The statue exploded with an outstanding bang, followed by a few faltering smaller explosions. Tiny shards of rock bounced back and forth off the walls, and Jak felt really glad they'd all taken cover. The few larger chunks crashed and rolled across the floor; something that had once been part of Mar's head rolled to a stop almost at his feet. Before the smoke had even cleared, though, Jinx had swiped up the... whatever, that had been in the statue, and he and his crew were up and over the outflow stairs before Jak could even process what had happened. He took off after them, through the now-drained pipes. It wasn't like they were running from him, he told himself. They were just leaving after completing the mission. And incidentally being huge assholes about the whole thing, but that was only what he expected when dealing with anyone who did chores for Krew, himself included. They were clustered around the sewer entrance when he caught up to them, all of them waiting for the elevator platform to descend. The huge one was looking back into the sewers, probably keeping a lookout for any Metal Heads that had followed them, and he spotted him the second he turned the corner. "Jak!" He waved with one of his huge hands, like he wouldn't have seen them without it. "Heya!" Jak kept jogging closer, only really stopping when he was within a few feet of the group. "Hey," he said, and the big guy grinned like he's just given him a present. "Heya, Jakkie-boy," said the tall blond one. "Hope we didn't leave you in the dust back there." "What did you get out of the statue?" Jak said, taking a few threatening steps towards him. "Eh, what do you care? None of your business anyway, kid. Just another mission for Krew, yeah?" "Nevermind," Jak said and crossed his arms. What would have been an awkward silence was averted by the elevator platform finally reaching the bottom with a wheezing clatter. They all climbed up on it and after a second, it started ratcheting and clattering as it rose back up to ground level. "Ugh, I hate the sewers," the tall blond said, as if the break the silence. "Y'get used to how terrible it smells until you get some fresh air." He sniffed the air and made a face. "I'm gonna have to burn these clothes," said the shorter, dark-haired one. He flipped his modified guard helmet up, revealing his bearded face. "They're never gonna be the same," he said, and tugged his soaked pants away from his skin. The huge tall one seemed the least put out by the filth coating them, but that was probably just because he'd managed to avoid getting anything more than his boots dirty, Jak observed. Seeing him looking at him, the man grinned at him while he scratched his unruly moppy hair and proffered his other hand out for a shake. "Guess I should introduce m'self, 'cause you saved my life and all. My name's Mog," he said as Jak clasped his hand, thankful that neither of their hands had gotten submerged in sewer water. "Jak," he said. "But I guess you already knew that." "Yeah," Mog said with a grin. "But it's manners, y'know?" He nudged the short, dark-haired man with his elbow. "C'mon, don't be rude." The man rolled his eyes, and the blond audibly snorted, but they both stepped over to him and introduced themselves too. "Grim," said the short man. "M' Jinx," the tall blond said, "pleased to make your acquaintance." The elevator clunked to the top of the shaft just as he finished his introduction. The doors slid open, letting in the oily, rust-smelling air they'd only gotten whiffs of as the elevator ascended enter in, and letting them all fully tell just how awful they smelled. "Whoo!" Mog exclaimed. "That's absolutely foul!" "Hey, lemme tell you what," he said, slinging one arm around Jak's shoulder. "I owe you for saving us and all. My place is just around the corner, so how 'bout we clean up there and I get you a drink?" Jinx and Grim both frowned at that, but Jak really didn't see any problem with it— probably Mog didn't mean anything by it than the obvious, and if he did, well, he wasn't quite tall dark and handsome, but he was nice enough to look at. Plus, anything that looked like it'd sting those two seemed like a good idea to him. "Sure," he said, making sure to glare at Jinx as he said it. "All right!" Mog slapped him on the back, sending him stumbling a few steps forward. "Let's go, I'll show you the way." "Sounds like fun," Jinx said with a drawl. "Mind if I come along?" Mog actually turned around and put his hands on his hips. "Maybe if you'da been nicer to Jak I'dve invited you to," he said in the same casual drawl, but Jinx stopped in his tracks with a scowl. Grim rolled his eyes and yanked Jinx his way as Mog started walking again. "C'mon, let's go." Still scowling, Jinx let Grim pull him over. They started ambling off in another direction when he and Mog rounded a corner, cutting off his view. Jak's gaze snapped back up to Mog to find him looking down at him, kind of