A/N: Hey guys! Finally a little sequel to this one-shot! I'm not even going to attempt to hide in shame about what's going on in this chapter. I will say though that this is the first time I've written smut. So be warned... I think? Gosh, I don't think I can ever get used to writing this stuff.

Please read, review, and... enjoy?

After the Game

Hiccup hobbled toward the bathroom since Jack had thrown his prosthetic somewhere at the end of their game of Twister. Honestly, there were days when he had forgotten that he had ever lost the leg. Today was not one of those days. Yeah, it was his idea to detach the limb to make a successful─ although dubious─ move in the game. And yeah, he sort of regretted it. But he couldn't wear the thing in the shower, so Jack had done him a service in that way.

What a birthday.

The bathroom door was eased open and Hiccup's mostly naked body made its way through with tremendous effort. Leaning his hip against the sink countertop, he removed his paint-soaked underwear and tossed it in the laundry basket in the corner of the room. Hiccup thought─ a little too late─ that the article might get paint over whatever other clothing was in there. A slight downward twitch of his lips was the only sign that he cared.

He was sure Jack had noticed, but at the end of their little quibble, Hiccup's member was more than slightly bothered. Even right now, it still hadn't receded. Hiccup debated between helping himself and waiting for Jack. The white-haired boy had already made quick work of their clothing earlier, so Hiccup didn't doubt that Jack would almost definitely jump Hiccup in the shower. The thought of such a needy Jack made it twitch. Hiccup ignored it and turned on the shower's controls. Not for the first time, he was glad that his father had invested in the room-like, open showering area with several overhead showerheads. The only thing that separated the shower from the rest of the room was a sturdy glass wall and gently sloping floors toward an inconspicuous drain in the center. The other great thing about this shower? Hiccup plugged in his phone into an outer shelf's jack and started playing some music. Perfect.

Hiccup took a quick look in the mirror before stepping into the shower's section that was already beginning to steam up. His hair was sticky with red and green paint for the most part, though there were some blue and yellow streaks. There was paint splattered along his face and smeared around his abs, mostly muddied mixtures by now. Hiccup made a face and mentally noted something for later. He heard a small crash come from the direction of the living room, but when he called out, no answer was received. Rolling his eyes, Hiccup figured that Jack was either trying his best to clean up or not trying at all. Either way, he had to make it into the shower without slipping─ with one leg, no less.

The steam billowed into the rest of the bathroom as Hiccup slid the glass door open and hopped over the small lip. So far, so good. Keeping a hand on the wall, the brunet made his way to the bench on the farther side of the shower and sat down in relief. Showers had always been hard, and the full attention on not being able to walk without the prosthetic hit him full force each time. It sucked. Hiccup knew that there was nothing he could do about it, but a sour mood befell him regardless.

"And why does the Birthday Boy look so sad?" A familiar voice was muffled by the glass at first, getting louder as the door slid once more. Hiccup looked up to see that Jack─ most definitely naked (not that he'd had much left to take off) and artfully painted─ making his way effortlessly toward Hiccup, walking through the showerhead's misted waterfall. It was a setting that Hiccup used often when he was just trying to relax. Unfortunately, Jack mistook the reason for Hiccup's change of mood. "Did I take too long?"

Hiccup's eyes didn't meet Jack's, but merely stayed on the pooled floor. He muttered something that Jack didn't quite catch, so the boy leaned down, forehead to forehead, and asked him to say it again. If Hiccup was suddenly serious, Jack needed to know why.

"It's the stump," Hiccup muttered a little louder, tapering off in embarrassment.

Jack just stared for a moment before bursting into unceremonious laughter. "Really? That's all, Hic? Honestly, it's your birthday. You shouldn't have to worry about anything on your birthday, right?"

"But it's─ argh─ it's just so frustrating!" Hiccup threw his hands up into his hair and hunched over. "I can hardly make it in here without slipping. Sometimes I'll just sit on the floor and take my shower like some infant. It's so degrading!" Hiccup's outburst ended with a hard glare at Jack, but then his look softened. It wasn't Jack's fault Hiccup didn't have two legs. Jack hadn't even known Hiccup until after it had happened. "I'm sorry, Jack. I─ I didn't mean─"

But before Hiccup could stutter out the rest of his apology, Jack had knelt down to the shower floor below Hiccup's bench and took a hold of Hiccup's bad leg. His touch was alarmingly soothing for how fast he'd moved to stop Hiccup's rant. Jack placed his lips upon Hiccup's knee cap and looked the brunet in the eyes with the most sincerity Hiccup hadn't been expecting.

