Something Wild

Chapter 7

This one's one of my personal favorites, so I hope you like it! It has a little bit of kind-of smut too, but nothing really that graphic. Happy reading!

Hiccup's POV

I woke up to the sounds of seagulls and the rush of the waves. It was time to drug the captain.

"Jack. Jack, wake up," I whispered to Jack, shaking him a little bit.

"Huh?" He said, half awake. He looked up at me and opened his eyes all the way, and then laughed, remembering last night.

"Did we really do that last night?" He asked, getting a small laugh from me in return.

"Yep. Man, that was wild. You were fucking amazing babe," I smirked. He blushed so hard his entire body heated up.

"Not nearly as good as you. Seriously, I've never done anything quite like that. You're an animal Hiccup," he replied, getting up off of me and stretching, his hands almost hitting the top of the boat. He grabbed his shirt and slipped it on, waiting a second before turning to me.

"A fucking beast."

This was an entirely new side of Jack Frost, and I was loving it. He had never said anything quite like that, and it drove me crazy. His voice was deeper and creamier but rasp at the same time, and his features were highlighted so perfectly by the light let in by the windows of the boat.

"Oh my god Jack, you're turning me on. Where has this Jack Frost been? I'm liking him." I said as I stood up and made out with him aggressively, in the process re-removing the shirt he had just put on.

"I don't know, I guess you just brought him out," he breathed. "I'm liking him too. I love you. You don't know how much I love loving you. I fucking love you, maniac."

"I love you too," I hummed, pushing him up against the wall, pinning his arms above his head.

"Go wild babe," he purred. "Do whatever you want to me."

"You know I will," I replied, kissing him again, feeling his body against mine. I let go of his hands and instead held his waist, pressing my hands into his back, slipping my fingers into the back of his shorts. He kissed me back, his hands reaching under my shirt, and when we disconnected to breathe he lifted it above my head, throwing my shirt to the floor. He kissed me hard and rough, his usual delicate self melting away into a beast of dominance and aggression. A fucking sexy beast of dominance and aggression.

"Shit, you are so hot," I whispered between kisses.

"What the fuck are you talking about. You're the hot one."

"Who said that?"

He sighed, a little bit exasperated. "No one."

"Exactly. You're the hot one, you idiot."

"I'm not an idiot. I got all A's on my senior report card."

"You nerd," I said, kissing him deeper.

"You think I'm a nerd, huh?" He replied, pulling away from the kiss.

"I fucking love nerds. Especially ones with white hair and blue eyes."

"And I love sexy boys with odd names and attractive faces."

"That's close enough, I suppose."

"Who else would I be talking about, Snoutlout?"

"Did you fuck Snoutlout? If so, nice job babe, he's hot."

"You're joking, right?"

"Uh, duh. He isn't hot at all. And he's not gay anyways."

"Good. I just want to fuck you."

"Your wish is my command."

"Round two begins!"

"Fuck yeah."

But just as I was about to pull off his shorts, I heard footsteps.

Jack's POV

"Oh shit!" I whisper-yelled, grabbing his wrist and pulling him behind a crate. The hatch opened, and a man began walking down the stairs.

"Do you have it?" Hiccup whispered to me, and I nodded, pulling a small syringe out of my backpack that was conveniently placed beside me. I handed it to him, knowing that he would be better for the job than me. He crept up behind the man who was trying to find something in a nearby box, and stabbed the syringe into his shoulder, plunging the needle into his skin. The man straightened up and began to yelp in pain, but then slumped to the floor in a deep sleep.

"Nice!" I said to Hiccup, softly though, just in case the man woke up. He removed the syringe from the man and placed it in the backpack, and we headed up to the top of the boat.

Hiccup's POV

I smelled sea water and tasted the salty air, breathing in and out heavily, taking in the surroundings. The sky was practically cloudless, and the sun beat down on us, making my shirt stick to my back from the sweat. The ship wasn't moving much, without a captain it was idle, rather aimless. The water was aquamarine green, and amber-hued seaweed swished in the ocean breeze, the tips just reaching the surface. I leaned over the side and watched a school of fish speed by, following the lawful tides.

"This is beautiful!" Jack exclaimed, his hands on the edge of the boat, bracing it with excitement. "I love the sea!"

"Me too!" I yelled excitedly, taking his hands and spinning him around on the small ship deck. He laughed with joy, his smile vivacious and bright. We slowed to a stop, each of us giggling like children.

"We're finally free, Hic," Jack said, smiling up at me.

"Wild and free," I replied, looking at Jack's neck where the marks from the love bites still were. "Wild and free."

"Come on, let's steer this ship," Jack said, motioning for me to follow into the room where the controls were stationed. A sailor's cap hung on a coat hanger by the door, which Jack grabbed and fixated on his head with playful dignity. I laughed a little at him and I saw him blush a little bit before he turned around, embarrassed.

"Do you know how to work this thing?" I asked, looking at all of the controls. I imagined more of a pirate ship style wooden wheel, but this boat wasn't quite like that.

"Lucky for you, I do. Well, some of it anyways. I sailed in high school and college."

"Dork."

"Shut up!" He said, playfully jabbing me in the arm.

"Aww, Jack you know I love you, my little sailor." I walked over to him and put my arm around him, kissing his cheek and ruffling his hair under the sailor hat.

"I know. I'm just joking," he replied, rolling his eyes. "But don't call me your little sailor."

"Okay, your highness."

"Not that either," he smirked, sitting down and taking the helm.

"I'm going to steer this baby for a while. You mind looking around the boat? Find the food and stuff. And also read the user's manual to the controls." He threw me a huge book titled: "The sailor's step-by-step guide to ship steering" and motioned for me to leave.

"Wow, that was quick," I said. "You are quite the controlling captain, Jack Frost."

"Sorry love, just doing my job," he replied, swiveling his chair around to look at me.

"I know. Keep it up."