After Friendship

Omg, the sexual tension is all over the place! XD This was definitely a fun chapter to write. Those poor boys, oh how I torture them. Thank you for the reviews on the last chapter, they made me write so much faster. :)

Yes this is a bit short, and yes there’s a reason for the shortness. I have some things coming up in the plot that are definitely going to need a chapter of its own; therefore this chapter became a bit shorter than usual.

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Sej: Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it! And of course Daxter wants Jak’s attention, he just won’t admit it to himself. ;) Here’s quick update for you, am I not a good little girl who feeds you all with Jak and Daxter smut? XD
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Robin: Oh no, I most definitely am not. I’m a weak author, I can’t be cruel to my cuties, at least not too much. ;) I do have a small evil streak. But I always make it all better for them so I think they can deal with the things I put them through. Some angst makes it all the fluffier later, and fluff makes the world go around, right? XD I hope these next chapters will live up to your expectations. :) Thank you for the lovely review!
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AlphaOmegaPsi: Thank you! Yeah, I think especially in this case when their relationship as friends is so establish already, it have to take some time before it can change into something else. It would be strange if they went from best friends to lovers over one night, lol. XD I’m probably taking it a bit too fast as it is anyway. Thank you for your understanding, and I think you’re wish for smut will be a bit more satisfied in this chapter at least. :)
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Jak was stubborn and Daxter would admit that he was a hard nut to crack, but he also knew that no one could be quite as pervasive as him when he put his mind into it. And he knew just the right tricks to make Jak give in. Daxter usually got his way one way or another; it was just a matter of time. Ok, so he had a slight setback concerning his undertaking to make Jak allow him to tag along in his human form on their missions. The big guy was stubbornly unwavering on that point. But he did get something else for his efforts instead.

Shooting lessons.

After all, a few weeks of nagging should get him the desired result. It had taken him an extensive amount of whining and well planned arguments but finally Jak admitted defeat, probably just to shut him up. Though he did, reluctantly, agree that it might not be such bad idea that Daxter learned some self-defence even if he wasn’t overjoyed about putting a gun into his hands.

Haven City wasn’t exactly famous for its safety and lovely neighbours. So you gotta be prepared, right? He hadn’t really needed the protection before because he always had Jak, and the big guy was better protection than any gun in the world. It just wouldn’t do to go out alone before; it wasn’t a very good idea when you were about one foot high, and you were the only orange ottsel in town that the Krimzon Guards was looking for.

The Headquarters wasn’t exactly a place of many resources but it did have a small shooting range. Nothing fancy of course, just a long narrow area with a few targets standing at the far end along a brick wall. Daxter couldn’t help but skip ahead on their way there. Jak leisurely strolled along behind him. Guns kind of scared him, but he couldn’t deny that he was excited about using one for the first time.

The gun Jak had picked out for him was just a simple handgun and a bit on the small side in Daxter’s opinion. Especially compared to Jak’s impressive morph gun. But the hero had insisted that it was just the right size for him, a beginner.

Well, maybe he could get something bigger later.

It was late afternoon when they entered the shooting range, so they had the place to themselves. Which was fine with him, he rather preferred if no one was there to watch him shoot. When Jak handed him the gun Daxter took it with a mix of excitement and anxiousness. He was directed to one of the firing points closest to the target.

“First lesson; the way you stand and grip the gun is just as important as the aim. No one can hold a gun perfectly steady but with a good stance you will have a lot for free already.”

Daxter immediately straightened his slouchy position. Jak nodded in approval.

“Stand straight with your feet wide apart so that you feel that you have a steady position.”

Daxter hesitantly tried to stand as he was instructed, and jumped slightly when he felt Jak coming up behind him to make directions to his stance. A boot nudged at his ankles to force his leg s bit wider apart.

“Good, now raise your gun.”

Daxter tried to remember how he seen Jak hold his gun, then raised his own.

“Your grip should be firm but not too tight.” Daxter tightened the slack hold he had on the gun. “A good hold can counteract inaccuracies caused by a bad trigger squeeze. It will also help you avoid the recoil of the gun, and therefore the direction which the bullet leaves the muzzle.”

Daxter tried to pay attention to what Jak was saying but it was kind of difficult to ignore the fact that the he was standing awfully close behind him, and practically speaking right into his ear. He felt his face flush when Jak moved in even closer so he could rearrange the gun in his hands.