grinning. "I, uh, hope I didn't cause trouble for you," he said, and kind of meant it. "Nah, no problem. Jinx gets a little clingy and bitter sometimes, and we all gotta shoot him down or else he'd be insufferable. More insufferable." Mog amended, and then turned to one of the narrow industrial doors. "Anyway, here's the place." He tugged a heavy keyring out of his pocket and unlocked the door, then shouldered it open. Inside there was a short, dim hallway leading to a stairway, with one wall lined with rickety, broken mailboxes. Mog stepped inside and Jak followed, the door closing with a heavy thunk behind him. The ceiling was so low Mog's hair brushed against the single dim buzzing light above them, casting shadows in all directions. "Not much, but it's home," Mog said as he stomped up the stairs. "Y'know what I mean?" "Yeah, sure." Mog reached the top of the steps and moved down the upper hallway absentmindedly, Jak trailing behind him. He stopped at the fourth door down, key already in his hand. His apartment was in the same style as the entrance and the hallway: small, dingy, dark. The walls were off-white, and there was a single small window in the far wall that looked down on the busy street. "Shower's this way." Mog shoved open a door, revealing a dark windowless bathroom. "You wanna go first?" Jak thought briefly about being polite. "Yeah. Thanks." "No problem. Towels are in there," Mog said and shifted his weight back and forth. "Could'ya be quick? I don't wanna sit on anything and ruin it." "Yeah, no kidding," Jak said as he headed to the bathroom, already unhooking his armor. He let his clothes practically fall off him on his way to the shower, which was just a small, dimly-lit stall. He kicked off his pants and wrinkled his nose at the smell. There was no way he could wear all this, ever again. Or at least not until it'd been really thoroughly cleaned. Whatever, that could wait until after the shower. He tried to be quick, he really did, but his hair was all tangled up with whatever gross things had been in the sewer water and it took forever to wash out, and even then it felt all lank and stringy afterwards. He wondered, idly as he showered, just what was up between the three mercenaries. No one who worked for Krew in any capacity could ever be a good person, himself included, and who knew what he'd get tangled up in between them all. He shut off the water before the lukewarm heat could run out, at least, and toweled off with a threadbare towel hanging from a hook, carefully skirting his positively toxic pile of clothes on the ground. So now, it seemed, was the time to think about other clothes. Jak wrapped the towel around his waist and knotted the corners together in a lumpy ball as he stepped out of the bathroom, casting his head back and forth. "Yo, Mog? You got any spare clothes?" At the sound of his voice he heard a rustling noise from the other door of the apartment, and he walked over to it, wondering if he should open it up. Before he'd even finished deliberating, though, it had opened from the other side and he found himself facing Mog's huge muscled chest, still slimy and smelling like sewer. They both jerked back in surprise, evidently not expecting to find someone else on the other side of the door. "Ah! Jak! Didn't expect you there," Mog said, and grinned. He'd stripped down to his underwear, and they were thin and relatively light in color, and soaking wet besides. Jak really wanted to just stare at his hulking form, except the sewer slime was a definite turn-off, no matter how nicely huge Mog's body was beneath it. And he reeked. "I figured you'd need some spare clothes, but I don't think much of my stuff'd fit." Mog tossed a bundle of faded cloth at him that hit his chest and dropped down into his hands, and he still barely managed to catch them before they fell to the ground. He hadn't noticed Mog holding anything; he hadn't been looking at his hands. Now that he looked, though, he noted that he'd washed them off at some point, and that they were huge and broad and veined, and he really had to rip his eyes up to his face. "Thanks," Jak said after an awkward pause. "Shower's free." "Good," Mog said good-naturedly, and reached up to scratch the back of his head, revealing both his messy thatch of armpit hair and the huge blocky size of his biceps. Jak kind of staggered backwards to get out of Mog's way, and he lumbered off into the bathroom. Jak watched him go; his huge muscular ass flexed back and forth with each step, clearly visible through his practically see-through underwear. He was expecting him to just shut the door and turn on the shower, but Mog made a little noise and emerged again, carrying Jak's clothes. "Sorry about that," Jak said, after ripping his eyes away from the huge soft bulge of his dick. Mog just shrugged, an easy rolling of his shoulders, and walked past Jak again to drop his stained clothes somewhere in the dark of his