Chapter Text
All he wanted to do, was not be Alexander Lightwood.
Just for an hour, maybe two.
Alec wasn’t much of a drinker but he couldn’t think of anything else that would achieve this tall order. As Junior Vice President of his family’s law firm, he didn’t have time for fun.
And speaking of fun, his mind of course turned to his arranged marriage.
An arranged marriage!
Jesus! Had he really accepted this idea as the only feasible solution?
For the time being though, he had chosen a nice aged scotch and secreted himself at the very end of the bar. Happy now that he was well on the way to being deafened silly by the club’s pounding sound system, Alec frowned when someone took the chair next to him.
In the dancing light beams, the man looked so much like his Jace, but Jace as he had never seen before. Needy, pouting and beckoning him out of his corner with his expressive hands.
It was a moment of supreme weakness and desperation to follow this golden hair God to the dance floor, but he did.
The fact that he couldn’t dance didn’t even matter.
They were more grinding into each other while groping, just in time to the music.
But anything to forget.
To forget that such blood pounding passion would never be his.
The stranger stood on his toes to shout something to him, but he couldn’t hear it over the music.
‘WHAT?!!’
In reply, the other man started to nudge him back causing Alec’s last remaining brain cell to fry out with a short, sharp sizzle. They were among the decadently decorated alcoves, with the blinding white couches and other persons “draped” over each other, in all manner of positions.
Alec stammered unintelligibly as his dance partner pushed him down on a free couch and immediately straddled his hips.
The man shushed him with a soft smile, cupping his face delicately between his palms. As he hovered above him, he gently stroked the high ridge of Alec’s cheek, inviting him to close the gap and take what he needed, to take what he wanted.
It was quieter here, but damned if Alec could hear anything as the blood pounded in his ears, mouth falling open as his new acquaintance resumed dancing on his pelvis, seemingly not put off by his apparent paralysis. Indeed, he appeared to be enjoying the hard length beneath him very much.
When the blonde unexpectedly bent his head and latched on to his neck to suck, Alec moaned in ecstasy. The pain felt so good, and he reached out to hold the man hard around his waist, urging him not to stop.
‘You like that?’ the other crooned with a smug laugh of triumph, as he kissed and nibbled a path down whatever part of Alec’s chest was exposed. Reality came back with a vengeance to Alec, when this perfect stranger roughly pushed open his legs to mouth at his cloth covered cock.
Alec cried out in shock, accidentally pushing the man off his lap, where he fell in an inelegant heap on the floor.
‘Dude!’ the blonde shouted, ‘what the holy fuck is your problem?! Do you know how much these pants cost?!!’
VP Alec Lightwood blushed a deep red as he scrambled to aid the other man.
‘I’m sorry,’ he babbled, a rush of guilt and fear bubbling up inside, at the thought of facing his brother across the breakfast table the next morning. ‘I can’t, I can’t do this, it’s wrong. How I feel is wrong.’
He could feel the panic clawing at him now as he began to shake all over.
Isabelle was right.
All this “fricking repression” had come back to haunt him.
‘Wait, I’m sorry,’ the golden god begged with his bluer than blue eyes, pulling him back down to sit with him, ‘Don’t go. No damage done. Let’s have something to drink or we can dance some more…’
But Alec shook his head. It was clear he and his dance partner wanted different things.
Another club goer suddenly appeared at their elbow from nowhere, carrying beers. He nodded his head at the blonde in recognition.
‘Wow! What have you got going on here?’ he asked, staring in a way that made Alec’s skin crawl.
‘Nothing but a fucking cock tease,’ his friend spat out in frustration, pushing his blonde hair back and off his face with one hand.
Alec raised an eyebrow at this crude response.
‘Don’t say that,’ the creepy one insisted with a wink, sharing out the beers, ‘he just needs to relax.’
Alec almost choked when the sip he was taking suddenly turned into a gulp, as his arm was deliberately tipped forward.
He glared at the two men as they threw their arms around each other, roaring with stupid laughter. The young lawyer was suddenly reminded of the many, many reasons why he hated clubbing.
Eventually they stopped laughing and then of all things, began kissing as though their lives depended on sucking each other’s tonsils out.
Really? now?
After a while, when no one surfaced for air, Alec grabbed a twenty out of his wallet to pay for another round of drinks. He had been ready to apologize again to the blonde for wasting his time, but hopefully more drinks would suffice.
He put the money under his half full beer bottle on the table, relieved the situation had resolved itself, albeit in an odd manner.
‘Sit down!’ the two men protested in unison, pressing down on his shoulders.
But the strange thing was there was no need.
Alec had immediately lost his balance, the minute he had tried to stand.
‘What?’ he mumbled stupidly, ‘my legs…something’s wrong.’
Not Jace pulled hard on his hair, causing his head to tilt back, ‘If you bite me, I will break your fucking jaw!’
And as the man loomed closer, Alec turned his head with every last bit of his remaining strength. He wouldn’t give up his first kiss.
He couldn’t.
Not like this.
‘Get off me!’ he cried out as both men now climbed on top of him, pawing at his belt and zipper.
‘Oh turn him over, will ya?’ a disembodied voice floated in his mind, ‘I want first dibs on that fine ass.’
Light, sound and smell became pinched as though coming out of a tiny tube, and then there was only blackness.