Short QTB note- Okay okay, I have enough reviews to want to go on with the story smiles To tell you the truth, I didn't think I would get any reviews at all, but hey...

Disclaimer- Although I own Jak and Daxter, JakII, Jak3, and JakX, I do not own any of these characters, they belong to NaughtyDog... I'd actually like to work there some day, but anyway goes on to the story

Actually, I just want to add this giggles I have a cat at home that likes to sit on my shoulder I always want to call him Daxter, but his name is Demon... But yeah, I just had to say that. goes back to the story

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Jak opened his eyes against the dim light inside the Underground hideout. He tried to sit up, but a horrible ache in his head made him lie back down.

"Torn?" he called.

"What?' came the annoyed reply of the older elf.

Jak smiled slightly to himself and rolled over, "I just wanted to know if you were here..."

"Why? Does it give you comfort that I have nothing better to do than to stand around here making sure you're all right?"

The younger elf nodded, but didn't give a spoken reply.

After a moment of silence, he heard Torn shift in his spot, "Do you have a hangover?" he asked.

Jak nodded again.

"Serves you right, you dumbass," Torn growled. "I'm making you work to pay off my drink."

Jak stretched out in the hard bed, "How much was it?'

"That isn't important!" Torn yelled. "What's important was that I wanted to drink it last night!"

"Baby."

"Shut up, Jak!"

Jak shut his mouth and looked over his shoulder at Torn, his eyes softening as the older elf rolled his eyes and turned his back to him.

It was silent for a long time and Jak closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep again. He was rudely awakened after a few seconds, it seemed, by a gun upgrade hitting his forehead, making his head pound and his headache return with a vengeance.

"Get your ass outta here and go to the Strip Mine," Torn growled.

"To do what?" Jak asked, sitting up straight even though his head commanded him to lie down.

"Just go," Torn said.

The hero got to his feet and put the gun upgrade in his pocket.

Torn looked down at the maps, trying hard to hide his blush. Last night, after Jak went unconcious, he took the liberty to dress the younger elf so that maybe he wouldn't remember taking them off in the first place... So far, it seemed to be working. Torn didn't mind doing it, either, because he let his mind wander to passionate dreams all night as he slept in the bunk bed next to Jak.

Jak straightened out his belt with an eyebrow raised, "That's weird..." he murmured.

Torn shot his head up as Jak removed his belt.

"What? What's weird?" Torn asked nervously.

"My belt's on inside-out..."

Torn felt his face heat up, "Maybe it just turned while you were sleeping."

Jak shook his head. He looked over at Torn, who had his head down so low that his forehead was pressed against the map on the table.

"Torn," Jak said, and the older elf looked up at him, a little bit of ink on his forehead from the damn desk.

"What?" Torn asked, trying to sound annoyed. It wasn't working, either. With Jak's belt off, his white-ish tan pants sagged down and hugged his hips in a delicious manner. The older elf just hoped that the pants wouldn't go down anymore than they already were, because he was already losing control.

"I remember last night," Jak said softly.

Torn closed his eyes tightly.

He flinched when he felt something on his cheek. He opened his eyes to realize that Jak had placed his hand there. Torn looked into Jak's eyes, and gulped at the hero's serious expression.

I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead...

Suddenly, Jak smiled and Torn's heart practically exploded in his chest.

"You dressed me," the young hero teased. "You did a bad job, though, Torn, my belt goes like this," he demonstrated.

"It's not my fault you were butt-ass naked on my lap!" Torn yelled, blushing brightly.

Jak smiled, "It's not my fault I like you..."

Torn forced a frown, but when Jak removed his belt again, the older elf blushed and smiled- he couldn't help it!

"Well, I'd better get to that mission," Jak fixed his belt right and took a step away from Torn, but he was stopped when the older elf grabbed the back of his shirt.

"You're not going anywhere. I came up with a better idea for you to pay me back..."

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I'm sorry for the short chapter/non M yaoi yet, but I'm not entirely in the moof for yaoi right now... Maybe if some ppls gave me some ideas I might get back into my groove... thinks Plz R&R