room, probably with wherever he put his own clothes. Jak just kept staring dumbly at him the whole time, looking at the huge muscles of his back and his thick legs. When he finally shut the door to the bathroom, he idly wondered if he had time to jerk off before he got out, and then he realized that he still had the only towel wrapped around his waist. He shook his head ruefully, at least willing to let it lie until Mog got out of the shower; he hadn't been the only person staring, anyway. He let the towel drop and looked at the bundle of clothes Mog had given him— a white undershirt looking several sizes too big (and so small as to be past skin-tight on Mog, if he could even still get it on) and some sweatpants with a drawstring, way too wide and long. No underwear; the pair Mog had been wearing would have just slid off his hips, no matter that they'd been snug on Mog. He had to cuff up the pants several times before he could walk without tripping, and cinch the drawstring way tighter than it was designed to go, and even then they hung off his hips, fabric bunched weirdly along his waist. The shirt was a little more reasonably-sized, but it still felt like his shoulders were going to slide out of the neck. All that done, he stood around awkwardly for a second, staring around the room, before sitting back down on the broken-down couch. Mog was still in the shower, and it was all too-easy to think about what he'd look like, naked and soapy, his bushy hair all plastered down against his skin, his cock swinging back and forth as he soaped himself up. Jak slid his eyes back and forth between the bathroom door and the clock on the wall, (which was probably a few hours off) and slowly moved his hand to his cock, palming it through the thin fabric of the sweats. He was half-hard already, just from thinking about it, and he wondered if Mog was doing this too, slowly touching himself as he washed up, until his cock was rock hard and jutting out. He'd looked huge, in his underwear, and even though he knew that didn't mean anything he couldn't help but think he was just as huge when hard, a cock that jutted out, too large and heavy to pull itself up. It would be easy to get distracted, to soap up his hair and then to slide forward, cupping himself in one of his huge hands, and slowly stroke himself off until hard. Maybe he'd lost track of time, slowly jerking himself off, standing there until the water ran cold and made goosebumps prick up, his huge broad nipples pebbled up as he stood under the stream, lost as he stroked himself back and forth, his breath coming fast— Jak pulled his hand away regretfully right before he heard the shower shut off. He was obviously hard; the loose pants didn't hide the tent of his cock at all. Hopefully he'd go at least a little soft before Mog got out of the shower, except after that he'd be looking at Mog, naked and wet, and he probably wouldn't stay soft. Mog opened the bathroom door and Jak sat forward, angling his cock along the leg of his loose pants. "Couldja hand me the towel?" he asked, peeking his head and shoulders around the door. "Um. Yeah." Jak carried the towel in front of him nonchalantly and handed it to Mog, angling his hips so that he wasn't too obviously hard. "Thanks," Mog said with a grin, and didn't even bother shutting the bathroom door all the way as he started toweling himself off. Jak couldn't see anything, really, aside from a brief flash of his muscled back, and he didn't really want to lurk outside the door so he sat back down on the couch, his erection showing no sign of dying down. Mog finally emerged with the towel clutched around his waist. It wasn't a really big towel to begin with, and on Mog's huge frame it was completely indecent, only coming halfway down his thighs and gaping open at the end, like the slit of a dress. Jak tried not to stare too overtly at his thighs, muscled and dark with hair. Mog sidled over to his room and rustled around in the darkness for a long moment before emerging in some ragged pants, threadbare at the knees. He had an undershirt in one hand, and he pulled it on as Jak watched, the thin white fabric clearly showing the dark outlines of his nipples and even his thick chest hair through the thin fabric. Jak felt just about ready to jump Mog, no matter what came up. He was sitting in threadbare underclothes, and Mog was standing in front of him in equally ragged underclothes that were also skintight, and, fuck, he could see his stiff nipples through his shirt, and all his many muscles were outlined, and when Mog sat down next to him it took an awful lot of concentration to keep from just leaning over, pushing him flat, and straddling his huge chest. "So, uh, Jak," Mog started, his face flushed a little, and fuck, he could see Mog's cock twich in his pants, the thin, worn fabric there cupping around his thick, soft shaft. "You're one of Krew's runners, huh?" Oh, fuck this small talk, Jak