who: tj hammond and various what: belated event and date stuff when: backdated to the event where: convention, his room, etc. warnings: drug use, sex talk, flirting, being a mess in general
How many times had he said that to himself and to Clary? Complicated didn't even describe things as they were. He had thought once upon a time that Clary was the one. he loved her. That hadn't changed. But he had. If learning things about himself meant he had changed.
If falling in love with your parabatai and being completely attracted to your parabatai's husband...possibly even falling for him, too....this was worse than complicated. This was a Greek tragedy in the making. Clary would stab him or poison him for breaking her heart and he'd die watching Alec and Magnus making out, pointing and laughing at him for being the most foolish Shadowhunter to ever live.
And to make things worse...he told Alec he was bisexual. He told Izzy how he felt about Alec and Magnus. And he hasn't seen or spoken to Clary since the last time he had too many drinks after promising he wouldn't.
Everything was...complicated.
And maybe that was the reason he found himself going to the rave. Not as security for the kids. He needed less complicated and more....Jace. No drinking. No drugs. Just....something. He didn't what that was, but hopefully he'd find it or he would be taking another cold shower tonight.
TJ's exhausted. His first thought is that he's getting old, hah. He felt old some days, but that wasn't it. He genuinely wasn't used to partying like this anymore. A few months off and it was like he'd forgotten how to dance. He steps away to catch his breath, to relax, and figure out if this was actually how he wanted to spend his night or not.
He's got a cigarette between his lips when he sees him. Jace, right? They'd spoken once before. Nothing extensive, something about appearance.
The guy was handsome. And alone. So TJ follows him until he can get close enough to tap him on the shoulder. The music is loud, so he's louder, and there are people bumping into them, but he doesn't care.
"Jace? It's TJ."
Then he steps in really close, just in case he can't hear him over the noise. TJ looks the guy over, sizing him up. Trying to determine why he came here tonight. Looking for someone or looking for someone? It was an important distinction to make and TJ didn't want to get it wrong.
The moment TJ moves in close Jace's eyes light up and he smiles, just a little. The thump-thump of music was making everything buzz with energy and it was nice to get lost in in a room full of people. But it's a nice surprise to see a semi-familiar face. He leans in close to TJ's ear so he doesn't have to yell--or maybe he's testing his reaction.
"I would love to."
Dancing is a lot like friendly sparring. If you know how to move in battle, you can dance. He doesn't dance often, but he can. And he did come here to clear his head, relax, and have a little fun.
TJ doesn't flinch or otherwise show any surprise at the way Jace leans in and speaks so close to him. It's nice but not his first rodeo. He kinda likes the attention and he's always enjoyed this style of dance - if it could be called that.
"Come on then."
Tipping his head to an open space a few feet away, TJ drags his hand down Jace's arm and links their fingers. He tugs him gently and then turns, tossing his arm over his shoulder so he can keep them close and still guide him to a better place to dance.
Once there, he turns back around slowly and keeps Jace's arm over his shoulder. He reaches for the other and hangs it over the other side.
There's a tingling sensation left behind where TJ's hand had been and once he's turned away Jace's lips twitch into a smile. TJ is attractive. Sexy. And after their conversation about attraction Jace suspects he knows how to have a bit of fun.
So he doesn't hesitate to curl his arm around and pull TJ in closer. "Only if you show me yours."
TJ shrugs and dips in a little closer, lining their bodies up the best he can. Jace is built, he can feel it beneath his clothes, and his hands want to wander but he keeps himself in check.
"Nah, lets do it together."
He pushes his hips forward and then slowly starts to move side to side, encouraging Jace to reciprocate.
Jace absolutely reciprocates, moving with TJ as easily as he moves in battle. Being this close to another warm body is exactly what he's been needing. Even if they only dance together. He'd like to give in completely to his impulses, but they tend to get him in trouble so he'll behave. As much as he can when he's pressed up against TJ.
Apparently he has a thing for brunettes.
