Some weeks after Hiccup and him started going out, Astrid decided to ask Jack for a realistic design of a spix macaw, and she fell completely in love with it, getting it tattooed by Hiccup on her shoulder a few days later.
Ever since that moment more and more clients entered the studio requesting designs from Jack, and even if he was certainly really happy and proud of his improvement (what was more cool than having your art inked in other people's bodies?), he was also working too hard. And Hiccup and Aster were pretty busy nowadays as well, tattooing more clients than ever thanks to Jack's sudden popularity.
Despite the extra work, life was going on peacefully for the new pair. As Jack lifts his head from his sketching table next to Hiccup's post, he can't help but smile dopily at the freckled man, who's currently finishing one of Aster's watercolor-styled designs on a girl's forearm. Viridian eyes turn to look at him, feeling observed, and they crinkle at the edges when their owner smirks mischievously at him. Jack's cheeks redden, shyness washing over him even though he sticks his tongue out to him playfully.
He knows he'll pay for his mockery later, but he doesn't care. In fact, he's looking forward to it. He has gotten to know a lot about his (the word puts a dumb smile on his pale lips) 'boyfriend' during those first weeks of dating, specially about his body language, and it sometimes drove Jack mad how many little gestures Hiccup could do when he talked, or kissed him, or laughed, but at the same time it had his mind wandering to them too often.
Jack huffs when he notices he has been distracted by them again, his previously fine sketch now conformed by rough and messy lines. He erases them with dextrous fingers and sighs, a pout appearing on his mouth. He'll have to start almost all over again.
"Hey, lovely", he smiles timidly upon feeling Hiccup's nose grazing the shell of his ear and a warm, larger hand embracing his waist, "I thought you'd be finished by now."
They had wanted to go to the cinema after work, but Jack gazes at his watch and realizes that it won't be possible after all. He needs to finish this first. He sighs quietly. "It's not my fault; I can't concentrate due to a certain person being too handsome", he replies quietly, a toothy smirk substituting the smile.
"Don't worry, we can go tomorrow", Hiccup's voice is low and husky as he towers over Jack from his position next to him, elbows resting lazily on the surface. "I love your fingers", a rough fingertip tickles the back of one of them, sending tiny shocks of pleasure down Jack's spine, "they're really talented." The younger boy exhales shakily and glares at the paper in front of him. Hiccup chuckles at his reaction and yeah, Jack fucking loves him, but he'd also love to wipe that smug smile from his beautiful face.
Ever since Jack turned eighteen and they started dating, Hiccup's behavior alternated between two different attitudes that appealed and frustrated him equally: the older male usually treated him sweetly, all soft kisses and touches, but at the same time he teased him endlessly with suggestive remarks and hot affection that had Jack panting and shivering in less than a sec.
Which is exactly what's happening right now, back at the present, as Hiccup bites his ear and blows a hot puff of air at it. Jack straightens in his seat to try and prevent himself from squirming, though it doesn't deceive the taller man if his proud smirk is something to tell by.
"Well, I'd love to be left alone to finish this", Jack remarks rather harshly, making Hiccup pout and back off instantly. He sighs sadly, turning on the stool to look at him directly through his lashes. "I'm sorry Hic, it's just, I really need to get this done before doing anything else."
"Okay". The mumble is too simplistic and it doesn't hold any real emotion, which hurts somehow, but before Jack can say anything else about it Hiccup has kissed him on the forehead quickly and gotten back to his own work.
The boy pulls at his soft white strands and huffs, frustrated with himself. The next few minutes pass in silence from his and Hiccup's part, the only sounds coming from the music player and Aster's voice while he chats with another client, and it gives him some time to think as he finishes his latest design.
The sexual tension that surrounded them constantly was wreaking havoc between them, specially on moments like the previous one. Jack knew how much Hiccup wanted to 'go slow' with their relationship, and even if it was very cute and thoughtful of him, it seemed unnecessary to the younger boy sometimes. It angered him to no end when his boyfriend considered it was too much, for example, to move his rough, delicious hands further down his waist, but on the other hand it was perfectly right to whisper things like 'I love your fingers' in his ear like it was nothing. He was having the bitter with the sweet when he only wanted the last one, and it was starting to be not okay at all.