thought. "Uh," he said, dumbly, staring at Mog's stubbled jaw. "Yeah. I do a few jobs here and there for him." Mog snorted. "Yeah, no kidding. You saved our lives down there, ten times over!" He leaned closer and slung one of his huge muscular arms around his shoulders, and Jak almost cheered, except then he said "Hey, so I feel bad for chasing off Jinx 'n Grim, and I owe you for savin' us all, so how about we all go out drinking?" Fuuuuuck, said Jak, in his head. "Sure," he said, out loud. Mog grinned at him, and Jak tried to look happy instead of like he'd just learned he was gonna spend the next few hours getting drunk instead of getting laid. Not that he objected to getting drunk, but... he stared at Mog as he got up from the couch, at the little strip of flesh between the hem of his shirt and the waist of his sagging pants, resting on his hips. He turned to look back at him and he could see the dark trail of hair up from his crotch, still visible even under his shirt. "I'll go get us some clothes— m' sure I've got something that'll fit you." Mog said, and Jak had to wrench up his head from staring at his stomach to nod. "Uh, yeah. Thanks." Mog disappeared to his bedroom again, and Jak wondered, again, if he had time to jerk off before he came back out. Probably not, but honestly even if Mog caught him at it the worst that would probably happen would they would make out and they'd fuck right there on the couch instead of going drinking. Still, he didn't touch his cock. He lolled his head back, mentally cursing. What if Mog just wasn't interested? Hell, he had to have realized he was staring at him all the time. What a cocktease. But Mog came out after a minute wearing an overshirt, with another crumple of fabric clutched in one hand. "It's not great, but I think it'll fit you — I think Jinx mighta left it here once." Jak held him expression steady as Mog let that out; he didn't really have any business knowing why exactly Jinx may have left his clothes here. Jak looked at the clothes; nothing special: a drab, worn pair of pants and an overshirt that looked like it would fit him, and then he looked up at Mog, who was staring down at him. "Oh!" he said, and flushed a little. "I guess you need a place to change." Jak nodded, and Mog moved out of the way. They bushed against each other, and Jak really wanted to throw everything down and shove up against Mog, but instead he stepped into the bathroom and changed. Still no underwear, but at least Jinx's pants were tight enough to hide his half-hard cock. They headed to a bar, some tiny hole-in-the-wall only a block from Mog's apartment. Jak mostly stared at Mog's ass on the way there, and he was half-hard the entire way there. He had to stop thinking mostly about how he wanted to fuck Mog or else the entire night was going to be one long cockblock by Mog's partners-in-crime, but no matter how he figured getting smashed at a dingy bar wouldn't be too exciting. It'd pass the night, at least. They stepped inside the completely nondescript building, and after his eyes adjusted to the dimmer reddish light he caught sight of Jinx and... the other guy already at the bar, looking generally surly and nursing drinks. "Hey!" Mog said, as usual just a little too loud, and Jak flinched away from him. "Didn't think you were gonna make it," Jinx said, rather snidely Jak thought, and Mog hugged him (Jinx had taken a shower and changed too, thankfully) with a bone-shattering, back-smacking hug that looked like it drove the breath from his lungs. "I wouldn't do that to you," Mog said, completely earnestly, and once again Jak got the feeling of things flying over his head. They all sidled away from the bar and into a booth, which was even darker and in worse condition. Mog and Jinx shoved into one side, leaving Jak on the inside, next to the one whose name he couldn't remember. "And you still have the kid with you," Jinx said, continuing, as they settled down. Mog frowned at him, and looked about to say something, but Jak beat him to it. "Hey, I saved your asses a dozen times back there; how about you lay off with the 'kid' shit," he said, glaring at Jinx. "Yeah, well, we could've dealt with it ourselves. And look, I don't know what kind of shit you get from our mutual employer, but only a suicidal crazy person goes charging into the Metal-Head-infested sewers as the only guard." Jinx glared right back at him, and he looked about to say more. "Would you cut it out?" Mog said, and he, for once, sounded kind of angry. "I can't believe he sent us down there," said the other one. What was his name? Jak was sure he'd been introduced. He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag, exhaling into the hazy air above them. "We're lucky to be alive." "He's planning something moronic," Jak said, sinking back into the shitty booth seat. "I doubt this is gonna be the last fucking dangerous thing he wants other people to do." The guy looked like he