title: without the games
pairing/characters: Jace/Simon, background Clary/Izzy,
summary: The pounding in Simon’s chest got louder and louder, his heart flip-flopped when Jace rested his hand gently on the back of his neck and pressed their lips together. The kiss was warm and gentle and not at all like Simon had anticipated. It was softer and sweeter than he thought Jace was capable of. OR the three times Simon convinced himself that kissing Jace meant nothing and the time he realized that he was wrong.
a/n: first off, I’m gifting this work to the amazingly patient @intangibel as a substitute for the fic I was supposed to write her for @shadowhuntersbetas Winter Fic Exchange (this one is much better, trust me). A huge thank you goes out to @tothebitterbetterend and @bookwhipped for doing such an amazing job of beta-ing this fic! It wouldn’t be what it is without both of you, so thanks!!
Pop music blared from the radio as all of the partygoers arranged themselves into a circle on the floor in the Lightwoods’ basement. Simon grabbed a can of soda from the table in the corner, which held a half-eaten birthday cake and a variety of drinks and candy that had previously been arranged into neat piles, before wedging himself into the space between Clary and Alec. He didn’t say anything because it was Isabelle’s birthday party but, in his opinion, sixteen was too old to play spin the bottle. Part of the reason was because he’d never actually kissed anyone before, but there was no way he was going to admit that. He’d practiced with his pillow before, another thing that he wasn’t going to admit – boy, had that been embarrassing when Rebecca walked in on him – and he’d fantasized about kissing someone, of course. It had just never happened.