I do not own the Jak and Daxter franchise. I only wrote this for fun and non-profit purposes.
There is a homosexual relationship in the story. If this offends you please do not read. Though in this chapter it is only hinted at. I have not written before so my continuing this will depend on how I feel my skills measure out. Please do comment. I am not a naturally confident person so encouragement would be very much appreciated.
My thanks.
The door creaked loudly as it was opened slowly. Daxter jumped down from Jak's shoulder heading into the single room bachelor apartment. "Jeez, ever feel we're entering a horror film here Jackie boy. Honestly"
There was a low grunt for Jak's acknowledgment of Daxter's voice but he hadn't really heard what the ottsel had said. The twin sized bed in the corner of the room protested loudly when Jak fell atop it. Daxter shook his head hands on his hips. "What would you do without me."
Daxter went over to the door pushing it till it closed. He gave a swift kick with his foot making the cheap lock fall and land in place as always. He then went over to Jak's prone form and started undoing the bootstraps.
It took awhile but with a great heave that landed him nearly all the way across the small room he managed to get the boots off. The boots were left where they landed as Daxter bounded back onto the squeaky bed. Predictably it squeaked with the jump.
Daxter looked at Jak who was already passed out on his stomach. Daxter jumped up and down causing the bed to violently protest. "Roll over Jak."
He was grunting and sounded like a cranky teenager who wanted to sleep in. He finally flipped onto his back and Daxter started undoing more of the many, many belts. "Jeez, one day Jackie boy you're going to… guh really, err, have to... do this... yourself."
Five belts later Jak was officially beltless and that took all but nearly all the poor little ottsel's strength. Going to the pant line Daxter gripped the tucked in hem of Jak's shirt and started pulling it over the blonde's head. "Come on, lift. Even one arm would be a great help here."
That would be far too much to ask of Jak though. Shirt off and tossed onto cheap bedpost Gloves and goggles came next and were handled with more care then the rest of the discarded mess. Daxter always saved the hardest part for last. The damn skintight clingy pants of unremovable doom. He sighed heavily looking though he had to climb a mountain as he undid button and zipper and hoped back off the bed where Jak's legs dangled off the side.
Rubbing his hands together and doing a small stretch before grasping the bottom hems of the pants, Daxter braced his feet on the bed and heaved.
Maybe an inch. All his might. Half an inch. Twisting around so he was practically nose to nose with the dirty floor as he stood horizontally over it. Three good inches more. Daxter dropped the pants collapsing to the floor panting. "Just a little more and we're good. Jeez Jak, do you glue those on in the morning or what?"
Back on the bed he took the waist hem and managed to wiggle them off. "Okay that only took like two years of my life. New resolution, tomorrow you can undress yourself!"
There was a light snore as Jak shuffled further on the bed and onto his side. Daxter rolled his eyes shaking his head. "Who am I kidding. Alright big baby under the covers, least ya get a cold. If you get one I'll probably have one soon after.
Tucked in warm, relative safety and Daxter turned off the lights. There would be no waking Jak till either nightmares or morning. Daxter yawned heavily chest low to the ground and tail arching up over his head in a stretch. He needed some shuteye too. Unfortunately Jak was always so busy during the day that their dung heap of an apartment never got cleaned. Yet somehow always remained livable, and the reason for that was not the magical cleaning fairies but Daxter staying up a couple extra hours every night to make sure things were ready when they got up.
Only little things really. Check the food; see if they were running low on anything. Check Jak's guns; clean them out check for sand or anything else that might clog the sensitive weaponry. Wake Jak out of any nightmare. If the floor was getting rather brown clean it to show it's supposed to be white. Clean the cloths. Check the radio police radio for a quiet night. Get the coffee ready for Jak n the morning, pack the lunches.
Just little things.
He was exhausted; things were a lot easier when it was just himself he had to look after.
Daxter shook his head and gave himself a slap over the cheek for thinking that and wandered back over to the bed. He frowned as guilt clawed its nasty fingers through him as he saw Jak was having another nightmare.
"…n't touch me… go…"
Daxter got onto the bed gently, so softly even the rickety bed said nothing of his approach. His ears pinned back he looked at the tightened fists clinging childishly at the blankets though they could hide him from darkness. Eyes darting beneath closed lids, frantic movements of deeply rooted terror. Daxter went up to him, eyes closed he pushed his face against the underside of Jak's chin.
"It's okay buddy. Nothings gonna hurt you like that again. I'll keep you safe."
A callused hand snaked up and gripped his tail. It moved up roughing up Daxter's fur the wrong way as it did. The hand was so much larger the ottsel that when it found the skinny part between chest and hips it could nearly wrap completely around. "Dax."
Curling up tight against his friend Daxter dug his tail between the groove of Jak's chest and the bed. "It's me. Get some more sleep, still early."
There was a slight squeeze at his waist that didn't let up. Daxter used to find this comical, great hero to be scared of the dark. Now though, he realized the terror instilled in his friend was his fault, whatever put the fear in Jak, Daxter felt was his fault. His tiny hands pinned down his ears though he could physically block out the accusing voices that told the coward just how badly he failed.
Tears welling up he rubbed his eyes, not willing to cry. Nuzzling against Jak he wished to the precursors that at least there would be one day that Jak's pain would finally go away.