"What does that mean?" Alec asked and Jace cursed under his breath, while Simon rubbed his tired eyes. Jace's mind was racing as he looked around the apartment, at the expectant faces of their friends. Magnus stared at them both and the coughed, clearing his voice. "It means 'Dead men don't speak', when roughly translated, but the old pirates used to have a saying 'Dead men tell no tales'. It's in Spanish." he clarified, looking at the others. "You know Spanish?" Clary asked, incredulous. "I know 7 languages, in fact. But, Isabelle taught me Spanish a while ago. I'm a quick study." he nodded, and the female Lightwood smiled at him slightly. "Why is that on your door, then?" Jordan asked, approaching with Maia. "That's sounds ominous." Alec stated, still a little surprised that Magnus knew Spanish.

Jace shared a look with Simon and the brunette sighed. "We have to tell them. They are our friends." Simon stated softly and Jace closed his eyes. He had told all about Raphael to Simon and how he wanted Jace to kill his targets, declaring this very sentence before he took their last breath. It was not something he wanted others to know. But he trusted Simon. So he nodded slightly and heard Simon talking, his voice strained and tense, and he wished it wasn't true. He should've killed Jonathan when he had the chance. After what he did to Jose... Jace shook his head. He couldn't think about that right now. He noticed Simon had finished talking.

"So this guy is after you? Did you tell Luke?" Clary asked, terrified. Isabelle put her arms around the redhead and stepped closer. "Yes, I called him. In the meantime, there's nothing we can do. I will go to the station tomorrow, with Jace, and we'll see what we can find. Let's not panic just yet." Simon replied, trying to sound carefree. Jace nodded, stepping a little closer to the group. "Simon's right. There's nothing we can do right now. Besides, it's us he wants, not you. You should all be safe." he said and Isabelle snorted. "We don't care about that. We care that there's a maniac trying to possibly murder you two." she said defiantly and the others nodded. "You are our family, of course we're worried." Magnus said to everyone's surprise. "Oh come on, I wasn't that hard on Jace." he said, looking at the stunned faces turned to him. "Yeah, you kind of were, Mags." Simon said, now a little more cheerful. Magnus rolled his eyes and waved his hand as if to say 'whatever'. 

After Simon had persuaded Maia and Jordan, that they didn't need to stay in Jordan's old room and 'watch over them', he closed the front door. Turning around, he saw Jace on the small balcony. He took one of Jace's hoodies he found on the couch and pulled it on, before stepping into the cold night air. "Hey." he said, wrapping his arms around the blonde, who had his hands placed on the railing and was looking up at the blackened sky. "I should've ended him when I had the chance." Jace grumbled and Simon shook his head. He leaned over a bit, pressing a small kiss on Jace's neck. "Stop trying to convince me it's all your fault. Besides, two badasses like us? We can take down Chuck Norris if need be." Simon stated, making Jace laugh and he felt relief flood through him thanks to the brunette. "Now you're just talking gibberish." he replied and Simon laughed, too. 

"Come on, let's get some sleep. We have to be at the station by 11." Simon told him and Jace nodded, letting the brunette lead him to the bed. He cuddled next to Simon, hoping that Jonathan wouldn't go to extreme lengths to get to them. If anything, he would've given himself up, just to save Simon from it all. He wanted to shield him and protect him, but so far he had only brought him pain. It was hard to breathe, just thinking about it. He felt tears at the back of his eyes and nuzzled closer to Simon's neck. The brunette let his hand go up and down his back, soothing him. At some point, he fell into the darkness and let sleep take him. Only, it didn't seem like he was sleeping.

He was walking through an empty house, the floorboards creaking under him. When he looked up, there was no roof and the rain falling down was endless. He made it past the corridor and into a kitchen, that was so white, it hurt his eyes. The tiles were white, the walls, even the furniture. But on the floor, there was a small body sprawled out, with a crimson pool of liquid, getting bigger by the minute. Jace went towards it, he couldn't stop his feet, and he saw the pool growing and growing, so bright on the white tiles. Jose's eyes stared up at him, lifeless and dim, and the little hole in his temple was like a black spot that stung Jace's eyes. He heard a laughter somewhere behind him. No, it was all around him. He kneeled down next to the boy and he felt tears streaming down his face. He reached out, sobbing, to touch his hand. "I'm-I'm so sorry. I never meant for this to happen." he cried, shaking under the pressure and he felt his heart ache. He heard the laughter again and suddenly, Jose's eyes moved and he grabbed his wrist.

