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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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[Hiccup takes surprisingly long in the shower for someone who has short hair - possibly the most difficult thing being getting everything out of his ass. Still, he does spend a fair bit of time thinking, while the water runs down over his face and washes the shampoo from his hair. The butterflies in his stomach are gone, washed away by the warm water dripping down his body, and he lets his shoulders slack, shaking his head.

By the time he steps out of his shower, his stomach is rumbling, and he wraps a towel low around his waist and walks into the kitchen with one rubbing his hair dry just in time to see Jack say goodbye to someone at the door. He pauses, letting the towel in his hands fall to his neck.]

Who was that?

I went shopping! Hope you like tomatoes on toast.

[ Carrying the bags indoors, Jack dumps them on the side and starts making them breakfast, entirely at ease in Hiccup's space (whether his kitchen or his ass). ]

Want some juice? You kind of lacked ... anything edible or in-date. You can keep it all, I just thought we could use something so we don't have to go out, if you're staying in. You ... are staying in, right?

Uh, yeah. I sent another teacher a text saying I was sick and needed my classes covered.

[He's a little baffled by how at home Jack has made himself in the last few hours, then again everything about Jack baffles him. Hiccup has the decency to smile sheepishly when he hears nothing in his cupboard was edible or in-date, walking further into the kitchen until he's behind Jack, wrapping his arms around his waist and giving a peck on his shoulder as he watches him make breakfast.]

And tomatoes on toast is fine.

[ There's little point being shy when he was fucking Hiccup with a dragon dildo recently; when he thinks about it like that, feeding him is the least of their worries. ]

You smell nice and I probably stink.

[ Tipping his head back, he nuzzles a cheek and pecks him there while keeping his lips shut, not wanting his bed-breath to pass over as Jack sorts out the toast and slices up thick tomatoes. ]

There's always another shower later.

[He doesn't hide the purr in his voice as he hums the words, finding himself very uncaring. There wasn't much use in being shy nor was there much use in being naive about this whole thing. He's had an entire shower to think about it like that. Hiccup returns the nuzzle, already feeling like they were lovers long past as his hands wander and find hips.]

Gods those smell nice...

If you say so.

[ Smirking at the thought of taking his shower with his new lover, he half-turns to mouth his way along a jawline with sticky kisses, a hand sliding up Hiccup's back as Jack absently turns around their grilling breakfast. The hands on his hips are lovely encouragement, and the purr in Hiccup's voice reels him in hopelessly. ]

You look really sick today, you're right. [ So ill, in fact, Jack has to suck a love-bite onto Hiccup's neck. A blanketed thigh slides between his teacher's legs, shifting with him as he stretches. ] It's my prognosis you should stay in bed ... with me.

Oh no, whatever shall I do all day?

[He sounds distressed. Only not. The thigh sliding between his legs makes him slip them open a bit more, still keeping his hands on his lover's hips as he feels one trailing up his back. His head tilts back, humming deep in his throat as a hickey is sucked into life along his throat. His thumbs graze over the height of hip bones, pressing kisses down along the side of a face.]

I might need a nurse to take care of me...

Y'know, every single time you spread your legs, I want to fuck you back into screaming my name.

[ Murmuring his thoughts aloud against scratchy skin, his tongue rasps as Jack licks over his work, a nice pink bruise that will turn purple by tomorrow. Switching off the grill with barely a glance, the hand sliding up and down Hiccup's back rakes its nails into the dip as Jack's hips are teased, a low noise pouring over the curve of a neck. ]

Breakfast. Then another shower for you. How's that sound?

Sounds perfect.

[And it really does. He could get used to this, he thinks to himself, biting his lip back against saying something in regards to spreading his legs for his younger lover. He was a little embarrassed about how easily he'd come undone, how it had only taken a touch and a toy for him to roll over and beg, but he doesn't think too hard on it. If he thinks too hard, he'll start feeling that little bubble of regret in his stomach again.

Reluctantly and with another peck on his partner's neck, Hiccup pulls away and fetches a couple of plates from the cupboards, really only having two to begin with. As he reaches up, his towel around his hips slips slightly, not that he pays attention to it as he nudge the door closed and turns his attention back to Jack.]

Man, I didn't realize how hungry I was until now. You know how to give a guy an appetite.

[ He tilts his head on his shoulder as Hiccup swans off to find the plates, a little dreamy and a little lusty again. Jack hums and uses his fingertips to drop the toast on the plates, the tomato steaming and butter burned gold. It does smell good, and they have a couple of slices each to fill up on.

The sight of himself in the bedsheet probably isn't too arresting, at least not as much as Hiccup in a towel. ]

I'm relieved you're starving, in that case. [ Rooting out two glasses, he pours them some juice and leans forward on the counter to start munching his breakfast. ] Do you wanna do me later?

[ MUNCHMUNCHMUNCH, super casually dropping that in there. Don't choke, Hic. ]

[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.

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