A prompt I got in the reviews of 'Dragon Lady'. Jon, this ones for you!
Hiccup + Eret, modern AU. Meeting in a gay bar.
May end up with added material, at this point it's a one shot though.
Warnings for... well, gay sex. With anal stuff and blowjobs, fingering and all that fun stuff. Turn away now if two penis-bearing males having sexual intercourse is not your thing.
-HTTYD-
Eret knew this was a bad idea.
There were hundreds of people and he knew none of them, which had seemed an appealing prospect when thinking how he wasn't quite ready to 'come out', still coming to grips with his sexuality but his libido had been in full control when Eret decided to take a trip to the local club, rather aptly named 'Rainbows'.
Now however, he was regretting the decision entirely. It seemed easier when he hadn't thought about the fact there would be talking to people. You had to speak to them before you ended up doing sex stuff, he realised.
Eret wasn't generally shy, but he was feeling massively out of his depth right now. How did anyone do this? Was there some secret etiquette about how to display what you were looking for? Wiping sweaty palms on his jeans, he thought maybe a little alcohol would at least numb his nerves if not actually steady them.
"Not seen you here before."
He was about to turn to the gruff voice, when a more nasal one came from the other side.
"And we'll never see him again if you scare him off Jason."
"Leave off Kray, you overgrown dungbeetle."
Eret found himself almost surrounded by four or five guys, each giving him a lecherous look. Two were balding, one wore glasses, one of them smelled bad and all of them gave him the creeps. Before he got the chance to try and find a word that wasn't "help!", Baldy no1 and Glasses were both shoved aside by a slender brunette with a harsh pout on his lips.
"You guys are awful. Hint; when a guy looks terrified, you're doing it wrong."
"Nobody asked you peg leg!"
"Paul, I'm pretty sure I can get you thrown out if you like for feeling up that eighteen year old. All of you, get lost."
Eret blinked as the brunette - not even looking at him - chased off the swarm of creeps, several of them muttering something that sounded oddly like "fucking Hiccup". Finally, the brunette turned back to Eret, harsh expression melting into a friendly smile.
"Sorry, some of these guys can smell fresh meat. I'm Henry, but you may have heard I'm more well known as Hiccup."
"Uh, Eret. Is it that obvious I'm new?"
"Most of the crowd here are regulars. Then we get the tourists, the closet cases and of course, the newbies. I like to make sure the scavengers are chased off, because I was there one time and it wasn't fun. Come get a drink, no pressure?"
Eret followed rather dumbly, but 'Hiccup' gently nudged him to order himself a drink. Eret ordered two - a beer, and a shot of something stronger to steel him before he completely freaked out. He noticed Hiccup only ordered a coke, no alcohol.
"You don't drink?"
The brown hair practically bounced in mid air as he shook his head, somehow looking elegant and messy all at once.
"Not often. I come here to breathe, my mom's alright with my sexuality but the rest of my family aren't. That wears on a guy after a while. So... newly out or just newly realised?"
Eret took a mouthful of his beer as Hiccup leant against a corner currently unoccupied, just about quiet enough that they could hear each other talk.
"The second. I uh, haven't told anyone yet."
"Just in case. Until you're sure. Don't want to risk a bad reaction if it turns out to be sexual frustration or temporary insanity?"
Eret blinked. That was... basically his exact thought process.
"How did you-"
"Most of us have gone through that cycle buddy. I know it's a big scary thing, but you are who you are. You're not the first gay man ever."
"Huh. Guess so."
Hiccup tilted his head, smiling comfortingly.
"You wanna dance? I promise to scare away the really bad guys, but you can have a look and see if anyone takes your fancy without looking lonely."
"Promise to tell me if they are going to kidnap me and lock me in a fridge?"
Hiccup chuckled, draining the last of his glass.
"Sure. Oh, wait... do you have a preference?"
"For what?"
Something cheeky covered Hiccup's expression, but he didn't mock Eret for what he realised was an obvious question in a place like this.
"Well. Top or bottom? Some guys are switch hitters, but others are quite rigid to their preference."
"Well, I haven't really thought about that."
"Fair enough. Let it happen naturally, you'll usually work it out easy enough."
