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The red tongue of grace, the blue tongue of prayer	By : Hashbard Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 1610 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The red tongue of grace, the blue tongue of prayer

(Coil – Windowpane)

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What Jak loved the most about Sandover was the sunset. It was truly a majestic sight, with the whole sky looking like if a fire lit up the celestial abode. When the Sun started to disappear beneath the horizon, flames of red would form around the star; and as the descent progressed, the hue would get deeper and deeper, moving from red to crimson and then to an otherworldly purple.

The explosion in the sky, though, wasn't the only beautiful thing related to the advance of the nocturnal period of the day, because during the first few hours of sunset, when the empyrean sphere would be of a golden hue, everything would look as if covered by an aurulent carpet: the leaves, the rooftops, even people themselves. It was like if everything turned into pure gold for a few hours, shining with life in its most fiercest aspects.

For Jak the most beautiful things during this liminal period, when the whole world seemed to reveal its preternatural splendour as the Sun and the Earth joined together in embraces of Love, were the things he loved most. First, it was the sea, for a golden path leading into paradise formed on its reflective surface during the late afternoon hours and reminded the introvert boy of ancient cities and events from distant past that seemed extremely close and personal to him. The second manifestation of pure beauty was, of course, Daxter.

The redhead was by virtue of Nature an avatar of pure energy, but the descending Sun added an additional layer to his energetic persona. With the gold sheen of the Sun gliding down his unruly red hair, reflecting away from his buckteeth, covering the freckled skin of the face like the caress of a loving Mother, Daxter looked like someone of royal blood for Jak.

Almost every afternoon Jak looked with nothing but awe at Daxter, at how he moved with fine grace, at how his perpetual smile showed the presence of intoxication with joy, and at how the transparent gold reflected from his skin, eyelashes, and the little hair covering his arms and legs; but the most attractive thing for the blond were Daxter's blue eyes, which looked like windows into the sky above, doorways into limitless realm of the clouds. Many evenings Jak had done nothing but stare into these deep blue eyes, ready to burst with power as tremendous as lightning. Today wasn't an exception.

“It's kinda bad you'll be away for awhile, Keira,” Daxter said, playing with the sand between his legs.

“I understand, but I need someone else to talk to than you two,” Keira said and smiled. “It's kinda weird having only boys as friends, you know? Even if they're two awesome guys like you.”

As a confirmation of her words, Keira brushed the gold-and-red hair of the boy sitting to her left and the green-and-yellow hair of the one right to her.

Although Jak liked Keira strokes, he was totally absorbed with Daxter at the moment. He just couldn't take his eyes away from the thin fingers through which myriads and myriads of little crystals returned back into the sea of sand, each grain shining as if a whole Sun were concealed within its hard shell. And the clothes...the hands...the fingers...

“I hope you'll have a great time,” Daxter said, looking at Keira with the wide ecstatic smile of his. “An' maybe we'll drop out one day or another.”

Keira looked down at the space between her and Daxter. “It would be great, but I don't think my dad would be very happy – he already thinks I spend too much time with you. “

“Who cares?” Daxter retorted. “There's nothin' wrong with us an' with what we're doin'.”

“Explain this to him,” Keira said, then got up, her knees making a loud pop. “I must go now. See you soon.”

With a smile on her face, Keira turned toward the little plateaus and hills the village was built upon, and went in a relaxed pace toward the amalgamation of round houses with conical roofs that looked incredibly cozy yet somehow distant, a reminder of time long passed by.

With the mechanic genius gone, there was nothing between Jak and Daxter; and the blond teen used the opportunity to move closer to lightning incarnate, eyes fixed at the skin covered by a carpet of yellow so strong it hurt his eyes, at the little specks of red covering the cheeks and the bridge of the nose and looking like tiny drops of the accomplished Great Work that somehow spilled out of the seer's retort, and at the little flocks of hair that fell out from the boy's Dragonballs styled haircut, every single one of them filled with life in its most energetic manifestation
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When Jak got close enough to feel the warmth emanating from the redhead's body, he stopped, for just being so near Daxter, only a few inches away from him at best, was turning him on like a that root which he and Dax had accidentally swallowed a few months ago. His mouth was dry, while his hands were sweaty, sand clinging uncomfortably to them. His stomach was nothing but a twisted knot of metal, and the heart seemed to beat in his throat, not in the chest. Precursors, why was he turned on so much? Ah, yes, that stupid bet. It was unbelievable, but he, Jak, the boy with steel muscles and a will strong enough to overcome the rules of Nature, was losing control right now.

“It's sad Keira's not 'round here, y' know,” Daxter said, looking at the ocean, ears dropped. “Sometimes I got the feeling like Ol' log is destroyin' her, not givin' her enough space to live.”

