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Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III stomped the snow off his boots, then shook the powder from where it had accumulated from his shoulders as he got inside. He pulled the warm woolen hat from the top of his head, shivering as a few flakes tumbled down into the back of his shirt, his brown hair shaking.
He closed the door behind him, toeing off his boots and groaning as, of course, he stepped in the one wet spot on the floor. “Of course…” He mumbled as he tossed that sock off as well as hooking his coat up by the door.
Padding into the living room wearing only one sock, Hiccup half smiled, half scowled as he saw a pair of pale bare feet sticking over the arm of the sofa. ‘How is it he can NEVER be cold?!’ he thought to himself, making sure to be extra silent getting over there.
Lying on the couch face-down, wearing nothing but a bright blue tank top and thin brown sweats, Hiccup saw his boyfriend of quite a number of years now – Jack Frost, his bright white hair a shock against the dark grey of the sofa cushion he was napping on. Hiccup grinned as his eye ran over the cute, pale boy who was asleep so innocently, about to be awoken so mischievously…
The brown haired lad sat on the brown clad thighs, not caring at the light stirring to his right as he started tracing the fingers of his left hand down the bare, upturned soles gently. “Wakey wakey Jaaaack.”
“Mmmm mhmhmm hmmhmmhmmhmhmhmHHeHe eEHEH EHEEHEHEHEE EEHEEESHTAHAAP EHEHEEH EHEHHSTHAAP IHIHIT! EHEHE HEIHIHIHICCUPPPPP!” Jack was startled awake as his long, thin size 12’s were stroked by the boy currently sitting on his legs.
Hiccup felt Jack twisting and turning under him and behind him, having turned forty five degrees to be able to start teasing the soft, vulnerable soles with both hands. “How do you keep ‘em so soft? You’re always barefoot! Not that I’m complaining…”
Jack twisted, saw his boyfriend turn back toward him and wink before the brunette turned himself and his wicked fingers back to Jack’s soles. “EEHHEHEEHEEHEHEEH EHEEH EEHEEHE HEIHIH JUHUHUST DOOHOHO NOW AHEHEHE EHSHTHAAP LEHT ME GHHAHAHAHAAA! HEHE EHEHE EHEHEHEHE EHEEHEHEHEE!”
Hiccup, having spent the day working, was more than happy to unwind and take all his frustrations out on his wiggly giggly boyfriend’s big soft soles, scratching all around the heels. He turned to grin again, “You know some good boyfriends make their man dinner for when he gets home, or so I hear. In your case, this is much better.”
“NEEEHEEHEHEHEEEE EHIHIHITS NAHAHAHAHT AHAHAHA BETTER AT AHHAHAHAAALL HEHE EHE EHE HIHCCUUPPP HAHAHAHAH STAHAHAAP IIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!” Jack scrambled and squealed, finally managing to wrest his feet from the slightly larger brunette with a well-timed squirmy buck against his backside, which resulted in Hiccup toppling to the floor in a pile.
“Oof!”
Jack, wide smile still plastered on his face, caught sight of the one bare sole on his boyfriend and reached out, raking it wildly for a minute. “Coochie coo!”
“EAAHAHAH AHAHA AHAHHAAHAHAAAHHAHAM GONNA GET YOHOHOU!” Hiccup shrieked himself, twisting and turning before getting to his feet and chasing after Jack, who had already made it down the hall in a futile attempt to get away.
This was a long-standing game of theirs; Hiccup had thing for feet since… Ever, and Jack was super supportive. The pale, spirited young man was always one to be playful and loved to laugh. So they had great fun together, Jack ‘letting’ Hiccup tickle his feet, escaping, and hiding badly.
Like today; Hiccup turned into the kitchen and with a cursory glance didn’t see his boyfriend. But he knew he’d be somewhere in here, so he was slowly stalking around, and he couldn’t help but grin spotting a single left foot sticking out from one of the lower cabinets that was ajar.
He sat down next to it, simply reaching out and dragging a finger up and down the arch, loudly proclaiming, “Well isn’t this perfect, our cupboard are growing feet, just for me?”
As his boyfriend giggled and knocked a few pots around inside the cupboard, Hiccup kept up this light teasing of both his finger and his voice, “I wonder what else is going to grow feet around here for me? I mean just last week I’m pretty sure the coffee table grew a pair, now the cupboards? Tsk, tsk, tsk!”
