A/N: The time period is during the first few chapters of CoLS when Alec and Magnus are away together. For those who are wondering, they are staying in the Conventino Suite at the Four Seasons in Florence.
"You know I love being on vacation with you!" Magnus protested.
"Well then stop working and come back to bed," Alec told him playfully, tangled in the crisp white sheets of their large and very soft bed.
The room was absolutely stunning, with vaulted frescoed ceilings and Renaissance-styled furniture. Magnus looked like he belonged in these surroundings, amongst the beauty and the grandeur of a gilded past. Alec hadn't thought anything could be better than Paris, but this was close.
"Just five more minutes, I promise," the Warlock sighed.
Alec gave a huff of displeasure and rolled over to reach his phone on the bedside table, looking for something to occupy him whilst he waited for Magnus,
There was a text message from Jace.
- Seriously, could you guys get any gayer? :-P -
Alec gave a small chuckle. The message was in response to a picture Alec had sent last night of him and Magnus posing against the background of the Eiffel Tower. It had been their last night in Paris. Magnus had got dressed up for the occasion and they had a wonderful time sight-seeing Paris in the dusk and enjoying their beautiful suite before Magnus checked out and then opened a portal around the back of the hotel. Alec had then found himself in the dark streets of Florence. An eerie city in the darkness, bursting with memories of bygone days: Alec had felt he had gone back in time. But as Magnus had led him along the Borgo Pinti and up to the main entrance of the Four Seasons, Alec was introduced suddenly to the elegant beauty and the timeless grandeur of the place, though he was a little embarrassed that Magnus was spoiling him so much.
Their suite was a lavishly decorated throw-back to the Renaissance period, with finely painted ceilings covered in bright pictures of cherubim and biblical scenes and strewn with richly coloured furniture. They were overlooking the beautiful hotel garden and, although this room did not come with a gym or a sauna (which both of them thoroughly enjoyed whilst in Paris), it was just as ridiculously romantic as their hotel suite in the French Capital.
Alec could see a theme emerging. Magnus' apartment in New York was a stark contrast to the beautiful surroundings they had enjoyed so far on their trip. He was starting to suspect the finery and splendour was all for him. It made Alec blush every time he thought about it, and about the potentially large sums of money Magnus was spending on their vacation. Magnus had told him repeatedly to shut up about it and to stop worrying so much. He was having a great time after all and enjoying every moment of the Warlock's company. They had barely spent a minute apart since they left grey New York.
Alec smiled to himself. It was so nice to get away from it all. He just wished Magnus would stop working so hard. The Warlock had been pouring over old tomes full of strange languages and then writing lengthy letters to various clients when they were not out sight-seeing or enjoying their bedroom (that was definitely Alec's favourite part). Not that Alec felt neglected, but the bed was terribly lonely without Magnus.
Alec quickly text back Jace.
- Jealousy will get you nowhere. In Florence now – totally amazing. Can't wait to send you more pics! -
As he pressed the send button, Alec suddenly realised that it was probably not a great time to message him. It was ten o'clock in the morning in Florence, but New York was six hours behind – he had just noticed the clock on his phone that was still set to East Coast Time.
Idiot
Alec's phone gave a little buzz, indicating another message. He looked sheepishly at the display, fully expecting Jace to berate him for waking him up with some nasty, sleep-induced comment.
- Ah I see. Ur missing me loads then. Wishing I was there? LOL. PLEASE don't send me any more pics. They are so disgustingly cutesy they are making me throw up. Izzy's soup is pleasant in comparison. But don't tell her I said that. J -
That was unusual. What was Jace doing up at that time? He didn't sound very grumpy either… well, not grumpy for Jace.
- R u ok? Isn't it like 4am or something in NY? -
- Can't sleep -
- why what's up? -
- you keep texting me for one… -
- Sorry! Night! -
- not the only reason but I will catch up with you when you get back. When do you get back btw? -
"Who are you texting?" Magnus asked him, not looking up from a letter he was writing.
"Jace. He can't sleep," Alec replied.
Magnus gave a sigh and rubbed his hands down his face.
"Do you miss me so much you are trying to make me jealous now?" Magnus asked in an exasperated tone.
Alec sputtered, trying to find the right words to retort.
