Walking into school that next Monday morning was one of the best things. Hiccup walked up to the school as he usually did, meeting up with his friends outside the building. Just when he was about to tell them his news, he felt arms snake around his waist and he totally didn't squeak in suprise and blush at the action as Jack said his hello. No better way to say 'I have a boyfriend' than that.
So the usual typical relationship stuff happened after that, gossip flying around at the new couple and bets on how long they would last, many girls throwing fits because of the 'typical hot guy being gay' scenario, and dinners with the others families.
Dinner with Stoick had been mostly uneventful, minus the major embarrassment when Stoick decided to take up the duty of sharing childhood stories, filled with hunting trolls and throwing toys out into the sea, and Jacks dinner. . .
Now Jacks family was something else. . .
His immediate family was his mom and sister, but there was an extended family he'd never heard about. So his experience had been fingers in his teeth, Russian kisses on cheeks, sign language, and an impromptu chase between teen and six feet of Australian.
He couldn't remember the last time he had laughed and smiled so hard it hurt.
For a month it was hugs, handholding, and kisses on cheeks and nothing any further. Until their second month of dating.
By that time they'd learned much more about each other. Like how exactly Jacks extended family came to be, Hiccups side of the story with his fire accident, how truly scared Jack was for his sister, how much Toothless meant to Hiccup, and much more.
That led to Hiccup showing Jack his secret cove.
He told his own story of stumbling there one day, when the day previous a dog had saved him from a bear, to find the same dog (whom became Toothless) there, and secretly caring for him until the mutt was well enough to take to his house. He found solace in the secret place since then, and said that he too wanted to share this place with Jack.
That's when they shared their first kiss. It had been awkward nose bumps, mashed lips, and nervous giggles when they realized just how bad they were at touching mouths to other mouths, but Hiccup wouldn't have it any other way.
Three months in they were well into make-out sessions and full out cuddling when alone. Hiccup couldn't help but dread the day they advanced anywhere past that.
He wasn't going to ignore the factor of teenage hormones, everybody else said all the time to abstain but really what was the point? Putting a big NO on the topic just made people push to go against it even more, because really what else did they expect to happen when you put two horny teenagers alone in a room?
Jack didn't seem to be pushing anywhere towards that, and Hiccup was silently grateful for that. Though he never payed attention to how Jack would sometimes fidget with the hem of his jacket after some intense kissing and say he had to get home or excuse himself to the bathroom.
Which brought them to their current place and time, playing video games in Hiccups room on no particular day, they'd just gotten into the habit of doing this every other day.
Particularly today would be different, and not just because they decided to play Super Smash Brothers over Portal, but probably because of Hiccups choice to sit between Jacks thighs and lean back into his chest.
The brunett was enjoying kicking Jacks ass to the ground, until the platinum blonde decided to do something he'd later come to regret.
Hiccup scoffed as he felt Jack nuzzle into his hair, the other boys arms squeezing tighter around his waist.
"Jack Overland, I never believed you to pull a sly trick such as this. Distracting me from virtual fighting?"
He responded with a chuckle and pressed a kiss to the shell of Hiccups' ear.
"This? Nah, this is me showing affection for my boyfriend."
Hiccup couldn't help but grin at that, at how even after being called it so often, he still got tingles and smiled like a goof.
He tried to keep his focus on the game, until Jack's lips placed themselves at his neck. Looking back, he'd say he quite literally melted.
An unwilling sigh passed his lips and he went limp, fully slouching into his boyfriends chest as the game controller clattered onto the floor. Hiccup was just barely aware of Jack dropping his own controller, holding him closer as he continued to kiss the freckled neck before him, game fully forgotten.
He hummed and rolled his head to the side, allowing more access for the pale boy. He was hazily trying to figure out why he always reacted like this every time his neck was kissed, but the warm feeling coming from his chest and his gently thrumming heart were making it extremely hard to do anything but lay there and sigh. Maybe it was because throughout his life, the only times his neck was touched was because of rough headlocks from Snotlout, or from some of his cousins posse. Never had it been treated so gently, to be worshipped like this.
He sighed again and shut his eyes, happy to stay like this forever.
Until Jack's kisses wandered away from gentle.
He twitched at the sensation of something sharp pressing along with the kisses (teeth?) and Jacks hands drifting away from his waist and making their way to his hips.
The warmth was fading, and the thrums were starting to quicken their pace.
And suddenly there were hands up his shirt and probing at his nipples, and he gasped harshly when a mouth bit and sucked at his collarbone.
"Jack wait-"
Jack was too lost and Hiccup was too breathless (from panic) to stop the actions. Jack pulled Hiccup closer to him and Hiccup gasped at feeling something poking at his backside and Jack's hands started to go down and oh god he was going to-
"Jack stop!"
The words rang out, startling the two boys, filled with panic and fear. Hiccup pushed himself away from Jack, hunching over and pressing a hand to his mouth, trying to push away the burn of acid at the back of his throat.
Then Jack was right next to him, hands on his back asking what was wrong, and Hiccup could hear the worry and concern in his voice but he was too busy panicking at feeling his mouth fill with the biting taste of bile and oh gods of course this would happen to him of all people.
He didn't remember bolting and barely making it to his trashcan, just staying there until he was dry-heaving with a rubbing hand on his back and another carding through his hair, and for a moment he completely forgot what had happened to cause his reaction, swallowing to try and get rid of the bitter taste in his mouth and relaxing back into his boyfriends chest.
They sat in silence, Hiccup trying to calm his breathing and Jack running his hands up and down the others arms to sooth him, until a shaky laugh from the platinum blonde broke it.
