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Previously on Reckless Abandon:

Jonathan turns to Jace with a wicked glint in his eyes and a cruel twist at the edge of his lips. "Jace." he says. "I'll give you a choice. Truth: Tell us who you're in love with. Dare: You have to blow me." Jonathan smirks, knowing that Jace would never go for the dare. He has no choice but to tell us. "And I'll know if you're lying." He adds as an afterthought.

Jace sighs, and puts his face in his hands. I feel bad for him, and almost think I should say something. I'm about to when Jace says "Dare."

I lost my shit, just now.


-Clary Fray-

Everyone is in shock, aside from Jace, who stands from his place beside me on the couch, and says "Do you want to do this here, or should we go somewhere more private?" Again, shit = lost.

Jonathan recovers from the initial shock, and laughs. "Here is fine."

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. No, no, no, no, no… Yes. I want to see this. No, I don't. Look away, Clary… I can't look away. "Whatever you want, stud." Jace says, in a very serious tone. He takes a few steps forward, and he's all up in Jon's personal space. Jonathan's expression reads 'step off, homebrew.'

Jace grabs Jonathan's belt buckle, and Jon's onyx eyes widen. Isabelle slaps her hands over her eyes. Jace is really going to do this. Why would he want to keep this secret so badly that he'd be willing to go down on another guy? Maybe he's in love with another guy anyways… No. That's not even possible. It doesn't even make sense. Jace loves girls way too much. He's my best friend, and I've heard way too much about his sex life to ever believe he could be gay.

Jonathan's belt is pulled from his loops, and Jace starts unbuttoning Jonathan's pants. Holy shit, this is hot. No. No. Look away… I'm not going to look away. Jace's hands reach for Jon's zipper, and it's the only noise in the room. Jonathan's pants are falling lower, lower, lower... Then Jace is pushed back, roughly, and Jonathan catches his pants before they fall. "Oh my God, you were actually going to blow me!" Jonathan says, with a disgusted scowl.

Jace shrugs. "Yeah, that was the deal."

Jon, unfortunately, buttons his pants back up. "What the fuck." Jonathan takes the place Jace was sitting before, beside me and mumbles. "Maybe I was wrong about who he's in love with."

"Why didn't you let him, Jon? That was going to be hot." Maia complains. Jordan scoffs, and I give him a sympathetic look. Maia should just go home… I hope that for the rest of her life, she feels a sneeze coming on, but she never sneezes. Bitch.

Jonathan deadpans. "I'm not really into letting guys put my dick in their mouths."

"Your loss," says Jace. "That was going to be amazing for you." I cannot believe he just said that. I shouldn't be surprised, because he's Jace, but oh my God.

"I thought you were in love with Clary!" Jonathan exclaims. Seriously?! Another one? "I guess I was wrong. I didn't really have you pegged as a gay. I mean, that's fine, but don't try to blow me again, okay?"

"You dared him." Says Magnus.

"Shut it, Trooper Hiney."

"You did dare me." Jace points out.

"I thought you were straight!" Jonathan objects. "I assumed you'd just confess your love for Clary, and get on with it."

"Jace is not in love with me! Can we stop now?" I ask.

Everyone agrees that this has gone a little too far, though I would be lying if I said the mental picture in my mind of what almost happened doesn't have me a little bothered.


Magnus laughs loudly. "I pissed in his ass. And on a sock." I can't remember how we got on this subject, but I kind of wish we weren't.

"You did no such thing in my ass!" Alec objects. We might have had a little bit more alcohol than we should have. Don't judge me. "You may have pissed on a sock though."

Magnus signs, dramatically. "I didn't. You caught me. I did drunkenly pee on a sock though." He grins. "It was just innocently lying in the grass, waiting to be punished with urine." I choke on my drink. "My urine." Magnus adds, proudly.

"That's so gross!" I slur.

Magnus looks offended. "It's my pride and joy, Clary."

Jace curls in on himself with laughter. "Punishment with urine. That's perfect. I knew you were into wet work."

"Magnus, you should write a book, and call it Golden Punishment." Simon offers.

Jonathan finally catches his breath. "Magnus, you're cracking me up."

"Damn, I'm strong." Says Magnus. "Okay, enough with the jokes. More about urine."

Jace is hyperventilating. "Yes, let's continue to talk about your urine."

"Well, it's warm, mostly."

Isabelle shudders. "I bet. I'm going to go ahead and assume that."

"Assume all you like." Says Jordan. "We could always ask the sock, just to be sure."


Jace and I crash into my bedroom, and he's holding me up. "Clary, you're wasted." He laughs, and I don't think he's nearly as drunk as I am.

"You're wasted." I retort.

"I wasn't even drinking." My best friend shakes his head. "You need to go to sleep."

"I'm not drunk, either." I lie. Convincingly, if you ask me.

"You're very, very drunk, Clary."

"I have never been more sober before in my life." I stumble, and Jace grabs my arm before I fall down. "See? Perfectly sober."

He shakes his head. "Get in bed, Clary."

"I'm not that drunk, Jace." I snarl. "Pervert."

"That's not what I meant. Though, if you're into it, call when you're sober." I cannot believe he just said that.

"Jace!" I protest, as he lifts me off the ground and flops me onto the bed. He chuckles and turns to leave the room. "Where are you going?" I object.

"Home." He says.

"Stay."

