Ok so since the cancellation we have won 2 tcas, 4 (fucking 4!!) PCAs, Harry won 2018s bisexual representation award…wtf floppy fool. Y'all really just decided to shoot yourself in the face so you could push out more crappy new shows that you’ll cancel after the first 2 seasons anyways. Go choke.
Ya girls back again. I want to say first off that I am so proud of the Shadowfam! We have done so much and are killing it So keep it up! Next I just want to post this as reminder. First) please do not drag other FF fandoms into our campaign their show has nothing to do with saving our show nor is it their fault we are in this situation. Untag the actors etc when replying to whatever Floppy foam posts, they are just trying to work and don’t need us coming at them when they have nothing to do with this. B) please PLEASE ignore the haters and troll twitters etc. Our fandom has been about getting our show back and doing some good in the world NOT spreading hate or dragging other people. If you see something you dont agree with or its malicious report and block. People engaging in these fights is bringing down the fandoms reputation as a whole and no network wants problematic fans. We need to be putting our best foot forward. I have a damn good time dragging floppy but I try to keep it to just them and when I see trolls I just ignore them. Its difficult but it needs to be done. I am so proud of us as a whole. We have done and are continuing to do what other fandoms haven’t so lets keep it going and if positivity isn’t doing it for you…do it out of spite. If they thought we were going to roll over and let this happen they thought wrong. We will prove them wrong. If you need a break Tweet deck is a magical thing I use it for my multiple accounts and live tweet from one. We got this fam. Take a break of ya need to, pet a puppy, get some sun, read, whatever floats your boat keep on keepin’ on ❤️
And she’s back! Alright. I am irritated and I know I am not the only one. The lies are spreading and now have gotten CC involved. I want to say that I haven’t seen anyone say they are going to boycott her books because the show was cancelled. Have I seen people state other reasons before? Yes but not during this fight to save our show. For someone to go and tell her this is just ridiculous, when from everything I have seen it is untrue. I have only seen people say they were going to boycott FF not her.And even if they did, it was obviously a small group of people and to villianise an entire fandom because of a select few is wrong. To make up lies and false accusations is wrong. Now I don’t care if you like the books, just the show, or both, it shouldn’t matter. NO ONE should be attacking anyone over something like this. They are books and a show. If you love one but not the other, thats fine, but it does NOT give you license to attack or belittle someone that loves either or both. If you love the books but not the person behind them thats fine too. Its called PERSONAL PREFFERENCE for a reason. In a world full of so much hate do you really want to spread more? What pleasure do you get out of attacking someone online for something that isn’t hurting anyone? Am I saying all show stans are awesome and great? No. There are ALWAYS people that like to argue or attack others so I am in no way saying that all show stans are perfect. I don’t lump all book stans together for this same reason, some are great and others are needlessly attacking us and spreading lies and hate. What I am saying is that this whole situation is ridiculous. Ignore us and we’ll ignore you. It was ridiculously low going to the author and saying these untrue things and making the whole show fandom sound like horrible human beings.We havent been talking or thinking about the books and when I have seen anyone say anything it’s always been in anticipation of her new books. We are just trying to save something we love. Even if someone doesn’t like CC that is THEIR PREFERENCE. Stay in your lane and we will stay in ours. And if any book fans see this, please know that there is not any planned boycotting of the books bc of the show going on. You can ask any of the big accounts that keep an eye on the tags. We have had the BBS (bad book stans) making fake accounts and attacking us for no reason all of a sudden and I am just so tired of the hate. Thanks for reading my novel of a rant and I hope you have a great day.
Alright I’m back with another post. Now I know tensions are high but guys stop interacting with the bad book stans. All they want to do is spread hate and get us mad and it’s working. We are better than that. Let them bitch and moan and say what they want. They are doing it because they are petty and hate how much we love the SHOW. Show them with even more tweets and emails. Channel that anger and frustration and put it towards saving our show and proving them wrong that way. Trying to say anything to them or giving them facts don’t matter to them because they don’t care if they are wrong they just want to argue. All you will be doing is firing them up more bc they are getting a rise out of you. Trust me, I want to say things as well but we need to stay focused. And what better way to say “fuck you” then to get our show, that they hate, back? We are fighting for something that means a lot to us and we need to stay focused on that. All they want is attention don’t give it to them! Don’t feed the mogwai it only turns em into gremlins. We got this.
Rating:E 18+ (scenes of a sexual nature ~ canon typical violence ~ rated E for later chapters)
Pairings:Simon Lewis x Jace (insert chosen last name here) / minor Alec Lightwood x Magnus Bane / minor Simon Lewis x others)
Chapter Summary: Simon desperately wants to fix whatever has gone wrong between him and Jace but the shadowhunter seems determined to continue being an ass. That’s fine. If he wants Simon gone then he’s gone. He’s not going to stick around somewhere he clearly isn’t wanted.
It had been a couple of weeks since the bar incident as Simon was calling it and though things had kind of gotten back to normal they were by no means perfect. Despite having still been angry and a little hurt by Jace’s actions the night before Simon had kept his promise and gone to the institute the next day, a mango smoothie in one hand and a club sandwich in the other. It had been meant as a peace offering, something to ease the tension he imagined would greet him at the institute but considering how rude the other man had been the night before Simon hadn’t been completely convinced that Jace wouldn’t just upend the drink over his head as soon as he handed it over.
Things had been a little uncomfortable to start with. Jace was clearly still angry with Simon and though he couldn’t quite understand why he had reacted so badly Simon had tried to rectify whatever had gone wrong between them the night before. He could only assume that Jace had been angry about Simon keeping things from him but he doubted he would ever find out exactly what had been the reason behind Jace being such an asshole because in true Jace fashion they had never actually spoken about it.
Alec had been there when Simon had turned up, he and Jace a whirling mass of limbs and swords and they spared. Simon had gotten to admire the view for all of two seconds before they had noticed he was there and everything had come to a sudden stop. He and Alec were by no means best friends but they were friendly enough and Simon had thought they had gotten past all the anger and animosity but clearly not because Alec had glared at Simon like he wanted to slowly drive a stake through his heart. Simon was man enough to admit that Alec terrified the hell out of him and he knew that whatever had happened between he and Jace needed to be fixed before Alec started cutting off body parts.
Jace had been the one to convince him to leave, Alec clearly reluctant to go but Jace had said his name in that way, all gentle and fond and the other shadowhunter had begrudgingly left them alone, glaring at Simon the whole time as he strode from the room. Once Alec was gone Jace still didn’t acknowledge him though, didn’t even look up at him and instead started tidying away the equipment they had been using. Simon had stood there awkwardly for all of two seconds, unsure what to do but he had never been one to handle the quiet well so he did what he always did and filled it with nerves rambling and pointless pop culture references.
Jace still hadn’t said anything as Simon rambled on, barreling headfirst into the subject and just spewing one apology after another. Simon was sorry, he hadn’t meant to keep what he was doing a secret from Jace or everyone else either but it had just kind of happened and Simon had been terrified that Jace knowing about his sleeping habits would mean he would have to explain why he was acting so out of character and he really didn’t want to have to tell Jace it was all his fault that Simon had ended up in this situation.
Simon had always been aware of how attractive Jace was, right from the very first moment he had laid eyes on the blonde bombshell. It had been part of the reason Simon had disliked him so much, well that and his massively inflated ego and cocky attitude. The point was that even when they had hated each other Simon had known that Jace was always the hottest guy in the room and that had been fine. Simon knew he could never compete with him in that aspect, had accepted that a long time ago but what he hadn’t been counting on was the more he got to know the blonde the more he would grow to actually like Jace.
Simon knew he was bi, had known since he was thirteen and gotten half hard drooling over a half naked Brad Pitt. Clary had known as well, of course she had, they had been best friends after all and told each other everything, well almost everything. Simon had never had the guts to tell her he wanted the love of her life to bend him over the nearest flat surface and make him scream in all the best ways. The point was that Simon hadn’t cared that he found Jace pretty or that he fantasised one to many times about the guy, even if he did feel slightly guilty about getting off to said fantasies afterwards. No what Simon cared about was the fact that it wasn’t just a physical attraction. Simon would have been able to handle that. Jace wasn’t the first straight guy that he had found attractive, it was bound to happen at some point and he would have been able to move on and get over it fairly quickly if it had just been physical but of course he hadn’t been that lucky.
Simon liked Jace. Like, like liked Jace and that was just catastrophic on an apocalyptical level. Mr ‘I’m secure in my sexuality’ Herondale had made it perfectly clear that he was as straight as a flag poll and even if he hadn’t been Simon knew he wouldn’t have stood a chance any way. Guys like him never went for the nerdy and awkward types like Simon, especially not the hot, leather clad angelic warrior kind that had the love of his life already at their side.
He had been jealous, he could admit that. Not just of Jace but Clary to. The two people he cared for the most in the world were happy together and though it left Simon feeling a little out cast he was still happy for them. They were in love and happy and really that was all Simon could ever ask for. So he had put his feelings in a box and buried them as deep as he could and tried to move on. First with Maia and then with Izzy. Neither of those relationships had gone to plan but they had ended amicably and their friendships were probably stronger now thanks to the intimacy they once shared. Simon had moved on, from his puppy love with Clary and his hero worship for Jace, or he thought he had at least but then everything had gone to hell and Simon’s life had started to fall apart once more.
He was the only one who could even come close to understanding what Jace was going through and he had seen it as his duty to help his best friend’s epic love make it through losing her. They had started to spend more time together, to much time if Simon was being honest because that almost forgotten and dust covered box began to crack and everything he had though he had moved on from came pouring back out. He hadn’t moved on at all, just buried it so deep that he had forgotten it was even there.