With a start, Jace woke up, breathing like he had ran a marathon and yelling. When he realized he was shouting, felt the saltiness of his tears and heard Simon crying out his name, he stopped. He looked around the room frantically, feeling Simon's hand on his back. "Jace? Baby, are you okay?" the brunette asked him and Jace tried to calm down. He looked to Simon and touched his face. He was real. At least he felt real. Simon pulled him down, onto his chest and he caressed his hair, letting his fingers go through them. "Shh, it's okay. It was just a nightmare." he soothed him and Jace felt the tears stop but he let out a strangled sob. After a few minutes, Simon spoke in the darkness. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked and Jace stayed quiet. Finally, when he felt his voice would come out of his sore throat, he spoke. "I saw a kid, dead on the ground. Jose. He was my informant back in Spain. That way I knew how you were doing. I just couldn't forget about you. And that way I could know, if Raphael was actually watching you, because if he wasn't, I could escape. Jonathan killed Jose, even though I was so careful about them knowing my movements. He did it on Raphael's command." Jace said, his voice raw and emotional.

Simon's hand stopped its movement for a brief second and then started again, letting his hand go through his blonde hair. "I'm sorry. It sounds like he meant a lot to you." Simon said softly, and Jace shook his head. "He was...a good kid. Sweet, innocent. He just had a rough life, with his mom. They were homeless and I tried to help in any way I could. I trusted him and he trusted me. We were not exactly close, but he was- he was pure. His death is on my conscience, I should've never involved him." he spoke and felt the tears start again. "I see his face, the blood and his eyes - they are so empty. And Jonathan's face when he told me - he enjoyed every minute of it." his voice was hollow now and Simon shifted, taking his face into his hands and wiping away the tears. "Jace, angel, listen to me. There was no way you could've known, that he would find Jose and kill him. And you were trying to keep me safe, just like I was trying to keep you safe. It was not your fault he killed him. The only ones to blame are Raphael and Jonathan. And we will get Jonathan, I promise." Simon told him, his voice low and careful, like he was walking on thin ice, when speaking to Jace, not wanting to upset him.

Jace looked into his eyes, the beautiful hazel caring and sweet, his face full of concern. He smiled through his tears and nodded. Simon smiled, wiping away the last tears and he shifted, so he was resting on the headboard. Then, he pulled Jace onto his chest, rubbing his back soothingly, and even though Jace tried to protest, that Simon couldn't possibly sleep like that, he couldn't make a noise. He was so tired and Simon's hand was so gentle on him, lulling him to sleep. He felt Simon's chest rising and falling, his heart beat a steady rhythm and he felt his eyelids fall shut, heavy as led. "Sleep, my angel. I've got you." he heard Simon whisper, before he fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.

***

Luke seemed concerned, but he was also most definitely angry. Simon stared back at him defiantly, while Jace seemed to try everything in his power to look away. "You went on a suicide mission, Simon, and you're lucky you survived. I mean, what were you thinking!? I told you, you needed a plan. Now Jace got shot and we have a psychopath on the loose, who wants revenge!" Luke half-shouted, trying not to draw the attention of the captain, who sent them a confused glare from her office. "Well, when you put it like that..." Simon said, sounding awfully sassy. Jace almost chuckled, but masked it as a cough. "Simon was like a professional. He could handle himself. And his team was on of the best I've seen. And we made it out, didn't we? Besides, Jonathan Morgenstern is a slippery son of a bitch, I'm not surprised he got away. He must've bolted as soon as he saw that Raphael was dead." Jace joined in. 

Luke's frown turned even deeper and he sighed, like a parent who had just caught his kid drawing on the walls. Like he sees it, but there's nothing he can do about it now. "Fine. I will look into it. Maybe it's best if we do this privately. I don't want the captain to know about any of this, we will keep it on the down-low. And I think that maybe your 'teammates' would be of help. So you should keep them on the loop." he finally said, with a finality in his tone. He looked at them and pointed a finger at Simon. "You will not take another step without telling me first. You're not Captain America and he's not Superman." he stated sternly, his gaze narrowing down on the brunette, who looked utterly insulted, and nodding towards a surprised Jace. "Excuse me, if anyone's Captain America, that'll be me." Jace said, raising his hand as if in a classroom. Luke rolled his eyes and gestured them to leave.

