Another chapter tonight! I have been writing lots to try and get this story outlined on paper tonight, it's just a short chapter, but I hope you like it! :-)

And also, for the person who asked, Chris is short for Christopher, but it doesn't really come up in the story :-)

Alec had decided that the best thing in the whole world was speaking to Magnus on the telephone. He had this energy that somehow managed to come across even from thousands of miles away, and he always knew what to say to make Alec laugh when he needed cheering up, or to sympathise when he was having a particularly rubbish day. Today was one of the later. Alec had a busy day at the shop, and had almost tattooed an underage girl with very convincing fake ID before her father turned up to yell at him, and then when he had finally arrived home, someone had eaten his leftover pasta bake from the night before. He made some toast, stomping around the kitchen to ensure that the rest of the apartment knew he was mad, before going into his bedroom and slamming the door. No one would actually care he was mad about the pasta bake, but it made him feel better about the situation anyway.

He had a shower, and watched some tv on his laptop before Magnus called him at just after 11pm.

"Hi," he answered, all of todays annoyances flying away at the notification of Magnus calling him.

"Good evening Alexander, I hope you are not staying up past your bedtime for me?" Magnus teased.

Alec wanted to say he would do anything for Magnus, if it meant he got to speak to him, but he thought that was a little too forward, so instead he just laughed and asked Magnus about his day.

Magnus was telling him an animated story about getting stuck on the subway as the train had broken down due to some protest on the line. He didn't know if it was to protest against something or for something, as apparently some famous girl from some tv show was in the same carriage as Magnus, and he had gotten starstruck. He had went to ask for her autograph, but instead had managed to spill his morning latte down her skirt, and now had to pay for her dry cleaning bill.

Alec laughed at Magnus' story, his mood immediately improving. They spoke about various random things, always learning little tidbits about one another, which made Alec smile. Magnus asked what he was doing this weekend, since he had the next two days off of work. Alec groaned, and asked if they could skip that question. Of course, this pipped Magnus' interest and Alec told him that his parents were coming over on Sunday for lunch.

"I take it you don't get on that well?" Magnus assumed.

"Hmm, it could be better. That's a story for another day though… What about you? What are your parents like?"

Magnus paused for a moment, and Alec was just about to change the subject when he replied, his voice steady. "My parents are dead."

"What? Oh fuck Magnus, I'm sorry," Alec apologised. "Sorry, I didn't know; I shouldn't have asked."

"It's fine Alexander," Magnus replied, his voice warm as always. "It was a long time ago. You weren't to know."

Alec apologised again, and Magnus began talking to try and ensure Alec that it was okey.

"My mother died when I was six years old. She was ill for a long time, I can't really remember her any other way." Magnus' voice sounded sad, and Alec wished that he could comfort Magnus. Instead he asked how he came to live in America.

"After my mother died, my father moved us to the USA. He thought he would be able to follow the American Dream and make his riches. He done well for a few years, before being involved in a traffic accident in the city. I was ten years old, and in the car at the time. It was horrible, but to be honest, a lot of it is hazy now, and I try not to think of it often."

He paused, and Alec held his breath. His anger earlier about the pasta bake seemed so trivial now. He immediately felt guilty, and it was then that Magnus began speaking once more.

"I obviously have no family here, but since I was a minor, I was placed into foster care in New York, rather than being deported. It wasn't the most pleasant experience of my life, but I did make some wonderful friends. I still consider Ragnor and Raphael two of my closest friends to this day."

Alec breathed out an audible sigh at the end of Magnus' story.

"Please do not feel sorry for me Alexander," Magnus stated seriously before Alec could get a word in. "I have a very good life now, and I believe everything that happened to me when I was younger has helped shape that. I have no regrets."

"That is very… honourable for you to say so," Alec said in response, his respect for Magnus growing each time he spoke with him.

"Now come on, less of the serious chat," Magnus replied, and Alec could practically hear him grin. "Tell me. What was the weirdest thing you tattooed today?"

Alec started telling Magnus the story of the underage girl, who had wanted an obscene picture of her cat on her upper leg, and by the end of the conversation, Alec felt happy once more.

"Goodnight Magnus," Alec said before disconnecting the call.

"Sweet dreams Alexander," Magnus replied.

Alec went to bed after that, and had wonderful dreams of the man that made him smile more so than anything else in his life had done so far.

