[ More a light red than pink now, Jack rolls out of bed and yanks on his discarded jeans sans boxers. That would be one very stiff gesture swung Hiccup's way as Jack's hard-on rapidly loses interest in being humiliated while he was on his back and moaning. ]
How about you forget the rest of whatever you had planned, too.
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How about you forget the rest of whatever you had planned, too.
[ Nnnnnot a suggestion. Where's his tshirt? ]