Jack sighed, seeing the pulled up car and leaned over, looking in to find a older man, with brunette hair and faint freckles painting his cheeks. “200 for the night, fifty for a quicky.” Jack said, his lips painted a bright red, eyelashes painted with the mascara from the convenient store.
The cold wind made him shiver; he was only in a power blue corset and tight black pants. He ran finger fingers through his short hair and gave a smirk. “I’ve never seen you before, are you sure you can handle me?” He challenged.
"Stop tensing, I’m fine…" He assured between another kiss. He giggled slightly at the boy’s words, this time not even holding himself up for it. "Well, that’s more than fine by me…" He murmured, kissing him as he pushed him down on the lounge, fingers pulling at his hair as he straddled the boy’s waist.
"Need me to direct you again?" He asked teasingly, before grinding himself down onto Hiccup, moving to his neck to kiss and bite there. He was glad that he could actually bruise the boy’s neck, and not have to worry about being hit.
He grinded his hips down again, moaning slightly for feeling Hiccup’s length. “Hm, I think I know where all that vikingness you were talking about is…” He teased with a grin, pulling him I for another kiss.
He gave a groan when he was pushed down, body quickly responding to Jack when the white haired male straddled his lap. Hiccup bucked up into him, hands grabbing his hips and a low moan leaving him when he felt teeth at his neck.
At the viking comment he flushed, and would have hid his face into that slender neck if Jack hadn’t pulled him in for another kiss. He cupped his head, deepening the kiss as he gently pulled at his hair.
Jack grinded down again, gasping slightly and laughing. He kissed him again, loving that Hiccup was enjoying himself just as much as Jack was. He kissed him again, nibbling his bottom lip teasingly with a smirk.
He didn’t hear the door open, but suddenly he heard a gasp, and someone drop. Jack looked up, eyes widening as he saw a blonde at the door, her handbag dropped as he covered her mouth with her hand, eyes widened in shock. Jack jumped off Hiccup, blushing darkly. He wasn’t stupid; this was obviously either Astrid, or a relitive. And judging by the fact Hiccup hadn’t mentioned a sister when talking about Stoick, this was Astrid.
"You." She narrowed her blue eyes at the man who was still lying on the couch. "I come back here to try and sort things out- and I come home to this?" She yelled, gesturing to the still flustered boy. "You’re fucking male prostitutes now? Was I not slutty enough?" She asked, making Jack flinch. He was used to being called a slut yes; but he didn’t want to be called one around Hiccup.
He felt himself shrink back, looking down to avoid eye contact as the woman continued to yell. He took his bread from nearby, and moved towards the door, assuming the night was over.