#tadacup

 “So,” Tadashi says good-naturedly in attempt to ease the mood. “You come here often?”

 “Here? Often?” Hiccup whispers back, unable to keep from smiling. There isn’t actually any thrusting yet—Hiccup’s still working out PHYSICS! in his head, and knows he wouldn’t be so nervous if his dad, Hiro, and Gobber were downstairs. He’s on his knees, admiring the curvature of Tadashi’s bottom, and he’s so skittish that every time Gobber laughs, Hiccup loses focus. “Oh yeah, here is just…just a vacation spot for me.”

 “With noisy tourists,” Tadashi muses. He hums—not because Hiccup does anything to him, but just from the sound of Hiccup uncorking a bottle of body oil.

 They both flinch when Gobber chortles again downstairs. The house physically vibrates when they hear Gobber slam a goblet into the table, and Hiccup laughs later because he’s holding onto Tadashi’s ass for dear life.

 (In truth, this would’ve been easier if they’d done it on the bed—but several of the coils are loose in Hiccup’s cot and he wouldn’t put it past Toothless to climb up the stairs if he hears loud squeaking. Toothless’s curiosity would get Hiro’s curiosity, and then Gobber’s curiosity—and it’s one house party that Hiccup’s introvert would like to do without.)

 “I never thought I’d thank Hiro for being a diversion,” Tadashi murmurs softly.

 “I don’t think he’s being a diversion for our sexual gain,” Hiccup muses. He pinches Tadashi’s ass with his hands and separates Tadashi’s cheeks until he can find Tadashi’s hole. “If anything, Gobber’s jumping up and down and babbling like a child and Hiro is amusing him.”

 “I believe the jumping up and down part,” Tadashi says. He moans softly as Hiccup presses a kiss to Tadashi’s crack and falters when cold lips actually move onto his asshole.

 His hands slide off the wall a quarter. Hiccup nudges at one of Tadashi’s legs to keep them parted and tightens his grip on Tadashi’s ass cheeks. He wets the puckered hole, hearing a low rumble in Tadashi’s throat—then pushes his tongue through.

 It isn’t the most amazing taste in the world—Hiccup’s pleasantly surprised when he realizes Tadashi’s cleaned his ass out—which is good. Hiccup is mostly indifferent to eating his boyfriend. Most of the gratification comes from the way Tadashi starts moaning, and the way Tadashi’s knees just buckle beneath him. Tadashi’s hands shake against the wall, and he starts touching himself.

 Once they adjust—so Tadashi has one hand on himself and the other propped securely on the wall—Hiccup takes his hands away and coats one of his hands generously in oil.

 Hiccup sighs when Tadashi murmurs something in his native language. He pulls away, and Tadashi takes it as a cue to turn around—and all Hiccup sees is his boyfriend clutching a dark erection in one hand, with cotton pants pooled at his ankles.

 Tadashi gives him this rumpled smile, cheeks and ears red with content and sweaty hair matted to his face. He pumps himself and bends over, just so they can kiss.

 Once they part, Hiccup takes the opportunity to slip a finger into Tadashi’s ass. He slicks the crease between Tadashi’s asscheeks, pushing through with ease—and has an even easier time getting knuckle-deep into Tadashi.

 “Whoa,” Tadashi breathes, looking unsettled for just a brief second. His eyes widen, and he sinks into the finger. “Whoa…”

 “Yeah,” Hiccup murmurs—and he prods himself through his own pants. He moans softly, and slips his hand onto his cock.

 He adds another finger to the one already inside Tadashi—and Tadashi’s back flattens against the wall. Tadashi slides down until his knees are bent at obtuse angles, trembling from the distribution of weight, and strokes himself. “Oh…”

 “Yeah,” Hiccup dumbly repeats, and he thrusts into Tadashi—hears Tadashi as the latter’s breath hitches against the fingers. Hiccup keeps his hand bent at an awkward angle until his wrist gets stiff, and shoves another finger in—feels Tadashi, touches Tadashi, and prods him. Tadashi moans again, deep and loud as he basically fucks himself on Hiccup’s hand and strokes himself at the same time, while Hiccup fights leaning back into a better position.

 As much as it hurts crouching the way he is, Hiccup can’t continue fingerfucking Tadashi at this angle and keep stroking himself.

