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"Here it is," I said, gesturing to a small apartment block outside the car window. Magnus was giving me a ride back to my place, his car so obviously expensive that it stood out like a beacon in the mundane neighbourhood that I lived in. It was a sleek, black car, and sly, much like Magnus himself. He parked just outside the apartment-complex and strained his eyes to see, through the dark, the average-looking place I lived in. "You wanna stay for a bit?" I offered. "My roommate is at school now and won't come back for a while yet."

He smiled genuinely back at me. "Yes, I'd love to come in."

We entered the building and begun the climb up the stairs leading to the fifth floor when mine and Jace's apartment was. I fumbled for my keys and eventually unlocked and opened the door, praying to God it would be as tidy as I had left it that morning. When I flicked on the light, I revealed a very small, but tidy, living-space.

"It's not much," I said nervously, putting the keys in the bowl by the door. "It's all I can afford right now."

"It's very tidy, for an apartment that has two teenagers living in it," he commented, looking around the apartment with a sweeping gaze, before making his way over to the fridge. His eyes were scanning through the pictures of Jace and my family (excluding my parents) that were stuck to the metallic fridge door. "These must be your siblings," he said, his fingers dancing lightly over the photos. "They look like you."

"That's Izzy and the little one is Max," I said, making my way over to him. I leaned against the kitchen counter. "The blonde one is Jace." My family looked happy and were smiling in all the photos (except Jace in the one where Izzy had put blue hair-dye in his shampoo). They were so young and painfully ignorant of the way their lives would change.

"As in Jace your flat-mate?"

"Yup." Magnus narrowed his eyes and cocked an eyebrow. "What is it?"

He looked back at me, a playful twinkle in his eyes. "Are you sure you and this Jace don't have a thing goin' on...?" he said slyly, spitting out the name 'Jace' like it was sand in his mouth.

"Ew!" I exclaimed. "No way! He's completely strait!"

"How can you be sure?" he protested. "From what I can see, this is a scarily tidy apartment that belongs to two teenage boys. It's scary because I've only seen an apartment as tidy as this that belongs to teenage girls. But if one of said boys were gay, such as your lovely self, that would explain a little, but tidying a whole apartment hardly seems a job for only one guy-"

"You definitely read too many crime novels," I said, cutting him off mid-deduction.

He only shrugged. "My point still stands."

"No, it doesn't. He is strait. And yes he is kind of a neat freak, but that does not make him gay. And even if he was, we are like brothers!"

"I thought you'd read Game of Thrones," Magnus said. "There's incest in that."

I just blinked and stared at him as if he were crazy- and he just as well may be crazy. "We are just friends," I said as calmly as I could muster. "Why do you care anyway?"

"I just don't want anyone to get jealous when I steal you away," he said suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows and successfully making me blush. He then looked away as he added, "or maybe I do..."

"He wouldn't care," I said dismissively.

At that, Magnus just blinked at me, clearly thinking something over in his head, before he looked back to the photos. "How come there aren't any with you in them?" he asked, stepping closer towards me, his knee grazing my leg discretely.

I shrugged. "I'm normally the one taking the photos. Anyway, I'm not sure anyone would particularly want to have a photo of me..."

"I would." And that was it. From those two words and onwards, I decided that I wanted that man, no matter what the cost. I wanted him. I wanted to be close to him. I wanted to fall for him-

But I couldn't. I couldn't do that to him. I couldn't lie to him and selfishly take what I crave. I couldn't tell him either; he'd just leave me, making me feel worse than I already do because then I'd know that he'd be disgusted, rather than just being pretty sure.

I began to lean into him, but looked away from his amber eyes and stopped myself from going further. It was as if there was something blocking the both of us, preventing us from moving closer together. I knew why I didn't, but I didn't know his reason. Maybe he didn't think of me in that way...

"What about you?" I asked after the painful silence in which both of us were lost in our thoughts. "Do you have any family?"

I regretted that simple question almost as soon as I had said it. Magnus' expression fell even further, his normally bright eyes saddening. "No, I don't."

"What, none at all?" Damn it, why did I ask that?

He looked back up at me, as if pleading for me to stop. "No siblings... My mother killed herself, and my father, I..."

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry I asked," I said quickly, attempting to repair the damage I had done as if I were using a Disney-princess-plaster to hold together a crumbling brick wall.

"No, it's fine-"

"You don't have to talk about it. So you want a drink? We have more coffee, beer... I'll see what we have," I said hurriedly, opening the fridge door, allowing a chill to breeze out of it.

"Alexander," he said sternly.

