OMG finally gained enough courage to post! Thank you to renkou for editing and adding a bit in, guys go read his stories they are amazing!
I apologize for the shorter chapter... I kinda wrote this while I was sick!
Anyway, please have fun reading! There is a lot more NSWF in this so watch your back if reading in public.

The sun shone into Jack's room. Somehow, 93,000,000 miles away, that sun of a bitch (pun intended) had not only perfect aim but a fucking sense of humor. The light landed perfectly on the hopelessly hungover Jack Frost, causing him to hiss – much like a cheesy hollywood vampire – and bolt under the covers to safety.
The pounding headache gave him a bit of an idea on what happened last night. Poor Jack had gotten drunk, again, and probably jerked off to any piece of porn that looked remotely close to Hiccup.
Jack looked at his legs under the covers. He still had his pants on and there was no lube near the bed, so that clearly didn't happen.
So... What did he do?

Jack lifted his head, heart pounding a bit when he found his phone on the floor. He lifted it and saw that he was texting Hiccup all night. No surprise to him, who wouldn't want to text that cutie when they were off the chain drunk. He didn't blame himself until he saw a text from 3:45am.

3:45am RECEIVED- FROM HIC-BUTT
I love you too.

It took seven times reading over the text before Jack could breath. It took just under 17 vows to never drink again before he picked up his phone to call Hiccup. It took only another second for Jack to once again lose his breath when he heard Hiccup's ringtone just outside his shitty (and empty-bottle-filled) studio apartment.
You could hear hiccup flip open that archaic Samsung to answer, and his voice croaked. "Jack? I'm just outside your door."
"Yeah... I can hear you..." he said in a husky morning voice. He bit his lip and began to feel his nerves take over.
"May I come in?" God his voice sounded so sweet, so innocent like nothing had fucking happened last night. Jack dared not to speak, wishing he could just nod to avoid the pending voice crack he knew would happen if he opened his mouth.
"S-suuure."
Fuck. And there it was.
Hiccup giggled softly, sounding like music to sooth Jack's headache. And then the door opened.

His smile fell when he saw how much Jack had drank; his hopes had all been crushed.

"Wow... that's a lot of... bottles." He said, looking around. "Do you remember anything from last night?" Hiccup asked, tilting his head to the side in question, causing his shaggy hair to fall over the shoulder. Jack shook his head, "I remember texting you... around 10 maybe... Everything else is a blur honestly."
Hiccup nodded and looked at his feet. "You really don't remember what you said to me do you?" The mess of white hair suddenly felt guilt wash over him. "I-I read through my texts and saw yours. I... I must have said something really weird right?" He chuckled dryly to try and make it less awkward.
Hiccup seemed very focused, ignoring what the other was saying. "So... you were really wasted last night huh?" he tried to laugh but it came out as more of a broken growl. He looked mad... very mad. He clenched his fists and kicked a bottle.
Jack laughed nervously, "Look... what i said last night was... a mistake."
Hiccup closed his eyes and mumbles under his breath, "Jack stop..."
One knife through the heart.
"I mean... If I said anything that made you think differently of me, just forget it. It was dumb of me really..." he smiled weakly, not hearing the sound of him slowly killing Hiccup.
Two knives through the heart.
"I mean- it's not like I'm some guy deeply in love with my best bro- that would be... So wrong. So if i said anything all lovey dovey... no homo dude."

Hiccup had lost count of the amount of knives that were stabbing what was left of his heart. He nodded sadly, looking down at his feet. He bent down and picked up a bottle. For a long, silent moment, he weighed it in his hand. Then, with a sudden anger, he launched it across the room. It shattered, spraying glass around the apartment.
"Fuck you Jack!" he yelled, much to Jack's surprise. Hiccup's voice croaked as he began to tear up.
Jack blinked, only now realising he could not take back a single word he said.
Hiccup walked to the door, "Oh, and next time you drink, don't fucking dare to even think about me. You can fucking die for all I care." He spat out the words, and made a rather large scene as he quickly evacuated the room.
Jack was left with a mess..
Well two messes, but his room could wait. Jack stumbled out of bed and rushed after hiccup, wanting to explain everything but as he called out for the other on the stairs, he only got an eyeful of the sobbing hiccup trying to do up his seat belt and drive away as far as he could go.
"Fucking hell Jack! Learn to keep your mouth shut!" he yells to himself and he grabs at his hair and walks to his room in shame.