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Author: emocezi
Title: In the Shower
Wordcount: 1565
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own How To Train Your Dragon nor do I make a profit from this work of fiction.
A/N:
Hiccup Haddock III was the sole heir to Berk Industries. His father, a one-name man, was in the business of software technologies, he dealt with everything from the computers on the International Space Station, to children’s toys, to new computer designs.
To say that Hiccup was well off was laughable, to say that he was disgustingly, embarrassingly, filthy rich, would have been in the ball park on the amount of money he had inherited on his eighteenth birthday.
But that’s getting a bit off topic.
Hiccup could have lived with his father, or in any of the dozens of houses, apartments or condo’s that Stoick owned throughout the city of New York. But being the bone stubborn kind of fellow, just like his father, meant he wanted to make his own mark on the world, and that didn’t include accepting charity.
So Hiccup lived in a spacious two bedroom apartment with an amazing view of Central Park West. Just because he wanted to do things on his own didn’t mean he had to do them in squalor. Besides, he had his own money, not just from his inheritance fund, but also from designing the most purchased antivirus spyware of all time for his father’s company. Night Fury
He lived on his own…mostly. One of his friends from college had needed a place to crash for a couple of weeks and then had never left. The living arrangements suited them both. They split everything from utilities to food straight down the middle, and the tension that could be cut with a knife was ignored, unless they were drunk, but they never talked about that.
Tuffnut worked in Research and Development and had come up with a program called Zippleback with his twin sister that rivaled everything Gates and his Windows 7 team were coming up with. Tuff worked five says a week from eleven to six. A shift that meant he could sleep in and still have enough time in the evening to indulge in the night life if he chose to.
Our story begins with Tuff forgetting that Tuesdays were Hiccups primary day off, and as such, the skinny brunette loved to indulge in long hot showers in the main bathroom. There were two full bathrooms in the apartment, but the main one had a huge glass shower with six shower heads, a built in speaker system and a mirrored ceiling. So naturally, that was the bathroom that both men just had to use.
Tuff could hear the water, the muted strains of classic rock that drifted under the door, but his brain chose to ignore those signs and Tuff pushed open the bathroom door, blinking at the steamy air that stirred around him. Hiccup was standing under the spray, naked as the day he was born.
Tuff had always thought Hiccup was just skinny, but he could see now, that Hiccup was willow slim. Long, lean muscles running along his frame. The blonde knew he should just shut the door and walk away, but that tension that was always around whenever the two of them were in the same room exploded, and suddenly he was having trouble breathing.
Hiccup glanced over his shoulder suddenly, raising an eyebrow at the blonde who was fighting to keep his eyes above the belt.
“If you’re gonna just stand there, how about washing my back?” Tuff didn’t remember moving, but somehow he had gone from the door to the shower, standing close enough to feel the heat radiating off of Hiccup’s slim frame.
Suddenly he wasn’t sure if he should be here. It wasn’t strange to wake up after a night of partying to find Hiccup wrapped around him, bite marks up and down his neck and jaw line. But they never mentioned it the next morning, kept acting like everything was normal, and Tuff knew without a doubt, that whatever happened in this shower couldn’t be shoved away five minutes later.
“Stop thinking.” Hiccup growled, shoving him back against the tile and grabbing a handful of dreads to pull the taller man into a wet kiss.
“But-“
“But?” Hiccup purred, nipping at his chin. “You’re saying you don’t want me?”
“I never said that.” Tuff grabbed Hiccup’s jaw, forcing his head back to he could look into Hiccup’s eyes. “But this, you can’t make any excuses anymore. We’re not drunk.”
“I know that. You messed up my plans.”
“You had plans?” Tuff managed to grab Hiccup’s wandering hands before they wandered too far south and cut off his ability to think.
“Oh yeah. I was gonna corner you on the couch, unzip your pants and-.” Tuff’s eyes went wide and he swooped down to devour Hiccup’s very willing mouth. The brunette chuckled into the kiss, wiggling his fingers and trying to pull his wrists from Tuff’s grip. “Changed your mind did you?”
