Actions

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- Actions -

by Empress

Daxter fell to the ground, holding his sides. He was caught in a midnight laughing fit with Jak. The kind of laughter that was brought on by one part insomnia and one part good friend and became contagious and intense quickly like some kind of potent virus. Dax couldn’t exactly remember what he had said, (because Jak sure hadn’t said anything), but he just couldn’t keep from laughing.

He stood and swaggered drunkenly. He tried his best to walk a straight line, but his own laughter coupled with Jak’s and the growing cramp in his side made him stumble to a chair at the opposite side of the room. He sighed and his laughter began to recede. Both he and Jak quieted, catching his breath and wiping their eyes. A moment passed.

Then it began again.

Jak, who was sitting on his bed, leaned back and began to chuckle again. His chuckle turned to a roar as he slapped a hand over his eyes, successfully reestablishing chaos. Daxter couldn’t help himself and soon he was rolling too. He staggered over to Jak, one hand on his stomach, the other waving out in front of him. His head was down as he howled.

“No more! No more! Come on, Jak - Ha ha ha ha - Quit it!” he pleaded.

Jak quickly clapped his hands over his mouth, trying to suppress his giggles. His red headed friend collapsed, face first, onto the end of Jak’s bed. He rolled over and starred at the ceiling with tears of hilarity running down his cheeks.

“You know what, Jak?” Daxter had finally stopped laughing, as had Jak. “When it comes down to it, simple things like that are the best. Oh yeah. Heaven, baby.”

Jak nodded thoughtfully, taking in his friend’s remark. The red haired boy sat up and took a good long look at Jak.

“Hey Jak, why is it you never talk?” he asked, “I know you can. You just don’t. What’s up with that?”

Jak shrugged and laid back in bed.

“Oh come on! That’s not good enough!” Daxter protested in a cute little whine, bouncing a bit on Jak’s straw mattress “Now! Don’t leave me hanging, man! Say something! What’s with the silent routine all the time!? Tell me!”

Without warning, Jak suddenly reached forward, fluidly coiled a hand behind Daxter’s neck and pulled the teenager on top of him. Startled, Daxter now laid between Jak’s strong legs, his chest pressing upon Jak’s and his hands resting on the front of Jak’s shoulders. Jak smiled as he rested his forehead against Daxter’s. Dax always made Jak smile.

“Actions speak louder than words, I guess.” He said in a voice sweeter than Daxter could have ever imagined coming from a kid like Jak.

Before Daxter could respond, Jak soft placed his hands on Daxter’s cheeks and kissed him delicately. Daxter’ eyes widened and his fingers tightened around the edges of Jak’s tunic, in surprise.

Daxter pulled back hard and went flying over the bed’s wooden footboard. His head appeared over the top a moment later.

“Jak...?” He asked cautiously “...What did you just do that for?”

Jak smiled a bit and put his hands behind his head, comfortably.

Daxter’s ears folded back, quite unhappy. He stood and moved to the other side of the room. He leaned his shoulder against the wall, his arms crossed and one leg crossed over the other. He turned away with a look of disgust.

“Dax,” Jak took a leap out of bed and approached his friend. “Dax, I didn’t know you’d take it like that. I’m sorry.”

“Well, now look who’s talkative. Nice one, pal. I’m busting a gut here.” bitter humor dripped from Daxter’s words collecting in frozen over puddle at his feet. He turned away, stubbornly. Jak stepped back into Daxter’s field of vision.

“What? You think this is a joke?” He asked, taken aback.

Daxter snorted, but said nothing.

“Daxter, I’m serious!! I’ve felt...something for you for the longest time and I could never tell you! Not until now!” The sweet voice was replaced by a much more forceful one; a voice Daxter would come to know well, years later. There was a long silence as the two starred at each other.

“Ya know what? I’m outta here. See ya later, Jak. Much later.” Daxter grumbled. He began to head for the door.

“Dax,” Jak reached out and grabbed Daxter’s wrist “Please... I didn’t mean to make you mad. I didn’t think -”

“I’m not mad.” Daxter muttered “I’ve just...that was my first kiss. And Jak... You’re my best friend. It...Scared me.”

