Pretty Boy

Chapter Title: Pretty Boy
Chapter Rating: PG-13
Pairings involved: Jinx/Jak
Warnings: Yaoi-ness. Of course, am I capable of anything else? /grins and whispers/ Actually I am, it just takes me longer.
Status: Continuation, 1 of ?
Author's Note: Jinx just loves making Jak blush. And unfortunately for Jak, he can't seem to help loving the attention. (Shoot. Me. Please. /head desk/ I am so going to hell.)

His eyes had always been a little on the large side and he was sure that at the moment they had grown even bigger than usual. Quite a feat to be sure and Jinx seemed to love every minute of it.

"Why exactly had he decided to sit over here in the first place?" Jak wondered.

He could feel everyone else's eyes on them. All of them trying their best not to be obvious but Jak could tell they were watching anyway.

So he ignored them. They weren't really important right now anyway. He would put up with their giggles and smart aleck comments later, but right now… He just had to hear that again.

"What did you say?" Jak's voice was raspier then usual. Trying to whisper with a tone such as his was murder on his throat but…

A lopsided grin was all he got for his trouble. Keen eyes narrowed in the devious grin's wake. Jinx leaned back in his seat, wiggled his bottom in an attempt to get more comfortable and stared him down. That damned grin never fading.

Jak had never felt so uncomfortable. So why didn't he just leave?

He sighed when he resigned himself to the fact that he wouldn't, not until he heard it again anyway. He turned in his own seat, eyes reluctantly locking with the green ones nestled in the corner right next to him. Jak raised a brow in query.

"Y'heard me." Jinx finally said.

Why didn't he just leave now before he embarrassed himself further?

"No…" Jak muttered coolly, eyes simultaneously dropping to the mug in front of him.

There was an airy sigh from the man next to him and the bench sifted underneath him.

"…I didn't."

Jinx was leaning into him now, close enough that Jak could feel the other man's breath on the side of his face. The green-blond's brows lowered, a frown marring his face. This was so stupid. Why didn't he just get up and leave? Surely Daxter was doing something more interesting over there. He looked up and caught sight of his furry friend. The ottsel looked to be in the middle of one of his tall tales. Arms stretched out, probably mimicking the size of some imaginary monster that he'd supposedly slayed. Dax turned to look at him briefly, his pupil-less deep blues glinting with some sort of recognition other then identification. A knowing grin formed on Jak's best friend's face.

Jak just turned away, a new blush threatening to shatter his stoic exterior. He wanted to curse. He wanted to just growl and get up and leave. But he just had to hear Jinx say that to him again. No matter how fucking inappropriate it had been… It was just not something he heard everyday. And as it seemed, to his unending shame, even he was not immune to the giddy flutter that Jinx's odd brand of flattery caused.

Jinx looked off thoughtfully, "Where should I begin?" He muttered.

He'd saved the world three times already; Jak figured that he deserved a little credit. So he chocked down that last nagging feeling of self-consciousness and turned to the blond on his right. What he said next was only enhanced by the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Tell me about my ass again."