"Hiccup, you promised!".

"Uh, did I?", responded a nasal voice with a sarcastic tone. "As far as I remember, you asked if I'd go and I slightly moved my head, I never confirmed".

The expression in Astrid's face closed and she punched his arm, gladly receiving an indignant scream of pain from him. "You nodded".

"I had a torticollis! I was only elongating my neck".

"Yeah, right", she said, fulminating him with her eyes, not believing a word. "You more than anyone else should go. Tuff and Ruff are your friends, and not going to their party would be inconsiderate. Also,", she added, softening her voice, "you're my best friend, and it wouldn't be se same without you".

Hiccup groaned, dropping his head on the table, eyes closed. He was sure as hell the twins wouldn't even notice his absence, but he knew Astrid was like a dog with a bone. "Okay, I'll go, but you owe me one", he said, turning his head to look at her.

Astrid moved her head, neither confirming nor denning, a smart smile in her face. She's giving him a dose of his own medicine.

Before Hiccup could leave any snarky comment, the class door opened, and Jack entered the room. Oh, great, Jack is already here - he though, annoyed.

Jackson Overland was a nightmare. The boy would come late most of the time, disturbing the class with his arrival, and wouldn't shup up during class. His voice coming from the back of the room could be heard in the first roll were Hiccup usually sit, a murmur in the wind. No one seemed to care or even notice it, they just watched classes unaware of his presence, with exception of Hiccup and, sometimes, the teacher.

Jack, as Hiccup saw after class, was a social butterfly, talking to lots of friends, but at least in this class he had only one, a girl with greenish-blue hair. She actually seemed nice, always smiling, but Jack wouldn't stop talking to her in the loudest whispers ever. Hiccup more than once complained with Astrid about him after class, but she simply said she hadn't noticed the boy at all. Really, how? Someone so good looking, with dyed white hair and a bright smile of perfectly aligned teeth, acting as if he was the best. Hiccup bet Jack was a jerk. It was infuriating.

Entering the class, Jack made the usual ritual to look around, mentally roll his eyes as he saw Hamish "Hiccup", and find Toothiana (his best friend's nickname) at the back of the class waving at him. He opened one of his shining smiles that she always considered one of his best attributes, and went to meet her. He was early today! A good thing, considering he'd avoid the snort Hiccup would usually give him, like every time he'd come late. In Jack's opinion, the boy was a pain in the ass.

Every time Jack looked at him, he seemed to be in a bad mood. At first, Jack thought he was very handsome, a cute little gap between his front teeth and that dork nickname, but soon enough he was tired of it. He never laughed when Jack was around, and sometimes Jack would see him glaring at him after class. He seemed almost angry? At Jack? For doing nothing? Well, guess what, – Jack thought – he was getting angry too.

What was he doing in this class, anyway? Toothiana begged him to do this class with her. "Flying aerodynamics, Jack! This class is so cool! I don't want to do it alone, please come with me. I'll do another class of your choice with you, too. Pleease?". Jack eventually agreed, much to his regret. Maybe for her, a biology major studying the flight of hummingbirds, knowing aerodynamics was cool, but Jack was an artist and the class was full of engineers. Oh, she's super-duper owing him for this sacrifice.

Jack went to the back, talking to his friend, while Hiccup pretended to be looking for something in his bag. That didn't pass unnoticed by Astrid. After the third time Hiccup mentioned Jack, Astrid became silently aware of their interactions, a cat analyzing its prey to get into its mind. Both of them acted together, as if they had a roll in a play, pretending to not notice each other. In her humble opinion, all of this pretending game and anger was misdirected sexual tension. They only needed to get laid, but Hiccup choked while drinking a cup of water when she first proposed it. For someone so smart, he was dense.

"Don't forget, Hiccup", she said, gaining his attention again. "Tomorrow night, we're going to this party".

"Okay, okay", he responded. "See you at your house at 11 pm, and we go to the party together".


"Wow, this house is sick!", was all Jack said when he first entered the house. Tuffnut and Ruffnut were party legends in the campus, their parties were almost an event. He wouldn't miss it for nothing. The entrance of their house was connected to the living room in the currently in fashion open floor plan. It was the main room in the house. In Jack's mind, this room alone looked like half of his own house. He knew they're rich, but, fuck, it was almost Jeff Bezos level.

The room, much like almost every other room in the house, had a sound system built-in, meaning the music was playing at full volume throughout the house, a mixed version of some pop song. Only some colorful party lights were on, the lamps in the ceiling were off. People were drinking, and the center table was full of bottles and snacks. Jack didn't lose time, serving himself a generous portion of vodka and energy drink.

Catching his phone from the pocket, he opened the chat group.

