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Keep Talking	By : sillyneko345 Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 6848 -:- 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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AN: The long-awaited, much-discussed, forever-procrastinated sequel! Thank you all who have been waiting patiently (?) for it—thanks for not burning me at the stake yet. As we now realize, charred and blackened authors rarely type anything, let alone sequels.
Characters: Everyone is copyright Naughty Dog, Inc. That’s unfortunately not enough to save them from my depravity.
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It was just after daybreak when Jak began to stir. He felt a little muddled. The bed was softer than he remembered it being. And there sure were an awful lot of birds making a racket out in the outdoors this morning. Rolling over to avoid the bright sunlight streaming into the room—was it just him or was the window not quite on the right wall today?—the racer dropped one arm over a warm body.
Ah, Daxter. There he was. Smiling, Jak moved in closer, molding his own body to the slight curve of his redhead’s back and tucking his chin over the top of Daxter’s hair. Mmm. Dax sure smelled good. Fresh and clean and—
Jak lifted his head off the pillow with a sharp gasp, eyes opening wide and clear. The sight of his old bedroom met them.
“Oh, Precursors,” he breathed, almost afraid to move. He’d had this dream before, where he magically woke up back in the idyllic peace of Sandover Village without a care in the world. Lately those dreams usually also involved Daxter lying naked on the hood of the Havoc with a wreath of victory roses around his neck, though, and gods knew how realistic that was. But this?
Slowly Jak traced one hand over the smooth, carved wood of the bed’s headboard. Across the soft cloth of the blankets. Lingered on the delicately freckled skin of Daxter’s bare, sunburned shoulder. The obnoxious birds outside continued to squawk to raise the dead. Distant surf crashed against hot sand. Warm, humid air curled in at the open window, thick with the scent of salt air and growing things uncurling in the morning sun.
It was real. It really was.
Jak was too well-schooled to overreact. The completely fantastical and off-the-wall had become the norm in his life. So he simply lay there in bed, listening to his heart beat loudly in his ears, holding onto Daxter like a nervous squid. He didn’t have to wait for long, though.
A long ear twitched. Daxter stretched languorously, twisting in Jak’s arms. “Mmm. G’morning, big guy. Awful warm in here, ain’t it…?”
Jak seized the redhead by the shoulders and crushed their mouths together, kissing right through Daxter’s startled, muffled exclamations that quickly died away to nothing as he went limp and allowed the spontaneous morning lip-ravishment. When Jak finally let it break, they both had to gasp for a breath.
“Okay, that right there? I have no idea what it was about. But Daxter do likey!”
Jak nuzzled his neck. “That? That was just for being amazing.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Time out. Did I just hear that right, or am I feverish an’ delusional?” Dax grinned hugely, pressing a palm to his forehead exaggeratedly. “Is this the Dax-man finally getting a small scrap of the praise he so justly deserves?”
“When you’re right, you’re right.” Jak smiled, resting his chin on his friend’s chest. Any morning waking up next to Dax was a good one. Waking up next to Dax in their yearned-for home, warm and comfortable, with fresh memories of hot sex? That was above and beyond. “Thanks, Dax. For everything.”
The redhead’s grin mellowed into an equally affectionate smile. He reached down and began to twirl a lock of Jak’s hair around his finger. “You are most welcome, humble supplicant. You have permission to continue your praise of this great and awesome Precursor on a more physical level.”
That, Jak could most certainly do. His insides tingled pleasantly as he leaned in to kiss Daxter again, softer this time, feeling a certain liberty now that he could do anything to the redhead that he wished. Well… maybe not anything. “You’re probably still kind of sore from last night, huh?”
“No I’m not,” came the immediate argument, complete with pout. “You don’t think I’m tough enough ta handle yer junk?”
Jak grinned easily, nuzzling his friend’s temple. “That’s not it. Just, maybe we should give it a day or so, huh? Just to make sure that you won’t get sore if we do it again too soon. We can still do other things.”
The answer seemed to appease Daxter. “Other things like…?”
Jak simply gathered the redhead tightly against him. A lean leg was immediately thrown over his hip, bringing their lower bodies together as they kissed and snuggled unhurriedly, hands petting whatever mussed hair and warm skin they could reach.
“We are such saps, Jak. What happened ta our badass hero-ness?” But Dax was smiling as he said it, his nose rubbing against Jak’s playfully in direct contrast to his chastising words.
“It just got temporarily bumped to the side.”
Jak huffed and Daxter moaned happily as a sly hand snuck between them and started to stroke them together. Apparently the redhead was eager, as usual. Well, Jak wasn’t going to complain. He slipped one hand off a freckled hip and trailed it down his friend’s lower back until he could cup one pale cheek in his palm.
