I’m screeaaaaaaaming. They think they’re siblingsssssssss. I’ve always known they aren’t but they don’t know this. Was that just the most passionate kiss of the series so far? I mean, I know we’re only 1.5 books in but still￼. Wtfffffffffffff. Even if there was an actual lack of consent on your side, Clary, you still think you have a boyfriend￼. And he’s right fuckign there. And like, of course they kissed on the mouth when there was nothing stated that it couldn’t have been a kiss on the forehead or the cheek or the hand like what kind of bullshit￼ is this???
What is with the lack of explicit content in City of Ashes? The most grievous offender of course being Simon. And I know it was at the Seelie Queen’s bidding but Jace could have actually asked Clary if she minded being kissed first.
How tf did Alec just become the one unproblematic guy? You know what? Nevermind, cheers to Magnus being a decent sort-of-human being.
Don’t get me wrong Kissed might be slightly problematic buuuut on the whole, Magnus is perfect.
AN: It occurred to me that my chapters don’t have to be 9K words long. I really only needed 3K about what happens next: Simon wakes up thinking, “If I was you, I’d want to be me too.” That little ear worm was everywhere in Italy the summer of 2015.
TW: Male/Male consensual sex. Still a pretty tame single 😈 on the Purple Demon sexytimes scale.
The bed just shifted, which is weird, so I open one eye just the tiniest little bit.
Holy crap, Billy, there he is. Look at him. My God, how can he be even hotter today? Maybe cuz today I know what he looks like when he-
I groan, and then freeze. His fingers twitch. Shit, did I wake him up? ‘Please God, don’t let this be weird, please don’t let it be weird, please don’t let it be weird,’ I repeat over and over in my head like a mantra, til I see his eyes flutter open.
We stare at each other. Oh fuck. Oh fuck fuck fuck, did we fuck everything up? I don’t want to go back to not knowing this man. That would be tragic. And it would suck, too. I need to prevent that. I slide my hand toward him slowly, stopping about half way, and wait to see what he’ll do. It’s tentative. And also the most terrifying seconds I think I’ve ever lived. (Except that one time I got mugged. On the playground. By the biggest bully in my grade. Who mugged me. For my lunch money. People get mugged in NY. It’s no joke.)
Billy quickly and decisively reaches out for my hand. I think I might pass out from relief.
“Shut up and come here, Lewis. Yer thinkin too loud.”
He calls me Lewis and bosses me around with that sleep-roughened voice, and my morning semi is now solid wood. I think I might’ve just gotten…moist.
“I think you might’ve just discovered a new kink.”
“So what if I have?” I reply, shifting closer. As directed.
“I’d accommodate it. If I had to. It’s a hardship, I know, but I’m thinkin you’ll be worth it.”
How does he just bust out with something all suave like that? Oh my god. Billy’s suave. I can’t believe I just got to use that word in a sentence. In my head. “Billy. Stop being funny. You’re no good at it.”
“No?” he yawns, as he stretches.
“Are we teasing each other?” I tease. “Is that what this is? Do you feel teased?”
He gives me a drowsy grin. “Titillated.”
I grin back. How is he so good at this?
I let my eyes run over his chest and down his long, lean form, and bust out laughing when I realize the shape we left him in last night. His head and one arm are still wearing his t-shirt. One leg’s naked, except for his sock. The other is missing a sock, but his jeans are still hanging off his ankle. He’s in the exact position he fell asleep in. Never moved. Just conked out and now here he is lying next to me, looking all…magnetic. And I’m the metallic object. I’m in trouble. So much trouble.
I flash back to last night and my impatience to get at his skin. How I practically mauled the man like a rabid bear. At least I was a sexy rabid bear. Roar. And hot damn, it just occurred to me how much I liked seeing him not 100% in control all the time.
He watches me in amusement. I amuse him. His entire face does that twinkling thing.
Time to see what those jade eyes really look like, up close in the daylight. Oh man, it’s like looking at the sun with those things. I can’t see them anymore, cuz they’ve narrowed to slits.
“Lookin for something, Simon?”
I’m laying with my nose barely an inch from his.
Until he frickin mounts me, holding me to the bed with his palm against my chest, and looms over me. He’s got the most wicked look on his face, and I realize I want to wipe it off with a range of body parts. Leave him panting, begging for more.