Jak nodded. He was looking at Daxter, experiencing awe at one level and attraction at another one. No, not attraction. Attraction had existed through the childhood and the first year of puberty. Later it turned into something deeper. No, it wasn't even love the kind those teenagers of the older age group experimented with while hidden underneath the great pyramids up the beach, for he and Daxter had been exploring the same territory since the first day they had experienced the electric freshness of the erotic impulse. Jak felt there wasn't a word for this feeling that appeared every time he looked into Daxter's eyes.

“On the other hand, it's great Ol' log wouldn't be 'round here for a couple of days,” Daxter continued, hands still playing with the sand. “Less work for us, 'cause I'm tired of doin' meaningless chores.”

Jake continued to stare at his best pal in the world; and when Dax smiled, Jak felt as if Mother Goddess poured a drop of ambrosia into his heart,which then spread through his chest, making him smile involuntarily, bringing waves of shivers up the neck and all over the face, stilling all his mind chatter, and making him look at Daxter like if the picaresque teen was nothing short but a deity.

Yes! Devotion! That was the name for the feeling he had for Daxter. No, although it was close enough.

“It seems everyone's goin' somewhere today,” Daxter said, looking at the shining path oscillating on the ever shifting hills of the sea. “Your uncle is goin' to the plateau; the stonecutter – the widow's son with the muse - has a party to attend; ol' lady is in the jungle spyin' some fluorescent birds; an' my holder, Shaymus, is also goin' away - if I remember right, he's joinin' the stoned cutter, but I maybe wrong – so we have almost the whole village to ourselves. What shall we do?”

As Daxter looked at him with the powerful eyes of his, Jak felt the bottom of the stomach drop. It was too unexpected. It was too beautiful. And the face...Jak really wanted to stretch a hand, caress the side covered by the gold, and then plant his lips onto the two thin lines of pink. He didn't want to do a deep kiss, with the tongue exploring every valley inside Daxter's mouth, but wanted simply to have a lips-to-lips contact – it felt more powerful and arousing than the whole tongue in your partner's cheek thing.

Jak knew he could easily do it - for he and Daxter loved to do this kind of stuff, as well as many other things that drove them out of stasis of Sandover existence – but he felt right now wasn't the right moment. One of the things he and Daxter had learned during all the hours spent in dalliance was that the less you allow yourself to be driven by lust, the more powerful would be the end result In the end, the fun was in the process, not in getting the tension released, as they have thought for the first year after the first awefull orgasmic experience. Furthermore, there was that effing bet between them...Right now, Jak wanted to get back one month back in time and slap himself out of accepting the contest. Teenage boys weren't supposed to pass through such perilous tests of will.

“Jaaaak,” Daxter brought the blond teen back to Earth and, as he dropped a stare at Jak's crotch, a smile formed on his face. Jak immediately recognized that smile. Jak brought his knees to chest and enveloped them with his arms. Better to be safe, for it Daxter would attack, like he had done so many times during these hellish weeks, Jak wouldn't be able to hold back like the previous time – the charge was too much, and he was tense like a guitar string attuned to the point when even a single stroke could snap it in two. But how... how... strongly he wanted to give in...to let go and dissolve into the sea of infinite blissful awareness...Be cursed his male pride!

Instead of jumping on Jak, Daxter looked around and, after having made clear no one was spying on them from every direction possible, lunged forward, his warm breath caressing Jak's neck.

“Y'know there's one way to cheat,” Daxter whispered in Jak's ear, which flew up from the psychedelic like income of erotogenic stimuli. Only by sheer force of will did Jak stop himself from kissing Daxter and stroking his warm skin protected by a shifting imperceptible coating of liquid gold. Precursors, Jak never could have imagined it was possible to get so horny that even the voice of your best friend brought one to the brink of boundless existence outside space and time.

When the blond overcame the sensual shock caused by Daxter's breath, full with the fresh aroma brought by the diviner's mint, warm and moist as the secret cavern he visited during nighttime, he fully grasped what the redhead meant. Jak moved away from the redhead and frowned, ears lifted up to the max, Dax. That's cheating.

Daxter sighed, “As far as I remember, the condition was that none of us could come, right?”

Jak nodded, and his ears went down a few inches, Well, yes. But it's too dangerous. It's very easy to slip.

“It's worth a try, don't you think? We do things like that every time, although this time it will be without the mess.”

Daxter was actually right. During all the years from the first experience of breaking through the barriers, they had been doing something very similar to what Dax had described him, only ending with the final result. Considering all their training and knowledge gained from all the experiences they had, it would be a walk in the park, and the question of losing it would be pretty minimal; but on the other hand they never had avoided sexual acts of any kind for a whole month – the longest they managed to survive without any form of sexual activity, either of solitary or mutual nature, was limited to five days – so the control and all could go down the drain in a matter of a few seconds. Then, the one unfortunate enough to let go of his genetic material would have to spend a whole night at the Precursors' ruins near Rocky Village – not a pleasant experience judging by all the stories and legends circulating about that place.

