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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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Oh, I get to pop your cherry, [ he jokes, his playfulness returning in full force with his confidence, ] that's nice. I'm honored.

[ He reaches behind to steer the root of a big cock to where the tip needs to be, raising up slightly on his knees, draping his other arm over Hiccup's shoulder and pushes him back into the cushioning. A soft kiss is planted over his lips, and then Jack bites his own. ]

Like this ...

[ With his palm hugging the underside of Hiccup's shaft, he lets gravity do most of the work as his eyes shutter and close, lips parting on a gut-deep moan; a thick crown stretches him wide at first, hips pumping back and forth to get his hole to accept Hiccup's girth, and with a faint, inaudible pop Jack feels the thickest part of Hiccup slide home as the resistance gives. ]

F-Fuck, okay. [ Breathless and completely pliant with limbs made abruptly of dough instead of flesh and bone, Jack sinks down further and tips back his head on a shaken cry. ] Hiksti, ah. Ah ...

[Oh. Oh. It takes Hiccup about a second to understand what Jack means as he watches, feeling his girth expand under a grip as his hands take hold of slim hips once again. He finds his breath taken away by the beauty in his lap, the little noises coming from Jack's throat hypnotizing as he lets the younger man guide him. For a split moment he wonders if they should have some kind of protection or even if he should stretch Jack before his cock pushes past the ring of muscle.

It's tight. Loose but tight.

Hiccup lets out a low, guttural moan as he gets a taste of his first man, finding himself enthralled by the sight of his lover breathless and pliant. He leans forward, attaching his lips to a neck as he presses his forehead into the curve of his shoulder, not minding the come there. He wants to go deeper, wants to sink into that lava heat that beckons him.

Hiccup's had a taste of sex and he wants more.]

You minx...

[My minx, he thinks to himself, breath ghosting over come stained skin as his hips buck, jerking him in some thanks to the way Jack's ass is greedily gobbling him up.]

[ Laughter intersperses with the high-pitched noises he makes as Hiccup beckons him lower and holding off, his grip on Hiccup's shoulders joined by a second hand once the cock stretching Jack out feels comfortably enough seated. ]

H-Hold on, go slow. It's not like w-with a woman, gimme some time. Mmph ...

[ Although it feels far, far more incredible than anyone else he's ever ridden; Hiccup is large enough to touch all the erogenous places that keep Jack moaning thinly but it's not too much, not painful like he could be. It's work to try and take him without proper prep but not impossible, as evidenced by the hard-on rubbing up against Hiccup's stomach, stiff and slick.

Jack grins as he hears You minx, breathy and broken as he eases down inch by inch, ass rocking gingerly. He doesn't care if he's giving a show, all that matters is the way it feels. ]

You feel so good, Hiccup, so hot ...

[ Literally; he has Jack sweating, white hair sticking to his temples and forehead, slicking his thighs. This lazy fucking on Hiccup's couch can last forever, as far as he's concerned. ]

[He's always been weirded out by what his last growth spurt did to his genitals, how big they became, always used to being the runt in both looks and down there. Somehow, hearing Jack's moans and high pitched voice makes him thankful for it, his mouth sliding up the underside of a jaw when it's presented to him, feeling Jack's new erection rubbing along his stomach. It comforts him to know he's not the only one already hard and heavy again, slipping the head of his cock out past the entrance and pushing back in again.

Thoughts rise in his head, thinking of all the things he could do with Jack, and he bets his student wouldn't object to a single one. He seems so enthralled with him for some reason, enough to risk jacking off in class. He could probably put a collar around his neck. No tag saying property of Hiccup or anything of course, due to the nature of this...thing, but a collar that could be worn without anybody questioning it.

Hiccup draws his fingers around the slim base of Jack's neck, the idea making him shiver as he rocks upward, nipping at the skin again and making his way down as far as he could without doubling over.]

This is...this is amazing...

[With each rock of his hips he pushes in a little more, a little deeper. His cock brushes against velvet walls that draw him in like a greedy whore, like he was made for Jack.]

You feel so good, Jack...

[ The fingers trailing around his neck make him shiver, as do the lips roaming down his chest. ]

Tha-That's it, oh God. You're in. [ Fully spitted on the long cock in Hiccup's lap, Jack tugs on auburn hair to get him back up, wanting his mouth for reassurance. ] Kiss me. Please.

