A/N: This chapter will contain: A. Some profanities so ya'know. Watch it. B. Sex and shit. You were warned. (I know this is a lot different from what I usually write and so is the song but... Idk I liked the vibe and I could see this happening)

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Oh no she don't
Oh no she don't
Oh no she
Oh no she don't
Oh no she don't
Oh no she

Simon could hear the pounding of the music in his ears, his heart beating out of rhythm because of it, probably. Joint with the alcohol it made his head spin, but he had always been able to hold his liquor.  He glanced down at the small, blonde woman in the silvery dress that was way too short on her, the heels high as Isabelle's but it didn't do much for her height, she was so short she barely reached Simon's shoulder. If Isabelle would be here, she'd be eyeing Simon judgmentally. 'What are you doing' she'd say. 'Not your type at all'. He glanced to his left and saw the guy he'd been talking to, dancing just as seductively as the woman. He was a brunette, like Simon, only he had dreadlocks and a killer body. 

Both were dancing with him, as if in a competition. He liked the idea of being fought over, he always had. He'd just never thought he'd find himself here, between two people who were willing to fuck with him as soon  as he said the word, and yet, he was thinking about a third person entirely. He raised the beer bottle, downing it's contents. He leaned over to the guy and instead of just shouting to him, that he'll be right back, he latched his lips to his, arm snaking around him and giving him one, swift but heated kiss. "I'll be right back." he whispered into his ear. "Keep an eye on her, will you?" he asked, nodding towards the blonde girl and the guy nodded, smirking and approached the girl. Simon watched in amusement as he wrapped his arms around the woman, swaying with her and he shook his head. He's still got it. Never lost it, more like it.

Finding the bathroom wasn't as easy as he thought it would be. He was swaying just a little, but managed to find the place. Once inside, he gave himself a one-over in the mirror. His brunette hair were messy, but one hand through them and they looked just as styled as they did before. Courtesy of the hair product he used almost daily. His nails were painted black, except the pinky of his left hand that was red. There were only two metal rings on his right hand, the leather cuffs jingling on his arms as he turned on the faucet. He assessed his outfit, his pierced tongue going over the lower lip and touching the metal of the ring on it. He was wearing a white tank top that clung to him due to sweat and the tightness of it, the ripped, black skinny jeans cuffed and the combat boots adding to the angsty look, just like the chains on the jeans. The leather jacket was a vibrant red. Magnus almost colored his hair, but Simon ducked and ran before he could.

Hair dye was his thing, just like the eyeliner, although Simon was pretty sure he'd kill the eyeliner look. He put some water in his face, relishing the silence for a minute, hearing the beat thump behind the closed bathroom door. A stall opened and a guy stepped out, black hair reaching his shoulders and the usual get-up of a straight guy in the club giving off vibes Simon could do without. He nodded and the guy nodded back. When he left, Simon looked back into the mirror. He looked hot. He knew it and the guy and the girl knew it. He'd have to pick - or he could just play it dangerous and pick them both, see what comes of it. He was on a bender, anyways. What else do you do when a guy cheats on you with a girl? He should've guessed, though. The dude wasn't even out to anyone, for all he knew, Simon could've just been an experiment.

'I don't know, okay? I just... I was confused and then, I just- Simon, listen-'

Simon closed his eyes, letting out a chuckle, the excuses running through his mind. It was funny, though. See, he'd thought that this guy was actually someone he could try the relationship thing with. Turns out, he was a douche, just like any other one.

