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

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

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

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

[ Tugging them oooon ... ]

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

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

How do they fit?

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

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

[ Barring each other. ]

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

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

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

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

I know.

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

It's only a textbook. It can wait.

I — I didn't mean we can't sit and talk, or whatever else, I could help you do some work? If you were up for that. I'm not just here to ... y'know, I'm here for the long haul, and.

Augh, fuck, okay. [ Giving up on trying to be a good boyfriend, he rakes his nails along the back of Hiccup's neck as his crotch is firmly palmed, hardening faster than he ever can alone. Arching in is pure instinct; if Hiccup's hand strays south, it's guaranteed he'll have Jack squirming. ] Ignore everything I say.

[ Not that he's saying much while shivering under a lapping tongue, sliding his own in a damp swipe up the curve of Hiccup's neck with another eager groan on its tail. ]

If you helped me with grading, I can guarantee I'll never get any work done anyway so what's the point?

[The words come out of him in a sort of half moan, warm breath ghosting over Jack's neck as his index finger pokes itself into the front of his jeans, drawing them as close as they can get. One knee slips between Jack's legs, joining his hand in a rut that seems reminiscent of their earlier romp on his couch, before he starts sinking down to his knees, lips trailing kisses down, down, down to the faint happy trail arching up out of them.]

Give everyone A's? [ The noises leaving Jack grow in intensity, smearing over freckled skin that he can't taste enough of. Just as he's about to introduce his mouth to an ear Hiccup slides in so fucking sleekly and Jack buckles against him, the frottage even more delicious when he has enough room in borrowed jeans to rub all over that hand and thigh. As he hardens, the tip starts to show over the sagging waistband with every thrust forward. ] H-Hiccup ...

[ Biting his lip to stay a moan, his curled lip relaxes as the pressure suddenly eases. ]

Wait — oh.

[ So he threads his fingers through lush auburn hair instead, barely needing to guide him to the pink cockhead ever so slightly on view over dark denim. Jack waits like a rubber band tensed to spring, knees locking at the sight of Hiccup on his. ]

[The noises are music to his ears that he feels almost reluctant to let go of Jack and sink, feeling a hand slide into his hair as he does. He's a little nervous - he's never done this before after all - but Hiccup presses his mouth to the front of his jeans, following the outline of his boyfriend's cock as he sinks to his knees completely.

With the hand in his hair and moans in his ears as encouragement, Hiccup starts to play. He mouths along the front of jeans, tongue following and licking from root to tip before he reaches up, undoing the button and zipper while looking up at Jack. Slowly, teasingly, he draws the hem of the jeans down, exposing Jack's cock, and he hesitated a little before taking the very tip into his mouth.]

Ah. Ah, Hic ...

[ Head tipping back on a gasp, he tightens his grip in that lovely soft hair and has to put concentrated effort into not tugging too hard, quickly staring back down as he rocks his jeans forward. Hiccup's jeans. Same difference. His breathing turns into a litany of labored sighs when the denim is peeled open and his dick stands out proudly, long and stiff, pushing a little past those pretty lips as they suckle on the tip.

Jack's voice pitches higher, cracking, and he traces lightly over where Hiccup's mouth meets his skin. ]

That's it, babe, suck on it ... get it wet, mmm ...

[ Hiccup's inexperience is an additional turn-on, sparking through Jack's like wildfire as he realizes no one else has ever had this. No man, anyway. ]

[It doesn't taste as horrible as he thought it would. A little salty, a bit damp from the shower. Astrid had said it tasted like sand paper, but maybe the taste differed from person to person. The hand in his hair is encouraging and he sucks around the tip one more time before pulling off to tilt his head and lick from root to tip, no jeans stopping him this time.

Hiccup's hands come up to take hold of Jack's hips as he lavished attention on his boyfriend's cock, even going so far as to suck on his balls, mouth moving over them before he took in Jack's dick again. Taking it in a little deeper than just the tip this time, he hollowed his cheeks like he'd seen Jack do before, starting to suck.]

[ Jack is in heaven. The whole time Hiccup's curious mouth is painting him in spit and suction, Jack's own hangs open and lets the apartment next door know exactly what's happening, loud and uncaring as he moves against that hot mouth with his brain switched off. ]

You're a fucking natural at sucking cock, oh God, y-yeah, get my balls too, rub your lips over them. Mmngh. Shit, you hot little bitch ...

