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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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[ Stretching out against Hiccup as he hears I'll breed you and realizes, Shit, I do have a kink for this rubbish, Jack nods at the hope of calling in sick tomorrow and instead of studying getting his ass devastated however Hiccup pleases.

Finally allowed to come, he tips his head back on a shoulder and manages to do so silently for the most part, high-pitched gasps eking free now and then as his cock paints the old paint on the wall in thick stripes, balls drawing up and ass turning vicelike around his boyfriend to keep him right there. It doesn't feel like the orgasm is going to end any time soon, even when he runs out of come and his dick spits stray globs instead, trying to relinquish more than he can produce from his shivering, wrecked figure. ]

[Hiccup manages to catch some of it in his hand that curves around the tip of his lover's cock as he comes, only taking it back to grip tightly on his hip, smearing the collected cum over bony sides as he releases inside his boyfriend. Biting down on his lip, Hiccup has to bite back his own moans, low and guttural as he comes. Not as much as he could with the sheath, but enough to paint Jack's insides until later.

Panting softly, he leans forward as he pulls out, cradling Jack so he doesn't slump to the floor and kissing the back of his neck, murmuring against his skin.]

How was that, love?

[ The sensation of being filled with Hiccup's hot come is unlike anything else, better than he imagines every single time he gets to have him. He wriggles back, ass pressed firmly over a pelvis bone, spread for Hiccup to rut into, while the kisses shortly after along his neck have him sighing out unsteadily so as not to moan and give them away. ]

Perfect. [ Nuzzling him without a care for his sullied hip or the harsh breathing, Jack noses against a temple as he half-turns and pets through Hiccup's hair with the hand previously fisted in auburn locks by the arm arching backwards. ] I ... I wish we were in bed, Hic ...

[ To do nothing but laze about on each other, to kiss and cuddle. But the class is still chatting away behind the utility closet's door, and Jack complains about it with a whimper of protest, squeezing the dick buried in his ass. ]

I know. I do too.

[Wishes they were home so they could snuggle in bed or on the couch, cuddle and murmur against each other's mouths. The utility closet is no place for cuddling, especially not at school. He turns Jack around gently so that they can nuzzle for a minute, pressing his lips gently to a sweaty temple as he holds his boyfriend close.]

We'll be in bed tonight. I'll do whatever you want me to.

[ Snuggling in the closet is something that makes him smile, breathing in the scent of sex and sweat, lipping at a cheek of stubble. Sighing at length, Jack eventually wiggles his sore ass and chuckles. ]

You've gotta let me go if you want me to clean up.

[He chuckles and kisses a cheek before he pulls away reluctantly, using a hand to wipe any excess come off his dick and his free one to pull his hankie out of his pocket, wiping his hand with that. Hiccup fixes his jeans and shirt, brushing down his hair before he looks at his lover with a raised eyebrow.]

Do I look normal?

[ Jack remains leaning heavily on the clean part of the wall as he watches Hiccup tidy up. Having thought ahead, there's a pack of tissues on a shelf nearby, but for now he enjoys the feeling of come sliding slowly down his thighs as he watches Hiccup (flushed, hair mussed, languid as hell) try and seem normal. ]

You look like you just got laid.

[ Snickering, he reaches up a clean hand to start patting down rogue tufts of hair. ]

You're going to be the death of me.

[It's said fondly, though with a little bit of exhaustion, if the look on his face is any indication. Hiccup manages to smile a his hair is patted down, leaning in to steal a kiss from his lover, chaste as it is.]

[ Nuzzling noses, after the kiss, he slouches back and nods to the door, tugging aimlessly on Hiccup's shirt. ]

Go on, tell them I made a mess with the boxes and have to clean it up. It's not a lie.

[He laughs a little and kisses him again, hand coming up to cup his cheek before pulling away and raising his voice in a slightly chiding tone.]

I'll see you after school, Mister Frost.

[With a wink, he exits the utility cupboard, trying hard not to look like he'd just gotten laid.]

[The rest of the day drags on for far too long after that, Hiccup finding it hard to concentrate on his classes. Finally the bell rings, after taking seemingly forever to do so, and he calls out to remind his students about their homework as they flee the classroom. He rolls his eyes, beginning to pack up his books and eager to get out of there himself.

They agreed that taking separate routes to home would be the best option for keeping this under wraps, so by the time Jack gets home, Hiccup has already washed and cooked a bit of dinner, his KISS THE COOK apron wrapped over the top of his torso as he cooks. Just a plain old chicken and rice dinner, but he turns his head when he hears the door open, placing a hand on his hip as his other continues to stir the rice.]

Welcome home.

[ Aching throughout the day but of the opinion everything has been worth it, he arrives back to wander into the kitchen and give Hiccup an approving double-take, setting his bag on the counter. ]

Thanks. [ That apron does little to hide bare freckled shoulders, and he immediately smears his lips across them in kisses, pressing up behind him with a chuckle. Fingers hook in the waistband of trousers, giving a tug as he espies the food. ] Ahw, honey, you cooked.

I figured you'd be hungry after that little romp in the storage room.

[He tilts his head back against Jack's shoulder as his own are lavished in kisses, reaching with hs free hand to stroke his fingers through Jack's hair. What was better than chicken and rice as an energy boosting meal? His hips move his ass back against the body pressing up behind him, rubbing Jack with a hum.]

You're right, I am. I had a long journey home and it made me miss you even more.

[ Nuzzling up behind an ear, he nips the lobe and takes both of Hiccup's hips in his hands to drag him against the front of his jeans, the line of his dick soft but noticeable whenever Jack rubs against him. It's a languid pace, one that makes him smile, with more to do with comfort than sex. ]

Thank you for today, I loved it.

