The accusations of foul play didn’t bother him a bit. He was on the fast track to coming, bucking back onto Daxter’s cock and up against the redhead’s flat stomach. Their mouths met with bruising force and then he was there, coming hard enough that every corner of his body felt the orgasm from toes to ear tips.
“There, ya happy now?” Daxter groused through heavy panting. “May I finish making slow, sweet love ta yer cheating ass now, or is that too much ta ask for?”
Jak leaned up and kissed him again, much less frantically than before, making a valiant attempt not to look too smug. Just a few minutes later, Daxter trembling and panting his name into his ear, the racer was more than pleased with the entire experience. “Wow. That was pretty intense. We’ve got to do that again. Switch out who’s on top every other time, or something.” He stroked the small of Daxter’s back contentedly as he mused.
A ruffled red head rose. Bleary blue eyes gave him a hard look. “Do that again, huh?”
“Yeah, it was great.”
“Fine. Okay. We’ll do it again. But I’m givin’ ya fair warning!” A finger met Jak’s sweat-slick chest and poked firmly. “Next time, an’ I swear this, ya hear me? Next time yer gonna pay fer playin’ dirty. I’m gonna go back ta Kras, ta that one little shop down by the stadium. And I am gonna buy something big, an’ thick, that goes buzz. And I am gonna truss you up like a Thanksgiving turducken an’ use it on you until ya beg forgiveness!”
“… I think I might be able to handle that.”
“Got an answer for everything, don’t ya, smart ass.”
“Hey, it’s true.” Jak craned his neck to nuzzle a freckled shoulder placatingly. “You think I’d ever let anybody but you tie me up? Hell no. But if it’s you, I think it’s doable. I trust you.”
Daxter stared at him for a long moment before pillowing his head on the green-blonde’s chest with a sigh. “Sweet nothings will get you nowhere, ya big lug.”
“I love you too, Dax.”
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To be conluded!
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