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[dragonconqueror]

Wait *what*?

[What did he get himself into.]

[ No answer. Chuckling at the text, he gets what he needs and turns up on Hiccup's door a few hours later. Jack wears black jeans and his scuffed blue sneakers, along with his favorite hoodie, and with a rucksack on his back he looks distinctly normal. Probably because he hasn't donned the gear in his bag yet. If he's allowed to stay, then he'll put it on, but a walk of dragonish shame isn't what he wants.

Freshly showered, shaved and washed, he bobs on his heels as he waits anxiously for his teacher to open the door after knocking, tongue rubbing the roof of his mouth.

Just stay cool ... ]

[It's not the first time since making the arrangements that he asks himself what the hell he's doing. Asking a student out on a date is one thing, but he knows Jack is a troublemaker. Although he keeps telling himself that the younger man is kinda hot. Chinese takeout was ordered and is sitting on the table when the door is knocked on.

Smoothing his hair back, he checks himself out in the vanity near the doorway just before he opens it, reaching up to rub the back of his neck as he greets Jack.]

Uh, hey.

Hi. [ His smile blooms immediately and he decides to throw caution to the winds, reaching up to slide a hand immediately around the back of Hiccup's neck; without missing a beat, Jack rises up and in to peck him on the lips, short and bold with a cheeky grin. ] Mmm, it smells good in here. You ordered already? Good, I'm starving.

[ Slipping around his host, he dumps his bag on a chair and starts ferreting through the take-out boxes without an ounce of shyness; none that he allows Hiccup to know about, anyway. He's on cloud nine, confident and unstoppable as a winter storm. ]

Awesome, I love lo mein.

[The peck takes him completely by surprise. It's not the first time he's been kissed, but the forwardness is...odd, to say the least. At least to him. Hiccup tries not to jerk his head back, turning as he watched Jack make himself at home. With a raised eyebrow and a shrug, he shuts the door, fixing his collar as he walked back into the room.]

Good. I wasn't sure what to order so I got a bit of everything.

[ He doesn't want to dither about the point; that he wants him, completely and utterly. Jack isn't one to fuss over their first kiss, their first touches and anything else, he just feels a fiery longing, a magnetism to be as close to Hiccup as he can and until told to stop, he can't.

He looks up from where he's sitting on the couch, munching through a carton with chopsticks. his expression, that of a lovestruck, crushing teenager, is strengthened in sincerity by the glee in bright blue eyes. ]

I like anything and everything, I never usually eat this stuff because it's expensive. Ramen from the store is the name of the game, y'know? But this is delicious, so ... Thank you. [ He nibbles on an egg roll. ] Uh, and thanks for the date. I thought you'd tell me off about the dragon on your lawn.

[He's seen that look on a few other teenagers...himself included, back when he was younger. Hiccup picks up another carton and pair of chopsticks, joining his student on the couch. Feeling a bit odd, he crosses one leg over the other, relaxing against the back of the sofa and trying not to look too nervous about anything.]

It's not like a teacher's salary is any better, but you're welcome.

[The comment about the dragon makes him laugh a little.]

Well, I do love my dragons.

[ Jack decides that if he's going to be up in Hiccup's face, he might as well do it properly. ]

I'm starting to feel pretty fondly about them myself.

[ He might be younger and slightly shorter than Hiccup, but fully grown as Jack is it's not difficult thing to give a crossed knee a push, clasp a shoulder for balance and swing his leg across a lap. He seats himself on Hiccup's thighs, straddling him as he continues to dig into his carton.

That's right, just stay there. No big deal. ]

We have legends about them back home in Nor...

[He's interrupted by Jack climbing onto his lap, his voice struggling in his throat as he finds his thighs occupied by a college student. Hiccup holds his carton and chopsticks out to the sides a little, but then raises an eyebrow and gets back to eating.]

[ Pleased he's being allowed to keep his seat, his eyes light up with interest. ]

In Norway, right? That's where you come from, your accent's really noticeable when you try and sound American. It's adorable. [ He picks up a bit of noodle and veg, offering it to a pair of lips. ] Try this, it's amazing.

So, what kind of legends are they? About dragons.

[Hiccup's figured out by now he can either be wired out by Jack's forwardness or roll with it, and he's choosing to do the latter honestly. He did it enough in class, what difference would it make? He does try to go back to the conversation though.]