Group chat: Guardians of Trouble

Hey, y'all coming or not? I'm already here [Jack] 10:11 pm

10:12 pm [Kangaroo] Sorry, mate, I'll be late

10:12 pm [Kangaroo] Have to send an assignment till 12 pm

10:13 pm [Kangaroo] Meet you after

Tooth, you won't let me down, right? T-T [Jack] 10:17 pm

You're not like this mean Kangaroo [Jack] 10:17 pm

10:18 pm [Kangaroo] What a sensitive Frost man…

10:30 pm [Hummingbird] Sorry, Jack, but I'll be late too

10:31 pm [Hummingbird] One of my hummingbirds fell sick and I'm at the vet. Will meet you after, promise!

Okay, then, I will make new friends u.u [Jack] 10:32 pm

Just kidding, wish the little bird gets well soon! [Jack] 10:33 pm

10:41 pm [Hummingbird] Thanks, see you guys later!

Jack locked the screen and put the phone back into his pocket. "Well, then it's just me for now", he said to himself, finishing his first cup. Going to the center table, he served himself more vodka mixed with juice. It was very tasty, nearly masquerading the taste of alcohol.

Soon enough, Jack was dancing to the music with other people. It was another remix of a pop song, but the beat was sick, and Jack was laughing and having a good time. After two more songs and having finished his second cup, he felt slightly light-headed, but nothing he'd worry about. This party was only beginning, and he'd make the most of it.

Leaving the room, he went through a corridor in the kitchen's direction to get a glass of water, when he heard someone shouting from the patio behind the house: "Cannonball!", followed by a splash. Quickly changing directions, he went to the yard, where he found a crowd drinking and dancing. In the center of the yard was a pool, surrounded by people and some guys doing a cannonball competition. Every time someone jumped, the people around the pool would scream "cannonball!" and drink.

Free of logical thinking, Jack took his shirt, sneakers and socks out, and jumped only in his jeans and underwear, shouting "cannonball" with the people around the pool. Water splashed, and Jack felt a shock of temperature from the cold water, but was still laughing, unable to keep a smile from his face. Getting out of the water, he took a towel from the pile beside the border of the pool and dried himself, not noticing the way a guy nearby was looking at him. Jack was beautiful, but with his slim body, Jack looked rather fragile between some of the big dudes in the pool. He had beauty, no doubt, but he was only some people's type. And he fitted perfectly the man's type.

After drying himself, as he was putting on his shoes, a girl came from inside, a whole bottle of tequila in her hands. "Everybody who wants a shot, form a line in front of me with open mouths", she demanded, and people gathered around, at least 15 people in the line. Jack, who took some time with the shoes, was the last in line.

As she was pouring everyone's mouth with the strong liquid, other people around were rhythmically shouting "drink, drink, drink!". Most of the bottle was drank as she came to Jack, and, intending to empty the bottle, she threw the rest in his mouth. In comparison with the others, Jack's dose was larger, and the boy nearly choked with it, tequila running down his face. Coughing and crying a little, his mouth as in fire.

"Okay, Jack", he thought, mentally talking to himself. "Time to get that glass of water". Walking to the kitchen, Jack was dizzy, his brain processing the information with some delay. He almost felt flat on the ground, his head taking some seconds to understand he was falling, but luckily, he held on the wall on time. Like a child, he was laughing at himself at the ridicule of the situation, almost falling on his own. "Okay, now you're definitely drunk", he said, giggling.

Entering the kitchen, he found cold water in the fridge, and drank a whole glass before a velvet voice called behind him.

"Not feeling well?".

Jack turned around, a little too slow, visibly drunk. A tall man talked to him. Pale skin and all in black, the man looked like an over-grown emo. In Jack's opinion, he's too old to dress this gothic.

"I'm okay, thanks", was Jack response, turning again to pour another glass of water to himself. That's when he felt two hands at his sides, grabbing him, and the man leaning over his body.

A red light immediately turned on his mind, and in a blink, Jack corrected his posture and unraveled himself of the man's hands, a cold shiver running through his spine.

"What in the hell you think you're doing?", Jack shouted, hoping people near the kitchen would hear and come inside. Having witnesses nearby was helpful in these situations.

"Oh, nothing", the man responded.

His voice didn't change the tone after Jack's abrupt reaction. He put a nice guy facet on his face, but goosebumps were running under Jack's skin as he was hearing and seeing the other man. Behind the mask, he could sense something twisted. Something scary. He felt that in his belly, and, as his father taught him, the belly never lies.

"Then get lost!", Jack screamed, and left the room, almost running, before the man tried to grab him again by the arm. He didn't waste time to get in the main room, full of people, but he could still sense the man wasn't away. The best he could do for now was to sit down for a minute to think, and then wash his face.

