Accessories

AN: Yeah, we all knew it would happen eventually.  Here is where all the kinky stuff our favorite threesome gets up to will be recorded.  And this first chapter was written as a gift for Grimreaperchibi, because such awesomeness must be celebrated and rewarded. Nuff said. Please enjoy the smut while your party is reached. Uh, I mean, while I finish the next chapters of Room & Board and Keep Talking. Yeah.

Characters: Belong to Naughty Dog, Inc.

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Daxter stared warily at the door.  His hands clenched, palms damp, as he swallowed nervously.  This was it.  His back was to the wall.  Any moment now, the opposition would call him to the field of battle.  The coming challenge would separate the men from the boys! 

A knock.  “Ready in there, Dax?”

The redhead centered himself, took a deep breath… and whined.  “Ja-aaak, do I really gotta do this?”

“That’s what I asked you before dinner when you wanted me and Tess to do that weird thing with the whipped cream and the nipple clamps.  Get out here.”

“I don’t wanna!  I look dumb!”

“Oh, snookums, I’m sure you look adorable!”  Tess’s sweet voice cut through the wood, coaxing him to abandon his defenses and surrender.  “Please come out?  We can’t wait to see you all dressed up.”

“Come out in five seconds or I’ll take the door off its hinges.”  Jak sounded entirely too cheerful about that prospect.  Damn him.

“Okay, okay, I’m comin’.  Sheesh.”  With a sigh of defeat Daxter trudged across the tiny bathroom and unlocked the door.  He knew better than to test whether Jak would carry through with the threat.  Hell, Jak probably didn’t even know what a bluff was.

As soon as the door opened, Tess was there to grab him by the arm and tug him out into the hallway.  “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Daxter crossed his arms over his chest self-consciously and pouted.  Easy for her to say.  She looked good in getups like this. 

“Come on, Dax.  Let’s get someplace we can properly admire your new outfit.”  The smirk was audible in Jak’s voice.  Big hands descended on the redhead’s narrow shoulders and began to steer him down the hall toward the bedroom.  He was so screwed.  Screwed backwards, forwards, and eight ways from Wednesday.

The lamps on both bedside tables glowed in annoying triumph, illuminating Daxter’s shame for the world to see.  Well, okay, maybe the soft light from the lamps was better than the harsh glare of big light in the ceiling fixture.  And maybe it wasn’t the world witnessing his shame so much as it was his two beautiful, if currently sadistic, blonde lovers.  That didn’t stop him from blushing brightly as he put his fists on his hips and tried to pretend he wasn’t being stared at.

“There, see, I put ‘em on.  Happy?”

“Very.”  It was almost a purr as Jak’s eyes trailed up his legs and all over the atrocity he had been guilted into wearing.

Tess was a little more forward.  She bounced over with girlish enthusiasm, hands settling on the lacy frill that marked the beginning of the garter belt making itself at home on Daxter’s hipbones.  “Oh, Daxxie, you look so nice!  I knew these would be just perfect.  The dark colors bring out your fair complexion sooo well.”

Unconvinced, Dax looked down at himself and the black satin stockings that clung to his long legs.  At the middle of his thighs deep purple ribbons took over, twining up and attaching the stockings to the soft, frilly belt at his waist with a myriad of artful knots and bows woven into the fabric.  Seeing it all on Tess would have left him drooling.  Seeing it all on himself, and feeling the odd, almost wetly slick feeling of the satin on his newly-shaved legs, just left him feeling stupid. 

It got easier to ignore how dumb he felt when Jak slipped over to hold him from behind, while Tess continued her happy little pettings and exclamations over his supposed cuteness.  Four hands wandered over him, stroking his skin and hair, and Daxter relaxed into Jak’s strong arms like a boneless ottsel.  Oh, yeah.  This was how it was supposed to be.  If he was going to get fussed over like this then it might just be worth the goofy leg-wear.

Then Jak stepped back again.

“Hey, where ya goin’?” Daxter asked curiously.  He was just starting to get into it, arousal hardening in its frame of satin and lace.

“Not far.”  Jak crossed to Tess’s dresser, where for the first time the redhead noticed a small stash of accessories had been laid out.  He couldn’t see what they were, but they were obviously up for usage that night.  “We just thought you needed a little something extra to go with your new gear.”

Daxter’s eyes narrowed as Jak came back holding a long length of cloth.  “Yer not gonna put a bow around my neck, too, are ya?”

Tess giggled.  “You’ll see.”

