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video chat	By : Lady-Darkstreak Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 1695 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the game (JakX) this story is based on (Jak & Daxter) nor do I make any money from writing it.

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“…. then Tess grabs the guy by the ear and walks his drunk ass right out the door. He was crying like a two-year-old saying ‘mommy! I don’t wanna go the bed!’ funniest shit I’ve seen all night!” Daxter fell sideways with laugher. Hugging his sides and kicking bare feet into the couch.
Jak smirked, propping his feet up on the coffee table, waiting for his boyfriend to calm down enough to continue their conversation. Once again wishing he and Daxter were in the same room coz as much as he loved Daxter’s stories, he preferred to kiss the idiot into a quivering silence.
But business and circumstance had separated them for a week. Jak had to travel to Kras to fill out far too much paperwork concerning next season’s tournament. Then he had to stay around and watch as officials poked and leered at each one of his cars, writing little notes and whispering among themselves because for some reason, vehicle inspection had to be done by very old men who worked at the breakneck speed of ‘unsteady shuffle’ and could only inspect a max of three cars a day. Meaning Jak had to sit through this repeat of technical hell for a week. Making him wish his team owned less cars or that he could trade in his light power of slowing down time, to speeding it up so he could get this headache over with.
Meanwhile Daxter had to stay and run the Naughty Ottsel. Generally Tess was fine with that charge but had demanded some time off. Something Daxter wasn’t brave enough to refuse and in all fairness, he could stand to fill in for a while. He also had paperwork to catch up on and a house band to hire. The jukebox had served the bar well, but a live band was something the growing business needed.
Since Tess had returned from her mini holiday that day, Daxter wasn’t as in demand as he had been for the last week and Tess was happy to be back, ordering about her mini army of workers and shoving Daxter towards the pile of invoices that was growing in the office and need to be sorted through. Daxter was all for making a run for it and joining Jak in Kras but the racer talked him out of it. Pissing Tess of was never a healthy idea and besides, Jak would be back in two days anyway. A couple more days apart wouldn’t kill them.
“Jak? Jaaak~”
Jak looked up, not even remembering looking away.
“something on yer mind?” Daxter was sprawled out sideways on his couch, the video feed they were talking through was good enough that they could see each other in perfect detail. But as clear as the picture was, nothing would compare to physical presence. Something they both yearned for, even if admitting it was a rare feat.
“sorry.” Jak rubbed at his face and failed to stifle a yawn. “What were you saying?”
Daxter sighed. “nothing important. Another long day huh?”
Something of a disgruntled noise escaped the blonde. “I swear these old basteds are messing with me. They go over every mod, every damn panel, and then they want me to tell them exactly what each car is going to be used for.” He covered his eyes. “its combat racing! What do they think I’m going to do with the cars? Start a bake sale?”
One brief fit of giggles later, and Daxter had rolled onto his stomach. “well if you’d let me come down there and join you, you have someone to keep you sane while those official’s did their thing.”
“we’ve been over this Dax, no point in you coming all the way here when I’ll be back in Haven in a few days anyway. Besides, I’m betting you still having gotten all that paperwork done that Tess wanted you to do.”
“meh.” The redhead waved a hand dismissively. “I’ll get it done. Not like its going anywhere.” He sat up, facing the screen properly. “still don’t know why you’re bothering with these official checks. You could have just taken Razer’s advice and-”
“and cheat my way through it? Get the papers stamped without having anything checked because I handed these old goats a pile of money?” Jak deadpanned. “no. not happening.”
“still don’t see why not. You chose to be law-abiding at the weirdest times, I swear.”
“I’m not a crook Dax.”
Daxter grinned. “course not. Can you tell me what the speed limit in haven is?”
Jak flipped him off. Granted he didn’t always pay attention to the rules and he had broken enough laws, killed enough people and generally done a lot of things he shouldn’t have, but he was not a crook. He’d saved everyone and everything a few times over. Hero. Thank you very much.
“such a sweat-talker you are..” Daxter rolled his eyes, leaning back to sink into the cushions. “you been sleeping? You look like crap.”
Sometimes it was scary how well Daxter knew him. Jak’s immediate thought was to lie but the thought was dismissed just as quickly. Daxter could always tell when he was lying, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. “not really.”
“dreams?” Daxter looked concerned.
“some nights, yeah..” he admitted. Nightmares had plagued him for years now, but only when he slept alone. Just having Daxter near him while he slept was enough to bring him peace in the quiet hours. “but mostly I’m just cold.”
Daxter actually chuckled at that. “yer run hotter than anyone with all that eco in you, yet you still need me to keep you warm? Yer going soft Jak.”
“says the guy who purrs in his sleep.” Jak mocked.
Not even the video feed could hide Daxter’s blush. “shut up. I do not.”
“you know I like your purring. Reminds me of the ottsel days when you slept curled up around my neck. Purring coz you’re all happy and warm.”
A sidelong glace. “sap…”
“though I’ll always prefer you without the fur.”
“only because you couldn’t fuck me back then.” There was teasing tone to Daxter voice, the kind of tone that would usually lead to naked activities.
