[ This is the best night in all of history, existence and the possible future-past. Why? Because things have been playful and friendly within their friend-circle all night and Hiccup didn't object at all when the spun bottle landed him in a closet with Jack, who takes everything thus far as a sign that it's completely fair game to wrap his arms around a neck even before the doors close, reeling him in with obvious intentions.
Click, goes the latch.
He wastes no time leaning up on the toes of his sneakers to plant a kiss squarely on the lips he's been admiring since the party began, tasting whatever it is Hiccup has been drinking and sharing his own tang of apple sourz with an eager slip of tongue.
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Click, goes the latch.
He wastes no time leaning up on the toes of his sneakers to plant a kiss squarely on the lips he's been admiring since the party began, tasting whatever it is Hiccup has been drinking and sharing his own tang of apple sourz with an eager slip of tongue.
Seven minutes isn't long, after all. ]