Jack giggled and squirmed inside the small, dark space, his free leg kicking as he struggled to keep his left one outside the door. As he felt Hiccup’s finger leave it, he thought himself won. A foolish idea, as the only warning he had was a puff of warm breath before he felt a long, hot lap of a tongue that travelled from heel to toes.
“EEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Jack screamed, his leg pulling inside and panting, arms around his legs for a full minute before he sighed and grumbled to himself, pushing his way out of the cabinet doors. He half-heartedly glared up at his standing boyfriend, still wearing just the one sock.
“Lost again huh?” Hiccup smiled sweetly down at the pale boy.
Jack would only mumble in defeat as Hiccup picked him up, carrying him back across the hall to their bedroom. This was the final phase of their little games, usually. Jack would hide, get away, hide again - if he got away again he’d win… something? That had never happened though – this final step, Hiccup would drag him to their bedroom and…
Hiccup thought back to the last weekend, Jack having danced around barefoot, gliding on the ice as he himself tried and failed at skating. He fell countless times, glaring at his cold-toed companion. It was time to finally answer a question he had since they started going out…
He deposited Jack on the big, comfy chair next to their bed, strapping the pale boy’s wrists to the armrests with a set of Velcro straps he had sewn into them eons ago, before opening the smaller of their two closets. Hiccup wheeled out a small table, about a foot wide with stocks inlaid in one end and machinery at the other.
Jack squirmed playfully as his brown haired boyfriend trapped his soles, not for the first time. Thick wooden plank cut in two with padded, comfy holes cut out of them, perfectly tailored to shut and fit like a glove over his think ankles. This wasn’t new. What was, however was the machine poised now at the other end. As it turned on, he gasped!
His soles were always cold. Luke-warm, at best. But the pair of space heaters kept a simple 12 inches from his size 12s blew warm air all over them. Jack whimpered, shifting uncontrollably as his soles tingled, unsure what any of this was for.
Hiccup however sat back, watching his boyfriend’s soles colour, wiggling in place. His toes would curl and wiggle, splaying out as warmth ghosted over then until a few minutes passed and they had pinked up and start shining with a heat they hadn’t felt in... Years?
“W-what’s AHhhhh going on Hicc? MMm it’s too… mmmwarm!” Jack squirmed relentlessly in the chair, heat on his feet unfamiliar and tingly.
The brown haired lad pulls a piece of paper from his back pocket, well-worn and held-on-to. “Well this says ‘One hour, anything goes.’ That you gave me for my birthday a month ago.” He grinned as Jack squirmed, almost certain Hiccup had used this two days ago. In fact, as he stuffed it back into his pocket, the white haired boy was sure this was the fourth time it had been used, the cheat!
But there wasn’t much he could do about it now, strapped and trapped as he was. So as Hiccup turned off and lifted away the heaters, he gulped as they were replaced by a rolled up leather kit that soon unravelled. Feathers, brushes, tools and toys of all fashion were lain out but inches from his soles.
“A-awe c’mon H-Hiccup. Isn’t that just a bit much?” Jack asked as his brown haired beau took an elastic and slid it under his two big toes, pulling them back to a nail he had placed an inch from the bottom of the stocks on the legs side of them.
“Admitting total defeat, Jackie? I thought you were always up for some fun and laughs!” Hiccup winked, dragging a fingertip down the insole of Jack’s left foot.
“EEEYAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” Jack shrieked, far louder than either of them had anticipated.
That single digit on his sole has felt way worse than all five just a few minutes ago… That single digit on his warm sole… “H-Hicc, I think thAAHAHAHAH AHA AANAH ANA ANAHAAHANHAANHAAHAAAHA AHAHHAAHAHAAHAAHAA!”
Jack never finished his thought as Hiccup couldn’t contain himself any longer, faced with rosy toesies he attacked – his soft fingertips flew teasingly over his boyfriend’s stretched soles.
“AAAHAHAAA AAHAHA ANAHAA AAHAHA HAA AAAOMGAAHAHAAHA AHDDD HAHAAHA AHAHA HAAHA AHIHIHCUCHUP HAHHAH AHAHAHAH DAAAHAHAAAMMITT!” Jack’s feet had never felt quite as sensitive as they did right this second – tied back, warmed up and helpless at his Hiccup’s mercy…
The Viking lad was very much having the time of his life – not that he didn’t enjoy all the other times he had strapped the pale boy’s soles down and went to town (fond memories passed through the forefront of his mind: the coffee table torture, the rolled-up-in-the-sheets-weekend, the stuck-through-the-wall incident that lead them here…)
Hiccup shook himself out of his memories as he spotted Jack’s face, tears streaming down it. Concerned, he stopped, simply rubbing the slightly cooled-down soles. “You ‘kay there?”