"It's fine, Hiccup," Jack kissed his boyfriend's leg again and ran a slight finger over the smooth surface of the amputation, "I'll be on the ground with you." Another kiss around the cut limb─ causing a shiver to shoot up Hiccup's spine─ and Jack stood up and offered a hand.

Hiccup took Jack's hand tentatively, touched by Jack's sensitivity. The white-haired boy helped Hiccup over to the space in between the two showerheads and eased the both of them back down onto the ground, so that each boy had water falling down their backs as they faced each other. Hiccup's cheeks and the tips of his ears were burning red against his multitudes of freckles. It wasn't purely out of lust, but they both knew it was there. They weren't naive. But Jack needed to make sure his love was okay before they did anything. It was Hiccup's birthday. "After all, you're supposed to have fun on your birthday. Are you going to let your lack of a leg bum you out of some awesome sex with yours truly?"

Ah, that blush was about ninety-nine percent lust. Or embarrassment. In all honesty, they were often the same thing for these two. Despite having been with each other for the better part of two years, some of the original charm of the chase was never lost.

"Shut up," Hiccup's reply was curt as his head turned to the side and he grabbed a washcloth, dampening it and looking for soap.

Jack reached behind him and grabbed the bar that Hiccup was looking for and handed it to him with ease. But as Hiccup was about to take it from him, Jack pulled his arm away and Hiccup was already leaning too far forward and their lips crashed together as Jack had planned. Taking the initiative, Jack dropped the bar and grasped Hiccup's shoulders in his slim hands. Feeling the muscle─ wet under the shower's hot water─ tense and relax as the element of surprise faded away, Jack hummed appreciation onto Hiccup's lips and the brunet took it as an invitation to open his mouth tentatively. As if he could've stopped himself─ Jack's lips were way too tantalizing for his own good. Jack, once again, went with it and pushed his tongue forward, but stopped to wait for Hiccup to respond. He didn't have to wait long before Hiccup was joining him completely, opening himself to Jack with every ounce of trust.

After a minute of playful slides of the tongue and biting of the lower lips, Jack pushed Hiccup onto the ground and leaned over the taller boy triumphantly before pushing his lips back onto Hiccup's with heated fervor. The water falling onto his back, Jack was starting to get sloppy in his kisses and decided to push Hiccup's head to the side and nibble along the brunet's freckled neck. The water that traveled down their bodies made it harder to purchase a grip, but Jack managed to get a few love bites down Hiccup's neck and over his shoulder, down his collarbone, across his chest, and almost, just barely about to suckle on his nipple─

But nothing happened. Hiccup didn't feel the devilishly enticing tongue on his chest any longer. His breath was already short and labored, but Jack had other plans. He leaned back up to Hiccup's ears and began to whisper. "Do I take this as a sign that I can take top today?"

Hiccup whimpered due to his now rock hard member yearning for attention but receiving none. "Not if you keep teasing, you're not."

Jack smirked at his bothered boyfriend. "Blowjob it is, then."

Hiccup groaned wantonly as Jack returned to kissing and biting down what seemed to be every inch of his torso. "Fuuuuuck," the brunet already had his hands raking down through Jack's stark white hair in anticipation. And Hiccup never swore. His eyes were closed, his head hung back, and his chest was arching into Jack's every touch. A warm sensation was stirring inside him and it was intoxicating. Please, please, oh fucking please! Jack knew just what would get him going, Hiccup knew it.

Too bad they were both going to push the limit today.

Jack's lips skipped over Hiccup's abdomen, where his fingers traced delicately over his ribcage. The sensation was a pleasant tickling that earned a breathless gasp from the brunet below Jack. The white-haired boy's lips smirked against Hiccup's inner hip, just beside his throbbing cock, but not quite touching. He felt the needy moan coming from the boy underneath his fingers still at the boy's sides and continued to bite and lick and suck everywhere but the place that mattered.

"Jack, damn the gods, just suck me off already," Hiccup muttered, his arms no longer able to reach into Jack's hair as the boy trailed further away.