That sounded vaguely terrifying, if he was honest, but Eret drained his beer and placed the empty up on an empty table so it wasn't left on the floor, then let a gentle but persistent Hiccup lead him to the dance floor.
At least nobody could see how he couldn't dance, because there were so many people that he probably just vanished into the sea of bodies. Hiccup looked utterly at ease in the sea, eyes closed and body moving, clearly in his element in this environment that scared the wits out of Eret.
Green eyes opened and caught him staring, making Eret feel awkward and 'caught', swallowing heavily. Hiccup shook his head, grabbed hold of Eret and turned him around. It felt very strange to have a male body pressed up against his back, though not as scary as he had expected. Huh.
"Relax."
The word was breathed against his neck, warm breath condensing on his skin and sending a shudder down his spine. It felt alien, but his body followed Hiccup's guide until he was moving in time with the sea, blending into the crowd and he realised - he didn't stand out like he expected he would. Nobody was even really looking at him, everyone simply feeling the beat of the music and moving with it.
It even took him a minute to notice something shifting, what he assumed was Hiccup's zipper becoming a little too firm and insistent against his backside. Eret felt mildly terrified to realise someone was effectively pressing a suggestion into him, but at least he wasn't repulsive. And Hiccup's attitude wasn't one of coercing or pushing, he wasn't groping Eret, he was barely even touching him. Just hands on his hips, keeping him aware that Hiccup was there.
Even when Eret turned around to look at Hiccup, he was relaxed, open. If Eret wanted anything to happen, he had to start it. If he couldn't still feel an erection digging into his thigh, Eret would never have had the nerve to do a thing, but... he could probably do much worse than Hiccup for his first venture into homosexuality. Like the swarm of 'scavengers' he had been swooped in on when he first came in. Marshalling his nerve, Eret leant in and kissed him. He didn't know what else to do.
Hiccup responded gently, but there was an insistent pressure on his lips. Hiccup tasted sweet and syrupy from his coke, not making another move until Eret reached for his waist; he only knew how to kiss girls. It wasn't that different, the slight scrape of stubble against his jaw oddly thrilling and the swipe of a tongue across his lip making his stomach do somersaults.
They ended up outside before Eret started to realise - he could be about to go home with a stranger. He wasn't drunk, but he was unbelievably naive in comparison to pretty much every other guy in the bar. Was this going to be a bad idea?
"Hey."
Hiccup nudged his arm, jolting Eret out of his reverie.
"Huh?"
"If you want, I'll just drive you home. No pressure. No hard feelings."
"Is your place not an option then?"
Hiccup cocked his head, looking younger under stark white streetlights than he had under multicolored club lights.
"Roommate or family?"
"Roommate. You?"
"Nope, I live alone. You sure?"
"Mhmm. Just... you know."
"Nervous. Don't worry, ok?"
He followed Hiccup to his car - Eret had come in a cab, not wanting his car seen outside the club - and whistled lowly.
"This is yours?"
Sleek and black and shiny, the car was a work of art with green lines and green light covers. The interior was divine, soft leather that made Eret want to sink in and never leave.
"I do love my Night Fury. By far the most frivolous use of money in my life, but I couldn't resist. Plus... they customise it for drivers with limitations."
It took Eret, still basking in comfort, a minute to realise what Hiccup had said.
"What's your limitation?"
Having not yet started the engine, Hiccup reached down and rolled up his leg to show Eret.
"How did that happen?"
"Fell off a motorcycle when I was sixteen. Hence changing to cars. If you want to change your mind, I won't hold it against you."
"What? Why would I?"
"You wouldn't be the first."
Eret shook his head, chuckling.
"I think it's kinda cool. The leg, not the accident."
"Uhh... thanks. So... my place?"
"Or I'll just live in this car."
Hiccup started laughing, finally starting the car and the sound of the engine was to die for.
"Oh my god, I love your car."
Eret barely noticed they were moving, so smooth was the journey in the car. Hiccup pulled up outside a modest one-floor house, easing the beautiful car into his parking spot and clicking the garage door closed behind them. It plunged them into darkness, lit only by the internal light of the car.
"You coming in? Or shall I let you and the car get a room?"
Eret sighed, reminded himself he could see the car in the morning (he hoped) and slid out, Hiccup grabbing his wrist and leading him along to a side door that opened out into what transpired to be the kitchen.
