Author's Note: This is my first Hijack or Frostcup fanfiction. It's in its early stages right now, so any feedback people would be willing to give would be much appreciated! I hope you like it, and if you toss me a review, I'll love you forever!
Warnings: One section of M (mature) content. I've bracketed this off with a bold warning label, so it's easy to skip if you don't want to read it!
Disclaimer: Clearly, I do not own the rights to these characters.
4. How to Experiment with Sexuality
Hiccup stared at the ceiling and tried to process what Jack had told him. Jack was 'gay.' Meaning he was attracted to boys. Which Hiccup hadn't even realized was possible before.
So what does that mean for me? He thought. He hadn't forgotten about the image that popped into his head when he was in the shower earlier this afternoon. Jack, in a towel. And that had made him…
Hiccup shook his head. He didn't want to think about it. For some reason, it made him feel uncomfortable. So he set his scientific brain to work, and tried to come up with a list of all of the romantic feelings he'd ever had. If he did that and analyzed them all, then surely he would figure out why that image had come to mind. Whether it was random or not.
First and foremost, there was Astrid. He'd had a crush on her for years, and then, finally, after the incident with all the dragons, she kissed him. That was certainly romantic and gave him butterflies. Unfortunately, since Hiccup's father had decided to send him to the academy, he was shipped off to England before he and Astrid could really establish a relationship. They parted with a hug and promises to stay in touch.
Who else? Hiccup wracked his brain, but he couldn't think of anyone else he'd had a crush on. He'd thought plenty of girls were pretty, but none of them set off fireworks in his chest like Astrid had. And… boys? The same, he thought. He could appreciate boys and men he'd thought were handsome, but no crushes. Nothing remotely romantic except for…
Jack.
Hiccup shook his head again. Could he really call that romantic? He barely knew Jack. He could definitely see that he was handsome, but did he… find him attractive? It had been hard to look away when he saw the other boy's half-naked body. He'd felt… warm. His heart started beating faster. But maybe those feelings just came from the awkwardness of the situation. How could he test it?
Hiccup blushed. His first thought was sex. That would be the easiest test, but you couldn't just go proposition your new roommate, a near-stranger. And besides, he was a virgin. He didn't know the first thing about it. Well, intellectually, he knew from having read about it and seen dirty magazines, but…
Then it occurred to him that he could try to recreate what had happened in the shower. He would think about Jack in that context and see if his body reacted.
*Warning: Mature content. If you don't want to read it, skip to the next chapter.*
Hiccup took a deep breath. Here we go, he thought. He closed his eyes and thought about Jack as he'd seen him before. Fresh out of the shower, his silver hair still wet. The water dripping down his neck and over his bare chest. The smooth curve of his collarbone, the light musculature of his arms. His chest glistening in the light, his small, pink nipples perked against the cold air. Hiccup shivered. Focus. The slight hollow of his solar plexus leading down to smooth abs. The curve of his hips, the v line that disappeared into the edge of the towel…
He opened his eyes to take inventory. His heart was definitely beating faster. His body felt hotter under the blankets. And he could definitely feel the beginning of a tightness in his boxers. Next step…
He imagined touching him. He imagined running his hands through Jack's wet hair and kissing him. He tried to imagine what his lips would feel like, how his tongue would feel on his, what sounds the moving of their lips would make. Hot and wet. And then he'd move his hands down over his chest and run his thumbs over his nipples. Twirl them between his fingers. He'd kiss his way down his neck and replace his fingers with his lips and tongue, kissing, licking, sucking. He'd run his hands over his stomach and feel like slight hardness of his abs before gripping his hips. And then he'd pull Jack against his own body and kiss him again. And… move his hips against Jack's. And… feel Jack's excitement through the towel. Then the towels would fall to the floor, and their erections would touch.
Hiccup gasped. There was now a pronounced tent in his bed. Without touching himself, just from daydreaming, he'd gotten an erection. While thinking about a boy. I guess that settles it, He thought.
But he couldn't focus. He couldn't stop thinking about Jack. So he reached under the covers and pulled himself free of his boxers. He closed his eyes again, and as he wrapped his hand around his dick, he imagined he was wrapping it around Jack's as well, rubbing the two of them together. He pulled away to lick his hand, then went back to stroking himself. Then he decided to do something he'd never done before. He brought his free hand up to his chest and started touching his nipple. He gasped. It felt both strange and wonderful. He rubbed, rolled, and even lightly pinched it. It was amazing. He bit his lip and thrust harder into his hand. He could feel a drop of pre-cum sliding off of the head, and he reached up with his thumb to smooth it over the slit. He licked his lips and kept pumping up and down while he twirled his nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He was breathing hard. Hesitantly, he whispered, "Jack." His breath caught in his throat; saying the other boy's name sent a shock of heat through him, and he moved his hand faster. "Jack," he whispered again, bucking his hips. He was getting close. He imagined Jack touching him now, his lips and tongue replacing his own fingers on his nipple. He imagined Jack's hand pulling and squeezing on his dick. He imagined Jack saying his name.
Hiccup bit his lip as he came, and stifled his moan with his pillow. He rocked his hips as his orgasm faded, and tried to keep his cum from getting on the sheets. His boxers would obviously need washed, but the bed spread itself managed to stay clean.
I just jacked off thinking about a guy, he thought. Interesting.
After he cleaned up and got back into bed, he'd planned on contemplating the issue more, but fell asleep as soon as he pulled the blankets back up to his chin.
