|To Paint You Naked|

"I'll see you tomorrow!" he called through from the hallway, his footsteps already leaving.

Still unknowing of his effect on him, Hiccup remained frozen from where Jack had been so close and tweaked his nose.

Hearing the door shut down stairs, it was like the invisible string that was holding Hiccup up was severed and he allowed himself to collapse to his knees, groaning and covering his face.

How was he going to survive this term? With someone as handsome as Jack, Hiccup knew something was going to go wrong and knew it was going to be his fault.

…o0o…

Hiccup didn't get any sleep that night.

Not one wink of sleep and he had a shift at the mechanics before going to his workshop at the university that day.

Flopping out of the bed onto the scratchy woven floor, he struggled to wrench his eyes wide enough to take a shower, yet he knew he must because he got all sweaty flushed just thinking about Jack's back let alone what a night of that had done to his body.

His heart twitched in his chest at thinking about that body that he got to draw again possibly tonight. He couldn't believe his luck, but then again he couldn't decide if it was for the better or for the worse.

It could have been for the best because this project meant that he could be around his crush for a lot of the time and his imagination wouldn't have to go overboard because now he knew what he looked like shirtless. And boy did his imagination not do him justice.

Hiccup caught the drool before it left his face with a hurried hand, choosing instead to grab the bar soap on the side.

But it could also be for the worse, he mused, because he was around his crush all the time.

Because his imagination went away from him, some of what Jack had said the night before sounded so dirty and risqué but when he looked over his shoulder, Jack had the most innocent expression on his face that Hiccup was disappointed and then angry at himself for thinking that Jack could ever be interested in a little dweeb like him.

Sighing, Hiccup stepped out of the now lukewarm shower and turned to towelling his body dry. He dressed efficiently because he knew he would have to walk quickly to make it in time for his shift.

Sliding on a forest green t-shirt as was normal for his attire, he buckled up some normal faded jeans before hurriedly shoving his feet into some worn trainers already covered in oil and grease.

Grabbing his art bag, Hiccup sprinted out of the door before his mother could talk to him.

It had been a lot of silence when the booming voice of Stoick Haddock had left the building on the one night that he had been out on patrol on the worse side of the neighbourhood.

He could just imagine his father's reaction to Hiccup claiming he was gay for a man in his class. You're a Haddock son, you swim straight for the goal, you don't go around the curve.

Or use some kind of fish metaphor. As far as metaphors go, it wasn't one of his best examples, but Hiccup decided to blame it on the lack of sleep from that blasted human.

Finally making it to the metal garage door as it cranked and rolled open, Hiccup ducked under and nodded to Merida behind the counter who barely raised her head from her arms, giving a zombie like moan.

"Get me a cuppa tea, would yeh?" she moaned out clenching her head.

Ah, it was a hungover groan.

"You shouldn't have gone out drinking then," he said, matter of fact, but he went over to the cheap tea maker in the corner that should be reserved for the customers only but no one listened to the manager anyway.

"Pity meh yeh miserable piece o' shet," she grumbled snatching the overly steeped cardboard from his hand.

Hiccup raised a dubious eyebrow.

"One, I won't pity something that is entirely self-inflicted," Hiccup deliberately spoke louder to rattle that brain of hers, hopefully making the head ache worse. "And two, have you never heard that you attract more flies with honey rather than vinegar?"

Ah, the world was restored, he could quote a good metaphor again.

"Stop using yeh fancy lang'age against me. Fuck off and do sumthin," she grumbled, slurping loudly from her steaming cup.

Rolling his green eyes, he knew better than to argue with the irate Scotswoman at this hour and in her condition.

Going through the side door, Hiccup dumped his bags into the metal cubby hole next to the pegs of hanging clean overalls. Stripping off his jeans, his butt was high in the air when a hard hand came down on it.

"Watch it bender!" Snotlout laughed to himself as he stuffed his gear in the neighbouring cubby hole and also began to get ready. "Did you go to that banging party of Jack's? Oh wait, you are too loser for him to even consider hanging out with."

Not really listening to Snotlout's morning rambles of the supposed girl that he had gotten with the night before and how he fucked her hard and usually mixed it up with a few insults to Hiccup's person ranging from 'Mildly Offensive' to 'Wishing I Could Chop Your Body Into Tiny Little Pieces And Bury You Beneath The Floor Boards'. But his ears did perk at the sound of Jack's name.

