This story is starting to creep toward more exciting - at least for us writing it - parts! ARE YOU GUYS READY?
However, this chapter is basically an indulgent thing for both my co-writers, because they are both wonderful and deserve all the Hicretstrid they want.
-HTTYD-
If he was honest, Hiccup was amazed Astrid had held out so long. Then again, it was clear she had a serious issue with the idea of anything happening when they were in the family home, parents nearby. Aside from the stolen kisses Hiccup tasted on Eret's mouth one day, nothing even remotely inappropriate had occurred between them and their sister.
Well, Hiccup supposed that depended on ones definition of 'appropriate'. There had been more physical, playful interactions than before; it seemed the twins couldn't completely help from touching Astrid, not when she was surprisingly willing to let them. And Eret liked to remind him of that at night, bringing up how they could still have Astrid breathless and shaking - with laughter from tickling rather than rough sex, but he wouldn't deny it was an appealing sight.
And Astrid had been spending more time in her room lately... Hiccup tried not to let that thought linger, otherwise he'd have to explain an erection to his parents and nobody liked packing that much. Though he'd make an exception for the sight of Astrid right now - he certainly enjoyed the view of her sweating and lifting things... Hiccup thought he might have a bit of a strength fetish, given that he liked watching Eret work out too. Majority of their things already loaded up, they were leaving the next day. Hiccup fully expected Astrid would make up for lost time then.
He was looking forward to it.
"Oh hey dad, where you guys going?"
"Me and Val are off to pick up dinner, since its your last night here and all."
Hiccup waved his parents off, leaning over the boot of the car to check boxes were all stacked best for space usage. If Eret lost patience, he stopped caring and that was a waste of perfectly good space. Their parents car pulled away, sound fading in the distance only to be replaced by the sound of impact as someone slapped his ass. He recognised Astrid's hand, smaller than Eret's. Hiccup turned, found Astrid still sweaty and flushed with exertion and incredibly close to him.
"H-hey Astrid!"
Gods, she was so damn hot. Hiccup tried not to notice, but it wasn't easy. She was leant so close, he felt a little dizzy, overcome with the ludicrous urge to lick the bead of sweat rolling down her neck.
"Hey. I need a shower."
Neighbours couldn't see them from the angle of their garage, but Hiccup was still pretty sure it wasn't allowed for Astrid to have such an obscene smile on her face.
"O-oh?"
"Yeah. Eret agreed to play lookout."
He wasn't sure what the sudden change of heart had been inspired by - their parents being gone maybe? - but Hiccup felt his breath catch as Astrid's fingers slid over the inside of his thigh, only the thin material of his casual cotton shorts between her touch and his swelling cock. If she hadn't mentioned the shower, Hiccup would have thought she actually meant to just jump him there and then.
"He did?"
His brain felt a little hazy, Astrid's hand having wandered up his bare torso to toy with his nipple now his shorts were tented by him at full mast.
"Mhmm. So... coming?"
If she didn't stop pinching his ridiculously sensitive nipples, Hiccup might not have made it to the bathroom without coming. He thought he might be more sensitive there than Astrid.
"What did it cost you to get Eret to be the one keeping watch?"
His brain was still soup, but Hiccup had to ask before Astrid took her clothes off and he lost the ability to focus completely.
"Oh. He wants me to peg him. I think he has a thing for being dominated."
When they'd had that conversation, Hiccup had no idea. But he could see it - when Hiccup topped, Eret liked to be fucked hard more often than not, unless the mood specifically wanted for slow and tactile. The thought of Astrid towering over Eret's bent form, biting her lip as she held his hips... his cock twitched, leaking against his shorts.
"R-right."