Daxter whimpered in question. He shivered, pressing his face to Jak’s neck as a finger found his opening and traced around it lightly. “Ah, Jak! In? Huh?”
The night before had been amazing, and Jak wanted to, but he still thought it was a good idea to give Dax a break. “Nah. Just playing.”
“Tease.”
Before Jak could throw out a suitable witty reply, Daxter sat up and shifted to kneel fully over him. Jak’s breath caught as his wrists were captured in determined hands and Daxter’s pelvis met his firmly.
“Ya snooze, ya loose, Jakkie-boy.” Dax grinned down at him. “If all yer gonna do is tease, you just forfeited bein’ on top. If yer not gonna get this party started, then I am.”
“Impatient much?” Jak muttered, but it was lost to a moan as the redhead began to rock them together. He shut his eyes and just enjoyed the softness of the bed, the heat of the morning, the licks of pleasure shooting up his spine as Daxter reached down to grip them both in his hands.
“What is this, huh?” Daxter asked huskily. “Look at ya. I get on top an’ you just melt. How come you wouldn’t let me do this last night, huh, tough guy?”
Jak blinked hazily up at his friend. Last night? Daxter had wanted to be inside him last night, at least at first. Jak had talked him out of it, coaxed him to accept letting Jak do most of the work to make them feel good, for a change. It had worked out quite well. But now… maybe Daxter wanted his turn inside?
The racer fidgeted at the thought, nervousness and arousal fighting deliciously in his stomach. Fair was fair, right? And it had felt good when it was just the redhead’s fingers in him. If Daxter’s reaction to having Jak on top had been yowling loudly for more, then having all of Dax inside would probably feel pretty good, too. So Jak spread his legs wider in subtle invitation—which Daxter completely missed.
Rather than taking the hint, Dax simply concentrated on getting them both off, apparently as fast as possible. He worked their erections together with both hands as he panted and muttered to himself and Jak at once. Heat. Friction. Firmness.
Oh. Well, this is nice, too. Really nice, actually. Oooh, yeah, faster, yesss! Jak let out a pleasured hiss as his climax snuck up on him in what seemed like no time at all and he came, stretched out under Daxter. He could feel his toes spread as wide as they were able and then curl tightly.
The redhead kept going for a while longer. With Jak spent he dropped his own shaft and fell forward to stretch out over his more muscular friend, just rubbing against him. When he leaned up for more kisses Jak obliged immediately, holding onto him tightly until he came, too. The gentler kisses and cuddles that came after made Jak seriously reconsider getting up.
“Wasn’t that great?” Daxter demanded a minute or two later as he wiped shaky hands on the sheets.
“Yeah,” Jak drawled lazily. His arms were limp at his sides, his eyes already half closed. He grinned sleepily up at his overly-energetic friend. Every morning should include sex, at least once, before they left the bed.
“There, y’see? See how great things go when you let me take charge? There was no one bustin’ in on us, no stalling, no angst, no fumbling. None’a that. Therefore Daxter is hereby in charge of all sexy-time activities, now and henceforth!”
“There were no blowjobs, no changes in position, and no need for lube, either,” Jak pointed out.
“So?”
“So that means I retain the right to be in charge half the time, wise guy.”
“Meh.” Daxter flipped his ears dismissively. “Just get over it an’ admit that yer a born submissive in bed, Jak. Nothin’ ta be ashamed of. I’ll even get you a collar, if ya want.”
Without deigning to reply Jak jerked him down and began to tickle. The best things in life, like the frantic shrieks of a redhead being slowly tickled breathless, would always be free. He rolled over, the better to pin Daxter good and proper, and kept going.
“No, no, no!” Dax finally sobbed, tears running down his red face as he laughed helplessly. “Stoooop, Jak! No more!”
Jak growled teasingly, keeping Daxter’s wrists pinned to the pillows with one hand while he poked and tickled with the other. “Begging will get you nowhere.”
“OHgodplease, fuck me again if ya want, just please sto-o-ooop!” he wailed through his laughter. Then his stomach rumbled, loudly.
They blinked at each other for a long moment as the protesting whine died away into a peeved gurgle. Even Daxter looked surprised at the volume of it, as if he himself had forgotten that he’d barely eaten in the last twenty-four hours.
“Uh… wow.”
“Clearly you wouldn’t be able to get away if I did decide to plow you,” Jak finally snorted. He did have pity, though, and let the redhead go. “Poor, hungry little thing that you are. We really, really need to get some food in you. Hold on.”