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The next morning, Alec went for a long run before coming home to tackle some housework. He still hadn't washed his holiday clothes, the one chore he hated more than anything else, so he had to make an effort to get that done that afternoon. He was sitting on the floor in the kitchen in front of the washing machine, sorting his dirty clothes into piles when his phone beeped.

[15:09 Magnus]

What are you doing?

[15:10 Alec]

Laundry :-/ You?

[15:12 Magnus]

I have a late start at work today… I am still in bed…

Alec smiled, trying to picture what Magnus' bedroom looked like in his apartment. What Magnus looked like in it…

His phoned beeped with the notification of a picture message. Alec frowned at his phone, and opened the message. He gasped. It was a photo of Magnus, lying wrapped in his blood red bedsheets. His hair was messy, his dark hair no longer with purple tips, and instead these were bright blue. There was some eye make from the previous day smudged around his eyes. He was shirtless, and his golden chest was perfect…. Alec gazed down over Magnus' chest, and found that Magnus had strategically covered himself up with the smallest piece of his bed sheet. Under the sheet, you could clearly see that he was aroused. His toned thighs were peeking out of the sheet, and the photo ended at his knees.

[15:23 Magnus]

Alec?

Alec realised he hadn't replied. He was still staring at the photo.

[15:25 Alec]
Uh, yeah, I'm here. Fuck Magnus, what are you trying to do to me?!

[15:26 Magnus]

;-)

[15:27 Magnus]

Do you want to see more?

Alec could feel his heart rate increasing, and felt himself getting a little clammy at the thought. He left the pile of dirty washing in the kitchen, and walked into his bedroom, locking the door behind him. He thanked the gods that no one else was home at that moment.

[15:31 Alec]

Yes.

He sent the message quickly, feeling nervous. He had never done anything like this before. He was sure he was going to be bad at it.

He opened the next picture message as soon as it phone signalled that it had arrived.

Magnus was still lying on the bed, his eyes looking directly into the camera, his mouth open a little. Alec scanned his eyes over his body, and stopped when he realised that there was now no bed sheet covering Magnus anywhere; instead, Magnus' hand was wrapped around his erect cock.

Alec had his trousers and boxers off immediately, his hands around his own cock.

Suddenly his phone rang. He looked at it frowning. It was Magnus.

"Hi," he answered breathlessly, putting the phone on speakerphone.

"What are you doing?" Magnus purred at him.

"I, erm…," Alec began. "Um…"

"Did I make you hard?" Magnus continued.

"Yes," Alec answered sincerely, a little breathless.

"Are you touching yourself?"

"Yes."

"Tell me what you are doing."

"Um…," Alec began, his hands moving up and down around his own cock.

"Imagine it was me… I am right there next to you Alexander," Magnus said in a low voice.

"Yes…" Alec moaned.

"I am kissing your neck, biting it the way you like," Magnus continued. "I am moving my lips all over your chest, twisting your nipples in my hands. Do you like that?"

Alec moaned.

"Tell me you like it," Magnus demanded.

"I love it," Alec puffed out.

"Where should my hands go next Alexander?" Magnus said quietly.

Alec didn't reply, he just groaned as he pumped himself up and down, staring at the photo of Magnus and listening to his voice.

"Tell me Alec," Magnus repeated, practically growling down the phone.

"My cock. I need you to touch my cock," Alec managed. "Please."

"Alec," Magnus breathed out. "I am close… I begin to pull at your cock, and you love it. You come all over my hand, and I lick my fingers clean."

"Fuck Magnus," Alec moaned, coming over his hands and stomach. He could hear Magnus orgasm over the phone.

"Have a good day Alec," Magnus said, and hung up the phone.

Alec stared at his phone for several minutes, getting his breath back, before cleaning himself up. Did that really just happen?! He sat up, and tried to motivate himself to head back out to the kitchen to get his pile of dirty washing before anyone else came home.

His phone beeped.

[16:07 Magnus]

Can't phone you again tonight, I won't be home until after midnight your time. Miss you x

Alec smiled to himself, shaking his head. He couldn't really believe what had just happened. He loved that Magnus was now just acting completely normal. He laughed, and finished sorting his laundry humming away happily to himself.

Let me know what you think! I hope the smutty scenes are okey, they always sound so much better in my head than they do on paper...