SimonxJordan
"No, Simon! Stay with me!" Jordan screams as I start bleeding fast. "Si! You can do this, alright? Oh god, it's too soon... Too soon."
But I can't. I can't get up, and Jordan knows it too. There's nothing that can save me now. I see the enemies crowding around us, ready to attack again.
"Go, Jordan," I say. "I'm dead anyways."
But too late. The dude in a dark cloak gives him a strong blow.
"If you die, I die with you," he says while keep receiving the hits.
Game Over flashes on the screen, and I facepalm.
"Oh, great. Now we need to start from the very beginning again," I whine.
"I'm tired of this game," he says, putting the controller away. "Let's do something else."
"Like what? Watch chick flicks?"
"Don't be so pessimistic," he scolds me playfully.
"Excuse me, but I just died like ten times today."
"Well, I just received like twenty blows from a creepy looking guy," he points out, walking into the kitchen. "I'm gonna get some ice cream."
"Chocolate please!" I yell out.
"I didn't say it was for you," he says, laughing.
"Jerk," I mutter, throwing a pillow at his head.
He ducks even without looking at the pillow.
"Never underestimate a werewolf," he says, his back still turned back while taking a carton out of the fridge.
He brings a bowl and two spoons, and passes me one. I open my mouth to say something smartass, but he interrupts me before I can.
"Nope, I only did it because I know I wouldn't hear end of it if you start begging," he says, opening the lid.
He and I both attack the ice cream savagely.
"You look like Santa with all that ice cream around your lips," I say, smirking.
"Well, you look like a slug."
"How would eating ice cream would make me look like a slug?"
"It doesn't. You just originally looks like one," he says nonchalantly.
"Well, I am flattered. Jace calls me rat, and you calls me slug. How wonderful."
"Wonderful, indeed."
A moment of comfortable silence passes between us, until Jordan suddenly suggests something.
"Let's go to the Institute."
"What?" I ask incredulously.
"You know, visit the Lightwoods and Clary, and, well, the Herondale."
"No thanks."
"Why not?"
"Because you seem to strongly dismiss my hate toward a certain boy."
"Oh come on, you don't hate him."
"I'm tired."
"Fine," he says. "I'll go there all by myself, with no company at all to be disrespected by a bunch of teenagers."
"Go ahead," I say swiftly.
Jordan mutters a few inaudible things under his breath that I'm pretty sure I don't want to hear.
"What the hell happened to you?" I ask, looking at the drunk Jordan.
"Wha... What haphened to meh?" He slurs, leaning against the front door.
I take him by his elbow, and lead him inside.
"Next time you drink, make sure you don't," I say, dragging him to a bed.
"No!" He protests.
"Go to bed, Jordan," I sigh.
"No, no, no, no, no."
"And why not?"
"Vecause... I... I need to-"
Then, it happens. Oh, yes, it happens. He throws up.
"You... You..."
"Thon't be mad, Si Si," he says,
"Si Si? Who the hell is Si Si?" I yell.
He giggles.
"Go to bed," I fume.
He follows me this time, and I put him in the bed.
"Look, I was wondering... How about you sell the Xbox of yours to me for five bucks?" I ask, a grin on my mouth.
He only laughs.
"Thrunk," he says. "Vut not thrunk enough, Lewis. Mayve ne... Next dime."
"Just go to sleep."
"I need.. Wa... Wa-ur."
"Water?"
He nods, so I go get him a cup of water. He drinks it down viciously, and then passes out on the bed. I stare at him, who's looking so peaceful and stress free. What would it feel like to kiss him? Really, it's a simple question. Just out of curiosity. But I know that the fact that I'm wondering it is not as simple as the question itself.
Just a second? I don't know. He's asleep. He'd never know. But it's going to bug me forever.
Right, get up, Simon. Go outside. Take some fresh air. Breathe. In, two, three. Out, two, three. Now get out of- oh my god. Oh my god.
Just as I pull myself away from him quickly, his eyelids flutter open. Oh no, oh no, oh no. This is bad. Really bad.
The edges of his lips curves a little, and I know he knows. Damn it.
"Aww, little Si Si emba-assed?"
He then, grabs the back of my neck and pulls me toward him. I make this weird noise of surprise, my cheeks burning. I try to pull back out of his firm grip.
"Jordan, I don't like you that way," I tell him fast.
"Sthop with the bull... Bullshi... Shi... Bullshit," he kisses me straight on my lips, surprising me.
His lips move against mine teasingly, not giving away much of a contact. His tongue tugs at my stiffened bottom lips, fingers weaving through my hair.
"Jordan-"
He muffles my words with his mouth, pulling me into the bed. Seriously, it's whether he had a lot of practice kissing, or he's just pretending to be drunk.
It's all kisses and touches. Not much thoughts into it. Because, well, he's drunk, and I'm just Simon. So, yeah. He probably won't even remember this, so what's to think for?
Jordan is passionate. Drunk Jordan is... More passionate. Everything about is passion and pleasure. He pins me down against the bed, kissing me roughly. I taste alcohol on his lips, while he tugs and pulls at my lips. He pulls away for a while to get his shirt off, and damn... Now I know what Clary meant when she said he's hot like whoa.
His loose hair strands touches my face slightly as his lips move down. A moan escapes me soon, and I feel hot blush rushing to my cheeks. What can I say, I'm the king of awkwardness. Sighing, I only wish he wouldn't remember this tomorrow morning.
"Finally. You're up," I say as he walks out of the room.
My heart thumping hard against my ribcage, I search for his expression.
"Morning," he croaks, reaching for a cup. "What happened last night?"
"You collapsed right on the floor as soon as you got home. You slept like a dead person all through the night," I lie swiftly.
"Did I?" He asks skeptically.
"Yup."
"Ha, well. This is awkward."
"What?" I ask, confused.
Leaning into my ear, he whispers.
"Drunk," he repeats what he said last night. "But not drunk enough, Lewis. Maybe next time."
I know, I know... A bit more platonic this time. And yes, I'm sorry that I haven't updated for a while. Criticism and requests are welcomed.