Just wanted to say thanks for the comments made. I read each with joy no matter how short or long. And it's unexpected to see over 100 followers because this is such an odd pairing, but thanks sooo much! I love all of you! (like siblings, not romantically. I'm taken.)
It was freezing in his apartment. He didn't have any heaters—a flaw he only found out on during his first winter at this place—but there was a small fireplace in the far corner of the living room, so he lit it after putting a few dried logs inside. The flames burned bright and high, dying to a softer flickering light that carried through the room.
"Romantic," Harry's voice said softly.
Jace turned around from his crouched position in front of the hearth.
Harry was wearing Jace's clothes—he didn't have any of his own to change into and was too lazy to transfigure his own, or he just wanted to wear Jace's things, which he did not object to. He looked sexy, though in Jace's opinion Harry was the kind of person who could wear anything and look amazing. He might be a little biased being Harry's boyfriend, of course. But looking at the pant legs loosely fitting around Harry's strong thighs and legs, picturing them wrapped around him, and his ass, though he couldn't see it now, which had to look perfect, who wouldn't think this was sexy?
"You're gawking, Jace."
He grinned back at Harry. "Why can't I gawk at my boyfriend?"
Harry huffed with a smile and looked around the small living room once before returning his gaze to Jace. "So, care to give me a tour of your little abode?"
Walking over to Harry, the wizard meeting him halfway, he pulled him in to bring their bodies close—partly because it was cold, but the more prominent part being that Harry looked so delicious he just had to have him pressed against him.
"You've seen all there is," he answered smoothly.
Harry gave him a skeptical look. "I can sense magic, I am a wizard."
Jace shrugged, fingers hooking into the sides of Harry's pants, touching the bare skin of his hips. Harry shivered. "It might be the remnants of Magnus's enlarging spell."
"While I am interested in that," Harry said with a teasing shove of his hips against Jace's hands that had him tightening his grip, "I'm also interested in what you're hiding."
It wasn't as if what he was hiding was a great secret.
Jace sighed and stepped back from Harry, who looked at him with inquisitive eyes at the seriousness in his stance. "You caught me. I've been hiding my sex slaves. I was planning on having an orgy with you and three willing faes."
Harry punched his arm twice. "Jace, be serious." Despite saying that, Harry was smiling.
Jace rubbed his arm. "That hurt. You have a serious problem, love; I think you might need counseling for your anger issues." With a look from Harry, Jace sighed. "But if you really want to know, I hid my weapons and haven't gotten around to un-glamouring them."
"Why?"
One reason being he had a bad experience with a "date" and they had used his collection against him, and the other being Magnus Bane, who was getting revenge on Jace from the time he had stayed at his house when he was accused. Jace had cleaned and organized his stuff and apparently the warlock didn't like that, so he played this little revenge game whenever he could. To irritate Jace or if he was serious, Jace wasn't completely sure. Luckily Jace knew another warlock who gave him a few handy spells to glamour them when he needed to.
"Magnus likes to steal them," Jace answered, leaving out the part about the "date".
"Oh. I'm…sorry?"
"There on that far wall," he said, head gesturing towards the white wall to the left of the front door.
Harry glanced over. "Magnus can't get to them at all, even as a High Warlock?"
"Not if he wants his hair fried off."
Harry chuckled, and then shivered.
"Let's go sit by the fire," Jace suggested.
Snuggling up close with arms encased around each other, Jace and Harry sank to the floor in front of the dancing fire. Jace's legs were long, tangled with Harry's, and Harry's head was resting gently on Jace's chest moving with every intake of air.
There had never been anything more comfortable than just sitting with Harry, holding him close. And yeah, he'd cuddled with plenty of partners in the past, and it was enjoyable, but that might've been the afterglow of glorious sex. He never really felt it before, the closeness he felt with Harry—Clary was amazing when they were together but now… This was better. The way Harry snuggled further into Jace's shirt every few seconds or how he squeezed his arms tight around him and made little noises of contentment with each squeeze, or how there was a strange cramping in his stomach looking down at his black head of hair, Harry just made Jace smile and want to never let him go. He let Clary go. And he wouldn't let anything stand between him and Harry, nothing would make him let go.
He wouldn't admit it aloud until he was sure, but he might be in love with this wizard in his arms.
Harry hummed. "'S really warm."
"Too warm?" Jace asked. His fingers tangled into Harry's hair, feeling the warm locks heated from the fire.
Harry made an 'hng' noise Jace assumed meant 'no'.
Doing nothing but sitting there before the hearth, warm and embraced by Harry's arms with him laid on his chest, felt so right, and he was so content.