Wondering what's on your mind
Guess you like the simple type
I ain't stupid, dumb, or blind
Won't sleep in your bed of lies
Heard you met her in the club
Tryna tell me you were drunk
I can still smell her perfume
Nigga I don't fuck with you

The way Jace served it to him was the best though. Instead of admitting his mistake, he went with the old 'I was drunk out of my mind' excuse. Simon rolled his eyes at his own reflection. Serves him right for ever even thinking about dating a 'straight' guy. From now on, it was only people who were sure of their sexuality. He was, so why should he try and be with someone who was just experimenting? Sure, as a one night stand, but if this turns out to be something more? No thank you, Simon didn't want to repeat the 'hey, let's be together but tell no one' charade again. Besides, the guy and the girl combined could measure up to the hotness of Jace. Maybe. He shook his head. He could say whatever he wanted, but he couldn't deny that Jace was the hottest person he'd ever slept with. Not only that, he had seemed genuienly interested in dating him. Simon scoffed out loud.

He let his hand go through his hair one more time, before disappearing back into the club. He thought about it for a moment, saw the pair dancing in content and decided to let them be for a while. It was only 2 a.m. He fished out his phone from his pocket while going to the exit, making sure he had his pack of cigarettes and a lighter. 

'On a bender? Again? Don't drink any liquor stores'

He stared at the text from Izzy on amusement, catching on the reference of their favorite show. They watched it every Tuesday, like clockwork. Even if they had plans, they still watched it. If Izzy was working til 12 in the morning, they'd watched afterwards, dozing off together. Or even if Simon had a massive hangover and almost passed out the minute it went on, they still watched it. It was like a promise of some sort, so they'd stay in touch, even when Izzy was away most of the time, what with her fashion company with Magnus taking off. 

'I'm at a bar. I might drink the bar, though.'

He sent the text and fished out his cigarettes while pocketing the phone. He looked around the sidewalk, seeing a couple of more people and glanced at the security guard at the door, who seemed bored as fuck. He looked handsome though, not the usual bulky dudes. He was tallish, definitely not as tall as Alec, but reaching just about. His hair was a dark red color, something you don't see every day and his eyes a round and soft brown. Simon smiled at him, exhaling the smoke and leaned onto the wall next to him, far enough so he'd not feel the need to talk to him, but close enough that he could, if he'd want to. After a few seconds, he decided to go for it.

"Long night?" he asked and the security guard turned his head towards him, his arms staying behind his back and Simon could see the tattoo-covered muscled arms. He did, however, smile at him. "You could say that. It's a Friday, so it's pretty crowded." the guard told him and Simon nodded. He saw the man's eyes flick to his smoke for a second, but he caught it and knew the look. He smirked, waving the pack towards him. "Join me?" he asked and the man tilted his head, reaching out to take the pack and took a cigarette. He returned the pack and let Simon lit his cigarette.

"I'm Simon." he said, voice smooth and velvety. "Rick." the guy said and Simon nodded. "So, Rick. Let's do the standard questions. Why is a handsome guy like you working in a place like this?" he asked and Rick laughed at the cliche of the line. Simon had discovered, that sometimes, the cliche was the best way to go, if you said it in a carefree 'I know what I just said is cringe' kind of way. Worked like a charm. And it didn't fail him this time. The guy leaned back on the wall, exhaling, clear bliss etched on his face. "I don't know, man. I guess I took a wrong turn somewhere. Probably on the highway 295." he said and Simon gave him a questioning glance. "I was supposed to go to Philly, instead ended up in New York. Had it all worked out, too. A girl waiting, a career waiting." he said and Simon smiled. "Ah, the perfect life. What was the job?" he asked in all seriousness.

"You'll laugh, but I don't really give a fuck so..." Rick said, puffing out another smoke cloud. "An accountant." he said and he was right, that did get out a laugh from the brunette. "You're not serious." he said and Rick nodded, amused. "Yeah, got the job thanks to dear old dad. But I said, fuck it. I don't want to be the guy doing the boring work. Tried to convince the girl to come with me, but you know what she said? 'Life is not a game, Ricky. You have to have a job, a house, pay mortgage'. That's what life is, she said. And I said, darling, if this is life, I don't want it." Rick said and Simon stared at him in amusement.