I didn't think my accent was that... [Oh. Okay. Hiccup takes the offered food, chewing it and swallowing before answering that question.] Well, my village has been around for a long time so we have all sorts of legends. A common one is that the house pets we have now are descended from dragons our ancestors tamed.

Trust me, its noticeable.

[ It is to Jack, anyway, who spends most of his time in class gazing up dreamily as he imagines fucking Hiccup on the teacher's own desk. He munches his food, leaning lithely backwards to grab a drink off the table with his thighs clamped around Hiccup's side to pull him back up, no hands needed. Did he mention he was flexible? He sort of has now, after exposing a slice of pale abdomen and happy trail before his hoodie slips back down.

Village. He's so cute. ]

Do you believe it, country boy?

Huh.

[He reaches up to rub his chopsticks hand over his jaw and mouth, moving his lips like he's going to speak but he doesn't. He feels those thighs clamp around him, and it shows in a particular place, which makes Hiccup's face turn red. What on earth had he gotten himself into, really? His gaze slips down when he sees that exposed length of pale abdomen, before he quickly glances back at his food.]

Me? Ever since I was a kid. I used to dream about shooting down one of my own and taking my place in the village that way.

That sounds kind of harsh for someone who claims to love dragons.

[ He scoots closer so his knees are digging into the back of the cushioning, and Jack rests an arm around Hiccup's neck as he leans in. Kisses brush along a jawline, idle and slow. ]

Nothing exciting like that goes on in the town I'm from. No legends, no nothing. [ Pausing, he snorts. ] Not since I was eighteen and stirred things up by dying there, anyway. Obviously I came back, but y'know. Local news.

[ Mmm, his neck taste so good ... ]

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[dragonconqueror]

Well, it's how people in my village used to become adults, supposedly, so...wait what?!

[The kisses to his jawline are nice and all but the comment about dying makes Hiccup turn his head to look at Jack with wide eyes. It takes him a minute or two to think that maybe Jack just means he came back after only being dead for a couple of minutes, like some people do, but for someone who believed in the occult and supernatural, it was more than just a little weird.]

You...you died??

[icy]

Only for a minute. [ Jarred by the sudden shift of attention, he sits back and plucks at one of the egg rolls, settling on his haunches unable to really avoid the subject now Hiccup is captivated. ] I, uh. I fell through some ice over a lake, they had to revive me. It turns out the shock triggered an auto-immune disease I have called alopecia areata, more of a subtype of the condition that reacts to stress. You're fine, by the way! It's not something contagious, in case you're worried.

[ Jack tweaks his locks, fluffy on his head. ]

Overnight, it turned my hair first grey and then white. It causes your hair to go through a depigmentation process, some of the brown just fell out while I was in hospital and we had to get one of those hand-held vaccums, the fun ones. It all grew back, though.

[ Anyway. Sucking his fingers clean, he shrugs. ]

My hair actually has pigment now, you can see it in my eyebrows, but mostly it can't support the genetics for it. [ He gives him a poke on the chest. ] What am I, huh? Go Google it later.

[dragonconqueror]

[Oh. So it had been only one of those minute or two situations. He visibly relaxes, but it's not about whether or not Jack's condition was contagious. Hiccup places his chopsticks into his container and puts a hand on Jack's hip, brow furrowing slightly. While Jack seems to have gotten over it, it's still concerning to him.]

Wow, that's...that's amazing that you survived that.

[Hiccup blinks to himself then chuckles.]

For a moment there I thought you were Jokul Frosti.

[icy]

[ He laughs at that, tugging his phone out of his pocket to skip through a couple of images. ]

Not quite, although 'Jackson Overland Frost' isn't far off. [ Hiccup's hand on his hip is encouraging, so he shows him the pictures. ] I also went through an early depigmentation of my eyes. The doctors said the iris color can lighten if the number of pigment granules in the stroma decreases, which is also a stress thing. Genetics, whatever. I'm kind of a mixed bag.

I used to have brown eyes like the rest of my family, see? They got brighter over a few months, they took longer than the hair. Everything sort of ... fanned out after the accident.

[dragonconqueror]

Jeez...and I thought being in a coma for two months after a motorcycle accident was bad.