Despite all the troubles and risks associated with their venture, Jak decided to give in. There was no way he could say no right now. His friend down there was throbbing, wanting to rip his pants apart, explode, and fill the universe with the vital fluid, mercury of the male body. Plus, Daxter was too irresistible. Every cell of his skin looked detailed and three dimensional under the astral fire of the Sun; yellow glints rode up and down red streaks of hair, furious and unruly just like the teenager who had befriended Jak a long time ago; but the most beautiful were his eyes, which looked like two portals into the highest aethyrs, into places inaccessible even to the most experienced and skilled remote viewers. In the blue eyes of Daxter Jak could see the emptiness and luminosity of the sky coupled with the brilliant scintillating waters of the sea, and it was too much to resist.

As a response to Daxter's question, Jak dropped his ears, brought his face closer to the redhead's, and simply nodded, teasing his only friend, bringing oil into the burning fire at the base of the boy's spine, giving him the exactly same shock the redhead had given him a few minutes ago.

“Let's get to my place then. It's more secluded,” Daxter said in a trembling tone, unable to hold back the tension growing inside him, then got up from the sand.

Jak didn't follow Daxter immediately, for he was enraptured by Daxter's graceful movement as the redhead shook the sand from the buttocks, and by the growing tent barely protected by the red tunic.

“Are you coming?” Daxter asked, face decorated by a warm yet somehow kinky smile.

Jak got up, excitement overflowing his heart.

Rock hard wand protruding slightly from beneath the blue tunic, Jak followed Daxter, eyes focused on the sea. The silent teen couldn't pinpoint the exact reason why he was so attracted to sea; and sometimes at night he even dreamed of it, full of weird ships, dry skinned coastal tribes, and always with the sea priestess who invited him on a journey through the aquatic realm. After this kind of oneiric excursion, Jak woke up, looked at the early morning sea from his little oval window, and experienced a deep sadness, like if he were brought back from his real home into an eldritch environment. Daxter, though, a few hours later, if he wasn't sleeping with him already, always brought comfort to his nostalgic soul by embracing him.

When the boys reached the stairs leading to the hills and platforms of Sandover, Daxter turned and clapped Jak on the shoulder.

“The one who'll reach my place last would be the first to receive pleasure,” he said, smiling.

Surprised, Jak lowered his ears, That's not fair!

“Then shake up yourself a little, pal,” Daxter said and dashed up the stairs.

Daxter was always the sneaky one, holding some tricks in his sleeves until the right opportunity appeared. Guessing by their state of consciousness right now, with the neural pathways exploding with bliss from every touch and even words, being the one receiving pleasure would be a safe way to lose the bet.

Oh well, if Daxter wanted to play, then he would play. Smile on the face, horn in the pants, Jak started to run. Daxter said they would stay at his place, right? Then the race would be long, for Daxter's keeper lived atop the tallest cliff of Sandover, right at the farthest edge of the ark which separated the hamlet from the forbidden jungle.

As Jak run through the green streets of central Sandover, past the fountain bringing into the vibrant late afternoon air scintillating drops of transparent gold, and across lawns of houses abandoned for the weekend, he truly felt better – less lazy and more upbeat, just like Daxter predicted – and the erection in the pants which had bothered him at the start disappeared, giving him more speed.

At times Daxter would stop and loll his tongue at Jak; at times Daxter would hide behind a house, wait for Jak to pass by, follow him, clap him on the back and run away; and at times Dax would stop, wait till Jak would arrive to close proximity, and then dash forward; but all of this was part of the game. During the frolic, they, like two snakes uncoiling toward the Sun, would meet and then leave each other only to meet again, their paths weaving across Sandover, the beach, and the crepuscular space of the forest covering the hills protecting the coastal haven from the cold winds of the mainland. It was like the dance of lovers intoxicated by the wine of Love and Joy, who felt high and mighty even during the departure for they knew about the inevitable encounter resting ahead.

The more Jak looked at his redhead pal, the more he was enthralled by him. Despite having the reputation of being clumsy, Daxter could walk, hop and run pretty gracefully when he wanted; and the blond teen felt sometimes as Daxter wasn't really jumping but rather dancing above the ground, like if he were a sky dancer who had come down on Earth to bring him, and him only, the rapture of existence.

But when the redhead smiled, Jak could only compare Daxter with some of the wrathful deities depicted in Samos's books about magic. There was something utterly ecstatic in the smile of his that made Jak think about the red skinned gods and goddesses in dancing poses atop corpses, engulfed in fire, adorned with garlands of skulls and jewelry made of bones, drinking blood from skullcaps, with eyes enflamed by love and pure bliss. In the end, though, wasn't Dax one of the gods, and one who had decapitated himself in order to give Jak the taste of his blood?
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