There will be a third chapter. Just to clarify. Depending how long this took me, the third may not go up until after the updating of my active stories Adopted and It Never Happened.
To the guest who asked about future Hicretstrid and Heathcupstrid - yes, both are on my list! But I'm working on cutting down my one shot/shorts list before any new stories.
To the guest saying this has been done before... maybe it has, maybe it hasn't. I didn't check. I'm fulfilling a prompt for a friend.
-HTTYD-
One week later, Astrid found herself pulling up outside 'the place'. Stepping out of her car, Astrid saw Hiccup already off his motorcycle and wondered if the lack of usual butterflies his leathers gave him was a bad omen. Or perhaps just nerves?
He was stood next to Heather and Eret, who were looking up at the big building that gave Astrid Victorian vibes. Nothing outwardly screamed seedy sex dungeon, and the car park was well lit with a security guard who lock-boxed her car keys. So far, not terrifying. Hiccup smiled as she approached, slipping his arm around her waist and pressing a kiss to her temple. The familiarity was welcome.
Eret was eyeing her a little now, though she supposed it made sense. They were about to have sex. Which meant Heather giving Hiccup the once over was pretty expected too.
"So what happens now?"
"We go check in. ID, wristbands, locker key. There's changing rooms if you wanna strip off in advance."
Hiccup quirked an eyebrow at Eret, tucking his riding gloves into his jacket pocket.
"Wristbands? It's like an amusement park."
Heather winked.
"Well it is all about the ride here."
Hiccup's cheeks coloured slightly as they went in, each presenting ID to ensure everyone was old enough to be there. A list on the wall explained what each wristband colour meant.
White - Staff, unavailable.
Black - Just watching, only available to first timers.
Red - Not approachable/here with partner(s) of the night.
Yellow - Approachable, but only as a couple.
Green - Approachable by all. Start with a drink!
Anybody struggling to take no for an answer will be asked to leave. No exceptions.
Condoms will be used at all times. No exceptions.
The hallway they stood in was surprisingly silent, carpeted in a thick red that silenced their footsteps. Wall sconces cast a flattering, seductive light on just about everything. An elegant sign indicated a bar, which someone was being roughly escorted out of as they stood there. The welcoming man gave them a store-bought-smile, trying to pacify and distract immediately.
"Please excuse the hostile action. We have a strict zero tolerance on interfering with anybodies drink, and this gentleman was obviously caught out."
Each took the red wristband, though Astrid could have sworn she saw Eret hang over the green for a second. Astrid herself was tempted to take the black. She was nervous, but so far the environment wasn't utterly terrifying. She half expected the sounds of rampant sex to reach her ears as soon as they walked in. They were each handed a locker key that hooked on to a loop on their wristband, then pointed up along the hallway.
"The bar is, naturally, a nudity free zone. Second on your left is the changing room, please make use of the complimentary protection available in every room. Just past the changing room is the staircase, which will lead you to the... ah, entertainment of the evening."
The man acted as though he was being delicate and coquettish, though Astrid reckoned he made the same speech fifty times a night. Maybe more. She didn't know how busy this place was.
"Drink?"
Hiccup murmured, and Astrid nodded.
"Definitely."
She needed something to slow them down, adjust to the environment before they jumped in to the action. Ordering a rum and coke, Astrid sucked at the provided straw and watched Hiccup swirl his whiskey around his glass. He didn't drink a lot but his fathers friends were always trying to get him to, so Hiccup opted to stick to a drink that was supposed to be enjoyed slowly.
Eret and Heather both downed their vodka tonics quickly, neither fans of beer or fruity flavorings like Astrid's coconut rum. They patiently waited for the other couple to finish, Eret mooching through the crimson bowl filled with an assortment of brightly coloured foil squares.
"Hey, H, they got your extra smalls here!"
Hiccup rolled his eyes at Eret's jibe, taking another measured sip of his whiskey. Astrid was making quick work of her own drink, wishing almost for another but knowing that she didn't want to have sex drunk, nor would the club let her. A friendly but keen-eyed bartender and two security guards ensured nobody was too drunk to consent to sex, nor drugged, the establishment apparently quite set on being as respectful and caring as a sex club could be.