"Wise words. And? Do you regret it?" he asked and Rick gave him a smirk. "Not one bit. I get to meet cute guys and girls every other weekend. Living the dream." Rick said, winking at him and Simon laughed. "Yeah, you're lucky as hell." he agreed. "You're not modest at all." Rick commented, extinguishing his cigarette. Simon gave him another smirk, etching closer. This was what he was good at. The flirting game. The touching, the smiles, the talk. His arm went to Ricks and slid up, as he leaned in. "Being modest is overrated. We should all just say what we want and never beat around the bush." he said slowly, drawing out his words and he could see the effect it had on the guy, making the guard blush slightly, his breath hitching in his throat. 

I'ma drink up, I'ma smoke some'
Keep it moving, it was nice to know ya
Boy watch me leave
You ghost to me
Wish you good luck being lonely
I'ma push red every time you phone me
You 'bout to be
A memory

"Yeah, being modest was never your forte." came another voice and Simon closed his eyes briefly, straightening up again. He knew the voice all too well. And indeed, when he turned, he could see Jace leaning onto the wall, with a cigarette in his hands. He blew out the smoke and Simon observed him. He was wearing gray skinny jeans and a black T-shirt, his favorite black leather jacket hung over his shoulders. His blonde hair looked just as perfect as ever, the strands falling slightly to his mismatched eyes, that were now staring at Simon in amusement.

"Who ever said that it was my goal to be modest?" Simon retorted and gave Rick a wink. "Here, in case you need someone to walk you home after you finish here." he said then, handing Rick a piece of paper with his number scribbled on it. The man tore his eyes from Jace to Simon again, and he smiled a little. "I'm a security guard. I think you'll be the one who needs someone to send you home." he laughed and Simon shook his head, laughing as well. "You may be right." he said, sending him one last smile and went back towards the entrance. 

"Simon." he heard Jace speak but ignored it best as he could. When he got inside, the music was once again, deafening. Now, if he could just find his missing companions... "Simon, wait!" he felt someone grab his arm, although he knew who it was and he reluctantly turned, to glare at Jace. His eyes were watching him intently and Simon averted his gaze immediately. Jace's eyes were one of the things that drew Simon in in the first place. "I want to talk to you." the blonde said and there was an edge of desperation in his voice. Simon snorted. "And I wanna get a drink. Bye, Jace." he said, freeing himself and going straight over the dancefloor to the bar.

When he sat down, it was no surprise to him that Jace took the stool next to him. He rolled his eyes. The guy was relentless. "Simon, please, just talk to me." he said, pleading and Simon turned to him slowly. He took a sip of the beer that was handed to him and tilted his head to the side.

"Why? We've got literally nothing to talk about." he insisted, staring at the blonde. Jace looked tired. Even so, he looked good. Okay, so he looked hot. Even if Simon was pissed at him and could throw him off a cliff, he could still appreciate the fact that Jace looked fucking hot. He hummed a little, letting his eyes roam over him. He really did have no shame. "I wanted to- I wanted to apologize. Again. I just- Simon, I know I fucked up okay? I know I did, and there's no excuse for that. I just didn't know what the fuck was I doing at the time. And Maia talked to me like a week after that and knocked some sense into me. Literally, she punched me in the face." Jace said, his lip twitching a little at the memory and Simon smiled a little, too. "I've always liked her. I should send her flowers." he mused and Jace laughed, but stopped the second Simon gave him a glare.

"Simon, I'm sorry. I really am. I know what I did is inexcusable, but I just hate that I can't talk to you anymore. I-" Simon could hear Jace's voice crack "I miss you, that's all." he said finally and Simon looked at him again. He'd heard all that before, from different people, but coming from Jace, it infuriated him even more. "Let me guess, you broke up with her and now you want back in? That's really not how it works, Jace." Simon said, with an evil smirk plastered on his face. Any other person would say he was being cocky, but he knew just as Jace knew, that he was speaking the truth. 

