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Alec heaved a sigh of relief when he closed the bathroom door behind himself. It had been truly a crappy and the encounter from the day before still haunted him. The feeling of failure still lingered somewhere between his stomach and his lungs and it was uncomfortable, but at the same time there was something new and extremely intriguing sitting higher up right beneath his collar bones.
And when those two waves of feelings collided he just felt sick and aggravated.
There was also remnants of insecurity and the shock of being exposed, but he'd drowned that with alcohol the evening before, high-quality alcohol. Half a bottle of red wine was marvelous company and a great listener.
Alec stripped out of his clothes, carelessly throwing them onto the floor and stepped into the shower. His roommate was gone for the long weekend, which meant all the water for Alec alone and he fully intended to use that. Maybe a hot shower and a slow hand-job would calm him down enough to get a proper night of sleep. He'd been running for two hours before and it hadn't helped a bit with that irritation crawling across his skin. The only thing that came out of it was a lot f sweat and probably aching muscles the next morning. And wasn't masturbation supposed to be good for your health or something? Alec faintly remembered reading something like that. Or maybe it was more complex than that, but for now he didn't care.
When the water was warm enough he stepped fully under the spray and relished the first few burning seconds of the warm water hitting his sweat-cooled skin. He put his hands against the tiles in front of him and let his head hang between his arms, watching the water swirling down the drain.
He knew he had the wrong friends. He knew he should be doing something better with his time than to play the distraction for the others to play pranks on students and teachers alike. He should, should, should … but the truth was, he was bored with the rest of his life. He was good in school, did especially well in math and would like to talk about stuff that most of the students thought either below them or had never heard about. He was bored of lame gay-jokes, but he had also promised his parents that he wouldn't get into any more fights on campus. He had some exes, but found by now that masturbation brought a more satisfying result than having sex.
Alec narrowed his eyebrows and glared at the tiles on the floor of the shower. God, he thought, pull yourself together! He clenched his fists against the shower wall and pulled himself back up again.
So, what if his life was shit at the moment? Who cared? Highschool wouldn't last forever and so far, Alec wasn't at risk at failing any classes, he could totally get into a good college. His life wasn't that bad. He'd gotten over a phase of self-hatred, he liked what he saw in the mirror and was okay with the freckles that came out on his face and shoulders in the summer. He probably needed a haircut or not. No, I don't, Alec decided stubbornly as he reached for the shampoo bottle. He was okay with his hair being a bit longer, though would need something to hold it back during his workouts.
The shampoo smelled like a cross between vanilla and some flower Alec couldn't properly pronounce, but he liked it.
When Alec closed his eyes to rinse his hair out, the memories of the meeting the day before came rushing back. It had been in the showers of the changing rooms with Magnus being in the showers and Alec was supposed to keep him there for his friends to get the keys they needed for their next big plan. He'd had a plan, he always did. Distraction had become a science to him, after watching people for so long. But that had died on his tongue, the smile he used for these occasions had been frozen on his lips at the moment of their first eye contact.
Magnus was an attractive guy, Alec had known that before, and he wasn't the first attractive one Alec had to 'work with' and it wasn't about them being naked in the shower. It was the calm confidence that Magnus exuded that Alec had found intriguing about him before. The lazy attention in his eyes that Alec had never been at the receiving end of. It was enough to make him self-conscious all over again, to a degree, but then Magnus recognition had shown in Magnus' eyes and a slow smile unfurled on his lips. Almost as if he were amused about a joke that Alec hadn't heard yet.
Like drawn in by a string Alec's steps had taken him towards Magnus who'd put his hands down after finishing rinsing his own hair.
"Hey," Alec's voice had sounded foreign to his own ears, his eyes trained on that unfaltering smile, those eyes. He wanted to know what the other's amusement was about, wanted to hear that joke.
"Hey there." Magnus tilted his head, his eyes running over Alec's body, but with now real interest, just like someone looking at a painting, but with only silent praise for the painter. "So? What are we two going to do?" He raised one hand, placing his fingertips on Alec's cheek, brushing his thumb across his cheekbone, traveling down, caressing the line of his jaw until they were settled beneath Alec's chin, the thumb lightly tracing the curve of his bottom lip. His heartbeat had been shivering in his chest, his thoughts had been distant voices.
"And what do you think, how long will it take for your friends outside to figure out that the keys they are looking for aren't here?"
Alec had been wretched from his trance and suddenly his pulse was burning in his veins for a completely different reason. Magnus had patted his cheek and he'd been gone, leaving Alec lost and breathing heavily in the shower. It had taken him quite a few minutes to get back out himself again.