“If you can make me want to beg, I promise, I’ll beg.” It’s like he’s found purring-cat in his vocal range, and it’s making my cock drip onto my stomach. I can actually feel it.
Oh God, he’s coming in for the kiss. I’m holding my breath, because kissing? That’s…..kissing. That’s different.
No? No. He continues right past me, with his forehead pressed to the pillow beside my head. His ear is just barely touching mine. Like a soft rustling and a slide like suede. Ears? That’s weird.
I don’t know why I’m relieved that he didn’t go in for the kiss. That would have made this a little too real. And this does not get tagged real. Nope, this gets tagged escapist fantasy.
At the club, he’d grabbed me and held me against him, and now he’s holding me against him again.
His entire body is pressed to mine, and he’s dragging his cheek across my jaw. The stubble is…..it’s crazy how much I like it. My breath gushes out of me as he presses his hips against mine.
Let’s go a little faster, Delaney.
I kick his feet apart, slide a foot between them, and pull him by the ass in two handfuls, hitching him up my leg.
Fuck, he’s hard for me. And he’s left a smear of precome up my leg. It trips my breath. I get a growl in return. It abruptly gets louder when I pull him tighter against me and roll. Holy fuck, what a rush.
He pushes his forehead to mine, dragging in a swift, hard breath. And he no longer needs me pulling at him to get him to grind against me as hard as feels good. I feel a rumble come from my chest.
“All right?” he murmurs. His eyes can’t seem to stop focusing on my mouth. God, I’m tempted.
“Hm?” he murmurs into my ear, then shivers when I send my finger tips trailing up his spine and down again…miles of warm skin under my fingers.
Oh, god. He’s just…..and….cuz fuck that feels good. Repositioned legs, cock against cock, and he’s rhythmically rubbing one off on me. All lined up, sliding against each other. “Why does that feel so good?”
He doesn’t bother answering. He just moans, all high and breathy, voice almost a whisper every time our heads bump past each other.
I spread my hands up to his flexing shoulders and send them searching his bare skin for every movement, every shifting of muscles as he holds himself over me, and his breathing grows hoarse. I’m not used to hearing a male voice making sounds like this.
“Simonnnnnn. God, I’m actually close. Could come just from this. Could you?” He’s sliding a hand under my ass to press us together harder.
I grate out, “I’ve been hard since last night.”
His voice shudders and he’s got me locked to him. He’s got torque behind that thrust and I fucking love it, his hardness against mine.
“I’ve got you close, haven’t I,” I hear him rumble in my ear. “So close. Just from thi- sssss- nnnhhhhhhhh.”
Not close enough. I crunch my hips hard against him and roll as the heads pass each other. I can feel him suck in air, that one simple change enough to make him gasp, shudder, grunt, and convulse.
Billy Delaney’s come face is epic. The expression. The stuttering breath, the slightest bit of voice with each ragged gasp. The sounds, I’m - unghhhh, and again his come is making that slippery slide. I feel the heat glowing in my extremities, racing toward my center. And the center of everything is my cock. I’m blinded by the force of it when I come, the pulsing shots reaching up to my sternum.
His hips keep grinding through it, til we’re both overstimulated. I register that Billy’s forehead is still pushed against mine, and I’m breathing each gasp with him. “Fuck,” I whisper. I have no voice.
He jerks and I feel him whisper, “Yeah,” across my mouth. It would be so easy to kiss him. My mouth wants to.
Too late. Billy’s saying, “Aw, man, that’s uncomfortable,” after shifting his weight.
I become aware of the fact I’ve just blown my load without even touching my dick, like I’m back in middle school. “That was awesome,” I state the obvious. “But this is not. Oh god, that feels really gross, actually. I think you blew your load directly into my pubes.”
“I think I may have done.” He looks down. “Yup. We’ll soon be glued together by the short hairs, the longer it cools.”
“Great imagery, Billy. Way to kill the mood.”
“Right?” he agrees.
Suddenly I feel a little shaky. Like everything is just a little off. My balance, my brain. “I just rubbed one off on you,” I say, thoughtfully. He looks up, apprehension stealing onto that beautiful face.
“And I liked it.”