was going to say something in response, but then Jinx cut in. "We didn't come here to talk shop," he said, and Jak just rolled his eyes. Mog and Jinx started bickering at each other in low but thankfully not too hostile voices. "Don't mind Jinx," said — Grin? Greg? It was something like that, he was sure — "He's all worked up that we're gonna replace him with the newest model of psycho blonds with more firepower than they know what to do with." He snorted. "You're not much of a prize. But be nice or we'll kick you out on your ass." He took another long drag on his cigarette, giving Jak time to process (or fail to process) what he'd just said. "Though, thanks for watching our backs in the sewers; we'd've been dead and eaten by now otherwise." "Uh," Jak said. "Thanks." And then their drinks conveniently arrived, so Jak disengaged by taking a swallow. It was cheap and foul and alcoholic. Good enough. Jak settled back into his seat, [... (etc etc drinking adn jinx gets drunk and switches with grim)] Jinx listed against him, practically pinning Jak against the far wall of the booth. "Yer not half bad, pretty boy," he said, voice a little slurred as he pressed his lips against Jak's shoulder, mumbling. "Stuck up and angry, maybe," he said, and then trailed off. Jak was pretty glad he was drunk. Jinx struck him as hilarious — this whole situation was absurd — instead of intensely obnoxious, and he decided to just roll with it instead of punching Jinx in the face. Mog and Grim, sitting on the other side of the booth, shared a look and smirked before going back to staring at them, and Jak scowled back at them. Jinx threw an arm around Jak's shoulder and leaned his head against it, his ears skewing back against the headrest. "Maybe I misjudged you," Jinx said, "Only a little, since you're still awful." "Is he always like this drunk?" Jak asked Mog. "Sometimes he's louder," Mog said. Jak made a strained croaking noise as he tried to stifle an abrupt laugh. "Yeah, same to you, asshole." [...] Jinx's movements against him slowed as he stopped laughing, but if anything he pressed even closer. "Hey, pretty boy," Jinx said, his breath hot against Jak's ear, "How about this:" he said, listing towards him, tangling their hands together as he kissed him across the chin, and then when Jak didn't jerk away he kissed him again, lips moving up his face, his blond hair bobbing in front of his eyes. Jinx came level with him, and then with a quiet exhale they were kissing. Jinx tasted like booze, of course, and out of the corner of his eye he could see Mog and Grim just staring. Jinx pulled away, smirking, and Jak took a second to get his bearings. "You sure about this?" he said, wondering just how drunk Jinx was. None of them had drunk much, and the drink wasn't that strong, but... "Well, no," Jinx said, "but you seem okay enough. And you've been making eyes at Mog the entire night." Jak's eyebrows went up in surprise, and he half turned to see Mog's response. They were talking quietly, sure, but not thatquietly. Mog grinned at him, and Jak felt the tips of his ears turn red. "Oh," he said. Jinx made an incoherent exasperated noise and knocked shoulders with Jak again, kissing his throat, and then he shoved his hands up his shirt. Jak jerked back in surprise, but that just pulled Jinx on top of him, sprawled out against the booth wall. Jinx reached up across his stomach, digging his blunt fingernails into his chest before caching on his nipples, pinching and twisting them. Jak only just barely bit back a moan, his breath catching in his lungs. He looked over at Mog, who was overtly staring at them, watching Jak get steadily redder as Jinx kept it up. Something knocked against Jak's legs and he jerked back, before he realized it was Mog's leg. Mog slumped down in his seat, his leg pushing against Jak's, knocking between them and coming to rest solidly against his crotch. Mog slowly shifted his knee, pressing rhythmically against his trapped cock. He wasn't hard, but that sure changed quick. "Don't fuck right in the bar," Grim said, knocking him out of his reverie. "Let's get out of here before anyone loses any clothes." Jak just sat there, mind still catching up as Mog sighed and pulled back. Jinx followed a second later with a snort and a pout, and they were out of the booth and headed towards the door while Grim paid the tab before Jak managed to even stand up. [...] Jinx shoved past Grim and dragged Jak with him, and the very instant they were past the doorway he shoved Jak against a wall and kissed him, drawing it out long and showy. Jak dimly heard the door close. Jinx grabbed at his clothes, peeling off Jak's shirt and jerking the oversized undershirt of Mog's he was wearing underneath off his body in one motion, and then stooped lower, kissing across his neck and down his chest. Jak had just enough time to look up, gaze dazed and unfocused, and then Mog stepped up to him, grinning. "I guess