Jack yawned as he pushed his hands across the countertop, his lanky limbs' joints cracking. He slumped forward and watched the clock on the opposite wall as the seconds ticked by, counting down the minutes until he could finally close shop.
He looked down the stretch of their narrow little comic shop, hoping to see some figurine out of place, a board game miscategorized or a crumb on a table. None were to be seen. It was just about the most well-kept little shop this side of Valhalla.
Of course it was, he'd already done everything there was to be done! If he strained his ears, he could hear his employer in the back, taking stock of what they had and no doubt ordering in new stock that would also be slow to sell.
He rested his head on his arm and pressed a finger to the glass of the display case he leaned against. The surface frosted over in a second, a tingling sensation dancing through his digits. He moved his fingers, pushing and shaping the frosty layer with his thoughts, drawing up patterns of swirls and cubes, dongs and butts, anything to pass the time.
He looked up, a spark of hope flaring through his chest when the door top bell rang through the shop and in walked the first customer in hours.
"Finally, something to do," He thought, melting the frost with a discrete wave of his hand. His need to occupy his time urged him to engage and talk to the customer, but this boy, short and thin, with brown hair brushing his ears, dull green eyes darting from side to side and freckles dusting his cheeks, didn't really seem like the type who wanted to be pounced on.
At least, not from a customer service point of view.
Jack nodded at him, giving him a reassuring smile but making no move to do anything else. The boy nodded back, pushing his hands deep into his jeans pockets as he shuffled to the table closest to the register Jack was contractually chained to.
He made to look busy, pulling out a booklet of purchase history, rifling through the pages and pretending to jot things down with a little pencil. Every so often he chanced a glance at the boy, who was looking through the shelves before him, from the playing card games at the bottom, up to the dice sets and mini-figure painting kits, all the way up to the large and expensive statuettes at the top. His eyes seemed to widen as he saw the well-placed statue of Batman holding Joker over the edge by the lapels.
"Do you like what you see?" Jack asked, placing his prop to the side and leaning over the counter, resting his chin on his palms.
That seemed to catch the boy off guard as he snapped his head to look at Jack and seemed to almost cower back. "Sorry, I, I was just—" He stuttered, his face going red.
"Hey, hey, it's cool, just window shopping, I get it. Look all you want, it's nothin' to me," Jack replied with a chuckle. He stood up straighter with interest. "I can't take it down to give you a better look, but if you want you can stand on one of those chairs," He suggested, nodding to the chair next to the one the boy had left his backpack on.
"Oh," The boy said, touching his fingertips together. "Okay…thanks," He muttered, barely a whisper.
"No problemo," Jack responded with a wink, stepping out from behind the counter and pulling the chair right in front of the unit. He held a hand out and gave a shallow bow. "Milord."
The boy blushed, and a small smile tugged at his lips. Jack considered that a victory. The boy's hand was very warm in his cold one, so warm it sent a spike of heat through his whole body.
"There, that's a better view, ain't it?" Jack asked, placing a steadying hand on his back.
"Y-yeah," The boy said, a bit less timid than before. "There's a lot of detail," He looked from statue to statue, from Batman and Joker to Captain America and Bucky, to Monkey D. Luffy and then to Darth Vader at the end.
"Yeah, and believe me, they don't come cheap," Jack chuckled dryly, smiling when the boy put a hand on his shoulder to keep still.
"I'm Jack, by the way," He said, stepping even closer, close enough to get a whiff of the cute boy. He smelled mainly of pencil lead. Another subtle sniff gave him the impression of freshly cut apples.
"Oh, uh, I'm Henry, but everyone calls me Hiccup,"
"Hiccup, huh? Cute nickname," Jack beamed, holding out his free hand for a shake.
Hiccup's face went even more red, his ears and neck turning a few shades darker too. "Th-than-…um, thanks," He stuttered, averting his eyes back to the statues.
Jack had to bite the inside of his cheeks to stop himself from cooing over the boy. He was glad that of all the customers that could've walked through that door, it'd been Hiccup.
The following day, at about the same time, Jack found himself once again manning the countertop, waiting for any customer that may or may not enter their humble establishment.
Only difference this time was that his boss was next to him, looking through their ledger.
