A/N: This is a relatively short one-shot about Jack making Hiccup join him in a game of messy Twister. :) Messy Twister, for those who may not know, is when you put the same color paint on each of the circles, red on red, blue on blue, and so forth. Then you wear white clothes (or what you are about to see in this version) and let the fun begin! If you really like it and want a continuation, I might do so. (Side note: mixed POV is intended)
Warning: heavy sexual implications despite being rated T, but also some fluff ;)
EDIT: I accidentally switched Hiccup's prosthetic leg in the first draft. It's fixed now.
Please read, review, and enjoy! :)
Birthday Twister
Jack stretched his fingers out as far as they could reach and flicked his wrist. The needle spun weakly as he put his hand back onto the red circle with a squish. The cool paint was oozing between his fingers and caused him to wobble uncertainly. He had an itch on his nose but he didn't dare succumb to the urge lest he fall into the mass of paint below him. There was no way he was going to lose. In the midst of his struggle, he could make out Hiccup's figure off to his side, rolling his eyes with a sigh.
Half an hour ago...
Jack had been setting this game up with the utmost consideration for the past hour. Hiccup was bound to be home soon and he wanted everything to be perfect. He made sure the furniture was covered by towels, although he wasn't sure which towels were okay to use. Hiccup was always particular about stains and apparently certain towels were too good to be used for their intended purpose─ drying things. Or, in this case, for wiping away paint. Jack figured they could always be washed and that Hiccup wouldn't be angry for too long. Then he'd covered the floor in as much newspaper as he could find. Some spots had been left open, however, and so he'd ripped out some paper from Hiccup's sketch books. It was only a few pieces, so there was no way Hiccup would find out, right? The guy had a thousand of them just lying around. It was an expensive hobby for a college student, but Jack would never stop Hiccup from doing something he loved.
That included Jack himself. But that was for after Twister.
Pouring the paint in moderate globs, Jack tried to spread the paint evenly across the dots so that they appeared normal. He thought he was doing a fairly good job considering he was not an artist like Hiccup. Not for the first time since he started preparing this gift for his birthday, he wondered how Hiccup would react to this. Would he even want to play? Jack debated on the best way to convince Hiccup that this was a good idea as he raked his hands through his stark white hair. There was the sound of a car door being shut and the familiar foot-and-metal steps on the pavement. Jack hurriedly picked up the jars of paint and tossed them into Hiccup's room without a second thought.
Hiccup walked in the front door and greeted his cat, Toothless, as he dropped the keys in the dish on the counter. As he was taking off his shoe, he noticed a second backpack resting against one of the stools in the kitchen. Hiccup knew that Jack didn't have classes today, but he hadn't said anything about coming over. "Jack? You here?"
Jack popped out of the entry way to the living room with a lopsided grin on his face. "Hey, Hic! How was school?" He made his way onto the stool next to Hiccup and sat cross-legged, still looking at Hiccup with his striking blue eyes full of curiosity.
"Oh, just fine," Hiccup put his shoe on the tray by the door and faced Jack again, "I didn't know you were coming over."
"I just wanted to surprise you on your birthday," Jack set his hands on Hiccup's hips and pulled him a little closer. Jack was naturally shorter than Hiccup, but now that he was sitting on a stool, he was considerably shorter and had to crane his neck upwards if he wanted to see Hiccup's freckled face. He did so and was pleasantly greeted by Hiccup's eyes on him. "So, Happy Birthday, Hiccup!" Jack beamed at the boy, resting his upturned chin on his chest. There was a smile on Hiccup's lips as he breathed a laugh.
"Thanks, bud," he said as he wrapped his arms around Jack, "glad to see you didn't get me anything this time. You know I hate presents." Hiccup pressed his lips to Jack's forehead. Having the afternoon off on a Friday to spend with him was all that Hiccup had been looking forward to, and so far it was perfect.
"About that," Jack's voice trailed off as he ducked underneath Hiccup's embrace and stood up, hands still on the boy's hips, "I do have one gift..."
Hiccup groaned. Gifts always felt so one-sided to him. He didn't like not giving back in return. What on earth did Jack even get him? Hiccup was about to ask when Jack's lips met his and effectively silenced him. Hiccup pressed into it without moving his arms. This wasn't an answer, but he knew Jack would get around to it. He always made a game out of every little thing he could. Of course, that was usually fine with Hiccup. Usually. Whatever Jack was planning now nagged at Hiccup's thoughts.
