As he pulled his shirt over his head and let it fall to the dirty floor, Hiccup wondered if this small abandoned cabin was just a thing of sheer dumb luck or if the gods had had this planned from the beginning. He decided then to leave that as an afterthought for when he was done screwing the brains out of his lover.

The teen lying on the rusty bed under him, barely of age and with eyes and hair the color of the chocolate that so rarely arrived to the kitchens where he worked. His pale hands looking for purchase on the prince's shoulders as he tried to find his breath. Hiccup grinned at the boy and swooped to latch onto his neck, making sure to leave a bruise where the collar of his shirt would barely hide it from the rest of the workers.

Jackson had been working in the kitchens of the palace since he'd had enough balance on his two feet to not drop a tray of glasses. He usually just stood around until he was needed, his always bare feet pitter-pattering on the rock floors as he ran from one side of the room to the other. When he was 8 the prince tried to hide in the pantry when escaping his daily lessons, and Jackson had found him behind a pile of flour sacks, auburn hair and regal clothes covered in white.

Prince Hamish had then taken his hand and hurriedly ran through the door that led to the supplies shed and then out to the gardens where he dragged the kitchen boy to hide behind a fountain while his father's voice bellowed in the castle. They then spend the rest of the evening having a water war, leaving them both completely drenched by the time they were found by a maid.

Jackson had been severely berated, and even though Hamish tried to convince her it was his idea she was having none of it. It was the King's right hand who saved them both from the angry woman and took them back in to change for the night. Luckily Jackson hadn't gotten more punishment than having to clean the stables, which was kind of funny for him when the horses nibbled on his clothes or licked his hair as he passed by them; but every day from then on the prince would track him down and drag him somewhere else to play.

It was in Jackson's 14th birthday when Hiccup, as his father called him and Hamish had asked the boy to do as well, had given him his first kiss, relatively quick but no less purposeful, in the prince's own chambers when he'd been summoned to fetch a tray from his room. The 16 year old had pulled Jack's shirt right before he left and joined their mouths with no hesitation, sending him on his way after a muttered 'happy birthday'.

Jackson had the chance to return the favor two years later, the night of Hiccup's coming of age. They'd scurried away from the huge party held on his honor and hid in a secluded room in the less used part of the castle. Hiccup made sure to come back to the party afterwards before his father grew any suspicions; Jack on the other hand, had to limp his way back to his room, quite happy with himself if with reduced walking capacity.

The cabin they had found one day when Hiccup requested Jackson specifically as companion for a hunting trip to the forest. The place was old, eaten away by humidity and completely abandoned, yet with a sturdy enough set of furniture. Not much hunting was done that day. Or the days that followed. The bed had to be replaced. And a table. Luckily the jolly man who carved the furnishing didn't ask many questions and delivered the items with barely a wink of the eye in their direction.

Jack pushed his hips up to ground against his and then the suckling turned into a bite. The brunet groaned and hooked one leg on both of Hiccup's, bringing him closer so that he could lap the thin trickle of blood running down his throat. "You brute"

"Your fault" Hiccup sniggered, making sure the wound was closed before moving to the other side of his neck to repeat the treatment, hopefully with less blood. "Although I always had the suspicion you liked it rough"

The kitchen boy snickered, racking his blunt nails down the dotted expanse of skin of the prince's back. "There's a difference between 'I can't wait enough to get to a bed' and 'I actually like it on the floor', your Highness" He hissed when a sharp bite was added to his neck as well, luckily not drawing blood this time.

Hiccup sat back, sliding from straddling the teen's stomach to between his legs, easily placing each over his shoulders and raising the younger boy's hips to his chest, making him slide on the bed until only his torso was in contact with the mattress. His hands slid down from Jack's hips to disappear under his shirt, his sword-calloused hands brushing over the incredibly soft skin of the servant.

Jack shivered and in response hooked his ankles behind Hiccup's neck, bringing his face down to his clothed crotch. He didn't have to be told twice to star mouthing along the fabric, outlining the already half-hard length of his lover through the fabric.

"We're going to have to start packing clothes in here at this rate" The brunet grunted, moving his hips in tandem with the hot mouth seeping warmth through his pants. "It's kind of hard to walk back with everything wet"

"Not the only hard thing, it seems" Hiccup said through his busy mouth, massaging the teen's abdomen in time with the undulation of his hips.

Jack hummed in agreement, sneaking a hand to squeeze the bulge making itself present through the fine trousers of the prince. Hiccup yelped, unconsciously putting more pressure to the bulge he was tending to. "Hey, careful with that!" Jack laughed with a small wince. "I need it"

Hiccup allowed himself to abandon his task, licking his lips clean of his own saliva. "I do too" He took his hand out of the warm protection of Jack's shirt, dragging his nails and leaving faint pink lines in the otherwise flawless skin, making the boy hiss and trash under him. He unhooked Jack's legs from his neck and brought them back down to rest his feet on his lap, and reached the ties that held the teen's trousers to easily undo them, sliding the wet garments along with his underwear down his legs and throwing them next to his own shirt on the floor.