He doesn't notice Aster's goodbye, dismissing him with a curt gesture and a short nod. The design is almost finished at last, and he adds the ending lines and details with his tongue so tightly caught between his teeth he feels himself salivating with the numbing pain. He finally sits straight on his stool again, looking proudly at the paper, and puts their pencils and eraser in a tiny drawer under the table, as well as the drawing inside a secure folder. After this, he stands up and arranges his clothing, eventually noticing that the music stopped some time ago and Aster is nowhere to be seen, the lights at the shop's entrance off.
Hiccup is cleaning his needles free of the multiple colors he used on his last client that afternoon and Jack sighs. The boy has his earphones on, so he doesn't heard him, and Jack takes in his hunched form and the lack of his energetic self slowly. There are no little movements, none of his feet shaking like they usually do when he's sitting, none of his lips murmuring the lyrics of whatever song he's listening to… And when something stings deep in his chest, Jack knows perfectly what it is: guiltiness.
The younger boy moves quietly, as to not startle him, and hugs his neck and back softly. Hiccup's body relaxes instantly under his weight and that stinging sensation increases tenfold inside him. His boyfriend turns on his stool and looks at him, sad eyes and mouth's corners falling downwards, so Jack presses an apologetic kiss to a stubble-covered cheek. Then a freckled nose; a strong jaw; a stubborn chin; and in the end to a pair of soft, warm lips, trying to show how sorry he is for snapping at him earlier, and Hiccup seems to understand him and accept his apologies, grasping Jack's jumper and ribs at his sides to bring him closer to his body and open his mouth with his tongue.
Jack obliges silently, no words needed, and he lets Hiccup maneuver him as he likes, feeling a bit like a rag doll— but, like, in a really good way. His boyfriend roams his hands over his clothed chest and sits him on one of his thighs, getting better access to his mouth and neck, kissing him deliberately languidly and delicately. Jack shudders unconsciously when Hiccup nips his lips a little bit harder than what he normally does, opening his mouth further and gripping fistfuls of shaggy brown hair between his fingers, and he moans faintly.
The older teen chooses that moment to separate them, putting his mouth out of reach when Jack tries to keep kissing him, and he exhales sharply in annoyance. "You're doing it again!"
"Doing what?" Hiccup retorts, despite knowing exactly what his boyfriend means.
"Stopping!" He shots his hands up and almost hits his face in the process, "You always stop as soon as things start to get just interesting in the slightest!" Hiccup holds his nose's bridge, clearly irritated as well, but he attempts harder than the white haired male to calm his voice a little, "Jack, we've already talked about this."
"No, we haven't!" Blue irises are slowly surrounded by a red tint that makes it uncomfortable to look at the freckled face, so he just directs his gaze to his shoes instead. "You're the one who has talked about it, not we", his voice comes softer now, the words loosening his hold onto Jack's anger to grab onto something else, "you never asked what my opinion was in the matter."
Hiccup exhales defeatedly. He knew what Jack's opinion was, there was no real necessity to ask him for it, but he supposed it wasn't right either to just do what he considered better for the two without his agreement. Two freckled arms hug his little body against his tighter, kissing his wet eyelashes as he talks, more affectionate this time. "You're right", Jack's expression debates itself between a sad pout and a defiant glare, although the first one finally wins over the other, "from now on we'll do whatever we want until one of us says otherwise. What do you think?"
Jack sobs a small "Okay", then blinks back his tears and smiles faintly. "Thank you."
"There's nothing to thank me for", Hiccup kisses his eyelashes again, this time making he laugh delightedly, "I'm sorry I made you cry. I'm the worst boyfriend ever."
"No, you aren't; you are the best boyfriend ever."