“Grip the gun as high as possible.” Daxter shivered when a hot puff of air hit is ear, and he hardly noticed when Jak placed his grip higher up on the gun.

“That’s it, now both elbows should be slightly bent but both wrist must be locked.”

‘Who knew gun shooting was such a science.’

“Remember to never have your arms raised for too long. If you get tired your hand will waver; it’s better to lower your arms to rest, and then take new aim.”

Daxter could agree with that, his arms were feeling tired already.

“Alright, let’s try a first shot.”

He did his best to ignore Jak’s close contact for a moment and took aim at the target, a simple black circle painted on a white background. Apparently it wasn’t very good because Jak immediately interfered and raised his gun a couple of inches higher.

“Take a couple of deep breaths, then hold it while you squeeze the trigger.”

Daxter tried to take two deep breaths, but it turned out more like two desperate gulps of air. How the heck was he supposed to concentrate when Jak was practically standing pressed up against him?

‘And is that his crotch saying hello to my ass? His chest feels so warm and firm against my back, and god those arms snaked around me, so muscular and—‘

“Fire.”

‘What? Oh right, we were supposed to practice shooting.’

He clumsily pulled the trigger and completely ruined his aim in the process of it. Even worse was the jolt that sent him backward, right in to Jak’s chest.

Hands on his bony shoulders steadied him back into standing position.

“I told you to brace yourself before you shoot, there’s always a backfire.”

‘When did he say that? I really must start paying more attention. Stupid Jak for ruining my concentration.’

“Yeah right, sorry, I forgot.”

Jak looked at him doubtfully, and then shook his head with a sigh.

“Right, let’s try it again. This time don’t push the trigger so hard, it should be a smooth movement to avoid jerking the gun and loosing your aim like you did.” He chuckled, then added, “and be prepared for the backfire, you don’t want to end up on your ass in the middle of a gunfight.”

They kept practicing for about an hour and for awhile Daxter could forget about Jak’s close presence and concentrate on the shooting. The fact that he could concentrate better might have something to do with Jak backing off for a moment to let him try a couple of rounds for himself. He was actually starting to feel kind of cool, standing there with a gun in his hand. What he wouldn’t he give for a mirror; he was sure he would look cool. But of course Jak was quick with making sure his ego didn’t get too big.

“Your stance could be better, and your aim is a bit low.”

Daxter could feel Jak coming up behind him again, and he almost yelped when the hero’s crotch bumped up against him when he took position.

‘Was that intentional? No, of course it wasn’t, stop getting ideas you stupid brain!’

His shooting might not have been the best with Jak so close, but he kind of liked the feeling of his hands grazing over his arms and body when he made corrections to his stance or aim. Daxter even caught himself straightening his elbows a bit too much on purpose just to have Jak’s hands there to correct it. He couldn’t stop himself from shivering.

“Are your arms tired?”

“Eh, no.”

“They are shivering.”

‘Damn Jak, and his observant eyes.’

“Oh, well yeah, maybe they’re a bit tired,” he lied.

“Perhaps we should quit for today.”

Daxter’s insides tingled when Jak spoke the last sentences into his ear.

‘Was his voice slightly husky?’

“Yeah, ok,” he said breathlessly.

He put the safety back in place then lowered the gun and turned around to face Jak. He was about to suggest they go make a visit to the bar so he could show off his new cool gun to Tess, but when seeing the strange look on Jak’s face he stopped himself. He cleared his throat.

“Umm, hi.”

‘Wow that was intelligible of me.’

But Jak didn’t seem to have heard him. He just kept looking down at him with that weird expression. He had never seen that look on his friend’s face before; it wasn’t unpleasant but it sure as hell was unnerving. Daxter could feel a blush starting to form on his cheeks.

‘Is he leaning in closer?’

Some part of his mind told him that he should probably move back, say something clever but he just stood there staring back wide eyed.

‘Smooth Daxter, real smooth’

When he felt big warm hands land on his hips he jumped startled but he still stood frozen to the spot.

“I—“ he started to say, but Jak hushed him with a finger to his lips. Which probably was a good thing, since he had no idea what he was supposed to say in the first place.

The finger left his lips, and instead a warm, slightly callused hand stroked his cheek softly. He felt himself automatically leaning in to the touch, and he closed his eyes for a moment.

When he opened them again, Jak was close, very close.

Daxter could practically feel his hot breath against his mouth. He should do something, he should say something, but he didn’t. He let Jak close the last distance between them.

