((THE FIRST PART OF THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS HICCUP X DAGUR SINCE HE'S THE OTHER PORN ACTOR FEEL FREE TO SKIP IT))
"You again, Berserker? What do you want?" Hiccup poured himself some ale from an old jar that added to the decoration, paying no attention to the red-head.
"I came here for what is rightfully mine," Dagur hissed as he approached ominously from the creaking threshold, a sword and an axe hung from one of his wide shoulders.
"If you think Berk belongs to you, you are gravely mistaken," He took some sips from his cup. "And I recommend you leave before my dad gets here. He doesn't take kindly to invaders, especially you."
"I wasn't talking about this pitiful piece of land," He declared while he trapped Hiccup in the corner of where he was standing, an old Viking kitchen. His hands shot out, his palms hitting the wooden wall next to Hiccup's head loudly. "I came for you,"
"You must be joking," Hiccup rolled his eyes.
"Unfortunately for you, I'm not and your father won't be stepping a foot here anytime soon,"
Hiccup pushed furiously at Dagur's hard chest but the man did not budge. "You monster! What did you do to my dad?!" The auburn demanded, fists clenched.
"Nothing harmful, since I know I really can't stand your emotional tantrums," Dagur rolled his eyes. "But I sent him after a decoy,"
"A decoy?"
"Yes, he's probably by the other side of the island by now, chasing what he thinks is the real threat," Dagur looked proud of himself.
"You think you're a threat for me?" Hiccup said incredulously.
"Oh, you don't believe me?" The berserker sent him a leering look and a thin smile. "Then, let me show you,"
He pulled Hiccup by his neck to him, crashing their lips together in a hard kiss. Dagur's tongue trespassed Hiccup's soft, pliant lips, exploring every corner of that wet and warm mouth.
The Viking's protests were muffled by the other's mouth. He thrashed around until he was able to separate from Dagur and he exclaimed,
"Are you out of your mind?!" while the Berserker grabbed him from his fur vest and took him to the nearest flat surface he could find in the kitchen which was a creaking table, lying Hiccup on it who spread his legs to let the red-head in between them, just like the script said.
"So let's say you do have your way with me, what's that going to prove, huh? Berk won't be yours just because you had sex with me!" Hiccup's rage was all a ruse, even in character.
"Certainly, not. That's not how you conquer other islands," Dagur admitted while he buried his face on Hiccup's neck and kissed his jaw line from chin to ear.
"That's right," The smaller one agreed but he laced his voice with disappointment.
"But I can try, can't I?" Dagur continued, laughing mischievously and a tad crazily at his own wit.
Despite the manhandling, Hiccup was already half-hard. Apparently, he could take it rough and the whole pushing and dragging around made him a little excited. Something that Hiccup wouldn't ever admit out loud while he was alive and could blame it on the proximity of another being. Besides, this is his job, this is what he does.
Dagur, on the other hand, had been hard probably since he cornered Hiccup against the wall. One of the countless reasons why they called him deranged.
He yanked Hiccup's pants roughly and wrapped his erection with his large palm. Hiccup moaned and arched his back.
"Well, well, looks like someone isn't really objecting to this? Hmm?" He rubbed Hiccup's tip with his thumb. "And look you're even hard," He mocked. Wait what. That wasn't on the script. But two could play the same game.
"And you're taking your sweet time," The younger hissed while pulling Dagur closer with his legs around his waist. "Just get on with it,"
"Impatient little Viking, aren't you?" The Berserker teased, dragging Hiccup's hips to his clothed erection, grinding hard against the other.
Hiccup lifted his hips to meet Dagur's strong thrusts, moaning loudly as he did so.
Why was Dagur taking so long?! This shot was supposed to be fast! The script just described the Berserker getting in the kitchen, fuck the brains out of the Berkian and then leave. They didn't have time to fool around anymore; Dagur had screwed up the other shots so this was their last chance. In the other shots, Dagur hadn't gotten to the part where he penetrates Hiccup either (because that was what they were supposed to do in this scene). Was he stalling or something?
So Hiccup decided to take action and save his butt (metaphorically, because knowing Dagur his ass wasn't going to be safe any time soon) and Dagur's. He tugged his partner's pants down rapidly and grinded his cock with Dagur's much larger one. The older man groaned, pleased, and let the weight of his hips fall on Hiccup's, joining their lengths even harder, while he supported the rest of his weight on his elbows at either side of Hiccup's head.
