Okay, so, I stated that this story could change to M/M+ rating at the very beginning, and well, it has. Haha. I was also told my readers, followers, and friends, that they wanted a warning if a chapter was something they shouldn't read in front of others, or would need a cold shower after reading. SO... HERE'S YOUR WARNING! Enjoy! Mwah!

Jace

Walking Clary to her door, I get this strange sense of dread. I don't want this night to end. Especially since I don't know if I'll see her again this weekend, or if it'll be Monday before I do. So I hope, probably against hope, that I do. - Something I haven't done in a good while, and something I've never done when it comes to a female my age.

I watch, a step behind her, as she inserts her key and hesitates momentarily before unlocking it. She cracks the door open, just a hair, before turning around to face me. She's chewing on the inside of her bottom lip like she's nervous, and I furrow my eyebrows together, puzzled, at her.

She's an anomaly as is, but in the short time that I've been around her, I have never seen her look nervous. Annoyed, yes. Angry, yes. Worried, sure. I've even seen her look sad. But, nervous... Not uh. I didn't even think she got nervous. Yet, here she is, doing just that.

When she pulls the door closed behind her, leaving her right hand on the knob, she looks up at me from beneath her lashes, and her emerald green eyes send a fire lancing through my veins. - Oh, what I wouldn't give just to kiss her. To feel her lips on mine. To run my hands across her skin.

"Thanks again for the ice cream."

"You're welcome," I tell her, wanting to close the gap between us. I shrug my left shoulder casually, or at least I hope it comes off that way, hoping that it will keep me from doing something that could jeopardize this moment and any future ones. I open my mouth to tell her that it was the least I could do when she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before reopening them.

"Good night, Jace." The words sound so sweet coming from her mouth, and the way she says my name, this time, makes my blood boil for her even more so.

Before I can fully comprehend what I'm doing, I've closed the space between us. My hands are now cupping her cheeks gently, my fingertips in her soft hair, my lips grazing hers as I tell her, "Goodnight," and then... I kiss her.

My lips slowly, tenderly, cover hers. First, to my right. A second, the center. The third, to my left. I fully expect to be shoved away and quite possibly punched, when it dawns on me... She could never want to see or speak to me again after this.

If that happens, it will kill me. No, it would be a fate worse than death. To be here, in the same town, same school, same classes, like her, and not hear her voice again. To never have her beautiful face and eyes look at me. To... To... To-

She pulls me from my panicky thoughts with a low groan. She's kissing me back! She's really, truly, kissing me back!

Not only is she kissing me, she's got her left hand on my right hip and her right hand on my chest, right over my pounding heart that feels like it's also doing back-flips in there. If I weren't currently kissing her, I'd be doing back-flips too. But I am!

She pulls at me with her left hand, and I moan while quickly doing as she wants, closing the last of the gap between us. Her soft, yet firm, body pressing against mine. My right-hand glides over her shoulder, down to the middle of her back. My left-hand goes in her hair, holding her to me, as I run my tongue across her lips, asking for permission.

She grants me access, and after a very short interlude of our tongues dancing together, she deepens the kiss; ripping noise from my throat that I've never heard before, one I didn't even know was possible to make. Her hands are now sliding across my body to my back, where her fingers sit against my shoulder blades and her palms just beneath as she push-pulls me into her more. My left hand tightens at the back of her head, my right moves further down her back to her tailbone where it presses hard against her. My mini-me is enjoying this as he gets even harder when pressed against her stomach. In turn, she lets out a growl into my mouth, and I think I may just explode right here in my pants, in the hall.

I have never wanted another female the way I want her. Let alone been turned on by one, the way she turns me on. It's crazy. No, insane. But, then again, I don't care. It feels right.

I press Clary against her door and her right-hand slips away from me. The next thing I know, we are crashing into the apartment, along with the door, and her hand is returning; only this time, going to my bicep. I pull our bodies away from the door, slam it shut, and then pin her against the inside of it.