Jack sat up and admired the fact that his normally dominant lover was now a quivering mess on the floor─ and they hadn't even done anything yet. "Does the thought of shower sex turn you on this much?"

"Only if it's you," Hiccup answered cheekily.

"God, you're such a sap," Jack said as he crawled back up to Hiccup's face and kept his arms on either side of the brunet's head. His hips, without warning, snapped downward so that their erections rubbed against each other, the friction causing both of them to moan─ though Hiccup's was more of a whimper.

Hiccup bucked his hips upward the second time and held them there in the air so that Jack was forced to practically sit on top of him. The only pleasurable difference was that Jack's ass wasn't being fucked just yet but his face was twisted in an obvious want regardless. Hiccup grabbed at Jack's shoulder and jaw and brought the boy down to his lips again, not caring if the kiss was sloppy and honestly probably not even a kiss anymore. Jack hummed in amusement and pressed his hips down against Hiccup's raised ones. The movement was sudden and the ground was slippery, however, and Hiccup's grip on the floor gave way as they fell back down, their erections almost painfully caught in between their bodies slicked with shower water.

"Sorry," Jack apologized hastily, caressing Hiccup's face carefully and searched for any hint of pain. Instead, there was something else entirely different in those emerald eyes.

"Bedroom. Now."

Jack paled─ well, paler than he already was, which was nearly impossible─ and then burned what he was sure was a bright cherry color. Had Hiccup been that turned on by slight pain? Did he have that kink? Was Jack about to find out? Jesus. The thoughts swam around in his head. Perhaps the steam in the shower was a little bit too much. Jack got off of Hiccup and helped the boy stand up on his good leg. Hiccup put his arm over Jack's shoulders and they made their way out of the shower room. Jack stopped Hiccup from walking any further and grabbed the washed prosthetic from where it lay in the sink. He sunk down and strapped it on─ he knew that Hiccup hated being without it for too long and doubted that Hiccup wanted to feel so vulnerable before pounding Jack senseless (in the oh-so-good way). Jack also very highly doubted he was getting top tonight. The way Hiccup commanded him into the bedroom hinted heavily at the fact that he was going to have his face buried in the pillows.

Oh, fuck.

As soon as the snaps were put in place, Hiccup walked out of the bathroom. "Get in bed now, Jack," He demanded as he took the wrong turn out of the bathroom. Jack was puzzled, but he did as he was told. There would be time to disobey Hiccup sooner or later.

Jack gently closed the door behind him and walked over to the bed at the far corner of the room. He sat down and shifted to the center of the bed, wondering where Hiccup had gone. Jack saw the paint buckets he'd tossed into the room at the last moment, however, and realized that it had spilled all over the other side of his room. Instead of going over to try and hide the mess, Jack decided another route would take Hiccup's attention away from the potentially permanent damage.

Hiccup walked into the room with one hand behind his back and stared at Jack, sprawled lewdly on his bed and petting himself slowly, making sure Hiccup saw it all. White hair was falling over his eyes and laying across the pillow, starting to soak from the water that still covered his body. Hiccup had recognized the fact that neither of them had dried off yet, but it didn't matter. He fingered the object behind his back and hoped that Jack was far gone enough to comply with these certain commands. But as he took a step, Hiccup saw the paint buckets at the other corner of the room. His anger flared and he stomped over to Jack, who was starting to cower further back on the bed. Oh, he was fucked.

In more ways than one.

Hiccup tossed the thing he had to the ground and launched himself at Jack, straddling him and pinning the boy's arms above his head.

"You little shit, that's what you did with the paint," Hiccup growled into and bit Jack's ear. A surprised yelp escaped Jack's throat. Hiccup was rarely rough, let alone this rough. The brunet hopped off of Jack and spun the boy around by his hips and began to slap his bare ass without warning. Jack wanted to say that it hurt, that it was unexpected, which it was, but it was so hot and such a turn on that nonsensical words tumbled out of his mouth. A smaller swat was delivered to the same spot that was already stinging, and then Hiccup lowered his lips to the spot and sucked, leaving a blue mark right on the side of Jack's ass. Jack whimpered and prayed that Hiccup would just take him there, prepped or not.

"'M not sorry," Jack whispered, glancing over at Hiccup teasingly. But looking at Hiccup's face, Jack saw that Hiccup was just as red, if not redder. God, even when Hiccup was being dominant, he still seemed so unsure. And it was turning Jack on even more.

