After Friendship

Is anybody still reading this story? I understand if some of you have abandoned me, but thank you to those who are still patiently waiting. I know it's late, sorry, but I did my best to hurry up. On the whole I’m not overly pleased with this chapter; it feels like I could have done a better job. :/

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blackcobra: I know, very bad place, but here you have the continuation.
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Branny: Sorry, I know, I’m very evil. But here is the naughtiness that you demanded. XD
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AlphaOmegaPsi: I didn’t make you wait for too many month at least… ;P
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Winters_Solitude: I’m glad you like it, here you have your awaited Jak/Daxter smut. :)
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Some of the shyness returned to them when they found themselves half naked in bed together.

"Are you sure about this?" Jak inquired.

'No, but I’m sure as hell wasn't going to stop now.’

"Yeah, go on." Even though he tried to, Daxter couldn't keep his voice from wavering slightly.

Of course Jak noticed it, there was nothing you could keep from the big guy.

"Dax?"

"I'm fine, just a little nervous, that's all. Now, go on."

Jak still looked a little unsure, like he was wondering if he truly was allowed to touch him. Daxter laughed.

“I’m not going to break, Jak.”

He reached up and grabbed the hero’s broad shoulders to pull him closer. He let his index finger trace a line down the firm abdomen, just stopping short at the waistband. Jak closed his eyes and hummed appreciatively.

Daxter grinned. 'Oh yeah, that's the stuff.'

Of course he had seen Jak's naked chest before but he never really had the opportunity to truly stare at it like now, and not to mention touching it, not in this manner at least. Jak seemed just at amazed at getting a chance to paw at his best friend and was carefully exploring his body with big callused hands in the most endearing way. Daxter bit his lips when he reached his ticklish sides, not wanting to destroy the mood by bursting out laughing. Jak reminded him of a timid animal that too easily could be scared away with any sudden sounds and movements.

Eventually they both grew bolder, and Daxter clung to Jak when their lips met in heated kisses followed by more groping. Jak was mostly quiet, as usual, besides a few moans and groans. Daxter was of course the total opposite, even if Jak was making it a bit hard to save enough breath to speak.

"I could definitely get used to this," he managed to pant between kisses.

His pyjama pants had grown uncomfortably tight and he pressed himself up against Jak, seeking some sort of friction for the aching between his legs. Jak obliged and met him with a push of his own hips, making them both moan at the harsh contact.

"Ehm, so how do we do this?" he asked breathlessly.

It took awhile for Jak to process the question before he drew back and looked at him, perplexed.

"Do this...?" he wondered, unsure with red tinted cheeks.

Daxter was pleased to see that he wasn’t the only one seeming a bit flushed.

He cleared his throat awkwardly. "You know…"

'Oh God, don't make me say it.’

"I mean, do you know what to do?"

Well, at least he wasn't the only one feeling embarrassed anymore. Jak's cheeks had turned blazing red, and he was stuttering. Cute, Daxter thought with a small smirk.

"Well, uh kind of. There was this article that I read…" he trailed off with a grimace.

Daxter was surprised at this, but also amused.

"So what kind of magazines have you been reading?" he wondered with a smirk.

If Daxter had thought that Jak's cheeks couldn't get any redder, the hero certainly proved him wrong.

"It wasn't mine! Some guys left it at the headquarters, I just happened to find it." Jak said defensively.

"Yeah, sure thing Jak. I didn't know you read that kind of stuff—"

"I'm not!" Jak was now looking highly uncomfortable. "Can we just not talk about it, ok?"

Deciding that now might not be the best time to tease his buddy, since the hand that had been so expertly caressing him before had stopped, he reassured Jak.

"I'm just messin’ with you big guy, but you should have seen the look on your face just now.”

Daxter laughed, then he wriggled his hips impishly.

“Come on, I’m still waiting, show me your stuff.”

With regained confidence Jak growled and attacked.

Daxter squealed when his hips were grabbed and he was pushed higher up on the bed, a position that situated Jak's face right over his crotch. He bit down hard on the inside of his cheek when feeling hot breath hit his twitching cock through the thin fabric of his trousers.

"What are you doing down there, big guy?" he stuttered, squirming uncomfortably.

Jak didn't answer but he felt an unmistakably hot wetness that couldn't be anything else but Jak's tongue licking and sucking its way along his waistband. His little buddy between his legs jumped with anticipation.

'Damn, does that have a life of its own.'

When Jak drew back for a moment, that's when Daxter noticed.

Their positions.

"Hey, who said you could be on top?" he questioned with a pout.

Jak gave him a cheeky grin. "I didn't ask."

Feeling rather comfortable on the bed and with what Jak was doing, he decided to let it slid.

Just this time.

"Well, just don't get used to it, big guy."

'That's right, don't think Daxter the man will roll over every time, just this once I can be lenient.'

Jak chuckled. Daxter huffed and aimed a kick at him. But having someone's mouth close to your crotch wasn't exactly doing wonders for your aim and all he managed to hit was a pillow that fell to the floor with a thump.