Our kisses become more feverish, and our hands run rampant over and under each other's clothes. Our moans, groans, and other noises become louder and more frequent. Our breathing more ragged, and in shorter puffs. The air, thick.

Every bit of my body is humming and buzzing, getting hotter and hotter. My head is reeling and spinning. Just when I'm about to rip the clothes off of both our bodies, Clary's pushes against mine, and I think this is the end of it. But, she surprises me even further.

She bites my bottom lip, sucking on it as she quickly slides off her shoes. Then returns, putting her hands on my chest and shoving my jacket off my shoulders. I push her coat off of her as well, and step on the back of my shoes, in turn, to step out of them quickly.

From there, our shirts and her bra are flung here and there, and I unbutton her pants, as she pushes me backward, guiding me down the hall. She unbuttons and unzips my pants, and a couple of seconds after, I'm being pushed against a cold, hard surface. The contrast between it and the heat of my body, sending a shiver down my spine. I soon forget about it though, as she starts kissing her way down my jaw, my throat, my collarbone; my head falling back against the surface, eyes closed, and my hands tightening on her ass.

Her hot, wet kisses now going across my chest when she breathes out, "Open. The. Door. Already," between each one. Then runs her tongue up the trail of kisses she left.

I groan and squeeze her ass tighter still, and lift her; where she wraps her legs around my waist. The friction from the seam of her pants, her heat that is seeping through them, against me, nearly do me in. I don't know how much more of this I'll be able to take. So, I do as I was told and open the door, maybe a little more roughly than was necessary considering it hits something, and she giggles. The sound causing me to smile and want her even more. It's a good thing the bed isn't entirely too far from the door, or I may have ended up having to take her on the floor.

A half dozen giant steps later, she's being flung on the bed and locking lust filled eyes with me as I'm grabbing the ankles of her jeans and jerking them off of her. She is a glorious sight to see, but I know I can make it even better. First, I just have to discard my own clothes; which I do in a flash and her eyes grow wide when she sees what I'm working with.

I grab her left ankle and begin to kiss my way, slowly, up her leg from there; climbing on to the bed as I do. When I get to the apex of her thighs, she's already writhing, and I playfully bite her lace covered wet, center. She gasps and her whole body twitches. So I do it again, which elicits the same reaction but with a noise that sounds like a growl and a groan combined.

"Jace," she pants. "Quit playing, before I change my mind."

Those words, something snaps inside me. I don't know if it was the way she said my name, or the changing her mind part, but I rip her panties off at the hip and crotch area and bury my face fast and deep between her legs. My tongue slipping through her wet folds and directly into her pussy in one swift motion. She whimpers, whether at the suddenness or the feel of it, or even both, I don't know, and honestly, right now I don't care. I begin to tongue fuck the hell out of her, bringing my hands up under her thighs to hold her in place as she writhes and writhes, pulling at my hair and moaning; occasionally flicking her bud with my tongue, or nibbling on it or her sweet lips. Her legs tighten, her back arches, with the last nibble, and I blow up and down against her.

"Oh shit," comes out of her mouth in an ecstasy filled groan, and I know she's close.

I continue my assault. Licking a couple of lazy circles around her at first. Then once between her glistening folds, the second time entering her again. Back inside her, I flick my tongue once, and then from side to side as if I were licking my lips.

"Jace." she moans, and my name has never sounded sweeter. She lifts her hips up, shoving my tongue even further inside her, and I pull out again, releasing a disappointed, "Uh," out of her.

I wrap my left arm around her tighter and bring my right hand down by my face, and she looks down at me as if I just stole from her. - Which, I suppose in a way, I did. - I smile up at her mischievously, and her head falls back as I start my newest assault. My left hand rubbing quick, small circles against her vulva, my tongue licking along the length of her lips just as quickly, and my right index finger beating that pretty, pink pussy up.

"Jace." A gasp.

"Oh, Jace." A breath.

"Jace." A pant, and I slip a second finger inside her.