 So he mumbles, “Um, hold on—” and takes his fingers out. Tadashi’s eyes daze over, looking disappointed—but then Hiccup slowly pushes him back into the wall, kissing him, and it’s all better.

 “I could get used to this,” Tadashi mutters breathily. He hikes a little higher on the wall, on the tips of his toes so Hiccup can navigate his cock under Tadashi’s balls into Tadashi’s ass. “You know, coming here often.”

 “Well I am not above bribery.” Hiccup grins coyly, bumping noses into Tadashi as the latter laughs. He readjusts himself, prying his hands under Tadashi’s thighs. He holds onto Tadashi with what little strength he has—and manages to hike Tadashi a foot or two up the wall. Hiccup uses the imaginary shelf that’s keeping his boyfriend up there, and pries apart Tadashi’s ass with his hands.

 Tadashi moans—low and guttural before it gasping as Hiccup pushes into him. The next sound is long and drawn out, vibrating against Hiccup’s ear, and the heat make him dizzy.

 He pushes, shoving Tadashi a little higher into the wall and forcing himself deeper into his boyfriend. Tadashi’s body convulses, eyes rolling to the back of his head, and Hiccup sees stars in his eyes after heat and tightness.

 They aren’t going to last long—Hiccup thinks the image of Tadashi fucking his hand is going to stick with him for days, and Tadashi’s dick is coated in a layer of precum that makes it easy to grab and pump. That being done, Tadashi moans a little louder—higher, and they have to shush the other to keep from getting found out.

 KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK  

 If they were on the bed, they probably would’ve fallen over.

 Hiccu pauses mid-thrust, Tadashi stops moaning, and they stare at the door.

 Someone knocks again.

 “Who—who is it?” Hiccup clears his throat, trying to get the allure of sex out of the back of his mouth.

 “S’me, Gobber!” Gobber shouts from the other side—Hiccup stumbles from the loud voice and Tadashi and he collide heads. He accidentally thrusts into Tadashi again—who yelps, and Hiccup whispers sorry sorry SORRY!!  “We’re takin’ Hiro to the Forge! What’re you two doin?”

 “Um…” Hiccup loses ability to talk there. He looks to Tadashi, eyes so wide that he’s not sure the rest of his face still exists. “We’re—uh—”

 “Well, c’mon!” Dad’s thunderous voice comes from the other side of the door. “We haven’t got all day!”

 Hiccup wants to hit himself again, because he wonders how he did not hear them coming upstairs. “I…well—”

 “Probably not a good idea,” they hear Hiro say. “I think Tadashi’s tired from running around all day. We might as well let them sleep.”

 “Oh, thank you little brother,” Tadashi mutters under his breath. He and Hiccup make eye contact, and Tadashi grimaces. He gestures to himself. “Not that this is an ideal position to be thanking my little brother in.”

 “That so?” Dad’s voice echoes again.

 “Tadashi’s asleep!” Hiccup shouts. His voice cracks—which it hasn’t done in five years. “How about we catch up to you later, Dad?”

 “Sounds like a plan,” Gobber comments. “Well then, c’mon, Hiro! Let us show you where we make equipment for the dragons!”

 “Sure thing, Gobber.”

 They wait for the footsteps to leave before doing anything else—all four eyes glued to the door.

 Before Hiccup goes back to moving—there’s another knock on the door.

 “Y…Yeah?” Tadashi shouts.

 “You’re supposed to be asleep!” Hiccup hisses under his breath. Tadashi gives him a too-adorable puppy-dog shrug and Hiccup loses brain function again.

 “For the record,” Hiro’s voice filters into the room, “you two are gross, and you owe me big time.”

 Without another word, they hear him trot down the stairs—and the door slams.

 Pause.

 Hiccup can’t hide the goofy grin on his lips. He’s joined by Tadashi, who chuckles.

 “Care to disgust me even further?” Tadashi asks. He moves in the small space that he’s allowed between the wall and Hiccup’s body—and they both moan.

Tadashi’s big ears and adorable nose are completely red. The sanguine is bright under his cheeks, and his gaze is cloudy as theu make eye contact with each other. Sweat makes his hair stick to his forehead—and the rest of it curled in awkward angles from pillow head. He’s grinning, but it’s a feverish, wobbly grin instead of the usual borderline-cocky grin that mimics his brother’s.

