Hair Gel.
Magnus groaned when Alec's fingers ran through his hair, the Shadowhunter's fingertips rubbing against the warlock's head in ways that were positively sinful. Alec laughed, pushing Magnus' bangs out of his eyes so he could get a good look of his lover's face. He grinned from his position, sprawled out on the warlock's lap, leaning forward to kiss his boyfriend sweetly. Magnus smiled against the Shadowhunter's lips, his arms wrapping around Alec's waist, enjoying the brief break in drama with the teen and his friends. When Alec pulled away, he was looking at Magnus' hair curiously. Magnus hummed, shifting slightly so that Alec's chest fell against his, the teen's thighs on either side of the warlock's body.
"What's wrong?" Magnus asked, his gaze drifting down to Alec's mouth. Alec bit his lip, his teeth tugging on the soft flesh for a moment, before his tongue dipped out to run across them. Magnus' thoughts stuttered to a halt for a moment, before he managed to finish his sentence on pure tenacity. "Trying to figure out how exactly you plan on killing Sherlock for making the moves on Isabelle?" Alec laughed, a loud, clear sound that made Magnus all warm and bubbly inside.
"No. I wasn't thinking about any of that." Alec replied, reaching out to pet Magnus' hair. "I was actually wondering why you even bother to use hair gel. I like it better like this, I can play with it." Alec's fingers were rubbing against his head in a way that made Magnus feel as though he was going to seep into the depths of his couch. "When you style your hair it's like trying to pet a spike pit." Alec added, leaning down to brush his cheek against the soft hair, inhaling the sandalwood scent that drifted from the warlock.
"Mmm..it's my only line of defense against hormonal Shadowhunter boys." Magnus replied, his fingers sliding up to Alec's waist, underneath the black shirt he wore. He poked his finger through a hole. "And it's also another outlet for me to showcase my skills in all things fashionable." Alec leaned back, looking dubious.
"It can't be that hard." He replied. "You're just taking a lump of gel and combing it through through your hair." The warlock stared at his boyfriend in disbelief. "Alec...you clearly underestimate the ridiculous amount of effort it takes to make myself even more attractive then I already am." Every morning when he stepped out of the shower, he grabbed the medium-hold gel and cradled it like his firstborn child. He would then pumping out a dollop the size of a cherry into his palm, rubbing the gel over his hands before shaking them lightly in the air for exactly 6 seconds. Then he'd begin the important task of running his fingers through his damp hair, crafting his iconic spiky style with pure skill and tenacity. The entire process took him a little under ten minutes, but it had taken years to get it just right. After all, appearances were the most important part of first impressions. And he liked to dress to impress.
"While I admit that you're pretty attractive on your own, I don't see how turning your hair into a pincushion adds to it." Alec stated dryly. If Alec had been anyone else, Magnus might have set him on fire. As things were, the warlock was content to whine.
"You wound me, Alexander." Magnus managed, the expression on his face one of pain and annoyance. "Styling one's hair is a difficult process that few can manage perfectly. Why I nearly lit a poor excuse of a vampire on fire because he enjoyed slathering hair gel all over his head indiscriminately. He was certainly flammable enough." Alec still looked unconvinced.
"I think you're overreacting." He stated, tugging lightly on one of Magnus' bangs. "It's just hair, and you just stick it up like this..." He lifted the bang until Magnus felt the slightest of tugs on his scalp. The warlock frowned, snapping his fingers, and Alec jumped in shock when a bottle of hair gel appeared in his hand suddenly. He glowered at the grin Magnus sent him. "One day I'll get used to that." He swore, sulking when Magnus laughed.
"One day. I'll take my little victories for now." He sat back, watching Alec through lowered lashes. "If it's so easy, why don't you try it?" He asked, gesturing to the the bottle of gel. Alec didn't reply, instead he frowned, raising his eyes to Magnus' hair hesitantly. Magnus chuckled at the look his boyfriend sent him. "Something wrong, Lightwood?" He asked, his tone teasing. The hesitation melted out of Alec's face, turning into stubborn determination.
"No, nothing's wrong." He answered, looking down at the gel and pumping out a dollop. He glanced back up at Magnus and proceeded to pump out two more spurts of gel, handing Magnus the bottle before rubbing his hands together carefully, the gel running messily over his fingers. Magnus, in his moment of pride, had forgotten that Alec's adorable bedhead hair literally came from waking up in the morning, no gel needed or wanted. Jace, the narcissistic troublemaker that he was, probably didn't use hair gel, and even if he did he obviously hadn't bothered explaining the basics of it to his parabatai. Isabelle, the most experienced of the group concerning makeup, probably settled for several cans of hairspray for all that hair when she needed it. All of this led to the chances of Alec ever handling hair gel before being slim to none, the odds in favor of Magnus regretting his decision immensely within the next few minutes.
"Are you sure?" Magnus asked warily, watching as Alec slipped closer. Magnus could hear his follicles crying out for mercy and he nearly stopped Alec, but the Shadowhunter did it himself.