[ He's too greedy, he knows, and Hiccup is so good to him when he really need not be. ]

Mmm well who am I to deny food?

[That would just be cruel. His breath jumps as he finds his hips taken hold of, encouraging the rubs by squeezing the cheeks of his ass along the firm front of Jack's jeans. His pants are loose, tossed on after he got home and got himself ready before setting up the food. I'm never going to get used to this. Hiccup tilts his head back, looking at Jack over his shoulder as he turns the pot off.]

You're welcome. I'll admit, it was exciting.

[He wants to ask if anyone said anything after to Jack but that would ruin the illusion that the got away with some so ridiculous. Instead, he swats at one of the hands on his hips.]

Now let me make dinner and I'll ride you however you want.

[ Smirking against a neck, Jack refuses to be budged (naturally) and even drags Hiccup by the hips so he has to feel the twitch of interest a cock gives. ]

What if I've already found what I want to eat? [ He palms boldly around the front of slacks, grin blinking wide as he rubs against a much harder, ridged dick than usual. ] ... Heh. Sure you're not the one who wants to do the riding, dragon-rider?

[He makes a small noise of protest when he's pulled back from grabbing the sifter, eyes fluttering at the feel of Jack's dick twitching against his ass. Hiccup's eyes shift, looking at his lover with the lashes half lowered.]

You're not the only one who can get himself ready. [His voice comes out in a purr as he lifts his hips, arching his pelvis against the palming hand.] Besides, I thought you wanted to be bred.

... You'd better turn off all those appliances right now, pal.

[ Shivering against him, he drags down those slacks to squeeze Hiccup's ass in both hands, a firm bite lodging in the curve of his neck. Bred. They're so fucking weird and Jack can't find it within himself to mind one jot, muffling a noise of assent. ]

At least let me drain the rice first so it doesn't get gross.

[They are definitely weird and Hiccup takes the chance to do that before Jack can protest, a noise coming from him as his slacks are pulled down and his ass is taken into cold hands. Once that's done and the strainer and rice are sitting on the pot, he turns his attention back to his boyfriend, turning around in his grasp so that he can kiss him properly, hand sliding up to grasp the back of Jack's neck.

They're definitely weird, but he doesn't really care at this point (besides it's Jack's fault for buying the dragon in the first place, so there).]

Oh, no, save the rice ...

[ Laughing as he watches Hiccup fuss, his chuckles are muffled by a deep, invasive kiss that gets him moaning from the start, hands grasping greedily at that ass. He drags him in to start rocking his half-hard cock against the firm line of rubber hidden beneath Hiccup's slacks, breathless as he lets himself fall prey to their private games. He never thought he would be so eager to have someone roleplay like this in the bedroom, but Hiccup is certainly full of surprises.

Jack's back bumps a counter and he uses it to brace his hips as he ruts in, biting kisses echoing urgent thrusts and lips sticky-wet, sliding over each other. ]

Big bad dragon, huh? I'm not scared yet ...

[Hiccup lets his lover drag him in as soon as the rice is done, turning his body so Jack has its full attention as he ruts, causing him to moan into the kiss, fingers tugging at those tight brown jeans. His hands move around to grasp at an ass, hips jutting into an arch as the rubber rubbed along his cocky with the motions.

He never really considered himself much of a bedroom roleplayer. Nothing had ever appealed to him before Jack stepped into his life. He hums the Big Bad Wolf tune, lips moving along a jaw as his fingers work on getting Jack's jeans off.]

You should be. [He's had all day to think of this, a low grow coming from his throat for emphasis.] I've heard he's ferocious, unforgiving. He'll take you and wreck you.

[ Laughing into his boyfriend's mouth, he smooths his hands up the width of broad shoulders and hangs on as they rock together in a haze of pleasure, giggles bubbling up when his jaw is nuzzled. ]

Wreck me? Oho, he sounds dangerous, you're right ... Mmm ...

[ Wriggling his hips to get the brown jeans off, or at least trapped around his thighs, he arches in to let Hiccup feel the press of his erection and nibbles on an ear. ]

Is his name Hiksti, by any chance?

[The rocking is enough to get him semi hard, noises coming from his mouth as his breath becomes warm, mouth hovering along his lover's neck. His finger hooks in the loose band of Jack's pants, dragging it down over his cock with half lidded eyes and a poke of his tongue out of his mouth.]

Aye, it is.

[He presses his mouth over Jack's again, fingers running along the underside of his boyfriend's cock before taking hold of it and starting to pump him to full hardness. He braces his own against Jack's hip, grinding the rubber against his thigh.]

Mmm ... ah, Hic ...

[ The pressure is delicious, the hand around his dick a magnet for all the blood south of his neck as he hardens fully, easily, with the weight of Hiccup rubbing at his hip. Shifting against him, Jack reaches down to grasp at an ass, pulling him in close so there isn't a whisper of space left between them as the kiss becomes an unspoken I love you.

He'd be happy to languish here forever, just like this. Instead, he murmurs, ] Bedroom?

Bedroom.

[It's rasped against another mouth as Hiccup reluctantly pulls his hand away from Jack's cock, dragging his thumb over the head last before he reaches to take hold of a hand, unhooking the apron from around his neck and torso and dumping it on the floor. He'll pick it up later. Right now, he has a lover to attend to.

The bedroom is darkly lit, feeling like a cave as he leads Jack over to the bed. With a kiss, he pushes the white haired young man towards the foot of the bed, hovering over him as he pushes him back enough so that his knees hit the bed. Breathlessly, he leans down to nip at an ear, murmuring into it.]

How do you want this?

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