It was to much sometimes, how full on Jace could be but Simon had wanted to be there for him, wanted to be the friend Jace deserved so he had put Jace’s needs first and forced his own feelings down until they were nothing but a fleeting thought. In the end it had been worth it because now Simon could say without any sarcasm or denial from the other man that he and Jace were friends and close ones at that. If only Jace would have stopped flirting with Simon than he would have been able to stick to the plan and just stayed friends.
Simon wasn’t an idiot, he knew that Jace flirted with anything and everything with a pulse and even those without. He knew Jace didn’t mean anything by it, knew that he was just being himself but Simon wasn’t used to being on the receiving end and every time Jace turned that charming smile on him or winked or made some suggestive comment, Simon could have sworn his dead heart would flutter only to rapidly turn back to stone when he remembered it didn’t mean anything to the blonde. It was exhausting, wearing him down to the point he felt like he was going to snap and just yell at Jace to stop. It was too much and it hurt to have something he so desperately wanted constantly dangled in front of him only to have it snatched away with a melodic laugh and a friendly pat on the shoulder.
Some days he handled it better then others and some days he went home and questioned the choices he had made in his life to end up hopelessly in love with his straight friend who also happened to be his ex’s brother and his best friend’s soul mate. It was like a story line out of one of those trashy teen fantasy adventures and they only ever turned out good for the main characters and Simon definitely wasn’t that.
It was on a particularly bad day that Simon found himself seeking refuge at the Hunters Moon, trying not to down one plasma shot after another. Jace had been to much that day, getting into Simon’s personal space and constantly touching him whilst calling him babe and darling. Simon’s fragile heart hadn’t been able to take it so when Jace had headed off for patrol Simon had turned down the invite to join him and had made up some half formed lie about trying out for a band. He had made a quick escape before anyone could question it, running at full speed and only stopping once he was stood outside the bar.
He had been pleasantly buzzed, just on the right side of drunk when someone had slipped into the empty bar stool next to him and asked him if the brooding vampire act worked for him. He had been confused at first, not thinking she was talking to him because why would she? No one approached Simon and especially not insanely attractive brunettes with legs that went on for days and plush red lips that Simon wanted to sink his teeth into. She had been the complete opposite to Jace, all soft curves and gentle touches where Jace was hard muscles and undeniable strength. Simon had desperately wanted to forget, just for one night that he wasn’t right back where all this craziness had started and hopelessly in love with a friend but unlike with Clary Simon knew there wasn’t a chance that Jace would ever want him back. So Simon had welcomed her advances, a little awkwardly at first but after another drink he had loosened up and actually managed to not embarrass himself for once in his life.
Things had gotten a little hazy after that. There had been more drinking, a lot of flirting and casual touches. Simon remembered almost dropping his drink the first time she touched him, her long and delicate fingers gently stroking up the inside of his thigh. It had been unexpected but not unwelcome and as the night went on he became bolder in his own actions, his confidence growing as time went on.
He had taken her home with him, the two of them all laughter and stolen kisses as they stumbled through his apartment, stripping off the others clothes as they went. It hadn’t been gentle but it had been passionate. Simon had never slept with another vampire before and it had been an experience he wouldn’t forget any time soon. It had been nice not to hold back, to not have to worry about his speed or strength or even his fangs. He hadn’t had to worry about anything apart from making her feel good and Simon knew he was more than capable of doing that.
The next day when he had finally managed to drag himself out of bed the apartment had been a mess, looking like it had been ransacked almost. He had ignored it all, grabbing a couple of bottles of blood and head back to his bed and the women still in it. Though he was hung over he was more than ready to carry on where they had left off and that was exactly what they had done, wasting away the day in a tangle of limbs and sheets, the rest of the world simply falling away as he lost himself in the other vampire. It wasn’t till night had come back round and she had gone that Simon even realized he hadn’t thought of Jace once the whole day.
It had left him stunned, shocked that he hadn’t even noticed the other mans absence, frozen in the living room and clutching a cushion like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to the here and now. He had forgotten Jace, hadn’t even spared the blonde a thought, not even to wish it was him in his bed and not the vampire. For one glorious night and day Simon hadn’t been focused on a man he couldn’t have. He felt guilty, especially when he dug his phone out of his jeans and had seen all the miss calls and texts from Jace as well as a few from Izzy to. He had text him back straight away apologizing for being MIA and promising to meet Jace in an hour for his patrol. The only reply he had gotten was a demand for coffee and a cinnamon roll, something Simon was more than capable of providing.
Simon didn’t know why but when Jace had asked him about his absence all day he hadn’t been able to tell him why. It was like the words had got stuck in his throat, refusing to move past his lips. He felt guilty, a little ashamed over what he had done because as much as he had enjoyed the vampires company he had used her as a distraction, a way to cover up and redirect his feelings for Jace. How could he tell Jace that he had spent the day between someone else’s legs to forget about him? So he hadn’t, had carried on with his lie about joining a band and when Jace had pushed for information Simon had brushed him off and changed the subject, rambling a mile a minuet about the new Marvel movie he wanted to see.
He hadn’t meant for it to become a thing but once could be classed as a mistake, a second time a case of bad judgment but a third, a fourth? That was when it became a habit. Every time it became to much, when Simon felt like he was just seconds away from cracking and pinning Jace down and telling him everything he had kept bottled up for so long, Simon would go out looking for a distraction and he found one every time.
He knew it wasn’t the best coping mechanism but it had worked well enough for Jace before, well everything and it wasn’t like Simon was hurting anyone other than himself. He could ask Jace to stop with the flirting and casual touches and Simon knew that was probably what he should have done but he didn’t want Jace to feel like he couldn’t be himself around Simon, that he didn’t like the person Jace was because that couldn’t be furthest from the truth. So he kept his mouth shut and endured the teasing, the flirting, the way Jace would touch him so casually and completely unaware that it left Simon feeling like his skin was burning. Simon just gritted his teeth and plaster on a wide smile acting like it was nothing, normal even and somewhere along the line it had become normal for them to flirt and joke about being a old married couple.
The worst thing was that it help Simon’s confidence, the more Jace pretended to hit on him the better Simon became at flirting and picking people up. He was getting a bit of a reputation in the down world and Maia thought it was hilarious how he and Jace had seemed to of switched roles. That wasn’t lost on Simon. He was now the one with a phone full of casual flings and a name to hide it all behind and Jace was the one who seemed incapable of picking anyone up if the way he had crashed and burned the other week was any indication.
It worked for Simon though, surprisingly well actually and as the weeks turned to months and his confidence grew Simon found himself able to get through the day without worrying about Jace and how easy he could screw up the friendship he valued over everything else. He flirted back now, liked how Jace just beamed at him when he did like it was some fantastical inside joke that the two of them shared. Simon channeled everything he felt for Jace into his one night stands and casual flings and his life seemed to balance out, Simon finally able to be the friend that Jace deserved.
Simon hadn’t told Jace any of that though. He was already angry enough with Simon as it was and he didn’t want Jace punching him in the face and telling him to get lost and never find his way back. Instead he had apologized for the secrecy and the lies. He was sorry he had kept it a secret but he hadn’t meant to, it had just kind of happened and any way he hadn’t thought it would be that big of a deal considering Jace’s own lifestyle before Clary had shown up. He promised not to lie in the future and swore that he hadn’t meant to hurt Jace by making him feel like Simon didn’t trust him or worse yet didn’t care about him.
Jace had sat there the whole time, silently sipping at his drink and eating his sandwich, not giving Simon any indication that he was even listening to him as he paced up and down the training room. It was only when he finally stopped rambling that Jace spoke, offering up a simple ‘okay’. Simon hadn’t really understood, parroting the word back at the blonde in confusion. Jace had just rolled his eyes, insisting it was fine, Jace wasn’t his keeper and if Simon wanted to screw around with half the down world then that was his prerogative. Jace didn’t care were he stuck his dick as long as it didn’t interfere with there work.
That had hurt a little, not as much as the night before but still left Simon feeling ashamed of himself. He had taken Jace’s forgiveness though, grasped it with both hands like the pathetic and desperate mess he was, still is. He was just glad that Jace wasn’t mad at him anymore. He hadn’t pushed for more time when Jace had gone off to find Alec, Jace patting him on the shoulder as he walked passed and reminding Simon about their scheduled trading the next day.
It had been a relief but something about it had all seemed a little off. Jace had been quiet, more subdued and a little somber. It had worried Simon that Jace hadn’t actually forgiven anything and had only said he had to avoid any problems between the two of them. But he put his faith in Jace, trusting that after everything they had been through that Jace wouldn’t lie to him like that but as the weeks passed Simon was starting to think that he had damaged their relationship beyond repair and he couldn’t understand how.
Things were a little weird between them now and Simon couldn’t pin point the exact reason why. He would have thought it was because Jace had seen Simon making out with a guy but he knew that was absurd because Jace had no problem with Alec or Magnus so why would he have a problem with Simon about it. Jace didn’t flirt as much now, didn’t touch Simon as much either and Simon knew that he should be thankful for that but it left him feeling weird, almost on edge, like he was touch starved and desperately awaiting the next moment he could feel Jace’s hands on him. He hadn’t realise how much Jace touched him until it all seemed to stop and now Simon was left feeling disappointed and sad every time that touch never came. It was like he was being punished and Simon was close to a full blown breakdown. In fact he might even start crying if Jace goes to touch him only to change his mind at the last second.
