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Trash	By : CardDragonBall Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 2802 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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1. Jak fic. Porn fic. Slash fic. I-don't-own-the-character's-fic
The art of speaking through the use of only green eyebrows was something that Jak had mastered in his youth. When surrounded by people that were just perfectly happy with telling him what to do, it had seemed sort of pointless to argue. As if he had remembered something about his future (or past, or whatever he should call it. Sometimes the whole time-loop thing gave him a headache.)
"Pretty boy."
Daxter looked up from where he laid sprawled out on the table, one furry paw wrapped around a shot glass. His eyes took a moment to focus and then he frowned and slurred: "Whadda you want?" Not waiting for an answer as usual. "And whydaya always got to call--" Hiccup there. "Jak pretty?"
Jinx leaned back on the bench, cigar clenched in his jaw, opposite Jak and gave Daxter a dispassionate glare, the sort of look that would have made Daxter's fur ruffle up in annoyance if he weren't so blindly drunk.
"Are you blind?! Jak...preeeetty? I've seen prettier mugs on a yaaaaaaaaa---"
Jinx swiped his hand backward and Daxter went flying across the room, legs, tail and arms flailing around. He crashed face first into bar at the back of the room and slid down to the floor in a boneless pile. Jinx just grinned at him. A bad boy grin--naturally. Like he was waiting for Jax to jump up and pull out his blaster. Defend his best friend's drunken honor and all that.
"I'm ooooo-kay."
"Damn," Jinx said. Naughty boy grin on his face that would make any heterosexual female in the vicinity go all soft and wet. (This grin also worked on males of questionable sexuality sitting directly across the table from it.)
There were several furry thumps as Daxter attempted to push himself back to his feet, possibly to defend his offended sense of honor, but with one final thump he slurred: "I jush shhhhtay here."
Jinx leaned back again, looked over his shoulder at the orange lump in the corner and plucked the cigar out of his mouth. Then looked back over at Jak. "Lets take out the trash, eh pretty boy?"
One raised eyebrow was his response. He sat, fingers curled around the barrel of his blaster, and watched Jinx cross the empty bar and pick up Daxter by his toes. Jinx held him like the ottsel was the foulest substance known to modern man. He put the cigar back into his mouth and carried Daxter toward the back of the bar.
Jak was on his feet, silently following behind the man holding his best friend--who had been referred to as trash, and who was too drunk to notice he was being carried upside down by the toes. Jinx went behind the bar, shoved open the back door and stepped into the dim alley behind the bar. There was a huge granite wall that seperated them from the farm lands where food was grown. Jinx kicked the giant metal trash can so the lid fell off and with another one of those knee-weakening naughty grins, dropped Daxter into the unknown depths of the trashcan.
And the blaster was in hand, aimed directly at Jinx' stubbled roughened face, the yellow aiming dot right there in the middle of that grin. And the bastard just raised his eyebrows like he was impressed or something.
"What's that for, pretty boy?"
"Get Daxter out of the trash," Jak said. Realized that it sounded somewhat ridiculous even as he was saying it and mentally scrawled another tally onto the list of things Daxter owed him.
"And that little thing is supposed to make me?" Jinx asked. Plucked the cigar out of his mouth again, tossed it into the murky darkness and stepped closer to him.
"Its not little!"
"Oh?" Jinx grabbed the blaster by the barrel, pulled it forward and twisted it, turned Jak so he slipped and ended up on his back with Jinx' foot on his throat. Much larger gun pointed right in his face. "You need to keep a better handle on your equipment." And he leaned down, moved his foot down so it was on Jak's chest and flashed a cocky smirk.
"How can I when you've got a hand on it?" Jak demanded back.
Jinx cocked an eyebrow. Jak punched him in the back of the knee, took great satisfaction in his howl of pain and anger, then hopped back to his feet, grabbed his gun and yanked it away. But Jinx turned him around and slammed his back against the wall.
The blaster tumbled to the ground from his numb fingers, and Jinx just had the worst sort of grin on his face. Lecherous and self-assured, his fingers rolled against Jak. "I do now," Jinx breathed. He smelled like smoke. Smelled like sweat.
Jak swallowed heavily. Not because he was afraid. Not because Jinx had his hand on the single most important part of his being--a part that incidentally had not been touched by anyone but himself since that one time Daxter convinced him to go swimming naked (in the swamp) and he had to go find Samos to get rid of the nasty rash... Because he could feel every throb of blood as it rushed down.
Jinx seemed to accept that once you had your hand clamped around a man's groin, words were not longer required. He leaned against him heavily, pulled the goggles off and let them fall, swept his hand through Jak's hair and then across his ear, following the outer edge up to the tip and then rolling that between his fingers. Jak shuddered stupidly and Jinx grinned his pleasure at that shudder. "Ready for this pretty boy?"
Jak kissed him. Recovered from the virginal shock of being touched like he was and grabbed Jinx by the clothes. Felt the clothe tear under his fingers and forced the smirking mouth open. Forced his tongue in and felt the chuckling acceptance with which Jinx allowed him to move. Felt the fingers crawling up over the waistband of his pants and managed to steel himself against shock when Jinx' fingers sank down against his skin. Curling rough fingers around his hardness.
Jak reached up, slipped his hands over the slicked back hair and curled his fists around Jinx' ears. Almost recoiled when this ended the kiss, Jinx dropped his head against Jak's shoulder and trembled.
Found his weak spot.