[ His breathing hitches as he flexes his ass, stroking Hiccup without really moving, the walls around a come-slippery shaft tightening in a squeeze, again and again as Jack's body starts to accept he's staying put. He digs his knees into the couch and rocks back and forth without pulling off, groaning sharply as his sinuous, slim hips seek out the best way to move; lap-dancing has never been so important in his sex-life before.

It's only when his arms tense and brace around Hiccup's neck that Jack starts to ride him properly with shaky-legged enthusiasm from his bent thighs, the filthiest noises imaginable pouring into their kisses. It's so good that he even tries for a little levity, flashing him a smirk. ]

Sir ...

[ He doesn't have to call him that, no, but he does. He respects Hiccup as a lover and a teacher, so why not combine the both to have a little fun? ]

[The tug in his hair catches his attention and he draws himself back up to kiss Jack, full with lips and tongue and teeth in a way that makes it the filthiest kiss he's ever given anyone. And somehow he feels proud about that. His hands close around Jack's thighs, guiding him over his long, thick dick without much of a fuss as he looks up at the white haired boy with an odd sort of reverence, watching those hypnotic hips roll and suck him in like he lap dances for a living.

He knows he told Jack to call him by his name, but he doesn't object when he calls him Sir. Not in the least. It makes him hotter if that could be possible, growling deep in his throat in an almost possessive tone.]

As you were, Mister Frost.

[If they're going to play around with their positions, then Jack wasn't the only one who could do that.]

Show me you've been paying attention.

[ He cries out with a gasp as Hiccup locks down his thighs, giving Jack the leverage he needs to sit up and stretch, arms folding behind his head as his entire torso ripples with contracting and easing musculature, all of his body given over to the task of fucking himself over Hiccup. Two pink spots stain his cheeks with a heavy blush, the same wherever Hiccup's mouth has been over his skin. It's freeing, riding him naked with the air-con keeping Jack's nape cool as his ass (also pink and blushing mercilessly) burns with the poker-hot dick spearing him open, fucking up directly over that spot. He's so stretched. ]

Hiccup! Ah, ah ... Ah, fuck, I'm not gonna do any old normal homework this week, sir ... shit, right there, like that! Oh ...

[ Unscrewing his expression, one of utmost pleasure as his prostate is rubbed raw, Jack fixes Hiccup with a look and licks his lips, giving his hips a faster shunting pace, actively forcing his teacher deep inside. ]

Y-You'll fuck me every night after school, give me an A the next morning in class. [ How far can he push him, he wonders. Minx is right, wet skin smacking lewdly as his ass snaps down. ] This, ah! This is my homework. You a-a-ahh, fuck yes ... You are.

[Hiccup's head is swimming with the noises Jack is making as he fucks him, mouth hovering near his neck and letting hot breath ghost along fine skin. He feels almost embarrassed to be so new to this, that a part of him has already given himself so willingly over to his student. He licks his lips, murmurs leaving his throat in Norwegian as his language switch breaks, drawing his head up to brush his mouth along those pink spots on Jack's cheeks as his hands slide along thighs to cup at an ass sinking and rising along his cock. His fingers kneed at the muscle there, the sound of wet skin making him moan as much as the feel of the drag of skin on his dick is.

He feels feverish warm, capturing Jack's lips in another kiss that would make a nun blush, swallowing down those sexy noises one by one. He breaks it off almost as soon as he started it, half lidded pools of green lust looking at Jack as his hands trail up slim sides, wanting to flip the younger man over and fuck him but enjoying the sight just the same.]

I wouldn't be counting on A's yet. [The words are purred from his mouth before he can stop them, even as he cradles Jack as close as possible, rocking up into his student, feeling the tip of his cock brush against that spot inside him.] You need to show me you deserve them after all.

A-Alright, fine.

[ Not like he wasn't expecting a challenge.

Jack feels himself tighten just from looking in those deep green eyes, the kisses morphing into a second medium for unspoken I love yous as they fuck to a blissful pace of their own making. Hiccup is already adventurous, his hands are running up Jack's sensitive sides and making him feel safer than he ever has done during sex before.

He tips his chin up on a pitched whine as Hiccup rubs right over his bundle of nerves, arms looping once more around his lover's neck. Lipping at an ear as he bows back forward, he can't stop nuzzling him. ]

Pick a position, Hic. Right now, how'd you wanna fuck me?

[Hiccup is adventurous by nature. While most of the people in his village tended to be the stay there their whole lives type, Hiccup was already off exploring by the time he was thirteen, before deciding he wanted to become a teacher at 19. Sex is no different, he finds himself thinking as he pumps himself back and forth, in and out, sinking into heat that has him hypnotized.