Jack panted and heaved, his soles were so much more ticklish than he had felt them in… Ever! He was thankful that Hiccup had stopped! But…
He couldn’t give up!
Jack had never given up whenever Hiccup tickled him – it was just tickling. Sure it was torture, and made him laugh hysterically, and after an hour he’d do ANYthing for it to end… But he refused to just let that beat him!
“P-perfect! Better than ever – w-what you stopping for? Give up?” Jack grinned impishly.
Hiccup blinked, then smiled at the brash nature of his boyfriend. Jack was always way too impulsive and competitive for his own good. That’s one of the reasons they were so good together, the brown haired Viking was a bit… meeker, in most situations – slow, calculating.
Jack on the other hand was prone to immediate action and stupid risks, like saying things like “Bring those heaters back then, they barely did anythin’!”
Hiccup shrugged and sat them on the corners of the table facing Jack’s soles, angled so that they would blow hot air over the feet as he was still able to have some fun.
The white haired boy gasped the second hot air was once again buffeting his soles. He then started shrieking as they were joined by the soft, irritickling of a pair of fluffy blue feathers. “AEHEEEH EHE HEHHE EH EEEHE HEHEHEHHHHHAHAHAHDAHAAAMMITT EHHEHEHEIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHICCUP! YEEHEEHEHEEHEE EHEHE EEHEHEHEE EHHEEEEEEEE IHIITHIHCIKLESSS!”
“Good, it’s supposed to!” Hiccup rebuked, flicking the feathers across the warming heels, then up the long, thin arches. “Would hate to think I was doing this wrong…” He teased.
Jack was in no laughing mood… That’s a lie, he was giggling up a storm! “AHAHEHEHE EHE EE EHE EEH EHEH EHE E EH EEHEHEH EH EH EH EHE EH EEH EHE E EH E E EE E EHE HEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE EEHE EE EEHHEE EH EHE EEEEHE EEEEHEHEH EH EEHEHEHEHEHEEHEH EH EH!!!”
Hiccup dragged the feathers up to start sawing between his Jack’s pulled back toes and their corresponding counterpart, seeing the sprite start cackling and throw his head back. He grinning, thinking back to a few minutes ago when he started showing concern for his ticklish boyfriend. Maybe…
“Ok, I know it’s only been 15 minutes, but you’ve clearly had enough…” He turned the heaters off as he laid the feathers back in his kit, watching Jack’s face out the corner of his eye.
It was red in the cheeks, an adorable colour on the normally pale boy. As soon as he gained enough strength to, he blurted out another utterly foolish phrase for his own tickle-health.
That was how, not ten minutes later, Jack Frost’s soles were shining with a thin coat of baby oil and he himself was cursing into a bright blue ballgag. Heat was caressing and his bare soles, all ten toes tied back as he sat watching Hiccup watch him.
Hiccup had gagged him, saying it was for his own safety, after Jack had all but demanded the ‘free hour’ start only after his soles were ‘cooked’. Hiccup had agreed, of course. But decided letting his boyfriend dig his hole any deeper tonight wouldn’t be needed, and gagged him.
So once his soles were bright red and tingling madly enough from the viking’s point of view, he readjusted the heaters to the sides once more and revelled at how Jack SCREAMED into the gag the instant the toothbrush’s soft bristles started on the center of his left arch. He scrubbed in small circles, outward for a minute, eyes darting from soles to face then back until he had made the round of the middle of this foot.
“One down, fifty nine to go!” He announced happily, toothbrush in his left hand starting from the opposite point on Jack’s right foot.
Jack howled and kicked and screamed and there was nothing he could do as his tied, oiled and heated ice-spirit soles were brushed with a thousand tiny bristles. Well, he couldn’t move, or stop it, and most of it was his own idea… And he didn’t notice that Hiccup counted the 28th minute about 5 times…
But it was a night neither of them forgot!
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Been a while - hope you're all well. This was a commissioned work of long-time boyfriends Hiccup (How To Train Your Dragon) and Jack (Frost, Rise of The Guardians) spend a normal evening together. Well, normal enough for a tickle fiend and a guy who just cannot lose!
