A/N: Wow, thank you for all those amazing reviews, favorites and follows… They really make my day! I would like to clarify some questions asked me in reviews; I was planning to update regularly, but I am moving to another house at the moment so my schedule kinda screwed up… So I will upload the third chapter probably Monday, if I get enough reviews. The chapters could be short or long, it kinda depends on the chapter's content. This chapter will be… Probably 1K or something.
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Disclaimer; Don't own TMI or the loves of my life Alec and Magnus… I do own a bunch of lovely readers, though.
Magnus handed the blue-eyed boy a crinky hundered dolar banknot. "Okay." There was a wave of surprise in the boy's face because of the quick money, but it faded soon enough. "Okay?" He stil didn't take the money, so Magnus's hand was still hovering in air. "Will you ever take it?" The other man reached for Magnus' hand and took the money. During this action, their fingers connected with the lightest touch. His fingers were cold and a bit shaky. Magnus notiched that he didn't wear a coat and only thing that protected him from the weather was a navy blue hoodie. He quickly put the money in his pocket and kept staring at Magnus. Magnus stood forzen, not knowing what to do in a situation like this. Finally, he cleared his throat and looked at the other's baby blue eyes. "My house is not far away from here. Shall we go?"
On the way back home, there was a complete silence except Magnus' occasional "This way's and "Here"s. He wasn't complaining, was perfectly fine just watching the other's beauty. He was wondering, why was the boy obliged to do such a humiliating job. To Magnus, prostitution was destroying respect between people and prostitutes self-respect, it was literally ignoring love, passion and lust. It was making people seem just like a piece of flesh. He checked the blue-eyed boy. A delicious piece of flesh.
Fİnally, the duo were in front of Magnus' place. He stopped and pointed at the door. "Here." The other man made a small agreeing noise and waited for Magnus to go first. Magnus found his keys in his skinny jeans' pocket and climbed the little amount of stairs. He opened the door and stepped in. "Come in." The boy walked in in hesitation, like he wasn't sure what Magnus wanted from him. He got in and after Magnus closed the door, they stood in an awkward silence. Then Magnus cleared his throat again –hoping he wasn't looking like he had a sore throat- and took his coat off. "So… I'm gonna…" He looked around the room, hoping to find a salvation from this uncomfortable silence. Then the saw the kitchen door. "…take somethingto drink. Do you want anything? Coffee, wine, or whiskey maybe?"
The prostitue was looking like he didn't exected such an offer, like it was the first time he had been offered something. "O-okay. Whiskey, if it is okay." Magnus shook his head in agreement and pointed the boy the living room. "You can sit there. Make yourself comfortable."
Two or three minutes later, as Magnus walked in the living room with two glasses in his hand, the boy was sitting in a couch, looking uncomfortable as hell. Magnus handed the boy his drink and sat next to him. "What is your name?" The boy almost choked himself with the whiskey he was drinking at the moment. "My name? Why do you care about my name?"
Magnus looked at him as it was the weirdest question he had ever heard –and it kinda was. "Why wouldn't I?" The boy stared blankly for a moment, took another sip from his drink and slowly whispered. "It's Alec." Magnus also drank a little from his bourbon, and put it on the coffe table next to him. "I've never heard such a name as Alec." Alec gave him a small and awkward smile. "It's short for Alaxander."
"Well, darling, I really think you should use Alexander. It suits you perfectly well." Alec finished his remaining drink with one big gulp and kept holding it with his long and pale hands. "Thank- thank you." Then his face fell into a shape like he was wanting to ask something but he just couldn't. He stuttered some meaningless words for a while and the slipped out what he thought. "You are Magnus Bane, right?"
Magnus was surprised, he should admit. He wasn't expecting it from Alec, he never thought that prostitues also had an everyday life and actually could read books. "Darling, I am flattered. How do you know my name?" Alec blushed deeply and his cheeks turned into a crimson color, the blush just made him even more sexy. "I've read The Ambivalence." It was Magnus' last book. He smiled proudly and asked. "Did you like it?" Alec gave a small nod. "I did."
And the awkward silence was back. Magnus didn't know how to get into the topic and ask for…Hislife story? The reason forced him into prostitution? But before hecould say something, ALecstood up like he couldn't wait anymore. "Sorry, I'm just wasting your time. We can… Do what you paid for." He started taking his hoodie off but before he could do it, Magnus stopped him. "Stop. You don't need to."
Alec froze at Magnus' words. "Wh-what?" Magnus reached fort he boy's wrist and pulld him down to sit on the couch next to him. "I paid you.. For your company." Alec looked at him like he said the most stupid thing ever. "You paid a gigolo hundered bucks for company? Don't you have friends or something?"
"It's not that. I need… I need inspiration." Alec gently took his wrist from Magnus' grip, but didn't say a thing, just waited for Magnus to continue. "I need a story for my next book and I am… Totally out of inspiration. I want to write something real, and I thought that… Maybe you have an interesting story to tell."
Alec was freaked out by Magnus' words. He panicked, his cheeks took it's crimson color again and he started to stutter. "I-I don't. I… Don't waste your time with me." Before Magnus could say anything or convince him to stay, Alec got up and took the money out of his pocket. "I should go. Sorry if I wasted your time." He gave the banknote back to Magnus and rushed to the door. Magnus got up after him and tried to catch him, but there was no way to convince Alec. "You can stay. I'm sure you have something interesting to tell."
When he looked at Magnus the last time, his eyes were shining with… were those tears? His face was emotionless, but there was something in his eyes that made him look broken. "I am no one." His jaw clenched and he walked out of the door. "Good night, Magnus. Good luck with your book."
A/N: Sorry it was kind of a filler… But it needed to be written.
Do you think why Alec panicked so much? Why couldn't he tell something? How will they meet again? Anyone has a theory?
Hope you liked the chapter, I wrote it like in fifty minutes… Sorry for any language errors, again. Review if you feel like to. Love you all!