"Want anything to drink? Non-alcoholic of course, I don't do sloppy."
"Uh, water would be great thanks."
Hiccup held out a bottle of water, lid still sealed on it so Eret told himself he wasn't about to be drugged like a CSI episode. He took a minute to appraise the man he had allowed to take him home, seeing a lean build and above average height, green eyes and a lopsided, dopey grin. He wasn't broad or buff, but the exposed forearms suggested he was built with a wiry, lean musculature.
Eret gulped the refrigerated liquid, feeling it wash any residual tipsiness away and moisten his dry throat.
"I guess I shoulda asked if you have a preference really."
"Maybe, but you lucked out. I'm what we call a switch hitter. I top, I bottom. Whatever you want to try tonight, I'm game for."
Eret nodded, still adjusting to the whole terminology thing. Hiccup leant back against his kitchen counter, surveying Eret over his water bottle.
"I have to ask... why are you so chill?"
"Because everyone was where you were once, and not many of us had someone who cared enough to make sure it was good. My first time was not good, and I never want to be that memory for someone."
The man was so openly honest and genuine, Eret tried to let his nerves go. Mostly successful, he placed the bottle on the side and felt his half-hard cock twitch vaguely in interest when Hiccup raked his eyes down his body.
"In typical awkward Hiccup fashion, I'll be one minute. You can look at my bedroom while I hit the bathroom."
Eret nodded, following him through and watching Hiccup slip into the half-open bathroom door at the side, closing it behind him. The lights turned themselves on a few seconds later, illuminating a fairly... interesting bedroom.
Bedcovers with a galaxy pattern were surrounded by posters, pictures and sketches of dragons, machines and more dragons. There was a desk with arts and crafts supplies scattered all over it, a computer tucked in the corner and, he noted in a sort of 'oh, interesting' glance, what was clearly an old or spare prosthetic limb.
The toilet flush caught his attention, running water as Hiccup washed his hands and came back out into the room.
"Sorry, you picked up a geek with half a leg."
"You picked up an awkward almost-virgin. I would say we're even."
"You want the bathroom? Oh, and are you allergic to latex?"
"What kind of question is that?"
Hiccup started laughing as Eret undoubtedly reacted with trepidation at the idea of some kinky latex gear.
"A necessary one, condoms are made of latex but I have latex free ones if you have an allergy."
"Oh. Oh. No. I'm good."
He stumbled into the bathroom to hide his embarrassment, splashing cold water on his face after a quick leak and handwash. Hiccup was about as good as a first time hookup would get. And he was, in all honesty, hot. So he was going to get a grip, go out there and, with any luck, get laid.
Eret wasn't sure what to expect when he went back out, but Hiccup sat quite innocently on the edge of the bed with a soft smile almost threw him. Eret sat nervously next to him, managing just about not to recoil in surprise when Hiccup leant in and kissed him. Slowly he relaxed into it, tasting coke and with no competing scents, hints of aftershave filled his lungs when he took in a breath.
"Come lay down? We won't do anything you aren't comfortable with, but I'm gonna get a cricked neck like this."
He let himself be led, but true to his word Hiccup merely resumed kissing him and did nothing more adventurous than place a hand on his neck, gently encouraging his head into a better angle before moving his hand away again. Eret wasn't sure how long they just laid there making out, but he was showing signs of impatience long before Hiccup did, cock painfully hard in his jeans as Hiccup sighed and gasped into his mouth now and then.
Eret only realised he had pushed a hand into the other man's hair when he realised he could feel the thick, soft strands between his fingers. It won him another soft sound, a little more depth in their lip lock.
"Can you... can you just go on and do what you normally would, and I'll tell you if it's not ok? I'm not sure I'm good at initiating this stuff."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"You kinda need to tell me if you wanna top or bottom though."
Eret had no idea, but he also trusted that whatever he decided, Hiccup was going to do his best to ensure he enjoyed. If he ever wanted to explore, now was the time.
"You... you can top. For now. I'm not sure I'll be able to go through with it but I want to try."
Hiccup nodded, rolling on top of him and Eret panicked for a second that he was going right for the kill, but then he let himself simply feel the weight of another man on top of him, and it was actually kind of nice. Slim fingers went for the hem of his t-shirt, pushing it up and exploring the broad planes of his torso until Eret lifted his arms, let himself become shirtless.
