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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 tilts his head back into the nuzzling, humming under his breath as he lets a purr rumble in his throat as his ass is kneaded, rocking back against the wandering hands. His stomach curls at those words, sending something tumbling deep inside. Hiccup's sexual repertoire had opened up nicely since Jack walked into his apartment like he owned the place, just like his ass was as it was held open, noises being dragged from his throat.]

Mnh...maybe? What qualifies me as naughty?

[Maybe he can afford a little backtalk? He doesn't really know, but he pushes his hips back into Jack's hands, his own fingers running down the tiles of the bathroom. Hiccup's hair plastered to his face and the back of his neck under the water, giving him a bit of a shaggy dog look as he glanced at Jack over his shoulder.]

I didn't ask for specifics.

[ Perfect white teeth sink into the curve of a shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave a bruise from the possessive crush of his jaw. Jack laves the wound, taking the opportunity to coat one of his hands in lube from the shower-rack (a pertinent addition, as of late) and slip two fingers over a tight pink hole, teasing the rim as Hiccup's ass is still held wide on one side. ]

Yes or no? [ He fucks him shallowly, smoothly and suddenly with his middle finger, barely rubbing the second around a flinching rim. ] No maybes.

[He gives a sharp noise as teeth bite at his shoulder, head tilting back with the motion of the jerk. Hiccup's eyes flutter, rocking back and forth on the heels and balls of his feet as his entrance breathes, swallowing the finger greedily as another sound ekes out of him. He hums, head rolling to bend down with his neck as his fingers slip on the tiles.]

Yes?

That's right.

[ To reward him, Jack buries his finger to the knuckle, pulls it out, and sinks it in with a twin. Both crook and rub as they please within tight, soft walls, and Jack spanks him once more with the crack of his palm loud in the tiled room. His grip on Hiccup's ass digs back into red flesh, spreading it aside so his fingers can still writhe like tentacles slipping in and out of his boyfriend.

As Jack gets hard, he nips at the bite mark to stave off his own need. ]

Should you should be punished for being a bad, bad boy?

[He groans almost lewdly as the finger returns with another, shoulders rising and falling with his breath before his body jerks in surprise at the slap. Hiccup figures his ass is probably nice and red from the smacks and the nails from earlier, body shivering and shuddering as he rocks back to try and find some friction, wanting to feel more of those tentacles like fingers.]

Mnh...yes. [He pauses, licking his lips as he tests the waters.] Master.

[ I knew you'd love it, he'll say much later. You're too cute. ]

It's no use sucking up now, you're done for.

[ Disarmingly soft kisses dither up the side of Hiccup's neck as Jack slides his fingers free to press the thick swell of his cockhead there, pressing in steadily with a grunt. He loves the way Hiccup's body is still tight and makes him work for this, even with how well they conform to each other in the end. Even when the biggest part of Jack's long erection is swallowed up, Hiccup's ass rubs beautifully over the shaft too.

He's a fucking dream.

Gasping behind an ear as he fucks him by only a few inches, Jack's hands slip away from the base of his guided length to play with Hiccup's ass again, a central feature of their lovemaking in more ways than one this time. He is far, far too attracted to every swell of that pert rump and takes great relish in being able to watch the way Hiccup's body sucks him in. ]

Tell me you're a bad boy who deserves this. Tell me you're naughty, you already know it.

[The word doesn't get him any sort of punishment so he figures it's safe to use. So that's Jack's game. He all but purrs at the kisses trailing up the back of his neck before a sharper noise is gasped out from him, feeling his lover's cock breach his entrance. His toes curl, fingers curving inward against the wall as he arches like a cat, asshole swallowing Jack up like he'd done his fingers.

Hiccup's ass reflexes against the hands cupping it, muscles pulling in and pushing out as he tilts his head forward, hips reaching back to try and swallow more of the younger man's cock.]

I've...I've been naughty. [The words gasp out of him with each push and pull, leaning heavily against the wall, on his forearms rather than his hands.] I deserve this, Master.

I should record you like this ... I could watch you take my cock all day, put the sight of your ass eating me up on a goddamn loop.

[ Humming to himself in thought, a hand slides up to grasp the back of Hiccup's neck and hold him in place as Jack fucks him to the hilt a few times, rougher than usual and with another accompanying spank. Two. Three. He wants him tighter. The satisfaction is immense as Hiccup strokes all over Jack's length, velvet-hot and cinching like a pretty vice. So good.