"What was that about Jack?" He was on the ball when he heard of his name but Hiccup aimed for nonchalant as his rolled some more deodorant under his arms knowing how hot it got in the mechanics and brought out a rubber band for the longer strands of his hair behind his head to keep it out of his face.

"Got into his party where he was totally winning this drinking game, and I was like we should totally train some time because I'm such a great drinker and you're such a great drinker. We really hit it off until this one guy, totally smashed, literally mouth raped the guy-"

"WHAT?!" Hiccup dropped his plastic bottle of water that he forgot to fill back at home and it bounced eagerly off the floor.

"Yeah, I know!" Snotlout enthused. "I was literally like, what the fuck, but then the weirdest shit happens next, Jack totally grabbed the back of this guy's head and brings him in tighter for a kiss. And I was like, how the fuck was my gay-dar not working? I am usually so good," Hiccup wanted to point out dryly that Snotlout hadn't properly figured out that he was gay.

Sure, he joked about it but didn't seriously mean it. But that was the point of staying in the closet. You don't say shit even to your most annoying cousin. "But then I totally went over to this hot red head and you could really tell she was gagging for it-"

Annnnnndddd they were back to the pointless babble, completely Jack-free.

Huffing, Hiccup, walked past an oblivious Snotlout, back to the garage where he went to clipboard on the wall had the list of priority cars. Looking for his name, he made his way to the far corner, beginning to run a simple MOT before working on the real problem that it wasn't running smoothly.

He was surprised when his shift had run over but then concluded where if you entire focus was on a car, you were gone. But you were even worse when you were thinking about Jack Frost, your crush, who you previously thought was straight, was now…bisexual? Pansexual? Demisexual?

Hiccup didn't know. Maybe he didn't even care because he knew if he was one or all of the above, none of those categories included being attracted to a Warhammer fanatic, Trekkie, who from time to time enjoyed a good game of Dungeons and Dragons, in addition to some LARPing.

Sighing, he began to remove his soiled overall and placed it in the wash bin before going back to his cubby hole and changed back into his clothes and walked out the door after giving a soft farewell to the still moaning Merida, Hiccup ventured out into the chilly noon sun.

Knowing that his work shop was in an hour's time, he was only half an hour away, he might as well speed walk so then he could get some extra work done without have the pressure looming over his shoulders. Especially when he knew that Jack had a rugby match as the university would not shut up about it meaning that he wouldn't be able to concentrate with all the ruckus going on in the work room.

Sighing, Hiccup reached into his bag and plugged in his headphones into his ears and out blasted the film scores from his favourite movies blissfully.

Dorky as it was, it was calming and easing through the dirty and frankly unsafe part of town.

So where he saw an angry couple fighting all he heard was There Once Was A Slushpuppy, where he saw bulldozers eating away at a building right next to him, he was almost humming to Married Life.

Finally in the grounds of the university, Hiccup continued on his way, oblivious to the people around him, heading straight into the classroom and was getting supplies in which to tone and colour Jack's back.

Sticking the necessary pencils behind his ears and stuck them in the nest that was his hair, his focus was on creating some coursework that he could hand in and finally get that grade that he so deserved. Then ultimately, never have to be forced into the path of temptation with Jack Frost ever again.

So in the zone he didn't realise that someone had been calling to him until one ear bud was so viciously pulled out of his ear.

Mouth open ready to rip into a person for almost causing him to go over the lines was the object of the picture himself, standing there in a black tank top over the obviously black jeans, his tattoos branching out over the skin of his neck and his arms.

"I was basically shouting at you, do you hear nothing through these things?" Jack exclaimed, placing an ear bud in his ear and his eye brow raised.

"Funny, I pegged you an indie kind of guy." He dropped his ear bud derisively, leaning casually against his work table.

Hiccup followed Jack's own earbud that was hanging like a mock necklace, snatching it angrily and stuffed it into his ear. But immediately after doing so, he wished he could yank it out again.

The loud screams and screeching heavy guitar were literally making his ear bleed.

Wrinkling his nose, Hiccup pulled up his bravery from somewhere and pretended to give a flick of his hair.