Maybe it was because Jace had found out that Simon was bi. Maybe he was worried that their casual flirting would give Simon ideas that Jace wanted nothing to do with. Simon wasn’t stupid though and he knew that it didn’t mean anything to Jace, not like it did for him and Simon would never act on any of his feelings, ever. He wanted Jace in his life and he was well aware he would only get that if they were friends and Simon had come to terms with that, except he wasn’t so sure they were friends any more.
They hadn’t been spending as much time together outside of training and patrols, Jace always saying he didn’t want to ruin any plans Simon might have. He would wink at Simon, make some comment about his sex life that always left Simon feeling ashamed and dirty and like Jace was judging him for how he spent his nights. He was sure he was being punished, kept at arms length and it hurt. He felt like they were going backwards, the friendship that Simon valued so much slowly unravelling with every refused offer to hang out or aborted touch. It hurt to lose that closeness and Simon didn’t know what to do to fix it outside of getting into another relationship with a women just so Jace wouldn’t worry about Simon’s interest in him. Well that or becoming a priest but that would be difficult considering he still couldn’t say g-ah.
“I hate it when you do that.” Izzy’s voice yanked Simon out of his head and away from his spiraling thought, his head snapping up from where he had been starting unseeingly down at the table. “Huh?” She sighed, rolling her eyes as she put down the tablet she had been holding and looked pointedly at him. “Stop breathing and go all still. You look like a depressed statue.” Simon’s jerks up straight, forcing himself to take unneeded breaths once more. He hadn’t even noticed, had been so consumed with everything going on in his head that he didn’t realise he had just checked out of what was going on around him.
“Sorry,” he laughed nervously, rubbing at the back of his neck and looking off to the side. The ops center was busy, shadowhunters milling around and going about their daily tasks like a vampire wasn’t stood amongst them. He supposed they were used to him but now considering how much time he spent in the institute. Izzy had joked about him moving in once, making some teasing comment about how he and Jace were practically dating anyway so they should just move in together and make it official. Simon had almost choked on his blood but Jace had laughed and slung his arm around Simon’s shoulder, casually commenting on the fact he didn’t have enough space in his room for all Simon’s nerd stuff so he should just move into Simon’s apartment instead.
It was things like that that left Simon scrambling, unsure what to do with his feelings. He had played along, joking about not having nearly enough room in his bathroom cupboards for all of Jace’s hair products whilst internally he had been struggling not to imagine how his home would look if Jace was to share it with him. He hated how much he wanted that. Wanted to come home to the gentle sound of piano music and blades stored amongst the umbrellas and the fridge full of food alongside his bottles of blood. It was a pointless fantasy and whenever someone brought things like that up it always left Simon feeling alone, his apartment to big just for him.
“So you want to tell me?” Izzy asked, not even looking at Simon as she began to pull up reports. Simon shifted, crossing his arms over his chest and leaned against the edge of the table. “Tell you what?” he said casually, planning on feigning ignorance for as long as he could. This was one secret he would keep and he wouldn’t let Isabelle bully it out of him. She glanced up from her tablet, raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow at him. “Why all the depressed statue nonsense.” Simon pursed his lips, giving Izzy his best unimpressed look. He wasn’t a depressed statute, he was a melancholy vampire. There was a difference. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Simon mumbled, lifting his head up and looking off to the side.
Izzy huffed in amusement, her attention going back to her work even though a wide smile stretched across her plump red lips. She looked good, always did and though Simon loved where they were now he did regret that they hadn’t worked out. He could see himself really loving Izzy, the two of them maybe even getting married and adopting little shadowhunter’s but it wasn’t fair to her, to ask for that sort of commitment when he was in love with her brother and sure, maybe if he had stuck it out and worked at it he would have fallen out of love with Jace eventually but he didn’t want to get five years down the line and the two of them thinking about all the kind of things that came with a long term relationship and still be pining after Jace. It wasn’t fair and he wouldn’t do that to her, Simon cared too much about her to do that to her.
“Sure and it’s nothing to do with the little lovers quarrel you and Jace are having?” Simon narrowed his eyes at her, not at all impressed with the knowing look or satisfied smirk she was giving him. “We’re not lovers,” he grumbled. They weren’t lovers and at this rate Simon didn’t think he would be able to call them friends for much longer. “But you are fighting?” Crap. He had walked straight into that one, focusing on the one thing she knew annoyed him. Sighing he closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand. “We’re not fight we’re…I don’t know it’s….complicated.” He cringed as he stumbled over his words, not really knowing how to even begin describing what was happening between him and Jace because Simon simply didn’t know. They definitely weren’t fighting but something was going on between them and it wasn’t good.
Izzy looked up, frown in place and a demand for more information already on the tip of her tongue. Simon can’t do it, can’t stand here and talk about his big gay crush on his ex’s brother or the fact that he was coping with that attraction by sleeping with anyone who showed interest. Maia was right, he is a slut. “Look its fine, we’re fine,” he rushed out, waving off whatever she had been about to ask and taking a step backwards without looking. “It’s not important and stupid. We’ll be right as rain in no time,” Simon rambled, still not paying attention as he walked backwards and tried to get as far away from the current conversation as he could without being rude.
He was so caught up with what he was saying that Simon didn’t notice the shadowhunter behind him until his shoulder slammed into them and he stumbled backwards. Strong hands gripped his arm and waist, stopping him from falling flat on his ass. With wide eyes he looked up at the man scowling down at him, his blue eyes filled with annoyance. “Watch where you’re going,” he growled and Simon quickly righted himself, giving the guy a sheepish look as he huffed and continued on his way. G-ah he couldn’t do anything right could he? Not even something as simple was walking.
“Careful, we wouldn’t want any more accidents.” Simon spun back round at the teasing words, Izzy smiling widely up at him. Panic set in, Simon feeling a cold dread seep into his very soul but it was replaced quickly by a wave of anger. “He told you?” Simon hissed. She knew, she had to know to have said that and looking at Simon all knowingly and sly. He didn’t know why but Simon had thought Jace had kept it to himself but why would he? Simon should have known that he would tell at least Isabelle, Alec and by extension Magnus. His whole core friend group probably knew by now what Simon had been doing when he had been pretending to be off at band practice. He felt judged and he didn’t like it, especially coming from the likes of Izzy and Jace, two people who had still probably slept with more people than Simon had.
“No,” Izzy spoke cautiously, eyeing Simon like she was worried that he was about go hunt down Jace and start yelling at him. Honestly it was tempting. Simon got he was angry about the lying and weirded out by the whole bi thing but what right did he have to make any kind of judgment on how Simon spent his free time or with who he sought the company of? Simon hadn’t done anything wrong and Jace shouldn’t be making him feel so shitty about his chosen life style when he had been just as bad once, if not worse. Simon wanted to go find Jace in whatever room he had hidden himself away in and demand an explanation, to call him out on all the utter bullshit of the last few weeks and finally find out what his problem truly was instead of tip toeing around the issue because he was afraid of damaging their already strained relationship beyond repair. Simon loved Jace, he did but just because he loved the man didn’t mean he would stand there and let him treat him like that.
“Maia did.” Izzy’s tentative words cut through Simon’s tangent, his anger at Jace easing ever so slightly. Simon groaned, the tension leaving his shoulders as his head fell forward into his hands. Of course Maia would have told Izzy, those two got on surprisingly well and loved nothing more than to triad embarrassing stories about Simon. He knew he was just lashing out at Jace because he was hurt by the other mans treatment of him but that didn’t change anything. Jace was being kind of shitty to Simon at the moment and Simon could live with that if he only knew the reason why.
Of all the stupid and idiotic things he could halve said though, calling it an accident had probably been up there with trying to hiding it all in the first place but it had been an accident. Simon hadn’t meant to pick up both of them, had only intended to score a date with Alva but when he had turned up and she had been sat waiting with Alvin he hadn’t had the heart to turn the man away. And anyway Alvin was insanely attractive, they both were and Simon would be lying if he said that a threesome wasn’t a fantasy of his, he had just always imagined it with Clary and some other unspecified person. There had been a few months where Simon had imagined a tumble or two with Clary and Jace but he had quickly shut that thought down, not wanting to get too fixated on the blonde.
A lot of good that had done him.
Izzy laughed, clearly enjoying Simon’s embarrassment. “Shut up,” he mumbled even as he smiled softly at her. He was still a little annoyed at Maia but he had never actively set out to hide, it had just happened that way and he was surprised it had taken this long for him to be found out. “It was kind of idiotic, even for you,” Isabelle smiled at him, her eyes practically sparkling as she teased him. Simon laughed gently, stepping back up to the table and leaning against it again. “Yeah well, I never said I was smart.” He was an idiot when it came to all things Jace and when faced with the blonde’s anger Simon had faltered, losing whatever confidence he had had when it had just been him and the two seelie’s.
They lapsed into silence, Izzy tapping away and Simon just stood there watching. He made a conscious effort this time to move every now and then and made sure that he kept up the charade of breathing. The silence didn’t last long though, Izzy speaking before he got too bogged down in his thoughts. “Is that why you and Jace are fighting.” Simon sighed. He should have known that she wouldn’t leave it alone. He could brush it off, should just leave but Simon was tired and he wanted to talk to someone about it because it was exhausting dealing with the emotional whiplash. He just wanted things back to normal and without asking Magnus to rewind time Simon was at a loss as what to do.
“Honestly I have no idea what’s going on with Jace right now. He’s been off with me since he found out about the whole-” Simon gestured at himself, “band practice thing.” Simon sighed, his posture slumping as he braced his hands on the desk and let his head fall forward to hang between his arms. Why was his life always so complicated? Just for once he wanted to just cost through life without any problems or ridiculous complications. He just wanted to exist, happy and carefree for just one day. That wasn’t too much to ask for was it?