Bet she doesn't touch like me
Sure as hell don't fuck like me
No comparison, no she don't, she don't
Ain't gon' whip it up like me
She ain't got the recipe
No comparison, no she don't, she don't

"I was scared, okay!" Jace blurted out and Simon raised an eyebrow. Jace rubbed his face with his hands and he looked even more tired. As if he hadn't slept in days. "I always thought I only liked girls, until I met you. And then, it was like everything was turned upside down and I didn't understand any of it. And I was selfish, selfish enough to do that to you because I was sure that if it all ever came out, my career would suffer because of it. I play football, for fucks sake, you know how it is." Jace said and even though it sounded like he was justifying his actions, there was no trace of it in his tone. And Simon knew, what he meant. He'd been there, Alec had been there. Coming out was scary as fuck, and even though people say 'be who you are', it's never that easy. There's always something - family, friends, career - always something to worry about. 

That didn't mean Simon was going to let him off the hook though. "So, you found a girl, better fitting to society's standards. Good for you, I'm glad." Simon said and his voice was almost poisonous. Jace sent him a pleading look. "Simon... Don't say that. You know me. You knew me. I didn't do any of it to hurt you, even though I knew it would. But it was never my intention." he said and Simon knew it was true. He just didn't care. And that's what he wanted Jace to know. "I don't care, honestly. We had fun and that was it. Obviously, that's all it was. You can stay in the closet and I'm free to do whatever, or whoever, I want. Everybody wins." he said, sipping his beer and turning away from the blonde. 

Oh no she don't
Oh no she don't
Oh no she
Oh no she don't
Oh no she don't
Oh no she

"Simon." Jace said again and there was an urgency in his voice. "What do you want me to say, Jace? That you acted like a douche? You did. That you fucked up? Correct again! That it hurt me more than I thought it would? Yes, but that doesn't mean I want anything to do with you. What is this really about?" Simon said and he could heard Jace groan. "I told you, I miss you. And I know it's a shitty thing to say and it's not like I'm expecting you to forgive me. I'm not. Even if I'd want to be with you, I know I missed my shot. I just want you to talk to me." Jace said and Simon turned his eyes back to him. He looked sincere, but then again, Jace was master at faking emotions.

"What, you want us to be friends? Yeah, definitely, we should double date!" he said sarcastically and Jace almost flinched at his tone. "She's not in the picture anymore. Not that it should make a difference. If you're going to talk to me again, I want it to be just because you want to, not because there are no other obstacles." Jace said with a sad voice and Simon raised a brow at him. He looked miserable, and as much as Simon wished it for him, he still felt a little sorry for him.

"Huh, I wonder why you broke up with her. I suspect because she found out you like dick better." Simon said crudely and Jace raised his eyes. "What? Tell me I'm wrong." Simon challenged him when Jace didn't say anything. He closed his eyes instead and Simon smirked a little. "You're impossible to talk to, I don't even know why I bothered." Jace said and Simon snorted. "I'm the impossible one? Baby, have you met yourself?" Simon asked and Jace's eyes widened a little as he spoke. Simon felt the buzz of the alcohol run through him and he forgot about his dates on the dancefloor for a second. When the lights in the club flickered and illuminated Jace's face for a second, he could see his face more clearly.

There was angst and sadness etched in those beautiful features. There was something else, though. It was curiosity and Simon knew that look all too well. "I mean, come on. It's just me, Jace. Tell me the truth. Why did you break up?" Simon daunted him, and he knew he was being cruel. He also didn't care.

