So here's the NSFW chapter I know all three hundred of you wanted.

(Even though nobody said anything. Shut up.)

Hiccup came home one night and Jack was ready to greet the brunette with a smile and warm greeting, but he was cut short by the frustrated look on his face, the red mark on his cheek as Toothless hesitantly climbed through the hatch. "What happened?" he asked, eyes wide and waiting as the viking looked down at him. The next moment Hiccup was straddling his waist, crawling over him on the bed and kissing him with a languid passion that left Jack reeling for a minute. The brunette took the opportunity to explain.

"I told Astrid that I had someone else, that I couldn't be with her anymore." The winter spirit felt the slow burn of anger rise. He'd been back for months now, and he had just now told her? Obviously it would explain his reddened cheek, but he should have taken care of that a long time ago.

Hiccup could practically feel the anger, Jack's body tensing under his. He pushed him down onto his back, kissing him again before trailing them down his jaw and neck. "I've been avoiding her since the battle ended," he murmured in between kisses, his attempt at keeping the other calm. "She was giving me time to recuperate, but she finally cornered me just a little while ago." An irritation remained, because it clicked into place that they had been together in Jack's absence, but the immediate anger subsided, leaving jealousy behind. He rolled them over, kissing back possessively as he straddled the others' waist.

Hiccup broke the kiss in a fit of laughter that quickly died into a gasp, the winter spirit lavishing a single spot on his neck enthusiastically, soliciting a guttural moan from the body beneath him. He set his whole body to work, grinding down on his hips and tangling his fingers in the messy brown locks, moving back to kiss the brunette again. They stayed like that until his body started giving aborted jerks were it was trapped under Jack, hands grasping over his shoulders and arms, looking for something to hold on to.

Suddenly they were being flipped again, eyes unfocused and a purple flush rising in his cheeks. It took him a minute to figure out what had happened, having been completely lost in the sensations of their activities. His arms were pulled above his head, secured to headboard as Hiccup backed away, smirking as he began to undo his suit. "Wha—Hiccup!" he exclaimed, arms struggling against the thing strip of cloth holding him in place.

The viking ignored him in favor of getting out of his gear, unbuckling and stripping each layer of material at a time. By the time he pulled his green tunic over his head, the winter spirit was groaning. "Hiccup," he said again, much more needy and desperate than before. The brunette paused to look at Jack; he was curled up on his side, body tense, the flush starting to creep down his neck, biting down on his lower lip in an attempt to contain himself. He wasn't sure what his face was doing but it had Jack groaning again, hips giving an aborted thrust against nothing.

Hiccup hurriedly kicked off his boot, unlatching his metal prosthetic and letting it clatter to the floor, not even bothering with his pants for now in favor of untying the restraint. Jack immediately lunged at him, arms circling around his neck with lips and tongue pushing at his fervently, cold hands running all down his sides and arms and leaving goosebumps in their wake. Hiccup got his hands under the others' shirt, breaking their kissing just long enough to yank it over his head before they were pressed together again, leaving Jack whimpering into his mouth as he dug his fingers into the back of his thighs.

Hiccup didn't hesitate in yanking Jack's pants down his hips, the other breaking the kiss and trying to muffle his pleasured cry into the flesh of his shoulder when he finally got his hand around him. Jack thrust into his fist as Hiccup slipped his other hand down his back, the spirit inhaling sharply as warm fingers brushed against the cleft of his ass. He shuddered, Hiccup easing him onto his back before withdrawing far enough to yank his pants the rest of the way off, discarding them before resuming his previous position, crouched over the pale boy clutching at his shoulders as his fingers rubbed against the hidden furl of muscle that left Jack's entire body tensed, biting down on his lip to keep himself quiet.

Jack was staring up at the ceiling, so he didn't see what the brunette was doing know what the brunette was up to, feeling the one hand disappeared while the other stroked him steadily, until the pressure returned, slick and wet and slowly pushing. He stilled, the intrusion uncomfortable and foreign as he clung to the freckled boy poised above him. Hiccup left it at one finger, wiggling and pushing until Jack was squirming in discomfort. Then he brushed against something and it was like a switch had been thrown; Jack's jaw fell slack, a surprised moan spilling out as his hips jerked.

