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tfln continuation for icy

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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What's there to tell?

[He needs to clear his throat to get it to work properly, even as he reclines back on his bed next to Jack. His stomach ripples as fingers graze along his happy trail. Lifting his own hand, he hesitantly reaches out to return the touches, fingers dipping along the side of ribs down to hips he was clutching only moments before. He licks his lips, tongue flicking out along the bottom one as he noses close.]

I grew up on an island just off the coast of Norway, nearly ran over a cat and lost my leg when I was fifteen. Traveled when I was twenty. Discovered my mom was still alive. Came here for a better opportunity.

[He shrugs and leans on his elbow, voice soft as he speaks. He wants to reassure Jack about what just happened, but he doesn't know the words to say, unfamiliar with all this.]

[ His palm flattens out along a chest, feeling out dips and rises just for the sake of it. Jack blinks dreamily, settling closer with the encouragement of being touched doing wonders for his re-building confidence. His hips are already a mild purple in places; tomorrow, he'll have a matching set of fingerprints there to match the array of other love-bites dappled around. ]

No, I mean ... important stuff. [ Jack's smile pecks at his (boyfriend's? teacher's?) lover's lips. ] What's your favorite color? Number? Do you have any old clothes you can't throw away because they're so comfy?

[ Intimate, silly, every-day, wonderful details. ]

Oh.

[His cheeks flush a bit in embarrassment, even as he relishes in the light touches. He's unfamiliar with all this closeness and touching, but a part of him does like it. A lot. He chases those lips with his own after the chaste peck before tilting his head in thought.]

Well, I guess green would be close to my favourite colour. I don't really have a favourite number, and...I guess I can't throw away the leather I made myself when I first built my motorcycle.

You made your own leather pants.

[ Thoroughly amused, Jack cups Hiccup's softened cock through the fluffy bathtowel, gentle pressure mimicking his hum against those delicious lips as he strokes his way over to a thigh. ]

I think I understand why ...

[The pressure makes a small squeak eke out of him as his hips jerk, despite what they've just done, and he purses his lips together a little.]

Ah, yeah. There were none my size...I ended up having to make them when my growth spurt finally hit anyway.

Were you short? That sounds adorable.

[ Jack's fingers slide under the folds of the towel to knead at a hip, the thicker muscle leading down to an ass all being treated to a one-handed, lazy massage. Cutest fucking noises coming out of that mouth, I can't believe this. When Hiccup twitches, Jack tugs him in flush against his own skin and continues the treatment there.

A quick tongue flicks out to lap at lips, trying to lure him down. ]

That growth spurt really paid off, for the record.

Mmm. I was born premature, so I was short pretty much until I was eighteen. Then the family viking genes kicked in. I would've been able to fit in your arms without much trouble.

[Jack gets treated to more of those noises as his ass is cupped and kneaded, legs squirming slightly as he curls in as close as possible, one of his legs curling around one of Jack's.]

Well, I'm not the shortest in the family anymore. That title goes to my cousin.

[ His fingertips glide along Hiccup's side when he hears he was a premature baby, gentle and fond. Jack drapes his arms around a waist, testing out the theory that Hiccup doesn't quite fit in them now. ]

Looks like you still have room to spare.

[ Except not really, that's just Jack running his hands all up a back as he tangles their lower halves together. ]

[He snorts a bit fondly at the words, finding himself enamored as he nuzzles the other's nose as he draws himself in as close as he can, his own arms coming up to circle around Jack's waist. A purr starts up in his throat at the hands running up his back, skin curling.]

Mmm...I'm not sure, you'll have to check again.

[ Cuddling together in bed is delightful enough to get him laughing, nuzzles taking insistent kisses up a neck and across a freckled shoulder. ]

Hold still while I solve this mystery, I've gotta investigate.

[ 'Investigate' passing for 'run my hands all over you from neck to thigh and back again'. ]

[It definitely is delightful, and it shows in how he laughs when Jack's hands run over his ticklish spots.]

S-stop! Stop stop stop, the mystery's solved!

[Hiccup's body arches, his mouth stretched into a wide grin as his head throws back, creating a halo of hair on the bed.]

[ He rolls up against Hiccup's side, sprawling a leg through his lover's and nuzzling under that thrown-back chin. His fingers scuttle along one particular ticklish spot, relentless. ]

What's the magic word, hmm?

[He's unable to answer because of the laughing, but he manages to shove a little at Jack's hands, really more of a slap.]

