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.

in any other situation, jeremy’s pretty sure he could’ve liked walt. but, on principal, he just can make himself like the older male. of course, they’ve formed a sort of weird bond at this point, becoming a joint force of their…boyfriend.

jeremy really isn’t sure how they ended up in this situation really. with jackson seeing him and walt at the same time, but really, he can’t say he’s all that surprised. jackson is jackson.

he feels a stab of satisfaction when jackson stutter steps after seeing him and walt both in the living room, “hey jacks.”

jackson stops part way into the room and crosses his arms over his chest, “what’s going on?”

walt has this impassive look on his face that jeremy’s starting to associate with marines and if he’s honest, it scares him more than vampires and werewolves combined, “i think you know what’s going on.”

jackson nods once, “so what, do i have to chose or something?”

jeremy lifts an eyebrow, “well, you can’t honestly expect us to act like there’s nothing wrong with you trying to date both of us.”

jackson nods again and jeremy wants to shake him, wants to break his facade, get some emotion out of him, “i see.”

“you don’t,” walt sits forwards and licks his lips, his own facade breaking a little, “you don’t have to pick right now.”

standing up, jeremy runs a hand through his hair, “you know where to find me.”

“so what? that’s it? i just have to pick one of you and what? act like i didn’t have anything with the other?”

walt shakes his head, standing as well, “you got yourself into this by trying to date us both. now you have get yourself out of it.”

they leave jackson standing in the living room.