jace is trying his hardest, his absolutely hardest, to keep from pressing alec into the couch and just having his way because, damn, if the older male isn’t about to drive him to drinking. which is ironic because alec is driving him to drinking because he’s been drinking.

alec has got to be the most affectionate drunk jace has ever met in his life. if by affectionate, one means, horny and very touchy-feely. which is why jace has one of his hands tangled with each of alec’s, but he’s out of hands and alec is very intently grinding down into his lap.

“clearly i have the patience of a monk.”

alec pulls back from where he’s been working on leaving a mark on jace’s neck, eyebrow lifted, “what?”

jace shakes his head, squeezing alec’s hands lightly in his, wishing he had one free at least, “nothing, parabatai,” he murmurs softly, groans as alec rolls his hips down.

“oh, to hell with it,” jace leans up, capturing alec’s lips in a kiss and releasing his hands, both of them working to get the other undressed as fast as possible.