A translation of Boner Test by dramamine-qt.
Original Author's Notes: "I wrote this story after watching a few videos of "Boner Test", in which two guys try to give the other a boner and at least one of them is straight. I recommend before reading to try and watch it too, to have some base. But the point of the game is to make the straight guy get aroused by someone from the same gender. I know it's not a really common pairing, but... I thought of it and wrote heheh. Good reading!"
"I will lose…" Simon muttered as he entered the room, being followed by Jace and very aware of the door being closed behind them. "In Odin's name, Jace, don't forget to lock the damn door."
"Of course you will lose," answered Jace with a smug smile on his face. The key turned inside the lock and Simon felt the air enter and leave more easily from his body, nobody could see what the two were about to do. The relief, however, didn't last long. It was impossible to ignore the fact that he found himself in a locked small room with a shadowhunter. And Jace wouldn't let him forget either, walking in his direction like a predator and filling the room with his presence. It was the stupidest idea someone ever had. "It's a game, mundane, and I always win."
Simon made a face at the lack of modesty. To distract himself he took a camera out of a drawer and positioned it on the desk, aiming it on the center of the bed where he deduced the action would happen.
"You know, I had no idea how much of an exhibitionist you were," Jace commented, sitting on the bed exactly where the lenses were focused on, forcing Simon to look at him even if he was trying to ignore the other. Simon gave him a crooked smile.
"I am not an exhibitionist. I don't know if you remember, my shadowhunter friend, but the video we're gonna record is a question of proof test, in case you cheat. This will never, in any hypothesis, leave this bedroom," he answered, being satisfied with the adjusts he did and standing up, facing Jace. "You, in the other hand, would be a porn actor if you weren't born with nephilim blood in your veins. That, or one of those guys who wear a trenchcoat that hide in dark alleys and keep showing their—"
"I got it, mundie. You can shut up now." Jace made a hand gesture for Simon to chill out and to not start babbling, like he usually does when he gets like this. "And now? What do I have to do?"
"What do you mean what you have to do? You were the one who sent me that ridiculous video in the first place." Simon decided to not lose time with unnecessary arguing and took of his shirt before he lost his courage. Jace narrowed his eyes. "Will you take of your clothes or not? The thing is done in underwear. By Poseidon, please tell me you're wearing something under those pants."
"Don't be an idiot," Jace murmured, getting rid of his shirt too and unzipping his pants. The situation couldn't get more surreal. "And I sent you that video because it was funny, not specifically because I wanted to try it!"
"Really?" Simon answered, using the bitterness in his voice to hide the hurt that emerged in his throat. "Because sending that in a moment where you knew that Magnus Bane, the magnificent and glittery warlock of Brooklyn, would be with me sounds to me like a keen way to make sure things would end up happening. A gay dude challenging a straight one to have a fucking boner?! Jace… Of course he would bother us to do it!"
"I don't think about things like that, I'm not an evil genius," the other complained, laying down in the bed exposing his tanned skin, his well defined muscles and his runes, new and old. Simon shouldn't accept things he knew he would lose miserably. "So, are we going to do it or not?"
"Actually, I should be on the bottom and you on top of me," he said, but thought better and completed, "that doesn't make much sense, does it? Obviously the gay guy will get hard with another guy doing things on top of him. It's not fair."
Jace swallowed dry, but smirked anyway and got more comfortable on the pillows.
"We do whatever you think it's best." Jace winked. "I know I already get you going without needing my sexy naked body on top of yours."
"I'm not that gay. I'm bi. You don't affect me any more than Clary affects me," Simon argued, kneeling over the mattress and preparing himself to throw his leg over Jace and sit on his tights. It took him a few seconds to notice what he had said and to regret it. "And I want to make it very clear that I don't mean to say I like you as much as I like Clary, because I love her and I hate you, a lot, to say the truth. What I wanted to explain was that I feel equally aroused by men and women, get it? And Clary is a girl which is why I thought would be appropriate to use her as an example but I had forgotten how much of an asshole you can be and could think that I was saying more than I actually was and—"
"Simon," Jace interrupted, with a bored expression on his face and a lazy smile, "shut up. Seriously, if you want to get anything up here it's better to try a new approach."