[He's not trying to belittle Jack's own accident, not in any way, but if they're going to compare war stories, he might as well tell his student a little bit about himself. Hiccup sets his Chinese takeout onto the table in front of them, then reaches up to tug at Jack's hair.]

I think I like the white better.

[icy]

I'm glad you got better. Obviously. I wouldn't be in your lap if I ... Never mind.

[ Babbling becomes a problem enough that Jack flips to some old photos. ]

Check it out! Me and you could've passed for brothers at one point.

[dragonconqueror]

Well, missing a leg never hurt anyone much.

[He nestles his chin on Jack's shoulder, looking at the photo, and he can't help but raise an eyebrow.]

Wow. The only thing different would've been your eyes.

[icy]

[ The chin on his shoulder makes his stomach turn to nothing, the writhing, nervous snakes of moments ago evaporating with a contentment he hasn't experienced before. Not ever. ]

Your eyes are nicer. [ He keeps scrolling through old photos just so he can enjoy the closeness a little longer, daring to use his free hand to brush the hairs on the nape of Hiccup's neck. ] Did you struggle much, when you lost your foot?

[ There's none of his usual flippancy to the question, even when cool lips place a kiss on the height of a cheekbone. ]

[dragonconqueror]

[His eyes close at the brush of fingers along the nape of his neck, pressing his nose against a throat. Was he really going to allow himself to indulge in this? All signs pointed to yes. His thumb circled the height of a hip bone poking out over jeans and under a slightly lifted hoodie, inclining his head with a small shrug at the question.]

A few months of therapy, that's about it. I was more concerned about the cat I nearly ran over. Mom runs a sanctuary for injured animals, so she nursed it back to health. I only damaged his tail with the edge of my tyre.

[icy]

You're so sweet, does anyone ever tell you that?

[ Not many people would care about running over a cat, or almost. Jack would. It's endearing to hear Hiccup thought more about the feline that only lost a tail than his own limb, and it makes him drop the phone to run his fingers up a chest and into thick auburn hair, kissing along a cheek toward those lips. Quieter, feeling the heat more keenly indoors with his hoodie still on, he shifts his hips needlessly and sincerely confesses. ]

I really like you. Sir.

[ Probably shouldn't be disrespectful, or something. The 'sir' is tacked on as an afterthought. ]

[dragonconqueror]

Once or twice.

[Said cat became his therapy animal, who he later dubbed Toothless. He took after his mother more than his father, that much was obvious to anyone who met his family. His lashes flutter at the fingers crawling up his chest and into his hair, his free hand sliding to cup the small of Jack's back, nails drawing along the skin underneath the hoodie as he does so.]

You don't have to call me Sir here, you know.

[Bah. Who cares about disrespectfulness.]

[icy]

[ A soft noise ekes out of him when he feels nails on his skin, hips buckling of their own volition. He soon catches the quaver and rocks down slightly just to ease the ache of a slow-burn attraction, praying there's not going to be any quick changes of heart once he's hard. And he will get hard, Jack believes in nothing right now so much as that. ]

Is ... What's your real name? [ He looks uncertain whether he should ask, not wanting to offend but having what feels like very good cause to check. ] People call you Hiccup, but is that ... ? It's fine if it is, it's kind of cute. Sorry, I keep saying that about you.

[dragonconqueror]

Hiksti.

[The runt's name. It had always been a slightly shameful thing to him when he was growing up, was shameful to the others in his village. He didn't really care much anymore but it was still a slight sore spot when he thought too hard about it. Hiccup buries his nose in the crook of Jack's neck, a small noise being drawn from the back of his throat at the downward rock, hips canting up in response. He lips the skin of Jack's throat, hand dropping to run along a thigh.]

Hiccup is the literal translation, so I figured it was easier to get people to call me that here.

[icy]

[ He's been good and well-behaved, even by his own standards, for half of class. Sitting at the back near a corner in a tshirt proclaiming EAT ME, in the tight brown jeans he knows cling to him from ankle to ass like a second-skin, Jack even gets a portion of the lecture typing up while sitting on a dildo. Hiccup's idea originally even if he doesn't know it's currently being put to use, his brilliant Hiccup, with a mold cast from the teacher's erection (and hadn't that been the funniest five minutes of Jack's entire life to date); the buttplug is long and thick, and Jack has had to wear his biggest satchel with a bunch of books in it to explain his awkward limp.

