Showers

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Disclaimers: Owning Jak 2….would be fun….but I don't….so please don't kill me….

Warnings: Steam. Badly written citrusy stuff. Sorry, me no good at this, it makes me feel icky. But that's okay, 'cause I make the effort. More violence. Torn doing actual work. Also probably the longest, references to rape. Flame if you like. It gets cold here in winter, so it might end up a good thing. But please do not use flame throwers. Telling you now, PDAs are public displays of affection.

Ka-boom!

"What the hell!" Torn turned to the door to the Underground, just as it opened, admitting smoke, ash and Jak, looking slightly scorched.

"The zoomer exploded." Torn shook his head.

"Again? Where's the rodent." Jak flushed slightly.

"He told me to drop him off at the Hip Hog. He said he thought we would want some time." Torn shrugged, not big on PDAs.

"Whatever. No one else is in, you can go have a shower." Jak nodded his agreement, and headed off to the showers. Torn decided to go out and see the wreckage of the zoomer. Just as he emerged from the base, a Krimzon Guard disappeared around the corner. Torn swore, and ran after him, hoping to silence him before he could tell Praxis the Underground's location. Just as he rounded the corner, the guard climbed aboard the zoomer, about to talk into the radio, so Torn squeezed off a shot. The radio was rendered useless. However, now the guard knew he had been followed. He immediately jumped into his zoomer, intending to shoot back, or attract attention from others, to bring the entire guard down on his assailant. Torn dived out of the way, behind the wreckage of the crashed zoomer, then jumped over it onto another behind the guard, dislodging a civilian. He chased the guard across the city, before managing to shoot him down right outside the entrance to the sewers. Torn knew he had been lucky so far to avoid attention, but he would have to finish this soon. His opponent ran into the sewers, seeking refuge, but Torn followed without a second thought. He chased his adversary around the corner, and just managed to avoid falling face first into the gunk. A shot over his head almost sent him toppling, but he caught himself and returned fire. His answering bolt caught the guard in the chest, killing him instantly and knocking him forward into the gunge. Unfortunately, the resulting splash covered Torn. Swearing angrily, he stomped back to the Underground, glaring fiery death at anyone who approached him. There was, however, a good side to his gunky covering - he went unrecognized by many old guard comrades, who would now shoot him on sight. But that wasn't good enough to improve his mood. As he reentered the Underground, and stomped into the showers, he stopped. He had completely forgotten about Jak, but, as it turned out, he wasn't in the showers any more. Thanking any god that might listen, Torn stripped off, and stepped under the hot spray. A noise at the door made him turn. Jak was standing there, hair still wet, but fully dressed, a towel in his hands. His eyes were running over Torn's body, and within seconds, he was standing next to him, locking their lips in a kiss. Torn pulled back slightly, frowning at Jak.

"You sure you want to? I mean, you just got dressed…" Jak rolled his eyes, pulled his shirt off, tossed it to the side and jumped onto Torn, knocking him to the floor, laying on top of him.

"I think I can manage." He smiled as he felt something prick his thigh. "Besides, I don't think I could stop you now." Torn growled slightly, flipping them so Jak's newly wet body was beneath him.

"Damn right." He fumbled with Jak's pants as Jak arched his back slightly, pushing their bodies closer, and began kissing Torn's neck gently. Torn snarled slightly at him, and pulled his mouth back up into a furious kiss. Jak's hand ran over Torn's back, following the faint pattern of scars he found there. Finally, Torn managed to get Jak's pants free, and stroked the boy's already hard member. Jak moaned, and arched his body up into Torn's. Torn smirked, and decided to enjoy this while he could. He moved his head gently down, kissing a line down Jak's neck, and across the front of his stomach. Still, his hand stroked Jak, keeping him just on the brink, as his hands pushed against Torn's back, the slick floor, the wall, anything he could reach. Torn's mouth finally reached the level of his hands, and he moved them to hold Jak's hips down, as he slipped the boy's cock into his mouth. Jak moaned again, louder this time, and thrust his hands into Torn's dread locked hair. Torn smiled against his body, and sucked slightly. This time, Jak almost screamed, feeling the pressure building in him, and knew he was coming. He pulled urgently against Torn's hair, wanting him to let go, not wanting the older man to feel him come into his mouth. Torn just shook his head slightly, and sucked harder, causing Jak to gasp. He knew he was on the very edge now, and it was taking all his self-control not to just let it happen. He pulled against Torn's head again, and pushed his hips back in the same motion. He felt Torn's mouth release it's grip, and Torn looked up at him, saw the way Jak was sweating and moving, and figured the obvious. He slid his body slowly up against Jak's, until he was looking him in the eye again.

"What's wrong, love?" Jak growled slightly at him, and pulled his lips into a kiss. Torn smiled, and murmured against Jak's mouth.

"Stay still. This is gonna hurt." Jak laughed gently in response.

"Not likely." That jerked Torn from what he was prepared to do, and he pulled back, staring down at Jak.

"What do you mean?" Jak looked a little disappointed, but still answered.

"Erol was my guard in prison. He…" Torn swore ferociously.

"That son of a bitch! I will kill him!" Jak grabbed the sides of Torn's face, and looked him straight in the eye.

"No. I get first try. But for now…" He rubbed his hips up against Torn's body, rekindling the lost flame, and almost pushing Torn into him forcibly. Torn frowned slightly.

"I don't want to be like him." Jak rolled his eyes and pulled Torn down for another fiery kiss.

"You won't be. I want you to." Torn smiled slightly, reassured, and then frowned. Jak looked up at him, expectantly.

"What's wrong?" Torn pulled a face. Jak almost laughed.

"Roll over." Torn blinked down at him, surprised, and Jak pushed lightly against his chest.

"Come on. Move." Bewildered, Torn did as he was told. Jak rolled on top of him, and slid down his body. Suddenly Torn knew what he was doing.

In The Plothole:

Yum yum, yaoi soup. You know what goes well with yaoi soup?

Jak: What.

Lemonade. ; P