"I'm done. You?"
Hiccup whispered it to her, asking if Astrid still needed a minute and she appreciated it hugely. Nodding, she finished the last of her drink, fished out a half-melted ice cube and crunched it. Her boyfriend smiled at her little habit, swallowing the last of his glass and helping her stand from the bar stool. Paying and tipping the lovely bartender, the four left.
They made their way out and to the changing rooms, where Hiccup gained odd looks from a couple just exiting in his riding leathers while everyone else was dressed normally. Heather pulled her along into the Ladies room, wasting not a second in beginning to strip off. Astrid moved a bit more sedately, fingers a little clumsy on the top buttons of her slim white shirt.
"What's with you?"
Heather was down to underwear and peeling off her tights before Astrid had finished tussling with her skirts fastening. Her friend giggled, fingering the clasp on her bra before stripping that off too. Astrid grabbed one of the complimentary dressing gowns, a thin silky thing that didn't hide much but she wasn't willing to climb a staircase in her pants just yet. Reassuringly, it smelled only of washing powder and a light fabric softener.
"Been thinking about this all week, it's pretty hot don't you think?"
Astrid didn't answer; Eret was attractive enough but she wasn't quite ready to declare the decision a success until she felt less nervous. As Heather and she packed their things into the pleasantly spacious lockers (they would need to be to accommodate Hiccup's leathers), Astrid slipped the gown over her mostly-bare body and let herself be led out.
"You not taking your hair down?"
Heather asked as she untied her braid, letting ebony locks fall free.
"Nope. Too much hassle to put it up again when I only did my hair like an hour before I left for here."
Plus... only Hiccup really saw her with it down. Heather had, obviously, and Eret probably had once or twice but there were plenty of strangers who hadn't. Her hair was staying up.
"About time! What were you two doing in there?"
Hiccup was in boxers with a towel around his waist for a little modesty, adding to his self-conscious expression and slightly nervous posture. Eret was in his briefs and they hid nothing, stretching over where he was already half-hard.
"Getting undressed? It's not like you two were wearing bras."
Eret tipped his head as a conceding motion. This side of the changing rooms, Astrid could hear... people. Clearly enjoying whatever they were doing. The stairway itself was clear, no bodily fluids or humping of any variety. The floors were wooden but clearly had underfloor heating, pleasant beneath their bare feet. Hiccup squeezed her hand as they walked up the stairs, and Astrid knew a moment of "let's just leave now" but she refused to chicken out.
The sounds of sex grew louder and Astrid saw one couple who were rather... vigorous through an open door. They seemed to responsible for much of the noise, and for a minute Astrid couldn't tear her eyes away. The atmosphere began to affect her, the first flickers of arousal making themselves known. Hiccup was squirming a little too.
"Hey, this ones comfy."
Eret indicated a room with sofas and beds in. And two other couples having sex, but they paid very little mind to the newcomers. Astrid wristbands, so like them they were there with specific... friends.
They were really there. It was time.
Eret took Astrid's hand and slowly led her to the sofa, Heather more bodily manoeuvring Hiccup to the empty bed. There were more bowls of condoms in that room too and what was that woman doing? Before Astrid had fully processed, Eret was kissing her. He wasn't rough, but the pressure was firm and insistent and felt truly bizarre after only kissing Hiccup for a year.
Still... Eret wasn't a bad kisser and Astrid knew this was why they were there. When she peeped over, Heather was kissing Hiccup just as thoroughly and already had the towel off, rubbing him through his boxers. Eret placed a hand under her chin and guided Astrid back, kissing her and gently tugging open the tie of her dressing gown.
"Relax Astrid, I'm not gonna hurt you."
Astrid let him drop the gown to the side, leaving her in only underwear. At least the room was warm enough. Eret gave her bare skin appreciative looks, then pushed her gently but firmly down onto the sofa behind her. Hiccup was already naked, wriggling beneath Heather as she stroked him to hardness and bit at his lower lip to draw whimpering gasps from Hiccup's throat.
