"Magnus! I got the Thai food," Alexander Lightwood unlocked the door to his boyfriend's apartment and then shut it quietly behind himself. He ran up the steps that led into the living room and stepped around the corner. Every single day the room looked differently; Alec had gotten over getting surprised after the first week. Now it was almost a game to see what Magnus Bane, High Warlock of Brooklyn, and Freewheeling Bisexual (as he liked and often referred to himself as) had created in the large space. Today, everything was white; a low, white modern sofa, white box end tables, some weird looking white chair that was shaped like an egg, and a polar bear rug in front of the flat screen.
"Be out in a minute, Pumpkin!"
Alec grinned and shook his head as he walked into the kitchen, setting the bag of food down on the bright granite island. He shrugged off his jacket and laid it haphazardly over the bar stool that was pushed under the island; it was bright orange and had small figurines of flamingos and palm trees on the materiel (Magnus had said that it 'went with the island theme') It was getting warmer out, and the dark gray sweater that he was wearing was sticking to his skin. Alec tugged at the collar as he grabbed two plates from the top shelf of the cupboard and started pulling the containers of food out of the plastic bag. He pushed up the sleeves and shook some hair out of his eyes, then started spooning noodles onto one of the plates. He could hear Magnus in the bedroom, it sounded like he was throwing books against the wall. Alec grinned again, and looked up quickly and something caught his eye.
Magnus had framed a picture of them from Luke and Jocelyn's wedding last winter. They were standing, Magnus's arms around his waist, and his head on Alec's shoulder. Alec couldn't remember who had taken it; it was a candid shot that was taken from across the dance floor. Neither of them knew it was being taken, they both were watching Luke and Jocelyn have their first dance. It was both Alec and Magnus's favorite picture of themselves. Alec could still remember what Magnus had whispered in his ear right after the picture had been taken. "Maybe someday that will be us."
Alec hadn't known how to respond. So he'd simply leaned his head to the side and kissed Magnus deeply.
Alec didn't hear Magnus come into the kitchen, so it startled him when he felt the familiar, cool lips press against his neck, but he instantly calmed. "Hey," He murmured.
"Hey yourself, did you forget my soy sauce?" Magnus began digging through the plastic bag.
Alec bit into a mouthful of noodles. He swallowed before responding. "There's still some in the fridge from last time."
Magnus pulled the door of the pale blue, antique looking fridge open and rummaged for a few seconds before exclaiming "Ah! There you are, you salty, wonderful, little devil." He doused his noodles in the dark liquid then slurped them up. Alec looked him over. He had on dark green pajama bottoms, a plain white shirt, a lavender house coat, and bed head. No makeup, and barefoot. There were also lines under his eyes. Alec had spent the night before at the Institute; him and Jace had gone out hunting early this morning, and it had been easier to just stay there. He swallowed another bite of noodles.
"Mmh- You okay?" He reached out a hand and brushed the hair away from the nape of Magnus's neck, rubbing slowly.
Magnus just relaxed into the touch for a few moments, before taking another bite of noodles and responding. "I said I'd help Catarina with a complicated healing spell. And I can't find the right book." He rested his hands on the counter, sighing as Alec rubbed circles with his thumb into the sensitive area. "It's just more annoying than anything." He turned his head and smiled sleepily at Alec. "What about you? Good day with Blondie?"
Alec used his left hand to take another bite of noodles, his right still rubbing circles. He nodded "Yeah, killed a nasty Shax demon. Then we just kinda hung out in Central Park till he had to go meet Clary for dinner."
Magnus nodded. "And how is my red haired spitfire?"
Alec grinned. "That's right; I forgot you haven't seen anyone in awhile. She's fine. I think she's been spending afternoons with Simon a lot of the time. She and Iz have been trading off walks down memory lane with him."
Magnus had spent the last few weeks trying to track down a demon for a prestigious client and had just finished business last night. That's what a lot of his lack of sleep was still from. He'd stopped leaving the apartment and lived on the takeout Alec brought him every night.
Magnus snapped his finger and a cup of coffee appeared on the counter top. He rarely drank the stuff; he'd only bought a coffee put because Alec liked it in the morning. But Magnus picked up the mug and took a giant gulp. "He remembering anything more?"
"He's actually doing really great. I saw him last weekend, and he's just having trouble remembering little details about stuff. He's got most of all the big stuff back." Alec dropped his hand from Magnus's neck. "I hope that's decaf." He nodded toward the mug. Magnus raised his eyebrows. "It's almost nine." Alec continued.
"Dear God," Magnus snorted and set the mug down on the counter. "Are we that old married couple that's in bed by nine, now? Only seeing our friends at bridge on Saturday? Reading each other the newspaper in the morning?"
"Well," Alec straightened his back. "That doesn't sound all bad,"
Magnus leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"Also what is bridge?"
"I love that you don't know," He kissed him again before sighing and leaning back, picking the mug up again. "And to answer your first question, it is not decaf. I'm staying up tonight to research the spell some more." He downed the rest of the noodles, and then set the plate in the sink. Then he carried the mug out of the room, walking in the direction of the bedroom once more. He kept his more loved and old spell books in there on a giant, old bookcase that Alec was pretty sure was bought at estate sale in France quite a few years ago. Magnus disappeared behind the door, and Alec was left standing at the island, his plate of noodles half uneaten. He tugged the bar stool out and sat on his jacket, resting his elbows on the counter. He sighed down at his plate, deciding that he really didn't feel like finishing.
