Happy Valentine's Day and happy *late* Galentine's Day y'all! This took longer than I expected,oh well. I hope you have a great day and that you pamper yourself a lot!
- Caliope.
Hiccup's lips are rough against Jack's, and they make his skin feverish with the pressure the older teen applies on them, his mouth like hot steel marking trails of kisses down a much paler jaw and neck as Jack gasps under his touch.
He listens absentmindedly to Hiccup's chanting, a myriad of I've missed you so much, so so so much and You feel so good and You smell so nice and I love you too, I love you too falling from his parted mouth, and Jack feels himself shiver violently at the words, because Hiccup pronounces them so reverently it hurts, and Jack doesn't deserve them. He forces freckled cheeks upwards and shoves a hungry tongue on the brunet's mouth, nipping and bruising, not wanting to hear anything more. He doesn't need to hear anything more.
Darling you're with me, always around me (only love, only love),
darling I feel you under my body (only love, only love).
Give me shelter, or show my heart (only love, only love),
watch me fall apart, watch me fall apart (only love, only love).
And I'll be yours to keep.
Their sanity is hanging by a threat, Jack's tears long dry and Hiccup's anger long forgotten, and Jack tries to bury his moans deep in his lover's clavicle as Hiccup hovers deliciously close over him, taking his breath away with every kiss and making his loins coil in pleasure at his ministrations. Jack's trembling hands turn from grasping the green-eyed boy's shirt to scrabbling blunt nails on the expanse of a freckled back, and the younger teen studies in fascination how Hiccup's gaze loses focus for a moment and the fists at his head's sides grip the bedsheets so hard tattooed knuckles turn white. Hiccup kisses him urgently again, Jack's baby blues fluttering when he rubs their erections together, and the sudden whimper that rips through him is thankfully devoured by Hiccup's tongue.
However, the sweet friction against his navel goes away as fast as it came, and Jack feels himself like crying again. Jack hasn't forgotten that his father is downstairs, and it seems that Hiccup hasn't either. Hiccup nuzzles his neck tenderly while he tries to even his frantic breathing, fiery kisses becoming purposely languid and soft on Jack's flushed and bitten lips, the blood flooding in their direction making them tingle under the thin flesh.
Darling I feel you under my body,
darling you're with me forever and always.
Give me shelter, or show me heart
and watch me fall apart, watch me fall apart.
They lay together on Jack's bed, just holding onto each other, reassuring their proximity, feeling happier and more at ease than ever. He wants to crawl under his skin and sleep there forever. Hiccup combs dextrous fingers through silky white locks and Jack sighs contentedly in his warm arms, curling against the older's male side and looking upwards at him.
Then Jack's stomach protests weakly. Hiccup chuckles low in his throat while the younger teen hides his bashfulness in the crook of his freckled neck. Jack shudders when one of Hiccup's palms grazes over his stomach, oblivious to the frown in his face.
"You've lost weight", he states seriously, and Jack knows it's stupid to try and deny it. Instead, he squirms in Hiccups arms to face him, although rather anxious about his reply.
"I wasn't feeling like eating much these past few days… But I feel better now". Jack had promised himself to act more maturely from now on, and lying to avoid his problems wasn't the way to do it.
"Let's go to the kitchen, then. Your father was making pancakes before we came in." Hiccup's furrowed brow softens at Jack's words, his lips moving down to press an affectionate kiss on his temple. "You'll need to make up for this week if you want your suit to fit you for the dance. "
"How do you know about the dance?" Jack mumbles, pearly white teeth abusing his bottom lip.
Hiccup smirks at him, crooked teeth flashing mischievously for only him to see. "I have my ways", he purrs smugly, and a warm feeling stirs in the younger's boy belly without his consent.
(In fact, the tattooed man had seen the dozens of signs that the dance committee of Jack's high-school had wrapped the city with —and that included the studio's door—, but the paler boy didn't have to know that.)