Jack struggled from his position to sit up, getting rid of his shirt to stand bare before his prince, who seemed entranced for a minute, his hands reverently following the slight curves of his pale body. He dove in, latching onto the skin above his pectoral while his hands toyed with Jack's nipples, circling the peaks softly with his thumbs.

The servant whined, wrapping one arm around the freckled man's head to bring him if possible even closer, the other daring down to return the favor of before, slipping between his trousers and breeches to fondle the awakened cock of the prince. Hiccup accommodated his body to kneel over Jack's lap, rocking into his hand as his mouth traveled south, leaving a wet path with his tongue as it finally lapped at the hardened nub his fingers had been previously working in, his left hand sliding up and down his side, from shoulder to mid-thigh and back up, repeating the motion until Jack felt as if he was trying to map a trail on his body.

"Lay down" Jack whispered in his ear, the stillness of the cabin magnifying his words into a soft echo that bounced in the wooden walls.

Making sure the hand fondling him never left its place, the prince managed to swap their positions without much ruckus, letting Jack climb on top of him after he was settled. The brunet draped himself on top of him between his legs, moving his hand under the redhead's underwear to properly grasp his member, pumping it firmly while swallowing his moans in his mouth.

The kiss was languid and warm, hot puffs of breath exchanged between the two as his bodies imitated the movements of their tongues. Jack moaned as well when his bare dick brushed against his own hand under Hiccup's clothes, deciding to use it in other ways and reaching out to trace the older man's abdomen, replacing his stroking with the purposeful grind of his erection against the hidden bulge.

Hiccup's hands, in the meanwhile, were busy as well mapping the bumps down Jack's back, tracing every vertebra with his finger before moving to the next. His right hand stopped to rest on the small of his back while the other traveled lower, kneading the mounds of his ass with it. The servant hummed appreciatively against his mouth, using the extra stimulus to rotate his hips harder against his clothed lover.

"This has to go" The brunet panted after separating their mouths to breathe, hooking his thumbs on the waistband of the leather pants Hiccup was so keen on using even in formal occasions.

"Do us the honors, then" Hiccup chuckled huskily, hand still playing with Jack's bottom.

The kitchen boy sat back, lamenting the loss of contact with his prince but more than ready to make up for it as soon as he disposed of this infernal particular piece of fabric. His dexterous fingers were quick to fumble with the belt holding it up, and in no time was Hiccup raising his legs to let the cloth slide off his body. Jack took just a moment extra to unclasp and carefully place down the prosthetic replacing the redhead's left calf and foot, positioning himself between his legs one more.

Hiccup let his arms fall next to his head, sighing as Jackson peppered kisses and bites around his collarbone; unlike Jack, it would be very unfortunate if someone saw the amount of bruises the heir to the throne ported under his shirt. One cold hand dared its way back south, grasping both now uncovered members in one hand and rubbing them together, letting them trust into his hand erratically.

"Keep doing that" Hiccup panted, fumbling to stretch his body over the edge of the bed to search for Jack's pants, finally snatching the worn clothing and diving into its pockets, searching until his hand came in contact with the glass vial he needed. He pushed himself back onto the bed and fought with the cork whilst Jack held onto his hip to keep the movement of their hips going.

"Come on, hurry up" Jack whined, the slide of his hand on both lengths eased by the slick freely drooling from both their cocks spread on his skin.

"Relax, I'll get on it" The redhead smirked and pecked him softly on the lips, finally managing to get the small bottle open after some struggling. "Alright love, how do you want to do this?" He asked while slowly pouring a good amount of the thick substance on his fingers.

Jack shifted so he was straddling his lap, his ass firmly set on Hiccup's groin. "Like this"

Hiccup nodded and kept his mouth busy with licking and nipping up and down the column of Jack's neck as his lubed fingers made their way to the prize. Jack sighed when the cold substance touched his skin, the prince's thick finger circling him a couple of times before swiftly pushing in, making sure to spread the lubricant everywhere he could reach.

It was barely a mild stretch to which Jack was used to, so he just helped the digit move inside of him by gyrating his hips, riding the warm hand with a steady string of pants. Another finger joined the one already in, and the usual scissoring motion got him moaning low and hiding his face on the older man's neck, hugging his shoulders to keep himself straight.

