it's not a nude party but there's no rules against taking your pants off too

[flightsuit]

in which everyone is required to take their damn shirt off because reasons that's really all there is to this party so just take it off ladays and gents TOPLESS PARTY

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[icy]

[ Victoryyy. You'd think Jack is losing but he's winning in all sorts of ways. ]

Oh, yeah? [ Hooking his ankles around the backs of Hiccup's knees to pin him down, he starts tickling up his sides again. ] Beat me up, peg-leg, c'mon!

[ Laughter smears against Hiccup's arm as Jack leans over to bite at it playfully, gnawing his way with a trail of slobber northward. ]

[flightsuit]

[Yeah, Hiccup's not doing so well because his laughter is uncontrollable, being extremely sensitive on his sides. Having his legs pinned down, he couldn't exactly try to escape it either.]

Don't go on biting me just because you're losing!

[The only power he had left were his hands, so he starts pinching skin, hoping he might be aware to regain the lead.]

[icy]

Ouch! Ow, fuck you!

[ WRESTLING IS NOW. Which isn't really wrestling at all, but a combination of biting a shoulder and neck, tickling and wriggling his weight at him. ]

M'gonna kick your butt, Haddock ... !

not getting inappropriate, gosh

[flightsuit]

[Hiccup is in for a big loss in this one, his main losing point being the teeth that are gnawing at him. If he wanted to escape defeat, he needed to stop that biting.]

Oh, are you?

[Keeping one hand pinching at his stomach, he brings the other one out to pull Jack's face away from his neck, so that he can go ahead and smack his lips right on that feisty mouth. Gotta get him distracted somehow.]

nnnnnnnope not at aaaaaaall

[icy]

Mmmrph! Mmm.

[ That just means he gets to bite and nip at lips and a tongue instead, humming as he licks his way into a hot mouth with victory on his mind. He can win this, he knows it, he just needs to ... ]

Mmmmm ...

[ Sliiide a hand down Hiccup's bare chest, scratching along the way, and knead at his naked skin from abdomen to pecs. The best plan, really, threaded together with the way his fingertips fan out over nipples, running through hair on a southward trail again and again, rubbing against a toned stomach.

How To Pet Your Viking. ]

[flightsuit]

[All it takes is a kiss and suddenly Hiccup doesn't even remember what they had even been competing about. All he knows is he's had a long night and laying here making out with his boyfriend is the best thing he could ask for right now.

Jack's hands are moving down on his chest, releasing a moan out of him and a delightful shiver. That certainly isn't playing far so he brings down his hand to join the other at Jack's waist, caressing against exposed skin where the hoodie had risen up.

Could this have been their plan all along? Nah.]

[icy]

[ Haha, the hoodie strikes back! A great defense all night, now allowing Jack to feel up his boyfriend without falling prey (too quickly) to the same design. A soft gasp parts the kiss when his stomach is caressed (scant pale hair and not as much as some), but that only serves to remind him he has all of Hiccup on offer, dressed or not.

The way he trails a hand down to palm him between parted legs isn't shy in the slightest, seeking out the line of Hiccup's dick and starting to rub him dutifully, wet kisses plucking in between Jack's smiles. There's nothing hurried about it, not beyond the usual fuck so hot this is wonderful I love my life feeling of walking on clouds that comes with their making out. ]

You're never gonna make it back to the party now.

[ Giving him a squeeze for emphasis. ]

[flightsuit]

[And of course, the inevitable is now happening. Hiccup groans at the moment of the squeeze before chuckling against Jack's mouth. This wasn't quite his plan when he had came up here, but hey, it definitely works too.]

Somehow I don't think I mind that so much.

[Nope, he doesn't, because he's bucking his hips against the warm hand now, letting his lips work their way down a chin to travel along an adam's apple.]

We could always have our own private party. Except you'll have to actually follow the dress code for this one.

[icy]

Somehow I'm inclined to agree.

[ Licking his lips on a sigh as Hiccup's mouth roves over the front of his throat, Jack has to replace his obliging hand with a thigh as he lifts his hands to his hoodie, tugging it and the tshirt under it off. That done, he drapes his arms over Hiccup's shoulders to draw him back in for fond, amused kisses. ]

I can actually do that.

