|To Paint You Naked|

Warning: M rated for graphic lemons in later chapters. If not into homosexual, I got some heterosexual in all of my others for Jack Frost/Elsa from Frozen, Tooth/Marshmallow (human, also from frozen). Kakashi from Naruto/OC.

"I have to what?"

He couldn't believe it. Jack could not believe it.

"I'm afraid it is for the best Jack," Professor Aster said with a feral grin that convinced Jack one, that his sculpture teacher was a bastard and two that his sculpture teacher was a sadistic bastard.

And he guessed three, that his professor actually wasn't sorry at all.

"So what I am basically hearing you are saying," Jack enunciated slowly, as if talking to a child, "is that my sketching is shitty and I, I, have to get tutorage from that smarmy bastard?" Jack pointed to, where unknowingly a guy stood in the corner, trying to force the clay to mould. And pitifully at that.

Professor Aster crossed his arms, his grey and black bushy brow raising up.

"Don't forget that you'll be teaching him too," his professor reminded him, a slight growl tinting his words.

"Yeah," Jack snorted as he continued to watch the guy, panic as the wheel spun to fast, spending the clay flying. The smarmy bastard in question slumped his shoulders as the brown mess inevitably failed and some flopped to the ground. "No kidding."

"So you'll do it?"

Exasperated, he rolled his eyes and threw his arms in the air.

"Of course I'm going to bloody do it, you just told me that you'd fail one of my core modules if I didn't!" Jack exclaimed.

"Well, you forget that this guy is failing his Sculpture module, while you are acing it-"

Jack preened, rubbing off the dust from his broad shoulders from working with the porcelain.

"-Watch it Frost." Aster glared at the obvious vanity that seemed to be radiating off the blonde, before continuing. "But you are failing-"

"I prefer to call it trying without success."

"-One more time, you little toe rag and I'll be sending you for a whole six hours of Natural Portrait." He warned, glaring at him straight in the eye.

He rolled his eyes before slumping against his work station again, looking down at his nails, bored.

Aster scowled at him for a few more moments before beginning again.

"I know you hate it, hell I believe you even said 'I'd rather suck that man's balls before I'd draw them'-" Aster said, a smirk on his face.

Jack huffed, looking up the glass ceiling wishing for anyone up there to help him.

"I said that you would rather suck on his balls than draw them. You like your men masculine don't you?" he smiled but it was more of taunting aggression than actual pleasure.

Aster glared back at Jack, his finger already coming up to prod him the chest.

"They were pretty disgusting by the way," Jack continued ruthlessly, "where does Tooth even find them? I mean this man had so many rolls that I was afraid that we were going to have a hoard of angry bakers wondering where their stock had gone." Huffing his sheet white hair out of his face while continuing to show his displeasure with the arrangement by glaring back at the sculpting professor.

Aster began to go a disturbing shade of puce.

"Oh calm down Bunny!" he said reaching over to pat Aster on the head.

Dodging, Jack's professor looked on the verge of committing homicide when they heard a "WHAT?!"

Both heads turning, they watched as the Natural Portrait teacher, Professor Toothiana break the news to the irate Hiccup.

The blonde punk gave a flick and a muss of his hair. "Tch, you're not the only one pal."

…o0o…

"WHAT?!"

Oh my god, this could not be happening. This could not be happening.

Why always him huh? Why in all the names that are holy did they match them up?

He was barely listening to the possibly soothing voice of his once-now-not-so-favourite teacher.

"It is just for this term," her brightly coloured hair was blinding and that was what was making this situation all the more stupid.

Here he was minding his own damn business, his piece of supposed pottery lying in a flump like a deflated balloon on the white tiled floor and then suddenly someone who looked like they had paint spat out all over their hair was criticising him?

Sure, he wasn't that great at sculptures but come on, that was what he was here for right? An education at one of the top universities for art? Yes, that was what it said on the tin.

"And while you are one of the top students in my class, I've noticed in all of you assignments that your model was too perfect," Toothiana bit her lip, her hands fluttering wildly in her hands, trying to contain her nervousness to the physical moving of her fingers. "You do it from imagination right?"

Hiccup nodded sullenly. What was wrong with doing them too perfect? You didn't hear the models on all the major fashion magazines complaining with the photo shopping.