“Simon,” Izzy sighed, her delicate looking hand appearing in his field of vision as she placed it over one of his. Simon lifted his head slightly, looking up at her through his lashes. She was giving him a sad smile, her head tipped to the side slightly and her hair tumbling over her shoulder in dark and silky waves. “Can you really not think of a reason why he would be acting like he is?” she urged softly and Simon frowned. He thought it was because Jace was annoyed by Simon’s secrecy and that he was uncomfortable with finding out that Simon was into guys but from the look Izzy was giving him he thought that maybe it was something else but Simon just couldn’t see what else she would be implying.
Before he could tell he that though his phone started to ring, the opening bars of the Star Wars theme loud and jarring in the mostly muffled murmur of the room. Snatching his hand away Simon fumbled for his phone, fishing it out of his back pocket and flipping it over to see who it was. Though he knew it wouldn’t be Jace, the blonde having his own ringtone of the Captain America theme, there had still been a spark of hope that it would have been the blonde. As the name Tyler flashed across the screen though Simon felt nothing but disappointment. He supposed it was a blonde, just the wrong one.
Simon had met Tyler a couple of months ago at the Jade Palace and well, Simon had been gone the second he had walked in the door. He was tall, with long dirty blonde hair and eyes grey like a storm was rolling in. He clearly worked out, his obvious muscles rippling as he moved and Simon hadn’t been able to look away, transfixed by the animal like grace he possessed. Simon should have ran in the opposite direction, should have known that it would make things worse for him in the long run but he had spent the whole day with Jace, the other man flirting like he was actively trying to get Simon into bed as they spared and Simon had been desperate for something to help him get rid of the tension running through his body and the hunger singing in his veins.
It was easy to see the similarities between Jace and Tyler, wasn’t lost on Simon why the werewolf had caught his attention in the first place. The guy was cocky and arrogant though and unlike with Jace where it was earned and kind of endearing it just made the werewolf come across as a complete and utter asshole. He was mean as well, spiteful even, not really caring about his cruel words or too tight grip. Simon had known it was a terrible decision to get involved with him yet he kept going back like the stupid and pathetic mess that he was. He was the only person Simon was seeing on a semi regular basis that he didn’t actually like. The sex was always good but Simon always felt like shit afterwards and no matter how long he spent in the shower he could never get the feeling of being dirty to go away.
“Are you going to answer that?” Simon darted his eyes up to Izzy. “Erm no,” he answered quickly, declining the call and shoving his phone back into his pocket. She raised an eyebrow at him and Simon shrugged, pointedly not looking her in the eye. “You know I don’t mind if it was someone trying to set up a date?” She smiled reassuringly at him and Simon felt something inside him crack a little. “No, I did not know that,” he said honestly, admitting to his fear that she would think less of him for his actions. “It’s just sex Simon and as long as you’re being safe and everyone involved is a consenting adult no one has any right to judge you for it, least of all us.”
Simon wanted to laugh at that, wanted to ask if she could go tell Jace that because he was definitely judging Simon for his sex life. “No. Yeah. Sure. Everything’s safe, sane and consenting. Well mostly sane, sometimes we might be a little drunk,” Simon rambled, the words rushing out of him in a bid to reassure Izzy that he wasn’t a complete screw up. She was smiling fondly at him, the same look she always gave him when he was being like this. It was nice, reassuring to know that nothing had changed between them. He didn’t realise how much he had need someone to let him know everything was okay until Izzy had. His happiness was quickly swallowed up by hurt and anger though as Simon’s mind went back to Jace. Why was it so easy for Izzy to accept it, to accept him and to act like nothing had changed when Jace couldn’t even look him in the eye now?
As if he had been summoned just by the thought of him Jace came bounding down the stairs, smirking as he made his way towards them. “Who’s drunk and why wasn’t I invited?” He barely even glanced at Simon as he walked round the table coming to a stop next to Izzy and placing his own tablet down. “No one,” Simon rushed out before Izzy could say anything, shooting her a glare as she laughed. Jace looked between the two of them, raising an eyebrow at Simon as if he expected an explanation but considering how Jace had been lately Simon really didn’t want to bring his sex life into any conversation that Jace was involved in.
“Not in the talking mood today? That’s new,” Jace said teasingly and Simon turned his glare towards him, crossing his arms over his chest as he did so. Jace snorted in laughter, a genuine smile spreading across his lips and Simon instantly felt his glare soften. The last few weeks those smiles had been rare and seeing it now left Simon feeling warm, like the first time he had been able to stand in the sunlight after he became a vampire. The feeling didn’t last long.
“Simon’s embarrassed. He doesn’t want to arrange band practice in front of us,” Izzy teased, smiling widely across the table at Simon as she nocked her shoulder into Jace’s. The smile fell from Jace’s lips instantly, hurt and disappointment flickering behind Jace’s eyes. “Izzy,” Simon hissed angrily at her even as he was unable to tear his gaze away from Jace, watching as he just kind of shut down. Jace laughed but it was hollow, his smile obviously fake to Simon who had spent years watching the other man. “What’s the matter Lewis, afraid we’ll find out who your band mates are?” His voice was light and teasing as he spoke and to anyone else it probably would have seemed like the three of them were sharing a joke but Simon caught the slight bite to his name, the minuscule twitch of his lips into a frown at the end. Jace only ever called him Lewis when he was angry with him. Well that or mundie but that one always seemed to hurt more, like he couldn’t even acknowledge everything that had happened since he and Simon had first met.
“No, I thought we could hang out. Maybe go see a movie and get dinner. My treat,” Simon said quietly, his voice surprisingly flat and lacking any real emotion behind it. That had been why Simon had come to the institute, hoping to spend time with Jace and try and fix things but he had known the moment he had walked into the ops center and Jace had walked out that he wasn’t going to get the chance. Nothing had changed since then, in fact his chances of getting any time with Jace had probably gone down. “Nah, wouldn’t want you missing out on quality band time.” Jace didn’t even look up from the tablet he was fiddling with, his eyes tracking across the screen as he clicked on one thing than another.
“I don’t care about ‘band time’,” Simon spat out, making air quotes for it’s his fingers around the last two words, not that Jace was looking at him to see. Anger swirled in his stomach, his hands gripping at the edge of the table and eyes firmly fixed in the blonde. He wanted Jace to look at him. For once Simon wanted Jace to actually look at him and see what he was doing to him. Jace’s shoulders tensed, his hand stilling for a second before he continued with his work, his eyes never straying from the screen and sounding almost bored when he spoke. “It’s fine, go have fun with your groupies, we don’t need you here.” Simon felt his words like a slap to the face.
Jace had said a lot of crappy things to him since they had first met but somehow hearing him say he didn’t need him broke Simon’s cold dead heart in two. It felt like he was being told to get out and not come back, that Jace was trying to force him out of his life without actually having to say it. Simon knew he didn’t mean it like that, well he hoped he didn’t but the casual dismissal of Simon had his gut twisting, the thought of Jace not wanting him in any capacity making him feel sick.
“Look at me,” Simon demanded. If Jace wanted him gone then he could at least do Simon the favor of looking him in the eye when he told him. Jace’s heart rate picked up, his jaw clenched and eye twitching. Still he didn’t look up though, his eyes staying firmly fixed on the tablet in his hands. Simon wanted to yank it away from him, throw it across the room and listen to the satisfy noise as it shattered against the floor. “Look. At. Me,” he growled out, his anger swelling with every second that Jace ignored him. It was a simple request, all he wanted was to see the look in Jace’s eyes as he ripped Simon’s heart out. Maybe then he would be able to move on with his life and stop chasing someone who clearly didn’t want him.
Sighing Jace’s shoulders slumped slightly and finally he lifted his gaze up. “What?” he snapped in annoyance, glaring at Simon and if his heart was still beating Simon was sure it would have stopped. His eyes were dark and stormy, looking at Simon like he was nothing, an inconvenience. He looked so angry, glaring at Simon like he was the cause of all Jace’s problems and maybe he was. Faced with such hate Simon felt all the fight drain out of him.
What was he doing? Clearly Jace was done with him, probably was only being nice to avoid issues with Izzy and the work Simon did with Alec and the downworld council. He was making things worse like always. Jace was trying to make a clean break and here he was refusing to play along. Whatever had shifted for Jace that night clearly was bad enough that he didn’t want to salvage their friendship and Simon should respect that. Jace didn’t want or need him and the sooner he realized that the better it would be for both of them.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m sorry I bothered you,” Simon said softly, his eyes dropping in an attempt to escape Jace’s cold and angry eyes. He didn’t wait for an answer, didn’t want to hear Jace’s snarky and biting retort. He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, keeping his head down and turned, walked away from them and the last shred of hope he had held onto of salvaging his and Jace’s relationship. “Simon!” He ignored Izzy’s loud cry of his name, speeding up as he strode from the room. He was desperate to get away before the tears began to fall and he made more of a fool of himself. He didn’t want Jace to see how much he had hurt him either, didn’t want Jace to see just how much Simon cared about what he though of him.
Simon couldn’t understand what he had done wrong, couldn’t understand why Jace was acting the way he was. Simon hadn’t done anything wrong and the fact he was treating Simon like he had was just unfair. Izzy was right, no one had the right to judge him for having an active sex life and especially not Jace bloody Herondale. Sure Simon had kept it a secret but Jace hadn’t gone around broadcasting his sexcapades to everyone either and sure that might have been because he didn’t want Clary to know how big a man whore he was but that just drew even more similarities between what Jace had done and what Simon was doing now.