Jace looks reluctant, but I can see him soften as I crawl under the covers, and motion for him to do the same. He bites his lip, and nods. "Okay, Clary." He crawls in beside me, but makes no move to touch me, like he did last time. Why am I disappointed? Jace removes his shirt, and his jeans, throwing them in a pile next to the bed. Suddenly, I'm less disappointed.

Jace tends to keep his shirt on when we have sleepovers, so this new… If I were sober, I might be embarrassed, but holy fucking shit my best friend is hot.

"I can't believe you were going to go down on Jonathan." I mutter, while turning off the lamp on my bedside table. The only light in the room is cords of moonlight, stretching across the room, and over my purple blanket.

"I didn't want to tell." He says, simply.

"Why not? How bad could it be?"

"She doesn't love me back. Not the way I want her to. So, it's best that she doesn't know how I feel." There's sadness in his tone, which is so rare that I reach over and hug him, forgetting about the whole shirtless situation. Jace takes in a breath through gritted teeth. "Clary…" He tries to push me away, but I cling tighter. He needs a hug, really bad.

"I won't tell her."

"I know you wouldn't." The sadness is gone, and amusement has taken its place. Fuck yeah. My hug worked. I am a magical bastard.

"Tell me."

"I'm not going to do that." His arms go around my waist, and he hugs me back.

"Why not?"

Jace sighs, and tries to push me away. I make a sound of protest. "Drop it, Clary." He growls, through gritted teeth.

I stiffen at his tone, and he sighs. "Okay." I mutter. "You don't have to be so emotional about it."

"Clary, I love you." Why does he sound so uncertain?

"I love you too, Jace. You know that. We've been best friends for years."

"I mean, I really, really love you."

Yeah… I got that. "I love you, too."

He groans, and rolls onto his side, facing away from me. "You're not getting it." He pauses. "This isn't how I planned to tell you, anyways. Go to sleep."

What does that even mean? God, I'm clueless…


"So, Jace is gay?" Jonathan asks, while we load the dishwasher together. Everyone but Jordan and Maia (who are still in bed…) are wandering about the house, helping us clean up the mess we made. Again. We really shouldn't drink, because we always make a mess of the house. Pay no mind to the fact that none of us are old enough to drink, legally.

"He's not gay." I assure him.

"He wanted to suck my dick."

"There was a flaw in your plan, Jonathan. Jace isn't in love with me, and he knew you wouldn't actually let him do it. You challenged him, which wasn't nice by the way, and he challenged you back." I roll my eyes. Boys. Never understanding what they've done…

I feel arms wrap around me from behind, and my feet leave the ground, only to be placed back on the ground after the culprit spins in a half circle. I turn around to find Jace smirking and making eye contact with Jonathan. "I stopped Magnus and Alec from fucking in your bed, just now."

Jon shudders. "Thank you."

"Sure thing, Bone Daddy." Jace says, with a smirk. He's really playing up the whole 'Jonathan thinks I'm gay' angle… He turns on his heel to face me. "Maia just left the room Jordan sleeps in. You might want to go check on him, to make sure he's alive… She seems like the murderous type."

"They're in love." Jonathan divulges.

"Maia likes Simon." I tell him. Jon frowns, and raises one eyebrow. I guess he was not aware of that little fact… Oopsie.

"Gross." Says Jace. "Who would like Master Splinter?" Your sister, maybe…


My knuckles rap against the hard surface of Jordan's door. "Jordan, are you awake?"

"Yeah, come in." he says, but it's muffled through the door.

I swing open the door, and find Jordan sitting up in the bed, with his legs under the blanket. His dark grey t-shirt clings to his muscles in a way that makes me want to punch Maia in the fucking throat. Something about Jordan tells me he'd be a freak in the sheets, but he'd also come over and respect your parents. He's a nasty motherfucker you can take home to mom.

"Hey, Jordan. Are you okay?"

He shakes his head. "I'll be fine, sweetheart. It's just… She'll never love me. I know that, but I just keep sleeping with her. Why do I do that?" He scolds himself, and puts his face in his hands.

I swallow the clump of hatred that's lodged itself in my throat. "Because you're in love with her." Maia is such an idiot. How is there a human being out there that is this stupid? Why does she have to exist?

"I don't want to be. I'm so tired of this, Clary." I frown when he uses my name, instead of one of his pet names.

"Is there anything I can do?" I step closer. "I mean, I'm always here to talk, but I can still break out my machete and fuck her shit up, if you need me to."

Finally, Jordan smiles, his ocean colored eyes a little less dull. "Thanks, babe. You're a doll."

"Any time, Jordan." I turn to leave the room, when Jordan makes a noise of protest. "Hmm?"

"Will you just stay with me for a little while? I think I just need a hug, if you don't mind."

I smile, and walk over to the bed where Jordan pulls me down into his tattoo scrawled arms. His build is similar to Jace's, but Jace is warmer and more hesitant when he hugs me, like he thinks I'm a lot more fragile than I actually am. Jordan doesn't hold back in his hugging. My arms wrap around his waist, and that's when I see Maia's shocked expression in the doorway. Anger flares inside of me, and just to show her that she can't keep doing this to him, I pull back from Jordan just a little, and I kiss him.


DON'T YELL AT ME. JordanXClary isn't going to be a thing, Clary's just fucking with Maia, so don't give me shit for this please.

IMPORTANT: I apologize if my updates become even slower (I know, they're already slow) but I got a job, and I have to do grown up things now. Sorry.

-IWriteNaked