Right, Simon thought, babbling won't make Jace Wayland get a boner, not even if he was gay, which he isn't, actually, there isn't anyone more straight than Jace and…
"I can hear your thoughts from here, mundie." He brought Simon back to the real world by tightening the grip he had on his legs. "I don't want to be here the whole day doing nothing."
"Be quiet," Simon complained and started his movements. He aligned his body with Jace's and put his hands near each side of his head, staying in a position of someone who was about to flex, just like the man in the video. If he was still human he wouldn't be able to keep that position for more than three seconds, in that moment, however, he couldn't be more comfortable. Idle, at a safe distance, was Jace with his hands quiet, waiting.
"Now I understand why the straight guy has to be on top, someone has to do something." Simon rolled his eyes at the comment and tried to copy what he saw in the challenge, lowering until he could touch the other's pelvis. The force of gravity helped so Simon would feel exactly what he was touching down there; if the blood in his body still flowed like before, Simon would be having serious problems trying to hide the blush on his face.
Those moments, however, weren't right, not even to him. Simon didn't know what kind of relationship those two friends had to be able to get excited so quick, but with them, it wasn't working. So Simon decided to change tactics.
He got on all fours over Jace, his knees near the other's hips. Like that, whenever he went down, he was able to get more friction and it was easier to tease him when his ass got near the other's penis, that was starting to get alert. Maybe Simon was wrong about losing right away.
"You're cheating," Jace accused, before licking his lips and putting again his hands on Simon's legs, with an unnecessary strength. Simon smiled. It wasn't always that he appreciated his new found vampire abilities, but being capable of feeling Jace's blood flow increase and move to specific parts of his body was fascinating. He couldn't deny that it made his mouth dry up and gave him an almost irresistible want to break the skin of that neck and savour that rich and fresh blood, even more so after having already experimented it before, but Simon's desire exceeded his blood thirst.
"It's not cheating," he answered, smooth, getting near the other's ear the most he could without touching. "I'm barely touching you, ain't I? At least not more than the rules allow, of course."
When their erections touched this time Simon prolonged the contact and simulated a thrust. Jace made a sound that Simon couldn't say if it was a growl or a moan. In the next instant, however, the both of them were rolling on the bed and Jace was on top of him, in the exact same torturous position in which Simon taunted him.
"That is what I call cheating," Simon argued, holding the sheets under him tightly, as to not end up doing what he shouldn't, like pulling Jace closer to him and ending the damn challenge.
It was Jace's time to smile triumphant.
"I decided I want to follow the rules now."
"When it is convenient for you, isn't that right?"
"Of course."
Simon glanced down for a second and saw that his boxers couldn't get more tight as he was fully hard by now. In compensation, Jace wasn't anything less than that and his was even evident by the tight underwear he wore.
"I'm glad it's on tape," Simon commented, giving up on not touching Jace and putting his hands on the other's waist, "because I have no idea who got there first."
"Nobody is there yet," Jace attested, and the look he gave Simon was not even a little bit funny or mocking, it was teasing. Jace was devouring him with his eyes and, even if Simon couldn't feel the room temperature like before, he could feel in his skin the warmth coming from the shadowhunter that was dominating him. He gulped, not knowing how to react.
The game had ended already. They should get away from each other now. Laugh and curse like the idiots they were, watch the video and make fun of the loser. But nobody there looked like they wanted to do any of those things.
"What are you doing?" The vampire had no intention of sounding so weak, but he couldn't help it. Not when Jace was staring at him like that. Not when he removed the fist that was near his head to play with the elastic of his clothing.
"I don't do anything half-assed, mundie," Jace replied, breaking completely the distant mood they had and putting himself between Simon's legs, catching him by the tights and locking them around his waist. Simon didn't offer any kind of resistance, because, even though he knew that doing it would only create problems, there was nothing he wanted to do more in that moment if not that. Everything in Jace was was rude and anxious. The skin to skin contact, the hands that slid through his body with dexterity and rush, the nails and teeth that were inflicted upon him, none of that was anything like the touches Simon had received beforehand.