Eret knelt on the floor, the tattoo on his chin stretching up to one side with a half-smirk on his mouth as Astrid's underwear came off. The sofa was plush, comfortable and Astrid half-sank into it. Eret grinned up at her, then wasted absolutely no time in lifting her legs over his shoulders, in kissing at a sensitive inner thigh.
She was wetter than she thought, discovering it when Eret's tongue raked across her clit and sent spasms of shock and pleasure through her limbs. Her nerves seemed almost ridiculous now and Astrid let herself feel, clutching at the sofa cushions while Eret cupped her ass to lift her up toward his mouth better. When she managed to open her eyes for a minute, she saw Heather's mouth on Hiccup's sheathed cock, the man in question leant up on his elbows to watch her.
Gods, Eret was a man on a mission. Not better than Hiccup, but his enthusiasm and determination were big turn-ons and Astrid wasn't ashamed to admit she was enjoying the way he traced nonsense shapes with his tongue, jumping when he managed to slip two fingers inside her and nudge the hidden spot within. Her thighs tightened and trembled around his head, the promise of a climax closing in...
Then he stopped!
Astrid growled but Eret was smirking, grabbing the towel Heather had discarded to wipe his face and looking utterly unapologetic.
"Damnit Eret!"
He leant in, still smirking.
"Sorry babe, but I want you nice and tightly wound when we fuck."
Astrid shoved him down on the sofa, figuring two could play his game and pulling off his boxers. He was a little longer than Hiccup, but not as thick. On visual, her boyfriend was better.
Eret watched as she grabbed a flavoured condom (that she highly doubted would taste anything like the advertised flavour) to roll over his shaft, one arm slung over the armrest of the sofa behind his head as though displaying the taut muscles of his triceps and lateral region. It took her a minute to actually work up the nerve to do it, somehow finding this more personal and intimate than Eret going down on her had been.
As predicted, the 'grape' flavour was more like a sad Vimto, but it was better than latex alone and Eret was a responsive, appreciative receiver. He gasped and bucked and whined when Astrid placed a warning hand against his rocking hips, but seemed to be doing his best not to just fuck into Astrid's mouth.
If she looked up from her kneeling position, Astrid would have seen Hiccup's eyes on them.
Now, Hiccup had never been intimate with Heather before in any way, granted. But he knew her pretty well for a friend - as probably proven by their presence as a foursome in a sex club. And he had never known her to be quite so... forward. Dominant, even. Not that Hiccup wasn't used to such a thing, regularly pinned down and fucked by Astrid, a girl who knew what she liked and Hiccup willingly gave it to her.
Heather though... at first it almost felt like Heather was trying to pull more from him. As though she wanted more than Hiccup could give, more than he understood how to. After a time though, the beast began to calm as his body responded, Heather's animalistic hunger sated somewhat by his proof of desire.
Everything was more... rushed, foreplay a race to the main event rather than a prelude, a promise of pleasure before everything became hot and messy.
Even so, the environment served to build an atmosphere Hiccup's body responded to, and he found himself active when Heather rolled the condom over his cock to suck him off. Her mouth was hot and eager, tongue massaging the underside of his shaft until Hiccup saw stars. He glanced over to Astrid again, seeing her performing similarly for Eret and the tattooed man looked to be quite enjoying it.
Tearing his eyes away - it was hardly fair to Heather to pay all attention to Astrid when the dark-haired girl was putting so much effort in - Hiccup tapped her cheek, pulled her back up toward him.
"Something wrong?"
"Not really. I just believe in reciprocation."
Heather went willingly when Hiccup guided her to lay on the bed, arching and moaning for even the faintest touch as he explored the unfamiliar territory of a new body. She was sensitive in places Astrid wasn't, like the dip below her ribcage, but barely reacted to gentle caresses along her waist that would have Astrid writhing.
