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ffsdownworlders · 7 years

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Blood, Sweat and... Kisses?

s/o to @idiotgonewrong for this wonderful moodboard!

fandom: Shadowhunters

pairing: Jimon

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When Simon arrived in front of the Institute, he found the lawn turned into a training zone. There were punching bags, something that looked like a huge treadmill and horizontal bars. Last but definitely not least, a gigantic obstacle course that included a lot of different sectors, most remarkably a huge tower, almost as high as the steeple on the Institute. Once again, Simon noted that the shadowhunters were completely nuts. Nothing new here.

The training zone was near empty, aside from one silhouette furiously beating a punching bag up. Since Simon couldn’t get into the institute without being invited by a shadowhunter, he decided to hope for the best, especially since Clary wasn’t picking up and he didn’t want to wait here outside all night and approached the shadowhunter.

The outcome was neither successful or a failure. It was Jace. On the one hand, Simon would most likely be let into the Institute. On the other one, Jace would make sure it took a lot of effort. He walked up to Jace, and when he heard Simon coming he stopped hitting the bag and turned to the vampire.

“Hey Jace!” Simon greeted. “Remember that time when I told you that you and the others were kinda like The Brave ones in Divergent?” Jace rolled his eyes as an answer and wiped away sweat from his forehead. Simon forced himself not to watch Jace’s arm as he did and continued; “And you denied it? Still so sure after all this?” He made a wide gesture over the training field.

Jace ignored Simon’s comment and explained: “Tomorrow’s the day when the Clave comes over to give us our yearly “fighting grade,” to make sure we are still worthy to be considered competent shadowhunters.” Was that sarcasm Simon sensed? Maybe not so strange, thinking back to Jace’s history with the Clave. “I figured why not put some extra work into it? I didn’t become the best over just one night, even if it could be hard to imagine,” Jace continued and gave him a smile.

Like so many times before, Simon couldn’t help but notice how good Jace smelled of sweat, leather and a pleasant smell that was his personal, unique one. His vampire abilities didn’t make it any better.

“So, what are you doing here anyways?” Jace asked nonchalantly, like he hadn’t noticed Simon drooling all over him. Embarrassed, Simon snapped out of it and focused. “Uh, I was gonna hang out with Clary, just watch a movie, but she didn’t pick up her phone, so I thought like: Hey, maybe that guy could help me, and it was you…” Simon didn’t realize that he was rambling nervously until Jace held up a hand and cut Simon off. “Okay, enough said. Clary isn’t here, she’s out shopping with Izzy”.

Dammit, he had looked forward to a slow evening with his best friend.

“Oh okay, well thanks for the help. See you another day,” Simon rushed, wanting to get as far as from Jace to prevent to embarrassing himself even more.

But as Simon turned over to leave, Jace called out for him;

“Hey Simon! Wait!”

Simon stopped abruptly at the sound of Jace’s voice and turned back. Jace was walking up to him, with a teasing smile on his lips. “You said earlier that you were interested in training, wanna give it a try? Take a lesson from the master himself?”

The truth was that Simon had only mentioned his interest in training as an excuse, when Jace had caught him staring a couple of weeks earlier. It was a bad idea. A terrible idea. But having an excuse to watch Jace workout was impossible to resist. He heard himself agree before he could talk some sense into his heart.

“Great! Let’s go!” They walked back into the training area and went down to business.

Jace showed Simon some of his tricks, like the perfect punch and the best stance to take during a fight. He also taught Simon how to dodge a blade and the most effective way to disarm someone with and without using a weapon. At one point he also tried to show Simon how to throw knives (even if the results were so bad that they silently decided to never speak of it again). Jace was aware of the fact that Simon’s vampire abilities gave him reflexes and speed far faster than his own, but Jace still couldn’t help but enjoy seeing Simon’s adorable frown as he attempted to perfect his new skills, even though Jace couldn’t help but mock him as he tried. Wait, Simon and adorable in the same sentence? But not even Jace could deny that Simon biting his lower lip as he focused did things to him.

The training continued, and after while Jace took a pause to drink some water. The air was still warm after a remarkably hot day. “Ready for your final challenge, padawan?” Jace asked, looking all sneaky. “Or are you afraid I’ll kick your ass?”

“I’m up for the challenge. Bring on the next task!” Simon answered, hoping that his nerves didn’t reflect in his words.

“In fact, it’s not a task, more like a competition.” Jace turned around and looked at the obstacle course. Of course.

