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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[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.

[icy]

[ He doesn't even realize what's happened until the door slams and he hears Elsa apologizing frantically. ]

What the hell!

[ Dragging Hiccup onto his side to shield Jack from the door because again, what. The. Hell!! He huffs as the adrenaline shifts into panic and yanks the covers half-over whatever Hiccup's body can't shield. Never mind that the door's closed when he yells back indignantly, his voice hoarse. ]

Go away, Elsa!

[ Glaring at Hiccup in a way that really can only convey I cannot belieeeeeve youuuuu. ]

[snedronningen]

At least put a sock on the door knob next time-- [ a beat ] -- or one of Hiccups dragons or something.


[ SHE'S LEAVING. SHE'S LEAVING. SHE'S GONE. GODDAAAAAAAAAAAAMMIT. ]

[flightsuit]

Oh, come on. Don't look at me like that. I forgot.

[He'll crawl over Jack and out of bed now. Better late than never, and who knows who else might try to just burst in, so he's gonna head over to the door now to lock it, even double checking that the knob won't turn by some chance.]

You're not angry now, are you, big baby boo?

[oh no hiccup please don't]

[icy]

[ 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.

[ Nnnnnot a suggestion. Where's his tshirt? ]

[flightsuit]

[Oh, well, this was just great. Thank you, Elsa. Thank you for interrupting this almost-perfect night.

Hiccup sighs, leaning back against the door.]

Jack. You're acting like it was my intention for this to happen. It was an accident. I didn't exactly come up here with sex on the mind to begin with, so locking the door wasn't on my priority list at the time.

[Welp, looks like it's gonna be on nobody's mind the rest of the night either.]

[icy]

I don't care! The door faces my bed, I don't want to think about what she just saw.

[ Angles, Hiccup. Naked angles.

Oh, there's his tee. No, wait, that's one of Hiccup's; fuck it, pulling the stupid thing on so it can scream DRAGON RIDER in faded print. ]

I didn't say it was your fault.

[flightsuit]

[This probably isn't the time or place, but he can't help but subtly think about how hot Jack looks right now wearing his shirt but THAT'S TOTALLY NOT IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW. FOCUS, HICCUP.

But he's just sighing, because Jack has all the reason to be upset. He was naked and in a very personal, vulnerable position. Luckily, Hiccup still had his pants on, but if their situations were switched, he'd probably be just as embarrassed, if not more.

So he steps over closer to Jack, reaching to take one of his hands, hoping that he won't be so quickly swatted away, but to give it a light squeeze in apology.]

I'm sorry.

[icy]

[ FOCUS UR DICK UP, HICCUP.

That hand isn't swatted away, but he certainly doesn't give any ground as he glares at him with lips pressed tight. The only upset visible is in his eyes, which blink rapidly to try and mask the evidence. ]

This isn't going to work out tonight, not while all these people are around.

[ The first time they veered into Mildly Intense territory it was the morning after the night before and no one was around to stride in. Right now, Jack glances at the window pointedly as people are heard yelling with mirth outside. ]

Elsa already told me she masturbates to the sound of us, for fuck's sake.

[flightsuit]

[He already figures the night's been ruined, already realizing the rest of his plans were probably just going to consist of a cold shower before heading straight to bed. He almost felt single again.

But Jack's right. You can hear music and shouting blaring through the walls and it's not like it's very romantic at all. With the way things were at their house though, at this rate, they'd never get to that next step.

Of course, he's throw completely off course at that last comment. Because what.]

S-somehow I don't think that's information I'd like to know about.

[icy]

Tough. I was told it, so you have to suffer with me.

[ Running a hand through his hair, the tension breaks as he impulsively takes a step forward to wrap his arms around a neck and hide in a shoulder. He wouldn't allow anyone else to see him genuinely embarrassed so it says more than Jack himself bothers to on the matter that Hiccup is actively drawn into his personal space, even as jittery as he is.

Big pouting baby boo. ]

[flightsuit]

[Hiccup smiles a bit at the comment. Fair enough. He could live with that.