After some minutes on the couch, Jack felt secure again and stood up, leaving to the bathroom on this floor. However, as he was walking, he felt a shadow behind him. Fuck, this creepy was still there. Controlling his fear, Jack kept walking, this time without direction, just passing through rooms with people in them. If the man tried to grab him again, he could scream and that definitely wouldn't pass unnoticed, or he hoped so.

As he was again in the main corridor, he looked around but found no sign of the man. This was the opportunity to find an empty room and hide there until his friends arrived.

Thinking as fast as he inebriated mind was able to, Jack resolved to go upstairs. The corridor gave access to the stairs, which were blocked by a tape saying "Stay behind". This was trespassing, and miraculously no one was ignoring the signal, but Jack really wanted to vanish for some time, at least until the jerk forgot about him or his friends were there.

"I'm sorry, but it is an emergency", he said to the air, passing under the tape and going upstairs, looking for a bathroom.

Now in the first floor, he walked fast through another corridor, passing by some doors, and quickly entered in the first bathroom he found, locking the door.

"Hey, I'm using the bathroom here!".


"Oooooh, looking good, Hamish", greeted Astrid as she entered his car. "Using your least used shirt, how cute. Are you planning to get someone tonight?".

"Oh, fuck you". Hiccup rolled his eyes with a stern look, but internally enjoying the teasing.

"Love you too", was her response. Astrid was grinning, high expectations for the night. "Look what a brought?", she said, showing a bottle to him.

"What's that?".

"Jägermeister", she told. "35% of alcohol, and you're going to help me finished this whole bottle tonight".

Hiccup grinned. He wasn't very excited to come to this party, but Astrid's propose was very interesting. She knew how much he liked this beverage in particular.

"Okay, then, let's go!". And so, he drove them to the twin's house.

Once they arrived, they were welcomed by Ruff and Tuff, who happened to be at the entrance when they arrived. It didn't take long for them to start drinking together, and sooner than Hiccup would like to admit he was feeling altered. He was enjoying the party with his friends, not realizing how much he was actually drinking.

After some time drinking Jägermeister and some beers, he felt the urge to go to a bathroom. He had a small bladder. Unfortunately, all the bathroom downstairs were occupied.

"Man, you're from home, just go upstairs", was Ruff's invitation.

Desperate to piss, he didn't wait a second and went upstairs, enjoying his VIP access.

Going upstairs, he entered in the bathroom at his right, usually used by Tuff. As he was peeing, he heard someone walking in. Looking to his left, he saw a white-haired boy, his back to him. Hiccup's brain took one or two seconds to register what's going on. He's peeing, and suddenly a boy came in. Wait, what was the last part?

"Hey, I'm using the bathroom here!", Hiccup exclaimed.

"Shhhh – said Jack, shushing him – just a sec, just want to make sure this creepy didn't follow me up."

"Well, that's a bathroom, currently being used by me. Like, I'm in the middle of something, really. Can't you hide in any other bathroom?", the boy retorqued.

Hearing his words, Jack, still kneeled, turned around, looking the ambient behind him. White walls covered the bathroom, with a shower to his right and the sink with a mirror to his left. And, in front of him, a Hiccup, his left side facing him, pants' zipper opened and his cock out on his eye level.

Some seconds passed as both boys stayed quiet. Jack was staring at the other boy's cock. It wasn't hard or anything, but his drunken gay ass was rapidly imagining some spicy scenarios with it. "No, Jack, focus! This is Hiccup, the boy you think is an idiot nerd", Jack thought to himself. Yet, he was unable to turn his head around. He felt as all that accumulated angry energy against Hiccup was turning into fuel for his randiness.

Hiccup, on the other hand, took some seconds to comprehend why Jack was staring at him. First, he didn't understand what the boy was gazing at, if there was something in the wall behind him. Then, he traced the direction Jack was looking, and he saw his pants open, with a side view of his groin. Fuck, he didn't realize the zipper was still open.

He moved his hands down to correct this awkward situation, but then he looked at Jack's gaze again. His pupils were wide open, with a lustful spark in them, his mouth slightly ajar. He never liked Jack before, but just now he's noticing how beautiful the other's face was.

Now, Hiccup didn't know what made he do it, he usually was a very reserved person. Maybe it was the alcohol freeing him from his inhibitions, but he turned a little around, just so he would be in front of Jack, giving him a full view of his groin. He waited a second, analyzing Jack's reaction, and was welcomed by the look in the other man's face. If even possible, his pupils were more enlarged, and his mouth opened a gap. He licked his upper lip, and then bitted his under lip.

Hiccup wasn't entirely sure about what he's going to do next, but he was feeling a rush of adrenaline running through his veins, his heart speeding, and he simply let his instinct take over his actions.

Hands at waist height, he opened more his zipper and pulled his pants down a little, enough to allow the other to see everything. His right hand slipped to his cock, and he stroked it once. Gaze locked in Jack's expression, Hiccup began a series of light movements, slowly stroking his cock up and down. With the movements and very aware of being stared, his cock was awakened, enlarging with the touch.