"Wow, nice ink."
"Oh, thanks."
He traced the pirate ship tattoo emblazoned across Eret's chest, then leant back and yanked off his own t-shirt to leave them both topless. Eret looked him over, seeing the flat stomach with hints of muscle and the slim but solid looking pectoral muscles in his chest. His shoulders were surprisingly broad, giving him a tapered line down a slim waist and narrow hips.
"Still ok?"
"Mhmm."
Hiccup smiled, pressing their groins togerher and Eret felt his breath catch as their erections pressed against each other, a dart of heat rolling through his gut.
"I'm going to unbutton your jeans and mine, but that's all ok? I wanna show you something."
Eret nodded, feeling Hiccup's fingers fumble at his button and zipper, opening his jeans and reaching in to pull out his pulsing cock. There was a blatant desire in his eyes as he palmed Eret lightly, testing the weight and rubbing his thumb over the tip. Next he did the same to himself, pushing down black and green striped boxers to expose his own thick, swollen cock. Eret panicked a little then - how the hell did Hiccup fit that inside anybody?
"Give me your hand?"
He complied, still a little stunned by the girth of Hiccup's penis. It wasn't as long as Eret's own, but had a good two inches of girth on him. Hiccup's hand guided his to wrap around their heads, his own holding the base of their cocks together and thrusting, grinding their erections together.
The noise it tore from Eret's throat was barely human, exquisite sensations as the undersides dragged against each other. Hiccup spat on his hand, rubbing it between them and easing the slide further and holy fuck Eret couldn't believe he had never felt this before.
"If you want something less than sex but more than a wank, frottage is the way to go. At least, you seem to be having fun?"
How was the other man talking? Eret could barely remember to breathe let alone think. Everything was a hot, slick slide that Hiccup's dribbles of precum only added to. Eret was no better, leaking onto his own hand where he was still helping hold their tips together. Hiccup never lost the rhythm, even as he threw his head back to expose a long, pale throat and let out soft, keening sounds of pleasure. He was basically getting a view of how Hiccup would look riding him properly, with his rolling hips and jerky thrusts.
He was shameless. He was wanton. He was beautiful.
Eret wanted the feelings to stretch out much longer, but a combination of novice and overwhelming sensation had him coming almost embarrassingly fast, splattering across his own stomach. Hiccup watched him come hungrily, a last few painfully sensitive thrusts against Eret before he joined the mess, spilling in a hot puddle over where Eret had already covered.
"Mmm, been too long since I did that. Hold on, I'll get you a towel."
Hiccup slid off his thighs, crouching next to his bed and standing up with a couple of small hand towels. He used one to wipe himself down, offering the other to Eret who attempted to clean up the mess made of him. The experience had been enlightening and pleasurable, but now he was sort of... disappointed.
"Are you ok?"
"Sad that it's over."
The other man started laughing, a proper hand-on-stomach belly laugh that had Eret feeling wrong-footed again.
"What?"
"Is this a remnant of straight hookups? Do you really just go once and that's it? That's adorable. Unless you know you can only go once in a night, we are not done."
"Oh."
Eret didn't know what else to say, watching Hiccup let out a few last chuckled before he climbed back up on the bed, reaching for Eret's jeans questioningly. His hips lifted agreeably with no consult from his brain, letting the other man pull off his clothes to leave him sky-clad.
"Am I gonna find more surprise tattoos on your back? Oh, do you have a tattoo on your ass?"
His tone was playful but not mocking, running fingers across the anchor on his thigh and the shark design wrapping around his calf.
"Uh, no. Only these three and the one on my face."
Hiccup's fingertips traced the inking on his chin, smiling.
"That one is most intriguing. Is it a cultural thing? Only, I've never seen anything like it."
"Kinda. My dad has one, I'm named after him."
"Eret, son of Eret? Or is it just Eret the second?"
This was starting to veer into things more personal than Eret was used to bringing up on one night stands, even if his previous had all been with females. Though... he found he didn't mind so much.
"Yeah, Eret, son of Eret."
"Beats Henry, son of Stoick. Or Hiccup, as everyone calls me now."
"Hey, I'm feeling underdressed."