Indeed, he did see soon enough.  Jak stopped in front of him with a little smile on his face that said he was trying not to break out in a shit-eating grin.  “Hands.”

“Huh?”



“Give me your hands, Dax.”

Hesitantly, not sure what was about to occur, Daxter held up his hands.  Jak looped the cloth around one thin wrist, then the other.  The cloth—what looked like an extra wide ribbon, deep purple and satin like his stockings—was pulled tight and his wrists zipped together, only to get another loop around them both.   His eyes widened.  “Yer tyin’ me up?”

“Not too tight, is it?” Jak asked as he ended the proceedings with a neat bow.  “We still want you to be able to feel your hands.”

“Why am I tied up?” Dax demanded, looking back and forth between Jak and Tess.  Jak had that grin going on that spelled trouble, and even Tess was smiling a little too wide.  “I thought my part’a the deal was just wearin’ the socks!”

“Stockings, snookums.”  Tess leaned in to kiss his cheek, her hand trailing ticklishly down his stomach.  “It’s just part of the game, Daxxie.  If you don’t like it, we can take it off.”

Daxter looked down at the ribbon around his wrists and gave an experimental tug.  Jak had tied it well, but the knot was just a simple bow.  He could pull it loose easily.  But, now that he thought about it, why would he want to?  Tess and Jak wouldn’t do anything that would make him want to bail.  Avoid mirrors and hide in a dark corner, yes, but not bail.

“Nah, don’t sweat it, babe.  It’s cool.”

“And is this also cool?”  The casual tone of her voice kept him none the wiser, so when her prized strap on harness appeared from behind her back, it caught him completely off guard.

The redhead stared at the loops of pink leather that Tess loved because they “matched her headband,” feeling the blood drain from his face so fast that for a moment he felt alarmingly lightheaded.  Then all that blood was back, rushing to his cheeks and ears as he blushed madly.  His eyes jumped immediately to Jak, who was still smirking that little smirk of his.  Dax swallowed hard.  He had zero problems with his favorite lady showing him a little lovin’ by way of her toys, but since Jak had joined their super awesome circle of sexiness she hadn’t had reason to.  He wasn’t exactly sure how he felt about an audience—even one that consisted of the other half of the Demolition Duo.

He shifted nervously as his bound hands clenched, the urge to run them anxiously through non-existent fur a stress response that was still hard to ignore.  “Sheesh, you guys.  Any more surprises I should know about?”

“I’ve got a camera,” Jak said simply.

“What?!”  It was nearly a shriek as the green-blonde held up the small hand-held recorder for confirmation, and Daxter tensed to bolt at the sight of it.  Tess arrested his flight, though, and he stopped short so as not to bowl her over.  His ears flickered overtime in agitation as he forced himself not to struggle away from her and run from such an incriminating device.  “Seriously, I’d love ta know, why is that thing necessary?”

“We need it,” Tess said with conviction as her arms wrapped around him, “because I need something to keep we warm at night when you two leave again.  A month is a long time to be here without you, you know.”  Her carefully manicured fingers traced his cheek lovingly, belying the naughty sparkle in her eyes.  “You don’t want me to be here all alone, do you, Daxxie, without even a sweet little home movie of my snookums and our big, strong hero and me to keep me company?”  Those pretty, polished nails found the fine hair at the nape of his neck and scratched lightly as she pressed forward for a kiss.

And that was all it took.  Daxter shivered violently, but not unpleasantly, and began to relax against her.  At that point he was putty in her hands, and all three of them knew it.  He and Jak already felt bad enough about hopping back and forth between Haven and Spargus, and occasionally even as far as Kras, without her, even if sticking together at all times was impractical.  What they did came packaged with a large degree of risk, and Tess had a bar to run.  But if she wanted footage of him being ravished in ridiculous stockings, far be it for him to refuse.  Her flavored lip-gloss muffled his whimper as he kissed back, and his hands momentarily fought each other in confusion as they tried to move around her in return without remembering that they were temporarily stuck together.  They had just decided to work as a team to cup Tess’s chest when she began to steer him backwards toward the bed, kissing all the way.

Though Dax had been bracing to go down backwards across the mattress, the blonde stopped them at the foot of it.  She smiled impishly, making a little twirling motion with one finger.  “Turn around, snuggle muffin.  I need to make a couple little adjustments.”