"We're going to the dance, then?" Jack stutters over his own excitement, cheeks flushed with the possibility of seeing Hiccup in a nicely-cut suit. Then, a thought hits his mind, and he looks at the sitting form of the other teen on the bed, babbling embarrassedly. "Does that mean that we good? Like, are we still..?"
The older teen can't help the smile that pulls at the corners of his mouth, his eyes darting for just a second to the pendant hanging by the leather cord around Jack's wrist. "Yes, snowflake. We're good. I love you."
"I love you too. A lot." Jack smiles timidly, his blush permanent at this point, and Hiccup laces their fingers together. Their hands stay like that as the pale boy eats his breakfast under the appreciative gaze of a very relieved North. Lunchtime finds them tangled on Jack's bed once more, lazily taking in the other's scent and caressing whatever skin they can find, sunlight washing over them.
Jack feels like he is floating on a bubble of pure and utter happiness.
Hiccup presses another delicate kiss to his ear and the younger teen giggles under his breath, the line on the paper not coming as steady as he would have wanted with his trembling hands gripping the pencil. He'll have to clean it and repeat the action, but he can't bring himself to care.
Jack erases his mistake and starts again, only for his boyfriend to sneak a tattooed hand under his oversized sweater and tickling his ribs with a butterfly touch that has the poor boy shuddering in record time. He turns in his stool to glare at him— although without much success, if Hiccup's crooked smile is something to tell by—, and hook his thin arms around his freckled neck, kissing him shortly before–
"Oi ya two, I don't pay ya to make out!" Aster's voice chimes in breaking the mood, and Hiccup huffs actually annoyed with his coworker while Jack simply hides his face in his boyfriend's t-shirt. Since the two boys had settled things down they were more cuddly than ever, and it was the fifth time he has had to scold the clingy pair for getting to affectionate in the middle of the studio only that evening. Both the Aussie and the freckled boy were really frustrated at this point, but due to different reasons. If Aster didn't know them better he'd actually think they were fucking each other's brains silly like two bunnies in heat… which he would have preferred, anyway. Maybe that way he wouldn't be about to die of sugar poisoning. "Haddock, could ya please keep your hands away from the kiddo for just a few hours? Or do ya wanna close the shop tonight?"
Hiccup huffs a clenched "Fine" under his breath and goes back to his post, trying to concentrate on his latest client's request. But then he looks in Jack's direction not too long after, taking in the adorably boy just a few steps away from him, messy white hair falling over his glasses and scrunched nose, his pinkish tongue peeking through his teeth. Hiccup has a lot of self-control, but not that much, and he's moving closer to his boyfriend before he can even think about it.
The older teen takes Jack's cheeks in his hands and brings their mouths together in a swift movement, licking the younger's bottom lip and relishing in the immediate obligation of Jack's mouth opening just enough for Hiccup's tongue to caress his, and he's so, so sweet–
"Okay, that's it! Ya two go home right now!" And fairly enough, the pair exits the studio without protest, but Hiccup doesn't have the decency of looking apologetic at his coworker's reprimand.
It's Saturday afternoon and Jack is sitting in his house's kitchen, the soft blue bowtie he's wearing matching his nervous eyes. His feet keep tapping the legs of the stool under him, and he's physically struggling to not ruffle his hands through his hair and make a mess of the gelled strands he took almost half an hour fixing in the bathroom. He has even put on some cologne, thinking about how it would be nice to doll himself up a little for Hiccup —and hopefully give his confidence a tiny boost—. It was Jack's last opportunity to attend his high-school's annual dance, because his high marks made obvious that he'd be graduating that year, and even if on previous occasions he hadn't really paid any mind to the event this year it seemed important. Besides, he would be with Hiccup, and a little romantic night sounded glorious to Jack's ears.