But Hiccup wouldn't let his words betray him, too. "Neither am I. Turn around, Jack."

Jack flipped back onto his back and kept his legs open, baring everything he had in front of Hiccup, all pretense with being cheeky gone. "Take me," Jack wiggled on the sheets, trying to get close to Hiccup's god damned gorgeous hard on.

But Hiccup backed up and shook his head, standing up and going over to the side where he'd tossed whatever he'd brought into the room. He set it on the nightstand, his eyes never leaving Jack's flushed figure. Jack's ice blue eyes left Hiccup's gaze and dropped to the object. Jack's throat went dry.

An impossibly gigantic dildo stared at him. Well, not literally, but Jack was intimidated all the same. "The fuck is that?"

"Aster dropped by my car before I left for home and said it was a joke present," Hiccup rubbed the back of his neck, "I don't think he actually believes I'd use it."

Jack's eyes widened. Was he getting top tonight? Or... "Are you going to use it?"

Hiccup sat up on the edge of the bed opposite Jack, legs wide and eyes staring intently. "No. But you will."

"Not even going to help?"

Hiccup's flush returned full force, spreading across his cheek, ears, and along the top of his chest. "Nope. I─ I want to see you d-do it all─ all by yourself." He couldn't keep looking at Jack's eyes for long, however, and dropped his gaze. "If... if you don't w-want to─ well, you don't have to. I, I just─"

A hand grabbed at his chin unexpected and forced Hiccup to look directly into beautiful, honest, and hazy blue eyes that were now mere inches from him. "It's your birthday, Hic. Of course I want to~" Jack purred as he brought the quivering brunet into a calm, sensual kiss. "I'll do whatever you want."

Hiccup gulped and pushed Jack back onto the bed and sat back. "Go slow, a-and make sure I can see everything." Jack's dick twitched and Hiccup caught sight of it, thankful that Jack thought this was at least somewhat sexy.

Oh, he had no idea how hot Jack thought Hiccup was being right now. He wasn't really sure about doing it all himself─ in fact, he was sort of disappointed that Hiccup wouldn't be touching him so soon. But that only made him want Hiccup more, and he knew he'd make himself ready in no time. But to go slow? God, Hiccup was ruthless, even without trying. Jack lost no time in bringing his right hand down to palm himself before grabbing it firmly and hoisting it up for Hiccup to see between Jack's pale legs. Up and down, as slowly as he could force himself to go, Jack began to stroke himself and his head fell back, murmuring Hiccup's name for effect. Peeking out of a half-lidded eye, Jack saw that Hiccup was subconsciously reaching for his own painfully hard member. Jack smirked and brought his left hand to his mouth, sucking on two fingers. He was about to bring it down to his entrance when Hiccup's heavy voice stopped him.

"Not yet," Hiccup's eyes raved over Jack's pale form, resting on the center of attention as Jack continued to give himself a handjob. Jack grunted and took his two slick fingers to his chest instead, rubbing and pinching slightly on one pert nipple, gasping when he realized how sensitive he'd become.

"Oh, Hiccup," Jack began, his head still hung back, "Hiccup, do you like this? Do you like me touching myself? Grabbing myself─" Jack tugged hard on his own cock and moaned before continuing, "─ and saying your name? Do you get off on this? 'Cause I am, and fuck, Hiccup, I wish this were you."

"Stooooooooooopppp," Hiccup was visibly trying not to pounce onto Jack again, "you're not allowed to talk."

"Says who?" Jack brought his head up to challenge Hiccup. He pulled at himself hard again and weaved his thumb around the tip, savoring every touch as if it were Hiccup. "Maybe I wanna fantasize about your amazing cock slamming into─"

"Fuck yourself, Jack." It wasn't a retort. It was a demand.

"As you wish," Jack brought his fingers to his mouth again, seeing as Hiccup hadn't taken out the lube yet. Then he slid his hand down slowly past his inner thigh and played around the rim, watching Hiccup's reaction. Hiccup was biting his lip and nonchalantly palming himself as well. Hiccup's other hand looked to be holding his body up from behind him.