Swallowing against a sudden case of dry mouth, he did as she asked.  He stared straight ahead at the wall above the headboard, hands clasped and half covering that pesky erection that couldn’t seem to decide whether or not the course the evening was taking was horrifying or damned sexy.  Either way, it certainly wasn’t put off by the light jingle of Tess stepping into her harness behind him.  As he had learned by association months ago, that particular sound meant good things in his immediate future.

“Okay, all set.  Lean forward, please.”

Daxter did, almost eagerly, tied hands bracing together on the soft bedspread.  The preparation involved in this kind of play felt almost as good as the actual act.  He glanced back over his shoulder in anticipation, hoping to catch a glimpse of the toy Tess had picked for the evening, when his eyes landed on Jak and went wide with renewed hesitation.  He had almost forgotten that this time, he and Tess weren’t alone.

“How do you turn this thing on?” Jak asked distractedly from his spot in an armchair in the corner.  He seemed to be having an unduly hard time with the recorder, a detail that would have made Daxter laugh under normal circumstances.  Laughter was kept in check by the fact that Jak’s lack of technological aptitude at the moment seemed to be stemming from his preoccupation with staring at Daxter’s ass, perfectly framed for display between stockings and garter belt.

“Just press the little button at the top.  That’s the power.  The button next to it is the focus, the knob’s the zoom.  Pay attention, Jak,” Tess giggled.  “Just get it set up and then you can watch as much as you want.”

After a few more seconds of fiddling, there was a whirr from the camera and a sound of triumph from Jak.  “Okay, I got it.  Go ahead.”

Tess nodded in satisfied affirmation.  She leaned forward, hands petting Daxter’s hips as her lips trailed up his back, placing tiny kisses meant to reassure and relax. 

Not that the loving treatment was working, despite the redhead’s attempts to go with the flow.  His ears stayed down and flushed, his muscles tense.  He didn’t know why it made him so jittery for Jak to see him like this when the hero had been the one prepping him for over a month now, but it did.  Maybe it was because, despite everything, Jak was still the one person Daxter wanted most to impress—and he couldn’t shake the idea that Jak would be much more impressed by a sharp shot or a piece of fancy driving than he would be by a pair of skinny limbs in goofy socks and a frilly belt.  He fought against freezing up as Tess’s hands on his inner thighs coaxed him to open his legs.

“Daxxie, are you alright?”

He shifted silently, unable to un-hunch his shoulders or lift his ears.

“Sweetie, we can stop if you’re not comfortable with this.”  Tess’s lips landed on his shoulder, then skipped over to what she could reach of his neck.  “Jak and I love you and we think you look wonderful, but if you don’t like what we’re doing then what we say doesn’t count.  We won’t be mad if you want to stop.”

“No!” Dax whined, well aware that he sounded like a brat.  Well, that was okay in this case.  As long as they didn’t stop.  It was a matter of pride now.  He didn’t want to be uncomfortable in front of Jak.  He wanted to wear Tess’s silly socks if it would make them happy.  He wanted to come, damn it, and that was only going to happen tonight if he took a chill pill and let Tess get her groove on.  “Keep going.”  To illustrate his demand he crumpled to the bed from the chest up, leaving his ass in the air.  His face burned, but his will was strong.  He was Daxter, willing participant in all things sexy!  He could do this.

“All right, if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.”  He wiggled his rear a little, hopeful she would take the hint to begin while he still had the nerve.  He was also thankful for his lack of a tail right then.  His old ottsel appendage would no doubt have been protectively tucked so far between his legs he could suck on the tip, and Tess would have to tie it to his leg to keep it up out of the way.

Tess took the hint very well.  Her hands smoothed over the curve of his cheeks, simply caressing at first; nothing too intrusive.  Daxter shivered at the light petting.  He could never decide if it felt good or tickled the sensitive skin like all hell.  After a minute or so of gentle kneading her fingers trailed down the center seam to trace his entrance.  Behind him a lid snapped, heralding the opening of a bottle of lube.  All the little hairs on his body began to rise in anticipation. 

Do not think about Jak watching.  Do not think about camera recording.  Oh gods oh gods oh gods.

“Easy, snuggle-muffin.”  Tess’s loving murmur was like warm maple syrup spreading across pancakes as slightly cool lube spread across his clenching opening.  “Here we go.”

He couldn’t help a quiet moan, mostly muffled in the bedspread, when the first fingertip stroked, pressed, and eased in.  Tess’s other hand quickly moved lower to cup his arousal through his legs, which was already mostly hard in spite of it all. 

“Still alright?” she asked softly, stroking him languidly in time with the movement of her finger inside him. 