A third finger, though usually preferred, was not added this occasion as Jack seemed to be quite exasperated and had said plenty of times he didn't mind a bit of burn. Hiccup made quick job of coating his dick with the residual oil on his hand before firmly getting a hold of the brunet's waist, letting him go at his own pace at sinking down on his member.

Jack groaned as the tip slid in with a bit of resistance, moaning when the rest of the length slipped in more easily, even if the base was a tad thicker than the rest. "Did it get bigger?" He asked a bit out of breath.

Hiccup hummed noncommittally with a small smile on his freckled face. "Maybe. I don't exactly keep tabs you know. Or you're just tighter than usual, mister impatient" He hissed when Jack clenched tightly around him, whimpering when he was let go. "Ouch"

"Nah, I think the dick in your personality finally found its way back home" Jack wiggled his hips, humming at the way said dick moved within him with what small space it had. He braced his feet on the mattress and his hands on Hiccup's thighs, pushing himself up halfway and falling back down, starting a slow but steady rhythm.

Hiccup propped his head on the pillow, resting a hand behind his head as the other held Jack's hip to help him stay in place. From his position and with the adequate leverage he could see all the action taking place from his comfortable spot, letting Jack do most of the job. He brushed his thumb over a protruding hipbone as his lover worked himself up and down, enjoying the way Jack's usually cold body heated up with the activity.

Neither of them was ever very loud, so the time went on with the only sounds being skin against skin and the heavy breaths Jack would take with each move, and occasionally a moan or grunt from Hiccup as he helped trusting his hips as well. Suddenly Hiccup's back arched of the bed for a moment as his hips raised higher, halting Jack's movements. The redhead groaned while his muscles unclenched and he slumped on the bed, making the mattress bounce with him.

Jack stared down at him with incredulity. "…Really?"

Hiccup sighed. "Sorry. It's been a rough week" He pulled on Jack's arm to bring him down on his chest. "I kind of needed that"

The servant grumbled something under against his skin, shifting to get the softening member out of himself, a bit of cum following its trail. "Well, I kind of am still needing it so…" He looked downwards to his own still hard dick pressing against Hiccup's stomach.

"Come here then" Hiccup pushed him to seat again, pulling him forwards by his hips until he was sitting on his chest close enough to encase his cock in his mouth. He felt Jack's fingers thread through his hair as he sucked, the slightest wave in his hips.

Seemed like Jack had been pretty close as well, and it wasn't long before he came inside his mouth, not letting Hiccup pull him away until he'd swallowed it all. "Now we're even"

Hiccup was considerate enough to let him slide out before pushing him to the side, enjoying his flailing before he fell from the bed. "I'd rather keep the upper hand, sorry"

"My ass is still sore, Haddock!" Jack shouted, rubbing said ass as he got up and smacked the other's legs away to pull the quilt from under him, climbing to lay on top of him and pulling the covers on them.

The freckled man smiled and sighed at the peace surrounding the room, rubbing the younger boy's back softly under the covers. "You know we're going to have to go back soon, right?"

"Hmm" was Jack's only answer, his eyes closed and out of business for the world at the moment. "They can deal without you for a moment. Unless that lizard of yours comes and drags you back from your stump I'm not moving. Maybe not even then"

Hiccup snorted a laugh. "Jackson, I love you and I wish the best for you, but if anyone is dragging me anywhere, I'm dragging you along by your dick"

"Isn't that what you just did to bring me here?"

"I wasn't pulling on your dick"

"No? Well then you must have a magnet in your ass cause it sure was following something" Jack chuckled and crossed his arms on Hiccup's chest to lay face to face on his stomach.

Hiccup's answer was a swift slap to his butt, making him yelp and knock his nose on the redhead's chin. Said man looked away whistling innocently as he was glared daggers at. Jack proceeded to claim vengeance by starting a slap fight that let's just say wasn't very good after just having had sex and everything and their mother was still a bit too sensitive.

Suddenly there was a loud rapping on the door and both of them stilled, wide eyes staring into the others in alarm.

"Hiccup! I'll give you ten minutes to dress up and get back! Those papers aren't going to sign themselves!" Astrid's sweet voice drifted through the wood, making Jack cover his mouth to stifle his laughter. "You as well Overland, Corona's entourage arrives tonight and the kitchen is Hel itself, so hurry it up!" Now it was Hiccup's turn to openly laugh at the teens mortified face, both of them blushing as red as a torch as they scrambled to get their clothes back on.

Outside, Astrid huffed and skipped down the steps, standing by Stormfly as the dragon chased Toothless around. If it weren't for the Night Fury, she'd never had found the place those two scurried to every week. They actually thought they were being sneaky, it was adorable.

"Still going to kick their asses" She mumbled, smiling despite herself at the shadows that she could see running around inside behind the curtains. "At least while they're still sore"