"I swear, Tooth, he was the cutest little guy you ever did see. Aside from yours truly, of course," Jack said smugly, gesturing to himself. "If only you could see him for yourself," He sighed, planting his head in his folded arms.
Toothless, a man a few years older than the teenage Jack, contemplated his employee's words. He recalled how he stumbled upon Jack a whole five years earlier. He'd been eleven at the time, Toothless himself only eighteen.
He'd been alone, half starved to death and absolutely afraid of everything and everyone, abandoned in a cave in the middle of a snowstorm further north.
It took a lot of work to convince him that Toothless only wanted to help, but when he did, Jack didn't want to leave his side for even an instant, and he hadn't looked back since.
"I'll have to take your word for it. You were quite the cutie…back then," He chuckled, knowing that the teen would take issue with the subtle jab.
"I'm a cutie now!" Jack nagged, poking Toothless' cheek. He gave a half-hearted attempt to bite the offending digit but Jack pulled it away too quickly.
"Yeah, I suppose you are," The man admitted, looking away from his bookkeeping for a moment to lean over and give Jack a quick peck on the cheek. "You're my cutie," He winked, his deep green eyes, staring deep into Jack's blue ones, his dark complexion and pitch hair contrasting deeply with the other's milky skin and snow-white locks.
Toothless snaked an arm around Jack's waist and pulled him in close, a pink tone dusting the teen's cheeks. "Maybe I should remind you just how cute you are over the counter, over and over and over again," The man teased, nuzzling into Jack's neck.
"I've been so bored that I might just let you," Jack whispered in a husky tone, threading his fingers through Toothless' silky dark hair.
Then, the hanging doorbell rang out, causing the pair to quickly separate, a pink mark on Jack's neck where Toothless had been close to sucking on. "Oh, here he is again," Jack whispered, his expression brightening as Hiccup made his way through the narrow shop.
"Evening, Hiccup," Jack greeted with a bright smile, leaning over the counter again.
"H-hey, Jack," Hiccup shyly replied, giving a small wave. "H-hi," He said, addressing Toothless this time.
"Evenin'," Toothless nodded, giving Jack a sideways glance, a smirk pulling at his lips. "So you're Hiccup. Jack couldn't stop talking about you yesterday," Of course, he knew just the right buttons to push to get the teen worked up.
"Really?" Hiccup asked, his brows knitted, a red tinge flushing his cheeks. "About…me?" He sounded as if the very notion of him being a topic of discussion was absurdity of the highest magnitude.
"Oh yes, he went on and on about this adorable young man who came in, who had an adorable name and was very interested in our statues," He quirked an eyebrow to gesture at the aforementioned statuettes. "I daresay you were the highlight of his week."
"Okay, okay, I mentioned him once over dinner, and yeah, he was the most interesting thing to happen all week. Sue me!" Jack rambled, the embodiment of indignance, a red flush going up to his ears, his fists balled and his foot stomping like that of an angry toddler's.
"It's not my fault you've no idea where to locate a business," He finished, crossing his arms in a pouty huff. Toothless chuckled heartily, showing off his long and sharp canines.
Behind his back, the tips of his index and middle fingers glowed a luminous green, and with a flick, the "Open" sign on his shop's door flipped to say "Closed" instead.
"Not like business is bustling anyway," He thought, more than happy to get to know the boy his partner had gushed endlessly about.
"Anyway, Hiccup, feel free to look around, any friend of Jack's is a friend of mine," He smiled, and when the boy blushed at him he could see why his partner had gotten so infatuated with him. He was adorable, with soft-looking fluffball hair, big eyes innocent to the world, and a small and slim body that just screamed "PROTECT ME".
"Thanks…" The boy responded in a whisper. He was so meek and quiet that even a mouse could probably shout him down, that was the impression Toothless got anyway.
Hiccup sat at the table closest to the register again, this time slinging his book bag onto the floor and pulling out a sketchbook and case of pencils. Toothless watched on for a few minutes, liking the look of concentration the boy had as he drew, his brows knitted as he bit his lip, frowning when he made a mistake and had to erase it.
He noticed that every so often that he glanced over to Jack before going back to his sketch.
"What are you drawing there?" He asked while he walked around front to write down what stock needed to be ordered for the displays.
