A/N: Hey, this is my first fanfiction ever, though I am writing stories for couple years now. This one is an adaptation of one of my stories to TMI. Rated M 'cause there will be some adult content in next chapters but I think we are safe for now; the plot may sound disturbing to some, though. Anyway, I will write short chapters but I promise I will update fast, like twice a week or something. Also English is not my first or second language, sorry for any errors. Now, go on and enjoy!
Disclaimer; I don't own TMI… If I did, it would be Fifty Shades of Gay or something and I would write pure Malec smut for six books…
Magnus Bane was looking at his empty laptop screen. Nothing. Not even a word. He tapped on space bar again and again, in anticipation, but nothing worth writing came to his mind; just some cliches that have been used a million times before him. He buried his head into his hands and slowly cursed under his breath. It was time to admit; The Magnificent Magnus Bane, the author of many best selling books, mentioned as the greatest talent of his generation by many authorities, was out of inspiration. Almost one and a half year has passed since his last –and fairly short- book, and his fans was starting to get eager.
He finally got up from his usual writing spot and started to walk around his living room. It was like the walls were coming directly towards him, the room was getting smaller and he was getting out of breath.
He needed to get out of the room. He needed to go outside and find a story; a real one, not some stupid fake love story that teenage girls loved to read. A story that people can relate to, a story that would be able to reach people. And he wouldn't find it by sitting in his stupid boring house.
Magnus has always loved observing things. The way that people acted when they were alone, the colors that appeared when sun goes down, fighting couples, smell of flowers in spring, empty bars and dirty back alleys of New York…
It was almost past midnight. The cold november wind was reaching under his thin coat and making him shiver. He ignored the looks of drunken people, lingering on his slender body, bright blue coat and glittered and spiked up hair. He was looking odd, he knew it; but well, who cares?
He slowed down his walking pace and started to look around more carefully for an interesting person that cathes his eye. That bald man drinking a bottle of beer? No. Two young girls, dressed up probably for a party and their male friend; definetly drunk and swaying in the wind while the girls were singing a song? No. The woman that looked like nothing, with her plain grey sweater and nerdy glasses? Definetly no.
He sighed , and kicked an empty soda can. He was hoping to see something, something that he would look at and immediatel y say; "This is it. I should write it, I will write it." But everybody on the streets were ordinary. Plain, simple, nothing special.
He was giving up hope and starting to think going back to his warm home. He looked around one last time to see again nothin- or he thought so.
There, on the sidewalk, was standing the most beautiful man that he has ever seen in his entire life. Mildly long, raven curls that fell to his face and framed his pale, porcelain skin, lips that pink and fuller as most men, an elegant jawline and the best of all; big, baby blue eyes that looked so innocent.
But that was not the only thing that made the boy interesting; no, not at all. The second think that caught Magnus' attention after his looks was… The fact that he was talking to a man, that was definetly gay, Magnus could say; no, not only talking, but bargaining over something; Money. Magnus could barely hear some parts of their speech. "…50 for a night…" The blue eyed boy shook his head at something that other man said. "…not enough…" The other man took a step back and shrugged his shoulders. "…last price that I can give…"
And with the last sentence, the other man walked away and got into his black car. The blue eyed boy was standing alone again, hands in his pockets, a bored look on his face, lips partly open. A male prostitute. A very handsome one. Magnus thought that he could find something out of this boy, an deven he doesn't… Who says no to a little fun for a lonely night?
He slowly walked to the boy; the boy didn't notice Magnus until they were standing almost face to face. The boy turned his head and their eyes connected fort he first time; and Magnus was… Paralyzed, to say. He was looking even more beautiful from this close. "What do you want?"
Damn, even his voice was attractive; low, husky, and masculine. Magnus cleared his throat, unable to speak, running out of words, and he just stuttered. "I… Y-you…" The boy rolled his eyes and started tapping his index finger to his leg covered by worn out, holey dark blue jeans. "It's fifty for two hours, hundered for the night. First a take the money, then I do my job. What do you say?"
A/N: So… How was it? Should I continue? What can I do to make it better? Rewiev, pretty please?
Also, I know nothing about… Prostitute prices, so I made it up. Sorry if it failed…
Thank you for reading!