"Well, that went well." Simon said, once they stepped out into the sun. It was a beautiful day, but Simon felt the dark clouds loom over their heads even when there was not one in sight. "Yeah, I thought for sure he'd kick your ass." Jace snickered, making Simon shove him so he stumbled over the sidewalk. "Hey, show some respect for Captain America." Jace laughed. Simon shook his head and pulled out his phone. "I'll call Mark. Don't do anything stupid, alright? Like get kidnapped by a drug cartel." he joked, while pushing the phone to his ear and starting to walk a little further from Jace. The blonde flipped him the bird and turned around. He went and leaned on a nearby tree on the sidewalk, while Simon talked on the phone. The air was tense, he could feel something was off. And on the back of his head, he felt like someone was watching him. He reached his hand up to his neck, rubbing it and glancing behind him at the police station. There was no one there, except for some pigeons going about their carefree life. 

Just as he turned back around, his phone beeped. It was a message from an unknown number.

"Ever felt that crazy feeling like someone's watching you?"

He read the message and whirled around 360 degrees, his eyes roaming around the scenery. There was no one on the street, at least no one suspicious. There was an elderly lady walking a dog and other passers by, but no one in particular that seemed to be watching him. Them. His eyes went to Simon, who was laughing, holding the phone and fishing out a cigarette in his back pocket. He looked back at the police station. He noticed his heart had sped up and he was on high alert, unknowingly his other hand was clutching the hidden gun inside the pocket of his denim jacket. 

When a hand landed on his shoulder, he almost pulled the firearm out, only to realize it was Simon. "Hey, you okay?" Simon asked, worry clouding his face as Jace practically jumped in the air. He pushed a hand on his chest to steady his breathing. "Yeah, yeah. You just startled me." the blonde said. He didn't know why he said nothing about the message. Somehow he felt like he was putting Simon in danger. The brunette eyed him, still, and he tried to reassure him with a smile. "I'm fine. Can I have one of those?" he said, indicating the smoke and Simon smiled, handing him the pack. When Jace put the cigarette between his lips, Simon held the lighter to him. "So, what did Mark say?" Jace asked, trying to distract him from worrying about Jace. "Oh, he said that we should set up a place where we could investigate Jonathan further. Like a safe house, almost. I told him that my sisters old apartment is still available, mum never sold it. Keeps it in case Becky decides to move back. She had people renting it but it's empty at the moment." he said and Jace nodded, thinking. He blew the smoke into the air, watching it dissipate. 

"You sure you're okay?" Simon asked and Jace knew he was not only asking about the way Jace started earlier, but also about the nightmare. He nodded and flew the cigarette butt to the nearest bin. "Simon, I'm fine. Let's go, I need to take my stuff from grandma's." he stated. They were supposed to move Jace out of his grandma's house and into Simon's apartment. Jace loved the fact that he could do that. He never liked living in that mansion. But he knew Simon was internally freaking out about meeting Imogen. The brunette nodded nervously, and fidgeted with the car keys. When they sat in, Jace put a hand on his knee. "Relax. She knows only about the things that I've told her and she thinks I was away on business in Spain. You have nothing to worry about." he said, making Simon roll his eyes a little. "And what have you told her about me?" he asked, trying to sound light, but Jace could hear the tension in his voice. He chuckled. "Only that you're the singer we funded, that you're my boyfriend and that you're incredibly charming. Oh, and that you're insanely amazing in bed." Jace said, making Simon blush and stare at him in disbelief. Luckily, they were under a red light.

"I'm joking! Jesus, did you really think I'd tell her about my sex life? It's green, Simon." Jace laughed, pointing at the traffic light. Simon mumbled something under his breath, that sounded a lot like 'blonde's can't be trusted' and Jace laughed even harder, looking out the window when they pulled into a familiar neighbourhood. As they got out, Jace scanned the perimeter. He was still paranoid and the phone in his pocket seemed heavier than before, the message still in front of his eyes, like it was burned there. When they got to the house, Simon whistled. "Man, this place is huge. And I've seen where Alec's parents live." he said, forgetting that he now knew both of the Lightwood siblings. "You mean Isabelle and Alec's parents." Jace reminded him. Simon nodded absentmindedly. "Right, right. Is that a lambo?" he eyed the car in the driveway, while Jace stepped onto the porch. "Yep. I don't really used it though. I liked my aston martin better." he stated, making Simon stare at him. "Liked?" was all he said. Jace knocked on the door and rang the bell. "I crashed it on my 20th birthday. Drag race. Man, those were the good times." Jace said, remembering it and Simon eyed him. He realized he didn't know how old Jace was. "You speak like that was years ago." he stated and Jace shrugged. "Two years ago, but a lot has happened since." he said, turning sad now and Simon regretted bringing it up.

