It had been raining almost nonstop for the past few weeks.
Jak had just gone back from one of the missions Krew had given to him and after dropping Daxter beside the Hip Hog he´d been heading to the Underground HQ. He´d been soaked to the bone by the rain during the flight and had obviously looked like a washed up dog while stepping through the marked door. At first Torn hadn´t noticed him, but then the second-in-commander had lifted his icy blue orbs from the papers on his desktop and seen him. Torn had hurried to his lover asking if he was allright and helped the boy to get out of his clothes. Now both men were sitting on one of the bunkbeds as Torn tried to dry the youth up with the towel in his hand.
While making sure that Jak wouldn´t get a one hell of a flu, the ex-commander began to think about the relationship between himself and the kid. Their so-called "lovestory" had started a couple of months ago in a rather awkward way when the younger man had accidentally blurted out "I love you" in a bar filled with customers. Hardened by the training on his early years of KG service, Torn had treated the boy as nothing more than a fool. At least that had been it until one night Jak had gone back from one of his suicide-missions covered in blood and bruises. During that night Torn had realised how much the young renegade actually meant to him - the night had also been the one they had shared their first kiss.
Since then their relationship had grown in both mental and physical ways - well, at least in the mental ones. Of course they´d been physical before, but had never dared to get any further than kissing and petting each other through the clothes. Not that they didn´t want it, though. Torn found the kid staring at him with those lust-filled eyes at least five times a day and even the second-in-commander couldn´t deny the warm feeling building up in his groin while laying his sight on the young rebel.
So there wasn´t really anything wrong with their physical desires - the problem was just that they were both so damn shy! They needed some kind of a nudge forward to get things going on, but Torn wasn´t sure at all how that would happend. If he could just somehow encourage his partner...
"Hey, Jak. Would you mind if I touched you a bit?"
The youth in his lap turned to stare at him, confusion reflecting from his ocean blue eyes.
"... touched me?"
"Yeah, just a bit - you know, like your shoulders or something."
"I guess that would be allright."
Torn settled aside the towel he´d been holding and hesitantly put his arms to the other man´s shoulders, ready to continue.
"... very well, then."