The doorbell rings and the little nerd is on his feet in half a breath, running to the door before North can answer it camera-in-hand. He yanks the wood more eagerly than he intended, and for a tiny instant his breath catches in his throat at the sight in front of him: Hiccup's suit is black much like his own, but his shirt is white where Jack's is klein blue, and his green bowtie is a shade deeper than his eyes. The punk's hair is as messy as ever, though Jack can't help but notice the absence of his usual two braids. Hiccup is trying to loosen his shirt's collar slightly when Jack greets him, tattooed fingers grazing over his adam's apple unsuccessfully, and the younger boy feels his face going warm with the desire that coils down his navel at the lopsided and just a bit embarrassed smile that he gifts him with.
"Hey", he says simply. Jack swears his knees are going weak. Oh damn. "How do I look?"
He intended to imitate his salute, but instead he replies a breathless and blunt "Hot", realizing too late his slip. He looks much better than he imagined. His boyfriend chuckles and Jack is feeling a bit lightheaded, having forgotten in his bedroom the inhaler that his doctor prescribed him after his attack last week. Hiccup must have noticed this as well, because the older teen moves him closer by the waist and keeps him upright. Jack can smell cologne on his neck and nuzzles there before pressing a timid kiss to his jaw, helping him to finally loosen his collar. A silent 'thank you'. "What happened to your braids?"
"My mom said they looked weird with the suit", he shrugs his shoulders carelessly, changing the subject immediately, voice sounding suddenly deeper. "You look good enough to eat", Hiccup eyes him with an appreciative look, drinking in the flushed cheeks and shiny eyes of the little nerd in his arms. Jack looks positively adorable with his snowy hair gelled backwards and contacts instead of glasses, the fitting cloth of his suit showing a slightly taut frame that his usual oversized sweaters hide effectively. The punk knows he's going to have a hard time trying to not get frisky with the nerd, but he can't bring himself to care as he runs his fingers down Jack's nape and the boy shudders in his arms.
Hiccup closes the distance between them slowly, angling their mouths until he kisses Jack with just a sweet peck of chaste lips, and the younger boy can feel his heart beating madly against his ribcage.
"I love you", Hiccup murmurs over his lips when they move to breathe, and Jack wants so sigh of contentment.
"I love you too", he smiles timidly in response, standing on the tip of his shoes to press a little kiss on Hiccup's freckled nose.
A 'click' and a flash blind them for a moment, and when they turn in the light's direction in Jack's porch North is looking at them innocently. "Sorry boys, but Hayden looks so cute! Jackson, do that again!"
Hiccup looks about to die of embarrassment during the whole photo session, still not believing his boyfriend's father called him 'cute', and Jack is enjoying the whole thing too much. The punk bends over the nerd's shoulder while North is distracted with the camera settings, nipping his earlobe and chuckling amused when Jack's ears turn red.
North frees them not too long after, and the pair arrives at Jack's high-school in roughly ten minutes thanks to Hiccup's bike. The pale boy takes his helmet off and the freckled teen does the same, helping Jack to fix some loose strands of hair before taking his hand and entering the gym hand in hand.
Except for the initial surprise of seeing two boys coming to the dance together and a few whispered comments nobody bothers them, and Jack is grateful for that, although it maybe had something to do with Hiccup looking murderous to anybody that dare to come near them.
Jack spots Rapunzel and Flynn near the punch's table and drags his boyfriend there, happy of seeing somebody from his school he actually liked. Excited small talk ensues without much difficulty, Hiccup clicking with Flynn almost instantly and discussing about tattoos while Rapunzel makes him dance with her much to their boyfriend's amusement.
But Jack can't help the odd sensation that curls unpleasantly on his gut and makes his movements tense from head to toe, and he blames the school population for it. He was still affected by the previous week, the lack of food and sleep and mental health in general messing with him in more ways than one. Hiccup was treating him exceptionally well, showing him tender affection and genuine love in every possible way to help him feel a little better, and Jack's confidence was improving greatly thanks to it… which made him feel even guiltier due to his current paranoid and stupid attitude.