He never realised he said this aloud but when she responded, it made him want to smack himself in the forehead.

"Because they aren't doing an art degree," she replied patiently, "And I'm concerned that after only the first modelling, you have never showed up again, you have been doing Pitch constantly. In the same position."

"Well, maybe he was that impressionable," Hiccup mumbled to his feet.

But as much as he hated to admit it, he knew she was right. He just felt too awkward to draw someone naked and the thought of seeing someone as toned as the first model, well he had to basically make sure he was the last to leave so no one could see his erection. That would have been so much worse than just drawing the guy's junk.

And he also didn't come here for that white haired, chiselled Adonis that was standing on the other side of the room and-

Where Hiccup had his woolly jumpers, hole filled jeans with his worn out Converse, Jack Frost was the complete opposite.

Black, tight jeans that fit snugly over a tight bottom, a customary blue hoodie that covered some kind of wife beater.

And as if that was not bad enough, his very pale skin was art as it was covered with the black ink of tattoos, like the thorns that stretched out over his wrists and onto his knuckles along with the piercings of numerous in his eyebrows, stretchers in his lobes and Hiccup's personal favourite, black snake bites that made him want to swoon.

Hiccup's internal monologue slowed to a stop when he saw Jack waving a hand in front of his flushed face, before slinging his constantly worn blue jumper, slowly off him to relieve himself of the heat.

It seemed like the guy could never do anything normal in average life speed.

No, whenever Hiccup had spotted him on the rugby field on the way to the work rooms, he saw him tilt his head back where his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, slowly as he swallowed the liquid from the bottle. Then the thought was followed by a more indecent one where he wondered if he spat or-

The almost drooling boy was taken out of his reminiscing again where Jack, casually, lifted his arms where his fingers were hooked on the bottom hem. Tugging, the fabric slowly began to expose the white top that he had underneath.

And with the eyes of an extreme closet pervert, Hiccup's attentive eyes latched onto the ribbing of Jack's stomach, a slight, downy looking snail trail leading to some tight black jeans where, shifting his eyes slightly, Hiccup reacquainted himself with the tight arse.

But he was irrevocably drawn back to the triceps that were just being exposed, black ink from his tattoo sleeves becoming more and more exposed, each strip of black swirled over the prominent muscles, rippling like some kind of swimwear advert for men.

He was surprised there was no one standing above him where they would pour the water over his body to show the pronounced muscles and make the white top see through.

It was a new brand thing for all the perverts like Hiccup out there. Sexy God Pack, Just Add Water.

Jack's entire head was swathed with blue and there Hiccup Haddock was, waiting to see the ruggedly pierced face and when it finally came out, Jack Frost's hair was static and was trying to be appeased by a surprisingly bare hand that rubbed the top down again.

But what finally forced Hiccup to turn away or groan, was when Jack stuck out his tongue playfully at their Sculpture teacher, his teeth seizing it before the metal piercing in his tongue could leave again, catching the bar between his teeth.

Hiccup hadn't realised that Toothiana was still talking yet when she looked at him expectantly, all he could bring himself to do was nod dumbly.

Beaming, there was that little surge of relief at giving the right answer but then that happy flash was then doused horribly with reality.

"Great, I'm sure that you and Jack will work perfectly!" Toothiana clapped her hands in delight before sweeping out of the room, leaving a dumb struck Hiccup.

He barely had time to call her back when his eyes were unwittingly drawn to the god that was making his way towards him. Swallowing slightly, to try and dry his parched mouth, he also surreptitiously wiped his hands on his jeans.

"So I guess we will be working together," Jack said, leaning against Hiccup's assigned work table.

He just shrugged, unable to say anything, bending down to pick up the mess on the floor, trying to find a distraction for anything. If Jack could hear the thrumming of his heart beat, or noticed his fiery blush, he never commented.

Instead, Jack snorted.

"Are you going to ignore me for the entire time too?" he asked, leaning in Hiccup's direct view so he couldn't avoid looking at him unless he turned fully away which possibly could have been seen as childish.

Looking down at Jack's feet, he wished the ground could swallow him up.

He just thought that once, maybe once, life would give him a break. Being presented with someone as handsome and as rugged as Jack, maybe to even the playing field, they would do something with Hiccup.