To hell with Jace. If he wanted to throw away their friendship then so be it. Simon was done being the one to always apologize. If Jace wanted fix things between them than he knew where Simon was and until then he planned on staying as far away from Jace as he could. He clearly didn’t want Simon in his life and he could at least grant the asshole that.
As he shoved through the institute doors Simon yanked his phone out of his pocket and quickly unlocked it. His whole body felt like it was thrumming with electricity, the need to do something to get rid of all his pent up anger and aggression almost driving him mad. He needed to fight or fuck and lucky enough for him he had a whole phone of people willing to help him with the latter and one in particular who would be down for a mix of the two.
He clicked on Tyler’s contact, the phone ringing twice before the other man picked up. “Knew you couldn’t stay away,” he growled, a confident lilt to his voice that had Simon cringing. “My afternoon just opened up,” Simon said in answer, choosing to ignore his previous comment. “Lucky you.” Yeah lucky, that’s totally how Simon would describe his current situation. “Sure, be at my place in an hour or don’t bother coming at all.” Simon hung up before Tyler could spew any more crap and before he could change his mind. It was a bad decision but Simon was just full of those at the moment so why not add one more to the ever frowning list. It wasn’t like anyone cared what he did, not the ones that mattered anyway.
Track Three: This night ain’t for the faint of heart.
Rating:E 18+ (scenes of a sexual nature ~ canon typical violence ~ rated E for latter chapters)
Pairings: Simon Lewis x Jace (insert chosen last name here) / minor Alec Lightwood x Magnus Bane / minor Simon Lewis x others)
Chapter summary: Jace is determined to prove to himself and everyone else that he doesn’t need Simon to have fun and he’s doing just that until life throws him yet another curveball and Jace finds out that band practice isn’t what he thought it was.
Jace swept his eyes across the room as he strode through the door, the soldier in him instantly checking for threats and making sure there were viable escape routes in case it came down him needing to make a quick exit. Not that he thought he would. Jace just wanted a drink to help drown out the realization of how boring and pathetic his life had become.
It wasn’t that busy but Jace hadn’t expected it to be considering it was the middle of the week but that was fine, he wasn’t really looking to interact with anyone and less people meant he was les likely to be bothered. There were a couple of werewolves playing pool, a lone vampire at the bar nursing a pint of blood and what Jace suspected to be a warlock and sorceress whispering at the table just to his right. In the far corner, half hidden in shadows there was what appeared to be another vampire getting rather cozy with a couple of seelie’s. Not that Jace could see much considering how the seelie’s were seated, one on either side of the vampire and leaning into his space. Jace could just make out the guys chest and a tuft of dark hair sticking up above the seelie’s long white blonde hair as they exchanged kisses.
Jace quickly moved his gaze on, wanting to give the others some privacy, well that and he didn’t want to be reminded of a certain vampire he wanted to get cozy with. Jace had half hoped that maybe there would have been someone for him to charm into his bed, a willing beauty that could help take his mind off Simon, if only for one night but it seemed the angels were not on his side and Jace had to resign himself to a night sat at the bar and irritating Maia until she undoubtedly kicked him out. It was probably for the best. The last time he had tried to pick someone up Jace had gotten as far as heavily making out down a back alley but it hadn’t felt right, Jace not into it at all and he had ended up sending the vampire off with an apology and a half asked ‘it’s not you it’s me’. He had been lucky she had been so understanding because after leading her on like that he definitely had deserved a slap at least.
Slipping into one of the stalls Jace didn’t have to wait long before Maia was striding towards him, looking equal parts bored and annoyed. “Oh yay, your here,” she deadpanned, crossing her arms over her chest as she came to a stop in front of him. Jace smirked, leaning forward on his elbows and looked up at her through his lashes. “I know, my presence is just that amazing but please, try and resist the magnetic pull of my charm and dashing good looks.” Maia’s scowl deepened, her eyes narrowing and lips pursing. Jace just kept smirking, wiggling his eyebrows at her until she huffed, and rolling her eyes at him. Her ridged posture eased, her arms falling to her side and an almost fond smile tugging at her lips. “I’m sure I’ll manage.” She turned her back on Jace as she spoke, ducking down to grab a bottle of beer out of the fridge behind her.
A year or so ago Jace’s eyes would have dropped down to her ass, watching the way her denim skirt rode up the back of her thighs slightly but his eyes didn’t stray from the back of her head. They had developed a friendship, one that was mostly Jace flirting badly and Maia insulting him but it was a friendship none the less. “Try all you want but we both know I’m irresistible.” Jace winked as she turned back round but all he got was another exasperated look, Maia popping the cap off the bottle and placing it down on the counter in front of him. He snatched it up almost instantly, taking a long drag of it and moaning softly at the bitter taste.
Jace didn’t drink as much as he used to and when he did it tended to be beer with a low alcohol content and even then it was only a bottle or two. He had heard Simon talk about his mum’s addiction enough to know what the signs were and the pained look on the vampires face every time Jace just kept drinking was enough to have him realizing that if he carried on he would develop a problem that could fuck with his life in ways he didn’t want. That didn’t stop him from enjoying a drink every now and then though but it kept him aware enough that getting black out drunk would not solve his problems, would just make them go away for a little while before they came back full force and left him feeling even more shitty.
“The only thing you’re irresistible to is herpes,” Maia grumbled. Jace ignored her. He was getting good at that, ignoring the things he didn’t want to see or hear until they went away. The only thing it didn’t seem to be working on was Simon because no matter how hard he tried Jace just couldn’t seem to stop wanting things he had no right to be wanting. Ignoring it wasn’t working and Jace could only hope that putting some distance between them would resolve it. He couldn’t help but wonder if Simon had felt like this all those years he had spent mooning over Clary, unable to walk away even though he knew it would probably have been for the best. Not that Jace was mooning over Simon, nope, no way, well not unless you counted the amount of time Jace spent looking at Simon’s ass but that wasn’t the same thing. Jace wasn’t in love with Simon like the brunette had been with Clary. Jace was in lust and he blamed his lack of a sex life on his fixation as well as the amount of time they spent together.
“So why are you here?” Maia’s snarky voice snapped Jace out of his stupor and he looked up from where his gaze had fallen to the counter, Jace not having even realized he was frowning down at the scratched and stained surface. “It’s your stunning personality and winning smile. I just couldn’t stay away,” Jace smirked, leaning forward slightly and tipping his head to the side, letting his bangs fall forward. He was deflecting and they both knew it. Jace could only hope she would take the hint but of course he wouldn’t be that lucky.
Maia scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest again and looked down at Jace with amusement, a knowing smirk pulling up the corner of her mouth. “Sure, and it has nothing to do with Simon ditching you again.” Jace’s smile fell and he jerked back in his seat. “Simon didn’t ditch me,” he snapped, his grip tightening on his beer as annoyance sank in and he glared back at her. There was no ditching, they were both adults with their own lives outside of each other. They didn’t have to spend every second of every day together and Jace would really like for people to just stop trying to push him and Simon into something they just weren’t and would never be.
Maia’s eyes flicked up, looking over Jace’s shoulder. She scrunched up her nose slightly, pulling the same face she did when Simon and Clary used to be overly affectionate to each other. “Sure looks like he’s ditched you.” She wasn’t looking at him as she spoke, her eyes still stuck somewhere behind Jace and voice distracted. If he had to guess Jace would assume she was looking at the seelie’s and unfortunate vampire stuck between them. They were probably getting a bit to handsy, Maia trying to decide if she should kick them out or not. Jace said let them go at it, at this rate watching a threesome between two seelie’s and a vampire was probably the closest he was going to get to actual sex any time soon. At least someone was getting lucky, instead of the sad and pathetic wanks that seemed to be the only thing Jace was going to get until he got past his infatuation with Simon bloody Lewis.
“Well he didn’t,” Jace snapped, any calm he had built up on the walk over from the institute was now completely gone. He felt on edge, angry and ready for at least an argument if not a fight. He hated how riled up he got when it came to all things Simon, how easy it was to get under his skin with just the mention of the vampire. “Uh huh. So why are you here and he’s ov…” Jace cut her off, the glass creaking slightly as his grip tightened. “Simon had band practice and I wanted a drink. We are allowed to do things on our own.” This wasn’t how he had wanted to spend his evening. He had wanted to get away from Simon’s ever looming presence, not defend his reasons for not having the vampire with him.
“Is that what he’s calling it,” she mumbled, her attention still firmly fixed on what was happening behind him and only half paying attention to their conversation. “What are you even looking at?” He grumbled, already turning in his seat and craning his head round to look behind him. Jace caught a glimpse of fluffy brown hair as the vampire ducked down to mouth at an exposed neck before a loud bang came from the other end of the bar and Jace snapped his head back round, startled by the sudden nose.
The vampire at the other end of the bar banged his empty glass on the table before lifting it and waiving it towards them. He looked completely out of it, eyes hazy and clothes rumpled. He looked like he should have been cut off at least two drinks ago and by the resigned look Maia is wearing Jace assumes that was what was about to happen. “Want me to throw him out?” he offered, knowing full well that she didn’t need his help. “I’ve got it.” Maia drew herself up to her full height, head held high and stalked down the bar towards the annoyed looking blood sucker.