"No! I… I wasn't . I want you to come back to bed and I was just replying to his text and…" Alec caught sight of Magnus, who was smiling broadly at him, amusement dancing across his eyes and he stopped trying to speak. He wasn't doing too well anyway. Words often failed him.
Magnus got to his feet silently and strolled over to the bed. He was wearing a bright pink silk kimono, patterned with golden cherry blossoms and little else. He elegantly placed himself down beside Alec and stroked the side of the Shadowhunter's face lightly.
"Are you annoyed with me?" Alec enquired, half playing because he knew Magnus probably wasn't.
"I am so pissed off and jealous right now that another guy has your attention: I may do something very bad," Magnus told him, more than a hint of sarcasm lacing his smooth voice.
"How bad are we talking?" Alec asked, trailing his fingers down Magnus' torso and gripping his hard cock lightly between his fingers, brushing downwards softly. Magnus threw his head back and moaned at the touch. "Should I be worried in case you take your anger out on me?" Alec whispered, gripping a little more tightly, squeezing and making his boyfriend gasp with pleasure.
"You know I find it very difficult to be angry with you," Magnus told him, grabbing Alec's wrist and preventing him from moving his hand any more. Magnus leant his head forward and captured Alec's mouth in a passionate kiss.
"I want you Alec," Magnus sighed into his mouth as they kissed. Alec smiled. He loved that Magnus seemed to be as aroused and in to him as he was with Magnus.
"I want you inside me."
Alec balked slightly and broke the kiss.
"You want me to…"
"Mhmm," Magnus murmured against his neck.
"But I don't know what…" Alec began.
"Let me show you," Magnus cut in, his voice low and husky with desire.
Magnus' hands crackled slightly and a small tube appeared magically in his palm. Alec sniggered, a little because of nerves.
"You're so lazy," he told the Warlock.
Magnus ignored him.
"You know what happens first, so give me your hand," he told Alec who obeyed and brought his hand up to Magnus.
Magnus squirted some lubricant over Alec's fingers – it was cool and, by now, a familiar, almost pleasant scent. Alec felt his face go red.
Bloody hell stop being so childish.
Magnus rolled over and pulled Alec on top of him.
"Please…" he implored. Almost without thinking Alec moved his coated hand down, hovering his first finger at Magnus' entrance. Magnus felt warm, almost burning even though Alec wasn't yet touching the other man's skin. Alec's cock was throbbing with need, but his mind was winning at the moment, making his body freeze.
"Magnus, I don't want to hurt you," he told him quietly, the tips of his ears suddenly on fire. Magnus looked at him tenderly, already breathing heavily even though they hadn't actually done anything yet.
"Have I ever hurt you?" Magnus asked him.
"No…" Alec conceded.
"Slide your finger in slowly. Just one of them. Go on," Magnus urged. Alec bit his lip, which seemed to make Magnus growl a little. As Alec pushed his finger inside Magnus, the Warlock threw his head back hard, luckily cushioned by the over-stuffed pillow.
It was a peculiar feeling. Warm and soft and tight. And so sexy. Magnus writhed a little under Alec and he could feel the movements intensely around his buried finger. Magnus placed his hand on Alec's shoulder.
"Now another finger," he told him hoarsely.
Alec pulled his first finger out slightly, making Magnus whimper and slid it back in along with his middle finger. He could feel the tightness wasn't as intense now, as if his fingers were meant to be there, fitting perfectly inside the Warlock. Magnus was panting hard.
"Is this ok?" Alec enquired timidly.
"You need to stretch me a little," he breathed heavily.
Alec could feel himself blushing again. Magnus, sensing Alec's discomfort, held the young Shadowhunter lightly by his shoulders.
"It feels incredible Alec, just move your fingers around a little, stretch out to the sides as much as you can."
Alec, feeling determined, did as instructed and was rewarded with Magnus shutting his eyes and moaning loudly, pushing his hips down onto Alec's hand beneath him. Suddenly, Magnus screamed. Alec, instinctively sensing that if he pulled out of Magnus quickly it may hurt him, stopped still, his fingers, hand and the rest of his body freezing.
"What's wrong?" he asked quickly, his concern entirely audible.
"Don't stop!" Magnus yelled frantically, pushing his hips downwards again. Alec began to move his fingers again slowly, watching Magnus intently for any signs that he was in pain. Magnus drew in a sharp gasp.
"There! Oh god yes there!" he screamed, writhing. His face was contorted in a mask of pleasure.
