Thank you guys so much for your reviews! I'm so glad that you're enjoying it—I'm having lots of fun writing it :P Don't forget, if you haven't already, I've got two other stories going at the moment in the Jace/Clary category; Safe Haven and Pretty Wrecked, so check those out as well. Anyway, on with the chapter!
Jace laughed as he saw Clary get so drunk that she agreed to let Isabelle pull her on top of the picnic table and dance to New Thang by Red Foo. While Isabelle was rolling her hips and arching her back in her usual, sensual way, Clary just jumped up and down, spinning around in circles and flipping her hair around. But there wasn't any other girl there that could Jace's attention away from his little red head. Her green eyes were glowing as he helped her down from the top of the table, wrapping his arms around her waist and lowering her to the ground safely, Sebastian helping Isabelle down similarly. The two disappeared inside soon after, which was for the best, given Isabelle got exceedingly frisky when she was drunk, and was blatantly rubbing her hand over the crotch over her toy boys pants.
"She's a good kisser," Aline noted as she collapsed in the fold out chair next to Jace, both of them looking as Clary talked to Maia and Jordan, the girls laughing at something Jordan had just said.
"Lucky for some," Jace fake-pouted at her. Clary was getting on well with Maia, which wasn't surprising, but Jordan even appeared to like her and he didn't just take to anyone. He was encouraging her to take a deep breath of the bong on the table beside them, and from the looks of it, she was almost convinced.
"You haven't tapped that yet?" Aline asked in surprise, raising an eyebrow.
"Am I the only person here who isn't thinking about sex?!" Jace exclaimed, laughing.
"No," she shook her head with a knowing smirk. She wiggled her eyebrows at him and poked out her tongue. "Because you are thinking about sex. Don't even try to deny it—look at that ass." Jace followed Aline's gaze to where Clary was now bending forward slightly, pouring herself another healthy dose of vanilla coke and vodka. The leather shorts she was wearing clung to her pert ass and Jace would be lying if he didn't admit that he didn't want take her ass cheeks in his hands and squeeze. He took in a deep breath to try and calm himself down and turned back to Aline.
"Don't you have a girlfriend?" Jace asked, attempting to change the subject. He got on well with Aline; she was about as flirty as Isabelle and probably one of the only females around that was interested in him as she was; which was about none at all. Which worked well for him, because he was used to girls tripping over themselves, and he liked girls that he could talk to like one of thee guys.
"I have a booty call," Aline corrected. She checked the time on her phone and pursed her lips. "One that probably will not answer the door if I turn up too much later than now. And I'm definitely feeling horny." Jace laughed and shook his head as Aline got up. She kissed him full on the mouth by of goodbye, and then found her way back inside. Jace glanced after her before looking back to Clary, who was attempting to draw in a breath through the bong. She made a face as she held the smoke in her lungs and then let it out.
"Where'd my sister go?" Alec slurred, sitting down next to Jace.
"Inside, to fuck the dude with the weird name," Jace replied, taking another drink from his cup.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," Magnus smirked, appearing at their side and running his finger down the side of Alec's face. "We will give them a run for their money. I'm not listening to them moan and bang on the walls all night." Jace winced and dropped his head backwards, moaning into the night.
"You guys realize that I'm in the room right below you guys? I have to hear everything—all of you guys!" He groaned.
"You love it," Magnus smiled. "Who wouldn't love to hear this one moaning?" Alec was clearly on the verge of unconsciousness, because he would be as red as Clary's hair if he was sober when Magnus made comments like that. It was good though; Magnus was the complete opposite of Alec, and was exactly the sort of thing that Jace's best friend needed. He dragged him out of his shell, and had been the one who gave Alec the confidence to come out in the first place, almost eighteen months ago.
"Yo, Jace!" Jordan called from across the small backyard, where he was sitting on a white, yard chair with a drunk Clary curled up beside him. "I think it might be time to get your girl into bed." Jace laughed as he realized that she had passed out. He got up and walked over to them, looking down at the sleeping red head. "It's just after two," Jordan said. "I think it's probably time for us to go." Maia raised her eyebrows in agreement.
"I'll see you guys around," Jace told them as he reached down and picked up Clary. She was light and he could lift her easily. She mumbled under her breath and nestled her head into his chest as he carried her bridal style and carried her back into the apartment. Alec and Magnus would lock their home up, and he went into his bedroom, putting Clary down gently on his bed. She rolled over so that she was on her stomach, her shirt hitching up around her waist, and spreading out her legs and arching her back so that her ass stuck out in the air slightly. Jace bit down on his lower lip and shook his head. "This girl's gonna kill me," he muttered, turning around and walking into his tiny kitchen. He flicked on the coffee machine and opened up the door from there to the outside. It lead out to the side entrance of the backyard, and as he lit up a cigarette, he glanced around the corner and saw Alec and Magnus were the only ones still out there, completely absorbed in each other as Magnus straddled his blue eyed boyfriend.
