Something More

A/N: It took me a while to figure out a good way to get this off the ground. I have so many ideas for the fic, but a lot of them are for later chapters, so it’s hard to settle down and think about what I’m working on now as opposed to what I will be working on later. I just gotta keep reminding myself that I’ll never get to “later” if I don’t finish “now.” I also think that as much as I want there to be an even flow of time throughout the fic, that it’ll slow down as I write more chapters. I’m still getting used to writing for this fandom, and writing at all, so by the end, I’m sure that the first chapter will definitely seem less good by comparison. I’ve got to get in the habit of pacing events better, you know?

Disclaimer: Jak and Daxter are the property of Naughty Dog, Inc. I’m borrowing them.

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Since they had come to Kras City, Jak and Daxter had been staying at a hotel—a nice hotel, actually (since Krew’s daughter was footing the bill). Behind the head of their bed was a large, glass window, and the hotel’s wakeup system was a shade that automatically rose at whatever time one set it to. Since neither of the boys had messed with it, it was set to open at its default time—around 10 AM. The way the light hit them, it looked almost like a peaceful photograph. Jak was lying on his back with his arms strewn unceremoniously about his sides, and he slept in a white tank top and boxers. The racer must have been kicking in his sleep, as his covers were pushed down around his hips and his shirt had shifted upward just enough to reveal his bellybutton (an innie). Jak slept peacefully, with a smile on his face. Dax, on the other hand…

Instead of taking refuge between Jak and one of his arms or sleeping on top of his best friend’s chest, Daxter lay curled around a bed of soft, green and blonde hair. His fur was standing on edge, his tail was in poof-mode, and based on how much he was twitching, you might doubt that he was actually asleep. Dax was having a bad dream, and when the ottsel’s tail began swishing back and forth across Jak’s face, the larger of the two boys started to wake up.

“Dax?” Jak questioned. Now that he was awake, he wondered how he ever fell asleep in the first place. Jak reached up to nudge the ottsel out of his slumber, and Dax reflexively dug his claws into the racer’s hair.

“Aaah—OW! Dax!” Jak resisted the urge to thrust his attacker across the room and opted instead to carefully pry the ottsel away from his head. Dax was mumbling incoherently when Jak finally got him to wake up.

Orange Lightning looked down at his best friend. He was scared. Jack had both hands around his middle and was holding him an arm’s length above his head. As Dax became more aware of his surroundings, he started to panic. He tried to wriggle out of his friend’s grasp, but the more he struggled, the tighter Jak’s grip became. Jak sat up, brought his knees up toward his chest, and placed Dax in the space between.

“WHAT is wrong with you?” Jak gave his friend a worried look and took in the silence while it lasted.

Dax inhaled deeply for what was about to be a torrent of words. “It was horrible! Me and Tess, we were together—she was still ottsel—and, an’ we were gonna have kids, but somethin’ happened to ‘er and when she died, we lost the babies, an’ it was HORRIBLE, Jak! You tried to cheer me up, an’ it kinda worked, but I was still really miserable, an’ I don’t know what I would ever woulda done without—“

“Shhh, it’s okay, Dax. …It was just a dream, don’t scare me like that.” Dax looked like he was about to cry. Jak wrapped his arms around his best friend and pulled him flush against his chest for a warm embrace. Dax rested his head in the crook of Jak’s neck, and Jak closed his eyes and tried his best to soothe his troubled friend. He stroked the ottsel’s back for what seemed like an eternity before Dax stopped whimpering and finally spoke up.

“Jak?”

“Yeah, Dax?” Jak opened his eyes and leaned back to look at his best friend.

“Remind me NEVER ta have KIDS! That was a TERRIBLE idea from the start!” Dax was back to normal. For a moment, Jak couldn’t help but smile. Then, his tone got serious.

“You must’ve been really happy when the precursors turned Tess into an ottsel.” Jak gave his friend a meaningful look.

