A/N:
Guess who's back, back again? Karma's back, tell a friend!
So this idea has been stewing away in my mind pretty much ever since I started reading TDI, but I never really knew a way to go about it, until, of course, I had exams to study for and schoolwork to do and I needed to be actually productive instead of writing fanfic. So this is probably the longest thing I've actually written and completed- although the 'completed' has a question mark at the end of it, just in case you guys want more and I still need procrastination material. So, here we go! This chapter is very NSFW, so don't read if you're not into it, I've tagged the trigger warnings already so if you're triggered by any of that, definitely don't read.
It's also sort of a songfic for "The Only Exception" by Paramore, so that might be good mood music for reading this. Okay, piece!
xKarmax
Will stood at the door of Jem's bedroom with a vibrant, widespread grin on his face. Jem was at the end of his bed, disentangling himself from his gear and laying his weapons out on the duvet. Will, himself, was still fully kitted up with Marks coating his arms like tattoo sleeves.
Once Jem had stripped himself down to his dull trousers and tunic, he turned towards the door to see a beaming Will, leaning against the door frame. He didn't seem to be looking at anything in particular; his eyes wandered in a space that only he knew. Still, he seemed to be happy there.
"Well, are you just staying for the show or would you like to step inside?" Jem asked, picking up a dagger from his assortment of deadly things and pulling out a casing from underneath the bed.
"You know I wouldn't miss a chance to bloat, dear parabatai," Will replied, taking a pronounced stride into the room.
"Oh dear, the parabatai is coming out," Jem said. "Should I protect my delicates?" He wrapped his arms around himself in a mock protective manner.
Will laughed and made his way over to Jem. He swung an arm around Jem's shoulder, eliciting a deep, well-meaned sigh from the white-haired boy.
"I do think I really outdone myself today," he said, making wild gestures with his free hand.
"You have? You're forgetting who slit the beast's throat!" Jem said, turning his head to meet Will's gaze. He grinned faintly, pursing his faded pink lips until they were barely visable.
"Ah, but 'twas I who rendered it lame!" Will exclaimed, pointing his index finger towards the ceiling in a dramatic gesture.
Jem laughed, buckling forward underneath Will's still-present grip. "You're feeling poetic tonight."
"I am," he said, looking at Jem with twinkling blue eyes. "I want to be one of those warriors who everyone just assumes has said a lot of brilliant things, so they make stuff up and put them on the sleeves of their novels."
"I know just what kind of novels you would grace with your potty mouth," Jem laughed, "and there isn't a grand thing about them!"
Will's mouth dropped open in mock shock. He brought his free hand- the other still placed firmly on Jem's other shoulder- to his chest, pretending to swoon. "James Carstairs! You foul boy!"
"I'm deadly afraid you might be rubbing off on me," he said. "Now let go of me before I try to go to bed on a pile of knives."
Will laughed briefly and let his hand fall by his side. He sidestepped away from Jem and leant over the bed, gathering a seraph blade and a mace in one hand. "Geez, you don't half prepare yourself," Will jested.
"Well, you never know what's out there- demon or mundane," Jem explained, his voice taking on an air of calmness rarely found outside monasteries.
"You're really afraid of mundanes?" Will asked from halfway across the room, kneeling on the carpet to set things away in drawers.
"Not afraid, as such," Jem replied. "Just vigilant."
When all of the sharp objects were cleared up, the two boys took a seat on the end of the bed. Will rested his elbow against the bed post and looked over at his white-haired parabatai.
"You know, we've really got to stop doing this," Will said with a mischievous grin on his face.
"And what would that be?" Jem asked, turning his head towards Will in a mock-dramatic fashion.
"Talking like this in the middle of the night," he explained. "There's a girl through there now." He whispered the word 'girl' as if Tessa could hear him.
"You're just embarrassed that she caught you," Jem said.
"Me? You were the one calling my name like an apathetic lover!"
Jem chuckled, one of those betraying laughs that fall from your mouth no matter how you try to stop it, and whacked Will playfully on the knee with the back of his hand.
"Ow!" Will groaned superficially. "You have to admit, though, you walked right into that one."
"Fine," Jem said with a faint, mirthful grin. The little colour that was left in his eyes sparkled. "I won't kill you today, then."
"You say that, but I'm the one wrapped up in knives," he said, gesturing to his weapons belt.
"Why do you still have that on, anyways?" Jem asked. "It's not like I'm going to be engaging you in combat any time soon."
"No, I think our sparing session yesterday more than tired you out." He winked and stood up, reaching down to his midsection to disentangle the belt. Without missing a beat, Jem got up with him.
"Let me do it," Jem said softly, stepping forward before Will had a chance to protest. His hands found their way to Will's hips after a few accidental brushes against his hard stomach. "I wouldn't want you to get hurt by your own weapons." He caught the belt between his middle and index finger, pulling it back with his middle until his knuckle was lightly pressing against the waistband of Will's trousers.
"Jem, I am a big boy who can operate a weapons belt himself. Besides, everything's in its sheath." Despite his protests, Will made no stretch of effort to pull Jem's hand away.
"Well, how am I to know you didn't accidentally leave something unsheathed?" Jem asked, meeting Will's gaze as his hands went to work unbuckling the belt. "We can't have our brave, poetic warrior wounded, now can we? It'd be a shame for all those novel-writers."
The corner of Will's mouth turned up. He tilted his head microscopically, trying to find answers in Jem's deep grey eyes. Jem quirked an eyebrow as he looked over Will, noting every little change and spasm as he let the belt drop to the ground with a subdued clank.
