Holy shit…
Simon had a three-way…
SIMON had a three-way…
Simon had an all-male, warlock/werewolf three-way…
Wow…
just…
wow.
I didn't even know he had it in him to get one girl to fuck him. Let alone two guys… TWO GUYS!? What has happened to the world?
It's probably got to do with his whole vampire mojo or something… Not that I ever think Simon's fit. Not at all… *awkwardly coughs* I glanced up at him. He was opposite me, leaning on my dresser while I sat on my bed. He looked chill as fuck. Even bored. That was odd. The Simon I knew would be freaking out, word vomiting all over me before I would have the chance to say 'TMI'. I coughed.
"…so… how did you… do it…?" I asked slowly. Simon looked at me, confused. He opened his mouth for a second before closing and making a face.
"As in how did I physically have sex with two people, or how did I find it?" He asked, a cocky grin overtaking his face. I blushed. How the hell did he just ask that without sinking into the floor. Wait a second, no. No. Jace does not blush, he is a motherfucking badass and will not be flustered by Simon of all people. Jace is the cocky motherfucker, not Simon. Get it together.
"No idiot, as in how did you manage to get two guys in the downworld to talk to you. Then open up to you about their sexualities. Then flirt with them. Then get them into your bed. I mean for Angel's sake, you have no game, you literally have negative game."
He remained unfazed.
"Awwwwww. Does someone need some help seducing hot men?"
"Pshh, as if. I am simply concerned for the well-being of those poor men. Who were obviously, stupidly drunk or had mental issues."
"Rude." He crossed his arms. I motioned for him to continue. He sighed exasperated. "I was at hunter's moon at, like, 10? I dunno, but there's this really hot guy just chillin' in the corner and he's getting hit up by this girl, but he's clearly not into it. So, I send him a drink and start talking to the warlock next to me. The warlock happens to also be extremely fit and we start flirting. A little later the hot guy in the corner comes and joins us. I find out he's a werewolf and he invites us to go hang out at a private party with his friends. He doesn't seem creepy so we go. I've only had two drinks at this point and the warlock hasn't had a drink yet. We get there and it turns out that it's only a couple houses down from my house. But that doesn't matter, we're having a good time. One of the girls there starts a game a spin the bottle and obviously it lands on me and the warlock. A couple minutes later the kiss ends and the werewolf looks pretty jealous. The game goes on and it ends in a couple of minutes, obviously the next game it truth or dare. I pick dare and it's to strip my torso. That happens and I'm getting eyes from the warlock and the werewolf. Cut to a few dares later and the werewolf drags me into the bathroom and we're making out. I stop him and get the warlock. We all go to my house and… " He tailed off suggestively.
"Who are you and what have you done with Simon Lewis?" Seriously. What. Is. Happening. I was expecting some kind sad drunk story, but Lewis actually sounds hot…
You did not just think that Jace Wayland…
I glance at him once again. He was looking at me lazily with an unperturbed expression. He actually sounded like he had game. Dam.
Unless…
"You made that up, didn't you?"
"Seriously? How much more specific do you want me to be before you believe me?"
"Sorry – well, not really – but you're literally the personification of awkward, usually you can barely string a sentence together, and yet here you are, saying that you managed to flirt it up with a couple of guys. Not to mention the fact that you're saying it without sinking into the floor, or dying of embarrassment. So, I apologise that I'm having a hard time believing that." Jace folded his arms. Simon looked surprised.
"Wow… No snarky comment? No backhanded joke? Just an insult." He stared at Jace. "And you think I'm acting up?"
Jace scoffed. "I am perfectly capable of being serious when I want to be, I just choose not to." Simon smirked.
"Uh-huh." He stared to un-zip his hoodie.
"What are you doing?" Jace asked.
"Nothing." Simon replied, innocently. His hoodie now off, he stared to lift his t-shit up. It was just high enough to show his v-line. Jace swallowed heavily,
His line was massive.
"You are clearly doing something." Jace said, unable to tear his eyes away from the tease. Simon smiled coyly and took the whole shirt off.
OMFG. O. M. F. G. he was ripped. Like Jason Borne ripped. His whole torso was full of glowing pale muscles rippling beneath the skin. Cool it. Calm Jace.
He didn't have bulging muscles. But he was lean – oh my fucking god so fucking lean – and muscular…
So.
Fucking.
Muscular.
He was hot. Simon was sooooo hot. It was like Chris Hemsworth and Zac Effron had an ab child. Yes, Jace was aware that this was Simon. Freaking Simon Lewis who Jace was finding hot. But…
I mean…
It's…
You know…
He was hot okay.
Oh shit. He was walking. Towards the bed. Where Jace was sitting.
"I am doing something." He lifted a hand, now barely a foot away from Jace, and dragged it down. Grazing his pecs, abs, and finally the zipper of his jeans, playing with the zip. He took another step forward, barely an inch away from Jace. "See, you are always shirtless. If someone sees you naked, it's no big deal." He lowered himself onto Jace, straddling him, while resting his forearms on Jace's shoulders. "But me…" He ground his hips once on Jace. There was a sharp intake of breath. Jace fought hard not to groan. "It's no accident that the guys saw me shirtless." His hips moved again, lazily. And again. And again. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUUUCKK. That felt soooo good. Simon leaned forward, his fangs unsheathed. He grazed his fangs on the sensitive part of Jace's neck.
Jace let out a small moan, closing his eyes in bliss.
Simon quickly pulled back and grinned. Then he fled the room like an animal leaving a crime scene. Jace opened his eyes, confused.
"What the fuck just happened?"