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This entry is in the series Shadowhunter AUs<\/a><\/div><\/div><\/div>

Author's Note<\/strong>: This one\u2019s the fault of the Sergei Polunin documentary \u201cDancer\u201d, because I took one look at him<\/a> and thought Jace<\/em>. And then I watched some Matthew Bourne, master<\/a> of<\/a> the<\/a> homoerotic<\/a> ballet<\/a>. \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m done!\u201d Jace exclaimed dramatically, plopping himself down next to Alec, who looked away from the stage, where Simon and Clary were practicing under Magnus\u2019 firm tutelage, to shoot his best friend a discerning glance. He didn\u2019t need an explanation, being probably the greatest living expert in the many moods of Jace Wayland, \u201cbad boy of dance\u201d, as the press liked to call him. Jace was great at putting up a front, the result of having spent most of his life in the spotlight, first as a child prodigy under Valentine Morgenstern\u2019s borderline-abusive hand, then, at the tender age of 10, joining the Lightwood Academy of Dance in New York, away from everything and everyone he knew. <\/p>\n

That\u2019s where he and Alec had met and bonded, much to everyone\u2019s surprise - most of all Jace\u2019s, who\u2019d never had a real friend before, isolated by his foster father as well as other children\u2019s envy. So now Alec knew better than to accept Jace\u2019s facetious tone at face value, instead nudging his best friend\u2019s tattooed shoulder, even as he replied in a carefully neutral tone, \u201cI always thought you wanted to go out with a bang.\u201d<\/p>\n

He could feel the weight of Jace\u2019s full attention on him, and as always it made something deep inside of him clench, both basking in and dreading being the focus of that laser-sharp presence. When he looked over, he saw that Jace was regarding him with a fond smile, and much to his chagrin Alec felt himself blush. \u201cWhat?!\u201d he asked gruffly, hating to be put on the defensive so easily.<\/p>\n

However, Jace only smiled more widely, which made Alec immediately highly suspicious, even before he found himself being pulled into a one-armed hug. Only long years of practice stopped him from losing his balance, but he had to suppress a full-body shiver when Jace\u2019s breath gusted over his skin as he laughed, \u201cYou, my friend, are absolutely right. And that\u2019s why you\u2019ll help me pull off the most sensational farewell performance Youtube has ever seen!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYoutube?\u201d Alec asked weakly, pretty sure he didn\u2019t want to hear the rest of this but already half-resigned to the fact that he had a long history of going along with Jace\u2019s plans. Admittedly, they were usually pretty good, even if they\u2019d ended up in the tabloids on a few occasions. Alec had no illusions - without Jace constantly pushing the envelope of what it meant to be a ballet dancer, his own career wouldn\u2019t have been half as interesting, just like his personal life. <\/p>\n

Although maybe Alec wouldn\u2019t be perpetually single if it wasn\u2019t for his gigantic crush on his oblivious, painfully straight best friend. He\u2019d tried getting over Jace for years, but when even the charming Magnus Bane, choreographer extraordinaire and wonderful human being, couldn\u2019t make him stop yearning for something more, he\u2019d pretty much given up. Lucky for him that Magnus had accepted their break-up with a wistful smile and a wry \u201cOh, Alexander, it\u2019s not as if I hadn\u2019t known what\u2019s up with you and Jace for years. I really should have known better\u2026 \u201d<\/p>\n

Overall, Alec liked his life - he had his dancing, his family, his friends. Even his relationship with Jace was pretty much great, and he had no doubt in his mind that they\u2019d still be friends long after Jace hung up his dancing shoes. Which was something Jace had been talking about for a long time, and Alec didn\u2019t blame him in the least, not after everything he\u2019d gone through. Even if it meant that Alec was going to be roped into one last mad scheme.<\/p>\n

So he leaned into Jace\u2019s hug and let him explain excitedly, \u201cYou know that song, \u2018Take Me to Church\u2019? I want to do a dance to it and put it online. Izzy has already agreed to film it, and Magnus will help with the choreography.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAlright, sounds good. But how am I involved?\u201d Alec recognized the glint in Jace\u2019s mismatched eyes and braced himself.<\/p>\n