He drags the tip of his dick back to the rim, barely rubbing a few inches in again as a palm spreads a reddened cheek. Rasping, he barks, ] You're spoiled, aren't you? You're the best fuck and you know it, don't you? Don't you, Hiccup? Spread your legs wider.

[His ass clenches time and time again around the cock penetrating him, helped by the smacks to his ass. His own dick swings between his legs, erect even as he finds himself wanting more of this. He feels like Jack's pretty little toy, waiting to be used by his owner. Hiccup's breath comes in short rasps, eyes rolling into the back of his head in pleasure.]

I...I know. [His legs spread wider on command, as much as he can without slipping. Hiccup's fingers scrabble for purchase on the wall, sliding down when they find nothing.] I'm spoiled. [He lifts his ass slightly to rub it against the hands cupping it, voice coming out in a whine.] I'm the best fuck...Master, please.

[ Sensing the way Hiccup's strength is failing, he wraps an arm around his lover's waist to hoist him up securely, a light kiss drifting over a freckled nape. ]

Good boy.

[ Hard and fast is how he takes him after that, biting the same mark over Hiccup's neck to stifle his grunts and moans as Jack claims him for his own with slamming hips and the brutally impatient tempo of his dick forcing Hiccup open, driving into him again and again, rock-hard and keen to live up to his promise that Hiccup won't be in work tomorrow. He spanks him as he pleases, whenever he wants the shock of it to get that ass clenching obediently again, and the angry red blush on Hiccup's skin is absolute art.

Jack skirts a bobbing erection to grasp Hiccup's balls, teeth nipping at the shell of an abused ear and the echo of flesh on flesh echoing loudly all around. ]

Don't you dare come.

[ That said, he goes back to holding him up by the waist, fucking him at his leisure and groaning his approval. Like that, fuck yes babe, take it, c'mon, good boy, good boy you're so good, show me you want it ... ]

[Noises eke out of him as he's taken so brutally like he is, eyes closing with a small whine. His shoulder throbs just like his ass, but it's a dull ache that's delicious in its own way. Hiccup spreads his legs a little more to accommodate Jack, thighs quivering as he stands himself on the balls of his. feet. His lover's cock drags along his insides, and he cries out when the thick cockhead brushes his prostate.

He very nearly sobs when Jack's hand takes hold of his balls like that, having been about to come. It's a good thing his student is holding him up by the waist because Hiccup's hands are scrabbling against the bathroom tiles on the wall, pressing his forehead against the wet walls.]

Please. [His voice sounds hoarse and he clears his throat, licking his lips.] Please, let me come? Please. Please.

[He jerks and cries out when his prostate is rubbed again, head tossing back with a wet mane of auburn hair.]

[ He loves to hear Hiccup begging, angling his thrusts for that sweet spot to give him cause to cry out more often, not wanting him able to sit down for the next twenty-four hours without thinking of being taken and claimed. The toss of a wet head of hair lands on Jack's shoulder, and he kisses over a jaw as he sighs shakily, his own balls reaching their pique. Just a little longer, just a little more ... ]

N-Now, Hic, come with me, nngh!

[ Rutting to bury himself as deep as he can go in that channel, his shaft throbs and he releases with a burst that gets him yelling, grinding up against a prostate and delivering one last smack to a burning red ass. Oh God, God, fuck, yes, Hiccup, Love you, Hiksti. He loses track of what he says, melting while being milked. ]

[Jack gets more noises and cries like he wishes, and Hiccup doesn't even think he'll be able to sit down properly for a long while afterwards. His legs are shaking from holding up his weight and the cock thrusting into him, kisses along his jaw making his stomach shudder. Pre leaks from his cock, and he lets out a sob of a cry as he's given permission to come.

His ass squeezes around Jack as he presses his forehead against the tiles, his come hitting the wall and his stomach. Hiccup tilts his head back, gasping loudly and letting water fall into his mouth as he closes his eyes, shivering as his ass is smacked.]

Oh gods...Master...

[ It's perfect, something he's been aching for for so long it almost escaped his notice. Even when the waves of bliss recede and it's only them again in the shower, lukewarm water spattering over them and Jack nuzzling at the bruised, bitten curve of a neck, he feels the constant swell of enduring love that never, ever leaves and knows they are doing the right thing in staying together.