"That sure killed the mood."
The words snapped Hiccup from his stupor and he groaned, reaching a hand up to rub at his eyes.
"I'm sorry, i-it just happened-"
"Don't apologize, it couldn't be helped. Your stomach just decided to spew at that moment, probably just some food po-"
As he had replied to the other, the older had reached a hand around to press against the younger's stomach for emphasis.
With the memory of previous touching, Hiccup without thinking slapped the other's hand away, and shouted out a 'No!'
Silence came again, but much heavier than before.
They each sat wide eyed, paralyzed by the action, until Jack pulled away and stared as Hiccup whirled around with a panicked look.
"Jack I'm so sorry- I was just worried that-that pushing there would maybe make me vomit again-"
Hiccup continued to babble on, trying to cover his actions, while Jacks face changed to realization. He interrupted with a clipped tone,
"It was me wasn't it?"
Hiccups jaw dropped, his throat too dry to come up with a response as Jack furrowed his eyebrows in thought,
"You threw up because I touched you."
He finally found his voice and stuttered out,
"N-No it's not like that Jack no-"
Jack stood up and grabbed his backpack and Hiccup felt like hurling all over again. Jack turned and walked towards Hiccups bedroom door and he scrambled to reach out and stop the only person who could love a hiccup like him.
"No no Jack no wai-!"
The door slammed shut, and Hiccup sat in silence as he heard Jack's footsteps all the way to the front door, and heard that door open and slam close.
He sat there, hating himself for being incapable of stomaching even touching from his boyfriend (oh gods he hoped not ex-boyfriend), the sour taste of stomach acid sitting in his mouth with the burn of pinprick tears and the painful beat of his heart.
Stoick whistled happily as he walked his way home from the local grocery, having stopped there on the way home from work to pick up a few things for dinner. He had figured since Hiccup was having Jack over why not prepare something besides stew or whatever else was sitting in the fridge?
He had picked up chicken and sent a message to his son to preheat the oven a while ago, he hadn't received a reply but trusted his boy in doing the task, so if time worked out they could be eating within the next hour and a half.
Until he spotted Jack walking, more like storming, his way, head down and fists clenched at his sides. He tried calling out to him, but the boy passed without even twitching in response.
His worst day had come, dealing with a first teenage heartbreak.
He quickened his pace, mind buzzing in trying to figure the state Hiccup would be in. He usually kept calm, but you could never know considering hormones.
He walked into his home to the sound of insistent scratching at the back door. He went into the kitchen to set the grocery bags down on the counter, and opened the backdoor only for Toothless to go shooting past, racing up the stairs. He followed the mutts lead, climbing the stairs as he called up,
"Hiccup! I saw Jack storming off on my way here, did anything happen? Son?"
He reached the top and grew worried when he saw Hiccup's door closed, Toothless sitting in front of it whimpering. He cautiously stepped up and knocked on the door, asking in a soft voice he'd scarcely used twice in his life.
"Hiccup, is everything alright?"
When no response came he took liberty as a parent and opened the door, finding Hiccup sitting and staring at the floor. Toothless carefully crept towards the boy, snuffling at the auburn hair before settling down and laying his head on the scrawny boys lap. The contact broke Hiccup from his trance and he looked at his friend before looking up at Stoick, showing off a prominent hickey at the spot where the neck and collarbone met and the man could smell something acrid in the air and his stomach clenched at the idea of what the hell that twig boy did to his son.
In a stern voice he demanded,
"Hiccup, what happened?"
Yet again no response came and his father instincts kicked in as he kneeled down to better look him in the eye.
"Did Jack try to make you do anythin'? Did he give you any drugs? Did he try to force himself on you? Did he hurt you-?"
Hiccup jerked his head side to side, taking in a shuddering breath as he squeezed his eyes shut, and to Stoick's suprise a tear dropped from his right eye.
"I screwed up. Like I always do. W-We were just playing a video game, th-then he was touching me and I told him to stop a-and then I went and puked my guts out and he thought it was because of him and walked out-"
He ran out of breath and tried to suck more in, reaching a hand up to wipe the tear away, only for another to appear.
"-b-but it wasn't him, i-it was me, like it always is."
He hung his head, leaving Stoick to ponder over what he just said.
"You mean this all happened because you just got sick?" It was silly in any other situation, but apparently meant a lot now.
Hiccup nodded weakly, moving a hand to pet over the whining dog.
He gave a sympathetic smile as he placed a hand on Hiccups shoulder, making his son look up at him.
"It was just a misunderstandin', you can just go tell him so, right?"
Unknowing to him Hiccup began to panic on the inside.
Should he come out now? Could he be able to take his dads reaction?
Question after question bombarded his thoughts, bottom line being, could he handle this right now?
On the outside Hiccup only nodded after a moment of pause, speaking weakly,
"Yeah, I'll talk with him tomorrow."
The momentary pause worried Stoick, so he flexed his hand on the shoulder and asked,
"That is what happened, correct?"
Hiccup weakly smiled (a fake one) and said yes.
He smiled back and stood up, believing a job well-done,
"I'll be in the kitchen starting dinner, once you get yourself together, think you could help?"
Hiccup nodded again and continued to pet Toothless.
Stoick left, feeling relieved at helping with a teenage misunderstanding.
Hiccup would sit there for another twenty minutes, shifting so his face was buried in Toothless's chest to hide the rest of his silent tears, whispering 'What do I do?' over and over again, until he went downstairs, facade up as he went about cooking mashed potatoes and setting the table, heart aching at having been looking forward to setting a third place.