Biology

Chapter 18

Three weeks into having made their relationship official at school found life becoming infinitely easier for both of them. The other students rarely bothered Jack anymore, even when Hiccup wasn't around, and the formerly-necessary grandstanding had declined to being pretty much nonexistent.

Aster continued to sit with them at lunch, and a few days after he had appeared he was joined by two of Hiccup's other friends, a blonde girl named Astrid and a fiery redhead called Merida. The next day another boy from the rugby team, Nod, sat with them as well.

Up to six people, their table was becoming increasingly lively, and Jack, though at first a little awkward about it, slowly began to adjust and relax, even beginning to enjoy himself. The idea that he was actually making friends now was kind of a foreign one to Jack, particularly considering they were all jocks and tough kids.

But outside of Berk High things were the same: Jack was still forbidden to see Hiccup, and Hiccup's father wasn't even aware Jack existed. Because of this they had never even made it out on a second date, despite the length of time they had been together.

Their relationship continued to be strange and off-beat, even though it's wasn't a complete secret anymore.

It was a Friday when Hiccup caught him just outside of the cafeteria before he could actually go inside. Jack was surprised when the brunet just grabbed his hand and tugged him along, away from the lunch room. He was even more surprised when, a few minutes later, they ended up in a back corner of the currently-empty library.

"Hiccup, why are we...?"

"Just—shut up, okay?" Hiccup grabbed his backpack and dropped it out of the way, then reached to grasp his arms and pulled him into a kiss. A moment later he sighed against Jack's lips. "We've only got forty-five minutes, here."

"F-forty-five minutes for what—?"

The answer he received was another kiss and Hiccup pushing him back against the wall behind him. Jack made a soft sound when his shoulders connected with the painted brick but didn't complain because—really—the kissing was nice and, though he had never said as much, he had really missed it.

Sighing, he leaned back into the cool cement, hands coming up, one to rest at Hiccup's chest and the other to hold at the side of the other teen's neck—and Hiccup's palms slid down his sides to rest at his hips lightly, then drifted around to the small of his back.

"Hic—ah—" Jack still muttered a quiet protest a moment later when Hiccup tilted his head to kiss along his throat. "J-just remember no marks... o-okay?"

"Mmh." Hiccup agreed absently—and when his teeth grazed along Jack's jaw then, it was done gently. Then he simply moved back up to catch his boyfriend's lips with his own again.

It had been a long while since they had had the opportunity to be alone like this, but still the kisses started off light, gentle and intimate, quiet reassurance that yes, they were friendly in public, but they were most definitely much, much more than just friends. The soft feel of Hiccup's mouth against his had Jack sighing, his eyes closed and lashes fluttering.

A few minutes of that, though, and the brunet pressed a little closer, tilting his head and kissing him deeper, more firmly, his tongue sliding forward to explore boldly—Jack accepted it with nothing more than a quiet, pleased murmur and the sliding of his arms, up to wrap around Hiccup's neck . One hand came up to thread into auburn hair.

There was silence in the otherwise empty library, broken only by soft sighs and unintelligible murmurs from the two boys—and then, after a while, quiet groans and panted breaths when Hiccup's hands began to wander, up Jack's back and back down before dipping under the edge of his shirt to rub along heated skin.