“Oh...Daxter.” Jak moved in, wrapped one arm around Daxter’s back and placed the other on the back of his head. He pulled him close so Daxter’s chin sat on Jak’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry.”

Jak only then realized that holding Daxter like this would not make him feel any less uncomfortable, though he felt the need to comfort him all the same. But strangely enough, as he went to let go, he felt Daxter’s arms coil around his waist.

“S’okay, Jak.” Daxter said, looking at Jak with a little bit of humor veiling the distant uneasiness in his eyes “It wasn’t your kissing me that freaked me out. It was that... It was that I liked it.”

“I won’t do it again,” said Jak. He ventured to add: “ If you don’t want me to.”

“No... Let’s give it another try.” Jak could hear the nerves rattling around in Daxter’s voice like so many of Samos’s old flowerpots during a powerful storm.

Testing the waters, not wanting to upset Daxter, Jak quickly gave him a peck on the lips. Jak was surprised to see Daxter’s patented “Hey-things-aren’t-how-I-want-them” stare scrutinizing him when he pulled away.

“What?” Jak asked, genuinely confused.

“You can do better than that.” he grumbled.

Jak stared a moment then smiled somewhat devilishly, clasped his strong hands on either side of Daxter’s face and closed his mouth over the redhead’s. To his surprise, Jak felt Daxter’s tongue slip into his mouth. Jak pulled away.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Dax cheered with characteristic enthusiasm. He pounced upon Jak’s lips, taking him by surprise. Jak swiftly deepened the kiss as the two stumbled across the room. They weren’t exactly sure where they going, but the movement was almost automatic. Daxter fell back as he tripped at the edge of Jak’s bed, taking Jak with him.

The blonde looked down at the boy beneath him and, almost trance-like, reached up and pulled his goggles off his head. He came in close and kissed Daxter once more, an activity he was becoming increasingly talented at, not to mention addicted to. As they kissed, Jak removed Daxter’s headgear. He held the goggled by one of the hanging leather straps, before discarding it on the wooden floor. Daxter, with some difficulty, kicked off his worn foot covers and then began to work at the small piece of armor attached to Jak’s shoulder. When it was free, Daxter threw it over Jak’s shoulder where it fell to the spot Jak’s strap-&-ring rucksack lay slumped.

Jak sat up, now straddling Daxter, and leaned back to untie his own foot wrapping. They fell to the floorboards, the brown shin covers made of lurker leather thumping softly. Daxter hissed quietly as Jak’s groin shifted against him. Never had Daxter hated his pants more and he desperately wished to abandon them. (How ironic, seeing that a pair of pants would be his only wish to the very precursors in less than three years.)

Jak untied the steel plate that guarded his right hand. He threw it behind him where it landed with his other piece of armor, making them clang a little too loudly. Jak turned to look, panicked, at the door, hoping against hope that his uncle hadn’t heard.

“You wear too much metal.” Daxter quipped from where he starred up at Jak contentedly. Jak turned back and rolled his eyes playfully as he took the edge of his hand wrap in his teeth and pulled it free. Daxter smiled up at Jak and removed his fingerless gloves to reveal the strips of cloth wrapping from the flat of his hand up his forearms.

“Shh...” Jak commanded, gently taking Daxter’s hand in both of his own. He brought his mouth down to Daxter’s hand and kissed each finger. He undid Dax’s arm wrap and let it fall free on its own as he moved to Daxter’s other hand. He freed the end of Daxter’s other arm wrap and kissed him tenderly on the forehead.

“Don’t tease, Jak...” Daxter whined. Jak reached down and quickly unfastened the belt over Daxter’s red jacket.

“Maybe you shouldn’t wear so much clothing. So many layers for the summer, Dax.” Jak whispered smugly. Daxter couldn’t tell if the scratchy whisper in Jak’s voice was from disuse or if it was just the sexiest thing he’d ever heard.