you've been waiting for this," he said, quickly enough the words slurred together, and then leaned forward to kiss him too. Jak moaned into his mouth as they kissed, and Mog brought his body forward, pushing Jinx up against Jak's crotch. Jinx was busy; he undid the rest of Jak's clothes and dragged them down, caressing Jak's dick with the side of his face as he undid Mog's belt and jerked open his pants. He moaned, voice muffled between them, as Mog's cock flopped out, and Jak moaned too, grinding up against them, arms wrapped around Mog's broad back. "You're always so hasty," he heard Grim say, sounding amused. Jinx said something foul in response. He grabbed both their cocks and pressed them together as he lapped at them, Mog's rather gigantic length dwarfing Jak's cock. Fuck, Jak thought, he really was huge all over. Jak finally broke back from Mog's kiss, panting and flushed. Jinx's tongue lapped across the underside of his cockhead, and Jak sagged back against the wall. "Yeah, suck his cock," Mog said, looking down at Jinx's head bobbing up and down, and Jak heard himself whimper. "You're going to make his head explode," Grim said, abruptly next to Jak and also naked. Mog rolled his eyes. "So, we wanna fuck you," Grim said aside to Jak, like he hadn't noticed, "Looks like you'll do just fine." Mog pulled Grim up to kiss him, and while he was busy Jak grabbed his cock. He couldn't even wrap around the hugely thick shaft with one hand. It was hot and silky in his hand, smooth skin over a rock-hard core, and Jak stroked him slowly, staring at his blunt purple cockhead, his loose foreskin rolling back and forth under Jak's grip. Jinx slurped on his cock, loud and lewd, and Jak cursed under his breath. [...] Jak moaned with the tip of Jinx' cock in his mouth, stroking his shaft as Jinx rolled his hips back and forth, slowly fucking his mouth. He pulled back, though, and Jak almost whimpered as his firm, smooth cockhead pulled from his mouth, leaving behind just the low taste of salt. Jinx's cock was replaced almost instantly by Mog's lips; the huge man leaned down from where he was straddling him and pressed his lips against Jak's, kissing wetly, open-mouthed. Mog shifted further down, his muscled bulk settling heavy on top of him, solid and coarse with hair. Jak groaned, shoving up against him to grind his cock along the cut grooves of Mog's stomach. Jak pulled back just long enough to mumble "want you to fuck me," and Mog's breath hitched as they moved against each other. "'M pretty big," Mog said, like that was an objection. "I know," Jak said, punctuated with a short groan as his cock wedged between Mog's cock and inner thigh, fucking along the muscled channel there. "I've taken bigger, come on, fuck me," "Give the pretty boy what he wants," Jinx said, slowly tugging his cock, rubbing it across Mog's back as Grim fucked him. "You sure?" Mog said, looking down at Jak with worry visible in his eyes. "Yes," he hissed out, and then, [consolatory], "Go slow; I'll tell you if it's too much." Mog got up on his knees, sitting over Jak's legs, and his cock swung straight out from his body, the head red-purple and huge. Jak slid his hands across Mog's hairy thighs as he got a condom and bottle of lube from Grim, who'd gotten it from who-knew-where; who cared; Jak wasn't thinking of anything aside from how it would feel when Mog finally put that thing in him. Mog sat back, and the lack of touch as he rolled on the condom made Jak yearn for him to come back, his skin prickling when Mog had been touching him. But then his fingers probed against Jak's ass, slick with lube, and Jak shuddered all over and arched up into him with a hiss. "That's hot," Jinx said, voice muffled with Grim's hand loosely clasped across his face as he fucked him. Jak idly flipped him off, focusing only on the push of Mog's finger into him, slowly parting his flesh, stretching him out. Mog's thumb rubbed back and forth against his inner thigh, matting down the hair there with lube, and he slowly twisted his finger around, pushing another fingertip into him. Jak flexed his asshole, opening wide to push himself deeper on Mog's fingers, sliding himself down until he hit Mog's knuckles with a thump. "Come on, fuck me," Jak said, looking right at Mog's face. He had the same cheerfully concentrated expression on his face as when he was shooting down Metal Heads, but seeing it focused on him gave Jak a thrill in the pit of his stomach. "Okay," Mog said, and slowly slid his fingers out, replacing them with the tip of his cock. Fuck, he was big. The head nudged against Jak's ass for a moment before sliding up against his asshole. There was a fractional pause, then Mog pushed against him, Jak's ass opening up as the blunt, smooth head slipped past the ring of his asshole and inside him. Jak huffed out a breath. His fingers hadn't been anything compared to this. He exhaled slowly, letting himself relax as Mog tentatively