Harry hadn't moved at all, so little that it was possible he'd fallen asleep. And as though he'd read Jace's mind just then he tilted his head up and smiled. "You want to watch a movie?"
"I don't own any. We can buy one on Redflix."
Harry laughed like that was the funniest thing, and Jace didn't understand. "That's not what it's called. That sounds like a porn channel."
"I don't watch porn, Harry."
"Really? Well…I'm certainly not going to tell you what I've watched, then."
He ignored that, despite that he got a little hot, not counting the fire's heat, at that mental picture of Harry watching dirty movies, stroking himself, the look of utmost pleasure on his face.
Jace shut the screen in front the fire a little too hard while Harry sat on the couch.
"You have any popcorn?" Harry asked. "You can't watch a movie without popcorn. Or blankets. And candy, do you have candy?"
"No," Jace chuckled in reply, astounded at Harry's requirements. "I don't have popcorn, and I don't have a sweet tooth like you, babe, there's no candy here either."
Harry pouted. "But I wanted to watch a scary movie and eat popcorn and candy and cuddle under blankets with you. A proper date."
Jace resisted the urge to pet Harry's head at the innocence of his words and the manipulative way he batted his eyelashes like a desperate man because he might get punched if he did, and Harry hit hard—whenever things escalated to the bedroom Jace knew he'd be bruised all over and it wasn't unsurprising that he couldn't wait for that to happen.
"We can still do that without the candy or popcorn," Jace said.
"It won't be the same," Harry sighed dramatically.
Jace crossed his arms, almost smiling. "Are you hinting at something?"
"I want to go get chocolate, is that so wrong?" Harry crossed his arms in return to his, one brow raised.
"You have magic, Harry. Can't you just poof some here?"
"Poof?" Harry laughed. "I'm a wizard, not a fairy." He blinked. "Well…both, in a way, I suppose. But conjured candy is nasty stuff." He made a face.
"Are you really going to make me get dressed and go to the store just for candy?"
"Aren't you a lazy little demon hunter? But if you don't have pumpkin spiced coffee then maybe I'll get that for the morning, too. I love that during the fall."
"You actually drink that?" Jace recalled Isabelle drinking that all the time when fall came around, and the entire kitchen stank of pumpkin.
Harry pointed at him. "It's amazing, don't judge me. And after a few morning kisses you'll love it, too." He winked.
Jace hummed appreciatively, thinking of kissing Harry after he had spiced coffee, tasting the spices on his own lips and tongue with Jace's—he loved tasting Harry, licking his neck or sucking his lips, and he would love to suck more than that if the wizard wanted him to.
Harry was begging with his eyes and it was only because he really wanted to kiss Harry after he had some pumpkin spiced coffee—and he knew that was trickery on Harry's part for even putting it in Jace's head but he couldn't help himself, he liked the idea a lot—that he gave in to going to the corner market for candy and popcorn.
"All right, let's go."
_BREAK_
Jace was pissed off.
On their way out of the little market at the corner, where mundanes bought cigarettes and the children—or Harry—got candy, Jace had watched as his boyfriend was leered at by a stranger. He realized that having Harry wear the plaid pants that highlighted his glorious ass while going to the store wasn't a good idea on Jace's part.
It must've been obvious that he was angry, but even the blind could tell he was, because when they got back Harry had stopped him right in the doorway of the kitchen with a hand on his chest.
"Jace Lightwood, are you serious right now? Are you really jealous of that creepy guy just because he checked me out?"
"I'm not jealous. I just don't want anyone else leering at my Harry ever again."
The wizard seemed to freeze in place for a moment. Then he smiled. "That's so sweet, Jace, but…you are jealous. I'm not mad or anything, it's endearing."
"I don't—"
"You I never pinned as the jealous type," Harry interrupted. "It's actually refreshing not to know everything about you is a stereotype of a Shadowhunter."
"Jace Lightwood is not a stereotype," he growled out.
Harry chuckled, patting his stomach chidingly. "Oh, you really are sometimes, love."
Jace pulled Harry against his chest, surprising the wizard with the swiftness of it. He gazed down at Harry, hoping that he was conveying everything he said with his luminous eyes. "You're mine and no one else has the right to touch or look at you."
Harry blinked at him with deceptively innocent eyes. "Not at all?"
"Not. At. All."
"Fine, fine, you possessive idiot. Let's just watch the movie and eat candy."
Harry bought two grocery bags full of candy and smiled about it like he went trick-or-treating. Jace honestly had no clue how his teeth were still there.
