-1Jak slowly walked into Torn's musty hideout. No one was there, just as he thought...and happy for.

He had just gotten back from his latest mission, and was, to put it bluntly, dog ass tired. Torn had put him through hell with his mission. Yes, he had to go down into the sewers AGAIN and turn on the power source to the elevator. He was tired, hurt, sweaty and smelly, and really craved a shower.

He had ditched Daxter at Tess's gun range because he had begun a huge story and changing the details so that he was the hero. Jak sighed and threw off his beloved goggles, followed by the chest ring and his blue shirt. His belt came soon after, but he kept his pants on while wandering the hideout, searching for a towel.

He finally found one, surprisingly on Torn's bed. The hero looked at the blue towel before picking it up.

'I'm sure he won't mind…' Jak thought. 'I just hope he wasn't too dirty when he used it…'

He tossed the towel over his shoulder so that it rested in Daxter's usual spot, and headed toward the showering quarters.

Torn was riding a zoomer as fast as it could go through the slums, toward his hideout.

'How could I have been so stupid! Leaving all the information back at the headquarters! My age must be catching up with me!'

Making a right turn and almost crashing into another zoomer, he quickly changed his altitude, making the zoomer skid across the ground to a stop, hoping the sparks flying from the bottom of it wouldn't catch him on fire. As the zoomer stopped, he leaped off of it and landed next to the door to his headquarters just as it blew up behind him.

After the door closed behind him, he could hear the sound of pieces of metal hitting against it like hail. He smirked.

"Oh yeah, I still got it." Knowing that nobody was around, and his image wouldn't be destroyed, he laughed freely.

He started walking toward the maps in the back, but suddenly his foot caught something and he stumbled forward. He glared down at what had so rudely caught him and instantly recognized it as Jak's chest ring. His expression suddenly softened and he pulled it from his shoe and threw it across the room.

"Damn kid should learn how to clean up after himself…" the commander muttered deep in his throat, smirked when the ring hit the wall with a CHING.

As he sifted through the maps and finally found what he was looking for, blueprints of the baron's castle, he shoved it in his pocket and headed back to the door.

He glanced down to see Jak's beloved goggles and wondered what they were doing lying on the floor. And then it hit him. Why was all of his clothes scattered across the room!

"Honestly, was that kid raised in the wild!" he growled. 'Wait, bad question,' he thought with a slight smirk.

He narrowed his eyes and looked around the room for anymore clothes. Not too far away, he spotted Jak's blue shirt, and better yet, his pants, right outside the door to the shower quarters.

Like music to his ears, he could hear the shower squeaking to a stop and the water stop running.

Before he even had time to react, the younger elf had flung the door open, singing loudly with his arms outward.

"Don't be afraid of what you can't see!" the towel around his waist suddenly lost its grip on him and fell to the floor with a little thump.

Torn let his eyes feast on what he could before the towel was quickly replaced.

"Happens to the best of us," Jak slurred, blushing slightly.

"Jak…? Are you drunk?" Torn asked, observing the younger elf closely.

"Lay off, man," the hero pushed past Torn toward the bedroom quarters.

Torn followed him, "You're no good to me drunk, Jak! And where did you find the alcohol?"

Jak chuckled, "Under your bed."

"What were you doing there!"

The hero pointed to his towel. Unfortunately, Torn thought he was pointing to his own crotch. Torn blinked, thinking the worst.

"What?" Jak asked. "Stop staring at me."

Torn rolled his eyes and turned to leave the room, but he stopped suddenly as two arms wrapped around his waist. He felt warm breath on his neck.

"Where are you going?" slurred the drunken elf in a sexual voice that sent chills down the older elf's spine.

Torn shivered even though Jak's body was warm enough to heat up the winter.

"Jak, stop…. You're drunk. And I doubt you even know what you're doing."

"I know what I'm doing, I've wanted this for a long time…"

"Jak, get off," Torn sighed, pushing the hero off of him.

Jak stumbled backward, unable to keep his balance in is drunken state. He fell backwards and his towel fell next to him on the ground.

Torn rolled his eyes, "Stupid lightweight…"

Jak got to his feet, "Who are you calling a lightweight?" he asked as he threw a drunken punch at Torn, losing balance, and ending up sending them both to the floor.

"Jak, get off me," Torn yelled, his face turning bright red.

"No," Jak whined, nuzzling his chest.

Torn could smell the Kick-Start Suicide alcohol all over him. He probably spilled it in his hair or something while he was getting out of the shower… either that or he thought it was shampoo.

The older elf at himself up, and brought Jak down to his lap in the process. Jak curled in a ball on him and shivered.

"It's cold," he pointed out.

"No shit," Torn said. "You're naked."

"C'mon, Torn, you know you like it," Jak sang, rolling onto his back. "You can come warm me up, though," he fluttered his eyes at the older elf.

"I'm never giving you alcohol again," Torn swore. "Damn it, and you drank my most expensive kind!"

Jak grinned, "It was good."

Torn rolled his eyes.

"Get dressed," he demanded.

"Stop denying it. You want to jump on me right now. I can feel it."

"No, it's just the cold."

Jak started to laugh.

"What's so funny?" Torn growled.

"Heh heh, shrinkage."

Torn clenched his fist and raised it, but lowered it when Jak closed his eyes. He took the time to study the younger elf's perfectly sculpted body. He really was very handsome, but this wasn't right. Torn couldn't take the drunken elf.

…And if it really was cold, Jak's body wasn't showing it.

"Enjoying the view?" Jak asked, his eyes still closed.

"Wha…? H-how did you…?"

"I didn't. You just told me," Jak turned to face Torn again and smiled in that sweet way of his that made Torn's blood boil.

"Jak, no. Get sober, and see if you feel the same," the older elf said.

"You're a stubborn one," he moved his head to the side with a sigh, and a piece of is green-blonde hair moved onto his face over his eye.

Torn chuckled slightly and wiped the hair out of his face.

'I suppose if he's this wasted, he'll never remember….' the commander thought to himself.

Jak groaned slightly, his eyes closing.

Torn leaned close to Jak's ear and cooed, "Jak…."

The hero jumped, his eyes widening.

"Torn…?" he looked down at himself and gasped, "What are you doing!"

"I'm not doing anything. You came on to me, remember?" Torn asked.

Jak shook his head, "Ugh…"

Torn leaned toward Jak and softly nipped on his earlobe.

"OH! I remember now!" he then fell on his back, sleeping soundly.

Torn rolled his eyes (again)

End

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