While one hand was stroking his cock, the other one was exploring his body. His left hand first cupped his balls, lightly squeezing them, then massaged them. After that, he let his hand travel, massaging his inner thigh before going up to rest on his stomach, under the shirt.

Gosh, it felt so sinful to expose himself like that, so dirty yet it so amazing and freeing, showing himself in front of someone who clearly was enjoying the show. The rush of adrenaline was still there, mixed with lust and pleasure, poisoning his senses. His dick was pulsing with the idea of being viewed and admired like that, and he felt the urge to show more. Releasing his dick, Hiccup took his shirt out, showing Jack his freckled torso, now leaving only part of the legs still covered, the rest of his body naked.

On Jack's part, he was shamelessly watching the private show Hiccup was giving to him. Hiccup's groin was all he wanted to see, his cock pulsing in his hand, crowned with trimmed red hairs in its base. Not too long but fairly large, his cock was mesmerizing, with a slight upward curve near the head and a pumping vein. With a gun like that, Jack also would show it when he had a chance.

Fuck, Jack wanted to touch it too.

Leaving his gaze from Hiccup's cock to his eyes, Jack made a motion to the other boy's direction, looking for any sign of deny. Hiccup, however, only stroked himself again, an inebriated crocked smile on his face inviting Jack. It was all he needed.

Coming closer, Jack's breathing was an inch of the gland. It was red and looked delicious to put in his mouth.

Looking into Hiccups eyes, which were completely focused in Jack's mouth, Jack licked the other's dick, making Hiccup pant. Drunk and horny, Jack didn't waste time playing games, and swallowed his dick into his mouth.

A loud moan escaped Hiccup's mouth without the boy realizing, but much to Jack's delight. The latter didn't wait to suck the other off. Never breaking eye contact with Hiccup's face, Jack gave him head, mouth coming up and down his cock, his tongue pressuring under the gland, where the point of most pleasure was. He wanted to see every single expression of pleasure in Hiccup's semblant, hear every moan escaping his lips.

Jack soaked his cock in saliva, making everything hot and wet. The scent of Hiccup's sex was inebriating, dominating the ambient. Jack's senses were obscured by pheromones. His mouth worked up and down, every time trying to reach farther. Dammit, when was the last time he was intimate like this with someone? It felt utterly good to feel a dick inside his mouth, it woke something primitive inside him.

Hiccup, on the other hand, was a ball of moans and groans. Eyes now closed, he was feeling Jack take him into his mouth, too concentrated on the sensation. It was something else, the other boy definitely had some experience before. Hiccup's body felt incredibly hot, and he let his hands travel around, his right-hand landing on Jack's head and his left hand up to his own nipple. Nipping it a little, his nipple was sensitive and rapidly numbed from friction. The other hand was petting Jack's hair, feeling the soft texture and giving Jack more incentive.

Still torpid by alcohol, Hiccup didn't realize how loud he was. Normally, he'd let some soft sounds escape, but now something raw was emerging inside him. He wanted to take part of the action too.

Opening his eyes, Hiccup met Jack's gaze. Fuck, that look. The ceiling lamp's light reflecting in his eyes, Jack's iris looked like a frozen lake in the middle of winter. He never saw a blue like this before. His eyes and his painted white hair were giving the boy a fae look, almost innocent. Almost. His ingenuous, fairy appearance was still accompanied by his mouth leading Hiccup's cock inside. The contrast was nearly a transgression, no one should simultaneously look so naïve and sinful like that.

With this view and all the sensations on his undersides, Hiccup felt a pressure building up. Still looking into Jack's eyes, he adjusted his posture and gently pushed Jack's head a little, so the boy would stop bobbing it. Without breaking eye contact, his cock still inside the other's mouth, Hiccup initiated trusting. He first did just one movement in and out, giving Jack time to understand his intention. Not receiving any sign to stop, Hiccup kept jerking his hips, feeling how Jack's hot cavity was engulfing him.

On Jack part, Hiccup taking control was all he wanted. Jack was a very independent person, and hated people taking control or advantage over him in his daily life. In sex, however, he found out that being used or commanded (with his consent, always) was a major kink. Hiccup's phallus was invading his mouth with increasing speed, and he tasted the unmistakable taste of pre-cum in his paladar.

"Jack", Hiccup panted, "I'm coming really close". He kept moving his hips. "Can I keep going?".

Jack's response was to squeeze his hands on Hiccup's bare ass, pulling him even deeper.

Hiccup kept moving, feeling his climax approaching. "Oh, fuuuck". With a long moan and a guttural sound, Hiccup came, pressing his dick deep in Jack's mouth, cum filling Jack's oral cavity and throat.