"Frankly, I'm not surprised," he said mock snooty, his hand on a hip. "What I am surprised about is how you are still here talking to me when you should be slitting your wrists right about now."

The blonde thankfully laughed, shaking his head, a hand going up to his stretcher in his ear and rubbed it thoughtfully.

"I don't know if I should be worried that you are talking more if this is all that comes out," he teased, and could have possibly Hiccup's imagination that he moved closer along the edge to him?

Hiccup snorted both at what Jack said and what his inner thoughts were reading too much into the situation.

"There are only two languages I know: sarcasm and socially awkward," he dead panned, his hand absently spinning the paintbrush in the jar of water, making the cloudy water turn a pinkish hue.

Now he was definitely sure that he saw Jack move closer to him and looking back up to the other guy, he almost recoiled from the gleam in his eyes and the covers that his eyelids were providing like some sort of sex attractor.

"Bilingual, hot," he seemed to almost purr and Hiccup had to hold his breath to try and beg his body not to flush at the very evident sexual appreciation.

Swallowing, he tried to hide his sweaty palms behind his back.

"Is it?" he decided to play dumb, it was a very good defence mechanism much alike playing dead. "I think today is relatively mild."

Jack quirked another eyebrow, turning fully towards him, his eyes twinkling in mirth, his mouth in a crooked grin that made Hiccup convinced that his knees had gone as wonky as the smile.

Gods, that smile was doing something to his stomach where he was just wondering about Jack and how he could possibly batting for the other team much alike he was.

"And a wise guy," Jack drawled, his body coming ever closer.

Backing away in a small step, he tried to cover his nervousness by clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck in fast movements.

"Well, I don't know about wise guy but I know that somebody said what you have to do with a smart mouth…" he trailed off, not knowing if Jack would take that as more fuel to the fire of this sexual repartee.

"Oh?" There! Jack's voice lowered to the tone yesterday that had him in a frenzy where Hiccup thought he was going crazy imagining things! "And what should a wise guy do with his mouth?"

Hiccup's spine bumped into the table and there was no physical way to avoid Jack Frost beyond trying to duck beneath an arm that had somehow trapped him against the table, where he was forced to look at him wherever he was staring. But he couldn't decide what was worse to look at:

A) The arms where Hiccup could daydream about him clenching as he held on for dear life, or where they would be holding his wrists in a tight grip, moving along to those muscles tightening in taut synchronism. Or maybe even just the art inked into his skin where he would want to trace all the different patterns with his tongue.

B) The chest where he could see his collar bones so prominent against his skin that Hiccup was biting his own lip in an attempt to try and avoid leaning forward to bite on it himself, or place his tongue on the thick lines of some tattoo that he couldn't see.

C) Or just even the legs. The legs were possibly the worse because Hiccup could see how tangled their legs would become from just one inch given by him or Jack and there was some part of him that knew if he didn't, Jack would take the initiative.

Feeling heated breath above his mouth, Hiccup almost glanced up when the door slammed open, triggering his arms to reach and push hard against Jack's unyielding chest, forcing him to take a step back or lose his balance.

There was a niggling bit of doubt from Hiccup that he could push a rugby player away so easily and it took the conclusion that Jack probably had let him.

Settling back in his space, he tried to focus, he really did but the blonde haired punk had moved his work space by sweet talking his only friend (probably ex friend), Rapunzel, who delightedly took her stuff and plopped down next to Flynn Rider who gave a start of surprise before a slow smirk came to his face.

Rolling his eyes, in mid roll they were caught by the profile of Jack, giving the image of an attentive student but Hiccup knew better. He saw better.

Where the teacher would glance over at both of them, Jack would be looking and nodding like he totally agreed but then as soon as the gaze was broken or attention wavered, he would send a smirk towards Hiccup which caused him to grip the table desperately wishing for the tutorial to be over, for that entire day to be over.

When finally they were given personal time to start their projects, Jack moved over once again yet this time he brought his stool.

"So I've been thinking," he began.

"That's dangerous," he replied dryly, not looking away once from his work because he knew if he did, he wouldn't be able to return to it again.

"That was mean," Hiccup, while couldn't see him, could hear the whine and pout in his voice.

"Fine, what is it you have been thinking about?" he sighed, scratching at his temple going for nonchalance.