If you'd like to read more similar, they're all up here: https://www.deviantart.com/bigbluefeather
He closed the door behind him, toeing off his boots and groaning as, of course, he stepped in the one wet spot on the floor. “Of course…” He mumbled as he tossed that sock off as well as hooking his coat up by the door.
Padding into the living room wearing only one sock, Hiccup half smiled, half scowled as he saw a pair of pale bare feet sticking over the arm of the sofa. ‘How is it he can NEVER be cold?!’ he thought to himself, making sure to be extra silent getting over there.
Lying on the couch face-down, wearing nothing but a bright blue tank top and thin brown sweats, Hiccup saw his boyfriend of quite a number of years now – Jack Frost, his bright white hair a shock against the dark grey of the sofa cushion he was napping on. Hiccup grinned as his eye ran over the cute, pale boy who was asleep so innocently, about to be awoken so mischievously…
The brown haired lad sat on the brown clad thighs, not caring at the light stirring to his right as he started tracing the fingers of his left hand down the bare, upturned soles gently. “Wakey wakey Jaaaack.”
“Mmmm mhmhmm hmmhmmhmmhmhmhmHHeHe eEHEH EHEEHEHEHEE EEHEEESHTAHAAP EHEHEEH EHEHHSTHAAP IHIHIT! EHEHE HEIHIHIHICCUPPPPP!” Jack was startled awake as his long, thin size 12’s were stroked by the boy currently sitting on his legs.
Hiccup felt Jack twisting and turning under him and behind him, having turned forty five degrees to be able to start teasing the soft, vulnerable soles with both hands. “How do you keep ‘em so soft? You’re always barefoot! Not that I’m complaining…”
Jack twisted, saw his boyfriend turn back toward him and wink before the brunette turned himself and his wicked fingers back to Jack’s soles. “EEHHEHEEHEEHEHEEH EHEEH EEHEEHE HEIHIH JUHUHUST DOOHOHO NOW AHEHEHE EHSHTHAAP LEHT ME GHHAHAHAHAAA! HEHE EHEHE EHEHEHEHE EHEEHEHEHEE!”
Hiccup, having spent the day working, was more than happy to unwind and take all his frustrations out on his wiggly giggly boyfriend’s big soft soles, scratching all around the heels. He turned to grin again, “You know some good boyfriends make their man dinner for when he gets home, or so I hear. In your case, this is much better.”
“NEEEHEEHEHEHEEEE EHIHIHITS NAHAHAHAHT AHAHAHA BETTER AT AHHAHAHAAALL HEHE EHE EHE HIHCCUUPPP HAHAHAHAH STAHAHAAP IIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!” Jack scrambled and squealed, finally managing to wrest his feet from the slightly larger brunette with a well-timed squirmy buck against his backside, which resulted in Hiccup toppling to the floor in a pile.
“Oof!”
Jack, wide smile still plastered on his face, caught sight of the one bare sole on his boyfriend and reached out, raking it wildly for a minute. “Coochie coo!”
“EAAHAHAH AHAHA AHAHHAAHAHAAAHHAHAM GONNA GET YOHOHOU!” Hiccup shrieked himself, twisting and turning before getting to his feet and chasing after Jack, who had already made it down the hall in a futile attempt to get away.
This was a long-standing game of theirs; Hiccup had thing for feet since… Ever, and Jack was super supportive. The pale, spirited young man was always one to be playful and loved to laugh. So they had great fun together, Jack ‘letting’ Hiccup tickle his feet, escaping, and hiding badly.
Like today; Hiccup turned into the kitchen and with a cursory glance didn’t see his boyfriend. But he knew he’d be somewhere in here, so he was slowly stalking around, and he couldn’t help but grin spotting a single left foot sticking out from one of the lower cabinets that was ajar.
He sat down next to it, simply reaching out and dragging a finger up and down the arch, loudly proclaiming, “Well isn’t this perfect, our cupboard are growing feet, just for me?”
As his boyfriend giggled and knocked a few pots around inside the cupboard, Hiccup kept up this light teasing of both his finger and his voice, “I wonder what else is going to grow feet around here for me? I mean just last week I’m pretty sure the coffee table grew a pair, now the cupboards? Tsk, tsk, tsk!”
Jack giggled and squirmed inside the small, dark space, his free leg kicking as he struggled to keep his left one outside the door. As he felt Hiccup’s finger leave it, he thought himself won. A foolish idea, as the only warning he had was a puff of warm breath before he felt a long, hot lap of a tongue that travelled from heel to toes.
“EEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Jack screamed, his leg pulling inside and panting, arms around his legs for a full minute before he sighed and grumbled to himself, pushing his way out of the cabinet doors. He half-heartedly glared up at his standing boyfriend, still wearing just the one sock.
“Lost again huh?” Hiccup smiled sweetly down at the pale boy.
Jack would only mumble in defeat as Hiccup picked him up, carrying him back across the hall to their bedroom. This was the final phase of their little games, usually. Jack would hide, get away, hide again - if he got away again he’d win… something? That had never happened though – this final step, Hiccup would drag him to their bedroom and…
Hiccup thought back to the last weekend, Jack having danced around barefoot, gliding on the ice as he himself tried and failed at skating. He fell countless times, glaring at his cold-toed companion. It was time to finally answer a question he had since they started going out…
He deposited Jack on the big, comfy chair next to their bed, strapping the pale boy’s wrists to the armrests with a set of Velcro straps he had sewn into them eons ago, before opening the smaller of their two closets. Hiccup wheeled out a small table, about a foot wide with stocks inlaid in one end and machinery at the other.
Jack squirmed playfully as his brown haired boyfriend trapped his soles, not for the first time. Thick wooden plank cut in two with padded, comfy holes cut out of them, perfectly tailored to shut and fit like a glove over his think ankles. This wasn’t new. What was, however was the machine poised now at the other end. As it turned on, he gasped!
His soles were always cold. Luke-warm, at best. But the pair of space heaters kept a simple 12 inches from his size 12s blew warm air all over them. Jack whimpered, shifting uncontrollably as his soles tingled, unsure what any of this was for.
Hiccup however sat back, watching his boyfriend’s soles colour, wiggling in place. His toes would curl and wiggle, splaying out as warmth ghosted over then until a few minutes passed and they had pinked up and start shining with a heat they hadn’t felt in... Years?
“W-what’s AHhhhh going on Hicc? MMm it’s too… mmmwarm!” Jack squirmed relentlessly in the chair, heat on his feet unfamiliar and tingly.
The brown haired lad pulls a piece of paper from his back pocket, well-worn and held-on-to. “Well this says ‘One hour, anything goes.’ That you gave me for my birthday a month ago.” He grinned as Jack squirmed, almost certain Hiccup had used this two days ago. In fact, as he stuffed it back into his pocket, the white haired boy was sure this was the fourth time it had been used, the cheat!
But there wasn’t much he could do about it now, strapped and trapped as he was. So as Hiccup turned off and lifted away the heaters, he gulped as they were replaced by a rolled up leather kit that soon unravelled. Feathers, brushes, tools and toys of all fashion were lain out but inches from his soles.
“A-awe c’mon H-Hiccup. Isn’t that just a bit much?” Jack asked as his brown haired beau took an elastic and slid it under his two big toes, pulling them back to a nail he had placed an inch from the bottom of the stocks on the legs side of them.
“Admitting total defeat, Jackie? I thought you were always up for some fun and laughs!” Hiccup winked, dragging a fingertip down the insole of Jack’s left foot.
“EEEYAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” Jack shrieked, far louder than either of them had anticipated.
That single digit on his sole has felt way worse than all five just a few minutes ago… That single digit on his warm sole… “H-Hicc, I think thAAHAHAHAH AHA AANAH ANA ANAHAAHANHAANHAAHAAAHA AHAHHAAHAHAAHAAHAA!”
Jack never finished his thought as Hiccup couldn’t contain himself any longer, faced with rosy toesies he attacked – his soft fingertips flew teasingly over his boyfriend’s stretched soles.
“AAAHAHAAA AAHAHA ANAHAA AAHAHA HAA AAAOMGAAHAHAAHA AHDDD HAHAAHA AHAHA HAAHA AHIHIHCUCHUP HAHHAH AHAHAHAH DAAAHAHAAAMMITT!” Jack’s feet had never felt quite as sensitive as they did right this second – tied back, warmed up and helpless at his Hiccup’s mercy…
The Viking lad was very much having the time of his life – not that he didn’t enjoy all the other times he had strapped the pale boy’s soles down and went to town (fond memories passed through the forefront of his mind: the coffee table torture, the rolled-up-in-the-sheets-weekend, the stuck-through-the-wall incident that lead them here…)
Hiccup shook himself out of his memories as he spotted Jack’s face, tears streaming down it. Concerned, he stopped, simply rubbing the slightly cooled-down soles. “You ‘kay there?”