Jak ignored his antics and continued his tongue’s exploration of his body. His breath hitched when the hero slowly started to pull down his trousers together with his underwear.

'Very efficient Jak.'

All thoughts at aiming a second kick suddenly seemed very far away. Their eyes met and he met the silent question with a nod. When he felt the last article of clothing being divested he closed his eyes and took a steadying breath. He heard a rustle of clothes and opened his eyes again, in time to see Jak kicking of his own trousers and boxers.

They stared at each other.

He squirmed under Jak's scrutinizing gaze, feeling self-conscious when it hit him that he was lying completely naked before his best friend. He knew he was scrawny and pale with a minimum amount of muscles on his bone frame. He was nothing like Jak, who was nothing less than perfect. His body toned by muscle of just the right size, and his skin tanned golden brown by the sun. A variety of scars decorated his body but it did nothing to mar his appearance. There was just another part of Jak. His own smooth skin made him feel like a sheltered puppy.

Jak must have seen some of his trepidation, because suddenly he was leaning over him and placed a light kiss on his nose. The hero's hair fell down into his face and he giggled when it tickled his nose. He gazed up in the dark blue eyes that were situated right above his.

"You're beautiful, Daxter."

He licked his lips nervously. 'What do I say to a thing like that?' He didn't know, so instead he leaned up to meet those full lips in a kiss.

“You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful,” Jak softly repeated into the kiss. Then with a lingering touch to his cheek he drew back.

Daxter looked on with curiosity when he placed himself between his open legs.

"What are ya doing hot-stuff?"

Jak grinned, lowered his head and captured Daxter’s lips in a teasing kiss.

"You'll see."

When Jak's groin suddenly ground down in to his, he moaned appreciatively.

That was nice.

He grabbed a hold of Jak's shoulder to encourage him to continue. Which thankfully he did. It started out at a slow pace but soon they both grew more frantic. Daxter dug his nails into the hero’s shoulders, breathing heavily as he clung to Jak desperately. He knew he was making little needy sounds in his throat, which could have been quite embarrassing if he would have been in the right mind to care.

He needed more, of what he didn't know, but at the moment he was practically humping against Jak's groin, thigh, anything he could get a hold of. He just couldn't get enough friction. He looked at Jak questioningly when he suddenly with a grunt stopped and slumped down beside him on the bed.

"Jak?"

"Sssch."

Jak slid closer and made him lay on the side so that they were facing each other. He could feel hot breath hit his face. They met in a slow kiss, which was nice but left Daxter wondering why they had stopped the wonderful activity they just been doing. His member twitched impatiently between his legs.

He gasped when he suddenly felt himself enclosed by a large callused hand, and not just him, the hero had a firm grip on both their lengths. Jak met his eyes.

"Ok?"

"Yeah, go on," he answered, wanting Jak to continue whatever he was doing.

The hand began to slide up and down, creating a delightfully warm cocoon for their shafts. Lips found their way to his neck and sucked and nibbled at his skin. Daxter writhed under the unused, but welcome ministrations. He didn't feel coherent enough to do much more than move his hips in time with Jak's hand. Wanting to anchor himself to something he clung to Jak's neck, panting into the green-blond locks.

Daxter breathed heavily.

“You’re pretty good at this,” he panted out.

Jak only grunted in reply.

The pressure was building up in his belly and he could feel he was getting close. Just one more moment and he would—

He almost came close to hitting Jak when his hand suddenly slowed down.

"Jaaakk dammit, come on, I'm close!"

Jak grinned.

"Patience, Dax," he teased.

'So not the time to play around, Jak.’

Wanting to wipe of that damn smirk Daxter leaned up and captured a pert brown nipple between his teeth. He couldn't actually see the hero's expression changing but he was pretty sure there was anything but a smirk left on Jak's face when he bit down hard on the nipple. He hummed appreciatively around it when Jak grunted and pushed up hard against him.

The hand wrapped around their members picked up speed again.

‘Mission completed.’

He kept playing with the abused nipple, only stopping to pant when Jak manage to get in a particularly nice stroke. They were both getting frantic, he was close now and judging by the sounds Jak was making, he was in just the same state.

When at last the pressure suddenly escalated he let out a strangled cry, remembering too late anyone who might be close by could hear them. But he just didn't find the effort to care as he lay in a boneless mass on the bed. A few seconds later he heard Jak grunt and dropped down beside him. He was not pleased to see Jak's semen join his own in an even bigger pile on his stomach.

He looked for something to clean himself with but Jak beat him to the task and reached down for his t-shirt on the floor and wiped him off with lazy movements before he tossed it on the floor again.

Jak turned to face him again and pulled him close to his chest while drawing the sheet over them. Daxter snuggled closer to the warmth. They probably should have a shower, but not now.

"You ok?" Jak mumbled into his ear.

"Uh huh, better than ok. Did you learn that from a magazine?”

“Not really, I kind of improvised.”

“Good going.”

Jak snorted, “Glad you approve.”

“Mhmm.”