Oh thank you, Jesus. I thought he was ‘bout ready to shrink in on himself with recriminations. But no. Simon Lewis liked it.
“Yes. Good, yes. Good,” is all my poor excuse for a mouth is able to spit out. It’s the enormity of the realization I’ve just had: I really enjoy coating Simon Lewis in come. “I liked it, too.” I add, just so there’s no confusion on that point.
“Shower?” My voice sounds small to me.
“Yeah. You first,” he says.
“Ah go on.”
“Ok.” He looks at me and grins. The melonfucker grins, then heads for the bath. I’m transfixed, staring at his cock, where it glistens against his sac and the hair there.
“My eyes are up here, sailor.”
“Sailor, eh? I like the sound o’that. Far better than Beelee, so please call me sailor, henceforth and forever more. Every time you see me, it’ll be sailor, yeah? Ok,” I aim a sly smirk at him. My aim is true, and he blushes a little. If he’s like me, he’s thinking about all of those “every time”s.
Now bare as the cock is long, he leaves for the bath, and I get an eye-full of Simon Lewis’s arse. I get a slight pinching in my gut that says, “Hallo, mate. Ready for round two?”
I hope he’s not regretting it. I was going to end that thought with “already.” But I don’t want him regretting it at all, ever. Never.
I don’t regret it.
And I don’t think I will.
“Hurry up in there, Lewis, it’s my turn. Then get on the bed. You’re making me wait. Delayed gratification is one thing, but I’m ready. Hope you are.”
“For what?” he calls from the shower, laughing.
“What the hell, man. Did we just- Did all that actually just happen?” Billy asks, with his eyes on the road.
“Right?” I splutter.
Oh god, it’s an uncomfortable silence. I hate those.
“I mean,” I begin, cuz I think this is important to clarify. “It’s gonna happen again, though, right?”
“Fuck yes,” he says before I’ve even finished my sentence.
“Oh thank god,” rushes out of me. I feel like I can breathe again. And I feel like me again. Rather than evil freaked out anxiety me.
I can be regular me again, and drown evil freaked out anxiety me in the Medi/Tyrrhenian sea. I hate chibi me. He sucks. And he respawns. Eventually, he always does.
“Like….. today?” I ask hopefully.
“Soon,” he says solemnly, nodding his head. “Soon.” He starts tapping the arm rest. “There isn’t even anywhere to pull over!”
“That soon? I am fully onboard with that. Just saying.” Oh, hey! “Scenic overlook! Scenic overlook!”
The scenic overlook would be about big enough for two Mini Coopers. We swerve out onto the little strip of cement.
As promised, it is overlooking scenery. But I’m not really thinking about anything other than crawling over the arm rest.
Billy’s already breathing heavy, pawing at my ass to try and help me over, but my ass honks the horn and my knee- I’m grunting for unsexy reasons, and suddenly I think I might be stuck. And that’s when a little Vespa toodles in and pulls up right next to my window. Because of course it does.
I tried to mount Billy in a tiny clown car. Then a tiny clown motorcycle cock blocked us.
That is not funny. It’s truth. But what is funny is the spectacle of me trying to untangle my limbs without kneeing anyone in the nuts and without unintentional ass-honking.
I’m not going to say this silence is ooc for Jayce, like, it’s not. At least for early Shadowhunters Jayce. I don’t like it but fine. But Clary is also at this table so what’s the deal? Why so silent? She would obviously get it and if it was Simon she would absolutely back him up, at this point in their relationship especially. Not Simon but come on. She loves mundane media references. It’s not like she’s grown out of it, she’s wearing a unicorn power shirt in her next scene. Where’s Simon when you need him? This cold reception to a media reference is sooo 10 books ago.
I adore Queen of Air and Darkness so this moment is a bit of a let down.
There's better be an update on whats going on with the Clace and Sizzy weddings in the next SoBH, even a single line with "they haven't decide on a date yet, but Clary would like a winter wedding" will do it for me
COME ON EMMA I TRUST YOU TO ASK CLARY ABOUT IT, PLEASE
@tempestgxdsx ‘ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood?’ (From Isabelle to Simon)
“ I could ask you the same them.” his lips brushed against Izzy’s cheek in thanks before he took up a weapon, “ Izzy these Werewolves were very mean to me. I kind of lost my cool when that one insulted you.”