For the first time, Hiccup looked nervous.
"Oh, right."
Eret found himself reaching out, touching the back of Hiccup's hand.
"I've already seen your leg, don't panic."
"Fair point. I just feel more... normal when I have my trousers on."
"Normal is overrated."
"Touchè."
Hiccup shuffled to the end of the bed, lowering his jeans and leaning forward to expose a surprisingly (for his frame) round, pert backside. He leant back up and pulled himself back onto the bed, giving Eret an unimpeded view of where his leg went from organic to metal. From just a few inches below his knee, though it wasn't something big and clunky looking, more sleek and surprisingly well matched in colour. There was a line of bandage, probably to protect the 'stump' from the prosthesis but that was about the most glaring part of it.
"Want to run yet?"
"Nope. Do people really mind?"
"You heard the guys at Rainbows. One guy told another and now they call me peg-leg. It doesn't bother me, because I know anyone who's that put off by it isn't worth my time but I don't want you uncomfortable."
"I'm far more scared at the size of your cock."
Fuck, he hadn't meant to say that out loud. Hiccup snorted, covering his face with his hand to try and muffle it but his eyes were lit with mirth.
"I've never heard that before. Though I guess if you've never... you'll be surprised how much a body can handle."
Hiccup reached across from where he had crept to perch between Eret's thighs, clutching a small tube in his hand when it came back into view.
"Gay man's best friend. A good lubricant."
He turned it upside down, drizzling it into his hand and Eret had expected a more chemical scent, but there was only a pleasant sandalwood fragrance that filled his lungs as Hiccup rubbed his fingers together, warming and spreading the gel-like substance.
"Now if you've never done this before, it might feel strange but I promise it gets better, and it won't hurt. Trust me?"
That was a loaded question, but Eret had come here to get this experience out of the way with someone who clearly cared for gentle. He nodded, focusing on staying relaxed as someone put their fingers in a place not generally touched. The lube was pleasantly warm thanks to his prior attention, so Eret felt oddly soothed as it was massaged into the external skin of his hole. He expected it to go... faster? But Hiccup didn't rush it. It started to feel sort of pleasant, especially when the fingers moved up a little, pressing firmly into his perineum and sending fresh pleasure through him.
"Eret, son of Eret, allow me to introduce you to your prostate. It can be lightly stimulated from the outside like this" Hiccup rubbed his fingers in a firm circle and Eret felt his cock twitch, filling out despite his nerves "or fully stimulated from the inside."
So there was a reason it was meant to feel good. Eret had heard of it, but feeling it was a completely different experience. Feeling more relaxed, he didn't jolt in panic when Hiccup pressed back to his tight muscle, breaching him slowly with one finger. It did feel strange, and kind of uncomfortable but as promised, it didn't hurt.
Hiccup distracted him further, smirking up over his semi-hard cock before dragging his tongue along the underside in a divine hot, damp slide before suckling lightly at his tip. Surprised, Eret couldn't help but buck his hips upward for more, not noticing until he felt the brush of knuckles that Hiccups finger had slid all the way in.
"There we go, not so bad right?"
Eret whined when the hot mouth left his cock, fully erect and throbbing with need.
"Uh, yeah I guess not."
Still, Hiccup's finger was not anywhere near the width of his cock, so Eret didn't think they were similar. The finger moved gently, sliding back and forth a few times and Hiccup distracted him entirely with damp suction on his tip, licking the precum from the tip and humming pleasantly. Eret still noticed when there were two fingers pressing into him, but Hiccup dipped his head and sucked harder, turning his mind utterly blank.
There was a bit of discomfort from the new stretch, but it still didn't hurt and Hiccup's oral attentions were more than enough distraction. Fuck it was the best blowjob Eret had ever gotten. He should have started banging guys a long time ago.
Expecting more of the same from Hiccup's external massage didn't serve Eret all that well, as when he finally found Eret's prostate on the inside, the sensation tore a whole new wailing, writhing reaction from him.
"Holy fuck!"
"There we go."
Hiccup stopped sucking him off, but Eret had stopped caring by the time he hooked his fingers up and dragged them over the nerves again, bolts of white lightning rushing through his whole body. He couldn't even feel embarrassed about his responses, pushing down on the fingers in him for more without the slightest concern for dignity.
