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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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[He's taking a sip of his juice when Jack speaks, so he's saved face by the glass in front of his mouth, though his eyebrows probably give it away. He really shouldn't be surprised that this kind of talk is happening now - they just fucked not even two hours ago. It doesn't help that his eyes were following the leg slipping into the toga line that he can see.]

Well I guess I can if I have room for dessert...

[He takes a bite of his tomato and toast before he can say anymore or fuck up, mentally chiding himself. Still, his good foot reaches for Jack's calf, trailing his toes up along the slim muscle as he innocently eats his breakfast.]

[ He perches on a stool as he eats and captures Hiccup's good leg between his calves, absently running his smooth skin over contrasting hairs. ]

You're really cute, Hiksti. I'm surprised you're still single, honestly.

Well, I wasn't actually going to date while I was here.

[He leans against the kitchen bar with his hip, wriggling his toes in between Jack's legs. Hiccup takes another bite of his toast before swallowing some juice, setting both plate and glass down on the bench when he was done.]

I mean aside from not having the time for it, I was still kind of getting over Astrid.

Yeah, I figured there was someone. [ Which he skirts the topic of neatly, rubbing Hiccup's ankle between his calves and asking cheekily, ] Does that mean I'm your new 'someone'?

[He's actually grateful for the skirting of the topic, because quite honestly he'd been using work to forget about her. Hiccup's toes skirt up along the inside of one of Jack's thighs, humming a little around his next bite.]

If you're not adverse to it.

Not at all. I look forward to taking snapshots of everywhere but your face, for stealth reasons, and showing off my new babe to the rest of the class. [ Jack leans over the breakfast bar to steal a kiss, lingering there on bent elbows. ] You'll get to hear them talking all about you ... Hear them being jealous.

[He nearly chokes on his toast if he hadn't been kissed right at that very moment, returning it in any case with a small roll of his eyes.]

I don't think they'd believe you even if you did tell them. Everyone probably thinks I'm a prude.

Everyone wants to bang you, are you blind as well as deaf? [ Jack sits back, ruffling his own hair sheepishly. ] You remember I came into class with that black eye about a month ago?

[Yeaaaah ... ]

One of the guys was bad-mouthing you at the bowling alley, so I shut him up. [ Jack pulls a face. ] I ... tried to.

Noooo, I just don't pay attention to the gossip going around class I guess.

[He remembers. It was one of the only times Jack had got his attention enough to make him worry about his student. The truth behind it makes him gape, feeling a little sheepish for having had doubts about the younger man's integrity.]

Thank you. [He smiles cheekily to lighten the mood.] It's not every day I have my honor defended.

I'd defend your honor against a baby girl if I had to. Knock her right out.

[ Solemnly eating!! Pft. ]

Somehow I feel sorry for that baby girl.

[Takes a sip of his juice.]

[ Licking his lips, he takes a hold of the bedsheets around his waist and slides off the stool. ]

You sit here feeling bad for hypothetical babies, then. [ The sheet is unravelled and dropped, revealing hips and thighs of creamy-pale muscle, hairless and smooth save for the silver trail leading south to a soft dick. ] I'm gonna go have that shower.

[ And Jack strolls through the apartment to do just that, idly scratching his navel-hair. ]

[Hiccup purses his lips around the rim of his glass, eyes following the dropping of the sheet around his lover's hips, eyelids lowering to half mast. He's highly tempted to follow him into the shower as promised, but he stays in his seat, giving a small shrug.]

I guess I'll clean up then.

[He starts doing just that, packing up their plates and picking up their glasses, putting them in the dishwasher before he picks up the discarded sheet and puts it in the laundry. By the time Jack comes out, the bed is tidy too, and Hiccup is sitting on it.]

[ Jack spends the first ten minutes of his shower with the door half-open in invitation, waiting to be joined just like they teased. When nobody comes in, he sticks his head out, sopping wet, and frowns at the sound of Hiccup doing dishes. Blue eyes roll as he closes the door and gets on with cleaning up, but he doesn't enjoy it half as much as he thought he was going to.