Turning the water on filled the bathroom with steam rather quick, and opening the window was out of the question - Astrid wasn't quiet, after all. Her hands settled on his arms, both of them damp with sweat before they even got under the spray. She gripped his biceps, then pressed her nails to his skin and dragged them down over his inner elbow, down his forearm with perfect pressure that threatened to make his knees give out. Stepping over the side of the bathtub, Astrid pinched his nipple again. With a growl Hiccup surged forward, backing Astrid up until they were kissing and groping as hot water peppered them.
Hiccup wanted to ask what changed her mind, but he feared breaking the moment as she scraped her nails over his arm again, having seen what it did to him once and now Hiccup had a new 'thing' he didn't know about before. Her teeth sank into his nipple, the jolt of painful pleasure almost ending him then and there.
"F-fuck!"
Astrid winked, already set on getting down on the bottom of the bathtub, bracing her hands on the rim and twisting to look at him with sultry eyes, inviting him to join her. Hiccup got down on his knees, taking the brunt of the water on his back and letting his fingers trail over Astrid's spine, enjoying her shiver. They didn't have much guaranteed time, but he spared a moment to appreciate a sight he'd missed for weeks now. Imagination didn't do Astrid justice... and neither did the pictures on Eret's phone, though they were hot all the same.
He stroked her clit, testing how wet she was - shower sex usually needed additional lube, since water washed away natural, but he found Astrid slick and ready, saw her bite her lip as she rocked back on his finger, letting out those lovely little noises that he'd missed hearing all the weeks before since they left university for break. Astrid urged him on until he was pressing into her, moaning in unison after missing each other so long.
Hiccup took most of the water, but some reached Astrid and glittered along her spine, highlighting the arching and rolling of her body as they moved together. He'd missed this, missed her, missed their lazy days together and the way Astrid was when it was just the three of them. Astrid shuddered and moaned beneath him, both probably aware in some way that they could slip and fall to the bottom in an ungainly heap, but that didn't seem to matter much when she clenched and gripped him in that exquisite heat.
Astrid reached back for one of his hands, dragging it to her chest and Hiccup got the message, groping roughly at her chest the way he knew she liked. It had the desired effect, Astrid shaking and pushing back on him, cursing as she teetered. Close already, it seemed the lack of sex all summer had Astrid ready to explode, He slid his hand down, pressing fingers firmly between trembling thigh muscles until Astrid spasmed and shouted, back arching so much it looked painful. Panting as smaller tremors rolled through her, Astrid turned and nudged him back, rolling onto her back and looking up at Hiccup with a lethal look in her eyes. Brain frozen by her, Hiccup took a minute to catch on.
"W-what?"
"Gotta get dirty to get clean."
She ran her fingers down his front, eventually dragging them along his cock. Hiccup lifted his hand, her arousal his lubricant, her flushed cheeks and pouting lips his fuel as he stroked himself. Astrid watched every move, filthy whispers encouraging him to make a real mess of her. Even now her effect on him was potent, had Hiccup dizzy with need. He twisted his hand the way he did when alone, rubbing his thumb over his glans and pumping his hips into his fist until that pulsing spread, cock swelling in his grip before he spilled over Astrid's belly, a few splashes landing higher up at her chest. He groaned, squeezing the last tingling drops out before his body went lax, barely staying on his knees as he fought to catch his breath.
"How come you... you know?"
Hiccup's brain decided to lack a filter, gesturing between them vaguely and regretting it immediately when Astrid's smile turned into a frown. Still, her finger trailed through the puddle on her stomach, drawing a finger up to her mouth just to see Hiccup stare at her in rapture.
"Because missing this sucked, and there hadn't been a lot of other chances to do anything when they weren't home."
So it was their parents being around. Hiccup could respect that.
Not that he was complaining now.
They cleaned up quickly, washing sweat and sex off themselves and holding each other, giggling at their weak knees and basking in those lovely happy hormones, Astrid kissing him so hard he felt as though she was making up for lost time. They were dry, dressed and decent by the time their parents returned with deer meat and some root vegetables, which could only mean their dads favourite recipe for stew that night. Hiccup almost drooled at the thought.