“I can’t stop thinking about you.” Tuff muttered between kisses. “You always act so cool, so untouchable, and it makes me want to tie you up and dress you down.”
“Mmmmm, yes please.” Hiccup murmured, nipping Tuff’s bottom lip, then soothing with his tongue. He pulled his wrists from Tuff’s slack grasp, one moving up to cup the back of Tuff’s neck, the other sliding down to wrap around his rock hard cock. Tuff jerked, growling and biting at Hiccup’s mouth as the brunette leisurely jacked him off.
Gripping Hiccup’s hips, he shifted their positions until Hiccup was the one pinned to the wall, legs wrapped around his waist, gasping like he was drowning.
“You little shit.” Tuff snarled, keeping Hiccup pinned to the wall with his body alone as he grabbed the soap bar, lathering it in his hands quickly and then wrapping his large hand around both of their cocks.
“OH fuck yes. Tuff, come on, don’t tease.” Hiccup all but purred, bucking up as best he could and wondering why it had taken them so long to get to here. He should have tied Tuffnut to the headboard when they were in college and ridden him until they were both too sore to move. But he’d started freaking out over being attracted to a guy and had shoved everything as far down as he could get it, just trying to ignore it all. It hadn’t worked so well, thank whatever god would listen for that.
“You, are the biggest tease I’ve ever met.”
“What are you gonna do about it?” Hiccup half shut his eyes as a shiver raced up his spine at the smirk on Tuff’s face.
“I’m gonna make you scream.”
“G-good luck with that.” Hiccup managed as Tuff started moving his soapy hand, the man obviously knew what he was doing, and Hiccup had to wonder how many guys he’d done this with. Not that he had any right to question Tuff’s partner count, neither of them were anywhere near to being blushing virgins.
“It’s not about luck Hiccup, it’s all about skill.” Tuff’s thumb rubbed over the weeping head of Hiccup’s erection, just rough enough to have the brunette arching into the feel.
“Yeah, who told you that?” Tuff smiled at the snark, nosing Hiccup’s chin up until that long neck was his for the taking. “Stop teasing.”
“You walk around the apartment in boxers, and I’m the one teasing? I’ve got you right where I want you, and I’ll do what I please.” Tuff muttered against the wet flesh he was putting marks on. He jerked his hand faster, squeezing slightly on the upstroke in the way that always made his own knees weak, a slight twist to his wrist that had Hiccup moaning out profanities.
“Faster, please God faster. Tuff, please. Oh godohgodohgod. Fuck.”
“Gonna scream for me?” Hiccup was squirming, clutching at Tuff’s shoulders and bucking up against him, trying to get that little bit extra that he was missing.
“Gotta work…a bit nnggh harder for that.” Hiccup bit out, the knot as the base of his spine tightening. The muscles in his lower belly were clenching, his entire body tensing in preparation for one hell of an awesome orgasm.
“Like this?” Tuff’s left hand, which had been supporting Hiccup’s weight, slid sinuously up his thigh, finding that little strip of skin just behind Hiccup’s balls and pressing, just hard enough to stimulate his prostate from the outside.
Hiccup would forever deny yelping Tuff’s name when he came, sagging bonelessly against the taller man who started stripping his own cock in earnest, growling and mouthing at Hiccup’s shoulder when he came.
The hot water chose that very moment to run out, and the two very high pitched girlish screams could be heard all the way down the hall.
By the time they’d managed to get all six shower heads shut off and climb out of the shower, both men were shivering. Tuff grabbed his towel from the warming bar, wrapping it around his waist, then grabbing another and wrapping up his dreads turban style. Hiccup snickered at him and grabbed his own towel, roughly scrubbing at his shorter hair until it was sticking up in every direction.
He dropped the towel on the toilet seat and strode out of the bathroom, naked as a jaybird. Tuff’s eyebrows rose as Hiccup glanced over his shoulder.
“The couch still needs breaking in you know, I’m not changing my plans just because you jumped me in the shower.”