Smirking Jace turned away, staring at the empty glasses and half filled bottles along the wall as he took another swig of his beer. He sat in silence for a while, sipping his drink and staring unseeingly ahead of him, just listening to the gentle murmur of the bar around him. For a while it worked, Jace’s mind blissfully blank but soon enough his fingers started to twitch. Jace had never been good at doing nothing, always the one for action and even just sitting at the bar was proving difficult. It wouldn’t have been a problem if someone else was there to keep him company, a constant stream of chatter and engagement that would keep Jace from thinking about every moment of his life that had led up to this point. Sitting alone and drinking cheep beer had probably not been the best idea.
Placing his mostly empty bottle down Jace fished his phone out of his pocket in the hopes of finding something to distract him. Simon had installed a couple of games for him, as well as having shown Jace the joys and horrors of YouTube, though Jace didn’t quite get some of the stuff Simon had shown him on there he did enjoy watching the weapon crafting videos as well as ones on combat and cute puppies. There had to be something he could find to pass the time until Maia came back for him to irritate.
Unlocking his phone though reminded Jace that he hadn’t bothered to close down his messages and he was greeted with his last few exchanges with Simon. Because he was a glutton for punishment Jace started to scroll back, re-reading his exchanges with the vampire. Mostly it was stupid stuff, the two of them exchanging small talk or arranging where they would meet and what to do. Sometimes they spoke about the down world and shadowhunters and sometimes they passed on their fears and doubts, the things they still struggled with and the other would listen, offering up understanding and advice when needed.
Throughout all that though was the teasing, their friendly banter and gentle ribbing still there but between all that there was something else. It was in Jace’s nature to be slightly suggestive and charming, flirting with almost everyone and he was used to everyone just rolling their eyes at him and getting on with it but at some point shy dorky Simon had flirted back as if it was normal and everything had just gotten weird after that.
It had been after he had had his little epiphany, Jace seemingly unable to not hit on Simon now he had realized how into him he was. It just became another part of their relationship and it was driving Jace crazy. He knew Simon only did it for fun, always smiling and laughing as Jace called him baby and in return Simon called him angel boy. Maybe he would have gotten over his little infatuation already if Simon had been the same as everyone else, scoffing and rolling his eyes and just ignoring the fact Jace had called him pretty or had made comments like earlier on whilst training, implying something sexual. Simon didn’t though and though Jace knew it didn’t mean anything for him, he couldn’t help the little thrill of excitement that shot through him every time Simon paid him the kind of attention he craved from the vampire.
It was pathetic, he was pathetic. Clinging onto those moments where he could pretend that after the flirting and the teasing winks he would be able to follow it all up with light touches and demanding kisses. By the angel what was wrong with him? He had never used to be like this, not till Clary had come barging into his life and ripped down all his carefully crafted defenses. He was going soft and that only led to people getting hurt or worse and Jace really didn’t think he could live through loosing someone else, not so soon after Clary.
Another bottle of beer being put down in front of him startles Jace out of the dark places his mind was beginning to wander to and he looks up to find Maia looking down at him with concern, even if she was trying to cover it up with annoyance. “Could you not do that-” Maia waved her hand in front of Jace’s face, “here, you’re scaring the customers away.” Jace arched an eyebrow at her as he pointedly glanced around him at the still mostly empty bar. His brooding, as Simon called it, wasn’t scaring anyone off as there wasn’t anyone there to begin with.
Maia huffed, rolling her eyes at him. “Stop pining like some sort of kicked puppy. It’s pathetic and weird.” Jace scowled, finishing off his beer and then starting in the other one, hoping to chase away one bitter taste with the other. “I’m not pining,” he gritted out. They needed to stop with this pining bullshit or Jace was going to punch something.
Maia scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest and looking down at Jace like he was an idiot. He was sure her and Izzy practiced that look together, giving the other tips on the best way to look both bored and annoyed at the same time as well as a little condescending. “If you didn’t want to see him getting all cozy with the stepford twins then why did you even bother coming here?” Jace looked back at her dumbly. He didn’t understand her reference and had no idea what she was talking about. He knew she must be taking about Simon but he hadn’t seen the other man with anyone else in the last couple of months, let alone twins. No, if Simon was in a relationship Jace would know about it, the vampire couldn’t keep a secret even if he tried and there was no way he wouldn’t have told Jace the moment he started seeing someone. Simon told him everything and he wouldn’t keep something like that from him.
“What are you even on about?” Jace snapped, confused and feeling angry that Maia may know something about Simon that he didn’t. Huffing she rolled her eyes, uncrossing her arms to point behind Jace. Frowning he turned, following Maria’s outstretched arm until he was looking at the table in the far corner. He sucked in a breath, eyes going wide as the world around him seemed to stop.
The seelie’s had moved, sitting back and sipping at their drinks. Now that they were facing forward Jace could clearly see that one of them was a guy, his shirt open to expose his chest and his long silky hair cascading over his shoulder. Both were beautiful, with sharp features and stunning blue eyes, the women’s own white blonde hair lightly curled and draped across her shoulders. Separately they were stunning, together they were mesmerizing but Jace’s attention was stuck elsewhere because in the middle, smirking confidently and eyes practically sparkling sat Simon, his attention completely focused on the man as he spoke.
“It’s the second time this week he’s been here, though Monday it was with some vampire. Girl was weird looking, face full of metal and dressed like she was going to a funeral. He seemed pretty into though. Had to threaten to kick them out when it looked like they were going to start fucking right on the table.” Maia was talking but Jace was struggling to understand the words coming out of her mouth because if what she was saying was true then that meant Jace had been wrong, so very, very wrong. No, this had to be some kind of hallucination or someone wearing a glamour to look like the vampire because there was no way that was Simon, tipping his head to the side and giving the woman space to start kissing up his neck, her hands sliding up under his crimson shirt. That wasn’t Simon letting the man curl his long delicate looking fingers under his chin and tip his head back before claiming his lips in a slow and sensual kiss.
It was like a car crash, Jace unable to look away even as bile rose in his throat and his stomach twisted into knots. He couldn’t help but watch Simon’s mouth move against the other mans, the way his eyelashes fluttered as he closed his eyes or the way he tipped his head back and just gave up any semblances of control. Simon’s hand disappeared under the table, the muscles in his arm flexing slightly and then the seelie was pulling back, eyes still closed and lips parted on a gasp. Simon’s eyes were dark when he opened them, a wicked smirk on his lips as his arm moved again. It didn’t take a genius to work out where Simon’s hand was or what he was doing with it. That knot tightened in Jace’s stomach, his heart pounding away and his palms begging to sweat.
The seelie ducked forward, Simon turning his head to give him access to the other side of his neck. He and the women slid their hands down, both disappearing under the table and Simon threw his head back on an audible moan even from across the room. Simon’s lips parted, his fangs just visible as his tongue poked out to wet at his lips, his eyes falling shut once more as he just let them do what they pleased to him. Jace sucked in a breath, his heart skipping a beat as he mirrored the action, his mouth suddenly dry. In his imagination it was him and Simon, Jace straddling his thighs and grinding down as he licked and sucked his way across Simon’s exposed neck. Jace’s blood rushed south, his dick hardening even as anger and jealousy clawed at his throat.
He wanted to go over there and shove the seelie’s off of him, wanted to slide into Simon’s lap and show him that he didn’t need anyone else other than Jace. He wanted to demand his attention, make it impossible for Simon to look anywhere but at him. He wanted those cold hands on him, Simon’s lips pressed against his and Jace’s name on his lips like a prayer. He wanted Simon, in every way imaginable and he wanted Simon to want him back. Just him.
Simon’s eye fluttered open, like he could feel Jace watching him. His eyes were dark and hooded, full of hunger and desire and like they had been pulled by magnets they instantly found Jace’s, their gaze locking. Simon sucked in an unneeded breath, his tongue flicking teasingly against one of his fangs and Jace’s heart stuttered.
He quickly spun back round, snatching up his beer and downing half of it in one go. He felt sick, his skin tingling but not in a good way. It was almost like it was too tight, stretched across his muscles and threatening to snap at any moment. “Maybe you should stop and breathe before you drown yourself.” Jace darted his eyes up to Maia, glaring as he continued to gulp down his drink. He would be so lucky to drown, maybe then he wouldn’t have the image of Simon throwing his head back and moaning for someone else on a constant loop in his head.
Sighing Maia darted her gaze away, looking awkward and uncomfortable and Jace couldn’t blame her. He was falling apart, his jealousy and nausea slowly getting consumed by his anger, both at himself and Simon, though it was more geared towards Simon at the moment. “I thought you knew, he hadn’t exactly kept it quiet.” Jace scoffed. He didn’t know what hurt more, that he had completely misjudged the kind of person Simon was or that he had lied to Jace about it. No that was definitely what hurt more. Jace could take Simon having a fling or two, taking others into his bed for a little relief, it would be hypocritical of Jace to judge him for that when he had been just as bad once upon a time. He would have been disappointed sure, but he would have dealt with it like an adult. No what he couldn’t stomach was the vampire lying to him about it.
He had out right lied to Jace about his plans, not even batting an eyelid as it slipped past his lips and Jace hadn’t suspected a thing. Simon had never used to be that good at lying, becoming flustered and rambling as he tried to cover his tracks but somewhere along the line he had developed an aptitude for it and if he could lie about this then what else could he have lied about? Maybe he had lied about the downworlder cabinet meeting he went to the other month or the reason why he had been late to training last week or maybe he had lied about ever having liked Jace in the first place and the friendship he put so much time and effort into was just a sham.