"Would you go get your sister for dinner lad?"
"Sure dad."
Their mother had been dispensed to poke Eret, who had fallen asleep on the sofa. He could sleep anywhere. Hiccup headed up the stairs, saw Astrid's door open, heard her voice. He stuck his head through the gap and saw her on her phone.
"Hey, come get dinner!"
"In a sec... no Heather, thats my brother."
Hiccup retreated, but not before he heard something that sounded like "he sounds nothing like Hiccup, don't say such things! That's my brother, ew". He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at how aghast Astrid sounded. He meandered down the stairs, wondering when photos on the wall of the staircase and the way the house always smelled like cinnamon had stopped feeling so... right.
It didn't feel like they were waiting to go back to university anymore.
It felt like they were waiting to go home.
Astrid slid under the covers of her bed, yawning. It was good to be back... even if she wasn't in the bed she wanted to be in. But the facts of last year were still true; they couldn't get stupid and careless and noticed. By now everyone ought to have forgotten the little... quirk of the twins slowing down on hook ups and possible girlfriends and all of that. If they were smart about it... maybe nobody would notice.
Or maybe they should stop.
Aaaaand she was wide awake again. Astrid groaned, rolling over and burying her face in her pillow. The thought kept niggling. They couldn't keep it up forever. Eventually, they were going to have to seperate and have normal relationships, with people who didn't have the same surname on their birth certificate. With people they could hold hands in the street with and introduce to their parents as partners.
People they could fall in love with.
Astrid fell asleep eventually, but it was fitful and did not leave her feeling well rested in the slightest. At least when Heather turned up, she made coffee, laughing at how Astrid grizzled in her direction until caffeine was administered.
"So..."
Oh gods, Astrid was not awake enough to be interrogated.
"Please don't. It's too early."
"Hey, I was only gonna ask if you were going to the freshers party tonight?"
"Oh. Probably."
She knew she would. Because Astrid was a masochist and liked to watch Eret and Hiccup pick other people up - she wasn't jealous they were doing it still, it just reminded her that to everyone else, Astrid was a notch on their bedposts, one in a long line. It was an image they would have to maintain forever to anybody they knew at university, even afterwards. And it also reminded her of the future she didn't want to think about, where nights in their bed would stop for good.
Astrid managed to avoid the conversation by insisting - it was a lie - she needed to go out and get food, and the food hall meant meeting people and seeing those from last year, a sufficient distraction so Heather couldn't get to the 'secret boyfriend' thing yet again. She caught sight of Hiccup and Eret, her stomach fluttering and brain reminding her that tonight they'd be taking someone else back with them. Still, Astrid had already helped break in the bed at their place. And the sofa. And the kitchen table...
She fought a shiver at the memory, warmth in her belly reminding her she'd quite like a repeat performance. But then she always did. They were so damn good together, it was impossible not to want more really. She'd want more if she had such fantastic sex with anyone. It wasn't that it was them.
"Honestly, this living with parents between uni sucked. I swear they still think I'm like, twelve. My boyfriend wasn't allowed to stay over!"
Heather snorted next to her, throwing a glare over the hall at the back of Dagur.
"Couldn't you go to his place?"
"Yeah, but I like my own bed damnit."
Astrid stayed quiet; she couldn't really relate. She liked Hiccups bed. Preferably with Eret also in it. Eret liked Hiccups bed best too. They didn't have a strict 'rule' about it, but it seemed most people ended up in Eret's room and the siblings got Hiccups... Astrid didn't think too hard about it.
Heather came over to get ready, and tsked at Astrid's choice of outfit - jeans and a t-shirt. Astrid wasn't looking to pull, but Heather insisted on her wearing a skirt anyway. She agreed to shut her up, worrying that if she protested too much Heather would ask why Astrid was so against anything happening that night, and the whole 'secret boyfriend' thing would come up again. The night was supposed to be about having fun. Astrid almost forgot herself, hand on the hem of her lounging top about to pull it up when she realised Heather would see her tattoo if she did.
