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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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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.

[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.

[ 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.

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.

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.

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.

[ 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. ]

Edited 2014-09-27 23:22 (UTC)

[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.

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. ]

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.]

[ 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.

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.

Hiksti. Hiksti ...

[ His first real moan rises when lips find his neck, thighs tightening under the grip of a single roaming hand. Hard enough to rub something sizeable against Hiccup already, he seeks out the line of a similarly clothed cock and sighs brokenly in relief when he finds it, starting to move back and forth with purpose from the waist down. Jack's fingers weave and tighten. ]

You get me so hard in class, most days. That's why I sit at the back. Ah ...

[The moan sends shivers down his spine, feeling his own dick start to wake. It's a little strange, feeling warmth swim in his stomach like it is. He hasn't felt like this since breaking up with his ex girlfriend before he moved here. He'd never once considered dating in America, considering his teaching schedule left him with little free time. He gasps, rocking up against the clothed dick grazing over his own as he slides his hand further up underneath a hoodie, sticking his tongue out to lick along a fine neck.]

So that's what you do under your desk. I thought you were just texting someone...

Why do you th-think I carry such a huge bag all the time?

[ Holding it in front of himself when he leaves usually, under the pretense of looking for something with the crowd as a shield. Then it's straight to the toilets for a bit of two-minute relief, and that's if he lasts that long. It's like living with electricity under his skin twicefold as they indulge in frotting on Hiccup's couch, Jack finding his stride as he rides him like he's wanted to for months, no matter the barriers of cloth.

He drags a hand down Hiccup's chest to tug at the hem, damp-hot lips parting over a jaw as Jack caresses a stomach, letting his palm soak up the body-heat on offer. That gasp from his handsome, adorable teacher has him shivering and clenching at his handful of hair behind a neck. ]

It's not just ... just, uh ... [ Words are so difficult to string together like this but he tries; sucking under a jaw, carefully avoiding those lips so he doesn't miss a sound, he runs his fingertips through a happy trail. ] It's not just that I really, really, really want to fuck you, or have you fuck me. You're ... I like how clever you are, I really do, Hic.

[ If he could make him believe that just from getting ridden dry, it ought to happen now while Jack's whole heart is in it. His fingers rise up to brush over Hiccup's lips. ]

I love the sound of your voice.

I wondered.

[His lips kiss and nip at Jack's throat, the knowledge doing wonders to his dick. Gods, he really did have such a troublemaker in his class, didn't he? Was he going to have to take more drastic measures to keep Jack's focus on his schoolwork? Maybe. The thought makes him moan, coupled with the hand being dragged down his chest. His body heat is hot, warm under the collar now that they're starting something.

He pulls back just a little to pull his shirt off, revealing taut muscle and slim limbs, noodle arms going back to groping his student. His fingers slip under the hem of jeans as clever ones shift down towards his happy trail, drawing up in a point just below his belly button.]

Then maybe I should fuck you. Would you like that? [It's a husky purr, Hiccup dragging his lips up to Jack's ear, lipping the lobe before fingers brush over his lips.] Bend you over the back of the couch?

[ Jack takes the opportunity to rip his hoodie off over his head and toss it aside, hands running up Hiccup's arms to clamp one back in his hair and let the other explore. His throat is already tingling from so much attention, Hiccup's moans sending him rock-hard with a grunt of his own. Wiry in his own right, his body is slender and wreathed in more muscle than fat, built for being folded into all sorts of positions.

Jack's voice quavers in a way he doesn't want to remember, panting harshly over the lips that moments before have been destroying him via a sensitive ear. ]

I'd let you fuck me anywhere.

[ There's a desperate quality that polishes the honesty of the confession and lets it trip between them exposed, unadorned and raw. Anywhere. In class, in class while it's full, by a window, over a couch, against a wall ... Jack slides his grip down to stroke Hiccup's erection through his pants, outlining it with kneading fingers. It doesn't matter now that he wants to tell him how badly this is wanted, needed, because Hiccup is giving and giving and Jack is too selfish not to take. ]

I'm gonna have to buy a new toy, it's not as big as you.

[ Unable to help himself, he licks at the seam of those lips in a hazy, lust-fogged daze. It isn't his fault that he already sounds as if they fucked; Jack has been imagining this for too long to slow down. ]

[The feeling of bare skin against his own makes a noise come from his throat, breathed heavily against Jack's throat as his fingers wander everywhere they can touch. Any hesitation he had about this is gone, a deep seated need rumbling warmly through his stomach along with the need pumping in his veins. Hiccup draws his hand along a hard on covered by jeans, mouth covering a collar bone as he relishes in that desperate tone.

His hips rock up into the hand taking control of his own erection that's slowly thickening, lips pressing anywhere he can touch as his free hand slides up along a lithe chest. There's a small growl in the back of his throat when he hears that, unable to believe that this is actually happening. He's actually going to have sex with his student.

He could get into so much trouble if anyone finds out.]

You won't need a toy.

[The words fall from his lips in a murmur as his mouth is licked, his own tongue reaching out to meet Jack's. It's been ages since he's had someone like this, far too long.]

[ Hiccup must have seen porn at some point or another, or at least be able to reconcile the amount of noise Jack makes with it, because he can't seem to keep quiet under those hands. If he isn't gasping he's moaning, and if he isn't moaning there are hitched sighs catching in the back of his throat as he rocks down against the hand rubbing him through his jeans, lifting up to thrust against it insistently, a live-wire for the contact.