Jace tensed as someone came up bedside him, three empty glasses being placed down on the counter almost soundlessly. He knew who it was without even having to look, could tell from the way his body began to tingle like he was sat next to an electrical field. “Thanks Maia,” Simon mumbled, his voice hesitant and full of false cheer. She huffed, rolling her eyes before snatching the glasses up and walking away, leaving them alone. An awkward silence fell between them, the kind that hadn’t been there since Simon had drunk his blood for the first time. Jace hated it, wanted to just get up and leave or call Maia back so he wouldn’t have to deal with this. Not now, not ever.
“Band practice huh?” Jace gritted out. He sounded as angry as he felt, his grip tightening on his beer as he quickly took another swig in an attempt to stop himself from turning to the brunette and demanding he explain what the hell was going on. “Erm yeah,” Simon laughed nervously and Jace just knew he had lifted his hand to rub at the back of his neck, head tipped forward and looking all shy and coy, like he was the most innocent thing around when in reality he was anything but. “Book club was taken.” Jace huffed humorously, about to tell Simon that if he wanted to join book club so badly Jace would have given him a life time membership, a bloody VIP pass that granted him full access but the words died in his mouth, the implications of what Simon had said sinking in like a shard of ice to the gut.
Simon had been going to band practice for months, disappearing for a few hours or sometimes the whole night at least once every week. Jace had teased him for it, claiming the band was rubbish because they hadn’t landed a gig but Simon had just laughed it off, making some remark about Jace not recognizing good music if it slapped him in the face before moving the conversation on. Jace had thought it was just Simon being modest or just playing for the fun for once but that hadn’t been it at all. In reality he was using it to hide his x-rated activities just like Jace had used book club but unlike Jace he had gotten away with it because no one would suspect sweet, innocent and all around good guy Simon of being the kind of guy to fuck and run.
Fuck. How stupid had he been, longing for a guy who he had convinced himself just wasn’t the type to do casual when in reality he just didn’t want to do casual with Jace.
“Look Jace I’m…” He didn’t give Simon a chance to try and justify his actions, turning in his seat to finally look at the vampire. He looked good, the crimson shirt formfitting but not to tight, the top couple of buttons undone to expose his collarbone. His hair was a fluffy mess from where fingers had been running through it and his rich chocolate eyes were dark, the remains of his arousal and hunger still clinging to them. Jace’s gut twisted, those knots getting impossibly tighter. Jace needed him gone before he did something stupid like hit him or pull him into a demanding kiss. Neither one would probably end well.
“I really couldn’t care less Simon.” The lie slipped easily from between his lips, Jace trying for a bored look though he was sure his eyes probably betrayed him, showing his anger and hurt as clearly as if Jace had spelled it out for him. Simon’s brows furrowed, a frown tugging at his lips and what looked like hurt and disappointment flashing through his eyes. “Right,” Simon mumbled, his eyes darting off to the side. He looked like a kicked puppy or like Jace had just told him comic con had been cancelled. He was being mean, lashing out to try and hide his own pain and foolishness. Sure Simon had kept things from him but people were allowed secrets. Simon didn’t owe him the truth and Jace needed to stop acting like one off those crazy ex’s who seemed to think they had some sort of right to dictate their ex’s life.
It hurt though, the realization that Simon didn’t want him, not in that way anyway. He had convinced himself the only reason he and Simon hadn’t slept together was Simon’s pathological need to be in a relationship but in the end it was simply because Simon didn’t see Jace like that and why should he? Jace hadn’t been nice to him, not at the beginning any way and those kind of impressions stay with you. He was lucky Simon even saw him as a friend if he was being honest, was lucky to have Simon in any way and he needed take what he was given and move on if he wanted to keep the vampire around.
Sighing Jace’s shoulder slumped. He felt tired all of a sudden, all the anger and pain draining from him. Knocking back the last of his beer Jace stood up, the action putting him a lot closer to Simon than he had thought it would. Those doe eyes went wide, Simon tipping his head back just ever so slightly to look up at Jace. He wanted to lean in, curl one hand around Simon’s waist and bury the other in his hair and kiss the man senseless. He couldn’t though, his advances weren’t wanted and Simon already had someone to pass the night with.
He felt trapped though, stuck in Simon’s dark eyes and being pulled in. It was like magic, like Simon was using encanto on him to keep him there. Jace wouldn’t mind that, would go willingly if it got him what he wanted and wasn’t that a dangerous thought, a shadowhunter so willing to be enthralled just for a chance to be close to the other man. “Your adoring fans are waiting.” Maia’s curt voice cut through the heavy silence that had fallen between them and Jace hastily took a step back to put some much needed distance between them. He avoided the knowing smirk Maia was giving them, her hands braced on the counter and watching them like they were one of those trashy reality shows she and Izzy liked so much.
Simon swallowed, his tongue darting out to lick at his lips and Jace would bet money on the fact he would be blushing if he still could. Jace liked getting him flustered, missed how easy it had used to be when he was still human and fumbling. Jace really should have slept with him then, just so he could have see how far down the blush went. Trying to distract himself from his own twisted mind Jace looked away from Simon and across the bar. That had been a mistake.
His eyes instantly landed on the two seelie stood by the door, their heads turned into toward the other as they whispered. Their eyes were locked on Simon though, sapphire blue eyes practically sparkling with mischief. From the way a smile began to stretch across Simon’s lips, his eyes getting impossibly darker, the vampire was listening to them and whatever filth was falling from their lips. Jealousy shot through Jace, annoyed at the fact that he couldn’t even keep Simon’s attention when he was stood right next to him.
“Didn’t know you had it in you mundie,” Jace mocked, turning back round to lean on the bar. He motioned to Maia for another beer and thankfully she kept her mouth shut, only glaring at him as she went to get his next drink. Out the corner of his eye he saw Simon turn to frown at him, the brief flash of confusion and hurt in his eyes enough to to have Jace cursing himself and his incapability to keep his own feelings in check but he was hurt and jealous and no matter how much he knew he shouldn’t be acting this way he wanted Simon to feel a little of what he was, even if it was for completely the wrong reasons.
“It was an accident,” Simon mumbled and Jace scoffed, turning to look over his shoulder at the other man and raising an eyebrow in disbelief. “Sure, you accidentally fell into the laps of a couple of unsuspecting seelie’s, I’ll buy it. What about the others? You trip and accidental fall into their beds as well?” Jace’s voice was harsh and mocking as he spoke, the words just spewing from his lips with the bitter tang of anger cling to them. Simon jerked back, hurt, guilt and shame passing over his face in quick succession. It didn’t lass long, anger quickly darkening his eyes and he was glaring down at Jace, arms crossed over his chest and head held high. He had been spending too much time with Maia and Izzy, the look eerily similar to there’s and Jace liked it even less on Simon then he did on the other two.
“Not that its any of your business asshole but no, I’m actually capable of picking people up,” Simon snapped, his arms flexing as Simon dug his fingers into his biceps like he was trying to keep from physically lashing out. Jace wanted him to, wanted an excuse to crack his knuckles against Simon’s delicate looking jaw. He let out a huff of humorless laughter, ready to ask Simon if he had had to offer to do their taxes in exchange but before he could even begin to get the words out a bottle of beer was being loudly slammed down in front of him. “Don’t go back to the seelie realm,” Maia stated, a slight edge to her voice and Jace couldn’t tell if it was because of him or Simon. He hoped it was Simon because he wasn’t in the mood to deal with her overprotectiveness.
“I’m not that stupid,” Simon snapped, turning his annoyance onto Maia though it lost some of the heat it had held whilst he looked at Jace. “Really?” Jace teased, remembering all the times Simon actually had been that stupid. Jace turned back round towards the bar, ignoring Simon’s glare and snatching the new bottle of beer up, taking a swig of the warm liquid. Maia hadn’t bothered to get this one out the fridge. She was definitely mad at him then.
He could feel Simon’s eyes boring into the side of his head but he refused to turn around and acknowledge the other man, being stubborn in his imagined betrayal. Eventually Simon huffed, his intense gaze moving on and leaving Jace’s skin tingling. “Thanks again,” Simon said flatly, a stack of bills appearing on the counter in a blur of movement. There was enough there for at least two rounds of the top shelf stuff and a rather generous tip. Clearly being a representative of vampires to the clave was paying better than Jace had thought, that or Simon had become a prostitute in his spare time. Jace hated that he actually considered how much it would cost him to have Simon completely to himself.
“Asshole,” Simon mumbled as he brushed past Jace, their shoulders knocking and something inside of him just snapped. He had to have the last word, it was almost like his sanity depended on coming out on top and before Simon had even take two steps away from him Jace was spinning round, calling out loudly as he leant casually against the bar. “Careful, don’t want any more accidents.” Jace winked at Simon, giving him the same confident smirk that had gotten him in so many beds before and delighting in the way Simon’s scowl deepened, his jaw clenching as he bit back whatever he wanted to say. Jace was under the vampire’s skin, knew where to prod and prod to get a reaction and no matter how hard anyone else tried they wouldn’t be able to dig him out.
Shaking his head Simon turned away from him, easily slipping between the two seelie’s. They both moved into his personal space, the woman sliding up to his side and loping her arm around his and pressing herself against him. The guy placed his hand low on Simon’s back, his fingers splayed wide and playing with the hem of his shirt. Jace glared at the hand, wanting to storm over there and rip it off of Simon and maybe break a few of the seelie’s fingers in the process. His eyes darted up and away only to get caught by bright blue ones that stared back at him in open amusement. The seelie ushered Simon forward and out the open door, winking at Jace as they stepped through and out into the night, the door closing with a soft click behind them.