While they were waiting for the popcorn to finish, the room already smelling of butter and burnt hair, he said that sardonically but was surprised when Harry answered with this: "I've only eaten this way for about 8 years or so, and I take good care of my teeth, Jace. My family didn't really feed me much so I guess I was lucky not to have any cavities like my cousin."
They didn't feed him much? Jace was furious that somebody didn't feed Harry, as if he were an animal or something not deserving of a basic need. And based off what he said about his cousin, Jace wondered if the rumors spoken and written were true, that he had lived with his mother's sister and their family. Usually he avoided the newspaper articles about the wizard war, as what was put in them were exaggerated or just not true at all. Most of what he had read were genuine facts, and some books were written by those who had lived in it a few years ago.
He was just opening his mouth to ask Harry why they didn't feed him but saw something in Harry that made him stop. His shoulders were slumped low, and his head let gravity drag it down; something almost haunted was in his eyes, and Jace knew that look—the look of remembering, and specifically remembering unpleasant things.
Jace shook his head. He wanted this night to be fun; he didn't want Harry to be so upset. Tonight was there first all-nighter and it would be special and perfect and something pleasant to remember, something to replace the horrid in Harry's eyes.
Wrapping himself around Harry from behind, startling him somewhat, Jace set his chin on his shoulder to kiss his cheek sweetly. "Let's build a fort, babe," he whispered in his ear playfully.
Harry chuckled. "That's a very random thought, isn't it? But I'm not building a fort. That's childish."
"I've always wanted to," he said with a pout in his voice. "Maryse never let us make them at the Institute. It'll be fun; you know you want to…" He lightly shook Harry, kissing his neck.
The wizard titled his head over to give him more room, and it sounded like he had already given in.
"A good relationship," Jace breathed on his neck as he spoke, trying not to shove his self against Harry's perfect ass, "is doing stupid things together and letting the other do even stupider things. I let you get two big bags filled with sweets so now you'll help me build a fort."
Harry laughed loudly, turning his body so they were chest-to-chest. He looked in his eyes and sighed. "Okay. It looks like we will be children tonight."
Jace kissed him softly. "Looks like we will." He licked his lips, tasting Harry and chocolate. And he thought to himself, what a good idea, Harry and chocolate…
About an hour later, with midnight nearing, Jace and Harry had their fort built using the recliner and the couch and a horde of pillows and blankets from Jace's hall closet. They sat on the floor on more pillows and blankets, cuddled under the fort with the fire blazing next to the TV.
"So what's this movie about?" Harry asked.
Jace ran his fingers through Harry's hair absently. "This couple thinks they're being haunted but it's really a demon trying to possess her. Isabelle told me about it."
"Is the reason you rented this because it has a demon in it?"
He nodded. "Yes, it's a very interesting demon. If it really wanted to possess her you would think it'd just do it instead of being a complete asshole and making this idiot mundane film it all."
"Jace…"
He looked down at Harry leaning on his chest. The wizard sounded a bit concerned. "What?" he asked curiously.
"You do know this is a movie, right? None of it is real."
He frowned. "But…they filmed it all."
Harry laughed. "You're cute."
Jace narrowed his eyes, tightening his grip in Harry's hair. "That didn't sound much like a complement."
Harry's eyes twinkled. "It wasn't, that's why."
Harry shoved popcorn in Jace's face and he reluctantly ate it, leaving his lips suctioned around Harry's fingers until the wizard pulled them away. He made a scene of wiping them on his pants, expression twisted in slight disgust. "Ew, Jace, I know you're trying to be hot and all but ew. That's your spit on me."
Jace chuckled. "When I suck something people don't usually say 'ew', Harry."
Harry shrugged. "Maybe you're not as good as you think you are."
Grabbing Harry's chin roughly with the hand that had been in his hair, he turned his head up, the wizard gasping at the sudden movement. "I think you should apologize for that."
"I think I shouldn't." Harry smiled a too sweet smile.
Jace pressed his mouth harshly to Harry's, shoving his tongue deep in between his lips. He barely roamed before Harry was pushing away, gasping for air. It was disappointing.
Harry put his fingers against his mouth, still letting out soft pants. "Merlin's beard, Jace, let a guy take a breath before suffocating him with your mouth."
"If I was really trying to suffocate you why would I let you breathe?"
"Don't be a smartass right now."
He grinned widely. "I'll try my best. But I won't promise anything."
Harry climbed over Jace's leg to straddle his thighs with his ass, the little tease, and his hands clasped around either side of his neck lightly. He leaned in, less than inches from Jace's mouth. "Just kiss me properly, okay?"
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