Title: In the Shower
Wordcount: 1565
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own How To Train Your Dragon nor do I make a profit from this work of fiction.
A/N:
Hiccup Haddock III was the sole heir to Berk Industries. His father, a one-name man, was in the business of software technologies, he dealt with everything from the computers on the International Space Station, to children’s toys, to new computer designs.
To say that Hiccup was well off was laughable, to say that he was disgustingly, embarrassingly, filthy rich, would have been in the ball park on the amount of money he had inherited on his eighteenth birthday.
But that’s getting a bit off topic.
Hiccup could have lived with his father, or in any of the dozens of houses, apartments or condo’s that Stoick owned throughout the city of New York. But being the bone stubborn kind of fellow, just like his father, meant he wanted to make his own mark on the world, and that didn’t include accepting charity.
So Hiccup lived in a spacious two bedroom apartment with an amazing view of Central Park West. Just because he wanted to do things on his own didn’t mean he had to do them in squalor. Besides, he had his own money, not just from his inheritance fund, but also from designing the most purchased antivirus spyware of all time for his father’s company. Night Fury
He lived on his own…mostly. One of his friends from college had needed a place to crash for a couple of weeks and then had never left. The living arrangements suited them both. They split everything from utilities to food straight down the middle, and the tension that could be cut with a knife was ignored, unless they were drunk, but they never talked about that.
Tuffnut worked in Research and Development and had come up with a program called Zippleback with his twin sister that rivaled everything Gates and his Windows 7 team were coming up with. Tuff worked five says a week from eleven to six. A shift that meant he could sleep in and still have enough time in the evening to indulge in the night life if he chose to.
Our story begins with Tuff forgetting that Tuesdays were Hiccups primary day off, and as such, the skinny brunette loved to indulge in long hot showers in the main bathroom. There were two full bathrooms in the apartment, but the main one had a huge glass shower with six shower heads, a built in speaker system and a mirrored ceiling. So naturally, that was the bathroom that both men just had to use.
Tuff could hear the water, the muted strains of classic rock that drifted under the door, but his brain chose to ignore those signs and Tuff pushed open the bathroom door, blinking at the steamy air that stirred around him. Hiccup was standing under the spray, naked as the day he was born.
Tuff had always thought Hiccup was just skinny, but he could see now, that Hiccup was willow slim. Long, lean muscles running along his frame. The blonde knew he should just shut the door and walk away, but that tension that was always around whenever the two of them were in the same room exploded, and suddenly he was having trouble breathing.
Hiccup glanced over his shoulder suddenly, raising an eyebrow at the blonde who was fighting to keep his eyes above the belt.
“If you’re gonna just stand there, how about washing my back?” Tuff didn’t remember moving, but somehow he had gone from the door to the shower, standing close enough to feel the heat radiating off of Hiccup’s slim frame.
Suddenly he wasn’t sure if he should be here. It wasn’t strange to wake up after a night of partying to find Hiccup wrapped around him, bite marks up and down his neck and jaw line. But they never mentioned it the next morning, kept acting like everything was normal, and Tuff knew without a doubt, that whatever happened in this shower couldn’t be shoved away five minutes later.
“Stop thinking.” Hiccup growled, shoving him back against the tile and grabbing a handful of dreads to pull the taller man into a wet kiss.
“But-“
“But?” Hiccup purred, nipping at his chin. “You’re saying you don’t want me?”
“I never said that.” Tuff grabbed Hiccup’s jaw, forcing his head back to he could look into Hiccup’s eyes. “But this, you can’t make any excuses anymore. We’re not drunk.”
“I know that. You messed up my plans.”
“You had plans?” Tuff managed to grab Hiccup’s wandering hands before they wandered too far south and cut off his ability to think.
“Oh yeah. I was gonna corner you on the couch, unzip your pants and-.” Tuff’s eyes went wide and he swooped down to devour Hiccup’s very willing mouth. The brunette chuckled into the kiss, wiggling his fingers and trying to pull his wrists from Tuff’s grip. “Changed your mind did you?”
