Simon woke up to the sound of a phone being dialed. He groaned, and slowly sat up in bed. "Jace, come back to bed. Who are you calling at two-thirty in the morning anyways?"
Jace looked to Simon, clearly startled and scared. "Well, I was calling Isabelle. She wanted to know if I was going to Alec's wedding…and I'm going to tell her I'm not. It's too complicated."
Simon got up quickly, and hung up the phone. Jace glared. "What did you do that for?"
"He is your parabatai, your best friend, and practically freaking brother! You are going to that wedding, even if I have to drag you by your feet." Simon said assuredly.
Jace groaned. "If I go, Clary can't go."
Simon sighed. "It's more important that you be there."
"I have to talk to Alec about it first. Not to mention, poor Magnus. This won't be simple."
Simon smiled weakly. "We'll bring over some sparkly gifts, and the four of us will sit and talk about things like the grown men we are."
Jace whined. "Can't I just stay in bed with you for the day? You know, the whole bit. Breakfast, some mind-blowing sex, and you can go back to sleep. Doesn't that sound amazing?"
Simon bit his lip. "Make a compromise, then. We will do all those fabulous things first, maybe even minus the sleep, and then we will deal with the serious stuff. Does that sound fair?"
Jace didn't answer with words, but with his lips. His lips made their way down from Simon's lips quickly. Simon wondered if Jace would ever let things calm down enough to get to the serious stuff. However, with Jace's lips where they were, Simon could hardly make the effort to care.