He felt Hiccup smile against his cheek, puffing out a warm breath of laughter against his cheek. He brushed it a couple more times before withdrawing his hand, slowly pushing in again with two fingers. Jack released his death grip on the other, collapsing against the bed with a gasp, legs locking around his hips. Hiccup continued this way, adding a third finger and steadily moving them inside the other boy, peppering kisses against his face and chest, laving his tongue over his nipples and drawing out breathy moans. Until finally, "E-Enough already," Jack ground out, gasping as the other boy immediately withdrew all three fingers at once.

"Impatient and demanding, as always," Hiccup said, earning a playful slap to the side of the head as Jack growled out him. "Okay okay," Hiccup laughed, realizing Jack was completely naked and he hadn't even undone the buckle on his trousers yet. He drew back to do just that and Jack followed him, yanking at the belt buckle. Hiccup practically collapsed against him as Jack finally got his hands around him, groaning as the pale boy quickly set to work, pushing him back and settling between his legs. Hiccup shouted when Jack went down on him, his shaft disappearing into his mouth, lavishing it with his tongue as he tried not to grin at the reaction. "Oh, shut up," he wheezed, triggering laughter that left him gasping and writhing, half-thrusting into his mouth until Jack had to bar his hips down with his arm to prevent from choking.

Before he could get close to orgasm, Hiccup pulled Jack off of him. "Alright, alright," he said, Jack letting go with a reluctant pop. Hiccup sat up, thumbing at the saliva that had trailed down his jaw before dragging Jack into his lap, hitching his knees on either side of his hips. He looked up at the winter spirit and kissed him, the boy shuddering as his dripping member brushed against the cleft of his ass.

Hiccup looked up at him and kissed him, distracting him as he took himself in hand and lined them up, slowly pushing in. His body immediately tensed, crying out as he pushed further in but Hiccup just swallowed the sound, refusing to relinquish his hold as he steadily inched further inside. They hadn't gotten close to this a few times before, but Hiccup always let Jack take control of the situation and for one reason or another it always ended before they could get this far. When he bottomed out, he finally let Jack breathe. He pulled back from the kiss, the other gasping and clinging to him, arms wrapped around his neck and legs tight around his hips. Hiccup did his best to soothe him, calmly running his hands over his sides and back, palms flat against his cold skin.

After a few minutes, Jack took a steadying breath and thrust back down against him, causing both to groan in unison. Hiccup took that as a green light, starting a shallow, steady rhythm, easily finding the bundle of nerves that had Jack moaning and trying to muffle it against Hiccup's neck, licking the skin and biting at his collarbone. Soon enough he was pushing back, his own member rubbing against the others' stomach with every thrust, sparks of pleasure dancing between them. Hiccup recovered enough of his brain to get a thought in, wrapping his hand around him, and Jack was gone, releasing with a cry and clamping down around Hiccup, triggering his orgasm.

The sound of wings beating against the night air drifted into the room before the two had recovered, signaling that Valka was home. A minute later Toothless suddenly came bounding into view, pushing them both down and wrapping his wings around them just before the door clicked open. Jack found reality again in the sudden darkness, blinking at Hiccup when the door creaked shut and the wing lifted. The brunette had a hand clamped over his mouth, eyes wide and face burning a deep shade of scarlet. It took him a minute to figure out why.

"You forgot Toothless was in the room, didn't you?"

So yeah, go ahead and thank queenofyoursoda ( queenofyoursoda-.-t-u-m-b-l-r-.-c-o-m without the dashes ) because if she hadn't said something, I wouldn't have posted it. I would have written it and kept it all to myself.

But yeah, I figured the last three chapters were stupidly depressing, so I ended it on a light note.

((Because I am a portal of angst, but I believe in happy endings.))