There was a groan between them that seemed to rise out of the base of Jinx, somewhere down in his belly. Like a growl almost, and his hand gripped Jak's shirt, pulled it down so it stretched out the neckline. Jak released Jinx' ears.
He was on his back on the ground now, hip stinging from where it hit the goggles, and Jinx was ripping his pants down. Stopped halfway finished and pulled his own off. Crawled over Jak and kissed him, smothered him with the kiss until Jak pulled him off with a fist in that dark blond hair.
"No," Jak said. Felt uncomfortable like this, with Jinx pushing him, with being covered like he was. Turned them over with a seemless effeciency--thanks to Dax for years of wrestling--and Jinx looked just shocked to be under him.
"You're not that pretty."
He ignored the statement. Rubbed his hardness instinctively against the one under him. Felt his stomach tighten up and it almost tickled the way it hurt. He sucked on Jinx' collarbone as he reached his fingers up and ran them over one of his ears again. All the imminent protests were silenced.
"Suck it," Jinx growled.
Jak stared at him.
"Now," Jinx repeated. "Don't think you're taking my ass for free."
Now that was unfair, Jinx was the freak that started this shit and now he was going to get all choosy about who did what to whoms ears and prices for ass-taking? As if Jak was just going to suck his ears.
"I'll make this simple for ya," Jinx growled. His hand was on Jak again, uncomfortably tight. "Want to keep it in working order...you will suck it."
Jak regarded the bastard for a moment. Narrowed his eyes and contemplated refusing but the dangerous tightness around him was making him think that just going with it might be the better option. He grabbed Jinx by the face--he didn't have to be nice about it--and turned his head down so he could get to his ear. Licked it up to the tip and dragged his teeth across it. Then closed his mouth around the outer shell of it and sucked softly.
Felt the hips under his roll up against his. Again and again until he felt his whole body throbbing, until he was sucking hard enough to make his mouth hurt, and Jinx was ripping at his clothes, groping in the darkness for something and there was a growl of annoyance.
"Find my pants!" came the command finally.
"What? Why? You're not leaving!"
But Jinx had his pants in his fist already, ripped through one of the pockets and retrieved a tube. He panted, and looked up at him. Seemed almost to decide he was an idiot and opened the tube himself. "This is real simple," Jinx said. He managed to surround superior even when he wrapped his freshly slicked hand around Jak's erection. The sudden coolness made Jak gasp like a dying fish. "Its called ass-fucking. Think you can figure out the basics?"
Jak nodded dumbly.
The hand moved off him, Jinx stretched out and regarded him again. Then he drew his legs up and shoved Jak back enough so he could roll onto his stomach and get to his knees. Cocked his head to one side and looked back at him. "Remember the ears, eh?"
Right.
Jak scooted up right behind Jinx. So their thighs were touching and he wrapped his fingers around himself. Looked down and got in position. Felt a little stupid but recovered for that feeling as he pushed himself into Jinx.
Sucking warmth. Red flared behind his clenched eyes, he grabbed the sweaty bare hips, dug his thumbs into Jinx' back and pressed harder, slid in deeper. Gasped and dropped his head down against Jinx' back.
"The ears, rookie," Jinx mumbled.
He blinked himself back under control, looked up at the ears, wrapped his arm around Jinx' chest--annoyingly still with a shirt on it--and pulled him up, bent the bastard so he could get his mouth around his ear again. Right up near the tip and sucked on it. Rocked his hips, felt Jinx rocking back. The tightness in every single one of his movements. But his hips, they moved liquidly against him. Fast, and as Jinx began to growl again, hard.
Jak held onto the thrusting animal in his lap, breathed as best he could and sucked mindlessly on the sweaty flesh in his mouth. Jinx started cursing his name in the same desperate rhythm as his fucking. Grabbed Jak's hand off his hip and forced it down between his thighs, curled the fingers around his red and weeping length. So they were both stroking him.
Jak thrust his hips against the swell of Jinx' ass. Felt himself sliding in deep and the clench of the body around them. Moved his free hand under the constricting clothe of Jinx' shirt. Felt smooth muscle under his fingers and dragged his nails over it.
Jinx snarled again. Jak sucked on his ears, down low near where they connected to his head. Willing now to do whatever it took to keep that binding heat wrapped around him. Surprised by his own ability to hang onto his wits in a situation that was becoming increasingly about sensation.
Sweat dripping down his face. His tongue against Jinx' skin. The smell of gunpowder. The rough friction of his hand sliding on Jinx' erection. Strange, that hardness was.
But it was ending now. He felt it as his stomach clamped down. Shoved them forward again, let his mouth slip off the pink-red ear and grunted as he slammed himself into Jinx. Painful almost, and then it exploded everywhere around him. Shuddering and shattering and so indescribably that he fell limp on top of Jinx's still moving body.
Felt warm stickiness on his fingers and pulled all his limbs back to himself. Fell to one side because his pants were still tangled around his ankles and laid in the dirt.
Panted.
Jinx looked at him. On his hands and knees, flushed, sweating, hair messy and eyes so dark they were almost black. Hard pants of breath through a dirty grin. "Not bad, rookie."
Jak said nothing. Pulled his clothes on, fixed his hair, put his goggles back on and grabbed his gun.
Jinx pulled his own clothes on, lazily and produced another cigar from the depths of his pockets. Lit it, scratched his jaw and picked up the lid to the trashcan. "Next time I get mine, pretty boy." And he dropped the lid on the can, then turned and walked away from him.
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Jak: Sounds like a sequel opportunity.

Card: IMMMMMMM NOOOOOT LISSSSSSTENNNNNING!

Jinx: Gasp! My ass was had?!

Card: *points at the Goosie* HER FAULT! *runs*
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