The older boy smiles fondly at him and nips his nose playfully, relishing in how the note of seriousness in his voice mixes with something near to adoration, and in the squeak that follows it. "Hey", he waits until Jack's eyes are fixated on him to continue talking, "what about we go to my house? We can watch a movie and have dinner there, then I'll take you home whenever you want. How does that sound?"
"Umm", Jack looks at him doubtfully and bites his bottom lip, sudden nervousness taking over his body, "it sounds good, but, like, aren't your parents home or something?"
"Nah, they're both working tonight." Valka was a vet who had her own private clinic, but she usually took some nights from her sparse time to give a hand at the local animal shelter, and Stoick was also spending as many nights as possible at the station in case the assaulters decided to attack again.
Hiccup's statement makes Jack relax visibly, his nervousness at the chance of meeting his parents being replaced by another kind of agitation, more like eagerness. He licks his lips absently, and when he looks upwards his eyes are clear and shiny. "I want pizza."
The cheesy food, now cold, rests in its cheap cardboard box on Hiccup's kitchen table.
The pair is currently snuggled comfortably on said teen's bed, heavy green comforter and fluffy pillows covering them, while they watch a rather bad sci-fi movie in the tv positioned in front of them.
Hiccup's room is everything you'd expect from the freckled male, really: furniture and walls in soft, forest and earth tones, the palette only disturbed by a large quantity of posters and a huge shelf filled with books, CDs and vinyls from all kind of genres. The best part, though, was his desk —a large surface where dozens of sketchbooks, designs and pieces of metal from various projects laid scattered over it, pencil holders full with different drawing tools and jars brimful with obscured water for his watercolors. Hiccup doesn't let him take a look at his sketches, though, and he puts them quickly in a drawer when Jack asks about them.
One of the older boy's arms is circling his shoulders loosely, and Jack rests his head on his chest a little bit more. He stopped paying attention to the movie long ago, but he still can follow the main protagonist's foolish moves, the argument being obvious like that. His blue eyes move to Hiccup's jaw instead, then they gaze his cheekbones and ears. He bites his lip worryingly and tries to focus on the film once more.
Hiccup is attractive, that's evident. It usually doesn't bother Jack's this much, but tonight, his mind is spinning in his clouded head. They're completely alone at his house, with the certainty that his parents aren't going to appear any time soon, lying with their limbs entangled on his soft, warm bed… After that evening's conversation back at the studio, Jack can feel himself grow hot in his pants thinking about the possibilities.
He squirms his thighs slightly, trying to ease some of the pressure directed to his groin due to his stupid imagination and at the same time not drawing too much awareness to himself, which clearly doesn't work as he wanted to. Hiccup's grip on his shoulders tightens when the larger male straightens and looks down at his flushed face, concern plain in his features.
"Are you okay?" Jack squeezes his thighs together with more force at his voice, making his green eyes scrunch together in confusion. "What's wrong?"
"There's n-nothing wrong! Why there'd be something w-wrong?"
Hiccup isn't buying his poor attempt at appearing calm. "Because you look like you're about to suffocate? And you're too hot", he touches his neck to prove his point, and Jack squeaks embarrassedly upon feeling his hand there, "maybe you've a fever, we should take the comforter and your jumper off to cool you down a bit–"
"No! I'm fine, really!" Jack grabs the cloth covering his raging hard-on and holds onto it for dear life as Hiccup pulls at it, "Hayden, please-!" Green eyes widen in understanding when the comforter finally slips from Jack's grasp, and said boy groans in shame. His normally pale cheeks are violently red right now, lips closed to prevent a sob from escaping as the corners of his eyes go wet in just a few seconds.
"I'm really sorry", he whimpers without meeting his gaze. The fucking thing is still struggling against his pants proudly. "I don't know how it happened, I was just seeing the movie and… I don't know, please, I'm so sorry, I should just leave."
He moves to stand up; however, Hiccup catches him by the waist and makes him sit at the bed's headboard. Jack's timid gaze meet's his determined one and he sucks in a breath. There are two dextrous fingers unzipping his tight jeans as he talks. "There's nothing to be sorry about, and you are not leaving. I'm going to take care of it. Understood?"
