His eyes slowly opened, hang over kicking in shortly after. Daxter could barely remember what happened the night before. But he felt warm. And cushy... Which was odd... He was laid on something hard. Feeling with his hand, Daxter slowly moved his hands over a well chiseled object... Firm yet soft... It wasn't a statue... And it felt warm...

'Hold on...'

Opening his eyes, the Ottsel soon saw that he was curled up inside the shirt of his best friend. The very same friend who had made him...

"This... Can't... Be good..."

Squeezing out of the shirt, Daxter looked at the still sleeping male below him. He was at his home, so why would Jak be here? Did they do something!

"Hey! Wake up pervert!"

A quick tail slap over Jak's face worked wonders when waking him. Of course, this meant Daxter got launched off his chest and narrowly landed on the floor in one piece.

"what's goin' on! Are we being attacked!"

"No, you big goon! I'm asking you why the hell you had me in your shirt!"

Jak shot a puzzled look at his friend.

"What? You weren't in my shirt... You slept next to me and I stayed to keep an eye on you. You were drunk after all. Don't want you choking on your fur."

"Then how the hell did I end up in your shirt and why are you grinnin' so much!"

Jak patted his friend on the head and climbed out of the bed.

"Just cos... Today I was going to talk you for that dinner you wanted last night."

Dax's fur could've turned red from embarassment at that moment. Eyes open, jaw hanging, dumb look on his face...

"D-Dinner! When did this happen? Last night? I... Wha... Gah!"

Jak picked up his Ottsel buddy and carried him on his shoulder, holding him down tightly.

"You wanted to eat and I want you to like me again. I just want to apoligize for what I did and you said this would help..."

Daxter turned around, looking at the larger male, who was looking back. Their eyes catching eachothers gaze, Jak was the first to turn away. His face was flustered for the first time since he arrived in this place.

"Alright, alright... I ain't your damn princess. Let me stand on your shoulder."

Squirming back onto his feet, Jak and Daxter headed off to eat together. Little did Daxter know that this was just the beginning of first times.

"WELL! I am stuffed!"

Laid on Jak shoulder, Daxter picked at his teeth, belly bloated with the outragous amount of food he can eat. His eyes really aren't bigger then his belly. And his has big eyes...

"Good to hear buddy. So, you wanna head home or what?"

Jak was sat on the top of a hillside, the sky littered with stars as the dim light of nearby homes shone below them. Daxter hoped down to the floor and patted his friend's knee.

"Listen, Jak... About what happened... I'm sorry if I mad you feel bad... I know it wasn't your fault and I know you didn't know it happened..."

"Well, for what it's worth, I'm sorry too. I should've know I did something wrong. I'd just never seen you so happy. I thought you wanted me to carry on."

"Ha... Well... It was nice. But I'll leave the happy endings for myself and the ladies."

The two laughed softly over this. Daxter didn't have much luck with the ladies, but he was charming in his own stupid way.

"Any, Jak, why don't we-? W-WHOA!"

Stumbling over his own feet, Dax began falling backwards. Jak, in fear for his friend's well being, went to grab him. However, it wasn't easy to stop yourself falling downwards, so Jak's rescue became a roll downhill with the Ottsel. Thankfully, the two were unhurt when they came to a stop at the bottom of the hill. Well... Their pride was hurt due to the compromising position they were in.

The two opened their eyes, as if at the same time, to discover the same horrific scene. Jak and Dax had landed in the same position, head to head, toe to toe. But in doing so, they had been forced against eachother's lips, crushing them together into what would look like a very passionate kiss to any passes by.

Yet they just sat there, staring for a while, eyes frozen in place, looking into the other. Other's would assume in horror. Two male friends kissing. But for Jak, he saw confusion in Daxter's eyes. And for Daxter, he saw the same in Jak. Soon realizing that they had spent a good few minutes with their lips together, the two broke apart, spitting and gagging. The Ottsel shot a dirty look to his friend.

"H-Hey! Don't try to get fresh buddy! You touch me up and now you want it again!"

Jak scowled at his friend.

"You were the one kissing me! Besides, we wouldn't be like that if not for your stupidity!"

"I'm stupid! You know what? To hell with you! I'm going home! Good luck without me!"

Daxter stormed off, not seeing Jak's face show the slightest hint of pain. Growling, Jak headed off in the opposite direction. Daxter turned around to see his friend walk away. Raising a hand to his lips and brushing his fingers over them, Daxter thought about what had just happened. What had happened before... For the first time since he needed to save Jak from the prison in the city, Daxter needed to think long and hard about this. And he needed to think now.

Daxter was laided out in his bed. It had been several days since he left Jak alone. And each day, he had thought about what happened. When Jak had touched him... He felt so good having his body stroked like that. But he'd never felt that sensitive. Hell, he'd never felt so... Perfect. Even when his girlfriend touched him, it wasn't ever THAT good. And the kiss... Maybe Jak was just good at this stuff. But for that to be true, he'd need to be a natural. Jak never dated. Never got to date. Never had time. But just before he opened his eyes... Daxter felt loved. More then he felt from anyone else. And he missed it...

"Oh... Oh no... I can't be..."

But he was. Daxter covered his eyes and softly cried into his fur. He was in love with his best friend. Wrapping himself in his blanket, Daxter cried himself to sleep. But even his dreams haunted him. In his dreams, he and Jak were alone. They'd be laughing and joking. Then Jak would lean down, stroke his fur, and kiss him. Each time, the dream ended the same. Daxter would surrender to Jak and let him touch his body, Jak's hands so soft and tender as they ran over the Ottsel's body, touching places of him no one had ever touched. And all the while, Daxter was crying out his name. Each time, Daxter woke up after he had reached his peak in his dream. Each time, he'd need to wash his sheets. This time was no different.

Dragging the sheets over to the laundry bin, Daxter stuffed them inside. He couldn't stop thinking about him. But what was he going to do? What if Jak didn't like him back? What if he hated him? Worse still, what if Jak was already dead!

"I... I have to go see him... Go apoligize for what I said..."

Running to the door, Daxter threw on his googles. But as he was just about to open them, he was greeted by a familer face.

"Dax... I... I wanted to talk to you"

Daxter rubbed his paws together, tail flicking side to side.

"Yeah? Well... I-I want to... I wanna talk to you... Could you come in?"

Smiling softly, Jak walked past his friend, failing to notice he had practically melted over that smile. Closing the door, the fuzzy Ottsel sat on his bed and patted the space besides him. With the larger male sat down, Daxter played with his tail.

"Jak... I wanted to say I'm sorry... And... Something else..."

"Yeah. I wanted to say sorry too. But... What do you mean something else?"

"Well... I... I-I er... Oh boy..."

Scratching his head, Daxter had never felt more embarassed in his life. Looking up at Jak, he swore he could tell... He had to do something!

"J-Jak... You ever wonder... If you liked someone who was the same as you? You know... A-Another guy?"

Jak was taking back by this. Looking up at the ceiling, Jak laid back on the bed.

"I don't know if I've felt like that... H-Have you?"

Daxter's heart beat hard in his chest. It took every fibre of his being not to tear off Jak's pants. But what was he to say? Jak had just asked him if he liked another guy! Daxter was between a rock and a hard place... and he could only think of one solution. Diving onto his friend's chest, Daxter grabbed his shirt and placed his furry lips upon the larger male's...

Well, another chapter down and I personally feel it went better this time. A good chunk of words rather then single sentence brings me confidence. ^_^ Anyway, chapter 3 is under construction and on it's way real soon. Till then readers. 3