Dax nodded into his arms with some difficulty.  “Mm-hmm.”  Tess had trimmed her pretty nails short, he noticed hazily.  So she wouldn’t scratch him accidentally.  His sweetie-pie was the best.  A second finger worked in and he whined, spread his legs wider.  It didn’t matter which of his lovers was put to the task—he just liked to be prepped.  Hell, he liked to be fingered even when there was no second act to prep for.  A third finger coaxed out a louder, shriller whine and his back bowed to an extreme that would have done a limber ottsel spine proud.

“I love when you do that,” Jak said quietly from his vantage point, his voice rough with want.  The camera whirred as he mercilessly exploited the zoom knob.  “Looking amazing, Dax.”

“Since when did you turn into a director, wise guy?” Daxter groused breathlessly, but in all honesty the redhead couldn’t find the spare brainpower to care much about the camera just then.  He was much more concerned about Tess’s stroking hands, inside and out, and getting something a little deeper inside.  His tied hands clenched in the covers as he began to rock back shallowly in search of more.

Tess’s hands landed back on his hips at the same moment that the tip of the toy in her harness pressed against him.  “Ready?”

He pushed back another insistent mental image of how stupid this must look to Jak and nodded.  “Yeah.”

She pressed it in slow and easy, slick with lube.  Daxter let out a huff of relief into his arms.  The cool plastic was a departure from what he had become used to more recently, namely Jak’s hot, thick length, but it still felt good.  He thought he could even tell what toy it was, too, despite not having seen which one Tess had chosen.  Had to be the purple one with the nice curve.  Not too thick at all.  As she began to thrust gently he briefly wondered why she hadn’t chosen something a little more challenging, knowing what he could handle now.  Then Jak made a noise of unabashed anticipation behind them and it hit him like a transport with bad brake lines.

Taken by his girlfriend, as prep for being taken by his boyfriend.  It was brilliant and sexy as all hell.  The redhead was immediately regretful that he hadn’t been the one to come up with the idea.  The realization brought a dizzying rush of fresh arousal.

“Would you get over here?!” Dax wailed, looking back at Jak as well as he was able while being steadily ridden.  “I hate ya bein’ so far away!”

Jak was out of the chair before the sentence was fully formed.  Shirtless and predatory, he had obviously been waiting for just such a demand.  “What do I do with the camera, Tess?”

“Line it up on the dresser and make sure it’s getting a clear view.”  Her voice held a smile.  “Hurry, Jak.  I think Daxxie’s getting antsy, on the bed all by himself.”

Understatement of the day.  The redhead squirmed even harder beneath Tess, watching with bated breath as Jak positioned the camera to his liking—an angle that would catch the whole bed in profile without missing a move.  Dax grimaced.  Stupid camera.  Might as well have one of the tracking cameras that followed reporters at the race tracks floating around their bedroom and zooming in on his ass.  Then he focused on the tent Jak was pitching in already tight pants, Tess thrust juuust right, and moaning loudly took precedence over thinking about cameras. 

“Hey, I’m coming.”  Despite the fact that his boner looked hard enough to break eco crates, Jak’s voice was soft.  Lust hadn’t drowned the affection in his deep blue eyes.  He slid out of his pants and onto the bed as Daxter struggled to prop himself back up on his arms.  “Easy.  Let me help.”

Daxter grinned unsteadily as Jak’s hands took hold of his shoulders and effortlessly lifted him up.  “Hey, babe.  Is that the Peacemaker in yer pocket or are ya just happy ta see me?”

“Smart ass.”  Jak’s hands slid from his shoulders down to his tied wrists and tightened like trip wires, pulling him up with a squeak of surprise.  His arms were over Jak’s head and dropped around a strong neck, held there by the binding ribbon, before he could grasp what was happening.

Tess giggled a little breathlessly from between Daxter’s legs as he was stretched precariously between them.  “Like, wow, Jak, what a good idea.  Look at this nice angle we’ve got now.”

Dax mewled piteously into a sudden, hard kiss as said angle change allowed Tess to drill his prostate with every move.  Jak sucked on his tongue as his hands drifted lower, teasing around the edges of the garter belt before resting on each side of his rear.  The redhead’s eyes opened wide and he gasped loudly against Jak’s mouth as the hero squeezed his ass cheeks firmly—and then pulled them apart, giving Tess even more access to his writhing body.  He squealed shamelessly, hands clenching against the back of Jak’s neck.  Penned as he was, there was no escape from the ruthless assault.