Jack skipped the foreplay because he was in some semblance of control and pushed his two fingers inside. The feeling was weird─ he didn't normally put his fingers into either person's entrance except for when he was top, which had been a few months ago─ and he hissed as he wiggled around, trying to get used to doing this to himself. Somewhere in the background, he heard Hiccup's music still playing from the bathroom and timed his movement with the beat. Hiccup must have been aware of this, because his green eyes widened as he stared unabashed at Jack's tense frame. As Jack began to move his hips to accommodate how his hand couldn't reach, however, the feeling became more pleasurable as he fucked himself for Hiccup.

But his spit was getting dry and it was getting harder to pound inside. Jack took his right hand off his cock and sucked on three fingers. When he was sure they were good for a little while, Jack brought this hand down as well and inserted one finger to join the other two from his left hand. It stretched his hole a little farther and Jack moaned wantonly, imagining Hiccup doing something similar.

Hiccup heard his name being softly moaned and couldn't stop himself. The hand that was propping himself up on the bed moved up to his own mouth and started mirroring Jack's earlier movement. Jack seemed not to notice, however, and Hiccup found himself comfortable with continuing.

Jack took out his left hand and pushed his other two fingers on his right hand into his hole, keeping the three fingers together until they were shoved up as far as they could go. Then, he spread his fingers out, curling one or two to test where he felt a good spot. Finding one, he worked it until he knew he was being rather loud. But it wasn't enough. He couldn't reach the spot he oh so desperately wanted Hiccup's cock to ram into. Cursing to himself, his head lolled to the side where the dildo stood on the nightstand.

"Lube's in the drawer underneath it," Hiccup muttered deeply, sensing Jack's next move.

Jack took it as approval and grabbed the dildo and the lube with one hand. Popping the cap to the lube with his teeth, his other hand was still busy with fucking his hole. Jack's free hand took the lube and squeezed some onto the dildo that lay on his stomach. Shit. Was he really supposed to take this whole thing? It looked bigger than Hiccup. How was Hiccup supposed to top that? Was he going to top that? Jack was a sputtering mess inside his own head as well as on the outside, sweat beginning to drip from his forehead. He took both hands and slathered the rubber object as best he could and shifted around so that he was on all fours with his butt in the air. He held the object next to his entrance, rubbing it around, and waited for Hiccup's go-ahead.

"Fuck," Hiccup sounded strained, as if he were the one about to get fucked by a giant god damned dildo. "Jack, stop stalling."

Without need of any further instruction, Jack pushed the head past the ring of muscle and gasped at how cold the thing felt. That might have partly been the lube, but Jack couldn't be sure. His head was against the soaked pillow as he began to push the dildo farther in. It was really, really big, but somehow Jack was taking in most of it. It got wider at the base and Jack knew he was getting it as far as he could. Jack waited, the dildo entirely inside of him, and hoped that it wouldn't hurt soon enough. The stinging sensation was enough to make him whimper in pain and he felt more than saw Hiccup lean forward.

"Are you okay, Jack?" Hiccup was worried. "You don't have to, you know."

But Jack answered with a labored, breathy groan as he did the first pump. "Sit back and enjoy," Jack's low voice moaned as he did it again. He felt Hiccup lean back to where he had been and Jack began to pick a pace he was comfortable with. The dildo was almost too much, and it wasn't long before he started to go a little faster, mumbling sweet nothings and pretending it was Hiccup behind him, taking him mercilessly. Then, without precursor, the dildo slipped in a little farther and hit exactly what Jack couldn't have done before.

"Oh shit, fuck, god DAMNIT!" Jack couldn't contain the pleasure that erupted from his core. His cock slid against the sheets as his knees gave out and he was flat on the bed. The friction caused a little more and Jack began to hit the spot over and over again. "Fuck, Hiccup! Oh god, Hiccup. Take me with that giant cock, you fuck, or I'm gonna come right here!"

Hiccup had been watching with such intensity that he almost didn't hear Jack. Seeing the rather large dildo get swallowed by Jack's pink, perfect, round ass had caused him to start palming himself a little faster in one hand and fucking himself with the other. Not needing another invite, Hiccup grabbed Jack and flipped him onto his back, the dildo still lodged into his ass. The sight was so deliciously naughty that Hiccup left it in there as he kissed Jack hard, rolling his hips and pushing against the dildo. Jack swore into Hiccup's lips and began yanking at Hiccup's cock without even trying to be sensual anymore. His eyes were filled with nothing but lust and the boy above him was just what he wanted. Why the fuck was he taking so long to get the dildo out and just fill him already?