  Baymax, of course, is hovering over his inventor like nothing is out of the ordinary. The monitor on his belly hums lightly—constantly running, consistently scanning Tadashi in case of problems.

  “Baymax is a healthcare companion.” Tadashi’s voice is airy and congested. He doesn’t seem to care. “I still need to run tests on him. What better way than on myself?”

  “Okay,” Hiccup says wryly, “but you’re missing the part where you’re supposed to be resting.”

  “I am resting,” Tadashi insists. He pats Baymax on the arm and leans back on his bed. “I’m just creating a log and noticing bugs in Baymax’s program, too, if he can’t take care of me.”

  “But that’s not resting,” Hiccup says. “That’s working.”

  “It’s either this or standing over Hiro’s bed with a syringe full of icky germs and make him sick,” Tadashi says. “He said no.”

  Hiccup makes a face, knowing that’s supposed to be a joke—and turns to Hiro anyway.

  “He’s kidding,” Hiro assures. He waves his hands dismissively, demeanor morphing into a grimace to signify that he’s done with this problem. “You know that in about a week, he’s going to be hovering over you with Baymax, right?”

  “With a syringe full of icky germs,” Hiccup completes for him.

  “He won’t need that if you two plan on playing tonsil hockey once I leave.” Hiro wrinkles his nose. “And if you’re gonna do that, I am definitely leaving.”

  “I do not think that it is possible to play hockey with one’s tonsils, Tadashi.” Despite the neutral programming in his memory chip, Baymax sounds confused. He looks down at Tadashi, puzzled. “It is recommended that patients with strep throat remain under house arrest for twenty-four hours and consume antibiotics. After the twenty-four hour period, I will scan you again to see if you are still contagious.”

  “Twelve hours to go until healthy tonsil hockey,” Hiro translates with disgust. He dodges when Tadashi chucks a pillow at him.

  “For the record, of the four of us in the room, you’re the only one that’s mentioned making out in any way,” Hiccup retorts. He’s not mad—a little amused, if anything else. Tadashi and he have been dating for six months now—and while Hiro puts them down for being a ‘sickeningly sweet nerd school romance,’ they’ve never had any problems with each other.

  Hiro rolls his eyes. He extends a hand. “Twenty bucks and I’ll disappear for the rest of the afternoon.”

  Hiccup twitches. He examines Hiro’s careful poker face, and arches an eyebrow. “I didn’t plan on staying very long.”

  “Hey!” Tadashi snaps, sounding a little loopy. “No botfighting!”

  “Totally not botfighting,” Hiro promises. He gives Hiccup smarmy eyebrows. “C’mon—when are you ever gonna get another opportunity to be alone with my boring brother again?”

  “He’s sick.”

  “Uhuh.”

  “Fifteen.”

  “Done.”

  Rolling his eyes, Hiccup takes the money out of his pocket and slaps it in Hiro’s hand.

  “Wanna come with me, Baymax?” Hiro asks as he shoves the money in the pocket of his hoodie. “Trust me, buddy, I think you’ll have more fun with me than these…love birds.”

  Tadashi smiles broadly and points to Baymax like the conductor to an orchestra. Baymax responds with: “I must stay with Tadashi until he is in better health.”

  “Cockblocked by a robot.” Hiro smirks and looks mildly impressed. “Huh.”

  “Wouldn’t be the first time.” Hiccup snorts. He rolls his eyes at his boyfriend, who only grins.

  “Fine—you two…try not to have fun while I’m gone.”

  Left alone, Hiccup places Tadashi’s messenger bag on the desk and turns to face his sick boyfriend. “How’re you feeling?”

  Tadashi points to Baymax again.

  “Tadashi is feeling symptoms such as: difficulty swallowing, a headache, fever, fatigue, and tiny streaks of pus along his tonsils.”

  “I do feel that,” Tadashi confirms. He reaches for a notebook beside him and begins scribbling notes.

  “Streaks of pus,” Hiccup parrots affectionately. “Don’t let anyone tell you that you’re not a romantic, Tadashi Hamada.”

  “Does that mean I earn a kiss?” Tadashi muses.

  “Twelve hours, remember?” Hiccup shoots back. He chuckles softly under his breath and slowly clambers towards the bed. Tadashi reaches out and intertwines their fingers. Hiccup gives Tadashi’s hand a soft squeeze. “How do you really feel?”