"Well, have you any ideas for the Winter Solstice showing yet?" Jack asked, and from the corner of his eye he saw that he was resting his face on a fist, staring at him.

"No, I don't think I properly understand what it is in all honesty," he replied absently, trying to line one of Jack's finer tattoos with a fine paintbrush.

"Well, what do you know about it?"

Hiccup relented under the pressure of Jack's stare, knowing that if he didn't look up soon he knew the punk would have done something drastic like shove his arm and ruin hours of work.

Green eyes sliding up black clad legs where a tattooed hand rested, clenched on his knee, it followed up the flat stomach where he tried not to get distracted by the sight of skin at the top. Swallowing away his arousal, Hiccup finally met Jack's smirk and there was a little tap dance in his chest.

"I, uh, know that you have to work in partners and uh," Hiccup flushed under his gaze, feeling the desire coming off of him, he was sure of it. Yet he wasn't. Like what if Jack was just doing this to tease him?

"And uh?" the blonde prompted, a knowing smile on his face like he knew what Hiccup was thinking about.

Bristling, he resolved himself and sat up straighter. "It's supposed to show team work where you have a final project where it encapsulates all the knowledge from both partners."

Jack yawned.

"Well, that was a good textbook answer," he said dryly, his blue sharp eyes rolled. "But basically we just have to do something with winter because obviously, Winter Solstice."

Hiccup frowned. "But it said nothing about having to do with winter," he said in confusion.

Jack sighed, as if disappointed.

"It's reading between the lines, I had been looking over the previous winners compared to that of the runners up," he repositioned himself closer and lowered his voice, obviously not common knowledge.

Hiccup leaned forward too.

"While they were just as good having both sketches and sculptures sometimes mixing the two, they all had something to do with winter, laughter etc. or even anything just connoting that fact."

The brunette raised his eyebrows amazed, but then a little bit of doubt crept in.

"How do I know that you don't only want to do winter because it's your preferred subject of choice? I mean," Hiccup gave a derisive snort. "It must be such a coincidence that your favourite subject happens to be what it takes for us to win first place," he continued on sarcastically.

Jack huffed, his legs coming impossibly closer much to his inner delight.

"Well, dear Hiccup, if you are willing to venture forth with me on such a quest I can show you that I am right," his voice lowered to a tone that sent vibrations running up his spine in anticipation for what he had to offer.

Lifting his chin, Hiccup nodded where Jack gave such a shit eating grin that he began to feel a little nervous as the pale boy grabbed his hand. Grabbed his, Hiccup Totally-Dorky-And-Socially-Inept Haddock's hand!

Swallowing his happiness to the darkest corner, he followed him down the hallway where there were different pieces of art littering the white walls.

"Where are we going exactly?" Hiccup asked as he stumbled to keep up with the other man's pace.

"I told you, I'm showing you why the past exhibits won because of that particular theme," he said, not one slowing down.

The lighting became more dimmed as Hiccup noticed that they were heading to the archives.

"And leading me down the silent and slowly darkening hall is not creepy at all," he said drolly.

And to his surprise, Jack laughed, his hand tightening over what felt like Niagara Falls from where Hiccup was getting increasingly nervous. Especially with such a laugh like that, it should be criminal.

Finally stopping, he looked up and down the hallway like they were doing something they totally shouldn't be doing.

"We are allowed in here…right?" Hiccup asked but was tugged harshly down beside Jack who covered his mouth with a tatted hand.

"Shhh!" he hissed in his ear. "Are you trying to get us caught?"

In all honesty the poor younger boy could barely focus on anything right then, because behind the boxes, Jack was sitting with his legs splayed apart with Hiccup nestled between them while the overly pierced boy had his arms wrapped around his waist, one hand hanging a little too close for comfort near his crotch.

Hearing the clicked heels of a woman walking passed, the nervous man tried to tamp down on the panicked breaths that were going in and out of his nose.

Feeling Jack relax behind him, Hiccup did too, maybe so much so that when he leant back as his spine fell into the putty in the white haired boy's hands, where said hand fell directly onto Hiccup's crotch causing him to squeak in surprise.

Jack gave a low chuckle which made him just want to relax further back into his chest and allow that hand to be placed back on him for all his exploring pleasures. But with a start, realised that they were in a room where they weren't strictly allowed in, so playing gay chicken wasn't the best place to plan this.

