In To Trouble

Disclaimer- Not mine. Naughty Dog's. Making nothing from this but happy fangirls.

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One long ear appeared in the doorway.

This ear was followed by a mass of blonde green spikes and a bright blue eye that looked about the room with a suspicious gaze.

Beneath, another ear appeared, followed by a mess of red hair and an equally bright blue eye. This one gave a cursory glance and blinked.

Daxter marched into the room, looking about. “They’re not here, Jak. Stop being paranoid.”

The blonde followed, feet silent against the wooden floor. He kept looking, searching for something that would give away them, or reveal what they searched for.

“Jaaak! Why’d’ya want a dumb book on Precursors anyway? All that Precursor crap weirds me out. Can’t we just go to the beach and swim?”

For a dedicated coward, Daxter was inordinately fond of swimming in lurk infested waters. He claimed he knew exactly how close a lurker would go to the shore and never wandered out further.

Jak was doubtful, but the little guy was still going, so he obviously had something right in his guesses.

“It’s a great day for swimming!” He pulled off his leather cap and goggles, ruffling his hair. “Jaaak!”

Daxter knew why they had to do this now. Samos and Keira had gone to visit one of the other sages and weren’t due back for another five hours.

Samos had banned the two of them from reading his books after the infamous Yacow Barbecue incident. Jak was holding Daxter mostly responsible for that. But, Samos had banned both of them from going near his books because Jak had been the one who had borrow the dictionary in the first place.

With a sigh, Daxter undid his tunic and slid it off, tying it around his waist. “Jak, it’s stuffy in here. Swimmin’, please? Jak?”

He ignored the other boy and wandered over to the bookcase, looking along the shelves. Up the top, he spotted what he was looking for.

He jumped, couldn’t quite reach it.

Looked over his shoulder to Daxter, who was sitting on a stump, poking the carnivorous plant with a stick. The plant was snapping at him, making him laugh.

He tapped a foot. Daxter looked up. “What?”

He looked to the shelf and back to his friend, kneeling down and patting his shoulder.

“Oh for, Jak, just ask on log-head if you can borrow it. He never stays mad at you. In fact, you could say he’s down right sappy to you. Never gives me a break, old fart.” He grumbled all the way over, grabbing the bookcase and putting one foot on the metal guard Jak had found and taken to wearing. “Okay. On three. One, two, three!”

Jak pushed up, held his balance despite Daxter’s weight on him. The red head struggled for a second and balanced, grabbing the book and dropping it into Jak’s waiting hands.

Daxter then promptly overbalanced and crashed backwards, rolling across the floor and slamming into the wall with a thud. “Ow!”

Jak rushed over, pulled the pot off Daxter’s head and smiled. Daxter glared from under a pile of dirt and started trying to brush it off his face and head. “This is your fault, Jak.”

Jak grinned and gently brushed dirt off his friend’s nose and cheeks, ruffling his hair to dislodge the worst.

“Samos is going to know we were in here unless we clean up.” He stood up and shook. “Unless we move the plant closer and blame it when he gets back.”

Daxter watched as Jak got a broom and pushed the dirt outside, then came back and put it away. “Fine, you clean. I think the plant would have done just as well.”

Jak opened his mouth, not exactly planning on saying anything, when the warp gate started to ripple.

He acted on instinct. Grabbed Daxter by the wrist and threw open a cupboard, rolling in and pulling Daxter in after him, leaning over to tug the door shut over them.

Lying on their sides, Daxter pulled flush into Jak’s body, Jak could feel Daxter’s harsh breaths, steamy against the hand he had covering his friend’s mouth, back swelling against his chest and away again with each release.

Keira appeared through the warp gate, landing with a heavy thump. She looked about and sighed. “Trust Daddy to forget his books when he goes to visit... where did he leave his bag?”

She started to glance about the room, looking behind piles of plants and books. Daxter almost whimpered and wriggled back, further into Jak. Jak tried to shift deep into the cupboard but his back was already pressed as close to the back as it would go.

The red head inched back again, deeper into Jak.

Keira continued to wander about the room, half-heartedly searching for the missing bag.

Jak bit back a moan as Daxter rolled into him again, shifting to try and get comfortable. Jak vaguely wished he would stop completely, but hoped he didn’t in another way.

Samos’s sex ed hadn’t been brilliant, but they’d gotten the idea. Fourteen year old boys think about sex. A lot.

Particularly when getting the right, ah, stimulation.

He finally moved his hand and clamped it onto Dax’s hip, forcing him to stop his restless movements. He couldn’t see much in the light that filtered through the ugly carving on the cupboard door, but he did see Daxter twist to look back at him with a slightly questioning gaze.

He pretended he couldn’t see and kept staring ahead, at Keira’s legs as she stood and moved about again.