The question makes his head swim, marveling that this wasn't the only position available. He had little knowledge on homosexual acts, yet can't deny the need in him right now. He breathes heavily against Jack's skin, biting his bottom lip as h answers.]

I want to fuck you on your back, so I can look at you. I want to fuck you over my desk while you read that atrocity you call homework out loud. [He shudders at the thought, voice coming out teasing and gruff.] What spell do you have me under, Frost?

[ Jack clings to him with a bone-deep shudder as he savors the imagery, and grinds down firmly so they can both benefit from the delicious friction of skin-on-skin. ]

Wish I knew.

[ He'd never take said spell off, if he did. Pale hands drag on Hiccup as Jack slants his weight to the side, encouraging Hiccup to slide on top without leaving the heat of their joining, bouncing atop him to get him paying attention. ]

I can help with the first part, at least ... Ah ...

[He follows the slanting of their weight, cradling Jack's lower half with one of his arms and nuzzling close to his neck. Shifting a cushion, he rests it under Jack's head, looming over him in the small space of the couch. His blood runs warm through his veins, heart pounding in his ears as he looks down at his student, lifting one leg to rest it around his waist. They're still joined, and Hiccup experimentally pulls out and pushes back in, tossing his hair back away from his face so it doesn't get in his eyes as he looks at his lover.]

How's that?

[He gives another couple of experimental thrusts, a slow rut in and out of the younger man.]

[ A hand palms down Hiccup's chest as Jack gasps and bites his lip with the rearranging, but it's suddenly so worth it when Hiccup is over him with hair flicking free of those deep green eyes, rubbing deeper than Jack can almost take it. His hips writhe as he arches his back, nails scoring down a stomach, and a cry wails free by way of an answer to fill the apartment, urgently bucking down to help Hiccup fuck him raw. The slowness is delicious, even if it's killing him. ]

Make every second count.

[ I've wanted this for so long. Jack bites his lip again and stretches out, the legs spread and curling around Hiccup's waist dragging him in. ]

[Make every second count. Hiccup plans on doing just that, pulling his squirming student against him and proceeding to fuck him in earnest, hips lifted high so his legs can wrap around his waist. He cradled Jack close, like if he let go the younger man would disappear, like he was something precious. Whatever carnal desires Jack had woken in him, they wanted to make sure he was well taken care of.

The couch shifts with his movement, or at least the cushions under his knees do. Hiccup starts to quicken his pace once he's got the hang of it, one hand gripping the back of the couch while the other presses against Jack's stomach, nails trailing down and scratching at flesh, stopping just above a happy trail leading down to the cock rubbing against his stomach.]

How badly do you want me to touch you?

[ It's like walking into an old house and knowing every angle of the doorframes, each corner and twist, all the views from the windows. Jack clings to Hiccup in earnest as he gives himself over to making love to him like this is the one place on earth he was meant to be, joined and complete. Familiarity and longing swells in his chest. He doesn't mean to cry, so he ignores the damp tracks down his temples from an overflow of emotion and tries to laugh through breathless moans. ]

Badly ... Been waiting so long, I — I missed you ...

[ That doesn't make any sense, he knows, shaking his head helplessly. I did though, I missed you. Missed us. I'm so weird, I'm sorry. Trying to make it up to him and prove he isn't a weirdo, he tugs him down for a hungry kiss and rides Hiccup harder. Don't listen to me. ]

[The words make him pause, but he passes it off as Jack being caught in the heat of the moment. It's enough to make Hiccup's head swim as well, but he catches sight of the tears. Hiccup tilts his head forward, kissing them away as he keeps thrusting, never letting up his pace. It feels like sinking into an old but familiar mattress, knowing every curve and where the good spots are.]

I missed you too.

[He says the words to ease Jack's worry that he sounds weird, caressing a hand through his white hair as his other keeps hold of his hips, holding him down so he can grind insistently against Jack's inner walls. Hiccup brushes his lips down over temples before they're snatched up into a kiss, returning it with equal hunger.]

[ He almost thinks he's misheard him, eyes flashing open at the ceiling while Hiccup kisses away Jack's tears; his chest hitches and he wraps his arms around him tightly, nearing his climax. The grinding has him whispering pleas and promises, Yours, I'm yours, Only want you, and that's when Jack groans into the kiss as he starts to tighten. ]

D-Don't stop —! Ah!