Yeah, finally they gave him a growth spurt, a couple of muscles that Hiccup tried to futilely put into shape and failed, they also gave him some facial hair. But all of that meant jack shit if he could barely talk to the one he pretty much dreamt about in his sleep and waking moments.

"No, I uh, just haven't-I mean, I don't know how-I mean this is-I just-"

Ground, this would probably be the most opportune moment to swallow Hiccup up and transport him to an island of solitude so wouldn't have to deal with awkward social situations again.

Jack actually gave him a grin which sent the meaningless stutters to a halt.

His eyes caught on his lips as they were so rosy on his pale face, then Hiccup was further distracted when his mind wondered what that would taste like on his own mouth.

"As adorable as you are, we will be working together because I don't know what your teacher threatened you with but, mine said he'd fail me in Sculpture and Natural Portraits if we didn't work together." He rolled his eyes which brought Hiccup's attentive eyes to the bar going through Jack's skin of his left eyebrow.

Hiccup again nodded, not really playing attention as he saw Jack running his tongue over his lower lip, his black snake bites even more obvious against his white skin. What Hiccup would give to lean in and lick them before going into Jack's waiting mouth. What would the piercing feel like against his own tongue and what about other places? What about-

"So, you cool being my partner for the Winter Solstice Showing?" Jack asked, his thumb reached to itch at his one bare eyebrow, his mouth already in a crooked grin that had Hiccup subtly reaching for the same table to lean against to support his jelly like knees.

"Yeah, it is a partner based art show," Hiccup said pointedly, but combed a nervous hand through his hair.

"We should probably start to brain storm for it," Jack said, his head turned towards him, his warm blue eyes never leaving Hiccup's green ones.

He was so enraptured that he again didn't realise that someone was talking again so when Jack looked as expectant as Toothiana, Hiccup again nodded.

He really needed to stop that.

Jack grinned, one hand reaching up to his ear where he rubbed a stretcher in one of his ears.

"Cool, so I haven't got rugby practice today, I'm pretty sure we can go straight to you house after this, because I think my teacher said something about you needing a model too?" he asked, his tongue once again running over his lips, his eyes crinkled in a smile.

Hiccup startled, knocked over the bucket of unused clay and he tried to catch it but bumbling he saw he go to the floor. Clenching his eyes shut, he knew he was so clumsy, he just needed this one thing to go worse so then Jack would think him weird and then request to move partners and-

"Phew that was close," Jack said beside him and Hiccup heard a thump as the bucket was set on the side.

Wrenching one eye open, he wished he had just kept them shut.

Jack, oblivious to the gawking at his side, peeled the white shirt away from his body from where the slurry had fallen out onto his chest in a brown patch.

Hiccup was brought out of his daze when embarrassment hit like a freight train.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry, I'm such a klutz, I didn't mean to, I promise!" Hiccup began to mutter to himself. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!"

Jack chuckled and Hiccup was torn from his world of mess and despair when he saw how, not upset he was.

"Wait, you're not mad?" He asked confused.

Jack shook his head, instead, picking up the hem of his tank top. Hiccup was slowly begging him inside his head not to do it. Rapidly praying that he would.

Like a deity responding to its loyal worshipper, Jack rolled his tank top up and over his body.

As each bulging muscle became apparent, it became all the more obvious on how wrong Hiccup's imagination had been.

The stomach which had been hinted at earlier was so much more deep with the lines of the eight pack, which were tied to the pectorals where Hiccup almost swooned at the sight of the nipple rings that glinted in the sunlight that had burst into the room.

But he was more enraptured by the sight of all the tattoos over his body where it seemed his body was the very artwork that Hiccup went into galleries to see.

Swallowing, Jack gave a wave before walking over to his table, but Hiccup couldn't focus as his eyes were enraptured by the sight of Jack's arse which seemed like every artist's wet dream. His wet dream.

"So if you wait for me by the fountain about two, we can head over to your place," Jack called over the room, much to the interest of the rest of the students who looked over at the blushing Hiccup.

Hiccup nodded and turned away as Jack pulled on his hoodie again.

Trying not to seem nervous, Hiccup tried and failed to act normally for the rest of the lesson.

Yet anybody could see that his eyes were glazed, even Jack who gave himself a little smirk before turning back to his project.

Maybe this whole partner thing wouldn't be so bad after all.