In that position, their erections kept constant contact over the fabric, brushing on one another, causing reactions that went from the top of the head to the toes on his feet and an increasingly necessity for more friction. Simon digged his nails into Jace's back, boosting himself up and sitting on his lap and gluing their bodies even more. He could feel the thin layer of sweat over Jace's body touch his, Jace's heartbeat against his chest and his heavy breathing against his neck, his nape, his face; in every place Jace kissed, like a trail of warmth over the cold.
Only when he heard an overly loud and aggressive moan coming from Jace that Simon noticed he had his fangs over his skin. The viscous and warm blood dripping from between his lips and over throat in such a perfect way that he almost didn't have enough strength to open his mouth and get away.
"Shit," he whispered, too low to be heard. It didn't matter what he believed and how against drinking human blood Simon was, seeing that red liquid stain Jace's shoulder and drip over his chest, following the trail of his muscles was too much for him. Simon needed it. He needed that blood and he needed Jace in a way he had never experienced before.
One side of Simon was incapable of controlling himself, even after realizing what he had done, he went back straight to the intoxicating source, not being satisfied in only drinking it but also licking the holes he had made, teasing him, holding Jace's neck with enough strength to keep him in place, to give Simon space to do everything he wanted to. Because he was his. Belonged to him.
The other side of Simon wanted to scream, to beg Jace to use his shadowhunter abilities to get him out of there, to protect himself and stop him from violating him in such way. He had made a promise, he had said he would never touch Jace's— or anyone's, for that matter,— blood every again, but he wasn't strong enough to keep his word.
Why the hell wasn't Jace reacting?!
Except Jace was reacting. In the worst way possible.
The moans he was letting out weren't from pain, but from pure pleasure. Simon knew that after a while the bite offered relief to the victims, sedating them so they could support the torture of having their blood being drained completely by a vampire. But Jace didn't seem calm, he wasn't submitting. The hands that held on his back grabbed him with more strength and the man knew what he was doing, he was fully aware that injures done on Simon were healed so fast it was almost like they never happened, thus he digged his nails in his skin without mercy; retaliated the bite with others all over Simon's shoulders, scratched him with all the strength his angel blood provided him.
When he least expected, Simon was being thrown on his back onto the bed, with his legs still around Jace's waist, hissing at the frustration for the lack of contact and of the liquid, red and thick, being wasted.
Simon could explode with arousement, feeling himself one step closer to the weirdest and most intense orgasm of his life. The sentiment he had was of being one step closer to happiness, as if the turmoil of feelings would crash and transform into what he always desired, like he would never need anything else. He would be complete.
"Simon…" Jace said, his voice so husky that it barely sounded like it belonged to him. His golden eyes almost completely dark as he trailed his nails continuously down Simon's abdomen to his hips, again threatening to tear off Simon's shorts. His need to mark him, to leave a clue that he was there, was visible and made Simon moan and cry and bite him all over again, all at the same time. Jace soaked his hand on his own blood and offered it to Simon in small doses, without looking away as the vampire sucked on finger by finger, his extended fangs sometimes brushing against the skin though he was careful to not cut it.
Just a few more thrusts and the two of them couldn't hold it anymore. Simon came first, his hypersensibility proving itself once more, making him see the world in colors even more bright and explosive for a few seconds, making him few every vibration, every spasm coming from Jace's body as the other climaxed himself. He hadn't tried having sex after becoming a vampire yet and he never expected the sensations to be so absurdly intense.
Jace collapsed over Simon's body, sure the other wouldn't mind his weight. His breathing irregular and heavy, his face against the other's chest.
"I better go now," the shadowhunter murmured, after he had recovered enough to talk so sure. He stepped away from Simon, grabbing his clothes in the ground and looking back one last time.
"You really planned all of this, didn't you?" Simon questioned before Jace was out of the room and the smile he got as an answer definitively described the evil genius he was.
After Jace had left, Simon continued stretched out on the bed for a while, unable to believe what they had just done. The smell of sweat, blood and semen was still strong, burning inside his nose.
He looked at the camera: the red light was still on.
At least he had how to prove that not only he gave a straight guy a boner, but that he had also had sex with Jace Wayland. Nobody would believe him if he told it otherwise. Not that he would tell, of course.
"What are you doing?" he asked himself, before raising his fingers still soaked in blood to his mouth and smiling as he felt the blond's taste once more.