Gently, he extricates himself with his hands on Hiccup's waist. Delicate kisses plant behind an ear as he murmurs a quiet, Stay still, and Jack begins to wash him down with a soft sponge. ]

Just relax, sweetheart ...

[It feels like every muscle in him is jelly, and it takes everything in him not to collapse against the wall or floor when Jack leaves him, thankful for the hands on his waist. The curve of his neck aches like the rest of him, his eyes closing as Jack kisses him near his ear. Slowly, his feet find their footing on the floor of the shower again, stomach unclenching from the tight wad of muscles over the core.

He does as asked, shoulders slacking forward as he turns his head to rest his cheek against the tiles while Jack starts washing him down, looking out the corner of his eye at him. Hiccup brings a hand up to gently wipe his come from his stomach, feeling his lover's leak out of his ass.]

[ The rougher lover has vanished as blue eyes meet green, fond and chagrined as he kisses the ball of a shoulder, lips travelling along Hiccup's arm. Jack gently cleans him of the come, fingers careful and balms massaged into not just Hiccup's abused passage, but his ass-cheeks too where the skin is red and hot. Finally, Jack swipes the come off Hiccup's stomach and cleans his partner's hands, coaxing him to step out of the bathtub as he turns off the showerhead. ]

Easy, lean on me ... How're you feeling?

[He smiles back, eyes half lidded and content as a cat. A small hiss dithers out of him as the balm is massaged into his entrance and onto his ass, swallowing slightly before he pulls away from the wall, following Jack out of the bathtub. Hiccup gingerly steps onto the floor of the bathroom, fingers curled around his lover's as he steps out, chuckling softly at the question.]

Exhausted. You really did a number on me, love.

You can do one on me sometime, free pass.

[ A fluffy towel is wrapped around Hiccup, another around Jack himself, and he slips their hands into each others as he heads back to the bedroom. Glancing over a shoulder. ]

If you want to, I mean. I'm all yours.

Mmm...I think I know what we could spend tomorrow doing.

[It's really more of a joke than anything, because he wouldn't be doing something so similar anytime soon. He lets himself be led into the bedroom, clean and with a sated smile on his face as he walks as close as he can, nuzzling against the side of Jack's head.]

Or we could spend it snuggled in bed together.

Both. Both sound good, see which you feel up to.

[ Gently caressing Hiccup's cheek with drifting fingers that pet his hair, Jack drops his towel by the side of the bed and crawls in, tugging Hiccup along. ]

Take off that fancy foot accessory and deliver some of those snuggles, stat.

[He chuckles and reaches down to unclasp his prosthetic from his leg, setting it down near the bed so he can grab it if he needs to get up during the night (even though his body currently feels like it won't move ever again if he lays down in that bed). Hiccup shuffles on one foot before he follows Jack into bed, drawing the covers over him as he does.]

Did someone order cuddles? I thought I heard a doctor ask for them...

[Hiccup nuzzles his face into the side of Jack's hair, draping an arm languidly over his waist as he curls close.]

[ Brimming with happy satisfaction, he wraps his arms around a lean waist and lets his hands roam all over a smooth warm back, turning his head to steal plucking, soft kisses, a little wet and tongue-ridden but nothing more than indulgent. ]

Doctor Frost says you need ten billion hours of this before getting out of bed ever again.

[ Tucked under the thick duvet, his giggles can be felt as well as heard. ]

[He hums into the kisses, letting his hand fall to rest on Jack's hip as they snuggle, feeling his boyfriend's giggles and in turn chuckles as well.]

Darn, looks like I better quit my job, I'll be in bed for the rest of my life.

I'm afraid that's the tall and short of it, yeah.

[ Jack burrows against a cheek, curling up against him like he can't stop wiggling in delight but really wants to. ]

I love you ... I love you so much, y'know? Mmmm.

[ Enough to keep smooching that cheek with pecks. An overactive puppy couldn't be more affectionate. ]

I love you too. I believe I already said as much, but just in case, I'll say it again.

[His cheeks are as warm as he feels inside, returning the cheek nuzzle and draping over Jack as much as he can. He loves this, loves having someone next to him in bed. It's hard not to when it's someone like Jack, infectious as he is with his attitude. He kisses him gently, softly, noses brushing under the covers.]

I love you.

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