“Eh… Not really. I mean, it was nice ta have someone like me. I felt kinda lonely when she changed back, but I know she didn’t wanna stay that way. THAT’s probably what *actually* made me feel lonely, now that I think about it. It’s just… Ah, never mind, Jak.” Dax offered a weak smile. “You don’t hafta listen ta me go on like this.”

“Dax, seriously, what is it? I mean, Tess told me you two haven’t been talking much lately. What’s really the matter?” //How do you feel about her?//

Dax’s eyes widened and he shifted uncomfortably. “Whew, aren’t we talkative today? It’s fine, Jak, just let it go, okay?”

“This is obviously important to you. Talking about it will help. What’s wrong? We can invite Tess over if you want to see her, you kn—“

“I LOVED HER! I loved her, okay? Precursors, Jak. Did ya really hafta make me say it? I thought she really cared about me, an’ now I’m starting to realize that she only flirts with me so much because there’s no way she could ever be expected to have a relationship with me. I’m tired of being a cute-and-fuzzy loudmouthed novelty! It sucks! You have so many goddamn women chasing after you—there’s no way you could know what this is like. Sometimes I don’t want to BE orange and furry, understand?”

Jak just stared blankly into his friend’s eyes. He felt a pang of guilt with each shift in Dax’s tone. Jak placed his hand over his eyes and sighed. “I’m *really* sorry, Dax… I—“ Jak’s voice was starting to crack. “I didn’t realize that… That you were so broken up about it.” //I really fucked up.//

“Jak?” //Holy shit, is he cryin’? What the hell is goin’ on here? Am I still dreaming?!// Dax pried Jak’s hand from his face, and sure enough, in the corner of Jak’s eye was the tiniest (and one of the only) tears ever shed by the battle-worn hero. Dax met his gaze.

“I’m fine, now, big guy. Sorry fer keepin’ all that ta myself fer so long. It’s really not yer fault. I shouldn’ta gotten my hopes up so much, ya know?” Dax recognized the irony in the fact that he was cheering up Jak when HE’S the one who just had a traumatizing nightmare followed by an even MORE traumatizing conversation. Still, Jak was being so cute at the moment. //You really are my best friend.//

Jak remained silent for a while, and his voice was barely above a whisper when he finally spoke. “That was wrong.”

“What?” //What the hell is he talkin’ about?//

“Tess really shouldn’t have led you on like that—it was wrong.”

//Awwww, he really DOES care about me!// “I’m okay now, big guy. Ya really cheered me up. I’m glad that at least YOU’RE always here fer me.”

“And Dax—“

//There’s more?// “What?”

“I really don’t care about any of those girls that follow me around. As long as you’re single, I’m single, too.”

Dax didn’t know if he would do the same were their situations reversed. I mean, Jak was a hero! He could get any girl he wanted and more—without even trying! The only thing Dax could do was smile and say, “Thanks, ya big idiot.”

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After their little heart-to-heart, the boys started getting ready for their first day on the tracks. Dax even surrendered his precious pants to the invaluable complimentary laundry service (he wouldn’t have washed them, otherwise).

//How much is Rayne PAYING for this place, anyway?// Jak wondered as he blow-dried Daxter’s wet fur.

“Ow, OW! Jak, watch the tail!” Dax shouted.

Jak reduced the heat to the next lowest setting. “Better?”

“Much. Why are we doing this, anyway? Can’t I just air-dry it like usual?” Dax asked.

“It’s cold out, Dax. Besides, we’re going to be driving fast in a car with no roof at least until we get to the garage. If you were wet, you’d probably get sick. Get it?”

//Heh, he’s pretty thoughtful.// “Thanks, Mom.” As much as Dax didn’t mind drying off, the heat was starting to get to him. Plus, the air blowing around his nether regions served as a constant reminder that he had yet to put his pants back on.

“There.” Jak turned the dryer off with a click. “All better.”