Thankfully, the door opened and a strict looking older woman was standing on the doorway. She was wearing a long-sleeved dark-red, velvety dress that went down to her ankles. She had a necklace with a ring on and her hair were fairly short, and in waves around her face, that stared at Jace, with a mix of surprise, annoyance and adoration. "Well, well. Had enough of making me worried sick?" she asked the blonde sternly, but Jace smiled and stepped in, hugging her. She hugged back almost immediately, melting against her grandson. Simon could relate. "Come on, you knew I was fine. Besides, you liked having the house to yourself." Jace said, kissing Imogen on the cheek. She scrunched her nose, but Simon could see the soft look she gave to Jace. Then, she saw Simon and she eyed him curiously. "And who's this?" she asked, her voice clear and protective, even. Simon stepped up, holding out his hand. "This is Simon, my boyfriend. The one I talked to you about." Jace said and Simon smiled charmingly. "Simon Lewis. You must be Jace's grandmother, Mrs. Herondale. I've heard so much about you, you look stunning in that dress." he said and Imogen smiled at him, blushing just a little. "Oh, call me Imogen, please. I'm not that old. Well, do come in." she said, after shaking Simon's hand and Jace gave Simon a smirk, which the brunette returned. 

"Well, sit down. Do you want something? Coffee, tea?" she asked, making her way to the large living room and ringing a bell, that Simon was almost positive was to summon a waiter. His suspicions were confirmed when a little woman made her way into the room, smiling at them all. She turned to Jace's grandmother, bowing her head a little. "Yes, my lady?" she asked, like they were in an episode of Downton Abbey. Imogen sat down, resting her ringed finger on the armrest. "Yes, Martha, please bring us three cups of tea. Mine black, as always, with two sugars." she stated, the waitress curtsied and went away. Simon raised one eyebrow but said nothing, as Imogen gestured for them to sit. "We didn't really come to chat for long, grandma. I actually came to get my stuff." Jace said, making Imogen frown. "What do you mean?" she asked, with a slight warning in her voice. Simon tensed a little but relaxed, when Jace put a hand on his knee. "I'm moving in with Simon." he said clearly, smiling at the older woman. Imogen was stunned quiet. She was like that for a while until Martha came back, setting the tray between them on the table and handed her the cup. She absentmindedly nodded and sent her off, her gaze never leaving her grandson. "Moving in?" she repeated, but Simon knew she had heard Jace perfectly. 

"Isn't this a bit, sudden?" she asked carefully and Jace raised his eyebrow. "Does it matter? I'm not here to discuss what you think of Simon, I'm here to tell you that I'm moving out, whether you think it's sudden or not." Jace said with a strict and defensive tone and Simon coughed. "Jace just means to say, that we've not known each other for as long as one might usually, in these situations, but we care about each other. Very much. And I promise I have only good intentions regarding your grandson." Simon interrupted, feeling like he was in an old movie, where he had to court Jace and earn the trust of a protective father. Well, in this case, a protective and strict grandmother, who appeared to be living in the early 20th century England. Imogen dragged her gaze over Jace and onto Simon. The brunette held it and Jace shifted in his spot. Imogen smiled slowly. "Well, my concerns were not of that nature, on the contrary. I was more worried about how Jace would, ahem, treat you, Simon." she said, completely catching Simon off guard. Jace huffed an annoyed laugh. "Why am I not surprised." he said, staring at the ceiling. "I thought you'd be happy to see me after all this time." he mentioned, staring at his grandmother. Imogen's face softened. "I am. Jace, I am so happy to see you. Which is why this is so sudden. You were away for what, 3 months? 6? I can't even remember. All I got was two phone calls, in all that time." she said sadly and Jace felt guilty, even Simon eyed him in disbelief. He averted his gaze back to Imogen.