Thankfully, the other woman didn't comment on Astrid changing in the bathroom.
"Ready to go?"
Heather nodded.
"Yeah! Promise if I get smashed to not let me make a terrible choice in men?"
"I'll try."
Astrid didn't plan on getting too drunk herself, so she could always drag Heather back if she was off her face. Gods only knew Heather had gotten her home in one piece a few times when Astrid was wasted. They headed out, soon joining the steady trickle of others out to party.
Music met them first, followed by the sounds of chatter, laughter and joyful reunions. Heather slipped away from her side, but clearly she aimed for the table of alcoholic beverages. Astrid snagged a can of coke, then continued on her perusal, finding who she was looking for fairly quickly. It didn't take much; they held plenty of attention, with their stellar reputation and genuine friendliness, few failed to find the twins approachable.
Including Astrid, eventually. She reasoned that they could talk to each other, right? If Hiccup and Eret refused to even converse with anyone they'd fucked, they would have far fewer Astrid grabbed alcohol, checked Heather was still upright and headed in the vague direction of her brothers. Only Eret was visible, and he managed to move on to talking to her without offended anyone he was currently talking to.
"Hey stranger! Long time no see!"
Astrid barely refrained from rolling her eyes, enjoying the warmth of his skin - Eret almost never wore sleeves, and his arms were permanently warm - as he hugged her. His fingers lingered at her hip, brushing over the hidden inking beneath.
"Where's Hiccup?"
"Bathroom, I think."
With the loud music and the energy of people reconnecting after months apart, they didn't really draw much attention even when Eret leant down, murmuring against her ear that he liked her skirt. Astrid bit her lip, hating and loving in equal measure how easily he affected her as she tingled. And he damn well knew it, that smug grin on his face that made Astrid simultaneously want to climb him like a tree and hit him. On the other hand, Astrid knew how much he liked it when she bit her lip and peered up at him through her lashes, saw his throat bobbing as he swallowed thickly.
It was monumentally stupid, insanely risky, and Astrid could not have cared less when Eret followed her into the empty back room, mouth against hers as hot hands slid over her bare thighs. Not that she would, but Astrid mentally thanked Heather for insisting on the skirt. Lips dragged down her throat, mouthing at sensitive spots until Astrid was panting, gripping his wrists and trying to encourage his hands to more interesting places. She moaned into his mouth when Eret touched her properly, already embarrassingly wet for him.
Fingers clumsy with arousal were practiced in tugging clothes away just enough, Astrid dizzy as he lifted her up against the wall, one hand gripping his shoulder as the other scraped against the wall, looking for more to hold on to and finding nothing. Ragged breaths passed in the small space between their faces, her legs flexing and squeezing at his hips. There probably wasn't time to take it slow, but they were both too high on the thrill of public, of risking getting caught to really think logically.
They could still hear the party music through the closed door, but both turned toward the door when they heard footsteps outside, neither keen to be interrupted. Eret couldn't keep still, small thrusts rocking into her. The door creaked open inch by inch, but the only face that was really welcome appeared there. Hiccup took in what he saw, eyes a little glazed as he slipped through and closed the door behind him.
"Couldn't wait, really?"
Eret shrugged as best he could, chuckling.
"Astrid's fault."
She squeezed his cock in retaliation, gasping when Eret bucked into her in response as Hiccup laughed, shaking his head.
"You always say that."
"S'true."
Squirming impatiently, Astrid bit at Eret's jaw, breathy voice telling him to give Hiccup a good show and gods did Eret deliver. Green eyes watched them avidly, at least when Astrid could keep hers open to see him as Eret set a frantic, needy pace that had her a shaking, whimpering mess in minutes. His hand covered her mouth, Eret pushing into her with slow, deep thrusts as he told her she was too loud, that someone would hear and catch them. It turned her on far too much to think about; getting caught could be catastrophic, but the thought still sent a quiver through her that was not unpleasant.