He's a little more surprised though when he feels Jack's arms around him, not having expected any sort of physical contact for the rest of the night. But he's relieved to see that Jack still trusts him, and that he isn't wholeheartedly angry at him for tonight's events.

So he puts his own arms around his waist, holding him tightly as he presses his face against his hair.]

Why don't we just get some sleep?

[icy]

[ His chest puffs with the echo of an aborted laugh and nuzzles find their way into soft brown hair. ]

Uh, you owe me maybe a thousand kisses first.

[ So, yes, sleeping sounds great. ]

[flightsuit]

[He smiles against silver hair, before pressing soft kisses into the side of his scalp, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend tighter.]

That can most definitely be done.

T-T-T-TIMESKIP

[icy]

[ As the only person who didn't get wasted last night and one of two (to his knowledge) who went to bed at a reasonably decent hour, the front door closes on Jack's heels around eight AM. Washed and dressed for the day in his threadbare brown pants and a very green, very dragonish-themed hoodie pilfered from his boyfriend's closet, he's one of a handful of people in the queue at the nearby coffee shop and absent from the house barely half an hour. On quiet tiptoes does he pick his way back upstairs when he returns with a backpack of goodies, giving Elsa's bedroom a wide berth with a skitter up the staircase and closing (locking, just because) his bedroom door.

Looks like someone snoozed right through his plan of action. ]

Hiiiiccuuup. Hiccup, hey.

[ Planting two hot drinks on the nearby table, he kicks off his sneakers and climbs over the lump that passes for a human being, slouching against the pillows in the corner. From an unzipped bag comes the thick, cloying scent of toasted paninis, and he wafts it over. ]

Wake up, fair prince, I slayed a dragon for you.

[flightsuit]

[Hiccup very much needed sleep. Last night had been very long with all the running around at the party, doing tons of babysitting, and then having the rest of his night unexpectedly interrupted. So yes, sleep was absolute heaven right now and he didn't mind doing it all morning.

Except suddenly there's a delicious smell and the sensation of his mattress moving as if a weight had been placed upon it. Following the captivating scent, he twists around without moving from his spot to face the opposite side. Hearing a faint voice speak to him, he reaches his hands out to grip a thigh, mouth salivating, still in his dream world.]

D-don't bully the dragons, please ... but feed me the goods ...

[icy]

But it was a really nasty dragon, it tried to eat me.

[ Sliding down onto his side, he pokes the cheesy-bean melt of a toasted sandwich and smears his fingertip over Hiccup's lips. ]

You've gotta sit up if you're hungry, pal. Your bed'll get all cheesy. [ In a stage-whisper: ] I got your favorite fancy caramelized drink, too.

[flightsuit]

I'll eat you...

[Still in sleep zone, Hiccup opens his mouth and bobs his head forward, teeth prickling against a finger before sucking on it lightly. Hearing the voice speaking to him, he blinks awake slowly, eyes lids still fairly droopy as he removes her mouth from the finger, placing a light kiss on the tip.]

Mmm, morning. [Insert obligatory yawn here.] Why're you up? Snug in with me for another hour. Or two.

[icy]

[ Booping him on the nose, his laugh is followed by a peck there as he leans over to get his drink. ]

Because it's nice and chilly outside, it actually smells fresh unlike in this hovel. [ Jack arranges his toastie on one side, drink cupped in hoodie-covered hands, settling with his back against the wall and knees draped over his Hiccup!slug. ] And I managed to get the first blackforest hot chocolate of the day. I mean, you taste great, but you don't taste like this.

[ Jiggling his feet on Hiccup's other side as he sips. ]

[flightsuit]

[Hiccup groans a bit as he lets out a stretch. Sunlight was bursting through the shades and breakfast did smell delicious, so going back to sleep was definitely out of the question even if he wanted to.

He finally manages to sit up, twisting his upper body to either side of his waist, to try and stretch his back a bit. When he finally feels a bit more comfortable, he leans over to plant a quick kiss on Jack's cheek before leaning back to sit against the wall.]

Thanks for nabbing breakfast. You should've woken me up to go with you.