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The kiss was tentative and insecure at first, their lips just barely touching each other. Jak didn’t dare to do much more. And when Daxter started to draw back with an unreadable expression on his face, he began to panic.

‘This is a mistake, I’m freaking him out.’

He started to apologize, but to his surprise he was instantly silenced by soft lips against his. At first he was too shocked to do anything, but the lips moving against his were all the more eager. He could hear Daxter’s gun falling to the ground with a thump and then there were small hands grabbing a hold of his shoulders and drawing him closer. Jak’s heart began to beat faster from the gesture, and he dared to carefully slide a hand into the mass of red hair.

It was crazy to stand there right in the middle of the shooting range kissing your best friend, but he just couldn’t find the effort to care, especially not when Daxter seemed just as eager to continue. He knew someone could walk in on them at any moment, but at the same time, had he ever cared what people thought about him? He had always been a freak in the eyes of others. But Daxter’s opinion was the only thing that mattered to him, the only thing.

The kiss was pretty clumsy at first, their lips sliding inexperienced against each others. But Jak didn’t care, it felt like heaven. It was Daxter, and he was going along with it, that made it all the sweeter.

He cupped the back of Daxter’s head to keep him in place, and then silently begged for deeper entrance. His tongue darted out to carefully run along soft lips and Daxter jumped and let out a small squeak at the action. He chuckled at the reaction, but still made sure to keep the kiss going. In any case Daxter got the message and tentatively parted his lips, and Jak took the opportunity to gently explore the depths of his mouth, spurred on by the moan it earned him.

He was slightly shocked when the redhead suddenly squeezed them tighter together and deepened the kiss enthusiastically. He responded with the same eagerness. The kiss would definitely never rank as one of those perfect movie kisses. It was honestly pretty sloppy and a mess of lips and tongues meeting in a clumsy dance.

But it felt good, so damn good.

They couldn’t have gone at it for long, but they both were slightly out of breath when they eventually broke apart. They looked at each other in silence. Jak slipped his hands out of the red hair but was still reluctant to let Daxter go so instead he rested them on slim hips. He would have been perfectly happy to stand like that in silence forever, but Daxter wasn’t one to keep quiet for too long.

“Umm,” Daxter bit his lower lip like he always did when he was nervous, “that was…different.”

Daxter removed his hands from his shoulders, and let them hang by his sides instead. Jak missed the contact already.

“Yeah.”

Daxter looked down at the hands still resting on his hips. Jak followed his glance and quickly removed them as if he had been burned. Why did it suddenly feel so wrong to touch him when it felt so right just a few moments ago?

When their contact was completely broken, it was as if some of the spell did too. And they both turned into squirming youngsters with flushed faces. When Jak started kissing Daxter he hadn’t really planned on what to do or say afterwards. He wasn’t even entirely sure why he had done it in the first place, it had just felt right at the moment. But when the awkward tension grew between them, he was starting to seriously regret his actions. Daxter was clearly uncomfortable.

‘Have I ruined everything now?’

“Well, I promised Tess to help her out at the bar after we were done here. I do owe her for a couple of drinks from last week.” Daxter scraped at the dirt on the ground with the tip of his boot. “So I guess I should get going?” It was more like a question than a statement.

Jak nodded. He didn’t trust his voice.

Daxter bent down and fumbled for the gun on the ground, in his haste almost tripping over his own feet but managed to catch himself just in time.

“Heh, oops.” He scratched his head and laughed nervously, before he awkwardly shoved the gun into his waistline. “I guess I’ll see you later.” He tried to smile, but Jak could see through it.

With a last glance at him Daxter was gone.

Jak stood frozen to the spot long after he had left. His brain still had a hard time processing what the heck just happened. One moment he was kissing Daxter, the next moment he was standing alone on a worn down shooting range. The quick exit didn’t sit well with him at all. Had Daxter regretted the kiss?

‘Is he disgusted with me?’

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When Daxter didn’t return in the following couple of hours Jak felt miserable. When the sun was setting and he still hadn’t returned he got worried. He called Tess at the bar but was told she hadn’t seen him all day.

He waited.

When it was dark outside and Daxter still hadn’t returned, Jak had a very bad feeling in his stomach.

TBC

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I guess this is one of those endings that can be qualified as an evil cliffhanger. Heh, sorry but you’ll just have to deal with. But don’t despair, the next chapter is on its way. However I’m starting my job soon, so you might have to be a bit patient with me.

I will do my best to force my muse into submission, in the meantime please review!