"I'm sorry about that. I just...was busy. Look, I'll make it up to you. How about today, I'll get some of my stuff, and I'll come back for the rest in a few days, when we will have dinner." Jace asked, making a compromise. "All right. But Simon has to be here. I want to know more about...this." she said, gesturing between the two of them. Simon exhaled in relief. At least she wasn't prying about where Jace had been. "I'd love that." he said and Jace eyed him. "Right, sure. Whatever you insist, grandmother." he said, defeated and Simon smiled brightly at Imogen, who seemed a lot happier. After they were done with tea, Imogen sent them to the staircase and then announced she had business to attend to. "Do let me know when you are leaving, I'll be in the study." she said to Jace, who nodded curtly and grabbed Simon's hand, dragging him upstairs.

"Your grandmother is...impressive." Simon finally settled on a word and Jace scoffed, once they were upstairs. There was a long corridor with five different doors in the walls. "Yeah, impressive. She being nosy, and she never was very invested in my love life. Suddenly now she wants to be? It's freaking me out." he said, opening a dark wooden door. Stepping in, Simon noticed the bare white walls and the neat condition of the room. It was almost as if no one lived here, like it was a hotel room ready for guests. "I knew you were a neat freak, but wow." he said, dragging his finger across the table to find no dust at all. "The maids clean it even when I'm not around." Jace stated and then shook his head, when Simon seemed to be wanting to say something about 'maids'. Jace pulled out a bag and started to fold his clothes into it neatly. Simon sat down on his bed and watched him intently. After a while, Jace couldn't take it any more and raised his gaze. "What?" he asked, not hostile, but a little annoyed. "Nothing. I was just...I was just wondering that your grandmother is kind of right. I mean, how well do we know each other?" Simon asked and Jace stilled, holding a pair of sweats. His face fell second by second. "So...what? You don't want me to move in?" he asked, his voice sad and pained, but Simon shook his head quickly. "No! I mean, yes I do, but that's not what I meant. I mean, I want to be with you, I just think we should talk more. I mean heck, I found out you were an FBI agent and then you got kidnapped. I mean, we haven't really had the chance to get to know each other." he said, rushing his words.

Jace thought about it for a moment and then stopped folding his clothes. He sat opposite to Simon and then folded his legs together. "Alright. What do you want to know?" he asked and Simon looked at him, incredulous. "What? Just like that?" he asked weakly and Jace nodded, smiling. "I mean, not like the whole life story, we have time for that, but the basics, right?" he asked and Simon was immobile. After a few second, he nodded slowly. Jace smiled again. "Well, I have been living with Imogen since I was like...2? My parents died in a car crash, so I never really knew them." he started and Simon's brow furrowed. "I'm sorry about that." he said but Jace waved his hand dismissively. "It's alright, it was a long time ago. So then, we lived in LA, grandmother took care of me like I was her own child. She cared for me and was nothing but kind to me. I remember at school, on mothers day, when all the other kids made cars for their moms and I did one for my granny. They laughed at me and called me an orphan." Jace said, remembering. Simon's face looked like he was ready do punch someone. "Kids are dicks." he stated loudly and Jace chuckled. "Yeah. Well, I didn't care. I was proud that I had her. She always told me to follow my heart and speak my mind. I owe everything to her." he said, his voice gentle and Simon smiled at him.

"Anyways, after that, when I was about 10, she got off the ground with the Herondale Funding. It got huge really fast and we moved to New York because the headquarters moved here. When I was 19, I applied to culinary school and the police academy." he said and Simon raised his eyebrows in amusement. "Culinary and police force? Those are two very different things." he said, smirking and Jace glared at him. "I always had great physique and my dad was in the force, too. Imogen told me. But I loved to cook so...But then, I saw a..." he started and Simon could see he was struggling. He moved a little closer and took Jace's hand. "Hey, you can tell me anything." he encouraged and Jace smiled at him. He took a breath and continued. "I was walking down the alley one night, coming home from a party and I saw a man dragging a young woman to a darkened alley. She was screaming for help, but there was no one else around, except me. I ran after them, but the guy had a knife, so when I tried to stop him, he stabbed me in the leg, so I fell down and he knocked me out. When I came to he was gone and so was she. I always felt like if I had the skills or if I'd have been stronger, I could've stopped him. Who knows what he... did to her. So I decided that I wanted to help people. To do good." he said finally, his voice deeper and full of sorrow. Simon put a finger under his chin, lifting it. "You are doing good." he replied, smiling at the blonde. Jace sniffed a little and then stared at the ceiling.