His fingers dipped before his mouth did, finding Heather slick and aroused and it sparked low in his gut with heated knowledge of him being the cause. Heather arched up against his mouth immediately, spreading her legs wider in invitation. Hiccup tested his strokes, differed between using the tip of his tongue and flattening the muscle until he could ascertain what Heather reacted most to.
If he had to guess, Hiccup would say Heather hadn't had oral sex performed on her in a while judging by how quickly she was devolving, clutching his hair and swearing under her breath. Either that or he was pretty good... Astrid certainly said so, but Hiccup wasn't that vain.
"Fuck Hiccup, gonna- uh, gonna come!"
He would be surprised if people in the next room hadn't heard that, let alone the people sharing the room they were in. It was remarkably easy for Hiccup to put that fact to the back of his mind, having actually almost forgotten they had an audience of sorts once nerves faded under Heather's hungry touch.
Heather had barely stopped trembling from her climax before Hiccup found himself being tossed on his back, long legs folding themselves either side of narrow hips. Having lost the condom sometime in the squirming and rolling around the bed, Hiccup reached to his left for another one and Heather took it from his hand.
Hiccup cast another look to Astrid, watching as Eret canted up her hips while Astrid leant on all fours. Her face was slack with pleasure, her moans ringing in his ears even when he turned back to Heather. Her hair fell down around her shoulders, the soft lighting casting her face into shadows and Hiccup's hips bucked when Heather stroked him to ensure he was erect, then rolled the condom down over him.
Heather mounted him quick and sure, biting her lip as she sank down Hiccup's erection. Based on the glimpses he had caught, Eret wasn't as girthy as Hiccup and so maybe Heather had to adjust for it. She was surprisingly tight for having just come, hot and slick as she wrapped around him intimately.
"Gods Hiccup, we shoulda done this sooner."
He didn't really know how to answer, but luckily Heather didn't really seem to expect any real response. Once she adjusted to him, Hiccup found that he really was just there for the ride. Heather hadn't been kidding.
Heather rode him with confidence and intent, bouncing herself on his cock and rolling her hips in slow, deep motions in between to stimulate herself differently and moaning, arching, squeezing at him with her muscles, her hands, her sweat-sticky thighs. When she slowed to take a breather, Hiccup was surprised by the sudden mouthful of her tongue. He hadn't even wiped his face, but Heather didn't seem to mind as she ravaged his mouth thoroughly.
Done catching her breath, Heather slapped at the top of his thigh and Hiccup got the message, raising his knees for her to grip for leverage as she rode him. Her free hand cupped her breast, squeezing and pinching at her own nipple and Hiccup could feel her tighten in pleasured response to it. Hiccup gripped her hips for stability, hearing her moans mingle with Astrid's in the air like a filthy orchestra.
Heather pushed at one of his hands, guiding it between her thighs and Hiccup took the none-too-subtle hint to touch her clit, alternating between rubbing her and letting Heather rut against his fingers on the down stroke. His body was coiling tighter, warm air thick with the scent of lust and sex and the sounds of Astrid and Heather both moaning aloud, mixed with the guttural sounds of sweaty skin meeting roughly and at speed.
Climax beckoning, Hiccup tried to meet Heather's thrusts and pressed a little firmer on her clit. He got the response he was looking for, her hand tightening on her breast and his knee as she shuddered, whimpering.
"Close!"
Relieved, Hiccup kept going and thankfully Heather broke atop him just before he could take it no more. She bucked and growled and dug her hands into his skin as she came, Hiccup's hips becoming jerky and losing any rhythm they had gained as he thrust up once, twice and came. The condom caught the mess, which left him feeling thoroughly sticky and debauched as Heather fought to catch her breath.
"Fuck!"
Astrid swore, Hiccup turning automatically to the sound as his girlfriend came - he knew the signs, her neck flushed and knuckles white with their taut grip - and watched Eret carry them both through their mutual pleasure until Astrid shifted her hands and laid in a slightly ungainly pose on the sofa beneath her. Eret turned and flopped backward himself in a lazy seated position, leant back with a contented sigh.