[flightsuit]

[Hiccup was pretty impressed that that hadn't taken much convincing (considering he refused to remove his clothes all night). Then again, in the heat of the moment, Jack always managed to be a lot easier to persuade. Not that he minded that either.]

Then let me be your host.

[He moves down to the end of Jack's throat, pressing his lips against it to place soft kisses. He's overjoyed at having all of this new access, moving downwards to the center of his chest to suck lightly on the pale but beautiful skin.]

[icy]

... Smooth.

[ Not that he's complaining. Jack would bare himself down to the bone for Hiccup, there's never any hesitation there, peering down his body as he sinks his fingers into rich auburn hair, petting him as he goes. Half-hard himself, he comfortably fits himself against a hip and contentedly stays there underneath him, basking in touching and being touched, kisses that make his lips dry out. ]

I missed you tonight.

[ It's worth saying. Wearing an affectionate smile, he tugs on a lock wound around a finger. ]

[flightsuit]

[Hiccup laughs because he knows he can't ever really be taken seriously with these sorts of things between the two of them.]

Sorry if my seduction skills aren't up to par. I haven't exactly had a lot of practice.

[At least not in the way of wording, but he portrays a lot more confidence in his actions, taking his efforts in it a lot more seriously. He shifts his lips along his chest to lap a tongue over a nipple, while the hand not supporting his weight, kneads against Jack's waist, teasing with subtle pulls along the hem of his jeans.

Upon hearing Jack's voice, he pauses, peeking up to catch that smile gazing down at him. He easily returns it; those little words of affection from him always mean the world to him.]

Who, me? Your roommate slash boyfriend whom you see about a thousand different times everyday? [Pffft as if that made a difference.] Because I was definitely missing you out there.

[icy]

[ Responsive to everything Hiccup experiments with (the laving of a nipple, the teasing along a waistband), he still manages to look chastised instead of flushed through chagrined laughter. ]

I'm glad you missed me, I'd have to sue if you didn't.

[ Not that he'll admit he's shy, covering it up with snark. ]

[flightsuit]

[Hiccup grins because Jack easily has that power of him, making his mouth hurt from how much he smiled around him. It hadn't been long since they made this official or even since he was willing to admit he actually had feelings, but in that short time, Hiccup was realizing more and more just how crazy he had become over his roommate.

So he crawls his way up, letting his hands hold him steady against the mattress as he leans down to give a soft, sweet kiss, showing more of his love than just his lust. When he pulls away slightly, he looks down at Jack, enchanted by those bright cerulean eyes.]

Of course I did. I'm happiest when you're with me.

[icy]

[ The kiss causes him to melt, fingers still threaded through Hiccup's hair holding him in place for it as another hand slides up his chest, gently curling around his neck. He's rather partial to those bright green eyes, for his part. ]

I still can't get over how lucky you've made me.

[ Which is a parody of saying the same thing, really. ]

was practically asleep writing this one so forgive me

[flightsuit]

[And it really does make Hiccup's heart pound, because he's never thought he could make someone else feel like that. Because he's always been considered more among the lines of useless and disastrous, but this connection he had developed was anything but, allowing him to really feel wanted and needed.]

I'm the lucky one, Jack.

[And they could probably go on all night with this, but Hiccup's putting his mouth back on Jack's--this time, emphasizing it with much more passion, letting his tongue get involved. And then he's aching for more of this again, more of this physical affection. So he's pushing his hips forward to allow their jeans to rub together, knowing Jack would appreciate the sensation.]

one day we will actually be awake like normal people o/\o

[icy]

[ Chest tight with the sheer landslide of emotions, he accepts the hungry kiss for what it is and allows his tangled words to slide back down his throat with Hiccup's tongue. An encouraging moan buffets that slick muscle as their jeans scrape and he hooks an ankle around the back of a knee for purchase, grinding up. He'll show Hiccup what he can have, how he deserves nothing less than to be loved every single second of the day.

Fingers sifting through shaggy auburn hair, Jack makes the extra effort to let him know that with the brush of bare torsos and skimming caresses once one hand lets Hiccup's hair go. It kneads around the softer skin behind ribs, scrapes its nails up between shoulder-blades, tries to get everywhere there is skin on offer in order to touch him. At one point he lets those kisses go to trail the hard suction of more down a jaw and throat, letting Hiccup enjoy being pawed and his hips grasped as they meet the same rhythm, without the distraction of having to please Jack with his mouth.