Jace finished his cigarette and a cup of coffee before going back into the bedroom, where Clary was still laying; face down, ass up. He pulled off his jacket and toed off his shoes and socks, coming over to the bed. He started at her feet, taking off her sandals and putting them with his own in the corner of the room, then he tentatively rolled her over. The movement must have woken her because she blinked sleepily up at him, a small smile appearing on her perfect, rosebud mouth.
"Hey," she mumbled blearily, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands.
"Hey," Jace smiled down at her. She sighed and stretched, reaching her hands above her head and pointing her toes, her shirt inching up her flat stomach, enticing Jace toward her. "I'm going to change you into something more comfortable, okay?" Clary nodded easily, a clear sign that she was still very drunk because he was pretty sure that she wouldn't be okay with him undressing her otherwise. Jace found an old shirt in his drawers and helped Clary into a seated position, although she kept unhelpfully slumping to one side, and pulled her shirt over her head. He tried to pointedly keep his eyes on her head, or her face, as he lifted her arm and put it through the first hole, then her second arm through, and then her head through the top. She twisted her arms behind her back and Jace wondered momentarily what she was doing, before she pulled her bra out of the sleeve of the shirt and tossed it on the ground. He looked down at it, a lacy garment that he had seen countless of before on other girls but was completely different on her.x
"Are you joining me?" Clary asked as she shuffled herself back on the bed, fumbling with the button of her shorts. "And...Can you help?" She was laying on her back again, this time right up the top of his bed, her head on his pillows, her hardened nipples clear through the thin material of his shirt that she was wearing. Jace chastised himself as he felt himself hardening in his pants, biting down so hard on his lower lip that he could taste the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. He pulled off his shirt, and then his jeans, crawling onto the bed next to her. "I can't..." she giggled, clearly finding it absolutely hilarious that she couldn't figure out the little hook and eye contraption on her shorts however managing with the zip so that he caught a glimpse of her red underwear underneath.
"It's okay," Jace shook his head and laughed slightly. He undone her shorts and the zipper, sliding them down her smooth legs and then tossing them to the ground. When he looked back up, he got a full view of the lacy, thong underwear she was wearing, which went well with the black bra she was wearing. "Fuck me," he groaned as he reached over and flipped the light switch. In the dark, he pulled back the blanket and got underneath it, holding it open for her to wiggle down next to him. She rolled over, pressing her body against his. She hitched her leg up over his thighs and laid an arm over his bare stomach.
Jace should be okay—he should be more than okay. This was exactly what he wanted.
But not when she was drunk.
And possibly stoned for the first time in her life.
"Jace?" Clary mumbled, her face pressed against his arms so firmly that he felt it when her lips formed the words.
"Yeah, Red?" Jace answered softly.
"Do you like me?" She asked, her voice completely innocent. Jace let out a laugh, putting his arm around her and pulling her close. But then she shifted positions, rather nimbly for someone who was as intoxicated as she was. Her rolling herself right on top of him wasn't exactly what he had planned. And her straddling him, putting her knees on either side of his hips with her center right over his crotch, was definitely not what he had planned. "Well?" She pressed, seeming completely unaware of her affect on him.
"Yes, I like you," he responded through gritted teeth. "I like you a lot."
"Yeah?" He could see the faint smile on her face in the slight light that was coming through his thin curtains.
"Yeah, Red," Jace placed his hands on her hips and tried to put her back on the bed, but she just giggled and jerked her hips softly, left and right, to try and get out of his grasp. His grip on her hips automatically tightened and he locked his jaw as she absentmindedly grinded down on him. He felt his body responding automatically, already half hard just from having her almost naked body next to him in the first place. Now, with her rubbing herself on him, arousal was surging through every nerve in his body. "Red, you need to go to sleep."
"But I don't want to," she pouted down at him.
"You'll thank me in the morning, pretty girl," Jace said, finally mustering up all his strength and rolling them both on to their sides. Clary mumbled something under her breath that he didn't quite catch but let him settle them down. She turned over, so that her ass was in his lap and a moment later, he heard her breathing even out.
Unfortunately, with her rounded ass pressed against already hard cock, Jace could barely breathe, and he knew it was going to be a long night.
Weeeeell, guess what? It's my birthday tomorrow. Whoop whoop. Twenty-one years. Shit, I feel bloody old. And in true twenty-first fashion, I'm working until eight at night and then this weekend, going out to dinner and probably home by ten. Haha. I'm such a nana, and I totally love it.
Oooh, and I saw Pitch Perfect 2! Ohmygod, so good. I mean, no where near as good as the new one but still very good. Elizabeth Banks is so incredible, and I love Anna Kendrick, she's adorable.
Oh yes, and if you review on this chapter (and are logged in and allow PM's) I'll send you a sneak peek of the next chapter!