You right
Nah she ain't never gon' be you, but girl it's whatever
I done called you fifty 'leven times why you treat a nigga like I was never
Your man
I know I fucked up, I'm only human
And I ain't beggin' but I'm gon' ask
For one more chance
Girl I think we should just

"Simon, come on, don't do this." Jace said, his expression pained and Simon smiled again. "Do what? I'm not doing anything. It was just a question." the brunette said and he was leaning into Jace, his hand sliding across the bar, tapping his fingers. Jace's eyes were now full of panic and he bit his lip. "You know the truth. And you're just trying to hurt me with it, like I did you." Jace said plainly and Simon laughed. "Oh, come on." he said, leaning in and he saw Jace's eyes dart to his lips, he could hear Jace's breath get caught when Simon's hand landed on his thigh. "Would I really be that petty?" Simon asked, speaking in almost a whisper and brushed his lips against Jace's ear. He could see the goosebumps forming on the blonde's neck.

"Yes." Jace breathed out, and bit his lip again when Simon's lips went to his neck. He didn't even know if it was the alcohol that drove his actions or something else, but seeing Jace squirm was more fun than he'd had in ages. And he'd gotten around, a lot. "Simon, stop." Jace said then and Simon smiled against his skin. "You don't really mean that." he said, tracing his lips to Jace's exposed collrbone and bit the skin there. Jace let out a gasp. "Everything she did..." Simon spoke again, his hand sliding upwards on Jace's thigh and nearing dangerously close to his crotch. "Every kiss, every touch... It was nothing compared to me. And you know it. It's why you're here, you just don't want to admit it." Simon said, coming closer, his lips tracing a line from Jace's neck to his ear and he bit the earlobe. Jace let out a soft moan and he shifted in his seat.

"I- I don't-" Jace stammered and Simon let out a soft chuckle, coming back up and staring at his face. Jace looked like he was drowning, his eyes pleading and his lips slightly parted, his hands grabbing the stool, the knuckles white. Simon knew he'd gotten what he was after. But he didn't want to stop.

Drink up, I'ma smoke some' 
Keep it moving, it was nice to know ya 
Boy watch me leave 
You ghost to me
Wish you good luck being lonely
I'ma push red every time you phone me 
You 'bout to be
A memory

"Don't what? Come on, Jace. I know what you want. You just have to ask." Simon said then, and he leaned in, not kissing Jace, but taking his lower lip between his teeth, tugging at it, his eyes still on the blonde. The mismatched eyes were already clouded with lust and Simon licked his own lips. He wanted this. He wanted Jace. And he knew this was the worst idea in the universe, but he wanted to show him what he'd be missing, all his life. What he let go. The thought of that girl touching him made him feel possessive, even though Jace stopped being his a long time ago.

He tapped his fingers near Jace's crotch and the blonde closed his eyes, letting out a sigh. "Why are you doing this?" he asked with a pained voice and Simon laughed. "Because I can? Because I want to?" he asked, ghosting his lips over Jace's. The blonde's hand shot up and he grabbed Simon by his collar, freezing in that position, Simon's lips inches from his. "You want to?" he asked, slightly incredulous and Simon rolled his eyes. "Have I ever said no to a good fuck?" he asked, letting his words drawl out as if he was bored, masking what this really was about. Jace raised an eyebrow. "Besides, seeing you here, practically begging for my forgiveness - it's kind of a turn on." he said and Jace's lips twitched.

Simon heard Jace gasp when he locked their lips and it was bliss again. He remembered the way he used to kiss him. There were a lot of times where the kisses were soft and steady, not like this - heated, longing, wanting and needy. He'd forgotten how good it felt and how much it made him want Jace.

Bet she doesn't touch like me 
Sure as hell don't fuck like me 
No comparison, no she don't, she don't 
Ain't gon' whip it up like me
She ain't got the recipe 
No comparison, no she don't, she don't

Simon stood up, standing in front of Jace, kissing him, biting his lip and pushing him closer. Jace's legs parted and he etched between them, their bodies now pressed together and Jace let out another moan, making Simon smirk against his lips. "Someone missed me." he said in a low tone, letting his fingers brush over the bulge in Jace's pants and the blonde leaned in, tugging at the lip ring Simon had on. Simon shivered involuntarily. "I already told you, I missed you." Jace said but Simon shook his head. "That's not what I meant, baby." he said and snaked his hands around Jace, pulling him closer, grinding their hips together. Jace groaned and Simon bit his own lip, trying to contain his own sounds.