Daxter, arm wrap still hanging about him loosely, snatched the bottom of Jak’s ocean blue tunic and slipped it over his head. Jak shivered as he felt Daxter’s hands, far less calloused than his own, slide down his chest. Unable to wait any longer, the blonde lifted Daxter into a sitting position and heatedly kissed him once again. He licked Daxter’s bottom lip, begging for entry, which Daxter happily gave. Jak’s tongue roamed over the smooth fronts of Daxter’s teeth, passing those cute little buck ones to curl at the point of his canines. Daxter clutched Jak’s yellow and green hair. He felt one of Jak’s solid hands move from his back to the front of his jacket. Jak fumbled with the fasteners on the coat and finally got it open. He moved from kissing Daxter’s mouth to his chin and neck, as he slid Daxter’s jacket off and pulled down the high collar of the white tunic for better access to Daxter’s cream-colored skin.

Daxter’s hands continued to mingle in Jak’s hair as his eyes slid shut to the sensations. He could barely register this as more than some kind of marvelous dream. Great green orbs of eco! Not only had he finally wheedled Jak into speaking, but now he was knee deep in his first real sexual experience. He really should have seen it coming. Drop an mischievous boy with no family or other distractions and a talent for often soliciting danger into a tiny village where the only girl under forty thought he was dag-nasty (and not in the good way, mind you) and of course he’s going to spend all his time with the kid who had come from the wide world outside of Sandover. The kid who developed a pretty mean spinning kick that would many a time save the trouble maker from nettled hermit crabs on Sentinel Beach. The kid that actually didn’t think Daxter was fiery haired nuisance. That’s what attracted Daxter most to Jak, in both a friendly and a sexual sense; that Jak would always show Dax kindness at the end of the day, when most just believed him to be a stupid hooligan.

Jak nibbled a bit at Daxter’s neck and began to move his hands into Daxter’s white tunic, bringing the red head back to the moment at hand. Daxter eliminate the obstacle of the tunic, so Jak’s lips and fingers could travel over Daxter’s collarbone and chest freely. Jak’s kisses went south, to Daxter’s stomach as he crawled off the bed to kneel before where Daxter sat. Jak’s hands then moved to the leg ties of Daxter’s pants. They came undone easily and the hands of the boy hooked into the waist of Daxter’ trousers.

“You gonna sex me up now, Jak?” Daxter joked down to his friend.

“I could stop now...” Jak playfully warned, which reminded Daxter of the throbbing in his pants. He obediently shut his trap.

Jak pulled Daxter’s pants down, leaving the red head...exposed. Daxter blushed and looked away, slightly embarrassed. His eyes snapped back in surprise when Jak tentatively wrapped his hand around Daxter’s length. He shivered, watching Jak move in close, puff a hot breath on Daxter’s member in hesitation and then close his mouth around him. Little groans escaped Daxter much to Jak’s amusement. Jak ran his tongue up Daxter’s shaft and swiped it over the head.

He took Daxter back into his mouth and this time experimentally began to hum. The vibrations traveled through Daxter’s manhood and resonated in his hips and buttocks. It felt fantastic. Jak could see the ecstasy on Dax’s face as he closed his eyes and leaned back on his elbows. With that, Jak hummed at a different pitch, sending a new sensation through his friend’s body. Each new note Jak made sent different and maddening feelings into Daxter. He thought that at any moment, he would lose himself right then.

“Jak...ah, man...I can’t take it anymore...” He gasped

Jak rose up, putting his hands on Daxter’s shoulders. He kissed the red head. When the kiss broke, Daxter brought his legs up onto Jak’s bed and crawled back toward the pillow. Jak followed, taking only a moment to undo the leg ties of his off white pants and slip them off.

The blonde wrapped his arms around Daxter and held him close, practically into his lap. He could feel Dax’s hands moving about on Jak’s back and buttocks. The want in the room was palpable.

“I love you, Dax.” Jak whispered in his lover’s ear.

“I love you too, baby. Now, please...let’s do it.” Daxter breathed back.