Hiccup's head snapped around to look at him, moving himself to cover his artwork. "Oh, n-nothing!" He stammered, going beet red in the face.
"Oh alright," He winked, going back to his work. But he peaked over his shoulder a moment later and spied the drawing. He couldn't stop himself from grinning when he saw that Hiccup was working on a very detailed drawing of Jack.
"You have yourself an admirer," Toothless whispered when he went behind the counter again.
The following day, Hiccup came back, and the day after that and the day after that until it was Saturday, the first day of the summer holidays and when their business tended to boom.
When he came in this time, there were a few other young boys in the store too, the three of them browsing the stock of comics. When Hiccup saw them he balked and went halfway back out the door. Then Jack waved at him.
He smiled, almost melting Jack's heart, and walked into the shop, scooting by the other boys and taking his usual spot at the front desk.
Jack felt his heart flutter when Hiccup took out his sketchbook again. He'd managed to get a peek at one of the drawings the day before, one of him, and he'd been elated to see that it did him justice and then some.
The trio of boys bought a comic each and then left, just as it was time for Jack to close shop.
"I guess I should be going," Hiccup said, a bit disappointed that he didn't get to talk with the store clerk for longer.
"Oh, you can stay if you want," Jack said to him when the boy made to pack up his things. "You brighten the place up," He winked, sending Hiccup into a flurry of stutters and blushes before he squeaked out a small "T-thanks…"
"Do you wanna come upstairs?" He asked, not wanting him to be lonely in the shop all by himself. "It's our apartment, mine and Tooth's,"
"Sure!" Hiccup exclaimed, gathering his things and walking behind the counter for the first time. Their living quarters above the shop wasn't anything grand but it was nothing to sneeze at either.
The stairs went up to the kitchen, beyond which was their living room. At the end of that there was a small spiral staircase that went up to the attic bedroom and connected to that was the only bathroom.
"Whoa," Hiccup gaped, eyeing the posters and figurines on the walls and shelves, all of which looked too expensive for him to buy.
"Make yourself at home," Jack said, kicking off his sandals and leaving them by the door. Hiccup copied him, leaving his bag behind and setting his sketchbook on the kitchen table. Jack booted up a console in the living room as Hiccup continued to draw, keeping up the conversation between them, saying anything to get a blush out of the boy.
"Your art's really good, you know? I've sneaked a few looks over your shoulder and you've really got talent," He complimented, having paused his game to get a drink. He offered a glass of orange squash to Hiccup, who accepted it with a red tinge to his cheeks.
"Thanks…" He mumbled under his breath, smiling behind the glass.
Jack leaned against the table, watching with folded arms as Hiccup drew. He struggled to make out what it was with just the line-art done but before too long Hiccup had brought a mechanical golem to life on the page.
"I'll have to get you to draw me one day," Jack whispered as he peered over Hiccup's shoulder, his lips so very close to the shell of his ear.
Hiccup went red and averted his gaze. Without another word he flipped the pages of his sketchbook back a few until he got to something that made Jack's heart go all aflutter. It was double page spread of him, various doodles and sketches in varying states of completion, all of the smaller ones orbiting around a near perfect rendition of his face, down to the flecks of bright blue in his mostly prussian eyes.
"Sexy," Jack commented with a smarmy grin. He placed a hand on Hiccup's shoulder and squeezed affectionately. "You got anymore?" He asked, lifting the page to turn to the next one.
Hiccup noticed too late. His hands made to stop him but the damage was done. He looked at his lap and went beet-red, tears welling in his eyes.
"Even sexier!" Jack exclaimed, his own cheeks dusting pink at these other drawings of him. These ones were very distinct from the others as almost all of them had him in some state or another of undress.
Jack felt his gut swell in excitement at the thought of Hiccup picturing him in such ways. He imagined the boy concentrating very hard to imagine what he looked like nude, trying to get the angles and curves right, getting harder and harder all the while. It made his own member swell.
"Sexier indeed," He said more to himself, picking the sketchbook up and giving the drawings a closer look. He noticed that none of them actually rendered his cock in any form.