"My back's killing me from that thing, can you believe how many fucking textbooks we're given?"

His friends commiserate, but they largely ignore his whining because it's a Monday; a boring, grey, Work Comes First, The Weekend Is Over sort of atmosphere. Which is, coincidentally, why he picked today for this ... ]

Mister Haddock? [ Having spent ten minutes sorting through the stuffed electronics cupboard, he pokes his head out to give Hiccup a practically disinterested glance; he's hard already, was getting hard sitting there doing nothing, but now he wants him so badly that he's aching against the zipper on his jeans and Why shouldn't I have him? I don't have to wait until the end of class, he's all mine. ] I can't find that extra USB chip, could you give me a hand?

[dragonconqueror]

[As far as Hiccup is aware, it's just a normal Monday in class. His reading glasses sit on the bridge of his nose, a dark green button up covering his torso and dark jeans hugging his hips as he explains things, marking extra bits and pieces on the white board his power point is being screened on. Now that he was fully aware of what his students thought of him, he could see the looks on their faces even as he continued the lecture, the way their eyes roamed like he was on display. He felt self conscious about it, but he could hardly do anything without exposing something about his relationship with one of them.

Jackson Overland Frost was a minx, as far as he was concerned, and Hiccup knew it personally. Just the other day he'd been balls deep inside the younger man's ass, watching the way he twisted and moaned whorishly. The second the boy walked into his class in those brown jeans, Hiccup had never been grateful enough that Jack sat in the back corner of his class, harsh as it may sound. He didn't need that kind of a distraction.

Until just now.

For a moment, he considers sending one of the other students in to help. They've talked about this sort of scenario, and knowing what Jack does in the corner makes a lightbulb go off in Hiccup's head that he's not, in fact, looking for a USB chip. And then he considers again just to be cruel, but he sighs and walks over to the storage cupboard, rolling his sleeves up.]

Continue on, class. [With that said, he slips inside, closing the door behind him as is the rule and loudly proclaiming;] They're in the upper right corner at the back further in. Or they were last time I saw them.

[Quieter, he slips into the space between Jack and the other shelves, one hand wrapping around a hip and pulling the younger man into a deep kiss.]

[icy]

[ A grin flashes the second the door closes, and he's reaching for fistfuls of Hiccup's green button-up to drag him into the very same kiss as soon as the opportunity presents itself. Jack lets him feel the sigh of relief, tugging hips closer to rock his hard-on over the soft line of his lover's through jeans, and ekes out a series of barely-there gasps just for Hiccup's benefit.

Hands and lips and tongues crash together in the small space cleared against the wall in between the boxes, able to brace his shoulders and rut against him firmly from the off. ]

I need you. Right now.

[dragonconqueror]

[So much for being discreet, he thinks to himself as he indulges in the kiss, responding in kind as his fingers trailed up along a leg and slipped under a shirt to splay themselves against Jack's torso. He's starting to get hard the longer they kiss, responding to the rutting with his own bucks. Hiccup trails his mouth down one side and along Jack's delectable neck, nipping at the skin there and groaning softly.]

We're in the middle of class.

[Not that that sounds like a protest, mind, especially since his fingers are already undoing the zip and button combo on Jack's jeans.]

[icy]

I know. [ Laughing through a whisper, he drags one of Hiccup's hand around the loosened jeans and guides long fingers to the base of plastic wedged between his cheeks, moaning silently after biting his lip. In a shaky voice, laving a lower lip, Jack murmurs, ] That's why I got myself ready for you.

[ No fuss, no muss. ]

[dragonconqueror]

[His breath hitches as his fingers feel the outlining of the toy sitting in his boyfriend's ass, his dick straining against his pants. Hiccup's mouth closes around Jack's again, swallowing any noises that he makes as his fingers start pushing brown jeans down, just so that they rest above Jack's knees. There's no sense in getting fully naked while class is in session.

Gently, he coaxes Jack to turn around and face the wall of storage boxes, kneeling so he can examine it himself as he takes careful hold of the dildo.]

Bite your hand or stuff your shirt into your mouth.

[The command is soft, and he tugs without warning, pulling the length of the toy out of his lover and it takes him a second to realize which one it is. There's a bit of shock on his face before he shakes his head and pulls it out completely, leaning forward to kiss the rim of the gaping entrance.]