Jack panted and heaved, his soles were so much more ticklish than he had felt them in… Ever! He was thankful that Hiccup had stopped! But…
He couldn’t give up!
Jack had never given up whenever Hiccup tickled him – it was just tickling. Sure it was torture, and made him laugh hysterically, and after an hour he’d do ANYthing for it to end… But he refused to just let that beat him!
“P-perfect! Better than ever – w-what you stopping for? Give up?” Jack grinned impishly.
Hiccup blinked, then smiled at the brash nature of his boyfriend. Jack was always way too impulsive and competitive for his own good. That’s one of the reasons they were so good together, the brown haired Viking was a bit… meeker, in most situations – slow, calculating.
Jack on the other hand was prone to immediate action and stupid risks, like saying things like “Bring those heaters back then, they barely did anythin’!”
Hiccup shrugged and sat them on the corners of the table facing Jack’s soles, angled so that they would blow hot air over the feet as he was still able to have some fun.
The white haired boy gasped the second hot air was once again buffeting his soles. He then started shrieking as they were joined by the soft, irritickling of a pair of fluffy blue feathers. “AEHEEEH EHE HEHHE EH EEEHE HEHEHEHHHHHAHAHAHDAHAAAMMITT EHHEHEHEIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHICCUP! YEEHEEHEHEEHEE EHEHE EEHEHEHEE EHHEEEEEEEE IHIITHIHCIKLESSS!”
“Good, it’s supposed to!” Hiccup rebuked, flicking the feathers across the warming heels, then up the long, thin arches. “Would hate to think I was doing this wrong…” He teased.
Jack was in no laughing mood… That’s a lie, he was giggling up a storm! “AHAHEHEHE EHE EE EHE EEH EHEH EHE E EH EEHEHEH EH EH EH EHE EH EEH EHE E EH E E EE E EHE HEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE EEHE EE EEHHEE EH EHE EEEEHE EEEEHEHEH EH EEHEHEHEHEHEEHEH EH EH!!!”
Hiccup dragged the feathers up to start sawing between his Jack’s pulled back toes and their corresponding counterpart, seeing the sprite start cackling and throw his head back. He grinning, thinking back to a few minutes ago when he started showing concern for his ticklish boyfriend. Maybe…
“Ok, I know it’s only been 15 minutes, but you’ve clearly had enough…” He turned the heaters off as he laid the feathers back in his kit, watching Jack’s face out the corner of his eye.
It was red in the cheeks, an adorable colour on the normally pale boy. As soon as he gained enough strength to, he blurted out another utterly foolish phrase for his own tickle-health.
That was how, not ten minutes later, Jack Frost’s soles were shining with a thin coat of baby oil and he himself was cursing into a bright blue ballgag. Heat was caressing and his bare soles, all ten toes tied back as he sat watching Hiccup watch him.
Hiccup had gagged him, saying it was for his own safety, after Jack had all but demanded the ‘free hour’ start only after his soles were ‘cooked’. Hiccup had agreed, of course. But decided letting his boyfriend dig his hole any deeper tonight wouldn’t be needed, and gagged him.
So once his soles were bright red and tingling madly enough from the viking’s point of view, he readjusted the heaters to the sides once more and revelled at how Jack SCREAMED into the gag the instant the toothbrush’s soft bristles started on the center of his left arch. He scrubbed in small circles, outward for a minute, eyes darting from soles to face then back until he had made the round of the middle of this foot.
“One down, fifty nine to go!” He announced happily, toothbrush in his left hand starting from the opposite point on Jack’s right foot.
Jack howled and kicked and screamed and there was nothing he could do as his tied, oiled and heated ice-spirit soles were brushed with a thousand tiny bristles. Well, he couldn’t move, or stop it, and most of it was his own idea… And he didn’t notice that Hiccup counted the 28th minute about 5 times…
But it was a night neither of them forgot!
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Been a while - hope you're all well. This was a commissioned work of long-time boyfriends Hiccup (How To Train Your Dragon) and Jack (Frost, Rise of The Guardians) spend a normal evening together. Well, normal enough for a tickle fiend and a guy who just cannot lose!
If you'd like to read more similar, they're all up here: https://www.deviantart.com/bigbluefeather
