How excited were you guys to see the trailer? I was freaking out!

So sorry for the wait! I have a thousand excuses which I am positive none of you want to hear. So on to the story!


Alec pulled the blanket tighter around him, snuggling into the bed. The room was chilly. Not yet to the point of discomfort, but just enough to make it obvious that Christmas was on it's way. He had always had internal climate problems. Even in the dead of summer, he could be found in a sweater and jeans. His eyes opened a crack at the sunlight spilling across the bed and he smiled to himself. Usually the noise of having three siblings was enough to ensure he never slept in late enough for the sun to rise completely.

That thought gave him pause. Why weren't there any yells or fire alarms (from Isabelle's attempts at breakfast) filling the house? His eyes still half closed from sleep, he groggily pulled himself up. Stretching his arms above his head, he slowly looked around the room. What he saw made his eyes fly open and nearly stopped his heart. Instead of waking up to his small, organized blue and white bedroom, he appeared to be in the middle of a rainbow. Bright yellow sheets complemented purple walls and a lime-green rug. He would have laughed if he wasn't so unnerved. Apparently the shock was enough to jog his memory, and the events of last night came flooding back to him. The last thing he remembered was lying against Magnus on the couch after his embarrassing breakdown, and now he was in a very un-couch-like bed. He groaned quietly. Damn it. He already regretted his sob-fest, and he really hadn't meant to fall asleep here.

He sighed and ran a hand through his messy black hair. Pulling the canary sheets off his legs, he was relieved to spot his black and silver chair parked beside the bed. He easily lifted himself into the wheelchair and went to the door. When he pushed it open, a delicious aroma greeted him. He had to think for a moment before placing it though. Once he did, he smiled to himself ruefully. Had it really been that long since he'd had bacon?

Although he didn't quite know the layout of the apartment, he followed his nose until he reached the kitchen. Magnus was standing beside the stove in the silk pyjamas from last night, placing strips of bacon on two plates which already held golden piles of scrambled eggs. Alec sighed internally. How was it possible that everything Magnus did just screamed 'sexy'? It could be objective, since Alec was kind of dating the man, (he wasn't sure how many dates made it official, but the fact that Magnus hadn't freaked out last night seemed positive.) but he was sure that he'd never met anyone who could make serving breakfast this sensual.

"Admiring the view?" Turning from his task, Magnus fixed Alec with a teasing look.

It was all too easy for Alec to fire back, "If you mean the food, then yes."

Magnus grinned and picked up the plates. He set them on the small kitchen table and he and Alec began eating in earnest. When Alec paused, Magnus looked up at him expectantly. Alec's eyes had widened in worry and he was looking around the room anxiously.

"I have to text Izzy, they must be freaking out!"

Magnus sat down slowly, leaning back against the elaborately carved chair. He waved a nonchalant hand. "Don't worry about that darling. I sent her a message last night after you fell asleep." Seeing how this made Alec relax, he couldn't resist adding, "As far as your parents know, you spent the night at a brothel."

"Magnus!" Alec exclaimed, nearly spewing eggs all over the table.

"It was a joke Alexander. She told them you're at a friends'."

Alec breathed a sigh of relief. He was safe, for now at least. He didn't want to think about what Isabelle would do to him when he came home. He shot Magnus a small smile. "Um, thanks."

Magnus looked a bit confused, "It's not like it was a very difficult thing to do. I already had her number."

Alec blushed. "I-I meant about last night. I shouldn't have bothered you, I just didn't know where else to go, and-"

Magnus' eyes were sparkling again, filled with the same glow as they had held the evening previous. Before Alec knew what was happening, Magnus had leaned across the small table and captured Alec's lips with his own. Alec let out a little gasp of surprise before his lips were moving against Magnus'. Magnus lips were sweet and soft and tasted faintly of strawberry chap stick. They parted Alec's lips with a skill that made Alec moan in the back of his throat. When they had to reluctantly come up for air, Magnus moved his mouth beside Alec's ear. "You really need to stop apologizing." he breathed.

Alec blushed again, his pale cheeks flooding with a colour that now matched his lips. With a smile that looked suspiciously like a smirk, Magnus stood up and cleared the table. As he moved, his voice teasingly asked, "So, Alec, what were your plans for today? Secret dates with your plethora of suitors?"

Alec's eyes widened. "No!" he said forcefully. Who even talked like that? 'Plethora of suitors' really? "Um, no. I was actually going to pick up a few Christmas presents."

Magnus smiled. "Good luck with that sweetheart. Have you looked outside this morning?"

Confused, Alec rolled to the window, where to his dismay, he saw the street covered in a thick layer of sparkling white snow. "Oh." was all he managed to say.

Magnus frowned. "You don't like snow?"

"Well, it's kind of difficult to push a wheel chair through it." Alec said.

Magnus smiled. "Well, as the snow plow may take a while..."

Alec and Magnus spent the day inside, curled up in front of the TV. When the sky began to grow dark again and the streets were cleared of snow, Alec left reluctantly for his home, dreading facing his family again.


Thanks so much for reading! I know this chapter was short, but I have writer's block. If anyone has suggestions about where they want this to go, then please, please tell me. Next chapter will be up in a few days.

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