Heather took her time to remove herself from Hiccup's lap, only moving when hr softened and they had to be wary of losing the condom. She dropped on the bed next to him heavily, distinctly satisfied smile on her face. Hiccup moved, peeling off the used condom and placing it in the nicely provided bins for such a purpose. There were some moist tissue things next to it, again with clear purpose as he wiped himself down functionally. He needed a shower.
There was a sort of... not quite tense, but definitely not a comfortable silence as they headed back down to the changing rooms. Hiccup wanted to use their showers, but knew it would be a nightmare to get his leathers back on after. So he dressed with sex and sweat sticking to his skin, Eret rather silent himself as he grabbed his stuff and headed toward the cubicles at the side.
Should he wait? Or would Eret think it weird? Dying to go and get clean, Hiccup decided he was leaving and headed out to give back his locker key. Astrid was already out in the hallway, though he could see stray beads of water on her neck and surmised Astrid had taken a quick rinse and dressed quickly - unless she washed her hair, Hiccup was longer in the bathroom than Astrid, mostly trying to tame his messy mop.
"Hey."
"Hey."
Ohhh, it was a little awkward. They couldn't really talk about it there either, not openly.
"You waiting for Heather?"
"Hm? Oh, no. I was waiting for you."
Hiccup tried to smile, but it felt a little off on his facial muscles and probably came out more like a grimace. A bit of awkwardness was normal, surely? At least until they could talk about it as a couple. It was a bit weird for him to be post-orgasm but not cuddling a naked, pliant Astrid. Astrid loved cuddles too, so maybe they both wanted to cuddle but it felt wrong to when they had others tastes on their lips, different sweat on their skin.
"You coming?"
"Oh, yeah."
They handed their keys over to the still-chipper welcoming guy, bid him goodnight and headed out into brisk night air. Astrid shivered slightly, so Hiccup automatically wrapped an arm around her. Astrid tensed for a second and Hiccup wondered if she was unhappy with his touch since he hadn't showered. He wanted to ask but the car park wasn't private, and it was busier than it had been when they went in.
They picked up their keys and Hiccup walked Astrid to her car, leaning in to kiss her. Astrid turned her head and Hiccup backed off, remembering he hadn't yet washed Heather off his face properly.
"I uh... I'll talk to you soon?"
"Sounds good."
"Yeah."
Astrid slid into her car, rubbing her arms for warmth until the heat kicked in. Hiccup watched her smile tightly through the window, then realised he ought to get out of her cars way and headed to his bike. The engine roared to life beneath him, motorcycle taking him home. There was no question of where he was going - Astrid clearly needed a little space. If she wanted him, she would reach out. She had never been afraid to do that.
Resolving to give her said space as he turned the evening over in his mind all night, Hiccup laid in his bed with skin scrubbed until it practically glowed. Alone. Missing Astrid terribly. It was... probably not a good indicator of the evening if he couldn't even contemplate post-coital cuddles or sleep-spooning with Heather despite the fact he'd had sex with her only hours before.
At work the next day, Hiccup still felt out of sorts. It didn't help that he hadn't yet heard from Astrid other than her text to say she got home alright the previous night.
After a week of radio silence, Hiccup began to get anxious. Resolving to go and visit Astrid after work - just to see she was ok even if she didn't feel up to talking yet - Hiccup relaxed in the break room where a couple of the other guys who worked at the repair shop were chatting.
"Did you hear that Derangeds sister is back on the market? Man, she's hot."
His ears pricked up. 'Deranged' was Dagur, Heather's older brother.
"Thought she was dating that guy with the tattoo on his face?"
"Eret? Nah. They broke up. Apparently he's already dating someone else."
"Who?"
"Some spunky blonde apparently. Guess he doesn't have a fixed type."
Heart in his throat, Hiccup felt realisation hit him like Thor's hammer.
Was Astrid avoiding him... because she was with Eret?
-HTTYD-
Fanfiction went down for like ten minutes and I panicked I wouldn't finish this tonight. But. I have.