You won't need a toy.

Burning up from the inside-out, he feels the throb his cock gives right up against a strong palm when he hears those words. His heartbeat thunders in his ears as their first real kiss sinks into place, gathering up hungry lips and hot tongues so the world narrows down to just this, to moving on and with Hiccup, stroking the hardening length in his teacher's pants. In his lover's, more to the point. Jack isn't just a willing partner, he makes it known with clawing handfuls of auburn hair and biting kisses just how wanted Hiccup is, faintly trembling throughout the frottage.

I feel like I've wanted you since forever ... ]

Hiksti ...

[He's never watched porn, just knows how he wants to feel thanks to his ex girlfriend, so he assumes that the same must be for Jack. He's inexperienced in this as far as making out with another male is concerned, but he delights in the moans and gasps he can draw from Jack. He makes a mental note to not make eye contact with his student during class, he doesn't know if he's going to be able to face him the same way again after he comes down from whatever spell Jack has him under.

The throb in the cock resting in his palm makes it twitch in his hand and Hiccup feels it in the thick vein running under Jack's length. His blood is pumping in his ears as he kisses the younger man for the first time, tasting the Chinese takeout they had, hissing into it as his cock is stroked. He nips at lips before his mouth moves on, biting at a jawline and neck as he tugs down underwear with his free hand, wanting to feel as much of Jack as possible.]

Jack...

[ Hiccup might not be able to meet Jack's eyes in class anyway, not if he's jerking off to his teacher's voice as quietly as possible in his back corner.

The kisses shared are eager and artless, hot and everywhere with a tang of sweet sauces. Jack grasps at Hiccup's clothed erection when a hand slips past his own boxers, and a reedy whine sighs free as his fingers tighten in Hiccup's hair. He's already ridiculously close to coming but he can't voice it, doesn't want this to stop for a second. ]

God, yes ...

[ Already soaked with precome, Jack's underwear and jeans are a mess as he starts to lose the pacing of rocking hips, stuttering them into a hand. It won't take much to push him over the edge, not at this rate. ]

[He definitely won't be able to meet Jack's eyes in class after this, especially after the eager, sloppy kisses sending his heart thudding wildly in his chest, drinking in the whine that his lover leaks out as he feels fingers tighten in his hair. Jack's boxers cling to his hand due to the precome soaking them, his fingers stretching to reach down to the base of a cock.

Hiccup moves his mouth downward to nibble at Jack's neck again, finding himself suddenly utterly enchanted by it. His student is shifted so that he rests directly over his cock, hard and wanting and rubbing up against the clothed crack of Jack's ass.]

Sweet Thor...

[ Trying not to come is all he can do, ass rutting down over a thick cock that he wants inside so badly and moaning like an unrestrained, unashamed whore for every touch of lips, hands, for the simple brush of fabric molding around their bodies. Hiksti, Hiccup, is what leaves parted, wet lips as Jack's hips start to tremble, and he can't hold it together much longer at all before he crushes their mouths in a harsh kiss. Whimpering Sorry, he comes in Hiccup's hand and cries out in combined relief and frustration, not wanting to have spoiled this but unable to have controlled it. This is the man whose name Jack has moaned in the middle of the night as he fucks himself with a toy, fingered himself in the shower, gotten hard over in class. Those green eyes, clever hands, the body stretched out aching to fuck him; it's all been a by-product of his imagination up until today and the reality of it is overwhelming.

So he comes, yes, in thick gouts that have him shivering like a virgin and clawing at Hiccup's hair, pouring apologies into his mouth even as he ruts against him. Blue eyes are darkened through long-lashed slits, partially unseeing and fixed on the middle-distance of their gaze. ]

[The harsh kiss is met with unbridled eagerness, mouth moving over Jack's and swallowing the whimpers and moans as his nose brushed against his student's. It's warm and heavy, carnal and needy, the way he needs to be inside Jack, wanting to feel that lower body quiver around him. He's never felt this way about anyone before, not even his ex girlfriend, and the thought comes to him with an almost sad note before it's taken over by the same hunger.

His hand and wrist are soaked in come, ropes sticking to his torso as he feels his hair ruffled by clawing hands, more than happy to snatch up the apologies with his own mouth. His tongue licks across Jack's bottom lip, mouth brushing along a cheek and jaw to his ear.]

You're so good, Jack, so good.

[The praise comes from him easily, breathed out huskily as his come-ridden fingers return to the other hip, pressing up to grind his cock again.]

Ah, ahh ... I-I'm not, but I will be.

[ Panting as a tongue slides over his kiss-swollen lips and up to a sensitive ear, he shoves at Hiccup's hips to keep them still and, on wobbly legs, backs off between a spread pair of thighs that he quickly divests of all clothing, yanking underwear and the rest to lock around Hiccup's knees.

Wrapping an arm around the older man's waist, Jack tells himself he can commit Hiccup's cock to memory later as he guides the thick length past his soft lips, rubbing heat inches down him as he begins to suck. His free hand keeps the root stimulated, the ring of a thumb and forefinger butting against his stretched kiss on each descending bob, again and again, cheeks hollowing.

He has to make up for losing his self-control; wants to, just to prove he can be a good lover. Better than Hiccup deserves. ]

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