His friends had been pissed, but Alec didn't care. He was annoyed at the accusing looks he got since then, but it wasn't like he could have changed the fact that the keys weren't there. At least the others didn't have to deal with the difficulty of getting that damn voice out of their heads or forgetting the feeling of those fingers on their skin.
Alec leaned his back against the wall of his own, much smaller shower. His breath had become heavier and only partly because of the steam that had filled the room by now. Among all the other things, he couldn't help, but wonder what could have happened with Magnus if he hadn't known about the pranks going on or Alec's involvement or if he'd just decided to humor Alec, to play along just for the fun of it. What if? What would it be like in general to make out with Magnus? To feel the warmth of his body against Alec's skin.
He touched his own cheek at the places where Magnus' hand had been, were his fingertips had lingered, trailing them downwards, along the line of his jaw to eventually come to rest on his lips, but what if they hadn't stopped there? What if Magnus had trailed them further down, slowly getting to know the length of Alec's throat over his adam's apple, landing in the hollow between his collar bones and those yellow-green eyes never leaving Alec's, never breaking the eye contact, that smile never vanishing, but growing warmer as Alec's breathing picked up.
Would he have spread his fingers when caressing the skin of Alec's chest? Would he have lingered around Alec's bellybutton, would have pressed his full hand against the pale skin to step closer, so Alec would have raise his head the tiniest bit and Magnus would have to lower his. Their lips would be so close and maybe Alec would notice that Magnus' breaths had the same heated taste as his own.
'Are you sure?,' would he maybe whisper and Alec would have kissed him right there.
He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, his hand had moved lower with Magnus' imaginary ones and he breathed out a soft "Fuck" before going the rest of the way and wrapping his fingers around his growing erection. He kept his movements slow and deliberate, savoring the sensation evoked by every little movement. He knew what it would feel like, could anticipate the waves of pleasure going through his body, but still for some reason today it was more intense.
Alec could usually loose himself in these situations, could clear his head, silence every thought and just enjoy the feeling. But his thoughts refused to stay silent, they slipped back to Magnus and what he would say or think when he knew that Alec was thinking about him while getting himself off. What he would do? What would his reaction be if he walked in on Alec? Would there be that infuriating smile on his lips? Would he raise his eyebrows in that same curious fashion?
Alec bit his lower lip and let his eyes slip shut again as he moved his other hand to stroke the skin of his chest, brushing against his nipples, going down to his hip.
Maybe Magnus would step behind him, so close that their bodies were flush against each other, slick from the water. Alec would be able to put his head on the other's shoulder and lean against him. Maybe Magnus would raise hands and place them against Alec's sides, massaging the skin there softly until one would move downwards painting searing lines with the soft scratching of his fingernails.
Alec gasped. His hand halted in its movement just for a moment, so he could get used to that possible scenario. His fantasies had never been this intense before. It almost was like Magnus was really there. He barely remembered the tiles pressing against his back and when he focused on it, he could feel the movements of shoulders against the back of his neck.
He could here Magnus' voice against his ear, lips brushing the shell. 'Don't stop, keep going.' What would it be like if Magnus would bite his ear carefully afterwards, tug slightly while his hands would keep roaming Alec's body. His hand started moving again, faster this time, massaging the head a bit harder, becoming less coordinated. 'Yes, that's good, you're doing so well.'
Soft moans got mixed with whimpers that Alec barely recognized as his own voice. They tasted like honey and his body was brimming with lust. His hips began a gentle rhythm, going against the rhythm of his hand.
He wondered if Magnus' hips would move as well, if they would thrust against Alec's ass, if he'd be hard as well. Would he lean down to kiss the side of Alec's neck if he'd lean his head to the side, would he bit Alec's skin there as well? His breath would be hot against his neck, painting secrets among blooming hickeys. Would his hands stop roaming at some point? Would they just hold Alec close? Would he come as well? Alec thought about that dark voice whispering words, curses and half finished sentences into his ear as he would feel the heat of Magnus' own arousal against his back.
'Yes. Keep going. Fuck'
He did, adding his own stream of barely-there words and prayers and more often than not tasting Magnus' name on his tongue. It was bitter-sweet, but overwhelming all the same.
His hand became slippery and his orgasm coiled in his abdomen before it eventually hit him like the most pleasuring wave he had ever experienced. His legs were shaking, his mouth was dry and his skin barely able to feel anything besides the tingling of the aftershocks. The tiles behind his back moved back into focus, they were boring and white and had sharp edges. The water was only lukewarm, but Alec didn't care. Panting he slid to the floor, staring ahead of him without really seeing anything and only slowly calming down again.
"Fuck," whispered and rubbed his eyes with thumb and index finger of his left hand. One could say that he was screwed, but Alec thought that maybe he should at east try to ask Mganus out. It seemed like the guy had made a much bigger impression on him than the other way around.