Then he felt Jack's frigid fingers angling themselves under his shirt and he shivered. Was Jack going to take charge tonight? The thought was a little enticing, Hiccup had to admit. He was normally top, though he never complained about it. But he had been thinking on asking for a switch one of these times for awhile now. If Jack was going to do so without asking, then that was great; less work on Hiccup's part. He let Jack strip him of his green shirt as kisses were trailed down his neck. He lifted Jack's sweatshirt─ the only top that boy was wearing, Hiccup discovered─ over the boy's head and let go of the sleeves so that the sweatshirt still covered his eyes. Jack tilted his head as if to say, oh, really? Hiccup chuckled and pulled it off of him, tugging him into another kiss. But Jack squirmed his way out of it and kept working at Hiccup's pants. Did Jack want it rough? Hiccup was getting mixed messages, so he just stood there and observed. Jack pecked a kiss on the front of Hiccup's shoulder before shimmying Hiccup's pants down to his ankles. The sudden rush of air in exposed places tingled through his skin. The effect doubled as Jack's cool hands and lips traced their way back up Hiccup's legs and over his hips. Hiccup exhaled softly and bit his lip, not wanting Jack to notice how profound the effect of his advances was on the older boy. As soon as the feeling was there, however, it was gone and Jack was taking off his own pants, leaving both boys in their boxers.
Hiccup stared hungrily at the boy in front of him. Before he could give Jack time to act, he crashed into him and held him tight. He bit into Jack's neck and leaned over so that Jack's back was nearly over the counter. "So what's the plan?" Hiccup whispered after he nibbled Jack's ear.
He could feel the smirk against his cheek even before Jack answered. "We're gonna have a little fun."
Hiccup pulled away and raised an eyebrow, his hands on Jack's shoulders. "What─ what'd you have in mind?"
Jack took Hiccup's hands off his shoulders in one fluid motion and signaled him to follow with that certain look in his eyes. The dread curled in Hiccup's stomach; Jack was up to no good when he made those eyes. Hiccup hoped that the feeling in his lower region meant it was a good thing this time. Hiccup plodded behind Jack as the smaller boy disappeared into the living room.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me..."
"Prosthetic on yellow," Jack smirked. It was what he'd said every time the needle pointed to any color for the left leg. He was only picking on the poor boy, but it was hilarious to see Hiccup's face twist in fake anger.
"Oh, ha, ha, very funny," Hiccup huffed. His body was not in the best position for this move at all. Fingers twitching from the mix of paints underneath, he tried to bring his prosthetic over his other foot, which was on blue, but it was slightly too far. The closest yellow circle that would have made this entire thing much easier was already occupied by Jack's foot. Grunting, he brought his hand up and unsnapped his prosthetic, placing it on a yellow circle beneath Jack.
"That's cheating!" Jack complained with a tint of laughter in the edge of his voice.
Hiccup rotated his hips so that his torso and face could almost see the entirety of Jack's face. The boy was surprisingly flexible─ a fact he'd be sure to expose later─ and was somehow farther down on the mat but underneath him and over at the same time. Twister games never got this tricky. Jack must have been lying about a few moves to try and get Hiccup to cave. But Hiccup loved to point out the loopholes in Jack's tricks. "You said one limb per circle. You never said they had to be connected to the body."
"Still cheating," Jack grunted as he tossed the spinner up above Hiccup. Gasping from the unexpected motion, Hiccup reached a hand up and caught the piece of cardboard, gripping it tightly as it began to slip out of his painted fingers. The board itself was getting harder to read as more and more paint was added. At first, Hiccup hadn't realized that the Twister mat had paint on it─ Jack must have spread the colors thin. And of course, Hiccup's first move had been with his fake leg, so it took a few turns of constant "prosthetic on X" before he was given a different limb to plant and slipped and fell onto the other colors, smearing cold paint all over his body. It was a little aggravating, but now he knew why Jack had taken off their clothes. Their bodies were mostly bare and pressing against each other in more than one place, thanks to the game. On the other hand, the teasing was misleading. So naturally, he challenged Jack to a rematch. Hiccup didn't like to lose. And Jack was most certainly not getting top later.
Hiccup balanced the spinner on his blue-painted stomach, left over from his first fall, and flicked it. "Right hand on green," Hiccup mumbled as he tossed the spinner toward the green edge of the mat so that Jack would be able to reach it more easily when it was Hiccup's turn. He felt Jack's body slither around below him and Hiccup figured it would be another easy move for the white-and-blue-and-red-haired boy. Hiccup had made sure whenever he had a free hand to plop paint onto the boy's head. Jack always tried to escape it, but failed when Hiccup put more weight on him. That was the advantage one always wants in Twister─ stay on top. And Hiccup had plenty of experience with that.
Jack's torso was abruptly lying on Hiccup's as the boy lunged to place his hand on a green circle close to Hiccup's left hand. Jack looked down at Hiccup's shocked expression and kissed his nose playfully. "Hey, Hic. How you holdin' up?"