He knew it was stupid, but the jealously was starting the seep its way into his bones. He always felt rejected when Magnus was busy. No matter what he did, he couldn't capture the warlock's full attention. Magnus's mind had been elsewhere for the past few weeks, and Alec really missed him. This was actually the longest that they'd spent talking in awhile. Maybe he should just go back to the Institute again tonight; he'd kept his bedroom the same there, there were just less clothes in the closet. He now kept a change of gear at Magnus's apartment, in case he had to leave quickly when he was here. But he was off the clock right now. And he didn't feel like catching a cab. He shoved the plate away from him and stood, figuring he'd get it in the morning. He kicked off his boots and walked back into the living room, grabbing the remote and sitting down on the white couch. Television bored the hell out of him. Alec had never understood the infatuation mundanes had with it. He just spaced out, staring at the screen, and before he realized it, he'd been watching an infomercial about a garden hose for forty five minutes. The remote dropped from his hand onto the couch after he turned the TV off, and he rubbed a hand over his face. There hadn't been any noise from the bedroom for awhile, so maybe Magnus had had a breakthrough. Alec stood slowly, moving his neck from side to side; he'd gotten a kink watching the screen.
He padded into the bedroom, and winced at the bright light that was lit on Magnus's desk. The warlock was bent over a large, leather bound book, and was scribbling into a yellow legal pad. House coat shrugged off on the back of the chair, and hair standing on end like he'd run his fingers threw it. Alec glanced at the paper as he passed, and it looked to him like some ancient hieroglyphics or something. The large, insanely comfortable bed welcomed Alec as he flopped down on it, on his stomach. After listening to Magnus scribble for a few minutes, Alec sat back up and rubbed his hand over his eyes again. He stood and tugged his sweater off over his head, and dropped it on the floor. The full length mirror on the back of the closet door reflected his torso. He had muscle, and strength, but his body didn't show it off like Jace's did. When they were younger, Alec had been jealous about this, but older, he was happy. He could hide under sweaters, hoodies, and jackets. He didn't want to show off. He didn't want to strut around, muscles budging; it just wasn't attractive to him. That was why Magnus's tall, lean, thin frame was so appealing to him. Alec turned and looked at the man hunched at the desk. And before he could stop himself, the question slipped out that he had been thinking about earlier.
"Did you mean what you said at the wedding?"
Magnus's head snapped up at the noise, then he turned slowly to look at Alec, his eyes green and slit. "…What?"
Alec pulled one knee under him and sat on the corner of the bed. "At the wedding. Did you mean what you said?"
Magnus narrowed his cat eyes. "You mean, about hope and trying and everything?"
"No, I mean," Alec shook his head. "I know you meant that. I was talking about…the getting married thing." He picked at a hole in his jeans, eyes on the floor.
Magnus was quiet for a few moments, then he sighed. "Alexander, I will need a lot more caffeine before we have this conversation."
"Forget it." Alec nodded. "How's it going?" He made himself meet the other man's eyes.
Magnus rubbed his forehead, something he always did when he was exhausted. "I think I made a breakthrough. I found some old things listed in here that might help Catarina."
"Well, that's good."
"Indeed. I'll call her in the morning." He turned back to the desk and moved a piece of paper.
Alec stood and stepped across the room. He let his fingers dance across Magnus's shoulder. "Sounds like you could use a reward,"
Magnus groaned, resting his head on the desk. Alec took this as a positive, and began rubbing his hands into the man's shoulders, trying to relieve built up stress and tension. He used his strength to push in all the right places, and a few minutes later, Magnus whispered to him. "I am beginning to regret the no decaf thing,"
Alec chuckled, low in his throat, and leaned down to Magnus's ear. "Come to bed,"
Magnus didn't need any more convincing. He let Alec pull him up, and pull him over to the large bed. Alec slowly tugged the t-shirt up and over Magnus's head. He leaned down and let his lips trail to the one spot that was his favorite. The middle of Magnus's torso, and his missing navel. When Alec touched the skin here with his lips, Magnus
"Oh, Alec," He slowly moved his fingers up, and gripped a hold of Alec's messy, ink black hair and tugged him up. Their mouths collided together and Alec moaned. God, he missed him. Magnus pushed them so they fell onto the bed, and pinned Alec under him, moving his lips down to Alec's neck. Alec could feel all of the stress and pain and frustration of the last few weeks slipping away, and melting between the two of them. He slipped his hands onto Magnus's face and pulled him up to look at him. Blue into feline green.
"I love you." He murmured his lips barely moving.
Magnus closed his eyes, and let a large smile grow on his face. And he spent the rest of the night showing Alec just how much he loved him back. After all, he'd drank three cups of caffeine, and didn't really feel like falling asleep just yet.
*THANK YOU FOR READING!
I really like how it turned out, but my question is…should I continue it? I have some ideas of where it might go, and as you can see, I left it open ended. So, please review and let me know! 3 *