"Jace. Jace. Jace." My name coming quicker, and louder, now as her body starts clenching more and more.

As she exclaims, "OH, GOD. JACE!" her eyes close and her body goes stiff, - Her back arched, her legs wrapped as tight as they can be around me, her left hand balled into a fist with my hair in it, the other balled up in her own. - as she cums hard for me.

I slow the speed of my hands down, letting both of us ride out her orgasm while licking the delicious juices that are Clary up as they come out. Her body starts to relax some, and I watch as her eyelashes begin to flutter open; a lazy smile appearing on her face when she looks down at me over her chest that is still heaving up and down.

Never taking my eyes off hers, I move my left hand back to her thigh, pull my right fingers out of her and suck her off of them, and a satisfied moan escapes her. I grab hold to both her thighs now, and slowly run my tongue through her folds, getting any and all remaining juices while humming, "Mmmmm," against her; she closes her eyes as her body shivers, and a whimper slips through her still smiling lips.

She pulls her hand out of my hair, placing it flat against her own head. "That was a-," she breathes before I cut her off. She gasps as I place one last kiss to her pussy and then start working my way up to her stomach. "Mazing," she moans.

"Mm," I agree, making my way across her waist, going from hip to hip.

After going from her right hip to her left hip, I move back to the center and cut across her stomach to her belly button; not once hearing a sound out of Clary. - Did she fall asleep?! - I lift my head and glance up to find her watching me, and she gives me a lazy smile.

"Are you tired?"

"Uh uh," she shakes her head back and forth across her pillow.

"Good." I lean up to give her a quick kiss, but it doesn't go according to plan.

She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down to her, placing a long kiss on my lips. "Mmmm," she sucks on my bottom lip. "You taste good."

"I taste like you," my voice is hoarse, gravelly even, as I smile down at her. Still amazed that any of this is happening.

She smiles back at me. "Do I taste good?"

"Absolutely." How could she even ask that?

"Do I feel good?" Lightly, she moves her right hand over my shoulder, down my chest, across my stomach. Her fingers are barely grazing my skin, but they're still sending electric tingles through my body, and I have to fight closing my eyes. She wraps her small hand around my cock and squeezes, causing my entire body to jerk as a jolt shoots straight to my cock.

"Mmhmm," is all I am able to manage as her hand begins moving up and down my length.

She leans up a little, nibbles on my earlobe, and whispers, "Then take me, Jace." She begins to pump her hand a little faster. "Put your big dick in me. I want to feel you inside me."

Losing all control, I grab her wrist, removing her hand from my throbbing shaft and pinning it by her head. Then rear back, positioning myself at her center, and enter with a hard, fast thrust. I had intended to open her slow, but... Well.

Her eyes go wide, "UH," comes out her mouth, and her chin tilts up from the force.

Shit!

"Are you okay?" I still myself against her. I should've given her a chance to get accustomed to my girth. "Did I hurt you?"

"No." She wraps her legs around my hips. "Keep going."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she practically yells. "Keep going. Just like that."

So, I do as I'm told. I pull back slowly and ram into her again. And again. Each time her moan getting louder. A few more times and I stop pulling out slowly, increasing my speed with each thrust.

Then a little more.

And a little more. Her moans spurring me on. Making me go faster, and deeper into her.

Until I realize that our bodies are now pounding the hell out of the others. It'll be surprising if we don't have bruises tomorrow. It will also be shocking if I don't have holes in my back from where her fingernails are digging into it. I think I can already feel the blood running down my sides.

I lean down to kiss her, and her dug in fingernails drag down my back, eliciting a snake-like sound from me. But it only encourages me to go faster. Deeper. To take what I want.

I pull out of her and quickly flip her over; she laughs with a shriek at the sudden movement. But her laughing comes to a halt as I ram into her from behind, taking her doggy style and pounding the hell out of her pussy; my right hand pulling back on her hair, my left holding her hip. With the first stroke, she's already moaning loudly. Within five, she's climaxing. But I don't stop. Oh no. I make her ride me through to the end, taking her even higher before she crashes, then flipping her breathless body back over.

