I think this is the shortest one-shot I've done! Didn't seem that short when it was on my phone! Enjoy!

What to do? The High Warlock of Brooklyn wandered around his apartment, wrapped in a hand stitched, Gucci gown. Nothing less than fabulous. Under it, he wore a long-sleeve shirt with "bitch, I'm fabulous" emblazoned across the chest in pink sequins. He also wore a set of what was plain black jeans, now highlighted with glitter. Magnus was freezing. It was around this time that he curses his laziness at sorting stuff, so instead nursed a probably stolen cup of tea. He sighed deeply, curled up with nothing to do. Winter in Brooklyn is rough. Still, Magnus enjoys the little things like stolen tea, winter sun and boys wrapped in woolly jumpers. Well, only one boy wrapped up because Magnus knew, fully well, that he could get that boy to shed a few layers. Alec was out, killing demons in an unnecessarily sexy way. Magnus gave a shiver at the cold, took a sip from his cup then flicked on the TV. Nothing interesting, as usual. As much as he liked watching mundanes, Keeping Up With The Kardashians got boring after a while. Magnus looked around again and eyed Alec's hoodie, lying over the back of the sofa. The hoodie was blue with no design. Alec loved that hoodie, constantly wearing it whenever they went out around the winter months. Alec did look adorable in it. Going against his normal, fabulous instincts, Magnus picked up the hoodie, holding it like it was gold. It smelt of soap and sandalwood and Alec. Magnus undid the knot in his gown and slipped it off. Magnus shrugged on the hoodie and did up the zip. He sat in the warmth. This was a weird feeling. The inside of the hoodie was fluffy against Magnus's bare skin around his throat, tickling him slightly. Magnus felt the need to hug himself, so he did, imaging Alec hugging him in this very hoodie. He lay back, eyes closed, thinking of an 18 year old boy with a stamina rune.

Magnus was woken by the sound of the door opening. He opened his blurry eyes to see Alec standing in the doorway, clad in a black leather jacket and jeans, weapons hung from a belt which sat low on his slender hips. He shifted awkwardly. Magnus gave a hint of a smile, only just remembering, he was still in Alec's hoodie.

"Magnus? Is that my hoodie?" Alec raised an eyebrow.

"Erm... yeah." Magnus blushed slightly. "I was cold and well... hoodie" Alec smiled, a wide, radiant smile. Magnus loved that smile.

"You, er..., look good in it" Alec blushed, leaning on one leg and scratching the back of his head. "May I join you?" He smiled again. Magnus gave a slight jerk of his head. Alec closed the door, removed his boots and jacket, revealing a long-sleeved, grey shirt underneath. He curled up in on the sofa, head resting on Mangus' chest, nuzzling slightly. Magnus felt his heart swell with longing and draped his long arm around Alec's shoulders.
"Oh my god, is this what it feels like when you hug me when I'm wearing this?" Alec asked, looking up.

"Pretty much. Although you are more muscled than I am" Magnus smirked and kissed Alec lightly on the lips.