Scrambling up, Hiccup took note of the large aisles of stacked boxes and covered canvas.

"So where are the exhibits?" Hiccup tried to cover up his discomfort by scratching his eyebrow quickly, looking anywhere but at Jack.

Sprawled out, the white haired man looked at him for a moment before sighing and pushing himself off his elbows which unintentionally made his shoulders look all the more appealing to the socially awkward man.

"This way," Jack whispered, walking past many a box that seemed stacked from floor to ceiling.

Looking over his shoulder mournfully, Hiccup could just see them getting in trouble if they were caught. Correction, when they were caught.

He almost stumbled when the man in front of him turned to give him a smouldering look over his shoulder before darting through to another row of boxes. However, now the boxes heights seemed to decrease until they reached an open box where all you could see was white.

"See, this was one of the winners a few years ago and when I checked with other winners I saw I was right. Go on, take a look," he urged Hiccup with a little push to his back.

Kneeling on the floor, he pawed gently through the art and saw with an uplifted eyebrow that he was right.

Everything had to do with winter.

There were canvases showing winter storms, tiny sculptures of mountains and skiers. Truly it was all a winter wonderland, true to the Winter Solstice.

Nodding to Jack, he flicked his hair out of the way when it got in his eyes but was stunned when Jack pulled a particularly stubborn lock out of his eyes for him.

His breath caught. Was that on purpose? Internally he scoffed at his totally love sick thought. Of course it was on purpose; he was merely getting the troublesome lock out of his face.

At that point in time though, Hiccup realised, he should be more focussed on both of them getting out of the place without getting caught. Packing everything away to what it looked like before, Hiccup stood and began the odd crouch, loping gait to get out of there.

That was, until he heard the muffled snort from Jack who shot him an amused look. Hiccup scowled.

So what if he was being over cautious? Better over cautious and don't get caught than cocky and expelled!

Okay, so maybe they wouldn't be expelled but the same idea of punishment applied.

When they reached the hallway again, Jack assumed an air of nonchalance, his hand reaching up to deliberately muss up his hair again as if that escapade meant that the locks actually lay flat on his head.

Heaven forbid.

Going to their shared work table, Hiccup took a deep breath before flipping a new page in his sketchbook and turned to Jack who had done the same.

"So winter," he began awkwardly, his hands reaching behind his head to tie the longish strands at the nape of his neck, only a few pieces coming out to frame his face but as long as there was not that much, Hiccup could deal.

Looking up, he saw that Jack's eyes hadn't been pulled away from the nape of his neck and was still openly staring at his open necked t-shirt.

Clearing his throat, embarrassed, he clicked his fingers around the oblivious man's face.

"Hey, you in there?"

Jack blinked before he smirked, one of his eyes crinkling from his crooked smirk.

"Yeah, yeah," he batted the comment away, picking up one of his pencils. "So I was thinking about having something like the nativity?"

Hiccup wrinkled his nose. He wasn't exactly religious and didn't really like the whole Jesus thing. He was more of an atheist kind of guy, an agnostic at a stretch, waiting for some scientifical evidence to prove him true or false. He was sure there was a religion out there for that.

"But now, hear me out," Jack warned when he saw the dislike on his face. "I'm not meaning the actual nativity but I'm talking about the lame stuff they pull with the sculptures? You know where they have the figurines of all the different animals and then have a paper background of the scenery?"

Breathing a sigh of relief that they wouldn't have to deal with anything to do with religion, Hiccup beamed as he started noting ideas down.

Maybe an ice rink? Oooo, maybe even the medieval kind where they used the Thames for the winter market and then maybe they would have the paint the river beneath the feet of the figurines too!

The whole thing sounded perfect. But he knew that would take up what, four sheets of A2 and the tiny figures would be like fifteen? That wouldn't be enough so even if they did this idea they would have to do a lot of other mini projects surrounding it. What about like magnifying on certain scenes?

Hiccup was so busy scribbling that he hadn't realised that Jack had been talking to him until he finally batted his pencil out of his hand.

"Hey, I was using that!" Hiccup protested, turning around and bending over to pick up his graphite.

There was a growl and Hiccup turned nervously to the door expecting a wild animal to be there. Instead, there was the sharp sound of the bell ringing, signalling the end of the workshop.