"Some feel this sensation more than others. I'm guessing you're one of the sensitive ones?"
"F-feels that way."
His cock was bursting, leaking copiously with every push of Hiccup's fingers in him. His breathing was ragged, chest heaving, legs trembling. If Eret had any doubts of his sexuality earlier, the shaggy-haired temptation smirking up at him was putting paid to all of it. Eret reached down to tug his pulsing erection, but Hiccup batted his hand away.
"I wanna make you come like this, you're so close and it's honestly hot as fuck."
Eret personally thought his desperation was anything but appealing, but Hiccup was staring at him hungrily and sending waves of heat over his skin, pleasure burning like molten lava within his belly as he drove him closer to climax. It was closing in, the edges of his vision going white as the sensations wrapped around him and Eret was almost scared by the intensity it promised.
"Let go Eret, it'll be ok."
A few more rubs of his fingers later, Eret couldn't have held out any further if he wanted to. His back arched clean off the bed, pushing him down on Hiccup's hand one more time and he finally broke, feeling come splatter up his chest and stomach as his erection jerked, whole body quaking as the paroxysms threatened nexer to end. Over and over he he felt his muscles spasm, finally beginning to ease and leaving him a shivering mass of limbs on the bed, utterly overwhelmed and covered in sweat, come and lube.
The fingers slid out of him, barely registering in his haze until he felt a warm splash across his thigh and bottom, apparently Hiccup was unable to help himself from joining Eret in the realm of satisfaction.
"Are you alright?"
"That was... an experience."
"I'll say. I knew it would be good, but damn pirate boy."
Eret chuckled, shifting onto his ekbows and taking in the mess he made of himself.
"What's funny?"
"You calling me pirate boy when your nickname is peg leg."
"Oh. Yeah, that is kinda funny. Hold up, I'll go get you a damp towel. Don't think the other one's enough for all that."
Hiccup gestured to where Eret's orgasm painted his skin, hopping off the bed and making his way over to the bathroom. The tap began running, probably Hiccup washing his hands first. Flopping back on the bed, Eret could see one of the dragon posters directly above his head. Heh. Hope he enjoyed the show.
"Here ya go. I'm kinda hungry, so if you can stand up feel free to join me in the kitchen."
Hiccup wiped his own mess from Eret's thighs, then left him to clean himself up, pulling on discarded boxers and meandering off toward his kitchen. Blinking in surprise, Eret wiped himself down and the cool towel felt heavenly on his flushed skin. He may not be hungry, but Eret was practically drooling at the thought of a drink now for his arid throat.
After a quick trip to the bathroom, he put the soiled towels in the laundry basket and took a leak before pulling on his briefs again. He found Hiccup eating what the box said were 'vegetarian cocktail sausages' out of the packet, a can of Dr Pepper next to it.
"Feel free to raid my fridge, or let me know if you want me to take you home. Of course, you can stay if you want."
"Really?"
"You're obviously done in for the night" Eret couldn't argue, his legs were still shaking a little "but you can sleep here if you like."
Eret awkwardly picked at the platter of brownies in the fridge, gooey and chocolatey and washed down with his half-finished water bottle.
"So... you staying?"
"If it's ok."
"I wouldn't offer if not. I uh... I take my leg off for bed, it's only fair I warn you."
"Told you it doesn't bother me."
Hiccup tidied up his mess, the kitchen not immaculate but not messy either. It felt lived in but cared for.
"Come along then pirate boy."
Hiccup sat on the edge of his bed, hesitating for a second before he leaned down and detached his leg. It was oddly fascinating to watch it simply come off, leaving only a small amount beneath his knee before he twisted himself into bed, watching Eret awkwardly climb in next to him. The covers were soft and inviting, caressing his skin as he settled in. The lights were still on, but Hiccup teached above the headboard and pressed a tiny switch Eret hadn't even noticed. The lights clicked out immediately.
"Clever."
"Never have to get back up if I forget."
Eret expected to struggle to sleep more, but he drifted off almost instantly. He woke vaguely confused by the alien bedroom, but remembered the previous night rather quickly. Hiccup was next to him, and the reason they were both awake was clear in his hand - his phone.
"Mom?"
Unintelligible chatter.