Hiccup was beginning to feel a little weaker, since only one leg was actually holding up any weight, but he was determined not to show it. "Just fine," he head-butted Jack's forehead lightly and raised his hips to meet Jack's with the idea that he could distract the boy from his own objective. Jack was visibly intrigued and bit at Hiccup's chin as he flicked the spinner. "And you?"
Jack's eyes darted back to his with a sense of devious mischief. "I'm having fun," he half-answered. "Right foot on red," Jack looked down at Hiccup's placement and saw that Hiccup was going to have to open his legs a little wider to make this work, "if you can."
Hiccup slid his good foot over to a comfortable red circle, rotating his hips so that he was level with Jack's, all while his eyes never left Jack. His eyebrows jerked upwards twice and a smirk played across his lips. "Too easy," he said evenly as he used his closest hand to use the spinner.
"I told you this would be fun," Jack smiled with that odd sense of innocence that Hiccup thought Jack would never lose.
"I said only if you don't get paint all over the house," Hiccup argued, not completely ready to give Jack another victory.
"Alright, alright," Jack glanced back at the spinner. He couldn't quite tell what the color was because there was so much paint that had been wiped onto it. "But loser has to clean up the mess."
"I still think the birthday boy shouldn't have to clean, but I guess rules are rules," Hiccup muttered. If this place was a mess when his father came up to visit, he'd be livid. He'd also probably be livid about his son dating a boy with white hair, but Hiccup didn't want to add much more to that. He turned his head to look at where the spinner landed. "Uh, right... no, left hand on─ Gods, I cannot read that thing anymore. What─ how did you even expect this to turn out?"
Jack peered at the spinner one more time before shrugging. "Let's just say, 'left hand on Hiccup,'" he compromised and brought his left hand up to Hiccup's stomach, pressing lightly.
"Okay, no─ this is definitely cheat─" Hiccup's indignant rant was cut short by Jack's fingers tickling the side of his ribcage. The prickling sensation traveled up his nerves and Hiccup started to giggle. "What─ wait─ no─ JACK! Stop, that tickles! This─" his laughter was getting harder to contain "─this isn't fair!"
In a sudden rush, Jack took his other hand off its color and put all of his weight on the suffering brunet. Hiccup, not being able to survive the attack, fell yet again onto the Twister mat and succumbed to Jack's tickling from both his hands. When Hiccup's eyes, squeezed shut, started to cry, Jack stopped and leaned into his face. He held Hiccup's head closer and began kissing him passionately. Hiccup stubbornly denied the advance for a few moments before settling into the feeling of Jack's lips. As Hiccup began to slowly open his mouth...
"I win," Jack whispered with his lips hardly gone from Hiccup's as he took a much-needed breath.
Hiccup waved his arms around on the mat, confusing Jack temporarily. The older boy then embraced Jack in a sloppy, painted hug, coating Jack's pale skin in a muddy rainbow of colors. Hiccup's fingers found their way to Jack's sides and began to tickle him as well. Jack lost his dominance as the pair rolled over in the paint and Hiccup's assaults ceased to relent. Jack had knocked into Hiccup's prosthetic, but he tossed it somewhere off to the side in his haste to stop Hiccup's tickling. Hiccup, after hearing something crash off to the right, grasped Jack's hands and pulled them together above his head. The smaller boy struggled against it uselessly. Their bodies mixed with each other, spreading paint practically everywhere except underneath their boxers. Hiccup closed in on Jack's panicked laughter and encased his lips in a graceless, smothering kiss. Jack was all too eager to kiss back, so Hiccup broke the kiss and sat up, straddling the messy boy.
"I don't think so," Hiccup pressed his hips a little harder, earning a groan from Jack. "I'm pretty sure you're the one who took his hand off its color."
But Jack wasn't going to give in. Not yet. "But your body hit the ground first," he retorted, pushing his body up on his elbows.
Hiccup couldn't help but smile at the boy lying on the paint-soaked Twister mat. The sexual tension was still thick in the air and Jack still managed to be himself. Gods, Hiccup loved this boy. He leaned in close and gently rested his forehead on Jack's. "I'm the Birthday Boy. I say I win. I also say we are finished with this game and you should meet me in the shower when you're done cleaning up the place."
Jack puffed out air in annoyance. "Fine, but let me clean the paint that won't come off so easily."
And as Hiccup was climbing off Jack and carefully picking his way to the bathroom, he knew Jack wasn't talking about the living room.
A/N: So what do you guys think? This is honestly my first time writing these two characters being together like this, although I've shipped them for awhile now. I'm also writing a story about how they came to fall for each other and all the pitfalls and obstacles that come with it (As We Lay To Rest), so check it out if you're interested!
My other works are under Rise of the Guardians (no crossovers) if you want to check those out, too! Yay, shameless self-promotion! :D
Have a good day/night! :)