Dax smoothed out the fur on his chest with his hands and then checked himself out in the large mirror attached to the wall behind the counter he was standing on. “Lookin’ good. Thanks, Jak. Now gimme my pants!”

Jak just laughed as he moved to oblige his friend. //Dax… You are so cute.//

“Whaddaya starin’ at? Hand ‘em over!” Daxter demanded.

“Alright Dax, but then let’s go.” Jak was smiling.

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It wasn’t until 3 o’clock that the boys actually arrived at the garage.

“Sheesh! Where did the last five hours go?” Dax wondered aloud.

“Saturday morning cartoons on satellite TV, room service breakfast in bed, two long showers and one laundry service!” Someone replied from behind.

//Precursors, that voice is familiar.// Dax was considering all of the people he knew.

“Have you been spying on us?” Jak questioned angrily.

//I recognize the obnoxiousness in his tone.//

“No, it’s all here on the bill.” A presumptuous Monkaw flew around the room where he could face them. He was holding a sheet of paper.

//Who the hell is tha—//“PECKER?!”

Pecker took a look at the ottsel’s pants and snapped, “By the way! That laundry service was NOT complimentary!”

“What’s it to you?” Jak asked.

“Nothing, really. I’m just trying to uncover why Krew’s daughter would bother spending so much money on low-lives such as yourselves. Do you even know how to DRIVE?!” He squawked.

Keira had entered the room at some point during the conversation, and she finally decided to speak up. “Low-lives? Excuse me, but we’re the best racing team around! With me in your garage, all you have to worry about is dodging missiles long enough to finish each run.” She sounded optimistic.

“Yeah! And don’t forget about ME!” Dax jumped forward and pointed a finger into the air as if he were declaring something.

“What about you?” Keira asked.

“Orange Lightning will be lending HIS vehicular expertise to the garage as well. THAT’s what!” The ottsel folded his arms confidently. Pecker just rolled his eyes.

“Who is this ‘Orange Lightning’? Some fabulous new racer out to make a name for himself on the tracks?”

“WHO ARE YOU?” Jak, Dax, and Keira asked in unison.

“My name is G.T. Blitz, and I’m the host of the Kras City Racing Tournament. Why, I’m the host of every televised racing event in the world!” He responded enthusiastically. Then he saw Pecker.

“Hello G.T.” Pecker added.

“Ah. Why, it seems my new co-host has gotten to you first. I thought we talked about this, PECKER! I GIVE all of the first interviews! I give all of the interviews PERIOD! Precursors, what was the network THINKING?!” And with that, he stormed off.

“Well fellas, I’d better go after him. Good luck on the tracks. Just keep an eye on your tail feathers, if you know what I mean.” Those were Pecker’s last words as he flew out of the garage.

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The group dissipated. Jak felt little fingers in his hair and a tickle behind his ear. The tip of Daxter’s tail was swishing and swaying along the racer’s neck in a way that was almost *erotic*. It was the result of heavy concentration on the ottsel’s part, but the feelings it invoked were quite poignant. Jak blushed and sat down quickly in an effort to avoid the inevitable.

“WHOA—hold on fer a second!” Dax shouted, as he frantically clutched Jak’s head for balance. His tail shot down and pressed hard against one of the more sensitive parts of Jak’s chest. Jak’s breathing hitched at the sensations that shot through his body.

//Precursors…// Jak closed his eyes and bit his lip before reaching over his head. He had to remove the cause of this *distress*. He placed Dax on the coffee table in front of him, and took several deep breaths. The racer closed his eyes and began massaging his temples. Dax cast a curious glance in his direction before scampering off to examine Torn’s vehicle.

//What. The fuck.// Jak thought. //I am such a goddamn HORNBALL! Ugh, It’s disgusting. I need to go..take care of this. Right. Where’s the bathroom?// Jak stood up and wandered around. He was so preoccupied with his search that he barely noticed someone saunter into their garage.