"What?" I asked, suddenly worried that I had upset him. I stood up strait to look at him. Before I could say anything else, a pair of lips were pressed against mine, effectively silencing the words that were about to leave my mouth. A hand went to the back of my neck, pulling me further into his warm embrace. His lips were soft and careful against my mouth, stiff at first before I relaxed into the kiss. My mind had gone blank, only filled with the heavenly sensation of his touch. The feeling was surprisingly foreign and unexpected, given that I had kissed countless guys-

'No! Oh God, no no, this can't be happening!' My mind panicked as the realisation of what was happening dawned on me. I had agreed with myself that I wouldn't do this to him. I couldn't let him hate me just because I was disgusting. I would have much preferred him to hate me for pushing him away, or for being a douche, or misleading him about my gender, or... something! But I couldn't pull away, as if my body was in a trance that my mind couldn't pull it out of. His lips guided my own open with expert control, his tongue slipping inside just a little, giving me a teasing taste.

And then it was over. Before I had gained enough self-control to move my own body, Magnus was actually the first of us to pull away from the slow, but nerve-wracking kiss. My pulse was still hammering through my body at an unnecessarily high rate and he looked almost as shocked as I felt. After a few long moments of staring at each other in bewilderment, he finally looked away. "I... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..." He scratched the back of his neck as he paused. "I should probably go-"

"No! Don't go," I said quickly. "It's fine, I'm... fine with it. It's just rather unexpected."

He looked at me with a serious expression, as if thinking something through in his mind. "Are you a virgin?" he suddenly asked, his face still stern.

Caught slightly off guard, I snorted and gave a short, mirthless laugh. "Definitely not." He looked surprised, so I felt the need to explain myself. "I've had sex before," understatement of the year, "but I haven't really done... this," I said.

"This," he repeated, raising an eyebrow, "as in kissing? Or dating."

"Dating," I confirmed, smiling a little. "And you've obviously done 'this' before."

"No, actually," he said casually. "I don't date much either. I do sometimes-"

"No way," I said, gaping at him. "There is no way..." He was just so smooth! And so easy, and so not awkward, awkward like me.

"What? It's not like I'm a virgin or anything," he said with an uncharacteristic defensiveness. He was now leaning against the kitchen counter, propped up on his elbows.

I laughed light-heartedly. "Don't worry, I wasn't thinking that."

A small smirk appeared on his face, then fell off again. His expression suddenly turned somewhat sad, mixed with something else. Regret, perhaps. Longing...

"Is there anything wrong, Magnus?" I asked carefully.

He hesitated, as if planning to say one thing, but quickly changing his mind. "No, nothing's wrong." He attempted another smile. "I just wish I could stay."

"You can," I reassured him, before quickly adding, "if you want to, of course."

He paused, then shook his head. "No, I need to go. Got work on Monday, and there are a few preparations I need to make on Sunday, which is tomorrow, Goddamnit," he said, more to himself than to me. "We should arrange another date," he chirped, snapping out of his thoughtful daze. "How's Monday lunchtime? Half twelve?"

"Hmm, I won't be here at that time," I said, my stomach dropping as I remembered that Monday at nine was when I had my scene with whoever the "High Warlock of Brooklyn" was. "I can meet you somewhere, how about your place?"

"Not really, I live in Brooklyn." Funny coincidence. "How about we meet at the bookshop outside central? The one we first met in?"

I grinned. "Yeah, that would be great. I'll look forward to then."

He smiled too, a genuine smile. "Awesome, I'll see you soon, Blue-Eyes." He made his way back to the door of my apartment and I followed. I opened the door, and he stepped outside before turning back to me. "Monday, at twelve thirty?" I nodded in confirmation. His signature smirk appeared on his lips. "See you then."

Before I could reply, he reached a hand to the back of my neck and gently pressed a kiss to my cheek. When he pulled back, I was blushing my signature blush and smiling shyly back at him. I watched him leave with an aching longing in my gut. I knew I couldn't have him, but what was the harm in enjoying it for a little while? I'll just have to make up an excuse sooner or later, and hope that he hasn't become as attached to me as I have to him.

I sighed and went back inside my apartment. I was hoping to enjoy my last day of freedom before Monday with Magnus, but I'd only see him after the scene. At least I'd have something to keep my mind on to get me through the experience. Normally, the only thing I have to look forward to is money and a long, cold shower. This time, as well as money, I'd have someone who I actually could have a chance to be with, if I were in a different situation of course.

Anyway, he managed to make me feel happy, and for that I will always be grateful.

Always? Really ALWAYS Alec? Even if he's a porn star too?

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