Tidying up his things, Hiccup was oblivious to the heated stares that were being sent his way from Jack, who couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.

"So, hey," Jack pulled on Hiccup's shoulder when it appeared like he was going to leave. "I've got rugby practice right now and it usually isn't longer than an hour, so I don't know if you want to wait here, or if you want to go home and come back here so we can go to my place and really start to brain storm?"

"Err…" he said eloquently. "I suppose I'll just wait here a little longer." He said, shrugging his bag back off his shoulder.

Grinning, Jack lightly punched Hiccup's shoulder.

"Alright, I'll see you later." He waved as he ran out of the room.

Sighing, he grabbed the back of his neck.

"He is going to be the death of me."

…o0o…

Jack ducked low, his shoulder slamming into the tough stomach of Tuffnut, getting a whoosh of air next to his ear as he ploughed through and past him, dodging Snotlout with an ease of panther, leaping over his prone body and sprinting to the posts with his arm over the ball.

Sweat beaded on his brow, his breath heaving out of his chest, eyes darting to the sides, finding two people to tackle him, both from opposite sides.

He knew he wouldn't be able to make it, they were coming too fast and too close, but out of the corner of his eye he saw his best friend free and with a flick of a strong wrist, he sent the ball to the side where, Flynn, in the perfect position, caught it without dropping.

Then he sprinted like a robber with the police on his tail, artfully swerving and at one comic moment forced the Stabbington brothers to slam face first into the other before Flynn tapped the ball down close to the posts, signalling their point.

Jack roared along with the rest of his team as they all piled together in one big hug and there was Flynn, a smug, satisfied smile on his face as he pretended to brush a bit of mud off his shoulder where the impeccable man managed to avoid it.

The blonde punk just gave the man a smirk before clapping his hand on the underside of his head, wiping that shit-eating grin off his best friend's face.

"Hey!"

Jack snorted.

"Shut up pretty boy, no one wants to deal with that ego taking over the pitch," he rolled his blue eyes, his hand reflexively going to his hair to rub some more mess into it.

Flynn pouted but batted his eyelashes. "Oh that's cute, stop it you," he batted his hand as if getting rid of the compliment. "You really think I'm pretty?"

He snorted again. "Whatever Rider, just let the actual pros work on getting that ball through the posts," Jack said while stretching, his back clicking back into place as he worked out the kinks.

Flynn rolled his eyes, yawning. "A lot of talking the talk, let's see you walk the walk."

Jack chuckled, clicking his knuckles, shaking his head. "You've been watching those cheap gangster films again?" he said amused. "You honestly need to watch something better so I can actually be seen with you."

The other man twirled his index finger in the air. "It's the other way around mate, please do not insult my movies when you are all for the cheap horrors."

"The horrors of the 80s were phenomenal towards the development of the film industry," Jack protested, his brow furrowing.

"Hey ladies, can you settle who's cleaning the dishes later, we have to finish this first yeah?" one of their teammates called out and with a roll of his eyes, Jack turned to face the ball already positioned for him.

With a lazy run up, he powered all his energy into hitting the ball exactly right and he knew without looking where the ball had gone.

Right between the posts. They scored the conversion.

Cheering, his team pushed Jack up mockingly like a real national team.

Spying someone standing at the side lines, he curiously turned his head around where he saw Hiccup standing awkwardly, one hand holding the other as he looked apparently anywhere but at Jack.

He smirked. Oh, this was going to be so fun.

…o0o…

Standing on the side lines in the cold wind had not been the best ideas of Hiccup's, however short of waiting in the male changing room where he would be encountered with many a naked chest including that of a certain Frost, Hiccup resigned himself to waiting outside.

He could now see why Jack was popular. He naturally came to everything.

Talented at art, rugby was just also where he belonged.

Seeing the utter determination on his face coupled with a demonic smirk that had Hiccup almost blushing, the camaraderie that he had with another member of their class was just… incredible.

But when he scored that goal, Hiccup felt his own heart pick up in a little pride that he got to be working with someone like him when he so obviously didn't deserve it, was just amazing.

But then his eyes caught with Jack's frosty blue ones for a moment but the elation and the heat in them forced him to avert his, trying to appear like he hadn't been watching the blonde haired man for the entire match and how Jack had the power of a freight train.