“Vell hello. My name is Razor. Do you work for Rayne?” He asked.

“Who wants to know?” Jak replied. His tone was somewhat husky, probably because his mind was transitioning from anxious to angry.

The well-dressed intruder inspected Jak from head to toe. “I do. Tell her I stopped by. Ve have some business to discuss.” He took a drag on his cigarette and added, “If you’re looking for ze restroom, it’s just down zat hallvay on ze right.”

The hero just stood there with his mouth open, unable to speak. Razor left; he was amused, and that made up for the fact that Rayne wasn’t there. For now, at least.

Jak looked down. He was hard. Again. And it was painfully obvious that he needed to do something about it. Very painful indeed. The handsome green-blonde glimpsed about to make sure no one was looking and bolted toward the lavatory. Jak absentmindedly wished that his pants were a little less tight as he closed and locked the door behind him. He was already unzipping his pants when he noticed how nice the bathroom was.

//Am I in the men’s room?// He thought.

Well, there was a urinal there, as well as a regular toilet, so unless he was missing something about female anatomy, this was the right place. It was almost too nice for guys. Too nice for what he was about to do. He grabbed some tissues from next to the sink and cast a sidelong glance at himself in the mirror before sitting down on the brown suede loveseat. He had to do this. He needed it.


//I can’t keep losing control in public. This is probably the last chance I’ll get until I shower later on.// Jak closed his eyes, imagined the feel of his best friend purring in his lap, bit back a groan and cursed himself for what he was about to do. It was going to be a long night.

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Jak closed his eyes and relaxed his arms. He clutched his knees with timid hands and inhaled as the sweat on his torso grew cold. The racer shrugged his jacket off to the side and tentatively began removing his shirt. He shuddered when the tight, sweat-soaked article of clothing brushed unceremoniously against his already hardened nipples. When his shirt hit the floor, Jak’s fingers grazed the skin on his neck and across his chest, ignoring those sensitive spots that when touched, invoked a strong response.

//Nnnh, damn. I want..Ugh, precursors, I want… Dax… To touch me like this. I know it makes no sense, but—Nnn!// Jak bit his lower lip as one of his hands finally reached its goal. He leaned back into the couch pillows and, still clothed, ran a strong hand back and forth across his aching length. It was slow torture, in a good way. He pictured his friend the way he used to be—human.

//Fuck… I..I need to think of something else. Ashelin in a thong. Keira naked. Tess in a bikini.// While he tried to focus his mind, Jak busied his hands with pushing his pants and boxers down to his ankles. //Ashelin naked. Keira in a bikini. Tess naked. Ashelin in a bikini... That time she kissed me… Dax naked. Naked and blushing. Underneath me on our bed, squirming nervously… He’s so cute when he’s nervous.//

Jak kicked his trousers completely off his feet and onto the floor. He brought his right foot up to the couch and leaned back into the armrest so that his legs were spread wide apart. He looked down and blushed at the way he was twitching so much. Doing this made him feel absolutely shameless. Still, it felt good. //So good…//

Jak ran his left hand down the length of his body and shyly cupped his balls, which sent soft waves of pleasure through his groin and caused his already dripping length to stiffen. “Annh, yes..” He moaned shyly. He shut his eyes while his right hand closed in on his throbbing manhood. He held himself firmly at first, thrusting lightly into his own hand, imagining that he was at the mercy of his best friend. //Uhn, Precursors, yes! Dax, I..I want…//

He had an idea. The racer sat up, quickening the pace with which he pumped away at himself. Jak slowly ambled over to the counter and grabbed a hand lotion dispenser. He stroked the underside of his length as he tottered back to the sofa, occasionally massaging the tip in his palm; quiet sighs escaped between the occasional groans. After he took up his original position on the loveseat, Jak paused his work to pump a copious amount of lotion into his hands. The racer resumed his blissful ministrations by smothering lotion over every square inch of the rather conspicuous organ in his grasp. He held two fingers together and ran them along his shaft. With all of the lotion, they felt slick, warm… It was exactly the effect he wanted to achieve.