“No way,” Simon protested. “I want to survive another night, thank you very much.”

“Come on Simon! You’re a vamp, this shouldn’t be that hard. And if it is, you really need to make sure it isn’t. Otherwise you’d be an awful vampire.”

Simon sighed, he was already defeated by Jace’s mocking tone.

“Let’s do it.”

What Jace did next really threw Simon off. Jace just casually took off his shirt, revealing his muscular torso, covered in runes. Simon almost thought that he would pass out at the sight. Jace, however, just flashed Simon a smug smirk and ran toward the first obstacle. Now that had to count as cheating, right? Simon hurried after, using his vampire speed.

The competition didn’t go that bad, except that Jace was ahead of Simon the whole time. If it wasn’t for the vampire speed there would be no chance in the world for Simon to follow. At last, Simon was in front of the tower. He looked up and saw Jace already on his way up and rushed after. The tower turned out to be the hardest part, even if it at first glance looked like an ordinary climbing wall. The background just kept on changing, from rusty metal that cut into his hands, to cold, slippery ice and even some kind of sticky paste that trapped his limbs to the wall. But having Jace’s arrogant smile on his mind, Simon couldn’t do anything but continue his fight to reach the top.

When Simon finally reached the top, a mocking smile greeted him. “Not bad for a newbie,” Jace said, laugh in his voice. He was standing in the middle of the platform, arms crossed over his chest in his typical stance. His hair was a little messy, his muscles swelling and his chest rose heavily. But instead of feeling tired, he looked like he was ready to take over the world. He looked unbelievably sexy.

“Thanks,” Simon answered with a tired smile, flustering, focusing his gaze anywhere except at Jace. He swallowed. “So can we climb down to safe ground now?”

“No way. The last part of the challenge is still left. You have to get me off this platform.”

Simon couldn’t believe his ears. “You want me to, push you from a tower?”

“Yeah, but you won’t be able to, cause I’ll have you down before a blink of an eye,” Jace answered, smirking all cocky and arrogant. “Your move, Simon.”

After these words, Simon just acted on instinct. As he started to move towards Jace, he noticed Jace getting into defense position. Maybe it was time to wipe that cocky smile off his face, Simon thought to himself and put his hands around Jace’s face and pressed his lips against Jace’s.

When Simon moved towards him, Jace thought that he could anticipate what Simon was going to do. He waited for Simon to throw a sloppy punch that was so typical for newbies, or maybe try to surprise him with a kick aimed for the knees.

But what Simon actually did, was something he was nowhere near expecting. As Simon’s lips met Jace’s, he felt a rush of emotions. Joy, happiness, desire, wanting, and more. He answered the kiss eagerly, bumping his forehead toward Simon’s as he leaned into the kiss, putting his hands on Simon’s back.

It wasn’t that Jace had never kissed someone. He had kissed girls as long as he could remember (and a lot more than just kissing, to tell the truth). But no other kiss had made him feel this much. All because of an awkward, nerdy boy with a smile as bright as the sun. It all just felt… right?

The kiss was better than Simon could ever had imagined. Now, Jace was holding onto Simon, pulling him closer, hungry and almost rough. Not that Simon was complaining. Being close to Jace’s naked chest was heavenly. After a while, Jace pulled back, just enough to catch his breath, still holding Simon tightly. Jace’s looked dizzy, his lips were bright red and almost a little swollen. Not feeling Jace’s lips on his own, Simon suddenly remembered why they were even at the top of a tower. This opportunity was just too good to waste.

Jace wasn’t thinking anymore. All that existed was Simon. As Jace pulled away, he could feel how Simon took down his arms from behind Jace’s neck. At first, Jace was worried that he’d done something wrong, but Simon leaned in again and whispered with a teasing voice; “I hope you don’t fall all too bad.” Before Jace’s brain was able to process what he actually said, he felt Simon’s hands on his chest and before he knew it, Simon pushed him hard toward the edge of the tower.

Being trained for unexpected events your whole life actually paid off. Jace managed to gain his balance as he landed on the mats below. Just as his mind came racing back, Simon landed on the mat a few feet away from him. He looked Jace straight into the eyes. “Now this was fun, about making it a, um, a date next time?” he asked, flashing a bright smile before disappearing into the dark night, leaving a wide-eyed, blushing Jace behind. Yes, let’s make it a date, Jace thought. Soon enough Simon would realize that payback truly is a bitch.

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