Hiccup was suddenly lying beside Jack on the bed. "Take it out and ride me," Hiccup ordered.

Jack did as he was told and slipped the dildo out slowly, feeling every ribbed part of the fake cock slide out of his entrance. He threw a leg around to the other side of Hiccup's hips and brought his hand down to hold Hiccup's member in place before attempting to sink down onto it. But just as he felt Hiccup's warm head laced with pre-cum at his loosened entrance, Hiccup stopped him. Jack stared wide-eyed at his boyfriend and wondered why, why, WHY Hiccup wasn't just letting him have what he knew they both wanted so badly. Hiccup merely shook his head and pointed to the dildo.

"Reverse," Hiccup muttered. When Jack raised an eyebrow, he elaborated. "You're─ you're facing the other w-way so that y-you can use that o-on─ on me."

"While you fuck me?" Jack paused. "But you're not─"

Hiccup smirked lazily.

"You were fingering yourself while you watched me?" Jack asked incredulously.

Hiccup nodded, choked with nervous anticipation. If he had tried to answer, he would have given in and rammed into Jack just then.

Jack closed his eyes. "Oh, shit, Hiccup... Do you even know how fucking hot you're being right now?"

"Shut up and turn around, Frostbite," Hiccup blurted out, almost too far away to care.

Jack took Hiccup's command and ran away with it. He turned himself around, suddenly self-conscious of letting Hiccup have the view of his entire ass. He shouldn't have been; it wasn't like Hiccup hadn't looked at him before. This was exactly like doggy, just rotated a little. Hiccup wasn't seeing anything more revealing than anything they'd done before. Maybe Jack was just disappointed that he wouldn't get to see his love's face as he fucked him twice at once.

If Jack thought like that for much longer, he was going to blow his load before ever starting anything.

Jack slowly eased himself onto Hiccup's hard, thick cock and moaned as he finally got what he wanted since tearing off his clothes for Twister. The warmth seeped into him and Jack wanted to start bobbing, but he knew he had to do something before he let himself fall into a sweaty, needy mess. Jack took the dildo, still slick with used lube, and positioned it at Hiccup's entrance. It was a little harder to push in than Jack's had been─ considering Hiccup wasn't usually bottom and he hadn't used lube when fucking himself with his fingers─ but Jack took his sweet time in making sure Hiccup was comfortable. As soon as it was most of the way in, Jack turned his head to see if his love was okay. Hiccup's face was grimacing and the sheen of sweat was very evident, but he was also groaning with want. At Jack's questioning look, Hiccup merely nodded and bucked up, taking Jack by surprise and earning a sensual yelp from the white-haired male. Jack was trying so hard not to lose himself right then and there, and began to slowly move off of Hiccup's cock.

Hiccup was about to whimper but was silenced as Jack slammed downward, pumping the dildo at the same time. Hiccup arched his back and keened over the sensation of filling and being filled simultaneously. Hiccup whined and asked for more, and Jack was ready to oblige. It took awhile to find a rhythm for this odd position, but he found it was easy to do both at once if he alternated─ pulling up and pushing in, then pushing in and pulling out. They continued at a set pace, Hiccup's calloused hands on Jack's hips as he watched that pale ass bob and wiggle as it moved along his erection. It was so enticing, especially when paired with the dildo's thrusts. Being filled with what had filled Jack just minutes ago was absolutely tantalizing and dirty and sexy and Hiccup moaned again as Jack picked up speed. Then, Jack pushed down particularly hard and forced the dildo in at the same time, both of them hitting respective prostates and the room was unbearably loud for a moment as pleasure rippled through both of them.

"Oh, fuck, Jack!" Hiccup yelped as Jack hit the spot again.

"HICCUPYOURGODDAMNEDCOCKHOLYSHIT!" Jack made sure everyone within a mile radius heard them as he hit his prostate again. Normally, he wouldn't be so obnoxiously vocal, but this was so hot and he was glad that he could control his and Hiccup's pace. So why not?