“Unnh, Dax…” He purred softly. //I want you to suck on me.//

The racer closed his eyes and imagined a head of red hair bobbing up and down in his lap. Gliding his tongue across the tip and suckling lightly… He wanted it so badly he could feel it, and he almost cried out from the blinding pleasure as he rammed his slippery arousal into two closed hands again and again. He slowed his pace as the image started to fade. His consciousness had returned to the extent that he could at least think, and he wondered if he’d want to come in his friend’s throat. //Yes… And I want to make you explode just as hard, Dax...// New thoughts of how best to pleasure Dax spurred him on.

Jak’s left hand once again reached down past the other to stroke his swollen testicles. The racer was working at an increasingly faster pace. He started to breathe heavily as he thrust into a firm grip. Sometimes he would buck forward a little further and allow his left hand to reach down a little further toward the unknown. Jak felt a curious touch of pleasure as those fingers left feather-light touches somewhere lower than he had ever cared to explore.

Jak pumped much more lotion onto his left hand and began to test his limits. He started out just by touching the space beneath his testicles, and investigated further by applying a light pressure as he massaged himself in small circular motions. He felt the same small pleasure he had evoked earlier and gasped at the revelation. He stopped thinking. His body took control over his mind as his hand went lower… Lower… //Nnnh…// Stroking himself softly. //Ahh, yes…// A little further down, Jak discovered his opening. He kept massaging in small circles around the rim, and was greeted with a pleasant surprise when he pressed a finger lightly against the center. //Nngh… Precursors!//

The room suddenly felt ten degrees warmer. The racer felt hot and heady, almost as if he were bathing in dark eco. He continued to apply a light pressure below while his right hand continued stroking with unstoppable force. //Almost..there...// Jak closed his eyes and tightened his grip. A steady stream of moans and muffled cries filled the room as the racer brought himself closer and closer to the edge. His entire body was tense and drenched with sweat. His last thought before the grand climax was, //I’d kill to watch Dax do this.// It was as if a great pressure had been released. Jak cursed under his breath and let his arms flop to the side as his softened member twitched in the aftershocks of an incredible orgasm. He laid there for over a minute before moving to clean himself up. Time seemed to have stopped, and at that point, all he could think was: //Wow.//

//Wow. I can’t believe I just jerked off to the image of my best friend.// Jak slipped on his boxers.

//Wow. I can’t remember the last time I got myself off that well.// The racer stepped into his pants.

//Wow… I can’t believe I’m…// Jak shook the thought away as he pulled his shirt back on over his head. He looked around for his jacket as he ran a comb through his hair. //I mean, I still like girls, right? Not that I like any girl in particular. I was just overexcited. It was too much stimulation, I mean, how could all of that contact NOT get a rise out of someone? It was perfectly natural.//

Jak donned his jacket and checked himself out in the mirror. //Nothing suspicious here. Just took a little too long to go to the bathroom. Right.// And with that, he unlocked the door and went along his merry way. Daxter had been distracted by all of the new cars, and no one else seemed to really notice his absence. It was as if the past half hour had never even happened. Jak needed to think about his new feelings, and he feared that something might change for the worse.


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A/N: Since I didn’t want to give anything away in the opening, now I’ll point out that Dax’s bad dream was actually a reference to a nightmare/idea that my friend (sillynekorobs) had. Doesn’t she have an interesting mind?! My dreams are never about anything as cool as Jak and Daxter. She seemed like the dream really got to her, so I figured it’d really get to Dax as well. Also, as far as taking so long to update goes, I’m sorry! I had to put in a lot of extra hours at work, and my last day off before today was Halloween (which I didn’t spend writing because, well, it was Halloween). I look forward to reading any of your reviews.