Daxter could feel his eyelids getting heavy. The warmth surrounding his boneless body, and the sound of Jak’s heartbeat against his ear was making him sleepy. Jak’s finger brushed against his cheek.

“Sleep,” was whispered barely audibly into his ear.

And sleep he did.

Daxter dreamt, of a time in Sandover long ago. It had been a hot day and they had gone swimming in the ocean, Jak had dunked him under the water more times than he could count. He wanted his revenge, so on their way back to shore Daxter had decided that a surprise tackle from behind was in order.

Unfortunately it had gone as it usually did. Jak had somehow ended up with the upper hand, and he had landed with a thud in the sand. The only difference was that this time he had actually managed to bring Jak down with him. Daxter had laughed, pleased with himself, when he had managed to regain his breath again, but had soon fallen silent when he became aware of that Jak wasn't joining his laughter. He had frowned when noticing the green-blond boy looking down on him with an unreadable expression. There had been something strange and different about it, and Daxter had felt somewhat unnerved. He grew very still under his friend, and had done nothing more than to stare wide eyed when Jak had leaned in closer. Their faces just inches from each other. Some strange instinct, that Daxter still couldn't explain, had made him arch up and their lips had lightly brushed against one another.

Then a moment later he was sputtering and coughing when a wave of cold water hit his face and invaded his nose and mouth. With a chuckle Jak had pulled him to his feet to help him escape the suddenly high waves and patted his back until he could breathe freely again.

The moment had been lost.

Two days later they had gone to Misty Island, and everything had changed. They never talked about it again.

The memory had been pushed to the back of his mind, and Daxter had almost forgotten about it. The chaos that followed afterwards hadn’t really left much time to ponder more over it. He smiled to himself, he was glad at being reminded of it. Maybe it would have turned out differently if they had stayed in Sandover, and he remained a human. But he couldn't complain about his current situation; it may have taken awhile but now here they were. And yesterday had been, wow, just wow. Definitely a bit surreal, but so damn good.

Or was it the same day still, Daxter wasn’t sure, it seemed to still be some light, was it only just evening or was it morning? He just couldn’t make the effort to care. Daxter glanced over at Jak were he lay sleeping beside him. His chest slowly lifting in heavy breaths. He smiled at the serene picture it presented. He was probably the only one that knew how soft and vulnerable Jak could look at times. In sleep there were nothing hard about his features, they were soft, relaxed and the little frown on his forehead was smoothed out to nothing. He looked like a big cuddly teddy bear.

His teddy bear.

Come to think about it, cuddling seemed like a pretty good idea at the moment. He scooted closer but stopped and winced at the sudden movement. He was still a bit sore and stiff. Not so much from the lovemaking, but from before… Daxter frowned at the unwanted images that assaulted him.

'No, I'm not going to think about that now,' he decided firmly.

A bit more cautious this time he wiggled his way to Jak and carefully snuggled closer to the sleeping hero. He giggled softly when Jak's hot breath hit his face. He burrowed his head deeper into his pillow. It still felt a bit strange to cuddle your best friend, especially when being naked, but just thinking about their lovemaking made him realize that it might not be so strange after all. This was pretty mild stuff when comparing. Come to think about it, they snuggled together quite a lot when he was an ottsel, it just didn’t seemed so strange then.

At least Jak didn't seem to mind at all. He grunted when Daxter pushed up against him, but not long after a heavy hand landed to rest lightly on his waist. It felt hot, but comfortable against his skin.

He felt safe.

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Jak blinked blearily when he felt someone press up against him. At first confusion hit him until he got a face full of golden-red locks.

Daxter.

His hand slid down to rest on that incredibly slim waist. He really should get Daxter to eat more. He looked down to meet sleepy blue eyes peeking up at him among from the sheets Daxter lay snuggled in.

"Good morning."

He moved to brush away a golden lock of hair but his hand froze at the sight that greeted him. He brushed his finger lightly against the swollen and slightly miscoloured cheek. Daxter frowned then pushed the hand away, and shook his head.

"Don't. It's not your fault, so don't give me those puppy eyes. You can't take the blame for everything, Jak."

"I can't help but think I should have been there."

"Well, you weren't, and that's ok. Now get over it."

Daxter looked like he was trying to give him a stern look, but in his sleepy state it turned out more like a pout.

‘Adorable.’

"Ok, but next time you're thinking about going out alone at night, don't.”

Daxter grumbled. Jak wasn't sure if he should take it as a yes or a no, but it was the only answer he was graced with since Daxter had already buried himself under the sheets again with a muttered 'go to sleep'.

Not long after he heard a light snoring coming from under the covers.

Getting up on his elbows he glanced at the clock, it was morning.

He sank down in the bed again; deciding that any missions Torn might have for him could wait until later. With a small smile on his face he decided to join Daxter in reverie.

Life was good.

TBC

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So there you have your smut, I hope it was a little bit enjoyable at least. The story is coming to an end soon, but you can at least expect and epilogue before I’m done with this baby. Please review!