[ If Hiccup keeps that pace up, he won't have to wait much longer to feel far more of hot walls trying to milk him dry, the onset of Jack's pleasure burning him up from a simmer that he feels every single moment of. ]

[His knees feel like they're starting to burn from the material scratching at them as he fucks his student into oblivion, relishing know the feeling of arms wrapped around him. He likes this closeness he decides, wanting to hold Jack there forever but he knows he can't.

Hiccup wraps his hand around Jack's cock again, his own dick sliding slickly in and out thanks to sweat and the abuse that the younger boy's entrance is putting up with. His thumb digs into the slit at the head, remembering what Jack did for him when he took him into his mouth.]

Come for me. Don't hold back.

Hiccup ... !

[ A litany of loud moans flood the whole apartment as Jack comes powerfully, soaking a hand and his own chest in reams of come as he drifts into a blissful daze where there is nothing but his lover right there, with him, and the burn of being filled so completely that he forgets they were ever two separate beings. More realistically, everyone in the two flats above and below will know Hiccup is getting laid.

It's never been like this for Jack, not with anyone, and he loses himself to it with a carelessness that ought to frighten him. ]

[Hiccup feels like some part of a puzzle has been brought together, like this made everything click into place. He feels Jack squeeze around him and it doesn't take much before he's coming too. His load is released in his lover, spurts flooding walls as he leans his forehead down to touch Jack's, panting.

The adrenaline gone, he has to stop himself from collapsing on top of Jack. Instead, he pulls himself out as gently as he could, watching his release leak down to stain the couch before he flops onto his shoulder, leaning against the back. He's sticky, and gross. Actually they both are. Hiccup leans heavily against the couch, reaching up to push some of his hair back.]

[ Every single time before he has insisted his partners wear protection, so this is the first experience Jack has of being taken raw, the heat that builds enough to have him squirming and bucking even as Hiccup orgasms, pawing at his hair and shoulders. Bonelessly sagging against the couch as all that strength and molten warmth inevitably fades, his fingers drift along the dip of ribs as if to beckon him not to leave, but he's too tired to try.

Jack closes his eyes and tips his head to the side, hiding in Hiccup's neck. The stains of what they have done are now evidence on Hiccup's sofa, let alone in Jack's twitching, leaking ass, and he never imagined he would feel this small while still riding the waves of ecstasy. He said so many stupid things ...

Uncharacteristically quiet, he stays where he is and nuzzles a pulse, terrified of saying something to jolt them back into a reality where he can't have ... all this. ]

[The fingers running along his ribs makes him curve his body automatically, shifting so that he's closer to Jack. The boy draws him in like a siren, nuzzling his cheek gently as he wraps his arms around Jack and picks him up, gentle and careful so that he doesn't jar his student. He cradles Jack close, a kiss lingering against a cheek as he carries him out of the lounge room and deeper into his apartment.

He doesn't really know what to think about all this - he just had sex with a student. He could get fired if anyone found out. He said so many stupid things that he really shouldn't be allowed to talk. Reaching into the bathroom to grab a towel, he replaces his arm back around Jack's body, crossing the short distance to his bed and laying him down gently.

With care, he starts wiping the come from Jack's body, grazing the towel softly along his stomach and across his abdomen, wiping sweat from his legs and gently lifting his hips to place it under his backside while come flows freely. They can have a shower later, he thinks to himself as he ducks into the bathroom to snag another towel for himself, returning to the bedroom with it draped modestly around his lower half.

He opens his mouth, about to say something before he closes it. What can he say? Nothing really. His stomach churns with guilt, even as he leans down to run his lips softly along Jack's jaw, taking the spot next to him on the bed.]

[ At first Jack is a tense bundle of uncertainty, hissing and biting his lip to try and stay quiet as he obediently remains curled around Hiccup, carried into the bedroom. With his heartbeat tripping, blushing bright pink like never before, he lets Hiccup take care of him and holds in any would-be clever retorts, blue eyes wide and staring all throughout the silence; even the way Jack pants and swallows sounds terribly loud to his own ears.

Shoulders hunched where he reclines back on the bed, he drapes the towel over his crotch as Hiccup dips the bed to lie down at his side and can't stop the intensity in the kiss that plasters itself against a cheek, nose squashed against bristly stubble as his warm mouth slips lower, all the way down to pluck wetly at succulent lips. He's exhausted, but never enough to not want kisses, coaxing him to lie down with them.

Sniffing, he forces a shy chuckle. Pale fingers trace a happy trail, circling Hiccup's navel above the other towel. ]

Tell me about yourself?

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. ]

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