“You want it harder, baby?” Tess cooed.

“Y-yes—hard—aaah, somebody t-touch me!”

“What do we say…?”

“Somebody touch me now!”

“That’s not what we say,” Jak growled against his ear, a second before the bite came.

Daxter cried out in bliss as his friend’s teeth found their mark on the side of his neck and clamped down none too gently.  He knew Tess was probably less than pleased at the display, but playing rough was how the Demolition Duo rolled.  He had bitten Jak out of nothing more than reflex the very first time the three had been together, and the hero had been quick to repay the favor in later romps.  It was something they had both come to enjoy, to say the least.  Their lady just couldn’t appreciate the more primal side of bedroom fun, but she was good about rolling her eyes and letting them get it out of their systems.

With teeth at his throat and the toy deep inside him, it took very little for Jak’s hand wrapped tight around his cock to bring him to a screaming climax.  Dax shuddered and rocked as best he was able, riding out the pleasure.  Jak’s mouth moved back to his own while Tess’s lips found the fresh marks of teeth on pale skin and kissed tenderly, sending aftershock shivers down his spine.  He collapsed bonelessly against Jak as his tied hands petted through strands of emerald and gold.  Tess pulled out slowly, gently, petting his back all the while amid soft whispers of praise.  He sighed contentedly.  If turning control over to his lovers meant he got this afterward, then he should think about letting it go more often.

Jak ducked out of the circle of Daxter’s arms and reached for the ribbon that bound them.  “Still doing okay?”

“Mmm-yeah,” Dax sighed contentedly as the strip of cloth fell away. 

“Good.”  Jak stroked the insides of thin wrists with his thumbs as he rolled the unresisting redhead onto his back.  “I’m glad.  Because we’re not done yet.”

Daxter’s eyes, sliding sleepily closed in the warm tide of afterglow, popped open.  “Huh?”

Jak had already gathered his wrists in one big hand, and in less than a moment the ribbon was around them again—this time, pulling his arms over his head and securing them to a slat in the headboard of the bed.  “You didn’t think you were getting off that easy, did you?”  The hero’s smirk was infuriating as it was sexy. 

Daxter’s face burned with annoyance and renewed embarrassment as Jak’s hands roamed down the expanse of his tingling body and began to feel up stocking-clad thighs.  “Jerk.  You lured me inta a false sense of security.”

“Come on.”  Teasing fingers tickled behind his knee, stroking the smooth satin.  “You had to know I was going to want you, too.”



“I thought you’d be man enough ta let me loose first, ya kinky freak!”

“If you want to get up, pull out the pretty little bow and put up a fight.”  It was a purr as the petting continued.  Big hands ran up and down legs that were being slowly spread open so Jak could settle between them.

Daxter swallowed hard, red ears flicking against the pillow.  “Well, uh… maybe I’m just too tired ta fight.  Yeah, that’s it.”

Tess giggled in the background.  “Aww, poor Daxxie is sleepy!”  She slid onto the bed a moment later, camera in hand.  “Don’t you worry, snookums.  Jak can do all the work this time, can’t you, Jak?”

“I think I can handle it.”

It was impossible to deny the shudder of anticipation as Jak’s hard, hot cock rubbed up against his thoroughly prepared opening, smearing fresh lube.  And things were about to get a whole lot sloppier.  Jak’s eyes asked permission.  The redhead nodded imperceptibly and canted his hips up, then hissed sharply through his teeth as he was filled again, slick and easy like it was what he had been made for.

“Do you like that, sweetie?”  Tess’s voice was quiet and soothing as she reached to stroke his cheek.  “Daxxie always looks so happy to have Jak inside him.”

Daxter moaned, turning his face to beg for a kiss, which he was given at once.  Tessie was two or three factors from calling him a slut, but he would let it slide.  Mostly because what she had said was true.  He was happy, almost giddily so, whenever Jak took him.  It was half a lifetime’s longing fulfilled with every strong but gentle thrust.

Jak moved inside him unhurriedly, just the right way to make him pant and whine.  The hero’s stamina had improved impressively during the short time they had been cultivating his skill between the sheets.  Tess snuggled in at Daxter’s side, camera in one hand as she petted the damp hair away from his face with the other.  The hand moved from his hair back to his face, then down his chest, stomach, and treasure trail to the edge of the garter belt and back again.

Daxter whined sharply, clutching desperately at the ribbon-wrapped headboard slats.  Two pairs of bright blue eyes gazed down at him, mirroring his own lust.  But something was nagging; something he needed to be doing.  “Tessie, w-what d’you—what can I—?”