Even though Hiccup stopped moving, Jack kept sucking him, swallowing the strong liquid until nothing more came out.

Releasing his cock, Jack looked down to his pants, seeing a dark circle of his own pre-cum stained there. His own dick was contact-deprived and in need of attention too.

Standing up, Jack and Hiccup were face-to-face, both looking into each other's eye with lust and desire. Not saying anything, they closed their eyes and kissed. Mouths ajar, tongues dancing together, Hiccup's vicious taste was present in Jack's mouth. Hiccup found a major turn on tasting himself in the other's tongue and lips. They waltzed together, tongues in synchrony, adrenaline and passion running through their bodies. It was only a kiss, however felt like much more.

Pausing for a moment, kiss broken, they looked each other again.

Who is this person I never met?

Jack's senses were taken by Hiccup's aroma, taste, touch, presence… he desired more. He needed Hiccup inside him, right now.

Well, this would take a while, Hiccup would need some time to get hard again. But looking down, his cock was still up, giving no sign of defeat.

"Hey, my eyes are up here", Hiccup said, a smirk on his face, remnants of alcohol still present in the way he spoke. "Seeing something that you like?".

"More like something I want to play with" was Jack's response, eyes shining. "Wow, boy, how are you still rock hard?".

"That's my secret captain… I am always hard" Hiccup said, a serious tone in his voice, but with a playful look in his face.

"Did- did you just… quote… Huck in Avengers, referring to your ding-dong?" was Jack's response in disbelief, laughing while processing the terrible joke. Gods, he'd just suck him off and he already did a bad joke like that. It was a mood killer, no doubt, but Jack found it funnier than he should. Also, it didn't alleviate the situation in his underwear in the slightest. Having Hiccup's bare body in front of him, it'd take more and a silly joke to undo his own boner.

He closed the distance between them again, kissing Hiccup with a smile in his face. The kiss was less sexual, but didn't lose any of its intensity. It was sounder, not a stranger's kiss anymore. Jack felt a connection, and Hiccup's lips were comfortable and already familiar to him.

Initiated as a gentle touch, it rather quickly became more intense and arousing. At this point, the pressure in Jack's pants was near painful, his dick throbbing into his underwear in immediate need to physical contact. Gluing their bodies together, Jack pressured himself against Hiccup, Hiccup's right leg between Jack's legs, pressing his groin.

Hiccup wrapped his arms around Jack's waist, keeping him close, and pressed his leg against the other's undersides. The touch made Jack moan in Hiccup's mouth, and Hiccup didn't waste time to do it again. Soon it wasn't enough, and Hiccup moved his right hand down, grabbing Jack's dick over his pants, rubbing it while his left arm still embraced his body.

Jack felt like a sin in his arms. They were about the same heigh, but Jack fitted inside his arms just right. Hiccup stopped kissing and attacked Jack's exposed neck. Giving only a small kiss before, he bit his neck with care, only enough to leave a little mark, and then left a dark, purple hickey there. The other's response was a loud, long moan right next to his ear. Fuck, that sound alone jolted all Hiccup's blood back to his dick, already up. What could he say, he was a stamina type, and Jack's groans were like a siren's call, inviting Hiccup's thoughts to some very sexy fantasies.

Inhaling next his neck, Hiccup found Jack's scent to be his favorite perfume. How didn't he notice Jack in that way before? Jack felt more than just ordinary, he as something else, supernatural. Was he a sprite or a fae? Maybe an incubus, given the way he moved his hips against Hiccup's hand, intensifying the carving touch.

"Jack", Hiccup called. "Do you want to go to another room?".

"Fuck, yeah".

Hiccup didn't lose time. They broke their kisses and touches and Hiccup straightened his pants, much for Jack's disappointment. Taking his shirt with him, Hiccup unlocked the door and they left the bathroom. Taking the lead, Hiccup guided Jack to Tuffnut's bedroom, pulling him with hands clasped together. He'd have to apologize to his friend after all that. But now, all that mattered was Jack.

Stumbling in their way inside the bedroom, beers, tequila and vodka still very effective in their organisms, the boys entered, this time remembering to lock the door behind them. They'd have the room for themselves, both expecting to destroy the already messy bed.

Kissing again, they made their path to bed taking off all pieces of clothes in the way of their touches. Hiccup completely naked and Jack only in his undies with a bulge that didn't go unnoticed, they fell in the bed. Jack under him, Hiccup took control of the situation, his hands traveling up and down Jack's arms, chest and stomach while they kissed, Hiccup's penis rubbing against Jack's bulge.

With Jack laid down between his legs, Hiccup sat down on his own legs, Jack's waist at the same height as his.

Jack's blue underpants were a mess. Marking a quite visible cock inside it, the undies had some dark marks of pre-cum, proves of Jack's suffering. Poor Jack, that was so unfair, Hiccup wouldn't let him suffer anymore.