You saucy minx.

[icy]

[ He moves however Hiccup prefers, that being the idea of this when genius struck and Jack first inserted the buttplug. Now, with his arms braced on the wall and his back arching like a cat to let Hiccup have access to every part of him, he whines under his breath and curls his toes in his sneakers as the thick mold of his boyfriend's dick is slid free, gasping against a wrist. ]

Hic, please. [ Laughing under his breath, he tips his head back and wiggles his raw pink asshole, already slick with plenty of lube. Lips there are enough to make his noises pitch higher, trying to keep the overall volume down so it doesn't bleed through the frosted glass of the door, and pointing toward the wall his dick is hard as rock. ] I've been sitting on you all morning ...

[dragonconqueror]

[He presses another kiss to the cleft of Jack's ass and rises to his feet again, leaning in close but pulling his hands away to undo his own jeans, just the flap. Shimmying his underwear down slightly, he lets out a small groan as his cock slides free, giving it a few languid pumps with lube from the toy to get it to full hardness. It's not hard to with the sight in front of him, his lover arched against the storage boxes.]

Wouldn't that be something? You sitting on my lap while I teach, taking me right...

[Hiccup tilts his head, reaching to turn Jack's for a kiss as he lines himself up, Jack's gaping ass swallowing him easily.]

...to the hilt?

[icy]

[ Gasping sharply, his ass tightens and conforms to the hot dick that forces him open with so much more satisfaction than the plastic, biting his lip as he scratches the wall and rocks over him to the hilt, knees trembling when fully seated. Twisting his head around to keep kissing him, he reaches back to thread clutching fingers through auburn locks, tugging at braids.

A shaky exhale shivers over hot tongues at the imagery, and he grinds back with a hushed whimper. ]

I'll ... I'll do it. Be nothing b-but your fucktoy if you want, I'm all yours. [ A tight ass ripples its grip from base to tip as Jack's sinuous hips writhe, grinning even as he wrinkles his nose. ] Ride me bare, Hiksti, c'mon, c'mon ... Ah, give it to me, babe?

[dragonconqueror]

[He gives a low groan against that smart mouth, trying to keep quiet even as he starts rutting into his lover. Short strokes, since there's not really any time to take this nice and slow, despite their usual pacing being somewhere in between. Hiccup's tongue laps over Jack's as well as it can, sliding to his jaw when it can't as one of his hands trails up, running his fingers through his white hair.]

You'd like to be put on display for everyone while I fuck you then? Like them watching?

[There's a purr in his voice as his hips move, canting in deeply and out smoothly as his mouth presses a kiss to the curve of Jack's shoulder. The words are a fantasy of course, they could never do anything like that. But it stirs him on, imagining it.]

[icy]

I ... ah, ah!

[ He knows the words they whisper can't ever take form in the light of day, even with them going this far in semi-private, but it's true' he'd let him do that and more if it meant he could belong to Hicuup and only his Hiksti. He also knows, from kinky experience in the bedroom with him, that Hiccup is a lot fierier than he looks.

Gasping sharply on every thrust, he tilts his chin up in supplication, spine curving to surrender his ass to the pounding it takes. ]

Sit on your lap with a leash, let you fuck up into me as you're teaching ... spread my legs on the desk as I let them w-watch you opening me up, claiming me ... You cock, Hic, it's f-ah, fucking incredible, don't stop.

[dragonconqueror]

[He's a lot fierier than he looks, but he's also a lot more possessive than he looks. This is dangerous, he knows, but he feels part of him wants them to know what's going on, wants them to look at the door and wonder what's taking them so long to look for a little USB chip. His fingers grip Jack's hip harder, almost like he has an intent to leave a bruise before his grip lightens up.

He wants them to know Jack is his and he's Jack's. Wants them staring and whispering, and the thought makes him growl deep in the back of his throat as he keeps pounding, reaching with his other hand to trail his fingers around Jack's mouth.]

And you'd let me? You'd let me do all of that, pound you while people watch, eyeing you off like a pack of wolves? [He drags Jack's head back close to his, nipping at the ear.] You're mine. No one else is allowed to look or touch. This? [He pulls back and thrusts deeply, hitting a wall as his fingers slip into Jack's mouth to muffle any cries.] Nobody can watch.