Alec could probably have come just watching him. It was so erotic and Magnus was so beautiful in the throes of passion.
"Please Alec, please. Fuck me now."
Alec felt his penis twitch at the crass word, making him impossibly hard and ache longingly for release.
Magnus sat up slightly and squirted the gel on Alec's member. The coolness of the lubricant against the heat of his throbbing cock made him gasp with delight. Then Magnus shifted his legs and tilted his hips up so that Alec was forced to remove his fingers from inside him, then his long lithe legs entwined around Alec's waist and pulled the Shadowhunter down towards him. Alec grabbed Magnus by his hips and manoeuvred him in place, so his penis was pressed against his entrance.
"Please," Magnus breathed wantonly, trying to push towards Alec; but the Shadowhunter was holding the other man's hips in place and he couldn't move enough to force Alec inside.
Slowly and painstakingly, because all Alec wanted to do was thrust wildly, he pushed inside his lover. When Magnus took him like this, it was the most exquisite feeling in the world and he hoped he was doing it right so Magnus felt the same. The tightness surrounding him felt so good he couldn't imagine there could be anything wrong.
They were silent for a moment as Alec imitated what Magnus usually did, remaining as still as possible so that he could adjust. Alec now realised it took an enormous amount of self-control to do this and his body quivered as he tried to fight the overwhelming instinct to thrust.
Magnus grabbed the sides of Alec's face and locked their eyes together.
"Please," Magnus strangled out, trying to buck his hips. And then Alec started moving in and out, slowly and carefully.
It felt impossibly good. Pleasure sparked violently through his body and it was like he had been possessed, his body acting on its own: Alec felt like a passenger enjoying the ride of his life. He wasn't thinking, just doing.
Alec grabbed Magnus' throbbing penis firmly in his right hand and started to pump quickly. Magnus was screaming with delight now, unable to control his volume. The Warlock met his every thrust, deepening the contact. Alec was slamming into Magnus hard, but although they were rough and aggressive they were so lost in each other it was like their bodies had melded into one being.
"Faster!" Magnus managed to scream. Alec didn't even need to think about it, it was as if his body responded to Magnus' voice like a snake responds to its hypnotic charmer. Faster he went, a tidal wave of pleasure brewing within his core. Alec's hands and feet went numb as the force built inside him.
And then he felt Magnus convulse beneath him, his muscles tightening around Alec as he came. It was enough to send Alec over the edge too, as Magnus clamped around him causing the greatest release he had ever felt. They lay together for a while, breathing heavily and revelling in the aftershock of their passionate explosions.
Magnus winced slightly as Alec pulled from him, still hard.
"Sorry," Alec told him quickly. Magnus laughed, trying to catch his breath.
"There you go, apologising for being amazing again. And you are such a tease! If it got any better than that I think I would die! Fucking hell that was… amazing… wow!"
"I don't think I have ever heard you lost for words before," Alec told him, slumping down beside him on the bed and pulling him close. Magnus kissed Alec's chest, clearly a little disorientated, and snuggled into him.
"So what do you want to do now?" Alec enquired.
"Bloody hell Alec you just fucked my brains out, give me at least five minutes to recover!" Magnus laughed, burying his head into Alec's sweaty chest. Alec felt himself blushing again.
I REALLY need to learn to control that…
"Sorry, guess it must be my stamina rune," Alec told him gently, bending down and kissing the crown of Magnus' head, breathing in the tropical scent of his hair. Magnus laughed breathily.
"More likely because you are complete nympho and a total horny teenager," Magnus snorted.
"Jealously isn't attractive old man," Alec said trying to sound serious, but he could barely contain his laughter.
"Hey!" Magnus protested, getting up suddenly and pouting.
"Oh I'm sorry! Totally didn't mean that…" Alec blushed.
"If you apologise once more then I shall have to withhold sex," Magnus told him sternly, though his cat-eyes were gleaming wildly with laughter. Alec's composure faded and he broke down laughing in Magnus' arms.
"As if you could resist..." Alec chuckled.
"Let's go see the Boboli Garden and the Pitti Palace after lunch," he said, holding Alec to him tightly.
"I don't feel like going for lunch, can't you magic up a pizza?" Alec asked playfully.
"Now who's being lazy? And no need to waste my energy 'magic-ing' anything. We can order room service."