pushed deeper, looking back and forth between Jak's face and his ass. Jinx was staring down across Jak's sprawled-out body, and Grim was hilted inside him, peering over his shoulder as he thrust into Jinx, watching them too. Mog moved inside him and Jak's eyes flitted right back to him, watching as he bit his lip in concentration as he eased himself further inside. Jak let out a groan, tonguing across the underside of Jinx's dick as Mog's cock eased against his prostate, sending sparks through his entire body. His own cock was still hard, slowly softening as Mog pushed inside him, but then Mog reached out and enveloped his cock with one huge hand, idly stroking it as he rocked deeper, a fraction more forcefully. Jak groaned again, the sound a long exhale as Mog slid deeper before jerking back and starting to fuck him with most of his cock, sliding back and forth. He rammed his cock hard against Jak's prostate with each thrust in, stroking him in time, and it wasn't long before Jak had his hands clutched around Jinx's thighs, grunting as Mog thrust into him. "Harder," Jak panted, wanting Mog to hilt inside him, wanting to take the full force of his thrusts. "I can take it," he said, at Mog's hesitant expression. "I'm not fragile." Mog traced his free hand across Jak's hip, over just one of the countless scars over his body, a rough raised welt in a savage curve across his side. Jak scowled. But Mog lifted up his head to look at Jak's face again. "Okay, okay," he said easily thrusting in again and then pushing fractionally deeper, his massive cock probing further inside his ass. Jak groaned, clenching his asshole, loving the smooth, thick slide of Mog's cock pushing inside him. Mog finally hilted with a minute jolt, his cock pushing right up against the very base of his ass, and Jak let him hold that way for a moment, licking across Jinx's cockhead, before he pushed back against Mog. "Fuck me!" His voice was muffled, lips stretched around Jinx's cock, the head dimpling his cheek, but Mog heard him clear enough. He slid back, and then ever-so-gently rocked forward, hitting Jak's ass with his thighs and rocking him forward into Jinx's cock. Jak moaned, and Jinx cursed lowly, weaving his fingers through Jak's long hair, tugging his head further down his cock. Jak was all too eager to take it deeper, sliding down all the way, relaxing his throat until his lips were spread around the very base, a low hum vibrating against Jinx's cockhead. "You're awfully good at this, babe," Jinx said, sliding a hand over Jak's cheek, angling his head up, mouth stuffed with his cock. Jak blinked, seeming for an instant to be far too innocent to be in the middle of a foursome, spit-roasted between two cocks. Then he furrowed his brow, the hum in his throat rising to a growl as he shook off Jinx's hand and pulled back, gasping a breath around his cockhead before slopping bobbing over his cock, tongue weaving around his cockhead. Jak kept shoving himself back onto Mog's cock, the hugeness of it no deterrant; with each thrust he practically flung himself back, hilting it in him with as much force as he could muster, his little whimpers and groans lost against Jinx's cock. Mog grinned down at him, grabbing Jak's ass and slamming forward, Jak practically headbutting Jinx's stomach as his entire body rocked forward, and even the cock in his mouth couldn't muffle the loud, sloppy groan he made, reaching back not to steady himself or guide Mog but just to tug at his own cock, half-hard and slowly dripping precome like Mog was forcing it out of him with each thrust. Mog slammed into him again and Jak practically writhed between them, pulling off Jinx's cock to gasp "Fuck, harder!", his ass flushed and red like he was being spanked with each heavy, rocking thrust of Mog's into him, his ass tight and clenching around his massive cock. [...] Mog absolutely hammered his ass, sharp cracks ringing with each thrust as Jak's thin body rocked and shuddered under the force of it, dark bruises forming around Mog's hands where he was grabbing Jak's waist. Jak was whimpering and practically crying, loud moans bursting forth around Jinx's cock as Mog hammered him, his cock rock hard and flushed red like it was going to explode, a solid string of precome hanging from the tip, swinging back and forth with each thrust. Jinx tipped to the side, Grim behind him following, both twisting around to lie beside Jak on the bed, knocking aside his hand on his cock and replacing it with his mouth, Grim nuzzling up against the base of his cock, tongue across his balls, and Jak keened, his entire body shuddering and spasming as he came, come rocketing out of his cock and splashing over most of Jinx's body, blobs shooting over Grim's side and back, darkening the bed sheets as Jak convulsed, spraying come in long bursts [...] Jak woke up at some god-awful hour of the morning, dim and tired still, and was only awake enough to be aware