*Disclaimer, all characters are based of the series Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare.*

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Chapter 1

It was the sound of a high pitch engine ripping through the road that made the boy sitting on the wooden bench look up from his book. It had come in fast but was now a low rumble as the rider of the motorcycle backed into a stall beside the sign that read Motorcycle Parking Only. Alexander Lightwood stared at the motorcycle, mesmerized at the metallic blend of dark purple and blue color of the vehicle. He watched as the boy dismounted his bike, throwing his long leg over, and taking off his helmet. He latched it onto the side of his bike and ran a hand through his hair and then proceeded towards the bench as if he knew he was being watched. Alec froze, his whole body becoming numb and he felt trapped in the gaze of the biker. Alec studied him, fascinated at his physique. The boy was wearing a standard black and white rider's jacket and dark, probably black, tight fitting jeans. His face was lean and angular with caramel colored skin. Alec could not turn away as the boy slipped dark shades over his eyes, masking him in mystery. For a moment, Alec foolishly thought the boy would walk up to him but instead he had turned in the other direction and began heading towards a different building on campus.

Alec's heart sank in disappointment, as it did every morning when he'd wait and watch the boy on the motorcycle pulling into the campus of Alicante University. He sighed as he allowed himself to indulge in this little fantasy. It was chaos from his perfectly structured lifestyle, a rogue moment of excitement and danger. He imagined what it would be like to ride a motorcycle, or better yet, ride with the boy. He could almost feel his arms wrap around the biker, feeling his lean body- Alec shook his head, appalled with himself for imaginations that would never come true. Despite his longing, Alec was equally satisfied just watching him pull up every morning. He looked down at his book, trying to get back into the story but found he kept reading the same line over and over. Alec's mind had gone completely blank and he'd lost the desire to continue his book. The only thing in his mind was the biker, his face branded into his mind. Alec sighed again, tossing the book onto his bag that sat on the bench with him and rubbed his hands over his face. What is wrong with me? Alec thought with derision. He felt like a high schooler with a crippling crush for someone unreachable, swooning and worshiping over someone he didn't even know.

"Sitting here again?" A voice spoke, pulling Alec out of his thoughts of shame. He looked up to find his boyfriend, Jace Wayland, walking towards him. He was wearing a plain white V-neck t-shirt and jeans. His blond hair was slightly damp and Alec noted he must have taken a shower. Alec welcomed the familiar lurch from his heart every time he saw Jace. It was a steady feeling, unlike the emotions he felt when he saw the biker.

"Hey," He smiled.

Jace picked up Alec's book and looked at it, then knitted his brows together in concentration.

"Bored of the book already?" he asked.

Alec waved a hand of dismissal and shrugged, forcing the image of the biker out of his head. "Something like that."

Jace sat beside him.

Alec leaned in, cupping Jace's face with the palm of his hand and kissed him.

"I don't know why you like it here, it's so secluded from the rest of the campus." Jace complained when they pulled away.

Something nudged in the back of Alec's mind about Jace's behavior but Alec ignored it. Instead, he shrugged again.

"I like it. It's quiet and…" He trailed off and found himself looking in the direction of the parked motorcycles, one in particular. "I can think more clearly." He finally said.

Jace just shook his head and draped an arm around Alec's shoulder.

"You're kind of late." Alec pointed out remembering they were supposed to meet at eight, and it was now a quarter to nine.

"Yeah, I overslept sorry. But I'm here now." Jace said, throwing a smile that didn't quite reach his glorious golden eyes. "Do you want to get something to eat?" He asked as an almost afterthought.

"Yeah, sure, where do you want to go?"

Jace rose to his feet. "How about that new cafe that opened. Java Jones."

"Sure," Alec said, packing his book in his shoulder bag before following suit. The two made their way to the food court, walking side by side, occasionally bumping shoulders as a sign of affection. As much as Alec wanted to hold his hand, Jace was never too comfortable with public displays of affection, at least on campus. If they were out during the night, or on a date, Jace would make the effort in reaching for Alec's hand.

They walked into the food court, out of the warm spring air and into a controlled air conditioned environment. Alec followed Jace as he led him down a row of venues until they reached a small stand that had Java Jones written in graffiti.

"Do you want anything?" Jace asked as they stood in line.

The line was longer than the rest of the competing cafes and Alec wondered if their products were better. "Uh, just black coffee and a bagel." Alec replied.

Jace shook his head and chuckled. "You're so boring. Why don't you ever try something new?" He asked curiously.

Alec smirked. "I believe you just answered your own question."

They reached the counter. Waiting for them was a short redhead girl. She was wearing a mossy colored green shirt and a black apron with the Java Jones logo and jeans. Her hair was braided in the back of her head, but a few strands hung loose, framing her face. There was a small rectangle name tag that read Clary on the left side of her chest.

"Hey there." She beamed, recognizing Jace instantly.

Alec felt his defenses go up immediately.

"Back again I see."

Jace flashed her a bright smile and leaned against the counter causally. "Can't resist the coffee here." He said with a toss of his head.

"Well what can I get'cha today?" She asked.

"I will have one regular coffee, a bagel aaaaand….." Jace scanned around the menu and rubbed under his chin. "A chocolate chip frappe."

"Alright, and will that be all for you?" She asked, tapping on the touch screen at the register.

"Yup." Jace said, pulling out his wallet from his back pocket.

"Okay, that will be eight fifty-six please."

Jace pulled out a ten and handed it to her.

"Keep the change." He winked.

Clary seemed to be holding back a smile, which made Alec's inside churn and he instinctively stepped closer to Jace, as if to stake his claim.

Once she gave Jace his receipt, they moved over to the side for the next person to order.

Alec folded his arms across his chest. "What was that about?" He hissed quietly.

"What was what about?" Jace retorted.

"You and the girl." Alec demanded, with a little venom at the end.

"Oh come on, it's get so worked up Alec, it was just a little flirting. Besides, I'm sure you've checked out other guys."

Alec was going to protest but the image of the motorcyclist flashed across his head. Instead of replying Alec just shook his head. Maybe Jace was right… on some things. Alec knew he had a tendency to get possessive and jealous, a trait that couldn't be shaken easily. He then noticed Jace giving quick glances at the girl, Clary, who was at the register and though she was working, Alec had a feeling she knew she was being watched.

"Hey, so our two year is coming up. Did you want to do something special?" Alec asked trying to avert the attention back on him.

Jace gave him a funny look and patted his head. "You know only girls keep track of those things right?"

Alec felt like that was more of an insult than a joke. "I-I don't think it's only a girl thing. Besides, it's more like a reminder that we've been together for so long. Yeah, we've had our ups and downs but it shows that we got through them, that we were able to work things out and be okay in the end."

Jace rolled his eyes at Alec's dramatic soliloquy. "Sure, what did you have in mind?" He asked.

"Regular coffee, bagel, and chocolate chip frappe!" another worker called, placing the drinks on the counter and cutting into their conversation. Alec took his drink and the brown bag and Jace grabbed his frappe.

"I was thinking we could see a movie maybe? There's the new Daren Far coming out this weekend." Alec suggested, looking at Jace as the two made their way out the door. He was too focused on conversation to notice the biker passing right next to him, close enough to touch, walking quietly into the food court.