He rubbed Jack's dick over his undies, his arousal over the moon.

Pulling Jack's underwear off, Jack's dick slapped against his own belly. It was less than an inch longer than Hiccup's and straight as a sword. Hard like that, his dick looked like a silver spear, not a single strand crowning its basis, the gland exposed.

Holding both cocks together with his hands, Hiccup stroked them. Both hot and sweaty, the friction was source of Jack's lout moans and Hiccup's gasps. It was beyond good, and he kept the slow motions for some minutes, before laying down over Jack. Hands stroking Jacks nape while Jack nailed his back, they kissed passionately.

"Jack", Hiccup asked, "top or bottom?".

Jack embraced Hiccup's waist with his legs. "Bottom".

Hiccup gave him a peck and stretched his left arm to the bedside table. Opening the drawers one by one, Hiccup found in the third one what he wanted, lube and condoms, and even some sex toys. Taking the lube and a condom, he untangled Jack's legs from him and lift them up, giving him full access to Jack's rose entry.

Before doing anything, however, Hiccup felt a pang of pain apparently in his left foot. Ghost pain.

"Ah, fuck", he said before sitting straight in the bed, stretching his left leg.

"Hey, Hiccup, are you okay?", Jack asked, eyebrows together and beaded forehead, a concerned look in his face. He was laid down with closed eyes, not looking at Hiccup when he cursed and released his legs. Looking at him now, he was massaging his left leg, with a sterned look staring at it. "Are you having a cramp?".

"No, that's not it", was his response, still concentrated on his member, now with his mind clearer and focused, "it's just a ghost pain from my stump".

Jack blinked a couple of times, processing his words. Yes, there it was, a black prothesis with a red stripe and the drawing of a dragon's skull, connected to his leg. He was so used to see Hiccup walking around campus that he truly forgot about it. Sure, watching carefully one would notice his center of balance was different, but after a while Jack got used to it and… kinda stopped thinking about it.

"I'll take it off, okay?", he asked, a rhetorical tone in his voice, but still wanted for Jack to react.

"Yeah, sure", was his obvious answer.

Hiccup took it off, as well as the internal protection, placing both of them on the ground, by the bed. He only lost a minor part of his leg, and his knee worked perfectly. There were some scars near the stump, but nothing more than that.

Jack came closer to him and embraced him from his back, hands together at his chest, scratching him with care. He filled Hiccup's neck curvature with pecks and small kisses. In that moment, his focus changed to make the other feel better and secure. After some minutes in this position, Hiccup seemed to relax, and finally released his leg.

"Are you okay?", Jack asked again.

"Yeah, it faded away", Hiccup answered, adding "happens sometimes". He let out a sigh in relief.

"Do you want to lie down and rest?"

"Hell, no", Hiccup responded, turning around to kiss Jack again. "If anything, I want to get to our last position. As far as I remember, I was going to prep you", he said, hands caressing the laterals of Jack's abdomen.

The unexpected answer took Jack by surprise, but a bright white smile promptly made itself present with a laugh. What a dork. "Then let's have some fun", he said with a sensual intonation at the last word.

They kissed again. This time, Jack was sitting on Hiccups straightened legs, his own legs around Hiccup's waist, their members touching and growing very quickly once more. Again, Jack lay down and lift his legs, grabbing them with his hands. Hiccup positioned himself, his face in front of his butt. Jack's butt was beautiful, much like the rest of his body. It was small, but had a perfect format. He'd an immaculate, flawless, smooth skin. For fucks sake, Hiccup'd love to maculate it.

Closing the distance, he licked the other's entrance, causing a goosebump through Jack's spine from his ass to his head, ending in his mouth in the form of a soft moan. Hiccup licked him slowly, taking his time, as if enjoying a delicious ice cream. He licked and drooled all over, making Jack's soft entry hot and wet.

Jack's mind was in paradise. The first time he thought about it, it sounded a little disgusting, and he himself had some prejudgment, even knowing that everything down there was cleaned before the act. But after trying it out once, it immediately became one of his favorite foreplay positions. Thanking all the gods, Jack was grateful he came prepared for this party.

Hiccup's tongue knew exactly what to do, moving in and out, up and down. Jack was wet and sticky, both his dick from pre-cum and his ass from saliva. His soft moans became shamelessly loud, and he felt his throat a little husky from all the sounds he's emitting. In his opinion, Hiccup could keep with it all night.

Hiccup felt the same, as he was completely enchanted with Jack's reactions. Jack was making a mess in the bed, grabbing the sheets, moaning loudly, his body getting sweaty. He's squirming under Hiccup's hunger touches, and his neck, ears and chest were as red as a ripe tomato. He felt his own cheeks red from tasting Jack and the soft friction against Jack's bullocks.