"Wait." The warlock thanked every god, angel and demon he could think of. "Let me get behind you so I can get the back too."
Shit.
"Right." Hands hovering in the air delicately, far too long in order to get the right consistency, Alec slid off of Magnus' lap onto his feet, walking around the couch, his bare feet touching the floor with hardly a sound at all. Magnus felt like a prisoner at the executioner's block, only he had the option to run, but he was going to be an idiot and not take it. He flinched slightly when Alec's hands slipped into his hair, running sloppily from the warlock's forehead to the back of his neck. Magnus could tell by the firm, flat feeling on top of his head that he resembled Clark Gable's incredibly sexy Asian twin. He was surprised when he heard Alec giggle -giggle- behind him. "Why are you laughing?" He asked, managing to sound fairly neutral.
"You look so funny with your hair like this." Alec pressed against the already hardening locks. "It dries so quickly." He sounded startled, and Magnus felt Alec tugging at a section of hair, his hands working at it carefully, before the Shadowhunter started laughing again.
"What now?" Magnus asked, feeling more than slightly paranoid. He moved to touch his hair, wincing when Alec grabbed his wrists with gel slick hands.
"Nothing." Alec replied quickly, pushing the offending hands back down. "I've got one bit done, let me do the rest. Can I have more gel?"
"I think you have enough there." Magnus answered, moving to lean forward, grunting when Alec pulled him back quickly by the shoulders.
"Wait, no! I want to make it look like a Lamassu!" Alec cried, stepping back when Magnus whirled around to look at him, incredulous.
"You're trying...to make my hair resemble a Mesopotamian deity?" Magnus would have been impressed if it wasn't his own head. He stood up, making a beeline for the bathroom. Alec trailed after him, a few feet away, watching him carefully. Magnus entered the bathroom, looking to the mirror over the sink. His hair made him resemble a unicorn that got in a fight with a brick wall and lost. It was slicked back, except for one patch that stuck out of the side of his hair like a traffic cone. He was pretty sure he could have brandished it like a weapon and taken on one of Alec's seraph blades evenly.
"Magnus?" The warlock turned to see Alec standing in the bathroom doorway, looking a bit nervous. "It was a joke. Honest." He stepped forward, staring up at the warlock. He looked genuinely worried, fidgeting about, his fingers tangled into the hem of his shirt. "You're not mad, are you?" Magnus looked at Alec for a long moment, before he sighed, pulling the Shadowhunter close.
"Of course not." He stated, his tone light. 'You're lucky you're so cute.' he thought, running a hand over Alec's cheek. "Knowing you, I should have expected this kind of result." Alec pulled back slightly, looking insulted.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, pouting. Magnus sent him a look. Alec's cheeks darkened and he looked down. "I'm sure I could do better with practice..."
"I'm sure you could." A few years worth, but Magnus wasn't going to say that out loud. "Don't worry. At the very least you didn't honestly believe that this," he pointed to the spike protruding off his head, "was presentable to the eyes of the general public. Otherwise I would have been appalled. I would lock you away and make you watch every episode What Not To Wear until the message sunk in." Alec looked horrified at the thought. "I know, entertaining, isn't it?" Magnus grinned, patting Alec on the head. Alec frowned, clearly not agreeing, but he decided to move the subject away from his imprisonment and torture.
"So...you're not mad? Seriously?" He asked. Magnus shrugged, glancing at the mirror.
"Well, a bit annoyed I have to hop in the shower to wash all this gel off, but besides that no." Alec stepped closer, wrapping his arms around Magnus' waist.
"I could help you, you know..." Alec stated, his expression a ridiculously adorable mix of shy and seductive. It made Magnus want to push him against the nearest solid object and-"With the shower, I mean, if you wanted me to..." Alec added quickly, looking towards the floor. Magnus leaned forward, his lips brushing against Alec's forehead. The Shadowhunter lifted his head, kissing Magnus back, moaning when a hand drifted up under his shirt, taking the fabric with it. Alec's tongue flicked at the seam of the warlock's lips, and Magnus opened his mouth, letting Alec's tongue slip in. He let Alec take the lead, mainly so he could work on getting the Shadowhunter naked as fast as possible. Magnus pulled Alec's shirt off, tossing it onto the ground before dipping his head down to bite down on the soft skin of his boyfriend's neck. Alec gasped, his hips bucking against Magnus' in response. Magnus laughed, pulling away, grinning at the confused look on Alec's face. "Get undressed and in the shower. We'll never make it there otherwise." He snapped his fingers, and the taps of the shower twisted, causing hot water to pour from the shower head, quickly filling the room. Alec laughed, shaking his head and stepping forward to kiss Magnus' cheek.
A/N: What? Whaaaattt? Adrelaide can write something other than Angst? Liessss.
Lol, it's true that I can write fluff. And smut. You'll be getting some next chapter even.
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