of the tangle of limbs he was in; Mog's heavy weight against his back, Jinx tucked against his chest, nestled between him and Grim. He fell back asleep. When he woke up next, it was a lot brighter and the room was full of noise, the soft clatter of people trying to be quiet. Mog was still asleep as well, his huge arms lazily curled around Jak's chest, and so Jak stayed there for a while, half-awake. But eventually Grim and Jinx got louder and Mog snorted, shifting, and Jak sat up with him. "Mornin'," said Jinx, and he was bleary-eyed and haggard looking, still. "Coffee?" "Yeah," Jak said, voice rusty, and Mog make a rumble of assent in his chest; they were still close enough for him to feel it. He winced as he stood; his ass ached. Jinx and Grim at least looked presentable; he and Mog were naked and streaked with crusted fluids. Jak's hair felt ridiculous. But Jinx and Grim were both pretty obviously checking him out, so at least there was still that. [ AND THEN THEY HAVE A FOURSOME they all fall asleep in a big heap, and jak wakes up between mog and jinx, with one of mog's huge arms around both of them. his mouth is fuzzy and his hair is all mussed up, and they all get up and brush their teeth and wash up and jak is kind of surly up until jinx abruptly pushes him down and gets on his knees and sucks him off, and then mog is like, well, i'd fuck you but i'd probably hurt you, so why do you fuck me? and while he's doing that, grim slides up behind him and is like "so, i'm going to fuck you," and jak is just like "i am completely fine with that" and then afterwards when he's come and he's sprawled out on the ground again, jinx jerks off over him and gives him a facial and then makes out with him more. and then mog's like, well, your clothes are still at my place, so we should go and pick them up before you go, and jak's like um, okay. and he kisses jinx and grim goodbye and leaves with mog in yet another person's ill-fitting clothes and ends up at mog's place and begging for mog to fuck him. "I've seen your dick," he says, "I've taken bigger." and mog gets kind of wide-eyed and is like ...okay. and they make out and mog fucks him and then jak gets up with his ass and thighs all sore and gets into his clothes and makes out with mog for a few minutes and then he's like "well, look, i really gotta go, so, um, i'll see you around." and mog is like "yeah :D i'll see you, thanks for everything" and then jak leaves! Jak walks back to the underground hideout, enjoying the walk across the city much more than usual, and Daxter is there and he's like WELL I GUESS YOU GOT LUCKY LAST NIGHT and jak is like, yeah, like you wouldn't believe. THE END!!! ] "Those sewers are rancid, ain't they," said one of the thugs-- Jak hadn't bothered to remember their names. The heavy doors slid shut behind them, and the slight stirring of the air gave Jak precisely enough fresh air to smell the sewer water all over again. Jak just grunted in response, but the man slapped him on the back anyway wrapping his sweaty arm across his shoulders, laughing like he'd said something amusing. "No worries, mate," he said as the elevator began its ascent to street level. "We'll all get cleaned up soon, eh?" That made the one in the corner, the huge one, pipe up. "Uhhh, hey Jak," he said slowly, waiting until he looked at him to continue. "We go out drinking after a job, but d'you wanna come with?" he asked. The sarcastic blond one chuckled meanly, and the final one-- short, mustachioed, wore cast-off Krimson Guard armor-- groaned. "I'm sure Jakkey-boy here would love to, yeah?" said the blond, smirking over at him. "But we're all too filthy to set foot in a bar the way we are right now, eh?" he said, lurching forward a little as the elevator halted. The door in front of them all twisted around, unlocking to let in a blast of hot summer air, smelling like hot metal and oil and overpowering, somewhat, the dank, organic smell they all carried with them. It was late in the day, sky turning pink and purple above them, the sun already set behind the horizon. The city was alive as ever, and hopefully everyone was too busy to notice the four of them-- five, if they included Daxter-- trek up the slope, away from the sewer entrance hatch. "...My place is close, we could all shower there," said the short one, sounding like it had been forced out of him. "Uh, thanks fella, but I got other place to be," Jak started, the loud, sarcastic blond one chuckling again. The huge, tall guy looked shocked and appalled, though. "No, Jak, you saved our lives down there! We gotta replay you!" he cried out, sounding seriously distraught at the idea of Jak leaving. Jak glanced over at Daxter, on his shoulder place, who looked back with a confused expression and a shrug. "Well, I guess..." Jak said, following up with a hasty "as long as we don't go to Krew's place." The blond laughed again at that. "No way, Jakky-- we never /drink/ at that place."