"Come on." he just said, tugging at Jace's arm and the blonde followed, because how could he not? There was always something exciting about having sex in a public place, but with Jace, Simon felt that everything was exciting, no matter where they were. He tried to cast all those thoughts aside and focus on the blonde right here, in this small storage room, that he somehow had the key to now.

Oh no she don't
Oh no she don't
Oh no she
Oh no she don't
Oh no she don't
Oh no she

Simon had also forgotten how eager Jace was when it came to sex. As soon as they were inside, Jace's hands found his zipper and pulled his pants down along with his boxers and before he could protest (not that he'd want to), Jace was on his knees in front of him, making Simon's hands find his blonde hair automatically. He let his head fall back with a thud when Jace's hot mouth closed around his cock and he bit his lip, trying not to let out a single noise. Jace didn't deserve it. But, to his misfortune, Jace was really, really good at what he was doing. He could feel the blonde lick over the tip and then trail a long line to the base and back to the tip again, sucking on it just a little, before he took it all into his mouth again. Simon let out a shuddering breath and Jace hummed around him, sending vibrations along his body.

Simon's hands went into a fist and he closed his eyes. He could feel Jace bobbing his head, his rhythm relentless, and he couldn't take it anymore. "Fuck, Jace, stop." he breathed out and he pulled at his hair, forcefully. Jace moaned and freed him, coming up to his face. "Why?" he asked and Simon admired his swollen lips. He let his finger trail along them and wiped the trace of spit from his chin, Jace's eyes glistening back at him. "Because, I want to fuck you and I can't do that if you make me come." he said and Jace let out a breath, when Simon removed his shirt. 

Jace's killer body was definitely a bonus when they started 'dating'. The man was a god, but that was to be expected of a football player. He turned them around, pressing Jace against the wall and palmed him through his jeans, earning a soft whimper from Jace. "Ah, Simon-" he breathed out and Simon smirked, leaning in to trace kisses along his abs, fingers working on the button and zipper on the jeans. "Patience, baby, patience." he softly said, sucking a mark just above his hip and Jace moaned, when Simon licked at the spot. 

I be up on it, you know she can't keep up
You know you want this, so why you gon' keep her
Don't get the picture, I'll write it out
Losin' a real one that held you down
I put the boy on and now he feeling himself
No it ain't nothing to put you back on the shelf
Too late for sorry so boy back down
I have my issues, but one less now
99 problems but a nigga ain't one

He let the jeans fall onto the ground, slowly removing Jace's boxers and Jace blinked down at him. His hands went to Simon's arms, pulling him up so they were eye-level again and he bit his lip, when Simon's hand closed around him. Jace remained wordless and Simon decided he needed a little more push. He let his hand slide up and down, stilling again and he brushed his thumb over the tip. Jace made a strangled noise but no words came out, again. So, Simon raised two of his fingers to his mouth and without any hesitation, Jace opened his mouth and sucked on them.

"Aren't you obedient, I don't even have to tell you what to do." Simon almost cooed, leaning to bite his earlobe and Jace moaned around his fingers. Simon took them out, his hand going behind Jace, while the other was still stroking his cock slowly. He let his fingers tease around his hole, before Jace gave a whimper and Simon pushed them in, not slow, but fast. He knew it would probably hurt, but he made sure the pleasure outweighed the pain. He stroked Jace's dick, fisting him and all the while, his fingers curled inside of him. Jace let go of his own lower lip and he moaned, loud and needy and Simon felt himself twitch at the sound. He'd always loved those sounds. He liked how Jace wanted to be controlled.