She automatically wraps her legs tightly around my back, and I glide into her hot, wet, silkiness. I continue to be unrelenting. I want her to be mine, and mine alone. I want to ruin even the thought of another man for her. I want her to blush and get hot, just at the sound of my name being mentioned.

The heat is escalating between us, the pressure growing as I pummel her. Her muscles are starting to clench around me again. It feels so good, and I don't want it to end. Not just yet. But I don't know how much more I can take.

I grab her face and kiss her hard, trying to take our minds off our impending orgasms, but it doesn't work. She cums, screaming my name in euphoria, and takes me with her right over the edge. My muscles tightening everywhere, my toes digging into her mattress, pushing myself closer to her, as I explode inside her; calling her name out and seeing flashes of bright, white lights behind my closed eyelids.

I collapse off on the side of her and roll on to my back, panting with what I can only imagine is a stupid looking grin on my face, as I throw my left forearm over my forehead. I hear a breathy laugh and turn my head to find Clary positioned the same as me, down to the way she is looking right at me.

"What's so funny?" I grin even though I'm not sure why she's laughed. She can't say it's because I was terrible in bed, because I proved that already, and I'll be only too glad to prove it again.

"That was fun." She turns her body towards me and slides up beside me. She rests her right hand on my chest, and places her chin on the back of it, looking up at me with messy hair.

I bring my right hand up and wrap it around her waist, still smiling. "I agree."

She yawns and curls into my side, snuggling up to me with her head on my shoulder, and I notice she's shaking. I go to pull the covers out from beneath us when I spot a comforter at the foot of the bed and decide just to grab it instead. Using my left foot, I pull it up as far as I can before leaning up and stretching my left arm down, grabbing it. I drag it up over our naked bodies, then curl into Clary who has now gone still.

I place a kiss on the top of her head, and she stirs slightly, wrapping herself around me. Her right thigh now over my right thigh, her foot and ankle on my calf, her right arm draped over the ribs on my left side, and her head on my chest. Placing my left hand on her right shoulder, she stirs a little more. This time it's like she's trying to pin me down; her head and face are pressing into my chest, her leg is pushing my leg into the bed, and her arm is squeezing me tight.

"Don't worry, Clary," I whisper, rubbing my hand slowly up and down her right bicep. "I'll be here when you wake up."

"Mmm." She sounds so worn out from our little escapade.

I close my eyes, still rubbing her arm from her shoulder to her elbow and back, and start dozing off myself. But before sleep can take me, there's something else I want to do. I place my nose in the hair on top of Clary's head, inhaling the scent of mangoes and peaches deeply. I do it once more when...

"Jace?"

"Hm?"

"Promise that you're not going to hurt me?"

I tighten my hold on her, and the last thing I'm able to get out before sleep drags me away is... "I promise."

Slowly waking with a smile, I reach across the bed for Clary, wanting her body pressed against mine again. Last night was wild and amazing. Completely unexpected, I'll give you that, but amazing just the same. Groggily I hope for a repeat once she discovers the semi I have this morning.

I chuckle inward... That's a perk I never thought about in all these years. Not that it mattered, since I never stayed the night with them. Not that any of that matters either. Clary's the one I want. Now, where is she?

Unable to find her, I roll on to my left side and slowly open my eyes against the sunlight shining in. Blinking a few times, everything gradually starts coming in to focus, only for me to discover she's not in bed. I close my eyes and roll back on to my back, wondering where she is and what she's doing. Did she have to go to the bathroom? Get a drink? Maybe she's eating breakfast.

Opening my eyes again, set on finding her, I feel like a ton of bricks were just dropped on my chest as I realize what is going on.

I'm in my own damn bed, looking at my own damn ceiling. Last night never even fucking happened. Well, maybe it did, I think when I reach down and get a handful of my wet boxer briefs. Problem is that it was only just a dream, and that really sucks!

