Incalescence

Disclaimer- Not mine. Naughty Dog's. I got nothing from doing this.

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It came as no surprise to Jak that Daxter was as vocal in the throes of making out as he was at any other time.

Instead, he ignored Daxter’s rambling and focused on getting the last buckles on his tunic undone.

“Jak?”

He didn’t bother replying, just pushed apart the cloth and ran his hands over the smooth skin of Daxter’s chest and stomach. Pale, soft skin, subtle muscle under his fingertips.

Another low moan, this time he could feel it in his fingertips. “Jak!”

His hands, flat against the narrow ribs, staring down at the figure splayed under him. He shifted his weight, straddling Dax’s thighs, trying to take in everything at once.

“Like the view, hot stuff?”

Glanced up to warm blue eyes, quirked an eyebrow in response.

“Yeah, I know, I’m incredible,” the other quipped. “Quit starin’ and do somethin’!”

Oh yeah? Jak thought.

“Jak? Bad look, Jak -?” he shrieked as Jak dived down and started tickling him, grazing his hands over every spot he had learnt during a childhood of wrestling. Pushed it to the limits to Daxter’s tolerance and then forcefully pressed their lips together, sliding his tongue to press against the other’s.

Shrieks became moans and Daxter was arching up into him, rather than away. It was so easy to slide his arms further around and hold the slim form closer to him.

A leg batted against his, he knelt up slightly to let Daxter move, writhing against him.

Caught Dax’s lip as he tried to move away, tugging on it gently with his teeth, flicking his tongue over it.

“Jak...” He let he abused lip go. “You’re heavy. Let me up.”

He really didn’t want to let Daxter up. Daxter usually instigated these sessions, crawling onto his lap late at night, leaning over him and using the leverage to force him to continually reach up to the other.

Not today. Today, he was keeping Daxter exactly where he had him. Sprawled on his back, staring up with flushed cheeks and moist lips...

“Jak, you’re heavy. Stop staring at my mouth and move.”

Move he could do. Sat up, shifted off of Daxter’s thighs by forcing his knee between them and settling himself on the bed, Dax’s legs sprawled over his lap and either side of his waist.

His face burnt, but he knew he wasn’t embarrassed. Well, mostly not embarrassed. Daxter stared up at him, surprised for a moment, then ready to fight it out, finally relaxing back into the pillows, cheeks going pink. “Oh. Well, I guess that works too.”

He nodded and leant down again, intent on getting another kiss. Daxter’s mouth was addictive, there was always this faint taste of iron, blackberries and strawberries that he couldn’t explain but constantly craved more of.

Gasped when his movement forced Daxter to move against him, tilting his hips as Jak’s new position lifted his legs. Followed instinct and crossed them, Jak could feel the weight of crossed ankles on his lower back.

“Nnn, Jak, kiss me, please,” barely murmured, but Daxter leant up on his elbows and crushed their mouths together, one hand going to the side of Jak’s face, fingers tangling in his hair even as his thumb gently stroked along the upper edge of Jak’s ear, making him feel weak in his joints.

He grabbed the tunic and tried to pull it off, a desperate need to have Daxter’s skin exposed seizing him. The red head was no real help, stubbornly clinging to Jak with one hand.

Then, Daxter rocked slightly, moaning into their kiss as he pressed up into Jak’s hips, sending a jolt of heat through the blonde.

He gave in to frustration and ripped the tunic to get it off, ignoring the protest from Daxter. Too often, these sessions left them both hot and frustrated, wanting more and yet...

He threw Daxter back onto the bed, forced himself to relinquish those lips for the time it took to pull off his tunic. Daxter stared up, eyes heavy, harsh pants escaping from between his lips. “Jak? Oh Creators... no one has the right to look as good as you do.”

Both leant to meet the other, tongues sliding against one another, slick lips brushing and parting in almost the same instant. Dax’s legs tightened, grinding their hips together again. Hard heats pressed together, Daxter broke away to swear, head tossed back. Jak nipped at his exposed throat, eliciting more curses and another sharp roll of hips into his.

Jak needed to hear more of Daxter’s nonsensical cries. His hands wandered along the exposed skin, teasing lightly. Paused when he brushed the hard peak of Daxter’s nipple and was rewarded by a small wail.