Jace snarled, turning back to the bar and snatched up his beer, wishing it was something stronger to help drown out the anger and jealousy that was pounding through his veins. “Well that went well.” Jace glared up at Maia as he finished off his beer. “Shut up,” he growled as he placed his empty bottle down a little harder then he had intended. His whole body felt tense, like a spring wound to tightly. He wanted to hit something, wanted to beat his frustrations out until his hands were bloody and all he could feel was the ache that came with a good fight.
“No seriously, if you wanted him to think you’re a judgmental, hypocritical bitch then congrats, job well done,” Maia snarled down at him, hands braced on the side of the bar and leaning into his space. He wanted a fight and he knew she would give him one, would probably leave him spitting blood and covered in bruises. It would be brutal and satisfying but he knew that all it would do was cause more problems in the long run. Snarling Jace yanked out his wallet, throwing a few bills down to cover his drinks and then some.
Neither of them said anything as Jace left, though Maia really didn’t have to considering the look she was giving him. How she managed to look both angry and concerned Jace didn’t know but what he did know was that he didn’t want to have to deal with her calling him out on his shitty behavior. He didn’t need her to tell him that he had been an asshole and he didn’t want to think about Simon off with the the perfect blonde, not even caring that he had hurt Jace.
‘Fuck him’ Jace thought. Why should he care if Simon slept with half the down world? If that’s how he wanted to spend the rest of his immortal life then let him, Jace wouldn’t stop him. It wasn’t any of his business who Simon spent his nights with and he had made it perfectly clear that he didn’t care enough about Jace to be honest with him. He had been an idiot to even think for a second that someone like Simon would ever want him. Jace was damaged, broken beyond repair and an asshole to just round it all off.
He had known his feelings for Simon would ruin their friendship but he had thought he would have at least gotten to kiss the other man first before it had all gone up in flames. Now all that was left was the bitter taste of jealousy, the bone deep hurt of not being good enough and the all consuming anger at himself for being so stupid and at Simon for not even realizing what he had done to Jace.
Well fuck Simon, or not as was the case. Jace didn’t need him in his life, nor did he want him at the moment. He would just be a reminder that Jace wasn’t good enough and he didn’t need Simon’s help with that. Jace already knew he wasn’t but he had never thought that Simon would be the one to drive home the point.
Rating:E 18+ (scenes of a sexual nature ~ canon typical violence ~ rated E for latter chapters)
Pairings:Simon Lewis x Jace (insert chosen last name here) / minor Alex Lightwood x Magnus Bane
Chapter summary: Jace doesn’t regret his actions but he does feel a little guilty and he definitely isn’t sulking because Simon ditched him for his nerdy band practice yet again.
The meeting had lasted just over an hour, everyone going over reports and sharing information from the last week. It had been boring but Jace had forced himself to pay attention, taking everything in and forcing Simon from his mind. Concentrating on work had helped, Simon the last thing on his mind as he gave his own reports but as soon as the meeting was over and there was nothing to keep him occupied his mind had instantly gone back to Simon and before he knew what he was doing Jace had his phone in his hands, having already sent a text to Simon demanding to know if he had finished with his nerd thing as Jace was bored and wanted entertaining.
Simon had been quick to reply, shooting Jace down and informing him that he would probably be busy all night but promising to swing by the next day with lunch and a mango smoothie to make it up to him. Jace had only been slightly mollified with the gesture, sulking off to his room to go wash the hours of sweat off and ignoring Izzy’s knowing smirk and teasing comment about being abandoned by his not boyfriend. That had left a sour taste in Jace’s mouth and he couldn’t understand why. Simon wasn’t his boyfriend, nor had he been abandoned like some sort of unwanted animal. Simon was allowed to have plans outside of Jace. They weren’t exclusive or anything, they had other friends, Simon apparently more so than Jace.
He tried not to think about it as he headed to the shower, trying to ignore the bitter taste and swirling in his gut as he pulled off his workout clothes and leaving a trail behind him into the bathroom. Almost as soon as he’s under the hot spray though his mind begins to wander once more. Jace knew that he and Simon spent a lot of time together, more than was probably strictly necessary but it wasn’t Jace’s fault they got along so well now that they were actively not hating on each other. Things were easy with Simon, simple even. Jace knew where he stood with the vampire and Simon never expected anything from Jace other than for him to just be himself, flaws and all. So yeah, Jace liked to spend time with Simon because he enjoyed the vampires company and the fact he was pretty to look at made it even less of a hardship to be around him.
With his thoughts already occupied with Simon it didn’t take long for Jace to go back to that day’s training, remembering vividly how Simon had looked and felt under his hands. Having Simon on top of him seemed to be the thing his mind stuck on the most, Jace almost perfectly able to imagine what he would look like bouncing up and down with his head thrown back and eyes closed, his mouth hanging open on a moan and his razor sharp fangs almost glinting in the light.
Simon was always so loud in his fantasy’s, Jace unable to imagine him not making some form of noise even if it was a loud moan or a desperate cry of Jace’s name. Everything he knew of Simon fed into it, including all the times he had seen him shirtless and hair tussled, how cold he would be under his hands as Jace gripped at his waist and pulled him down against him. Reality overlapped with fantasy, Simon all bright eyes and wide smiles as he looked down at Jace like he was heaven incarnate even as his nails dug into Jace’s chest and drew blood. It was enough for Jace, finding his release embarrassingly quickly and having to bite down on his lip to keep from moaning Simon’s name. He had stood under the shower, breathing heavily and letting the hot water run over his neck and shoulders, the last faint echo of Simon calling his name taunting Jace with what he couldn’t have.
He felt guilty afterwards, always did but just like every other time before he stomped down on the feeling, knowing full well that it wouldn’t be enough to stop him from doing it again. It was a vicious circle of want and guilt that he just couldn’t seem to get out off but he wasn’t sure he wanted to, not really. He deserved to feel that heavy feeling in his chest, like something was pressing down on him, almost suffocating him. He deserves to feel ashamed every time his eyes drop to Simon’s ass or he spent to long trying to imagine what Simon’s skin would taste like on his lips. They were supposed to be friends and Jace was treating Simon like some sort of sex object and that was something he never would have imagined liking Simon to, especially considering how much of a walking disaster the other man had been when they first met.
Feeling sufficiently guilty and a little disgusted with himself Jace had flopped back onto his bed, naked and wet and just staring up at the ceiling as he wondered what to do with his free evening. It was stupid that he had just automatically assumed he would have been spending it with Simon, not even taking it into consideration that he would have had plans of his own. That assumption had left him alone with nothing with his own mind for company and that never ended well, the silence making it to easy for Jace to get lost in his memories to the point he felt like he was drowning.
He could try Alec, it had been a few weeks since he had seen his parabatai but he was loathe to disturb his and Magnus’ wedded bliss and he really didn’t want to play the third wheel yet again. Izzy wouldn’t allow him anywhere near her, not tonight anyway considering she was on duty and had been the one to force this night off on Jace so if he so much as tried to slip back into the ops room she would kick his ass all the way back out again. With Simon off at his band practice that left Jace with very few options and he really didn’t want to spend the night alone.
Sighing he turned his head to the side, staring at his abandoned phone and trying to will it to do something that would make the choice for him. Even if it was just to cover a patrol or something equally as routine Jace would take it, just for something to do. He hated nights off, never really knowing what to do with himself unless he had someone to spend the time with. That was normally Simon, Jace having spent every day off he had had in the last two months with the vampire doing everything from going out for drinks to shopping or even just crashing at Simon’s and playing video games and watching those mundane movies that the nerd was so obsessed with.
He wasn’t sure when it had become a thing, Jace practically demanding Simon’s attention even when he was working as well as when he wasn’t but it had and Simon was always so accommodating, allowing Jace into his space and his life without so much as batting an eyelid. It had never been a problem, until now that was because now it just felt weird to have free time and Simon not being there, Jace not knowing what to do with himself without the other mans presence. The whole situation was tragic, just highlighting how pathetic he had become.
Feeling frustrated and annoyed with his own stupidity Jace shoved up off the bed and started to angrily pull on his clothes. So what if Simon wasn’t around? Jace didn’t need the vampire there constantly to function. He had survived before the idiot came stumbling into his life, all nervous chatter with an uncanny knack for getting into trouble and Jace would be fine now. He could handle one night on his own, he just needed something to do.
It shouldn’t be that hard to keep himself occupied. He could head down to the library and read, he still had a book on modern mundane history to finish that Simon had given him when he found out how much of a history buff Jace was. He could go play for a while, though he wasn’t feeling it right now he was sure once he was sat down in front of the piano something would come to him and he would be able to lose a few hours to the gentle melodies. Failing that he was sure he would be able to find someone to spar with. Sure it may be overkill considering how long he had already spent training with Simon but at least it would keep his mind occupied and he wouldn’t be distracted by his chosen victim like he always seemed to be with Simon.
There were plenty of things for him to do that didn’t include Simon. They weren’t attached at the hip, they could do things on their own, should do more things without the other hanging around. Maybe if they spent some time apart Jace would be able to look at the brunette without thinking about him naked and his family would stop badgering him to ask Simon out when he really didn’t want to.
Mind made up Jace shoved his boots on. He would start spending less time with Simon and now was a good as time as any to start. So what if it was because Simon had other plans? It was still time apart. Jace was a fully functioning adult as well as a highly capable shadowhunter. He had fought monsters that legends were made off and gone through horrors that would leave a lesser man insane. Putting some distance between him and Simon should be easy, all things considered. They would spend less time together, Jace would get his own life back and he would be able to look at Simon for longer than two minutes without thinking about him naked. It was simple really, easy even and he would start tonight by proving he didn’t need the vampire around to have a good time.
Now he just needed to decide what the actual hell he was going to do.
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