*~~~*Jack & Hiccup Imagines & Preferences*~~~*

*~~~*Jack*~~~* - How To Kiss

"Alright, snowflake. First is the set-up," Jack explained. "You'll need to look deep into his eyes, to show that you're interested."

"Okay..." You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before slowly opened them, meeting Jack's ice blue eyes.

"Perfect," he praised gently. "Now, he'll just. . ."

Jack tilted his head and slowly leaned in towards you, causing your face to flush with heat as you did the same.

"Close your eyes," Jack instructed quietly, his hot breath on your lips. Your (e/c) orbs fluttered closed and you resisted the urge to move as you felt his lips meet with yours in a sweet, chaste kiss.

After a few seconds, Jack pulled back and gave you a smile. "Not bad for a first kiss," he complimented.

"Th-thanks," you said, your cheeks still flushed.

"Okay, as that happens, he may give you a sign that he wants to go a bit further," Jack explained. "For example, to incorporate tongue."

As soon as he said 'tongue', your (e/c) eyes widened in shock. Jack must've noticed as he laughed.

"Don't worry, (y/n), we'll go slow first!" Jack promised, still laughing. "I won't just shove my tongue down your throat like a dog!"

You sighed in relief, "Oh, that's a relief."

After Jack's laughs died down, he got into the zone again, looking deep into your (e/c) eyes.

"This time, I want you to initiate the kiss," Jack said. You nodded and slowly began to lean in when you remembered something.

"Hold up! Where am I gonna put my hands?" you asked worriedly, making him chuckle slightly at your cute paranoia.

"Anywhere, really," Jack answered. "But above the torso is best. Like, around the neck, shoulders, hair, that kinda thing."

"Okay," you mumbled, more to yourself than him. You took a deep breath then leaned in the rest of the way to meet Jack's lips.

Jack gently kissed back, his cold hands resting themselves on your hips as yours awkwardly hung on his shoulders.

Taking a deep breath, you slowly - ever so slowly - opened your mouth, giving Jack the signal that you wanted to go further.

Jack smirked against your lips and slipped his tongue into your mouth, meeting yours. Getting a bit more confident, you took control of the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as he locked his around your waist, pulling you slightly closer to him in the process.

Sensing this as a challenge, your hands left Jack's neck and lost themselves in his snow-white hair. He groaned quietly into your mouth, making you smirk at what you just achieved.

However, what Jack did next surprised the living daylights out of you.

His hands suddenly grabbed your ass and lifted you up, pulling you closer to him (chest to chest, in fact) so you were straddling him.

He then proceeded to massage and knead your thighs, causing you to, accidentally, moan loudly into his mouth.

Jack couldn't help but chuckle, knowing he found one of your weak spots. You just growled in reply and continued to kiss him feverishly. He smirked again and slowly started to nibble your bottom lip, making you moan again, which was exactly what he wanted.

You didn't know how much time passed since the two of you began your make-out session, but soon, Jack pulled away from the kiss, causing you to pull back as well. A string of saliva was connecting your bottom lips, which made heat immediately rush into your cheeks.

The two of you were panting heavily. Jack was red in the face - which was a rarity for him - while you were just recollecting your thoughts, which had gone array during the kiss.

"Well . . . " Jack began, after getting his breath back, "I think that you have absolutely nothing to worry about."

"Huh?" you said, confused as to what he was talking about.

"You were worried about how your first kiss'd be with your 'boyfriend'," Jack reminded you, instantly making you remember what sparked that kiss.

"Oh yeah," you mumbled, still attempting to recollect your thoughts.

"So, like I said, you have nothing to worry about," Jack said. "You're a complete natural. I'm pretty sure he won't be turned off at all."

"Right," was all you said as a reply. To be honest, you had forgotten all about why the two of you kissed in the first place. Furthermore, you had forgotten all about your boyfriend, period!

"So, the next time you two are on a date," Jack began, moving so he wasn't under you, "just kiss him like that and I'm sure he'll love it."

"Right," you repeated. It's all you could think to say at the moment.

Well, I think on that note, I'll make myself scarce." Jack smiled and grabbed his blue backpack. Before you could even form a sentence, he was already at your front door.

"Catch ya later, snowflake. Hope that kiss goes well!" he called, before sauntering out the door.

The door closed and that's when you let go a breath you hadn't realised you had been holding.

You were really out of it and still couldn't put right your train of thought. It's like that kiss had fucked you up from the inside out.

"That bastard," you muttered. "He must've done this on purpose."

You laughed bitterly when you remember what he had said before he left.

Hope that kiss goes well! 

You groaned in annoyance as you placed you head in your hands, asking that all-important question.

"How the fuck am I supposed to kiss my boyfriend, when I'm too busy thinking about wanting to kiss my best friend?"