"Did you find out more about the guy you were looking for?"
It's a friendly conversation starter while he slides his fingers against the nape of TJ's neck and teases the short hairs at the back of his head.
TJ pulls Jace's hips in, controlling the slow circle eights they make together. The pace is easy. Enough to tease but not enough to get anyone off. As much as he likes dancing this way, the heavier stuff has to be in private.
"Yeah, I found out more about him."
It's a simple question, a simple topic. Nothing too intense to ruin the mood.
"Some people don't like him much, from back home. Conflicting political views. That doesn't matter to me."
The teasing feels nice. The beat of the music pulsing slightly under his skin. The warmth of being so close to another body. It all feels like something he's been missing. TJ doesn't seem to mind the touching so Jace lets himself get lost in in the atmosphere, the rhythm of motion and teasing.
That is why they all come to a place like this right? To lose a bit of themselves. Shut down their brains and simply feel.
"What does matter to you?" Simple, curious question.
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How many times had he said that to himself and to Clary? Complicated didn't even describe things as they were. He had thought once upon a time that Clary was the one. he loved her. That hadn't changed. But he had. If learning things about himself meant he had changed.
If falling in love with your parabatai and being completely attracted to your parabatai's husband...possibly even falling for him, too....this was worse than complicated. This was a Greek tragedy in the making. Clary would stab him or poison him for breaking her heart and he'd die watching Alec and Magnus making out, pointing and laughing at him for being the most foolish Shadowhunter to ever live.
And to make things worse...he told Alec he was bisexual. He told Izzy how he felt about Alec and Magnus. And he hasn't seen or spoken to Clary since the last time he had too many drinks after promising he wouldn't.
Everything was...complicated.
And maybe that was the reason he found himself going to the rave. Not as security for the kids. He needed less complicated and more....Jace. No drinking. No drugs. Just....something. He didn't what that was, but hopefully he'd find it or he would be taking another cold shower tonight.
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He's got a cigarette between his lips when he sees him. Jace, right? They'd spoken once before. Nothing extensive, something about appearance.
The guy was handsome. And alone. So TJ follows him until he can get close enough to tap him on the shoulder. The music is loud, so he's louder, and there are people bumping into them, but he doesn't care.
"Jace? It's TJ."
Then he steps in really close, just in case he can't hear him over the noise. TJ looks the guy over, sizing him up. Trying to determine why he came here tonight. Looking for someone or looking for someone? It was an important distinction to make and TJ didn't want to get it wrong.
"Wanna dance?"
With him, obviously.
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"I would love to."
Dancing is a lot like friendly sparring. If you know how to move in battle, you can dance. He doesn't dance often, but he can. And he did come here to clear his head, relax, and have a little fun.
Perhaps what he was looking for had found him?
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"Come on then."
Tipping his head to an open space a few feet away, TJ drags his hand down Jace's arm and links their fingers. He tugs him gently and then turns, tossing his arm over his shoulder so he can keep them close and still guide him to a better place to dance.
Once there, he turns back around slowly and keeps Jace's arm over his shoulder. He reaches for the other and hangs it over the other side.
"Alright, gorgeous. Show me your moves."
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So he doesn't hesitate to curl his arm around and pull TJ in closer. "Only if you show me yours."
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"Nah, lets do it together."
He pushes his hips forward and then slowly starts to move side to side, encouraging Jace to reciprocate.
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Apparently he has a thing for brunettes.
"Did you find out more about the guy you were looking for?"
It's a friendly conversation starter while he slides his fingers against the nape of TJ's neck and teases the short hairs at the back of his head.
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"Yeah, I found out more about him."
It's a simple question, a simple topic. Nothing too intense to ruin the mood.
"Some people don't like him much, from back home. Conflicting political views. That doesn't matter to me."
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That is why they all come to a place like this right? To lose a bit of themselves. Shut down their brains and simply feel.
"What does matter to you?" Simple, curious question.