Jak kissed Daxter one more time, enjoying his taste, then reared up on his knees. He laid Daxter down on his back and slipped his hand under each of Daxter’s thighs to pulled the other up to him. Jak placed two of his fingers in his mouth and moved them over his tongue until they were wet to his satisfaction. He removed them and looked at the lubricated digits reluctantly for a moment.

“I think this is how it works. Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yeah. Let’s go.” Daxter replied, eyes swimming in anticipation.

Jak slowly pushed his first finger into Jak’s entrance. Daxter gripped the sheet and his face signaled his discomfort. It was almost humorous.

“Woah...doggy.” Dax cringed “That feels...different.”

“Sorry! I’ll -” Jak began.

“Oh no, Jak! You keep going. I’m not letting you leave me now.”

Jak could hear the seriousness lacing Daxter’s usually happy-go-lucky voice. With that, Jak’s second finger followed the first and he gently scissored both inside Daxter. He stroked, preparing Daxter for few more minutes, trying to his best to be extra careful. He took his fingers out and, only after making sure that Dax was still all right, pressed the head of his erection up against Daxter’s entrance. He pushed into Daxter, taking his time, both trying to be gentle and enjoying the sweet feeling of his lover’s body.

Daxter moaned in pleasure as Jak continued to sink in up to his hilt. The knot of lust within his stomach grew. Jak placed both hands on Daxter’s hips and looked down into his eyes. Daxter reached up and softly touched Jak’s face. Jak leaned into the welcome touch and connected his lips to Daxter’s. He cautiously began to pump in and out of him. The red head gasped at the sudden thrilling sensations, stealing breath from Jak’s mouth. Jak chuckled around Dax’s lips as Daxter snaked his arms around Jak’s neck.

Jak continued to thrust, now being a little harder and he hit something wonderful in the red haired boy beneath him. Daxter broke his kiss, arching his back and groaning out loud. Jak began to moan himself, feeling Daxter’s reaction as he tightened around his cock. Jak still intensified his thrusts, desire taking over his reactions.

Moans becoming louder, Daxter laid his hands on Jak’s chest, drawing invisible circles there with his fingers and palms. Jak cried out, beginning to sit up a bit on his knees and changing the angle at which he stroked Daxter. He threw his head back, trying to hold back as long as possible. Daxter’s hands slipped over Jak’s chest and stomach once more, taking in the heat resonating from them. His hand wrapped around his own length and he started to pump himself along with Jak’s rhythm.

The blonde’s chest rose and fell, his breathing becoming more and more erratic. He could only compare this passion to some kind of out of control zoomer ride, twisting around bends and hitting jumps with no signs of stopping or slowing down. The only way to end the ride would be by crashing in a glorious display of fire and metal.

Daxter’s world began to spin. The bliss he was going through was dizzying. An uncontrollable dizziness that, for some reason, made the feelings in him all the better. With a final groan, Daxter came on his own stomach. That sent Jak over the edge as well, as with one more thrust and the superb feeling of Daxter tightening around him, he came inside his lover.

Jak pulled out and collapsed on top of Daxter, who responded with a low ‘oof.’ Dax looked off into space, absent-mindedly stroking Jak’s hair.

“Dag-nasty...” He chuckled to the ceiling “Jak...You are amazing. Being with you is the best."

Jak chuckled, the conversational man gone; replaced by the quiet boy again, and crawled beneath his covers. He beckoned Daxter to join him. He did, without hesitation. The two snuggled close and Jak gazed down at his best friend and lover, finding his post-coatis stare quite cute.

He was roused from his relaxation by a banging on the wall. It was coming from the opposite side.

“Will you to boys be quiet?! I’m trying to sleep and I can’t deal with you two horsing about! Wrestle at Geyser Rock, not your room in the dead of night!!”

It was Jak’s Uncle, Clueless to the whole situation. The pair heard him grumble something about Daxter being a bad influence, before there was silence.

Jak looked at Daxter and Daxter looked back with a big smile on his face. Jak smiled back and began to chortle He kissed Daxter’s forehead and the two began laughing. Daxter kissed Jak’s cheek and it continued into a fit of kisses and laughter.