"You know, that's probably a health risk," Will poked, breaking away from Jem's captivating stare for a moment to observe the fallen belt.
As if by reflex, Jem extended a long, piano player's finger under Will's chin and gently tilted his head upwards. All of a sudden, Will was all too aware of the closed distance between them and the fact that Jem's chest was inches away from his.
"Why? Everything's sheathed, anyways."
Slowly but surely, Jem leaned in. Their lips met halfway after what felt like an age in Will's mind, and somehow they fit together perfectly. Every little motion, every little advance where just a little more assertiveness drizzled into the kiss ebbed and flowed naturally, like their lips were opposing currents and Will's grip on the bed post behind him was the only thing keeping him anchored. The only thing keeping him from melting.
Without quite following one action to the next, Jem found his hands tangled in Will's hair and his body slowly turning towards the bed. Will's free hand rested firmly on Jem's back, but the room was spinning far too much to tell whether he was being guided or moving by his own free will. His back hit the duvet with an almighty creak, although Will's scent muddled his head up far too much to be roused by a noise. In the next instance where he could collect his thoughts, Will was looking down on him, a hand on each shoulder. His deep blue eyes shone out against the witchlight, and Jem's breath hitched. Of all the things he could get worked up about- Will's rock-hard chest just inches from his, his hot breath warming Jem's throat- his mind went straight to fawning over how beautiful Will's eyes were. Typical.
Still, Will worked differently. His fingers trailed down Jem's tunic, keeping his eyes locked with Jem's as if to say, 'Up here.' A sly grin came across his face as he found the hem of the tunic and slowly, teasingly, peeled it up over Jem's head.
"Nasty pieces of work, those," Will cooed softly, "always getting in the way."
Jem took a deep breath, his body trembling ever so slightly as he let it out. It was getting to him- the look in Will's eyes, his body so close.
Please. Now.
As if Will's probing eyes could read his mind, he took his hands from Jem's shoulders and wrapped them around the nape of his neck, allowing himself to fall with only Jem's body as a cushion. He crashed happily into Jem's lips, setting Jem's skin alight. His hand frantically searched for steady ground, for something to hold onto but it seemed that no matter what he found, he could never shake the feeling of being so wrapped up in Will that nothing felt solid. Nothing but Will's lips on his and Will's heartbeat thumping into his own chest. His hands eventually found purchase on Will's back, fervently tracing the lining of his spine up and down, up and down.
Will wormed his arms into the space between Jem's back and the duvet, gripping onto his sides. From there, he flipped Jem sideways so that they were lying next to each other. Jem was too lost in Will's body to even notice the change, but it became more obvious when Will closed what little distance there was between them and started to snake his legs around Jem's. Jem's mouth popped open, but Will just used to opportunity to kiss harder and deeper.
An intense, heavenly sensation slowly creeped into his midsection. He moaned softly, but it was heavily muffled by Will's lips. Jem found himself scrabbling to intertwine deeper with Will; he wanted more. Will pulled back a little, letting out a slow moan directed at the ceiling. Jem used the short break in the kiss to press his lips against Will's ear and whisper, "Don't let them hear us."
Will smiled crookedly, and pulled Jem's lips back to his own without a reply. He masterfully twisted and turned his legs around Jem's dick, making it harder and harder for Jem to follow his own words. Jem tried his best to emulate Will's movements, but there was something distinguished about Will's manoeuvers, something unmistakably learned from experience. How many times had Will done this before?
Will began to thrust through Jem's legs, bringing his own body even closer and putting more sweet pressure on Jem's cock. Jem gasped out of pure shock at the sensation, and then a deep moan escaped him. Will's breath became increasingly erratic and heavy, turning into full-blown pants and rolled-back eyes. Jem bit his lip so hard that some colour went into it for once. It still wasn't enough to completely subdue his moans; a little voice, getting quieter by the minute as sensation overwhelmed him, was absolutely certain that somebody would have heard by now. How would they even begin to explain what was going on?
That voice was completely obliterated as Jem reached the brink. He could tell that Will was close too, by the way that his moans suddenly became hitched and breathless, as if each shockwave of pleasure rendered him unable to make a coherent noise. Every moment stretched out, doubled in time as he climbed higher and higher. Suddenly, his body was wrecked with a distinct feeling of adrenaline. It felt so alien to him; his best friend moaning in his ear, their bodies intertwined in a mess of limbs and sweat. Little embers of sensation trailed all the way around his body, back to his core, and euphoria coated every inch of his mind.
As he came, the room around him grew brighter and ecstasy infiltrated his mind, travelling down his back and setting his spine alight. A voice in the back of his mind that he hadn't even recognised yet screamed, "THIS IS IT. THIS IS EVERYTHING YOU WANT." He was powerless to stop it from continuing, from telling him that this was what love felt like, and he didn't care either way. There was nothing in the world he cared about right now except from Will Herondale.
The fire powering his body soon made its way to his tailbone, and began to settle around his midsection.
He became increasingly aware of a growing wetness- not just in his trousers, but pressed against him as well. Will's slow, soft, harmonious pants filled his ears. The black-haired boy's eyes were closed, and he was resting against Jem's pillow. As he came down from his post-orgasmic high, he looked serene, like he'd just came from an hour long meditation session and not gay sex with his best friend. His breathing steadied and he just looked as if he was sleeping.
Jem nudged him timidly. "…W…Will?"
Will grinned sleepily. "Go get changed, you're awfully uncomfortable to lie in."