He doesn't want to dance anymore, and Flynn goes to substitute him in favor or keeping his girlfriend happy. Hiccup gives him a concerned look, his relaxed mood going away at Jack's distressed face and nervous posture. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm just a little tired. I need to catch some air", he knows his false smile doesn't convince his boyfriend, so he tries to add a little shrug of his shoulder. "You just stay here, okay? I'll be back in a minute."
Before he can turn on his heels and run from the gym Hiccup's arm finds his waist, and the older boy presses a little peck on his forehead reassuringly. "Don't take too long. I love you."
"I love you too."
Hiccup watches him go with a frown on his brow and a gulp of punch to prevent a sigh from escaping his lips. He had wanted to go with him, but at the same time he knows he must give Jack space if he wants so to not overwhelm them, his doctor said as much. So he simply stays on his spot, sipping from his cup and watching the younger students dance for a while.
He sees something red approaching him by the corner of his eyes, and Hiccup turns to stare at the girl greeting him. "Hi, are you Jack's boyfriend?" The punk makes a noncommittal sound, not really interested in engaging in conversation when he's being busy worrying over Jack. "I'm Heather, a friend of his."
"He has never mentioned you", and he doesn't intend to be rude, but it's true. He doesn't remember Jack talking about any Heather before, although on the other hand he didn't mentioned Rapunzel or Flynn either. The girl doesn't cower at his obvious gruff response, flashing him an amicable smile instead.
"Well, it doesn't really matter", she replies, and suddenly she's glued to his neck and pressing a forceful kiss on his mouth.
A gasp can be heard not too far away from them, and when Hiccup can shove the girl away from him he watches in horror Jack's running back disappearing through the gym's metallic doors.
"Jack!" He tries to follow him, but that girl catches a hold of his arm and Hiccup has to shake her from it. "What the fuck is your problem!?"
Heather looks genuinely scared now, green eyes wide open and with a reason: the boy in front of her seems to be about to murder her, and her confident stance falters in less than a second. "S-sorry, he gave me twenty bucks, he-he sai-d it was just a-a joke–
"What are you talking about!?" The girl falls shut with a squeak when Hiccup demands an explanation with a scream, his fingers gripping her by her shoulders. The entire gym is staring at them at this point, Rapunzel and Flynn at his sides trying to contain him, the teachers coming closer at the commotion. Losing his patience, he shakes her applying a little more force, "what the fuck are you talking about!? Who is he!?"
"This guy n-named Dagur? He told-d me you w-where his boyf-friend?"
When Hiccup finally lets her go is because of the shock that shots through his body, and the girl immediately melts in the crowd that has gathered around them, but Hiccup doesn't have time to chase her. He runs outside the high-school's gym without any word, leaving his boyfriend's confused friends behind him, looking for Jack desperately in the parking lot, the boy nowhere to be found.
A little sparkle stands out against the black pavement and Hiccup takes Jack's snowflake bracelet from the ground, almost completely smashed in his hand from the pressure of a wheel over it. He climbs onto his bike without a second thought, bile rising in his throat and helmet be dammed, and while he drives he takes his mobile from his jacket's pocket and calls his father heatedly.
"Hiccup? What's wrong?" Stoick picks the phone at the first ring, being his work's number, and he stands up from his chair to pace around his police station's office. Hiccup never calls him at his work's number.
"Dad, it's Jack, I know who the assaulter is! He has him!" Hiccup arrives at his house in record time, Valka opening the door with a distressed expression upon hearing his son. "I-I think I know where he is, there's a cabin next to the east's edge of the lake, I'm heading there with Toothless right now", the black labrador barks at the mention of his name, owner and dog going to the garage and climbing onto Valka's 4x4 without her being able to prevent it.
Stoick is screaming something at him through the phone, but Hiccup is too focused on taking the car out of the garage and leaving his street behind to really understand the words. "Son, stop right now and stay with your mother! We'll take care of this!"
"I can help, I'll explain you everything dad, but please come as soon as possible! We're on the way", and with that Hiccup hangs up the phone, the only sounds surrounding him being Toothless' nervous panting and the buzzing of another incoming call.
He's going to kill Dagur.