He was not being turned on by this situation. He was definitely not being turned on by Daxter’s body pressed against his own.

Bird lady naked. Bird lady naked. Bird lady naked.

Keira walked towards the cupboard. Daxter shrunk back further and wriggled again. Jak was ready to smother him to stop him moving.

No. No other options had come to mind in that instant.

“Jak...?” He snapped his hand up and over Daxter’s mouth before anymore hissed words could escape.

She paused by their cupboard and tapped her foot. Daxter’s arm went back over Jak, pulling them together. Jak wished that Daxter didn’t have the panic response of “get closer to Jak”.

The redhead froze. Then shuffled from side to side, rubbing against Jak’s groin. Jak held back the moan that wanted to be heard, resisted the urge to slap Daxter for making it worse and went bright red from embarrassment instead.

They were both still, breaths held. Keira hopped and landed on top of the cupboard with a thud.

Daxter started breathing first, gasping breaths dragged past Jak’s hand. Jak tried to breathe slower, quieter.

Almost screamed when Daxter slid his hand between them and, very slowly and deliberately, massaged Jak’s already aching groin.

Jak knew plenty about getting relief... though admittedly only from himself. But this, the sensation of another hand on him, he shuddered, let go of Daxter’s mouth to wrap his arm around the other boy and pull him closer.

The redhead shifted, withdrew his hand. Disappointment ran over Jak, frustration followed.

Daxter took his hand, held it for a moment. Slid it down his bare stomach and over the tied tunic at his waist to rest on his own hardness.

He swallowed, hard. Jumped slightly when Keira’s foot hit the door.

Daxter looked back at him, eyes wide but not scared. It was an almost familiar look, mischievous, but... something else as well.

Keira was sitting above them, unaware of their presence, their actions. He grinned slightly and tightened his hand, an inexperienced grope at Daxter but it worked.

The teen arched against the touch, seconds later flinging himself back into Jak’s body again. Jak pushed back against him, chewing on his lip, trying to stop any noise escaping as he rolled against Daxter.

He pressed his hand closer, stroked Daxter through his pants, stopping him from arching so far away, keep the contact between their bodies. Slid his leg over his friend’s, entangling them together.

He could feel sweat forming on Dax’s back, soaking his own shirt. He ignored the feeling, let the other guide his hand into his pants, feeling heat radiating onto his skin.

He hadn’t known Daxter could stay this quiet, but he was, even when Jak wrapped his fingers around the swollen flesh and tentatively stroked.

He felt familiar, hot, hard, though Jak felt the fold skin that he himself did not have. It made the pumping motion easier, rolling his with movements.

Feet landed on the ground and walked towards the portal with a mutter of, “He must have taken it and put it down.” Jak didn’t pause in his motions, leaning down to close his lips on the top edge of Daxter’s ear, making him whimper faintly.

The portal whirred as Keira left the room. Daxter screamed as Jak’s lips shifted slightly, sucking on the flesh. “Jak! Great fuckin’ sages, there, there’s good, I like there!”

He closed his eyes, rocked into Daxter’s body, pushing forwards as his hand pulled backwards, dragging the other boy into his forwards thrust.

Mindlessly, they thrust against one another, Daxter finally reaching with fumbling fingers to stroke along Jak’s ear, Jak hissing against the flesh in his mouth.

Daxter came first. His body tensed like a coil of wire then snapped and he sobbed out meaningless sounds. Jak felt his release on his hand, the familiar throb under his palm, then his friend sank into his grip, arms and legs going heavy.

He let go and shifted his hands to Daxter’s hips, dragging him into his thrusts. He couldn’t have stopped if he’d wanted to, he needed to get off, now, the heady smell of what could only be sex assaulting him.

He was desperate, pushing against the other boy’s body, needed just something else to push him there, then, his sensitive ears picked up a faint sound.

Daxter was whimpering. Heated, lusty whimpers, then the faintest shove back against him.

His cry caught in his throat, he choked on it and drove against Daxter one last time, trembling as his muscles seized in pleasure, then relaxed like liquid eco.

They lay there, panting. Daxter shoved open the cupboard to get fresh air in the cupboard. The sea breeze was faint but wonderfully cool after the heat of the box they were in.

Eventually, Daxter crawled out and started straightening his clothing, pulling faces at the unpleasant sensation of his release. Jak followed, feeling almost sheepish, dragging the book out after him. He’d forgotten it, pressed against his back.

They neatened up and stood there for an awkward moment. Jak wondered if he’d buggered everything up, unable to control his own impulses.

Daxter sighed. “I need a swim.”

Jak looked at him. Daxter grinned and headed for the door. “Race you to Sentinel Beach!”

Jak chased after him, laughing, holding the ill-gotten book in one hand.