Astrid thought she might enjoy danger a little too much, sensibility long gone when it came to her brothers.
Hiccup didn't stay on the sidelines the whole time, crossing over to pull Astrid, then Eret into kisses, murmuring something in Eret's ear that made him buck harder into Astrid, the sudden deep thrust pushing a desperate moan from her. So much could go wrong if they were seen, and still Astrid pulled Hiccup closer, undoing his belt and zipper with the hand not clutching hard at Eret's back. He was hot and firm in her hand, swallowing Astrid's moans in a rough kiss as he thrust into her grip.
There was something so incredible for her about being surrounded by them, the heat and scent of them both so close, hands on her and each other, Hiccup pushing up her shirt to grope her with impunity. She ought to care anyone could walk in... but she didn't. Astrid never cared when they were together, not really. It was the rest of the time reality threatened.
She was pretty sure it was German Eret cursed in as he came, a sound of frustration leaving her without consulting her brain for permission. Hiccup chuckled, a lovely low sound against her ear, promising he'd finish what Eret started and Astrid shuddered, knowing that feral look in Hiccup's eye. She couldn't think of much that got him going more than when Astrid was wet with Eret, the mix of his two favourites apparently Hiccup's biggest aphrodisiac. Eret let her down, mindful of Astrid's weak knees and holding her until Hiccup took over. One hand held her waist, the other burying in her hair and tugging until she trembled.
They kissed, Astrid faintly aware of Eret's heavy breaths nearby and little else beyond the little bubble of them anymore. She was drunk on the two of them, pulsing with want when Hiccup bit at her mouth before turning her around, moulding himself to her back as he filled her with ease. Eret's come slicked his thrusts, let Hiccup move with no resistance. His hand roamed her torso, shirt still shoved up to expose her and skirt pushed up over her ass so Hiccup could squeeze it as he pleased.
Gods, she loved it when they were rough with her, face against the wall and Hiccup merciless as he fucked her, finally comfortable enough to do as Eret did and quiet her with his hand so she could stop caring how loud she was. He bit her through her clothes, left a throbbing bruise on the back of her neck, gripped her hip hard enough to hurt. It was a heady thing for her - she knew how protective they were, how much they cared and wanted to keep her safe. It was how Astrid could let them rough her up with no reservations; they were safe, she was safe, Astrid never worried they'd push her too far. Just enough to drive her crazy under Eret's eyes and Hiccup's hands.
Hiccup wrapped his arm around her, words falling from his mouth in that mindless way of someone lost in pleasure, burying himself deep as he could as Astrid seized around him with a muffled shout. They slowed to a stop together, Hiccup leant heavily against her back.
"It's good to be home, huh?"
Astrid didn't answer. She wasn't sure what to say. Was it right that they both - maybe all - felt like home had shifted? Was it changing too much if they'd all lost the sense of connection to the family homestead?
"I'll make sure the coast is clear. Bit obvious if we all left together."
Eret kissed her, then Hiccup, then he slipped away as she and Hiccup finished fixing their clothes. She doubted they'd have taken those sorts of risks before Astrid got involved, kept their more-than-brotherly contact safely locked away. Turning her to face him gently, Hiccup kissed her, slow and sweet and mellowed now.
"When are you spending the night again?"
"I don't know. We need to be careful, you know that."
Hiccup sighed, nodding reluctantly though he didn't let her go yet.
"I know."
Astrid could feel the weight of unspoken words, but now wasn't the time. There was never a time for everything they needed to say, not really. They buried serious conversations under laughing and fucking and eating. And Astrid planned to keep it that way. If it stayed casual, it wouldn't matter when they stopped. Right?
-HTTYD-
Hey Astrid, can you say deniaaaaaal?