[ Panting harshly by the time Hiccup travels north and takes in a few inches, Jack widens his stance and rocks gently, encouraging him with petting hands all through thick red hair and clutching at shoulders. Hard and leaking clear, tacky precome, he rubs his slit over Hiccup's lips to get them shining. ]

Close your eyes, pretend we're in your office. [ Jack's stomach tenses, dick jumping with want before he offers it back and lets the fantasy spiral. ] Yeah. I'm in your chair and you're blowing me under the table, people are passing by the door ... fffuck, let's do that, Hic, suck me off at school.

[ His tone lowers to a purr as Jack cradles the back of Hiccup's head and finds a rhythm with his naked hips, push and pull. ]

Suck me off, sir.

[Suck me off, sir. The words send shivers down his spine, his eyes fluttering closed as he let himself sink into the fantasy Jack has so easily built up around them. He can almost imagine the noise from the bell, the scampering of students past his office. One of his hands reaches down to palm himself through his jeans, lips puffy, wet and shining with spit and pre.

He opens his mouth to resume his sucking, tongue running along the underside where he can feel the thick vein pulse to his ministrations. He slides his tongue experimentally around the edge of Jack's foreskin, his free hand coming to cup around what he can't reach and twisting, pulling as he looks up at his lover, green eyes shining.]

Keep talking. [His voice is raspy, and he clears his throat.] And I'll have to give you detention for giving me smack.

Ugh.

[ He shivers when a tongue pushes back his remaining foreskin, hardening the rest of the way with a stifled cry, every inch of his cock stretched taut. Thin skin, thickly veined, and he moans without thinking as he gazes down at the man whose hair he's twisting. ]

Give me all the detentions you want, each time we can fuck. Fuck right until the bell sounds and you're still buried inside me as people rattle the door, trying to get in. [ Jack whines, rubbing his shaft against Hiccup's cheek. ] And you've got me right over your desk, shit, shit ...

[ A thick bead of pre forms, slicking over Hiccup's jaw. His temper and lust mingle. ]

When was the last time you fucked anyone? Don't you want me? I w-waited in the shower, you didn't take me ... I thought about fucking leaving, thought ... thought I'd done something stupid because I had to use my fingers and not your cock.

[ Well, now that's confessed. ]

[It's that last part that makes Hiccup shoot up to stand and tug on hips and kiss him deeply, putting every bit of need and greed that he's felt in the last few hours into that kiss, tongue pushing into Jack's mouth without asking. He doesn't really care about the bead of pre slipping down his cheek or the way his cock throbs in his jeans.

He pours every feeling he's ever been capable of into the kiss, tongue swiping over Jack's and letting him taste himself as he propels him back towards the bed, falling on top of him when his knees hit the edge but keeping himself up by putting his hands out onto the mattress to catch himself.

Hiccup pulls his head back just slightly, hair messy from having fingers run through it, lips parted a little. His breathing shallows, hand spreading out over Jack's torso as he presses a kiss to his neck.]

I'm going to fuck you. [His voice is low, husky as his hands take hold of slim thighs.] I'm going to take you so that next time your body will remember my dick. I'm going to buy you a toy the same length and have you sit on it in class while your classmates have no fucking clue.

[ Jack's world turns upside-down when Hiccup surges up from mere teasing to taking him with a soul-searing kiss, harsh breaths panting out against a damp cheek as Jack moans helplessly and answers it in kind, hardly noticing when the bed rises up behind him but for the delicious weight of his lover on top. He kicks off the jeans and spreads his legs wide, running his hands over Hiccup's to feel the way he wants him open, the strength and insistence in that grip. ]

I'm prepped. [ Guiding Hiccup's right hand between parted legs to his hole, it's slick and stretchier than usual after Jack's exploits in a hot shower. ] Just put it in.

[ His words come out thin and begging, blue eyes wide and needy. Pale hands scrabble at Hiccup's trousers to simply shuck them down far enough and he purrs against his lips to keep him fired up. Hiccup's a nice guy, he probably hasn't gotten to put his dick in anything better than his hand since Astrid left, who knows how backed up he is. Jack wants to take care of that. ]

Hiksti ...