Hiccup pulled away, a string of saliva from his red tongue to Jack's hole. Jack felt the lack of touch and a chill air passing by his butt, and released a needy, whining noise.

Hiccup took the lube and poured some in his fingers. Spreading it through his fingers, he massaged Jack's entrance with circular movements. Then he pushed his middle finger slowly in and massage Jack's insides, movements relaxing his muscles and enlarging his opening. After some skilled movements, a second finger was inserted, much for Jack delight. Hiccup could feel Jack's prostate with his fingertips, an organ the size of a walnut, swollen in libido.

He was very compenetrated in his own movements inside Jack, then noticed Jack grabbing his own dick, jerking off while Hiccup fingered him. Jack was in a sea of pleasure, stroking his own dick while moving his hips in Hiccup's fingers at the same time. Hiccup introduced a third finger and moved the three of them in and out, pressuring Jack's prostate every time. It wasn't even Hiccup's dick and Jack could come already if he wanted.

Feeling that Jack was ready, Hiccup pulled his fingers out and stroke himself a little bit before covering his own dick with the condom. He poured more lube in his hand, this time spreading it along all of it. He rubbed his dick between Jack's buttocks, the head pressing against the other's entrance.

"Jack, I'm entering, okay?", Hiccup said, positioning his cock in Jack's opening.

"Oh, yes please", Jack moaned.

Forcing a little, his head came inside easily, but Hiccup waited some seconds before moving, giving Jack time to get used. Not seeing any sign of discomfort in Jack's semblant and not being given any gesture to stop, Hiccup pulled a little out and then inside again, going a little further.

Jack was really grateful for how kind and verbal Hiccup was. He's patient, and Jack felt more and more pleasure as the other invaded him, filling him, until Hiccup was full inside.

"Oh, fuck, Jack, you're tight", gasped Hiccup. "I'm moving, okay".

After some seconds of waiting, Hiccup began a lazy move in and out, inebriated with the sensation of Jack squeezing him from inside. Soon his movements became more and more agile, and he was trusting passionately inside his lover. Hiccup was groaning while banging Jack, his hands supported in the bed, by Jack's sides. Fuck, every trust was more pleasant than the one before. Jack was his new vice.

Jack couldn't stop himself of being loud, "Oh, Hiiiiicc… fuck, yeah, harder". The sensation of being filled like that was intoxicating.

At this point none of them was thinking anymore. If it wasn't for the loud music and the drunken people laughing and screaming, the whole house would have heard them screwing. Panting and moaning, their bodies were covered in sweat, Hiccup rhythmic moving in and out, going all the way out before burying himself deep inside Jack. It was a little overwhelming at this point for Jack, but he's too drunk to feel anything else than ecstasy, feeling his own prostate nearly jumping at every trust.

"Hiccup, don't stop, keep going".

Jack's husky-from-all-the-screaming voice was an incentive, commanding Hiccup to move faster. "Fuck, Jack, you feel so good", was Hiccup's answer, "you're so hot". He leaned down to kiss Jack harshly.

While one hand was scratching Hiccup's back, surely leaving a lot of marks, Jack's other hand was franticly stroking his own cock, his climax coming closer.

"Hiccup, I'm coming", Jack said, almost a whimper.

Hiccup kept trusting, this time even harder. Jack let out a scream, cuming over his own stomach. His cock pulsed in his hands, releasing jets of white liquid over his chest, and a particularly precise jet hit his face.

In his climax, Jack tightened around Hiccup, intensifying the attrition. He wasn't going to last at this pace. After some seconds of Jack's intense orgasm, Hiccup felt the pressure building up in his member, surpassing the point of turning back. Moving his hips, he emitted a loud moan, burying himself inside Jack while coming too. That was intense.

Exhausted, he carefully pulled his dick out and laid down over Jack, kissing him passionately. Jack cum was spreading down his own face, maculating his left cheek, nose and upper lip, and Hiccup waited no time to lick it between kisses. Their kisses were profound, and none of them wanted to break contact.

Stopping just for a moment, Hiccup took the condom out and carefully tied a knot, leaving it at the side table. He lied down again with Jack and they hugged, both squeezing each other, eyes closed, no words needed. A heavy smell of sex and pheromones intoxicated the room, combined with a sutil odor of alcohol. They only wanted to sense their presence together.

Hiccup loved feeling the heat emanating from their bodies. It made him feel cozy, Jack around his arms, Jack's wet body glued to his chest, warming Hiccup's heart. Jack felt the same way.

Voice soft, again as a melody, Jack whispered, "Hiccup, I'm sorry I was an asshole to you before". Opening his eyes, an iced ocean meeting a vast forest. "I'm glad we presented ourself properly this time".

Hiccup smiled, filling his lungs with Jack's scent before answering, "and so am I".