Daxter lay heaving and gasping for air as Jak got out of bed to collect the boxers they had thrown off the night before. Jak’s were in a heap where wall met floor. Daxter’s had landed on the clothing chest near the window, right where they had been flung the night before. As the racer had thought, both garments were still damp.
“We can wipe off with these, I guess.”
“Huh?” Dax propped himself up to see as Jak held them out. “I guess that means we’re both goin’ commando today. Kinky!”
“The faster we get ready, the sooner we can get back to the garage and get you some breakfast,” Jak pointed out, already wiping himself down.
That comment kick started the redhead. By the time Jak stepped into the first leg of his racing pants, Daxter was fully dressed and pulling on his gloves. Their morning tranquility was suddenly broken, however, by the sound of a door opening downstairs.
Jak’s ears perked immediately as voices drifted around the tiny hut. He jerked his pants up with a puzzled frown. “Who…? Dax, wasn’t the door locked last night?” If someone was in the house, he definitely wanted to know about it. “Maybe Uncle just got home?”
“Hang tight, I’ll check.” Daxter snuck over to the hole in the floor and peeked down, keeping his ears carefully angled back and all but his eyes and red bangs out of sight. He smirked deviously, a moment before he screamed. “HANDS UP, LADY!”
A shriek that distinctly reminded Jak of a parrot erupted from downstairs, followed by the crash of what sounded like something ceramic hitting the kitchen floor. “Daxter, if you just gave the Bird Lady a heart attack, so help me…”
The redhead laughed crazily as he backed away from the hole. “Oh, put yer shirt on, hot stuff. The sculptor’s down there, too. Looks like his muse just ran right back out the door the way they came.”
Jak groaned. “I am so not chasing that thing all over Misty Island again.”
As quickly as they could, the two finished dressing and hurried down to the kitchen, trying hard not to give off we-were-sleeping-together vibes. They pulled it off rather well, Jak thought. After all, just because they had obviously been sleeping in the same attic room, it didn’t follow that they had slept together—and even if it did, that didn’t necessarily mean they had been having sex. Even if they had. He highly doubted either of their neighbors would piece anything together.
Bird Lady was sweeping up shards of a teapot. She pouted tearfully at Daxter. “Now, see what you made me do? I had no idea you boys spent the night here, or I wouldn’t have been so startled to see you this morning!”
“Well, where else were we gonna sleep?” Daxter challenged, rummaging in a cabinet.
“Oh, it makes sense now that I’ve thought about it, but all that was on my mind a few minutes ago was dusting. I’ve been keeping the house tidy for Jak’s uncle, you know. A little dusting, a little sweeping now and then.”
So that was how the place hadn’t been infested with dust bunnies in the old man’s absence. Jak smiled and flicked an ear as the Sculptor ran by the window, calling plaintively to his Muse as he chased her around the yard.
“By the way, boys,” the Bird Lady commented innocently as she swept the broken teapot into a dustpan. “If you’re going to be staying in the house, I don’t see any harm in one of you sleeping in the old explorer’s room. It must be terribly cramped in that bed upstairs, now that you’re grown.”
“Nah, no thanks,” Dax replied absently. He had apparently come to the conclusion that no food had materialized in the kitchen overnight, and shut the cabinet with a wistful sigh. “Me an’ Jak always sleep together.”
Uh-oh. Jak cleared his throat quietly and stared pointedly at the redhead.
“I mean, uh, it’s just habit ta sleep together, I guess!” Dax corrected himself quickly. “We always used ta sleep in the same bed when we were kids, an’ I didn’t take up much space when I was an ottsel, so we just kinda… kept doin’ it.”
And doin’ it. And doin’ it. All night long.
Jak shook his head hard. Dirty thoughts had no place here. He motioned for Daxter to follow as he stepped toward the door. It was time they got going. He did pause to smile and wave at the Bird Lady. “Bye.”
“Goodbye, Jak.” She continued sweeping for a few moments before it hit her. She dropped her broom as the google-eyes in her bird hat wobbled crazily. “My goodness, Jak! When did you start speaking, dear?”
Daxter grinned. “Eh, just a little trick he picked up while we were away. He’s actually pretty good at it. Occasionally.”
The green-blonde snorted and angled his ears.
“Okay, okay, sheesh. See you around, Birdy.”
“You’re not leaving again so soon, are you, boys?” she asked sadly. “It’s just not been the same around here without you.”
“Heck, no. We’ve got, uh… someplace ta stay, not far from here. We’ll prob’ly be back every couple days. Till then!”