“I should hang up on you..” Jak threatened.
“should you..?” Daxter was undoing the buckles on his jacket, letting it fall open. He stretched slowly, dragging up the hem of his shirt to show just enough skin to get Jak’s attention.
Jak had ditched his jacket and boots ages ago for the sake of comfort. “what are you doing?”
“me?” Daxter smiled innocently, running hands down his own chest. “I’m not doing anything.”
Jak swallowed, watching as Daxter continued to do nothing by trailing those long fingers over his groin and circled back up to the button of his pants, letting his legs fall open.
“you should have let me come to Kras. Now look.. so alone.. no one to help me..” The jacket was completely shrugged off and flung in a random direction to promptly be forgotten about. Hands wondered, touching in places Jak so very much wanted to touch. His zipper was pulled down slowly and both hands went under the material, he squirmed and bucked, groaning loudly. All the while, never looking away from Jak.
Jak turned the communicator off and stood up. Blushing furiously and unsure if he should yell at something or jerk off. The tightness of his pants told him exactly what he should do. His brain however told him that Daxter was an asswipe of a tease and that he should call him back and tell him so before going to bed. He sat back down and when the communicator clicked back to life, Daxter had lost his pants, his underwear and apparently all sense of shame.
“couldn’t stay away, huh?” he winked, stroking himself from tip to base in lazy movements. Sprawled out in a way that hid nothing from Jak’s view.
Jak’s brain had shut down and all he could do was stare while his lover put on a display worthy of a porn video. His own hand was down his pants of its own accord.
“you like watching me, don’t you babe?” he licked at two of his fingers before sucking on them, coating them with spit and using the moisture to help glide his hand around a swollen cock head. “oh yeah.. feels so good. Feel better if it was you. You’d touch me, wouldn’t you babe? Make me feel good?”
Jak nodded dumbly.
“yeah, course you would. You’d take care of yer pal. You’re good at that.” He bucked into his hand, holding onto the back of the couch with the other. Breathy moans floated around the room from the speakers.
The heat in the pit of Jak’s stomach and the very appealing actions happening on the screen in front of him was enough for the blonde to lose his pants and mimic Daxter stroke for stroke. Why, oh why the fuck had he convinced Daxter to wait in Haven for him? What kind of stupidity was that?
Daxter smirked. “you look good babe.” He groaned. “you know what I’d do if you were here?”
“what?” Jak asked, digging fingers into his thigh.
“I’d have you on yer knees, putting that tongue of yours to good use.” Daxter’s breath hitched and his hand slowed down, letting out a long sigh. “coz your good with that tongue. Wouldn’t have thought it, being so quiet most of the time…”
Jak snorted. “shut up, Dax.”
“nah, I don’t think I should. You’re enjoying it too much.” His grin widened. “Or do you want to tell me what to do?” he hips wiggled. “how bout it, big guy? Wanna boss me around?”
Daxter was pushing Jak outside his comfort zone. This impromptu displayed wasn’t something they’d ever done but Jak had decided to roll with it. In the same way he generally rolled with most of Daxter’s idea’s, if he didn’t like something he knew how to walk away and Daxter never pressed an issue too hard. He knew Jak wasn’t above giving him a good thumping around the ears if he did. So Daxter asking Jak to take charge and be more vocal was just another push, it was up the usually quiet hero if he would take up the challenge or not.
An almost silence briefly developed while Jak made up his mind. “… get your legs up.”
Daxter obeyed, putting both his feet up on the couch and letting his legs fall open.
“two fingers in.”
Daxter did with a showy moan, working them in and around, scissoring and pumping until Jak told him to add more. Good thing he’d grabbed the lube when Jak hung up on him before. And with a lil time, he could get his whole fist in there. “feels nice babe. Not as nice as you though..”
Jak almost forgot he was supposed to be telling Daxter what to do, the display was very… captivating. “do… use more lube. I want all your fingers in there.”
“you’re so buying me new toys after this..” Daxter muttered, adjusting himself on the couch for a better angle.
If he was referring to sex toys or weapons, Jak wasn’t sure. Not like Jak hadn’t personally funded Daxter’s collection of both already. “sure Dax, whatever you want.” He stroked himself in time with Daxter’s display, easily imaging himself in place of those skilled fingers.
“very unfair, getting me worked up and you’re not even here.”
“you started it.”
“did not~” Daxter whined. A picture of innocence, even with four fingers in his ass and a hand rubbing across his chest and stomach. Then there was a familiar grin on that freckled face and Daxter suddenly got very loud and fucked himself with his own hand, practically screaming obscenities with a few too many mentions of Jak’s name.
Jak came with a hard squeeze of his cock and hung up on Dax again. The screen blank as he came down off his orgasm high and a furious blush was on his face. That much noise was still outside his comfort zone, and he was betting that’s why Daxter had done it. Still, the sticky evidence on his hand was proof enough that Daxter’s methods of breaking down comfort zone walls was slowly working. Even if he did get carried away at times.
His phone buzzed, a new message blinking on the screen. He read it with a chuckle and cleaned himself up before replying.
//love you too Dax <3//
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