And then, when Simon brushed his fingers against the little bundle of nerves inside him, Jace finally spilled the words. "Simon, please. Please, I want you to fuck me." his voice was near breaking and Simon smirked against his skin, tracing kisses along his jawline. "Thought you'd never ask." he said and unceremoniously, he flipped Jace around, making him back his legs up. "Hands on the wall." he said sternly and Jace did as he was told, and Simon tapped his leg against Jace's. "Wider." he said and Jace planted his feet wider and Simon leaned into him, his dick pressed against Jace's cheeks.

Oh no she don't
Oh no she don't
Oh no she

"So, you missed me? Didn't she fuck you as good as I used to?" Simon whispered, his hand going around Jace and stroking his dick that was leaking precum. Jace moaned but Simon squeezed and he whimpered. "No- I mean, yes, I missed you. I did. I did..." he repeated and his breathing was erratic now and Simon smiled. He moved his hand, spitting on it and mixing it with the precum and stroked his own dick. "Simon, please, just- please-" Jace's words were incoherent now and Simon lined himself up. "Shh, baby, we're almost there." he said softly, moving himself against Jace.

When he pushed in, he did stop occasionally, letting Jace adjust, but the sounds he was making were proof of how much he enjoyed it, so in the end, Simon didn't have to wait long, until he could properly move. The sound of skin against skin and Jace moaning his name were making him reach his climax sooner than he would've wanted to. One of his hands was steadying them both on Jace's hips, grabbing it in a bruising force and the other went to the blonde strands, because he knew Jace loved when he pulled at them.

He tugged them, harshly, and Jace moaned, his legs shaking and Simon gritted his teeth. His pace was merciless and Jace screamed when he hit his prostate. His hands were shaking on the wall, as well, and Simon noticed. So, before Jace could fall, he pulled out, making the blonde whimper at the loss. He turned them around, his hands going under Jace's ass and picked him up. Without warning, he lowered the blonde back onto him, Jace's back hitting the cold wall again. Jace's head fell onto Simon's shoulder as he continued to pound into him.

Oh no she don't
Oh no she don't
Oh no she

"Come on, baby, come for me." Simon cooed and Jace bit Simon's shoulder when he came, shivering all over. The brunette felt the sting on his skin and he moaned, loud and let himself go, not bothering to pull out and just let himself release into Jace. The blonde moaned again and his legs around Simon were still shaking.

When Simon saw properly again, he pulled back, lowering Jace onto the floor, going down with him as he pulled out. Jace winced and he sprawled his legs out, looking utterly spent. Simon watched as he ran his hand through the blonde strands and took in the disheveled looks. He chuckled to himself. Jace's eyes found him and he furrowed his eyebrows. 

"What?" he asked and Simon shook his head. "Nothing. I was just thinking." he said and Jace gave him a questioning look. Simon got up, still coming down from his happy place and shrugged his clothes on. "If things were different, we'd be going home for another round, but we wouldn't want to wake up your girlfriend, now, would we?" he said, with no anger in his tone. Jace's eyes widened and Simon laughed again. It was funny how Jace thought he wouldn't notice the traces of red lipstick on his neck or the smell of the flowery perfume on him.

"Bye, Jace." Simon said, turning around and walking out, shaking his head in amusement. If it hadn't been months, he'd maybe feel sorrow, anger or even guilt. Right now, he felt none of those things. He got out, noticing it was almost 3 a.m. Rick was leaning onto the wall next to another security guard.

Simon ran his hands through his hair, trying to look as if he'd just been dancing, not fucking his ex. "I'm off now. How you feeling, still need someone to walk you home?" Rick asked him, smirking, and Simon ran his eyes over the man. He looked back towards the club one more time before he sent Rick a wicked smile. "Definitely." was his simple response.

Oh no she don't
Oh no she don't
Oh no she don't
Oh no she don't

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A/N: HAAAA bet you thought this had a happy ending (pun intended). I know, I know, this was smutty as hell, but I haven't written that in a while so I needed to get it out of me, mkay? Anyways, I'm gonna go write a real cute Malec fluff oneshot now, so :))))))xxxx