They stepped out into a tropical Sandover morning. Jak just stood for a moment with his face to the sun, inhaling happily. This was the life. Sure future cities like Haven and Kras might have one hundred percent more movie theaters and pizza places, but this? This was home.
Daxter hurdled the Muse as she shot by under his feet. The Sculptor shouted a farewell as he chased after the small creature and they disappeared in the direction of the beach.
The redhead stared after them for a long moment before shaking his head. “Those two are some kinda weird. Well, Jak, I’m ready if you are. Let’s get back an’ get some grub before my stomach wraps around my backbone.” Gingerly he touched his sunburned cheeks. “And I think I need some aloe. Yeah, aloe would be good.”
Jak simply chuckled, and reminded himself to keep Daxter out of the sun for a few days. Even if he did still want to ravish the little twerp on the beach.
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The walk to the cliffs was over too soon for Jak and not soon enough for Daxter, whose stomach growled periodically the entire way. From the bottom they could see the slight distortion of the warp gate up above.
“Do you think you could find a way to put some sort of temporary block on that?” Jak asked, shielding his eyes from the sun to look up. “I still have a lurker back at the garage to take care of. Oh, man, and think about what happens if the Muse runs in there. The last thing we need is a confused artist chasing her around Kras.”
“No problem. I’ll figure somethin’ out once we’re on the other side of it. Just carry me on up there an’—”
“Wait a second. What’s this ‘carry’ business?” Jak glanced at him in amusement. “You can climb.”
Huge eyes and a pouty lip met his stare. “But Jak, I’m weak! I’m about to pass out from starvation because we stayed here all day an’ all night with no food, and then you had yer barbaric way with my poor little self an’ took up the rest’a my energy!”
“You seemed to like me having my barbaric way, if I remember right.”
“Jaa-aaaak!” Daxter sniffled piteously, holding his growling stomach. The lip wibbled.
The racer sighed fondly. “Okay, okay. Ottsel-ize and I’ll carry you.”
“But going ottsel takes energy, too! You gotta carry me like this. On yer back. Like ya did when we were little.”
“What?! I am not carrying you up that cliff if you’re not small enough to sit on my shoulder, Dax. You’re skinny, but not that skinny.”
Daxter quirked a brow. “Did I just hear an admission that Jak is no longer in shape? Is that what I just—hey, no! Jak, no, put me down!”
“Take it back,” Jak growled playfully as he scooped the redhead off his feet and dipped him nearly upside down, until the tips of his ears touched the sandy turf.
Daxter flailed and laughed, gripping handfuls of Jak’s jacket, until he was flipped back up and landed safely in his bigger friend’s arms. He wrapped his arms around a strong neck and nuzzled Jak’s cheek. “Aww, well, okay. I’ll let ya carry me like this, just ‘cause you insist.”
Now that he had Daxter in his arms, Jak couldn’t bring himself to protest. He simply jumped and landed easily on the first grassy ledge as Dax held on, humming happily to himself and swinging his legs over the crook of Jak’s arm like the brat he was.
Their friends might be able to tell that something was up when they returned by way of the racer’s ridiculously good mood, but right then Jak couldn’t bring himself to care.
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To be continued.
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(2^nd)AN: See, I was working on it. I was. And there are lots of green growing type things in it, so it’s like… a St. Patrick’s Day present! Yeah, that’s it.
How about some… outtakes?
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Sculptor: Are you sure it’s alright to break into the Explorer’s house like this?
Bird Lady: It’s perfectly fine. I’ve been cleaning for him for years, so the least he can do is provide me a place to play with my boy toy.
Sculptor: *sad face*
Bird Lady: Do you want Sugar Mama to fund all those art projects of yours, or not? Pucker up, darling!
Sculptor: *sigh* Muse gets so jealous when I do this…
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Jak: Who the hell is in my house?!
Dax: Hang on, I’ll check. (peeks downstairs) ………
Jak: Well? Who is it?
Dax: Jak… I have seen something that’s going to scar me for a long, long time. Hold me.
Jak: But what—?
Dax: I said hold me, dammit!
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Dax: You! I can’t believe you!
Sculptor: Oh, come on, man. Don’t judge.
Dax: But she’s OLD! Really old. Her titties hang even with her knees!
Sculptor: She’s also got deep pockets. You know how hard life is as an independent artist?
Dax: You man-whore. Now you’ve probably got some really heinous STD. Have you been vaccinated for pecker pox? Spread by birds, if you know what I mean.
Sculptor: Uh-huh. Sure.
Bird Lady: Actually, dear? It might not hurt to get tested. There was that weekend I spent at the annual birdwatchers’ convention in Rock Village…
Sculptor: D: *cries*
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