“Dax,” he came back for another kiss, “gotta,” just one more, “stop,” loved that bitter sweet taste, “kissing,” gave up trying to break away and thrust his tongue into Daxter’s mouth again.

“Uh-uh.” He felt the disagreement more than heard it, and the legs around his waist tightened again and he felt the curve of Dax’s butt against his aching length.

He ripped his mouth away, cursing, and slid down, forcing Daxter’s legs to relent their grip as he moved. The red head whimpered, made him want to go back and keep kissing him, but he was too on edge to keep doing that.

Instead, slowly, keeping eye contact the entire time, he dragged his tongue over Daxter’s nipple, using his hands to keep the slender body held down.

“Jaaak!” He loved hearing his name wailed like that. Did it to the other side, just to get the same result.

“Jak!” Daxter’s hand reached out, paused and was drawn back. “Jak, please...”

Please, what, he wondered idly, glancing up.

“I don’t know... more.” He writhed as Jak closed his teeth around one nub, gently tugging before flicking his tongue. “Holy Precursors! Do that! More!”

He froze where he was, let go to look Daxter straight in the eye. Was he saying...?

“I don’t wanna cold shower tonight.” He sounded serious, despite the jovial words. “I don’t... um, not all the way, ya know, not sure ‘m ready for that, um... it’s really hard to talk when you do that!”

Jak blinked innocently and stopped licking Daxter’s chest. He knew what he meant.

“Okay. Just so long as we’re clear.” He twisted in Jak’s arms, moaned again.

Daxter’s eyes were closed. He paused and shifted his weight again, laying his hands on Daxter’s belt, waiting for permission.

The red head nodded, eyes still closed. Jak undid his belt and tossed it away.

“Open your eyes, Dax.”

“I can’t.” His voice was breathy.

Too much at once. Jak stopped and thought for a moment. Spread on his back, half undressed and flushed, Daxter look horribly, wonderfully vulnerable.

Jak had been holding all the cards so far. He nodded to himself and moved his hands to his own belt instead.

When Daxter opened questioning eyes and saw Jak undressing himself he said nothing, just stared appreciatively and idly rubbed a hand over his own chest and stomach.

He felt a little unsure, pushed it aside to finish stripping, dropping his clothes to the side of the bed. His breathing was fast, not entirely from the weight of Daxter’s gaze on him.

“Shit, Jak, you’re so damn gorgeous.” Felt a hand on his thigh, rubbing. “Just lookin’ makes me feel hot.”

He looked up as Daxter shimmied out of his own pants and kicked them off; they landed out of sight.

He stared. Pale, ivory skin. Lean limbs, his gaze was drawn to the angry red of Daxter’s need, looking ever bit as painful as Jak’s felt.

“Jak.”

A statement of want in that single syllable. Daxter’s eyes grazed over his body, heavy with desire. Jak wanted to keep looking, wanted Daxter to keep looking but had to do something else before he was torn apart by the tension.

Pressed himself down onto the slender body under him, heated skin to heated skin. Daxter almost felt cool to his own touch, the red head gasped, his legs slipping apart to accommodate Jak’s presence.

They could have been made to lie like this. Every inch of skin pushed against each other, a small shift and Jak had Daxter’s lips again, desperately searching for that addictive taste, his hand slipping between their bodies.

Daxter screamed into his mouth as Jak’s hand finally slid between them and teased against their erections. Familiar heat and sensation, easily curled his hand around both of them, choking for breath, hand tightening to increase the sensation, stroking them together.

The red head wailed and tightened his legs around Jak, bucking up into his hand, sliding along Jak’s length. He thrust back, unable to stop once he started, feeling the younger roll against him desperately, screaming his name.

He felt heat, burning, icy heat, rolling through him. Words caught in his throat, only the faintest gasp of Daxter’s name escaped and was drowned out by Daxter’s own cry of pleasure. More heat across his hand and stomach.

Dax shivered, almost a convulsion, body tensing and then sinking, boneless in Jak’s embrace. Jak removed his hand, cleaned it off on the corner of the sheet and sunk onto Daxter, feeling the lean legs loose around his waist.

“Shit.”

He smiled slightly at the sentiment.

“That beats cold showers any day of the week.”

He had to agree.