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Torn's Little Problem
Chapter 2: KINKY… (Be afraid! Be very afraid…)
The room was humid.
Slick skin met against slick skin.
Soft, moist lips met against his own.
His name was panted against his ear, the voice thick with passion.
"Torn, Torn, Torn… Torn!"
"SHIT!"
The red-headed elf shot up from bed, sweating, panting, and donning a rather painful erection. The sheets of his bunk were twisted around his limbs, almost pinning him down.
Torn carefully untwisted himself, and sighed, trying to slow down his rapidly beating heart. He buried his face in his hands and tried to push out the images of his dream as they resurfaced into his mind.
It was the same dream. The same dream he'd been having of him and Jak, ever since he saw Jak—ALL OF JAK—in the shower. Damn that blonde and his perfect, muscled, and completely sexy body!
Every single night, he'd have that dream. And each night, it'd be more vivid than the last.
Torn sucked in his breath as the image of Jak running his hands up and down the dread-locked elf's chest resurfaced into his mind AGAIN.
"DAMMIT!" Torn shouted, slamming his head against the stone wall. He repeated this action a few more times in an attempt to rid himself of the erotic image. WHY was this happening to him? WHY? He hadn't done anything terribly wrong in his life. Sure he killed a few people, but so did tons of others, and look at how they were living; safe and warm in their little penthouses complete with indoor pools. Damn.
"DAMN, DAMN, DAMN!" he shouted to the ceiling.
He got no response.
The elf's "friend" was becoming rather painful, so Torn paused from smashing his head against the wall to get rid of it.
Let's see… What could he think of that was so horrifying, so nasty, so horribly DISGUSTING, that it would completely turn him off and not remind him of that damned sexy blonde?
Hm… Daxter in a pink tutu? Nah, that was just hilarious, not sickening…
Daxter in a pink tutu while being molested by Erol? Again, funny—slightly disturbing, but funny.
Torn laid back against the headboard, racking his brain.
Daxter, in a pink tutu, being molested by Erol AND Praxis… With Erol and Praxis wearing itsy bitsy, teeney weeney, yellow polka dot bikinis?
Yup. THAT did it.
Torn sighed in relief as he felt himself go limp. If things didn't improve, he'd have to just not sleep at all. This was getting bad. Every time he closed his eyes, he'd either see Jak's wet, completely NAKED body, or he'd see Jak's sweating, naked body in bed as the blonde ran his hands all over the older elf's body.
The elf drooled as he pictured the last image, only with a few added details—like the strawberries, and the whipped cream, and all that chocolate syrup.
Then—
"DAMMIT!" Torn screamed as he went hard again. He slammed his head against the wall in frustration. It was a good thing no one else was there. Other wise, they'd have seriously worried for the red-head's sanity.
I know I do…
Sucking in his breath, Torn forced the image of the rat being molested by his two most hated enemies in their horrible bikinis back into his mind.
But this time, it didn't work.
Torn growled. Ok… That wasn't too bad, he just had to tweak the image a bit…
Hm… Daxter, in a pink tutu, being molested by Erol and Praxis as they wore itsy bitsy, teeney weeney, yellow polka dot bikinis… While Vin and Kor strip danced on some poles!
Torn sighed. That did the trick all right. While that sickening image would give him nightmares for a week, at least he'd gotten rid of his… "friend."
The dread-locked elf groaned, hoisted himself out of bed, and dragged himself to the showers.
Thank Mar that Jak would be gone for half the day. Other wise, Torn wasn't sure if he'd be able to resist the urge to drag that blonde over to the nearest bunk and do some traumatizing and KINKY things to him.
Let's skip ahead to late afternoon and join our favorite blonde renegade. Jak was in a good mood. It had been a lovely day. He had killed thirteen metal heads, sixteen guards, and twenty three citizens, and escaped it all with minor scratches. Ah, mayhem was the perfect way to relieve all stresses. You should try it sometime. Grab your nearest chainsaw, go out, and kick some ass! It's refreshing, trust me.
Er, where was I? Oh yeah; as Jak was looking back onto his lovely day, he headed for the Underground. A big, important meeting was about to take place, and Jak had to be there.
Daxter had been complaining about it all the live-long day ("Why should we have to go to some stupid meeting? And since when do you listen to the Tattooed Wonder, eh? We could be going out and kicking some ass, or… Sitting around that statue and watching the babes go by… They're just so jiggly, you know?"). However, Jak wanted to make amends with Torn, so he decided that for once, he would not be difficult, and decided to just go along with everything.
Besides, something useful might turn up.
As they entered the alleyway that the Underground resided in, Jak wondered vaguely if Torn would stare at him through the whole meeting.