Some pictures were from behind, showing off his scarily close-to-real-life rear, others from an angle. There were ones where he was drawn from the front but had his hands covering his dignity, or something was conveniently blocking it. He found the snowflake one particularly amusing.
"Though there are some inaccuracies," He said, patting Hiccup on the head.
"You're…you're not mad?" Hiccup mewled, daring to look up at Jack as he rubbed a fat tear from the corner of his eye.
"Not a chance," Jack scoffed, feeling himself harden at the images of his nude self. "Couldn't get mad at art this flattering at all," He snickered, putting the sketchbook back on the table.
"And if you want…" He leaned in close to the boy's ear and whispered, "You can try and draw the real thing."
If it were possible for Hiccup to blush even more than before, he somehow managed it now.
"Like…like…with you…being…naked?" Hiccup squeaked, gesturing vaguely to Jack.
"That's the general gist of it, yeah," Jack chuckled, resting a hand on his hip and looking at Hiccup with a wry grin. "So whaddya say?" He moved a hand to his belt buckle and edged it to come loose.
Hiccup gulped, his chest positively buzzing with butterflies.
His mouth went dry at the thought of Jack naked in real life. He'd thought about it enough to have a pretty solid image of the teen's body in his imagination but to see the real thing was another debacle altogether. He'd rubbed himself raw at the mere fantasy of Jack naked, the thought of seeing the real-life thing made him go weak in the knees.
"S…s…sure!" He exclaimed, his chest heaving at the thought of his week-long dreams coming to life.
"Thought you'd say that." Jack winked cheekily.
He undid his belt and zipper to start, then he pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it onto the kitchen table. Hiccup gawked at him with wide eyes and scarlet cheeks, his hands wringing on his lap.
He was surprised to see that Jack sported a fairly elaborate set of tattoos. His right side of his chest was littered with snowflakes, larger ones around his heart and smaller ones that trailed off around his back and down his stomach.
"Ready for the rest?" Jack asked with a cocky smirk. He hooked his thumbs into his shorts and underwear and pushed them off his hips.
Hiccup squeaked when he saw Jack's member bounce from his underwear, hard and uncut and surrounded at the base by a bush of snowy white. It was his first time seeing another guy's cock erect and it made his own boyhood stiffen in his briefs.
He adjusted it to be less noticeable but the gesture didn't go unseen by Jack.
He winked at the boy and shook his shorts and boxers down his legs before kicking them off to the side, leaving him completely, unabashedly bare to the world and, more importantly, Hiccup.
"Like what you see?" He asked, his arms out to the sides as he turned on the spot, letting the boy get a good look at every inch of him. He turned again, this time stopping so Hiccup could get a solid view of his naked butt. "You seemed to like this side the most, so why not start with it?" He said with another wink, resting one hand on his hip and letting the other hang to the side.
"S-sure!" Hiccup exclaimed, fighting the urge to release his cocklet from his pants and stroke himself to orgasm.
He took his sketchbook and pencil in hand, turned to a new page and stared intently at Jack's nude form, noting every curve and line of his pristine body, his flawless pearly skin and plump, rounded, pale rear. He could already tell that he hadn't done any of it justice in his drawings.
"Done." He said with all the ferocity of a meek mouse. Jack turned to him, his member having gone flaccid during the almost quarter-hour it took to finish the drawing.
"Beautiful." Jack said when he saw it, admiring just how true to life that the drawing looked. "You even got my tattoos right!" He said, pointing at the little snowflakes that cascaded over and under his floating ribs and over his shoulder.
"You've got real skill there." He complimented. Jack was about to ask if Hiccup ever considered going into comics before the door to the kitchen swung open. There stood Toothless, frozen in the doorway for a moment.
His eyes darted from Jack to Hiccup and back to Jack again, his expression unreadable.
"The…the new stock's been put into the stockroom." He said, acting as if nothing was amiss at all. As he walked by the pair he planted a quick peck onto Jack's cheek and proceeded on to the spiral staircase at the end of the living room and went halfway up before pausing.
"Will you be staying for dinner, Hiccup?" He asked, his eyes narrowing at the red-faced boy.
"If…if you'll have me." Hiccup stuttered, his hands and jaw trembling.
"Perfect." He said with a wink, going the rest of the way upstairs with a broad grin.