The friction felt delicious, Hiccup must admit and he enjoyed the moment when the familiar feeling of warm golden ecstasy pooled in his belly. He whined as the room got hotter and Dagur heavier on top of him, the extra weight on him, covering him completely sent tingles to his abdomen and he arched his back again to rub against the larger male.
Dagur groaned on top of him while he reached for a tar sitting on that very same table (really, this place was filled with hidden lube containers) and dug his fingers into it, coating them with the substance.
"You ready for this," He said while stroking his shaft with the aforementioned lube-coated hand, leering at the boy on the table."Hiccup?"
"Hey!"
"Aaaaaaaand cut!" Tooth yelled from the other side of the room.
"What?" Dagur exclaimed, confused, hand still glued to his shaft while separating himself reluctantly from Hiccup and raising an inquisitive hand. "What did I do now?!"
"You called me by my name, you asshole!"
"So?!" He asked incredulously.
"You can't do that, Dagur. Oh my god," The smaller angrily wrapped his naked body around a white bath robe (which was thankfully thick enough to hide his boner) and climbed down from the table. "This is the fourth take!"
"I'll give you guys a break while I check on the reception, alright? We will try again tomorrow," Toothiana said as she hurriedly turned off the cameras and left the room.
"And where do you think you're going?" Dagur called after Hiccup and put a bathrobe on.
"Do you think you're the only one I film with, Dagur? I have to go to my other shot,"
He groaned loudly but the auburn ignored it. The red-head's possessiveness was not his problem.
"What am I supposed to do with this?" He gestured to his hard-on.
"I don't know," Hiccup spat. "Take a cold shower or deal with it yourself, I don't care." And he put his earphones on. He had the same problem, after all and now he'd had to deal with it himself since Dagur couldn't even make a scene without calling his name.
..::..
Jack straightened his checkered shirt before taking his last sip of water and greeted the receptionist.
"Hey, Tooth,"
"Hey, Jack." She replied in a low voice and typed on her phone, probably to notify North that he was here. "You're needed in the room #6. Hiccup is almost done. Would you wait a little bit for him outside?" She flashed him that radiant smile of hers.
"Sure, thank you." He headed to room #6 as Tooth had instructed and waited patiently for the auburn.
He noticed that the red light bulb above the door on room #4 and 5 was on, meaning that some shots were been filmed. He concluded that Hiccup would be in one of them and the other occupied with other actors, whom, by the way, Jack hadn't seen since he got here. He'd only met Hiccup, which was okay. Environmental music played in the background.
When he gave more thought to it he wondered how it'd be if he were partnered with someone else. He'd get through it, he guessed. But would it be as easy as it would be with Hiccup? However, Jack had only acted with him once, so he couldn't be sure.
The light bulb on room #4 went off and Jack didn't hear anything from the inside, not that he had from the start, all the rooms where probably sound proof. The door opened and Jack wiped his head, expecting to see Hiccup coming out of the room. Instead of him, a tall red-head sauntered out, looking furious and fastening his bath robe tighter on him.
He took a sight of Jack, who was leaning against the wall and huffed out in annoyance, clearly unimpressed. He rolled his eyes at him and headed to the showers.
Before Jack could comprehend what was wrong with that guy, Hiccup calmly walked out of the room. His hair was disheveled, pointing in every direction, his knees were wobbly and a blush dusted his tanned cheeks.
Jack did a double take and gave him a once over. By no means, had Hiccup looked like that when they acted on their take! What had those two been doing there? Well, Jack rolled his eyes; it was obvious what they were doing but what specifically? Sex constituted in all acts you consider intimate. It could go from blowjobs to actually penetration. The thought of Hiccup being pounded by another male, and one much bigger at that, left a bitter taste on Jack's mouth and his hands curled into fists. But he let it go, since that was what Hiccup for a living and worrying about that was like expecting the ocean not to be wet.
It really concerned Jack. That guy was huge compared to tiny Hiccup. While Jack was a good head taller than Hiccup (he reached his chin), the auburn barely reached the red-head's chest.
"Oh, Jack!" Hiccup quickly tried to nervously arrange his crazy hair when he spotted the blue-eyed boy. "You're here early," He commented, playing with his bath robe.
Jack didn't have the heart to tell him that it was Hiccup who was actually late.
"Were you waiting for me?"
"I was,"
"Just give me a few minutes in the showers and we can start,"
"You… can go at it again? After…?" After what you just did in there? Jack trailed off.
"Hm? Oh, actually I can," He laughed. "but I won't since we're not doing much today. Well, at least I won't. We won't be going that far this time. " He elaborated.