[His breathing turns a little ragged when he feels his fingers brush against Jack's open hole, pressing kisses along his lover's jaw and neck as he drags his jeans off the rest of the way and kicking them to the floor, tugging his shirt off in a need to feel skin on skin. He sinks his fingers in past the entrance, past the first knuckle before he pulls his fingers away, spreading Jack's legs as far as they can go.

His cock is rigid, easy to put against his lover's opening and sink in past the head, before he pulls back and pushes in a little further, following the same pattern each time until he's sunk all the way in. It's true, he hasn't had anything other than his hand (and some nights the dragon dildo), and he leans over to kiss Jack as he buries himself to the hilt, taking care of any moans that leave his student.]

Jack...

[ A soft sob leaves him as fingers explore, his hole still twitching when Hiccup breaches him with a thick cockhead. Jack's hair scrubs the bed as he cries out, arms draping over a pair of freckled shoulders to help drag him in each time, agile hips circling and bucking like he couldn't have been paid to be more eager.

Fully sheathed, Hiccup has Jack moaning constantly, loud enough for irritated knocks to come from the other side of the wall behind his head. If Hiccup has been dreaming of willing partners all this time, or even doubting his own prowess after losing Astrid, Jack deliberately tightens his ass as he's filled to the brim and doesn't quiet for a second. His nails scratch at a spine, chest heaving. ]

Do you like it like this, babe? This ... [ Regardless of any painful twinges, Jack aligns their noses to catch Hiccup's gaze and rolls his hips over him, heels digging into the bed. ] Y-Yeah?

[It's a little embarrassing when there's knocks happening on the other side of the wall and Hiccup has to bite his bottom lip to stop himself from calling out an apology. Instead, he releases a loud moan, cheeks colouring a bit as he realizes that's probably not going to keep him on good terms with his neighbours. His fingers take hold of the underside of Jack's knees, returning the nose brush as he bucks consistently against Jack's prostate.]

I love it.

[The nails scratching against his back and the way Jack cries out for him is a definite ego boost, back arching into his fingers as his hips continue to thrust and bury himself in at the hilt. His head lowers and he scrapes his teeth along Jack's neck, biting and kneading to leave marks as the bed rocks underneath them.]

Ah, a-ah! Ahh ... !

[ Jack, meanwhile, makes no effort to stay quiet, his yelps of pleasure heightening with each drag of a shaft over his sweet spot. The bed creaks as Hiccup drives deep, and Jack reaches a hand down to grab at an ass and help tug him back in on each forceful thrust, his walls rippling with sensation that rubs over Hiccup like Jack was made to milk him dry.

With his legs high in the air and terse fists holding him open under the bend of his knees, precome spills from him almost like the real thing, smearing on his belly to run down his hips. ]

Hiccup! Hiccup, yes! Yes! [ More knocks. Jack grin returns as he moans long and low and loud. ] Fuck me with your big dick ...

[ His snickering buries next to a temple, when he actually finds himself able to draw enough breath to laugh. ]

You are going to get me into so much trouble.

[The words might sound scolding but they're muffled in laughter, burying his face in the crook of Jack's neck as he trails his lips down along it, the bed shaking under them with each thrust as he finds his cock held in a tight ass in a way that makes him moan unabashedly. His breath ghosts along Jack's skin, fingers digging bruises into thighs.

One of his hands snakes around to take hold of Jack's cock, forming a tight ring around the base as he kisses his lover softly, murmuring a not yet against his mouth as the bed squeaks and groans as much as they are.]

You're mine. [The words are murmured before he can stop them, mouthing Jack's lips as he attempts to swallow every moan that leaves him.] Say it.

[ He gasps when his cock is taken in-hand, then whimpers when he's denied. Being fucked harder than he remembers in a long, long time and unable to come, it's a sweet nightmare. In the ring of Hiccup's fingers, Jack's dick throbs with his pounding heartbeat.

Sliding his embrace around a back, the pleasure builds to a crescendo that has Jack a wreck underneath Hiccup, mouth hanging open and eyes glazed as his ass is rutted raw. ]

I-I'm yours, yours ... H-Hic, I love you. Please ... Please, lie to me, say it back! Please.

[Hiccup buries his face in the side of a neck, inhaling the scent of his lover, one hand on his thigh and the other wrapped around his cock. For a moment, he pauses at the words, tilting his head to look at Jack properly. The hand unwraps as he presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth, bowing his head so Jack can look at his eyes.]

I love you.

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