Naked when he wanders back into the bedroom, he's still indignant enough to put a hand on a hip and ask archly, ] Are my clothes being washed, too?

[He honestly noticed it, but he's still too new to this whole side of a relationship (a relationship with a guy in any case), so he skirted around the open door, but now he gets the feeling he fucked up when he sees that look on Jack's face, taking his reading glasses off and looking up from the book he was reading.]

Well they're the only pair you have here so I figured I should.

[ No one has a right to look that hot while reading. ]

Well, can I have something to wear? Not that I don't relish the cold. [ Or dripping on Hiccup's floor, making himself cant a hip and rest a hand on it Just Because. He gestures to the lounge. ] I'll go watch something on TV if you're busy.

[ Even though this is supposed to be our day. I don't get you. Confused and awkward as his gears grind to a halt after the pleasantness of breakfast, he hides it with a quirked brow. ]

[Hiccup gives a small sigh and runs his fingers through his hair before he stands from the bed, placing his book to the side with his reading glasses on top as he walked over to his lover. Reaching over to take hold of his hips, he presses a chaste kiss to his lips, pulling back a hair's breadth after and looking at him with sincere green eyes.]

I'm sorry. I'm still new to all of this so I...I didn't know what to do.

[Why he feels a need to apologize he has no clue, but he feels like he should.]

[ Jack's ire melts when Hiccup steps in close, all but dissolving as he feels warm hands spread around jutting hips. The kiss is leaned into after a moment, lingering to end on a small sigh. ]

It's alright. Little weird having all the evidence gone and getting ignored after breakfast, especially after ... never mind. Mmm, but I forgive you. I'm a philanthropist like that. [ Joking aside, he nuzzles under a jawline. ] Can I please have some clothes, though?

[He returns the nuzzle with his own nose, chuckling before he reluctantly lets go, but not without another kiss. Walking over to the drawers, Hiccup pulls out a pair of jeans, tossing them to Jack.]

These are from my last growth spurt. I didn't throw them out for some reason.

[ Any uncertainty about being the leader in the bedroom has certainly vanished by the time those sweet kisses end, addictive as they are. ]

Are they going to be huge or tiny? I'm not sure which one I'm rooting for ...

[ Tugging them oooon ... ]

I was about your height and build, give or take a few inches. We might have to tie them up with a belt...

[He pulls a black leather one out of his drawer, looking at it for a minute before glancing over at his lover.]

How do they fit?

[ Jack wiggles around, stuffs his hands in the pockets and enjoys the way the waist of the jeans hangs off his hips, just tight enough in the leg to stay on. ]

I don't think I need that, we're good. Sooo ... [ Toeing the carpet, he shrugs and keeps his hands in his pockets, a damp chest drying. ] Anything you want to do?

[ Barring each other. ]

[Tucking the belt behind his back, Hiccup moves back over to Jack, not too sure if he can actually think of anything else. There's a small twinge of guilt in his stomach for not joining his boyfriend in the shower, and he reaches for a bare waist to draw him in for another kiss, this one deeper than the last.]

[ It's funny that as soon as he has Hiccup again, and his heart swells and hands roam immediately up a pair of long arms, Jack can feel bad about practically guilting him into the kiss which weakens his knees. He's also suddenly glad not to be wearing a top, able to drape his wrists over a pair of shoulders while ~~moaning~~ sighing against soft lips and a stroking tongue.

Lashes lowered, they flutter against his cheeks as he draws breath, still pressed up against him. Did he do that, put them so close with such a simple touch? It's almost embarrassingly instinctive. ]

You ... We really can do anything, y'know, I don't need fussing. I'm happy. Weren't you reading?

I know.

[It's almost embarrassing how that moan and that touch has him weak at the knees, lips finding the corner of Jack's mouth before trailing to his jaw and grazing along to his ear, licking up any water droplets from the younger man's shower. His breath is warm as it comes out, pressing their foreheads together as his fingers draw around, finding the front of his jeans.]

It's only a textbook. It can wait.

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