"What do you mean?" Jack asked.
"We'll just do a facial," He said casually but his eyes were cast downwards.
"A facial?" The white-haired was surprised. He thought that Tooth had really been joking the other day.
"Yes, they were actually serious. North considered it and thought why not?" He stuffed his hands on the pockets. "I think they're giving you time to adapt before we go all the way…"
Jack felt like an interviewer asking so many questions but he still couldn't help but to stutter,
"A-all the way?"
"Yeah," The auburn whispered weakly. "You know, all the way." He explained, emphasizing with his hand movements, those that Jack noticed Hiccup often did, before stuffing them in his pockets again. "Unless you don't want to, of course…"
"No! I…" I do want it? I'm looking forward to it? I can't wait? "Sure thing." Great.
"Cool. Uh, I'm gonna go to the showers and…" He pointed awkwardly to the direction were the red-head had gone.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, don't let me stop you,"
"Thanks. They've just cleaned the room; by the way, you can go in already. The light's not on." He gestured room #6. "You didn't need to wait for me," He chuckled.
"My bad," Jack said while cursing Tooth in his head. That was probably a plan of her. He'd seen the looks she'd sent to him and Hiccup.
..::..
"You are now CEO of important corporation," North told Jack once Hiccup was back from the showers nice and clean. "And you, Hiccup, are the CEO's assistant. Any doubts?" He handed them the scripts.
"No, North," They said in unison.
"Good. I'll give you time to prepare," And he went to the monitors where Sandy seemed to be struggling with a headset.
"Who would have thought that the plot would be so important?" Jack commented.
"You'd be surprised," Hiccup answered, browsing through the pages. "And these are quite thin. You should see the ones I have with Dagur. They're like a whole book but that's because our films are almost like a series. They even have continuity and stuff. People seem to dig the whole 'Viking' thing,"
Jack played with his lines. "Dagur, huh… He's the guy you were with before I came here?"
Hiccup looked at Jack and then back at his sheets. "Yeah, Dagur the Deranged." He didn't feel like thinking about him right now.
Jack was afraid to ask, almost like he didn't want to know the truth but he did so anyways. "…Why do they call him deranged?"
"You can stick around long enough to find out yourself, if you know what I mean," He pronounced nonchalantly to which Jack gagged and wrinkled his nose, disgusted.
"No, thank you."
Hiccup laughed at his reaction and fanned himself with the pages. "You don't like him?" He queried curiously. The boy shook his white hair. "Why not?"
"I just feel we're not going to hit it off," That and other reasons that Jack wouldn't admit out loud.
"Well, you wouldn't be the only one," He laughed nervously "You can tell North not to pair you with him, by the way, and he won't. But that wouldn't matter because Dagur doesn't work with anyone, anyway. So you're safe," Hiccup omitted the part where Dagur refused to work with anyone who wasn't Hiccup.
"That's good to know," Jack exhaled, fixing his jacket suit. He was dressed up neatly and elegantly. Imposing, just like a responsible businessman should be. His partner was wearing something similar yet you could see the difference in power between them.
They were in the same room as the last time they had filmed the last shot, only this time, they were in the opposite side of it with the board office. A long table with chairs on its sides waited for them. The scripted explained that they'd do it sitting down. Well, Jack sitting down in the chair at the top while Hiccup blew him under the table. There were around three cameras in the set.
One sitting at the table, capturing all of Jack's future reactions. The second behind the blue-eyed boy, pointing at under the table and Hiccup. The third hovered above both them.
Jack sat on the chair at the end of the table. There were sheets of paper on the table with useless words; some of them were part of the script. It felt good to have his lines in front of him in case he forgot one, but he didn't worry too much about it since he could always improvise and he felt that that was something he was good at.
Hiccup went to the other side of the fake door. "We're ready, North." He called. Jack took a breath and briefly closed his eyes.
"Take one of the CEO and the assistant, #8723…and action!" The camera started rolling and Sandy and North sat back with their headsets and scripts in hand.
Hiccup knocked lightly on the door.
"Come in," Jack enunciated, pretending to be busy with his paperwork.
"Sir,"
"Oh, it's you,"
"It's me," Hiccup, or in this case, Henry agreed, adjusting his glasses.
"What is it?" Jack's voice was calmed and collected.
"Your 2o'clock meeting has been canceled," He said as he neared the entrepreneur.
"How come? That was a meeting with my father," The CEO started.
"Well," Hiccup rounded the table, letting his hand caress it lightly as he went. "Mr. Frost said that his son had too much work and responsibilities, to which honestly, I agree,"
"You think I work too much?"
