Chapter Two: Delicious
A/N: Hey guys! I decided that I would make this story a two-shot due to demand. If I get a few requests, maybe I'll make a full multi-chaptered story out of this! Hope you like! P.S. Thank you to everyone that's faved/followed and especially reviewed this story. Much love!
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Simon sat on the sofa in Jordan's apartment. It was basically home now, and he wasn't sure if he was supposed to move out. Jordan had assured him that he could stay as long as he liked, but he couldn't help but feel he was intruding on Jordan, and Maia, who for obvious reasons was often here.
They'd been playing the new Call of Duty game all morning, but Simon was more than a little distracted. For one, he couldn't stop thinking about the little…incident at the club the other night, where he may or may not of had a drink of Jace's blood, and possibly been kissed. The other problem was that the devil (or angel) was sitting not ten feet away from him.
He couldn't help but remember the way Jace's body had felt completely pressed against his, the steady flow of his angel blood into his mouth, how Jace had pressed his lips to his, uncaring that he was tasting his own blood.
Also how wrong all those feelings were. But even then, he couldn't help but sneak a look over at Jace.
Jace's eyes were focused completely on the screen, and the controller in his hands. His golden blond locks were tousled in that recently-debauched sort of way. He wore dark jeans, and his chest was covered in a black (as usual) shirt.
Simon was so distracted by Jace, that he didn't notice that Jordan had paused the game, and that he was just pressing random controls. Oops.
Jace smirked to himself. He could feel Simon's eyes on him, and that didn't bother him very much. After a while, you kind of get used to it.
Jordan mentioned running to a mundane corner store to pick up some snacks, and soon enough, Simon and Jace were left alone.
"So." Jace begins slowly. "I see you just can't get enough of me, bloodsucker."
Simon looks away. "My name is Simon."
Jace shrugs. "That doesn't mean I have to use it, now does it?"
"I hate you."
"I don't think you do Simon. Besides, I'm used to it by now."
"Used to what?"
"Hate." He says simply. "It's all around us."
Simon stood. "I—I don't hate you, Jace."
"It's alright, Simon." He stressed, though he stepped toward him. "So….about the other night….does my blood really taste that good?"
Simon snorted. "I wish it was just that." He muttered.
"What are you talking about?"
"I…..Jace I don't know why, but I just can't stop thinking about you. I keep trying, and i-"
Jace was in front of him in a second, and grabbed Simon's face in his hands, pressing his lips harshly to the other boys.
Simon gasped, and tried to back away, but Jace had him trapped against the wall. He knew if he wanted to, he could easily force Jace to move, but honestly he didn't want to hurt Jace, and even more than that, he didn't want the pleasure to stop.
"Shhh." Jace whispered, becoming more gentle. He brushed his thumb against Simon's cheek. "It's okay Simon, just give in."
"But…..i don't want to hurt you, Jace."
"You think that I would let you if I didn't like it?"
So he gave in.
He pressed his lips back to Jace's with just as much force, and Jace found his back against the wall of the apartment. He moaned as Simon attacked his neck, not yet breaking skin.
"Just do it."
Simon bit into his neck, reveling in the angel blood that flooded his mouth, body, and his senses. He felt Jace's body beneath him(somehow they'd ended up on the ground) and felt as well as heard his pleasure.
He finally stopped when he knew that if he kept going, he may not be able to. He licked the trail of blood down Jace's throat. Jace grabbed his face, and crushed his lips to his, probably used to the taste of his own blood by now.
Suddenly, Jace froze, and so did Simon. He pushed Simon off of him, and held his face in his hands. "Simon, what the hell are we doing?"
"I could ask you myself."
"I mean, I'm not gay, I don't even like boys in the slightest."
"Sometimes Jace," he said slowly, "It's not about gay, straight, or sexuality. Sometimes it's just about feeling."
"Feeling?" he questioned. "Love?'
"If you want to call it that."
"Are you saying you love me?"
"No!" Simon yelled. "I don't—of course not."
Jace moved closer once again. "Well that's okay. I'm not ready for love anyway." He kissed Simon's lips slowly.
Simon smiled against his lips. "Then let's just feel."
"Feel. That sounds alright to me."
A/N: What did you think? Hope it's not to corny. Please review! :)