The blonde shivered as the image of that dark-eyed Torn re-entered his mind. That image reminded him of Erol, back in the prison.
Jak entered the Underground, preparing himself for hours of boring, uneventful planning and discussion.
He saw the dread-locked elf leaning over a bunch of maps at the table, his back to the blonde and the ottsel. Ashelin was over in the corner, as was the "Shadow."
In the other corner, Jinx (A/N: People, I haven't played Jak 2 in a while, so I forget if Jinx was in the second game or not. But if he's not, then let's pretend he is! Just use your IMAGINATION! -spreads hands widely over head-) was leaning against the wall, puffing on that damned steroid-enhanced cancer stick of his, and beside him was Sig and Tess.
Now, Jak was HOPING that he could sneak by the older elf quietly and not alert him of his arrival, so that MAYBE he could catch Torn off guard so they could make eye contact.
But no, Daxter didn't want to be invisible. He wanted people to know he was there.
"Hey, Tattooed Wonder!" the ottsel shouted as soon as they entered. Jak mentally groaned.
So much for stealth…
"What took you so long?" Torn asked without looking up from the maps.
"Hey! It ain't easy fighting off a bunch of freakin' metal heads and guards, King Laryngitis! We almost got ourselves killed!" He paused.
"…Until I bailed us out! Jak here was almost up to his neck in metal heads and guards, but I grabbed the nearest stick, and started swingin'—"
"I highly doubt that, rat," Torn interrupted dryly.
Sig snorted, Ashelin rolled her eyes, and Samos chuckled. Tess, however, was sympathetic.
"Oh Torn, don't be so mean!" she scolded as the rushed over and scooped Daxter up from Jak's shoulder, cuddling him.
"Ah, at least someone appreciates me," the ottsel sighed happily. Jak rolled his eyes, unaware that Torn was watching his every move hungrily.
The blonde did not realize that he tended to position his body into some rather attracted places. Like his hips; they weretilted slightly, the light hitting them just right, showing off his extremely nice… Ahem, well you get the idea.
"That's enough," Torn finally sighed, tearing his eyes away from Jak after 10 minutes of listening to Tess and the rat baby-talking each other.
"Indeed," the "Shadow" agreed. "It's time that we start this meeting. The sooner we can get some plans for Praxis's downfall, the sooner we can save this city.
Nodding, everyone gathered around the table, and the meeting started.
Unfortunately, because Fate felt like being an ass that day, Torn and Jak were sitting side by side, in front of the wall, and everyone else (including Daxter who had positioned himself between Tess's breasts, the pervert) was on the other side of the table.
Torn's heart pounded. He hadn't been this close to Jak since the "incident." He could SMELL the blonde, for crying out loud! They were that close. (This was because Jak was leaning forward slightly, at an angle, peering at some position on the map the Shadow was pointing out; Torn didn't need to do this because he and the Shadow had already discussed it.)
Torn closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath. The blonde's scent washed over him; a mix of leather, soap, oil, and ottsel. Though the second-in-command could've done without that last one, Jak's scent somehow made him even MORE irresistible than before.
Then Jak leaned over more. This was almost Torn's undoing. The blonde's body was practically pressed up against his own; heck, Torn could feel the outline of Jak's calf through all of that thick material of the teen's pants.
'Dammit,' the redhead thought sluggishly. His hand itched to trace that calf… The more he resisted, the stronger the urge became.
'Aw hell,' he groaned mentally, and placed his hand lightly on Jak's leg.
It took a while for the blonde to notice that something was on his leg. When he did, he jumped about six feet in the air.
"Jak?" Ashelin asked, startled.
"I-it's nothing," the younger mumbled, the feeling having stopped. Everyone exchanged glances but continued with the meeting.
But Torn wasn't through yet. He went right back to tracing the blonde's leg, running his hand over every part.
Poor Jak. He was so confused. He didn't dare move again, because he didn't want to alert the other's; he didn't think that whatever it was would harm him.
Torn's keen ears picked up the sound of the blonde's breath hitching as the older elf ran his hand along the renegade's inner thigh. The redhead was in perv heaven.
Jak… Well, he was just too confused to even think. He KNEW it was a hand; the question was, who's was it? It couldn't be Ashelin's or Tess's; they wouldn't be able to reach him. He KNEW Sig, the Shadow, or Jinx wasn't doing this. Daxter definetly wasn't doing it. That left Torn…
Jak gulped. He tried to tell himself that wasn't true—Torn wasn't exactly fond of the him as far as Jak was concerned. The hand brushed lightly against the place in between Jak's legs.
The blonde made a small noise deep in his throat. But if it wasn't Torn… Then who was it?
Poor Jak.
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