You're Doing it Wrong.

HK: Hello and welcome to The Plothole! Here I manipulate the fabric of boredom, annoy many people, especially homophobes and bishis, and write my fics. Like this one…

Disclaimer: If I owned Jak 2, Kiera would mysteriously die, Ashelin would randomly wander off, Torn would admit his undying love for Jak, and vice versa, and there would be some freakin' fanservice! For girls! We need shirtless bishis. Do you see any of that happening?

Warnings: Yaoi. Duh. Random insanity. Double duh. Slight pain and foul language. Once. If you flame, I will roast you over your flame, especially if you flame about one of the warnings here. If you don't like, don't read. I hate people who do that. O Great And Powerful Homophobe, you know who you are, Flamer of the Outtakes, do me a favor. Don't read this.

Whack
"Dammit!" Torn glared, and sat up, rubbing his sore butt. A fall from the bottom bunk shouldn't hurt this much!
"You're doing it wrong." Torn glared some more as the owner of the sleep-blurred voice poked his green head over the edge of the top bed.
"Yeah? How. You can't fall off a bed 'wrong', idiot." Jak just smiled, apparently still half-asleep.
"You got to fall so it doesn't hurt."
"And how am I supposed to do that? With fairy dust?" Torn doesn't like mornings. Or being woken up. Jak just smiled.
"No. You do it like this." Before Torn could move to stop him, Jak rolled off the edge of the bed, twisted his body a little and landed almost like a cat.
"See?" Torn stared for a second, then looked interested.
"How do you do that?" Jak shrugged.
"Easy. You have to fall slower."
"Fairy dust again?"
"No, you have to twist." Even though it wasn't an answer, it still made perfect sense to Torn.
"I wanna try." He heaved himself up onto his own bed, and tried to mimic the move Jak made. To his surprise, even though he didn't land as gracefully as Jak, it didn't hurt. At least, it didn't hurt as much. Jak grinned.
"See?" Torn was amazed. He climbed up into Jak's bed, and fell off. This time he landed on his feet. He was sitting on them, but still. He got up to get back into bed, pain forgotten. Then he saw that Jak was in his bed.
"What are you doing?" Jak shrugged.
"You got into mine. I'm tired." What Jak really wanted to tell Torn was that he felt…different, whenever the commander was around. Lighter…more at peace than the death of Praxis or Erol could ever have. He felt…better, as though things were the way they used to be, before those two years. Jak wanted to tell Torn all this, but knew he wouldn't understand most of it. So he could summarize it into 3 words. I. Love. You. Jak opened his mouth to speak, but then Daxter jumped off the edge of his old bed.
"We switching spots? Cool!" Both Torn and Jak glared at the ottsel, then Jak sighed. Torn would probably just push him away anyway. There was no way he could love him in return.

In The Plothole:
HK: Hello, I'm writing this. Worlds biggest JakxTorn fan here! How do you think this will end? And I stole the thing about lightness and peace from Inu Yasha. Bite me.
Inu Yasha: (bares fangs)
HK: Eep!