Groaning from the disappointment, I look over at my clock. It's ten thirty-seven in the morning. That gives me enough time to get a shower in, take care of myself, get my sheets, and underwear, in the wash, and grab a bite to eat before it's time to head off for Saturday practice and then hanging with the guys at the park.

Climbing out of bed, I strip my sheets and underwear off, leaving them piled together on the floor. Making my way to the shower, I thank the angel that I have a bathroom that joins together with my room. I'm not ready to face anybody and explain to them what I'm doing, at least not just yet.

I chuckle at the thought of telling Maryse, 'I'm headed to jack off and take a shower.' I can't even imagine the reaction I'd get. Her jaw would probably drop though.

Besides, I'm sure when I go downstairs, I'll be questioned about what I'm doing in the washroom. Especially since Maryse has already told me that she'll take care of my laundry until I get in the swing of things around here. But, I'll be able to play that one off easily. I'll take my laundry basket with me, get my bedding in, and just tell her that I'm used to doing my own. It won't be a lie, I just won't tell her the whole truth, that I'm just trying to hide the fact that I had a wet dream; a wet dream about Clary. That would go over like a ton of shit.

When I first got here, there were some rules, and suggestions, made that I had to agree to before I could stay. A few of those regarded Clary. I still don't know how, but she somehow knew I had been questioning Alec and Izzy about her. Maybe they told her, or she overheard one of our conversations throughout the year. Regardless, she knew and wanted to "set me straight about a few things."

She told me that I had better not try messing with Clary like she knew I did other girls, or she'd send me backpacking so fast my head would spin. Robert agreed with her and went a step further by threatening to castrate me before sending me back. But knowing what I know now, I don't see where he has any room to talk. Are all the- Never mind, I shake my last thought away before it can even finish forming.

Anyhow, I promised them that I wouldn't - and I'm not going to - do her that way. That I would never do that to somebody, they all cared so much about. - It had been obvious, even before that moment, that this whole family loves her. I love the way they all try to protect her, too.

Then I asked their permission to at least be her friend. Maryse side-eyed me with narrow slits like she was trying to figure out if I had an ulterior motive. Which of course I did, and still do, sorta.

I want to know why I can't seem to get Clary out of my head. Why she's under my skin like she is. But I think, most of all, I want to know why I feel like I do about her. This feeling of being pulled to her, drawn like a bug to a bug zapper or light, and that tingling sensation I get every time we touch. Why I feel a connection to her that I've never felt before. It's all so new and foreign to me.

Groaning, "I just want to understand it." under my breath, I turn the shower on and step inside. Letting the water warm as it runs over my head and down my body.

What did Maryse see that day in the kitchen?! Whatever it was, it seemed to make her lighten up. I mean, she smiled knowingly and simply told me, "Sure."

Robert gave her a 'what the hell' kind of look, and she motioned to me with a slight tilt of her head. He looked back to me, studying my face for what seemed like hours but was really only minutes. It was like he was reading something, and whatever it was, it dawned on him, making his eyes go wide a little.

"No games, though." I nodded, and he continued. "I mean it, Jace. No games."

"No games," I repeated.

"Don't push her either." His voice stern but quiet, and I looked at him like he was crazy. I remember wondering... Why would he think that? I've never pushed a girl to be my friend before, there's been no need. "Take it slow. Build up to that friendship."

I agreed, even if I didn't understand what he was talking about. Now I'm pretty sure I know what he meant. Although... I still don't know what they saw, and I wish they would tell me. Of course, I haven't, and I'm not, going to ask them to. They'll let it slip, I'm sure of it.

Reaching down to wash my groin, the present comes rushing back to me; a vision of Clary smiling at me flashing before my eyes. Wrapping my left hand around Mini-Me, I think of nothing else but her. Where she could be. What she could be doing. Wondering if she's thinking of me too, and maybe even touching herself. By the angel, please let me get to see her today.

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