Jack suddenly feels hypnotized by the deepness of those eyes staring at his face and the velvety, smooth edge running under that commanding voice, so he does the only thing he can at the moment and nods. Hiccup seems pleased, though, and he lifts his butt from the mattress shortly to take his pants off. He's wearing navy blue boxers that contrasts beautifully against his pale skin, and the older boy's tongue licks his lips in anticipation. Jack doesn't notice the appreciative gesture, too focused on his own bashfulness to think about anything else, and his face too hidden into his trembling hands to actually see anything.
Hiccup grabs his two wrists and pulls them out of his face with just enough pressure to do so, but Jack squeezes his eyes shut instead. The freckled man hums, clearly displeased with the other boy's display. The white haired teen suddenly feels an open-mouthed kiss to his ear, then another to his jaw, and he's pretty soon covered in a trail of merciless nips and marks and gasping quietly under Hiccup's body on the mattress, eyes still closed.
"Look at me, frostbite, don't be so shy. C'mon," he bites his ear rather hard, earning a loud moan from him. He separates his legs with one of his knees and rubs his groin in time with his words, "you wanted things to get interesting, remember? I'm not going to stop this time." Jack finally opens his eyes at the last sentence, meeting Hiccup's smirk and squirming under his weight with a wary expression. He's sure Hiccup wouldn't trick him like that; the boy is very serious on his words, but Jack can't help and feel a little bit intimidated by them despite wanting this so much. "There you are, lovely," the freckled boy smiles sweetly at him and nuzzles their noses together, and Jack smiles at that, too. His voice is husky and his touches are burning against his thighs, but he's gentle in his movements. "What would you want me to do to you, um?"
"I don't know", he shudders and closes his eyes, embarrassed at his words again. "I-I have never… You know. Never done anything of this before."
"That's okay", his words are reassuring, just like his fond caresses over his skin. He hooks his thumbs under his boxer's waistband and pulls them down, freeing his aching cock and making Jack shiver uncontrollably. "You're going to like this, but if you need to stop just say so."
Jack nods, eyes opened owlishly to take into his boyfriend's every tiny action, and Hiccup kisses him hurriedly one more time before going down his body and licking his member unceremoniously. The younger boy buckles his hips upwards instantly, a moan breaking through his lips, so the freckled man holds him onto the bed with two warm hands at his sides as he puts Jack's member completely in his mouth and sucks softly, and Jack knows right away he's not going to last long.
Hiccup's mouth is hot and wet and everything Jack could ever dream of when he circles his tongue around his shaft expertly. His hips keep buckling upward involuntarily while his boyfriend devours him delicately, adding just enough teeth into the equation to make Jack whimper in his hands. Meanwhile, Hiccup's green eyes are now obscured by lust and his taste buds salivate around the delicious treat that Jack's shaft makes. Noticing the younger teen's shaking form, though, he moves his head more vigorously around his member, relishing in the little sounds of pleasure that leave the white haired male's tongue, and without more warning than a sharp tugging at his brown locks and a loud moan Jack's coming in his mouth.
He swallows it down quietly, licking his member clean even after Jack's limbs are limp on the mattress, then pulls his boxers upwards and the comforter over their bodies. The younger boy lays next to him exhausted, but moves his heavy form to reciprocate Hiccup's gentle embrace, sharing body warm and smelling the scent of after-sex bliss in him. Jack rubs his tired hand against Hiccup's obvious hardness, and a tattooed hand catches it and repositions it between their chests in a silent negation.
The white haired boy moves his lips against Hiccup's and kisses him, tasting himself on his tongue and humming appreciatively. He'll more than probably feel really ashamed about the past few minutes tomorrow, but right now, huddled in his boyfriend's arms while he nuzzles his neck lovingly and his orgasm is making him sleepy, he can't bring himself to care.
"I'll take you home tomorrow morning."
He nods lazily at the sound, and he wants to tell Hiccup that he loves him at that moment, but he's asleep before the words slip from his tongue.