  His boyfriend’s feverish smile falters for a moment, eyebrows furrowing together thoughtfully. He lets out a tiny sound from the back of his throat, covered by a cough, and chuckles back. “Like my head’s spinning and I’ll never breathe through my nose ever again.”

  “I hope you do. I happen to like that nose.” Hiccup pushes aside Tadashi’s tiny trashcan full of tissues and sits down. His cheeks tingle as Tadashi brushes a sweaty palm against his cheekbone.

  It only lasts for a moment before Tadashi tears away, coughing so hard that snot explodes from his nostrils. Onto Hiccup’s face. “Ahh—um, sorry…”

  “No, no. Can’t say it’s the worst thing I’ve ever gotten on my face.” Hiccup bites back a grimace and searches the night stand for a tissue. Baymax startles Hiccup by bending over—and the crown of his robotic head opens ever so slightly until tissues poke out. “Um, thanks, buddy.”

  “What I tell you?” Tadashi muses, sounding more congested than a second ago. He swipes tissues from Baymax’s head. “Personal healthcare companion.”

  “The application of Vicks VapoRub along the throat and chest should aid your coughs, Tadashi.” Baymax holds up one palm, and a tiny container pops out. He dips his fingers into it. “Please undress or I will do it myself.”

  “Oh, Baymax, I—oh, nonononono—” Tadashi laughs and rolls out of the way as Baymax proceeds to wrestle him out of his shirt.

  “VapoRub must be applied to the throat and chest,” Baymax repeats. He starts with the first button of Tadashi’s pajama shirt—then stops. “It appears that my fingers are too large to undress you.”

  “You may want to reprogram the way he says that.” Hiccup bites back a snicker. He reaches out and swipes the container of VapoRub from Baymax’s hand. “I got this, bud—no worries.”

  “Ah. Yes.” Baymax returns to an upright position, and his scanner continues humming softly. “No worries.”

  “Staying longer than a few minutes, then?” Tadashi teases. His eyes are glossy, amused, and Hiccup refrains from smacking him.

  “I wouldn’t want to risk losing the love of my life to a robot now, would I?” Hiccup retorts blithely. He works on the first few buttons of Tadashi’s shirt, until it’s unbuttoned to Tadashi’s naval. Then, he dips his fingers into the VapoRub and globs it onto Tadashi’s chest.

  “Mm,” Tadashi hums.

  “Like that?” Hiccup asks. He smoothens the ointment around Tadashi’s chest, glides his fingers against Tadashi’s pulse, and covers the rest of Tadashi’s throat along with it.

  “A lot,” Tadashi mewls. His eyes clear for a brief moment, a pure Hamada smile curling against his lips. He lays back against his pillow, breathes in softly, and looks close to falling asleep. “So the love of your life, huh?”

  “Hey—you might be dreaming right now. This could all be a fever induced dream and you could be hearing things.” Hiccup gestures to the window. “The next thing you know, King Kong could climb San Fransokyo Bridge and the destruction could morph into giant flowers.”

  “I take it you have experience in this category.”

  “What do you think I’m going to school for?” Hiccup smirks.

  “Hmm,” Tadashi mutters groggily. He smiles back and plucks Hiccup’s hand from his chest. Pressing his lips to it, Tadashi’s coy smile becomes an impish grin. “I can think of a few other reasons.”

  “I see…”

  “Studies have proven that sexual intercourse during illness may break a fever.”

  Tadashi chokes on a laugh, and Hiccup refrains from falling off the bed.

  “My sensors indicate an increased level of blood flow along the corpora cavernosa and elevated levels of acetylcholine and nitric oxcide from your endothelial cells, Tadashi.” Another hatch opens up in Baymax’s palm and out comes a condom. “Please practice safe sex. Water-based lubricant is recommended.”

  “Baymax, on what planet do you think Tadashi and I are going to be having sex?” Hiccup’s voice breaches a higher octave and he tries not to laugh. Baymax means well—he does, but Hiccup’s cheeks are blazing red and he’s glad that Snotlout and Tuffnut aren’t here to punch him in the arm and call him a prude.

  Baymax pauses. “Now scanning. My sensors indicate a heightened heart rate and a rise in blood levels. They also indicate your body is forgoing the same reaction as Tadashi’s body. You have an erection, Hiccup.”

  Tadashi throws his head back into a laugh, and Hiccup’s balks before laughing, too.