"Can't believe you came," a dark chocolate voice said from in front of Hiccup.

Knowing he couldn't avoid looking at him forever, he resigned himself for looking at…the sweaty, tight t-shirt that Hiccup never realised rugby players seemed to wear.

He felt his jaw drop ever so slightly before he re-hinged it and brought his eyes up to Jack's amused ones and remembered that the frosty man had asked a question. The man in question had settled on a crudely formed bench where he began to unlace his boots and slide them into a muddy bag.

"Oh, yeah, I just um," Hiccup coughed into a fist awkwardly. "So yeah."

Jack quirked an eyebrow before bending down to the side where he picked up a gym bag.

"Because that explained everything," Jack drawled drolly before taking his arm to lead him away after a wave goodbye to his team behind him who were only just reaching them to pick up their stuff.

Hiccup tried to look at him but then realised the futility of such an action.

They walked in the quiet that was often dispersed by the honking and screeching of the cars around them when they hit the city centre.

"So, I was thinking," Jack began, uncomfortable with the silence again.

"Really? You're trying that again?" Hiccup reverted back into his safety, last resort, never fails technique: sarcasm.

Does wonders for your personality.

Jack pouted and frowned.

"You are unnaturally prickly and mean, you know that?" the punk said accusingly, dodging a pole for the scaffolding above them.

Hiccup just shrugged.

"Fine, what did you want to talk about?" he said, still trying to distract himself from the fact that Jack's biceps were out and the tattoo sleeves where diverting his own attention beyond belief.

Instead he chose to stare at the gum stuck ground, scuffing his worn shoes every now and then.

"Well, I thought that maybe today I could teach you how to sculpt clay if you wanted?" he offered, his hand rubbing the back of his head self-consciously, his eyes now avoiding Hiccup's. "You know, after we brained stormed that is."

The brown haired man raised an eyebrow at Jack's almost…nervous actions but conceded to leave the sleeping dogs where they lie.

"Sure, I know mine end up so pitifully bad that I just want to leave them in the mud rather than forcing them to endure the torture I put them through," Hiccup chuckled, readjusting the strap on his shoulder.

"I'm sure it's not that bad," Jack said, his voice less than convincing which Hiccup made obvious with a dubious brow and an almost pitying expression.

"Yeah, right, Pinocchio, I think your nose is growing," he snorted, combing his hand through his tangled brown strands that had been furiously blowing in his face in the vicious wind getting annoyingly knotted.

Jack just looked out of the corner of his eye. "Are you saying I have a big nose?" he gasped. "That's not a nice thing to say to your new teacher."

His white teeth nipping at his lower lip and Hiccup felt himself stumble at the lowered tone and the way those frosted eyes, if you pardon the pun, just took him all in. In more ways than one.

Hiccup in turn tried to cover up his desire and snorted.

"Yes sensei, please teach young grasshopper the ways of art," he bowed his head over his clasped hands.

Jack, thankfully laughed.

"Nice bit of casual racism there," his eyes twinkled brightly.

Embarrassed, the brunette tried to apologise his slur but was interrupted.

"Well, here we are." Jack finally announced, taking his eyes off the dumbstruck brunette.

The brunette looked up with his mouth agape.

It was like those Greek temples with the pillars supporting the second levels and in front of the door where there was an imposing black door with a large lion headed knocker. He hadn't realised he hadn't moved until Jack stood in the open doorway, his head cocked to the side.

"You coming in, or are you going to let the heat out?" he asked with a little smirk on his lips, a completely crooked smile for such a crooked mind.

Nodding manically, Hiccup came him, brushing his feet off customarily on the mat.

The house so neat didn't look at all like the Haddock abode and it was when he saw the lack of shoes piled at the door that he swore that he wouldn't touch anything.

"Hey, you want to come up or are you just going to stay by the door?" Jack teased, his trainers held in one hand, waiting for Hiccup to remove his own to proceed up the white marble stairs.

He swallowed at the punk's standing position.

He would be just lucky if he didn't manage to jump on him the entire time he was there.

Hiccup gave a sigh before following Jack up the numerous stairs, just praying for when he could leave.

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Just saying that I'm not actually this good at updating. Just saying, but I have written out the next chapter too but chapter 5 is a blank page so review and I'll type it out quicker.