However, nothing could have prepared him for Jace\u2019s proposal: \u201cYou are absolutely essential. Because you\u2019ll be dancing with me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2026 What?!\u201d Alec stared, flabbergasted, and tried to wrap his mind around the words that had just left Jace\u2019s mouth with such sincerity. It was obvious he wasn\u2019t joking, yet Alec couldn\u2019t quite understand the reasoning. It was Jace\u2019s last dance, the spotlight should be squarely on him. Maybe shared with a female dancer, but with Alec?<\/p>\n

He only realized he\u2019d drawn away when Jace grabbed him by the shoulders. He was smirking, but behind it Alec could see he was utterly serious and\u2026 kind of nervous. Still, to the untrained ear he sounded almost bored as he explained, \u201cThe song\u2019s about being gay, Alec. And I couldn\u2019t see myself doing it with anybody else.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh\u2026 okay. Sure, I\u2019ll do it.\u201d Alec managed to nod as if he understood, because in the end he\u2019d always say yes to Jace. However, considering all the roles Jace had danced in his career, he hadn\u2019t expected him to have a problem portraying any character, straight or gay, but maybe that was one boundary Jace only felt comfortable crossing with someone he trusted. He chuckled, hoping it didn\u2019t seem as feeble as it felt. \u201cAnything for you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI knew I could count on you!\u201d Jace began to smile, wide and warm, and Alec found himself being pulled back into a tight embrace. Almost against his will, he felt himself relax, burying his face in the crook of Jace\u2019s neck, against one of the tattoos that never failed to drive their long-suffering makeup artists up the wall. This was good, he told himself. He\u2019d get to dance with Jace one last time, even if it was bound to result in days of torturous touching him in ways he\u2019d always dreamed of.<\/p>\n

He was right, of course, because neither Jace nor Magnus ever did anything by half-measure, and on more than one occasion during rehearsals it took all of Alec\u2019s hard-won self-control to remain professional as they contorted their bodies against each other in a complicated, sensual mimicry of love-making. He got to know Jace\u2019s body more intimately than he\u2019d ever have imagined, got to revel in the way it fit so perfectly against his own, all hard muscle and sweat-glistening skin. <\/p>\n

Both of them danced shirtless and without concealing Jace\u2019s tattoos or Alec\u2019s scar, exactly the way they would during filming, and it felt like the most raw and honest performance of Alec\u2019s life. It was both frustrating and exhilarating, and sometimes he caught himself staring at Jace, suddenly hurting with the knowledge that this wouldn\u2019t last, that in a few days they\u2019d be filming and then it would be over. He had no doubt that this would be the dance he\u2019d be remembered for, that they<\/em>\u2019d be remembered for, and he couldn\u2019t help but be glad to think that his name would forever be linked to Jace\u2019s in this way.<\/p>\n

Then came the day of filming, which they did in an abandoned Gothic church, because Magnus was a lot of things, but subtle wasn\u2019t one of them. They started early in the morning and danced until dusk found them completely exhausted, both physically and mentally drained. Izzy was a wizard with the camera, but Alec somehow knew that even without that, they\u2019d accomplished something great that day. Slumping to the ground, he let out a long groan and stretched his abused body, only to startle when Jace unceremoniously draped himself over his back.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat was fucking amazing!\u201d he exclaimed, hands coming to rest against Alec\u2019s neck and rubbing affectionately, causing him to break out in goosebumps as he leaned back into Jace\u2019s chest with a sigh. They\u2019d always been physical with each other, Alec would just have to relearn what touching Jace did, and didn\u2019t, mean.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, it was,\u201d he finally managed, hoping Jace couldn\u2019t hear the heaviness in his voice. \u201cNo one will forget Jace Wayland, that\u2019s for sure.\u201d Trying a more light-hearted approach, he teased, \u201cStraight actors get Oscars for playing gay all the time, you know.\u201d<\/p>\n