“Nothing, sweetie pie.  Nothing.  I just want to watch you right now.  You’re so gorgeous like this.”

Jak’s face echoed the sentiment, even if he was less prone to vocalizing his feelings than Tess.  Daxter couldn’t quite understand their dual appreciation, but he couldn’t deny it, either.  So he simply basked in it, letting Jak hold his legs wide for that better view without putting up a struggle.  His erection bounced on his stomach, the tip leaving a pearly string of pre-come on the top edge of Tess’s pretty garter belt.  The surging sensations were building again, electricity in the base of his spine.  He gasped in surprise even as he tried to shove himself closer.  His mouth opened to ask again for that helping hand, but before the words could form he was already there, arching up into Jak’s hips and crying out weakly.

The green-blonde answered him with a guttural groan, and with just a few more strong, steady thrusts he spilled into Daxter’s tightly clenching body in return.

“Goodness,” Tess murmured, wide-eyed.  She had never seen the redhead climax hands free before—mostly because it had never happened before.

“That… that’ll be five hundred credits,” Daxter finally managed to gasp.  His eyes fluttered closed as he sucked air greedily.  “Apiece.”

Jak laughed weakly, still seated deeply inside his limp, panting lover.  His hand moved from Daxter’s hip to the patch of pale, soft skin now shining slick with his release and began to trace a design around his belly button.  “I guess a trick like that is worth the big bucks.  What do you think, Tess?”

“I think we need to buy this naughty boy’s favors indefinitely.”  Her lips quirked in a playful smile as they met Daxter’s in a deep, fiercely loving kiss.

Every part of Daxter reveled in their approval.  His body still tingled and trembled faintly.  He stayed limp as Jak untied the ribbon, letting his arms flop down at his sides.  Jak disappeared while Tess kissed and petted, but soon returned with the expected damp cloth that cleaned them up in no time. 

The redhead sighed tiredly when he felt nimble hands loosening the tie at the side of the slightly sticky garter belt.  Tess unsnapped the garters and he arched his back a bit to let her pull the belt out from under him.  “Sorry I got yer goodies all messy, Tess.”

She shushed him soothingly as she took a stocking by the top edge and peeled it down his leg.  “That’ll clean up good as new.  I knew we might get it messy when I let you wear it.”

“Let me?  I was forced!”

Jak purred smugly.  Once he had latched onto the mental image of Daxter in lingerie he had held on until it had come to fruition.  Jak was good at fixating like that.

“Oh, I know, snookums.”  Tess pressed another kiss on him before peeling down the other stocking.  “And then I asked if we could film it.  You took it all so well, Daxxie.”

Daxter blinked as he suddenly remembered the camera.  It was now resting on the bedside table, dormant and harmless.  Somewhere near the end when his brain had turned to mush and leaked out on the pillow Tess must have turned it off.  “Huh.  Do I get some kind’a reward for all that?” 

“If you want.  You can think up something you’d like to do to me.”  She didn’t sound concerned by the prospect.  “We still have a few days until you boys go back to Spargus.  Think about it tomorrow.  Sleep now.”

That, he could do.  Daxter settled down into the covers as Jak chucked the washcloth and molded himself up against the redhead’s back.  Tess cuddled up on his other side, close enough that they were breathing the same air, and Daxter’s world was at once complete.  Though he was certainly going to take Tess up on her offer, this would have been reward enough for him.  He loved being in the middle after sex as much as during it.  The first time they had gotten tangled up like this, Jak still inside him and him inside Tess, soaking up the afterglow with Jak lazily nibbling his ear from behind and Tess kissing up and down his neck, he had suddenly come unglued and started to bawl.  He had cried like a baby for long minutes, until they could calm him down enough to choke out that he was only happy.  So, so happy.

“Night, Dax.”

“Goodnight, Daxxie.”



“G’night, you guys.”  The redhead smiled as he closed his eyes.  Jak was strong at his back, Tess soft in his arms.  Their arms entwined around his waist.  Daxter nestled into the pillow, smiling so hard it hurt.  “Love ya.”

The simultaneous kisses he received were more than enough to assure that they did, too.

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To be continued at some point sometime.

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(2nd)AN: Now I just have to figure out how Daxter revenges himself on his lovies. Hmm...  Ah, well, first thing's first.  Expect chapter 2 of Room & Board and chapter 3 of Keep Talking sometime in the near future.

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