“I can’t stop thinking about you.” Tuff muttered between kisses. “You always act so cool, so untouchable, and it makes me want to tie you up and dress you down.”
“Mmmmm, yes please.” Hiccup murmured, nipping Tuff’s bottom lip, then soothing with his tongue. He pulled his wrists from Tuff’s slack grasp, one moving up to cup the back of Tuff’s neck, the other sliding down to wrap around his rock hard cock. Tuff jerked, growling and biting at Hiccup’s mouth as the brunette leisurely jacked him off.
Gripping Hiccup’s hips, he shifted their positions until Hiccup was the one pinned to the wall, legs wrapped around his waist, gasping like he was drowning.
“You little shit.” Tuff snarled, keeping Hiccup pinned to the wall with his body alone as he grabbed the soap bar, lathering it in his hands quickly and then wrapping his large hand around both of their cocks.
“OH fuck yes. Tuff, come on, don’t tease.” Hiccup all but purred, bucking up as best he could and wondering why it had taken them so long to get to here. He should have tied Tuffnut to the headboard when they were in college and ridden him until they were both too sore to move. But he’d started freaking out over being attracted to a guy and had shoved everything as far down as he could get it, just trying to ignore it all. It hadn’t worked so well, thank whatever god would listen for that.
“You, are the biggest tease I’ve ever met.”
“What are you gonna do about it?” Hiccup half shut his eyes as a shiver raced up his spine at the smirk on Tuff’s face.
“I’m gonna make you scream.”
“G-good luck with that.” Hiccup managed as Tuff started moving his soapy hand, the man obviously knew what he was doing, and Hiccup had to wonder how many guys he’d done this with. Not that he had any right to question Tuff’s partner count, neither of them were anywhere near to being blushing virgins.
“It’s not about luck Hiccup, it’s all about skill.” Tuff’s thumb rubbed over the weeping head of Hiccup’s erection, just rough enough to have the brunette arching into the feel.
“Yeah, who told you that?” Tuff smiled at the snark, nosing Hiccup’s chin up until that long neck was his for the taking. “Stop teasing.”
“You walk around the apartment in boxers, and I’m the one teasing? I’ve got you right where I want you, and I’ll do what I please.” Tuff muttered against the wet flesh he was putting marks on. He jerked his hand faster, squeezing slightly on the upstroke in the way that always made his own knees weak, a slight twist to his wrist that had Hiccup moaning out profanities.
“Faster, please God faster. Tuff, please. Oh godohgodohgod. Fuck.”
“Gonna scream for me?” Hiccup was squirming, clutching at Tuff’s shoulders and bucking up against him, trying to get that little bit extra that he was missing.
“Gotta work…a bit nnggh harder for that.” Hiccup bit out, the knot as the base of his spine tightening. The muscles in his lower belly were clenching, his entire body tensing in preparation for one hell of an awesome orgasm.
“Like this?” Tuff’s left hand, which had been supporting Hiccup’s weight, slid sinuously up his thigh, finding that little strip of skin just behind Hiccup’s balls and pressing, just hard enough to stimulate his prostate from the outside.
Hiccup would forever deny yelping Tuff’s name when he came, sagging bonelessly against the taller man who started stripping his own cock in earnest, growling and mouthing at Hiccup’s shoulder when he came.
The hot water chose that very moment to run out, and the two very high pitched girlish screams could be heard all the way down the hall.
By the time they’d managed to get all six shower heads shut off and climb out of the shower, both men were shivering. Tuff grabbed his towel from the warming bar, wrapping it around his waist, then grabbing another and wrapping up his dreads turban style. Hiccup snickered at him and grabbed his own towel, roughly scrubbing at his shorter hair until it was sticking up in every direction.
He dropped the towel on the toilet seat and strode out of the bathroom, naked as a jaybird. Tuff’s eyebrows rose as Hiccup glanced over his shoulder.
“The couch still needs breaking in you know, I’m not changing my plans just because you jumped me in the shower.”