"Is dad with you?"
More chatter.
"Alright, two minutes. I don't have clothes or a leg on."
Hiccup hung up his phone, rolling over to look at Eret. Eret feigned sleep, though he didn't know why. He listened as Hiccup moved about, putting on his leg and presumably clothing, then he limped over to the bathroom. He waited until Hiccup left the room to open his eyes, finding a packaged toothbrush and a bottle of water on the bedside closest to him. That was... exceptionally thoughtful of him. Gulping down the water, he heard the door rattle for a second and turned toward it.
"No, you can't go in there mom."
"Why not?"
A soft female voice joined Hiccup's outside the door, leaving Eret awkwardly pulling covers up to his chest for modesty.
"Because there's someone else in there."
"You didn't say you were seeing anyone."
"Two reasons. One, I only met him last night and two, if I told dad I had a boyfriend, he would pitch a fit."
"Son..."
"Mom, I know. I'm not gonna change, and I'm not embarrassed to be gay. Don't you dare apologise for dad's homophobia. Is that cake?"
Eret was already learning the other man had a sweet tooth, stumbling around to find his clothes and shuffle awkwardly to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and redressed, wondering if he should go out there. He couldn't hide out in Hiccup's room forever.
"Morning Eret. Mom, Eret. Eret, this is my mom Valka."
He glanced over Hiccup's mother, seeing the resemblance instantly in their face shape, their eye colour, auburn-autumnal hair and thin lips curved into similar smiles. They were both tall and thin, willowy. They both had tea cups, slices of cake and he could see a couple of boxes to one side that presumably were intended for his bedroom.
"Uh, hi."
"Hello. Feel free to join us."
"Cake for breakfast?"
He raised ab eyebrow at Hiccup, but his mother answered.
"Birthday tradition."
Hiccup rolled his eyes at his mother, licking icing off his finger.
"It's your birthday?"
"It's not a big deal."
Feeling awkward now, Eret sat down and picked at the cake slice Hiccup pushed toward him. It was iced with black and green stripes, even the jammy filling black and sponge a tint of green. Something told him Hiccup had a colour preference somewhere.
"Did you make this?"
Both of the others started laughing, shaking their heads.
"My mother cannot cook. Can't even boil water. She tried to microwave a Pot Noodle once."
Eret couldn't help joining in the sounds of amusement, especially with Valka's sheepish grin that said Hiccup was telling the truth.
"Henry here" Hiccup growled "I'm not calling you Hiccup! Anyway, he's had the exact same custom cake from the local bakery for the last decade. She calls me up a week in advance to check we aren't changing plans for the last five years."
"I like stuff in black and green, is that news mom?"
"I suppose not. Would you like some tea Eret?"
"Don't worry, I made it not her."
Hiccup ducked when his mother swatted at him, their relationship comfortable and easy despite the tension apparently brokered by the father who didn't accept his son. Valka pouted, but poured tea into a mug and nudged it in Eret's direction, Hiccup following it with the tray containing sugar and a milk jug.
After the impromptu breakfast, Valka hung around fiddling with the drawings and doodles all around Hiccup's home.
"I gotta take Eret home, you can hang here mom. So long as you don't let dad in while I'm gone."
Eret almost protested, but he really wanted to see the car again. A bright orange car resided outside when Hiccup drove them out into the street, pointing out that it was his mothers car.
"Sorry about her invading, I usually don't sleep in so late."
"Not a problem, you shoulda said it was your birthday. I would have cleared off to let you spend time with your family."
"Not family. Just mom. Dad if she yells at him for long enough. And I don't really celebrate, it's just another day. I only let my mom in because she brought me a new drawing tablet this year."
Eret knew he was lying - he clearly adored seeing his mother - but didn't say anything as he directed Hiccup to his home in the gorgeous automobile.
"So... I guess this is goodbye?"
Hiccup didn't say anything in return, not until Eret felt awkward enough to undo his seatbelt and make to leave the car. Then he grabbed his wrist, slowing him down.
"Can I see you again sometime?"
His earnest green eyes fixed on Eret. Waiting for an answer. Eret didn't have to think hard.
"I'd like that."
-HTTYD-
For now... this is a one shot. I might come back for a Hicret adventure but I have so much else to write right now.