He couldn\u2019t see Jace, but he felt him stiffen and craned his neck in confusion, unsure what he\u2019d said wrong. Jace\u2019s eyes were wide, hurt, but before Alec could ask, he seemed to shake himself, a rueful quirk to his mouth and fondness coloring his voice as he mumbled, more to himself than to Alec, \u201cI should have known it wouldn\u2019t be that easy.\u201d He continued more loudly, \u201cHonestly, Alec, sometimes your obtuseness is infuriating!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m\u2026 sorry?\u201d Alec half-asked, afraid to consider where Jace was going, even as something very much like hope began to unfurl in his stomach.<\/p>\n

Jace was still pressed against him, and now he took Alec\u2019s face in both his hands, completely serious despite the smile still dancing in his eyes, which were boring into Alec\u2019s shocked ones, and stated, \u201cI\u2019d been kind of hoping our dance would do the talking for me, but apparently I have to spell it out for you: I\u2019m not straight. Because I\u2019m pretty sure I\u2019m in love with you, you stupid, beautiful<\/em> human being.\u201d<\/p>\n

With that, he closed the few inches still separating them and swallowed Alec\u2019s surprise with a kiss so slow and sweet, it made Alec melt against him with helpless abandon. For a long moment, nothing existed except the feeling of Jace\u2019s lips against his, and when they separated Alec could do nothing but blink stupidly before managing to say weakly, \u201cOh. I\u2026 I love you, too.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo shit.\u201d Jace laughed, rolling his eyes with a fondness Alec only now realized had always been reserved just for him. Then he was kissed again, this time more deeply, with a spark he recognized all too well from their dance, and when they broke apart, he was gratified to see that Jace looked rather flushed as well. He also appeared unable to stop grinning. \u201cI am glad, though. I would have hated to come out for the entire world to see only to end up alone, pining after you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLike me, you mean?\u201d Alec shot back, softening the blow with a kiss that almost put an end to their conversation as their exhausted bodies began showing an interest in the proceedings.<\/p>\n

Jace was the one who pulled away, getting to his feet, but only to offer Alec a hand and pull him into another tight embrace, whispering into his ear, \u201cI\u2019m sorry, Alec. I never wanted to hurt you, I honestly didn\u2019t realize until I decided to stop dancing. It\u2026 kind of made me reevaluate a lot of things.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s alright, it\u2019s not your fault.\u201d Meaning it with all his heart, Alec allowed himself to cling to Jace, letting go of all his old restraint and inhibitions. They stood like that for a small eternity, until a pointedly cleared throat reminded them that they were still on location, wearing their leggings and sweaty after a hard day\u2019s work. <\/p>\n

Looking up, Alec met Izzy\u2019s amused eyes as she said warmly, \u201cAs happy as I am for you guys, we have to clear out.\u201d She turned to leave, but added over her shoulder, \u201cBy the way, even if this was mostly an elaborate ploy to get my brother into bed, Jace, both of you were brilliant today! Almost a pity that it was the last time\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks, Iz!\u201d Jace laughed, flipping her off good-naturedly, but there was something contemplative in his gaze as he stared after her.<\/p>\n

Nuzzling him gently, Alec cupped his cheeks in his hands and said quietly, \u201cYou don\u2019t have <\/em>to quit, you know.\u201d<\/p>\n

Blue-and-gold eyes stared up at him, and Jace shook his head in disbelief. \u201cHow did you\u2026 Wait, don\u2019t bother. Of course you know, you\u2019re Alec<\/em>.\u201d As if that was explanation enough, he threw both arms around Alec\u2019s neck and pulled him into a sloppy, enthusiastic kiss. Laughing, Alec responded in kind, feeling giddy with happiness.<\/p>\n

Needless to say, the video went viral. And in the years that followed, Jace Wayland danced many more ground-breaking dances, many of them with Alec.<\/p>\n

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