P-P-please~

[ Deigning to show mercy, he flops on Hiccup's side and smooths his hands out around a waist instead of torturing him anymore. Jack kisses his way over a chest, nosing at soft hairs along the way. ]

You're a big baby, you know that?

[Hiccup inhales now that he's been allowed to catch his breath, air coming from his lungs in puffs. Eyes heavy and half lidded, he lifts his hand to run it through Jack's white hair as he feels kisses going down over his chest, huffing a little.]

I am not. I'm just...sensitive.

[ Sensitive enough to warrant an explanation of a nipple, parting his lips over the pink nub and giving a slow, lazy lick. At Hiccup's sides, Jack traces the knolls of a ribcage. ]

Haven't you done this much? Been spoiled? I never wanna take my mouth off you ...

[Hiccup presses a hand to his mouth as a sudden noise is drawn from him as a tongue brushes over his nipple, his hips bucking unintentionally. He inhales and shakes his head, fingers of his other hand running through fine white hair.]

We...uh...my ex girlfriend and I didn't really fool around much...

No? Her loss ...

[ Glancing up, Jack reaches over to pull that hand free and kiss the veins under the soft skin of a wrist, pressing it back into the pillows as he returns to licking his way slowly between two nipples, tongue curling around each. ]

What did you do?

[He makes a small noise of protest when his hand is drawn away from his mouth, fingers twitching under Jack's hold as his student runs his tongue around his chest. His other hand subconsciously cradles Jack's head closer, cupping it at the back near the nape of his neck as he shrugs.]

We...well, we kissed. We tried to fool around but it didn't feel right to either of us. I barely knew what I was doing...I guess she lost patience with me.

I think it's cute.

[ Shuffling up to lean properly at Hiccup's side, Jack laces their fingers together to keep that hand against the bed and sinks his teeth in around an areola, a harder bite sucking with tight wet lips around rosy skin to see if Hiccup likes it. ]

C-cute?

[Hiccup can feel his face burning up at the response, lacking his fingers with Jack's when prompted before he lets out a lewd sound as the spot is sucked. One of his legs draws up, arching in the air at the knee and placing his foot solidly on the corner of the bed as he arches his body, trembling breaths coming from him.]

And responsive. [ Licking his lips, Jack slides between those spread legs and nuzzles his way to the base of a cock. The noises Hiccup makes go straight to his dick, tired though he is. ] Take the day off tomorrow, no one'll know we're here together.

[ Jack's soft mouth rubs repeatedly around the root of Hiccup's organ, mouthing and laving its length to encourage his arousal yet again. Fingers grasp under slender knees, forcing his legs open. ]

We'll do nothing but fuck all day, get you all worn for good. You're just pent up like this, it's not healthy, Hic.

[ Which would sound like a legitimate health concern if it wasn't for the way he lavishes loving, spit-sticky attention over Hiccup's balls next, moaning over his lover's skin. ]

[Hiccup is about to respond when he feels a nose nuzzling his cock, which lays flaccid against his stomach. So much for the towels keeping them modest. The suggestion is actually considered, the teacher pausing as well as he can while his dick is being woken again.

No one would know. That was the main thing Hiccup wanted in this...whatever this was. That no one would know. Astrid had told him he was too invested in his work, before she kissed his cheek and left. It was true, he was a workaholic.

His train of thought is interrupted as his legs are hiked open, long, spindly freckled things with toes curling in the air as he feels his cock twitch to attention.]

I-I jack off. [The words are stammered around his heavy breathing, his head tilting back as he feels a tongue rolling around his balls.] That's enough, i-isn't it?

[ Jack's attentions remain exactly as they are for the time being, content to explore and commit Hiccup's most sensitive areas to memory. Here and there, and above that one certain freckle right next to his dick; that gets a few licks of its own. ]

I think you'll feel better after fucking me some more. [ So says Doctor Frost. He follows freckles up a dick, giving the soft tip a suckle and peck, skimming down the other side. ] How have you always fantasized about really getting to let go? Tell me and we'll do it, whatever it is. No matter how weird you think it is, this is all about you.

[Green eyes flutter at the feeling of lips brushing over his skin, stomach rippling with the emotions curling through it. He has plenty of sensitive areas, and not for the first time since Jack showed up at his doorstep, Hiccup wonders just what the hell he's doing getting involved with a student.

The idea of fucking Jack some more makes him flush, the question making him pause as he lays underneath the other. His cheeks remain coloured as he thinks, wondering just what.]

I guess I...always kind of thought about being fucked.

[Hiccup bites his bottom lip, glancing off to the side slightly before looking up at Jack.]

I didn't really consider it a thing that would...y'know...happen...

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