"I think you should relax," He corrected, by now he was just behind Jack. "And that's why I'm here. This is the reason you hired me, after all," The assistant finished rounding him and sat on the long table.
"I hired you because you are good at what you do," Jack pushed the paper aside to make Hiccup some room.
"I think we can both agree on that," He concurred easily, stretching just a little bit more and giving Jack a nice view of his thin t-shirt extending over his chest as he loosened his tie.
"I meant good with the paperwork," Jack said quickly, his eyes glued to Hiccup's slender fingers playing with his piece of fabric.
Henry frowned. "Just paperwork?" He parted Jack's legs with his thigh pecked his Adam's apple. He placed a wet kiss on the side of his neck and started to suck and nibble lightly until he knew that he was going to leave a mark. "Is that so?"
"…And other things," The CEO amended.
Henry smiled and tugged gently on Jack's deep blue tie. "What you need," He whispered, one hand buried in that snow white hair and the other gliding over the bulge in Jack's pants. "is to relax,"
And his warm lips brushed lightly against cold ones.
Fuck it, thought Jack. He reciprocated eagerly, closing the space between them because goddammit Hiccup's mouth was very soft and sweet but this time he kissed him gently instead of frantically like the last time. He just wanted to forget the script and let himself and Hiccup do whatever they wanted (Even though he highly doubted that since Hiccup was a professional and he wouldn't let that happen even in his wildest dreams), forget Dagur, make the auburn forget that stupid red-head that seem to rile Hiccup up and kiss him tenderly over and over again.
Then, Hiccup started moving his hand down there and Jack actually let a quite whine escape his mouth when the other separated their lips.
Hiccup ran his tongue over his mouth pensively, like he was tasting the sensation that lingered there and gave Jack a look that the white-haired boy was sure wasn't on the script. A knowing look that he seemed to immediately grasped but soon lowered himself under the table, just in level with Jack's hips and it suddenly struck Jack like lighting, the reminder that Hiccup was actually going to give him a blow job. To him. With his mouth. On his dick.
It wasn't like Jack hadn't had any blow jobs before, but the fact that it was Hiccup made his toes curl and an anxiousness dance in his belly.
The assistant took out his length out of the CEO's constrictive pants and stroke it to full hardness. Finally, he yanks Jack's pants and boxer's to mid thigh and engulfs him all in. Jack's jaw drops in a loud, shaking moan and his eyes are closed shut and he can't help but to grip hard at Hiccup's soft hair but quickly loosens his hold.
Hiccup goes right back up,takes Jack by the base and slipped his lips over the head of his cock, swirling his tongue around it, licking at the pre-come that leaks. He gave a suck and started moving his hand. He took him deeper, tracing the underside and the veins of his shaft with his tongue.
"Ah, H-h-" Oh shit. What was Hiccup's fictitious name again? "Henry…" Yeah, that one.
The warmth coming from Hiccup's wet mouth made Jack's back arch and he fought to keep his hips from thrusting up even if the sensation felt just like lighting buzzing his muscles. He groaned as he caressed and pushed Hiccup's hair back.
Hiccup hummed against Jack's cold skin; he grabbed his hip with his free hand and rubbed his side. He pulled off for a moment, taking some air, before taking him back in as far as he can, until his head bumps the back of Hiccup's throat and his nose touches the guardian's skin. Relaxing his throat and ignoring his gag reflex, he sucked harder.
Jack groaned louder and looked down, watching as Hiccup took his whole length into his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he sucked, turning the blue-eyed boy even more on and nearing him to his climax. The tightness in his stomach began to unravel.
Hiccup pulled back slowly, made sure that his tongue left a path from the bottom to the tip and his mouth slid off with a 'pop'. The younger wiped his lips from saliva and pre-cum, sucking faster on his tip.
He must admit, he was quite good at blow jobs, or so he's been told, but he can't help the blush that ascends to his cheeks when he thinks he's doing this to Jack. He blames it on the fact that he met him just a few days ago, even if his jobs requires him to have sex with almost strangers.
Jack is close, very close. He feels it's just seconds away and even though he wishes more than anything to finish in the other's warm mouth, not only would he be a jerk but he also remembers that this is supposed to be a facial and although this is a porn studio, they draw lines in where you're supposed to climax and another actor's mouth is definitely a no-no (unless that's what you're supposed to do in the shot and both actors were okay with it but no one had agreed on finishing on the other's mouth). He can feel himself coming undone.