He doesn't know what he would have done if Hiccup hadn't returned his feelings, but it probably wouldn't have included trying to get him hard. ]

[flightsuit]

[Hiccup misses the taste of those lips when they move away from his, but he's easily distracted by the hot breath moving down his neck. Reacting with light gasps, he now focuses on his hips and moving them against Jack's. His erection is now at attention, aching through layers of fabric, but it finds satisfaction in feeling that bump of a cock against it. Still, the jeans are just now playing an irritating obstacle and that needs to change.

Keeping an arm on the mattress to support his weight, he moves a hand down to Jack's wait, clumsily trying to remove the clasp of a button. He tugs urgently at the now open flap, seeking assistant in its complete removal.]

[icy]

[ Worn-in as all his jeans are, the fastenings come apart on the first try and an impatient noise buffets out of his chest as he wriggles his slight hips to get the useless things off, boxers included. Hardly a feat for someone who has perfected leaping into his clothes when late for class so often.

Bare knees skim up Hiccup's sides as Jack settles back against the bed, pawing him closer for urgent kisses. Pale skin over long limbs and silver-blond hair, he doesn't shiver in the chill without a body to cover him so that isn't the reason he wants him close; of course it isn't. The reason for that should be obvious in the shuttering of dark lashes and a rampant pink blush over cheeks and shoulders. ]

[flightsuit]

[And Hiccup will give him those kisses he seeks--on his lips, the side of his mouth, those hot cheeks, down to his jaw. Anywhere he can kiss to give Jack all his attention, in addition to the fingers that caress along his waist through the crevice of his thigh until they trace slowly along his cock with just their tips.

Hiccup's mouth lands on the spot between Jack's neck and shoulders--the spot he knows gets him most intense and begins to give light sucks where a faint mark is still there from some nights before.]

[icy]

[ He manages to hold in unsteady breaths until his aching length is stroked by light, teasing fingertips, giving whoever is downstairs a preview of more moans to come. Creasing into him as Hiccup exacerbates that weak point, right where he knows it turns Jack to mush, nails run up shoulder-blades and into a thicket of messy hair to hold him close because that, that's wonderful and gets his dick wet against Hiccup's touch, hips rolling into a less than obliging hand; throat working on a gasp as he tips his head back, he shudders and his cock twitches tellingly.

It's this about sex that he's always liked, the thrill of getting to be with Hiccup aside — the caresses and kisses, letting himself be smothered in affection as he never usually is unless on his own terms. Here, he trusts Hiccup with everything and it's freeing. ]

Tell — Tell me you locked the door.

[ 'Cause seriously. ]

1/2

[snedronningen]

[ no












no he didn't lock the door jack.


too bad.

Because just as he finishes that sentence, Elsa comes bursting in-- which she normally wouldn't do, except this isn't normally. She's got a different shirt half on, she's flustered and --upset? Riled? There's a strange mix of emotions on her face-- ]

Alright so maybe there was so--

nah i lied 2/3

[snedronningen]

[ that "o" is dragged out as she realizes just what she walked in on ]--oooh. My. God.

[snedronningen]

[ She's slamming that door back shut. Hard. Loudly. ] S--Sorry!



[ This.... This is an Anna day for Elsa. Definitely. Jesus lord. ]

[flightsuit]

[Hiccup's mouth freezes in place upon hearing Jack. Tell me you locked the door. The door--did he lock it? Of course he locked it. Why wouldn't he lock it? Then again, he was so exhausted from the night, he wasn't too sure if he was capable of consciously remembering to do so. So, wait. I don't think I locked it.

But it doesn't take long before he gets a plain straightforward answer, because the door suddenly bursts open and there's a shocked, white-faced housemate staring straight at them.

He doesn't even have time to react, just laying there gawking at her expression, hand still just casually on Jack's dick, and in a quick second, she's back out the door.

He's silent for a moment. Surprised and speechless that the inevitable did end up happening, especially because typical, disastrous Hiccup messed up again. But he swallows hard, finally finding the courage to speak up.]

So I don't think I locked the door.