With that, Hiccup reached as best he could to Jack's hand that was holding the dildo and slapped it away roughly, then pulled Jack's body back against his own, wet with a mix of shower water and sweat. Hiccup pulled his arms around Jack's and held them above both of them and began bucking into Jack fast and hard, not caring if the white-haired boy kept up with him. The dildo was still inside him, and feeling it with every thrust was a strange but fantastic feeling that kept him going. Jack, caught by and still in surprise, could only hear his moan catch in his throat as Hiccup fucked him faster than Jack thought he could. Hiccup's chest heaved against Jack's shoulder blades, and every inch of contact was lusty heaven. At this rate he was going to─

Jack came and it splattered along his stomach sloppily as Hiccup continued to pound into him despite Jack's clinching muscle. It only spurred him on, as if he were unaware that Jack had already finished. But Jack wasn't going to say anything. Hitting his prostate through the orgasm kept the pleasure going for a little while longer.

"Hic─ I'm─ fuck─ I─ fin─ ished─" Jack groaned as Hiccup kept thrusting into Jack almost too hard, jarring his already confusing sentence.

It didn't take long before Hiccup came as well, holding Jack's hips down as tight as possible and filling Jack's ass with his seed. Hiccup's grunts were quiet compared to Jack's incoherent and utterly load moans of sweet nothings, but it was music to Jack either way. Hiccup collapsed his back─ he hadn't even known it was still arched─ and let their arms fall onto Jack's stomach. Both were panting heavily in the afterglow, Hiccup's cock still inside Jack and the dildo still inside Hiccup. They lay like this for a few minutes, with Hiccup peppering small, sweet kisses to Jack's neck and shoulder.

When Jack's heart rate finally began to decrease, he picked himself up off of Hiccup's already flaccid length and lay down beside him. He tangled his limbs around his boyfriend and snuggled against the crook in Hiccup's shoulder, kissing Hiccup's side. "Where did that idea come from?"

"You being a teasing little shit," Hiccup retorted after finally exhaling, "and spilling paint all over my floor. You're going to help clean that up, you know."

"Are you going to help me get cleaned up first?"

"Are you going to get this dildo out of my ass?" Hiccup raised his voice jokingly.

"ARE YOU GUYS GOING TO COME TO DINNER OR WHAT?" A third voice yelled from the other side of the apartment. Both boys bolted upright, but Hiccup fell back down when he realized the dildo was still way too far up inside him. Jack turned back to his boyfriend and slid the object out and set it on the table, already looking for his clothes. Realizing both of their clothes were out in the entry way, Jack blushed and looked back to Hiccup.

"Who's here?"

Hiccup blanched. "Aster was going to pick us up to take us to dinner with the others at five."

"What time is it?"

"... Five," Hiccup whispered in horror.

The boys scrambled out of bed, most assuredly embarrassed. How long had Aster been waiting? Jack glanced at the alarm clock by Hiccup's bed and noted that it was 5:15pm. And Aster was never late. Shit.

A few minutes later and the boys came out of the room. Hiccup was wearing a nicer outfit─ a button-down red shirt with a casual black waistcoat─ and Jack was caught wearing Hiccup's underwear and an oversized shirt with a black dragon printed in the center. As if it weren't obvious enough. But to make matters worse, both Aster and Astrid were sitting by the kitchen counter on the stools, arms crossed and staring hard at the pair. Before Hiccup and Jack could start apologizing, the intruding pair started laughing out loud, faint blushes spread across their cheeks. Jack ran over to where their clothes from earlier in the afternoon had been and walked over to the living room to set the clothing down and change into his old clothing. Hiccup stood awkwardly away from them but stared at them hard.

"Don't look at us like that," Astrid said when she stopped laughing, "you're the one who didn't lock the doors, Hiccup."

The tall brunet blushed and turned away, still saying nothing.

"Hey, don't be so down, mate," Aster placated, "you don't still have that dildo up your ass, do you?" Aster sputtered back into laughter and Astrid joined in, much to Hiccup's embarrassment.

"I always thought you were the one to top," Astrid wondered when they were done laughing the second time.

"Oh, he topped, alright," Jack sauntered out of the living room in his old blue sweatshirt and brown pants, looking smug. "He had me pinned to the mattress and─"

"JACK!" Hiccup whined indignantly, not caring if Jack was telling half-truths. His cheeks and ears were as red as his shirt and Jack couldn't help kissing his cheek lovingly.

A few more laughs at Hiccup's expense and they made their way out to Aster's truck to meet the others at the restaurant they'd picked for Hiccup's birthday.

What a birthday.

A/N: *cough cough* This is just writing practice guys. *cough cough*