In this position, the boys felt asleep, their exhausted bodies in need of some rest.


Light was coming from the window next to him, illuminating directly his eyes, and Hiccup groaned while turning around in the bed. Fuck, his head was hurting. Last night must have been good, he guessed, still in the realm of Sandman. Oh, he needed water and some good old Viking hang-over techniques.

As he was almost falling asleep again, he heard a subtle sound, something like a cat's purr. That was just Toothless, he though, until the sound invaded his ears again. No, wait, it was something else. Was that… snoring?

Hiccup unhurriedly opened his eyes, very light sensitive from all the last night drinks. When his view adjusted to all the light, he saw someone's back in front of him, whole body covered, only the head out.

"Who's that?", Hiccup thought. "Someone with white hair. Oh, please, for all the gods above and below, is this an elderly in my bed? Oh, please, no. My therapist is going to have a lot of work for the next years, guaranteed. Wait, now… focus. Someone with platinum hair, maybe. Yeah, that makes more sense. Who I know that discolor their hair?"

After some seconds compenetrated, a name came in mind. Elsa!

Suddenly awake, Hiccup scratched the sleep from his eyes, looking attentively to the figure next to him.

"One of the cutest girls on campus", was Hiccup's intern dialogue, "sleeping in my bed!"

"Oh, yes!", he exclaimed out loud, punching the air in excitement.

Because of his movements and voice, the person next to him grumbled a little, waking from their sleep.

"Oh, gods, she's waking up", Hiccup thought. Seeing the other one moving was making him anxious. He was never good with small talk, especially bed talk. "What do I do? What do I say?". His brain was sounding an alarm, and the headache was not helping. "What if she freaks out?". He heard the other one yawning, making him nervous and self-conscious. "Even her yawn is cute. Damn, I must look terrible right now, she'll definitely freak out".

And, flipping to the other side, Jack's face appeared in front of Hiccup.

"Oh, man", said Jack softly, his eyes closed and face buried in the pillow, looking like a sleepy baby, "that felt like a fun night". One of his hands went to his ass, massaging there.

Hiccup was openmouthed in a complete, utter shock. He stayed quiet, like the calm before the storm, still processing the information, before shouting in disbelief "WHAT?!".

Jack's eyes promptly opened, looking shocked.

The boys stared at each other, completely lost in what-in-the-hell was going on. No one said a word. In their own, personal pace, each one began to remember what happened last night, digesting the information. Hiccup's mouth stayed gasped, while the boy became redder and redder, a perfect cosplay of Elmo. This wasn't his bed. It was Tuffnut's bed, and he spend the night in it. With Jack.

Jack was no better, his cheeks red like they're frostbitten. Very conscious of the fact they both were naked under the covers, he pushed it to his chest, protecting himself. "Oh, no, no, no, no, no", Jack thought, "not Hiccup. This isn't happening. That's it, I forbid myself to believe in any of these memori- I mean, nonsense, nothing happened".

However, with every passing second, both were remembering quite vividly what happened and how it happened. Thinking about it, Jack instinctively looked at Hiccup's dick covered by the covers, not realizing he was staring. It made Hiccup even more embarrassed, and he readily was chasing his underwear on the ground, stretching his arm to reach it, not letting his body get more exposed.

Jack did the same. He took a sheet and tied around his waist, then walked around the room, collecting his lost pieces of clothing, avoiding looking at Hiccup.

They sit in the bed, putting the clothes on. It was the most awkward silence ever.

"So… nothing happened", Hiccup broke the silence, to what Jack quickly agreed. "Nothing against what happened, though", he added, not willing to hurt the other's feelings. Screw the people who are insensitive in the next morning, he was not one of them.

"Nope, agreed", Jack added, and before thinking "it was great". Ow, he already regrated opening his mouth. He just had sex with Hiccup. Looking up at Hiccup's chest before he covered it with his shirt, he saw all the freckles there, making constellations of their own. Constellations covering even his groin. "You have freckles in places I never wanted to see".

Oh, this only made Hiccup think about the moment Jack was sucking him off in the bathroom. As little as remembering Jack's face while doing so was enough for some blood to flow south against his will. No, absolutely unacceptable.

"I don't think I can look at you for a while", was Hiccup's answer, the red tone in his cheeks varying from Elmo to Red Skull.

"Understood", said Jack with a head motion, still in denial.

As both of them were dressed on, they got up. They looked at each other, not knowing what to do now.

"So… not see you at class tomorrow?", Jack said, trying to smile and bright the dense atmosphere.

"Yeah", was Hiccup's vague reply, and so he awkwardly waved at Jack before leaving the bedroom.

Jack waited a little, giving Hiccup time to leave. He looked around, alone in the room. "Well,", he said to himself, listened only by walls, "tomorrow's going to be weird".