Jack discretely tapped on Hiccup's nape with his finger and the auburn jolted (hopefully the camera didn't catch that). It seemed that he was really into it but suddenly understands what Jack was trying to tell him.
Hiccup pulled away with heavy eyelids and another 'pop' but not before lapping at Jack and stroking him nice and long one last time before shudders ran from Jack's head to toe when he came with a loud moan. Waves and waves of pleasure overtook his body when he reached his orgasm; his seed shot out and coated Hiccup's face who feigned surprise, just like it was scripted.
"Well," He started, taking off his fake glasses which were coated with cum and wiping them on his shirt. "That was something. Are you relaxed now, sir?"
"Yes, very," Jack breathlessly cited his lines. That orgasm had hit him hard but from somewhere deep down he found the strength to tuck himself in his pants and pull the zipper up.
"Can I go?" He asked. This was just the part where he brushes off his knees (which were on a cushion placed there before they even started filming for him to be comfortably kneeling) and leaves.
'Yes,' Was what Jack was supposed to say but instead he answered, "Won't you at least let me give you a kiss?" The guy had just given him a blow job, after all.
Hiccup didn't stop the snort that left his lips at that. Jack bent down and first pecked him before tilting his head to tenderly kiss him deeply. Hiccup couldn't help but to sigh into the kiss.
..::..
"No, but really, how old are you?" The older asked when he took a good look at Hiccup's face in the showers, scrubbing away what they've just done.
Hiccup looked around and stood on his tip-toes to make sure the other stalls were empty."Okay, listen," He gestured Jack to come closer who immediately did to listen better like an excited little girl. "I'm 17, but don't tell anyone, okay?! I'm telling you this just because you're the only one who seems to notice my baby face,"
Jack gasped, surprised. "Hiccup, that's not even legal!" He protested.
"Shhh!"
"I'm going to jail," Jack shook his head.
"No, you're not. Besides, you're 19 and I'm turning 18 in two days, so who cares?" Hiccup scrubbed his skin furiously but Jack stopped him.
"How did you even get this job?"
"You don't wanna know," The younger sing-songed.
"Wait, your birthday is in two days?"
"Yeah…" Hiccup played with the soap he'd used to wash his face.
"I'm gonna give you a present,"
"You really don't have to do that,"
"You're gonna love it,"
"Please, don't'," He begged half-heartedly while he splashed more water to his face and there, Jack could see faint, little, red, angry marks on his neck.
"Oh, shit, I did that to you?" His voice was soft and worried. He hadn't even noticed that he had been gripping Hiccup so hard.
"What? Oh," Hiccup said when he saw where Jack was looking at and felt them. "Don't mind them; I can't even feel them,"
"Here, let me help you," The older then left his stall to get into Hiccup's steamy one.
"Hey! What are you doing here?" Hiccup gasped as he tried to cover as much as he could. "Get your own stall,"
Jack chuckled. "What's with you?"
"I'm really shy, okay?" The freckled teen admitted and tried to hide a smile with a frown.
"You are what! You don't actually think I'm gonna believe that after what we've done, right?" He splashed him with water playfully. "I've already seen everything."
Hiccup laughed and tried to protect his already soaked body uselessly. "It's complicat-" He wasn't able to finish when he stepped on the bubbles on the wet tiles and slipped. Jack was fast to shot his hand out to catch Hiccup by his arm and not let him face plant against the floor but not fast enough to stop Hiccup's body to accidently collide and slide sensually against his wet one when Hiccup tried to regain his footing, creating friction between them.
Hiccup looked up at him with wide eyes, one of his hands rested on Jack's chest from when he tried to stand up. "Uh…"
Strangely, this felt like the first time they had actually touched skin to skin. "You okay there, Hiccup?" Jack said breathlessly, the steam was probably getting to his head. That would explain the blushes on both of their faces. Those blushes were even redder than the ones they wore back at the room. The water from the shower had flattened out Jack's usual spiky hair.
"Uh, yeah. I'm fine, I'm fine," Hiccup finally reacted, separating himself from Jack. "Nice catch there…"
"Haha, yeah…"
They stood there like that awkwardly like idiots for around 4 seconds before Hiccup opened his mouth again.
"Okay, then! I, uh, I think I'm ready to get out so…" He fumbled with the stall door. "I'll see you later!" He called before grabbing a towel and fleeing from the scene.
"See ya," The other whispered even if Hiccup couldn't hear him anymore and looked down, thanking God that he had sprouted a hard-on just now and not in front of Hiccup.
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