"After my first year at the academy, one of the force members approached me. He told me that they'd seen me train, that I was persistent and showed guts. More than any other student. So they put me in the FBI branch. And here we are. After a year in the work, I got assigned my first case, which lead to the Santiago case. When I started at the academy, I didn't tell Imogen. I didn't want her to be disappointed, she never approved of my father being in that line of duty, when he could've been an exceptional lawyer, so I told her that I wanted to help at the funding company. She was hesitant at first, afraid that I'd waste my future, but after she saw how well I handled it, she agreed. And it came in handy after all, as a cover when I was working on the Santiago case. She still prompts me to go to the uni every now and then, to get a degree. I did get into culinary school, though." Jace ended his story in a thoughtful tone and Simon smiled. "Wow, you're life has been a real rollercoaster. And by the way, if you love cooking, I think you should consider it." he said, brushing his hand over Jace's. The blonde felt a shiver run through him at the touch and Simon's eyes grew deeper, when he noticed it. Coughing, Jace stood up a little on the bed. "What about you?" he asked, trying to hide his flushing face. Simon smirked but said nothing about it.

Instead, he pulled back a little and stretched out on the bed, his back against the headboard. "Well, it's not the saddest story but there are some things I would like to erase from it." he mentioned. Jace came next to him, stretching on the bed as well, after eliminating the bag onto the floor. "Tell me." the blonde insisted and Simon smiled, taking Jace's hand into his own, grazing his thumb across his knuckles, making sweet jolts go through Jace's arms. He swallowed and concentrated on Simon's voice. "I grew up in Manhattan, where my mum still lives. Clary was my neighbour from the start. Well, I never knew my father, but mum was everything to me and Becky. We both adored her. Now, Becky, she was a handful, I'll tell you that. She might have been older, but definitely not wiser." Simon chuckled, putting a leg over Jace's casually. "When I told her I wanted to go to uni in Brooklyn, she was real intent on talking me out of it. But Clary got in, too, and I was set on coming here. Becky was pissed, but she eventually agreed with it. But she got into a drug problem while I was away. It was pretty horrifying. I don't even know to this day how it all started but one minute she was my sweet sister, trying to set of a career in the business school back in Manhattan, the next she was doing drugs and finally, she came to Brooklyn, bought the apartment with the money from Raphael, and started doing business with him." Simon's voice was now gloomy and Jace squeezed his hand.

"You know most of it. The things is, she was still my sister, I never turned my back on her. She had always been there for me, so I was intent on being there for her. She got out, thank god, and well, here I am, the last year of my uni and you know how that's been. Speaking of which, I meant to call my school, to explain why I haven't shown my face in like 3 months." Simon chuckled, the sound vibrating through Jace and he felt Simon's hand on his leg. How did that get there?

"Well, I'm glad you came here. I would've never met you otherwise." Jace said, smiling softly at Simon. "Me, too. It's funny that we never met, considering you were funding Maia and I had known her for a while then." Simon laughed, his hand now stroking Jace's inner thigh. The blonde was vaguely aware of the fact that the bedroom door was open. "Yeah, funny." was all he could say, because his mind was occupied with following the movement of Simon's hand. He looked back up at the brunettes face that had a wicked grin on. "Simon." Jace warned, a little out of breath. Simon's hand went a little too far and brushed over him, sending a wave of pleasure through him. He didn't even notice he had gotten hard at some point. He groaned, hitting his head on the headboard. "Simon, we're in my childhood bedroom. Also, the door is open. Also, my grandmother is in the house." he stated, trying to stop Simon, but made no move to remove his hand. How could anyone resist the brunette?

"One, Imogen is downstairs. Second, I can always close the door. Third, I mean come on, you probably fantasized about things like this in here anyways." Simon replied and Jace laughed, shaking his head. He pulled Simon on top of him, forgetting all their troubles for a moment and kissed him, sucking on the lip ring briefly. "You are crazy, Lewis." he said through the kiss and Simon chuckled against his lips. "No, you are just so damn irresistible." came the reply and Jace's heart started beating loudly in his chest, when Simon slowly let his hands roam under his shirt.

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A/N: Yes, I ended without giving you smut. But this builds the anticipation, no? Well, in any case, I hope you liked this one, I wanted them to get to know each other better, and give a little backround to them. Let me know what you thiiinkkkkk xxxx