  “Wo-o-ow. Okay.” Hiccup ends up snorting from laughing, and he feels his face burn red. He readjusts, thankful he isn’t the one wearing pajama pants.

  “Anything else you want to say to embarrass me further, buddy?” Tadashi asks.

  “Have a lollipop,” Baymax chirps, sounding content himself. He holds out the wrapped condom to Hiccup and two lollipops between them.

  “Thanks.” Hiccup’s grinning so hard that his face hurts.

  “I cannot deflate until you say the words, ‘I am satisfied with my care.’”

  “I’m satisfied with my care.” Tadashi grins lazily from his spot on the bed and strokes Hiccup’s arm until Hiccup is leaning against him.

  With a less than grandiose nod of the head, Baymax waddles back to his charging dock. They wait until he fully deflates before bursting into another fit laughter.

  “Hey—you have to award me for—” Snort. “—meticulous programming.”

  “You better change up the, ‘I cannot undress you’ line,” Hiccup says, pitching Baymax’s voice perfectly. He swats his boyfriend in the shoulder. “As huggable as his design is, I don’t think parents will be happy when he’s quoting that to small children.”

  “Duly noted,” Tadashi assures. Despite that, he yawns and looks exhausted. “Just…remind me in the morning.”

  “Yeah…you’re not going back to the lab until you can walk in a straight line.” Hiccup makes himself more comfortable on the bed until Tadashi is leaning against him.

  “Does that mean you’re not staying over?”

  Hiccup pauses. He notices Tadashi’s increasing effort of stroking his arm like he’s a cat—and laughs. “We are not having sex.”

  Tadashi hums, proceeding to touch Hiccup anyway, so effortful that you’d think that he’s expecting Hiccup’s arm to purr. “Heightened heart rate and rise in blood levels, huh?”

  It’d be sexier if snot wasn’t dribbling down Tadashi’s nose.

  “Like you’re any better.” Hiccup reaches for unused tissues and wipes Tadashi’s nose. He makes gestures with his hands. “You and your noises because of VapoRub.”

  “My ‘noises,’” Tadashi repeats. He makes the same gesture with his shoulders.

  “Yes,” Hiccup replies. He rolls his eyes. “Noises.”

  “So—” Tadashi stops aggressively stroking Hiccup’s arm. “—no sex.”

  “Yes. No sex.”

  “Okay.” Disappointed, Tadashi sighs and relaxes against the bed post. “No sex.”

  “Yes,” Hiccup says once more, “no sex.”

  *

    True to his word, Hiro doesn’t return home until a quarter past six. It’s not like he did anything bad—GoGo offered to go to the movies with him and then took Hiro out on her delivery route at work. He’s still hearing the wind whistling in his ears after her bike whizzed up and down the streets of San Fransokyo for three hours.

  She drops him off at the pizza parlor two blocks away from the Lucky Cat café, and he uses Hiccup’s fifteen dollars to pay for a pizza.

  Aunt Cass is busy with book club tonight—so Tadashi and he are left fending for themselves.

  When he gets home, he hears Lilo & Stitch playing upstairs. Hiro chucks off his shoes at the front door, places the pizza on the dinner table, and trots upstairs.

  “I hope you two are dressed,” Hiro muses as he barges into the room. “Because for the record, I used your money and—”

  Oh. Oh, gross.  

  “And I am going to leave before you wake up and wash my eyes out with soap water,” Hiro finishes. He groans in disgust and makes a U-turn for the door—which he promptly runs straight into. “Ow!”

  Hiro falls over on the floor, clutching his nose. He grumbles something like, I try to be a nice brother and I get semi-public nudity in return—and fails to hear the sound of Baymax inflating.

  “You have fallen,” says a voice.

  “Oh.” Hiro squints, tilting his head upward until his chin is parallel with the ceiling. He gets a view of an upside-down Baymax and swallows back barf at the sight of two nerds in a blanket. “Hey, Baymax—I forgot you were here.”

  Poor guy.

  Instead of the usual spiel—most likely because Hiro isn’t his current patient—Baymax turns his head slowly to the image that Hiro is desperately trying to avoid: his brother and Hiccup cuddling under Tadashi’s duvet, the clothes they were wearing earlier flung everywhere about Tadashi’s side of the room.

  “They did not use a condom,” Baymax says, sounding disapproving.