Alec Lightwood with the heavy sense of a hangover, the worst he'd ever had, and he was immediately grateful when, upon opening his eyes, there was only a little bit of dim light in the bedroom, filtering in through the gap between the dark green curtains. Alec sighed, bringing a hand up to rub his temples, before he turned over, and found himself very close to Magnus.
Still sound asleep, Magnus looked so calm; no smile, no frown, no glittering eyes. He also looked very human. With his eyes closed, you couldn't see that they were yellow-green, with slit pupils. The white duvet covered his torso, and his missing navel. Alec didn't mind Magnus' Warlock marks in the slightest, and why should he? They were just as much a part of Magnus as his own Shadowhunter marks were a part of Alec.
Alec remembered falling asleep next to Magnus the night before, though the cover hadn't been over them then- Magnus must have moved it while Alec was asleep. Magnus had smelt of alcohol- something more sophisticated than beer. Alec had felt heavy and awkward, as always, though Magnus had certainly soothed his nerves by pressing soft kisses to his jaw.
Magnus had seemed to cool the previous night, even more than before, and it had struck Alec hard, that Magnus was so much more experienced. Alec had never even kissed anyone before Magnus, but the Warlock had been around a long time, so of course he was well-versed in the art of seduction. He was an expert, with guys and girls, and that made Alec feel very insecure, but he returned Magnus' kisses all the same.
Drunk and disorientated, they had been stripped of their status. Alec was not a Shadowhunter of the New York Institute, and Magnus was not the High Warlock of Brooklyn. They were just two guys.
Magnus had pulled back from a kiss and he'd looked down at Alec with this incredibly soft smile playing on his lips. "Well," He'd said, voice low and really very attractive, "Sleep well." And then he'd turned over and tried to sleep. Alec had been left staring up at the ceiling and feeling more and more confused by the second. He looked at Magnus' back, and while they were both fully dressed, he could see the Warlock's strong shoulder blades through his t-shirt.
Alec had actually groaned as he, too, rolled over- because, really, he wouldn't have been able to sleep while looking at those shoulders and Magnus' soft, tousled hair. They both pretended to sleep for about forty minutes before they could actually fall asleep.
Now, Alec sat up and pushed his plush white pillows up against the mahogany headboard, sitting back against it. The bed was warm and comfortable and Alec was greatly enjoying being this close to Magnus. He didn't want to get up, but before he could talk himself into laying back down, a sharp ring alerted him, and he jolted at the sound. He pulled his phone from his pocket, very aware that it was still ringing, and probably waking Magnus up.
"Hello?" Alec asked, his own voice hurting his hangover.
"Hey, stranger," Came the reply: Izzy.
"What do you want, Izzy?" Alec asked quietly, looking warily at Magnus, who stirred but slept on.
She seemed to know immediately what was going on, "Alexander Gideon Lightwood, are you with someone?" Her voice was becoming more shrill by the word, as it often did when she was this excited. "You're whispering." She said, "You're in bed right now, aren't you?" He could hear the grin in her voice. "Who is it, who is it?" She pestered.
Frowning, he shook his head- not realising that she couldn't see him- and spoke again, still quiet, "No, I'm just hungover." That wasn't technically a lie.
Izzy wasn't buying it, though. She decided to let it go anyway. Voice smug, she said, "Me, Jace and Max are going to see a movie, and then getting some lunch. I rung to ask if you wanted to join us, but you're obviously busy." She smirked on the other end of the phone, "You can tell me all about it later, bro, just enjoy snuggling with the lucky guy for now."
Alec sighed, "Yeah, sure," His voice was dripping with sarcasm, but he cast a nervous glance at Magnus anyway. "I'll see you later. And I don't have to tell you anything." He smirked now.
Izzy was frowning as she replied, "Ah, yeah, you do," She argued, "If you don't promise on the Angel to tell me everything when you get home, I'll come over to Magnus' right now. With Jace and Max, too. They will be scarred for life if they have to see you and Magnus doing it."
Alec cringed, feeling scarred himself, "Fine." He agreed, resisting the urge to say he wasn't at Magnus' because that seemed ungrateful, considering what he had done with the Warlock the previous night, even if they hadn't actually done anything serious. On the one hand, he didn't want to tell her everything, because who would want to talk to their little sister about kissing boys? On the other hand, she wast gonna give him any peace until he agreed. "I swear on the Angel to tell you some stuff."
"Okay, bye!" Izzy exclaimed down the phone, and promptly hung up.
Alec looked down at his phone, smiling despite himself, and then set it down on the mahogany bedside table before looking back at Magnus, only to see that those yellow-green eyes were open now, and he was smiling at Alec the same way he smiled at the Chairman if he did something especially cute.
"Good morning," The Warlock said, voice soft and sleepy.
Alec smiled apologetically, "Sorry I woke you up." Alec let his eyes wander over Magnus' head, from his spectacularly messy hair to the barely there stubble on his jawline. Alec bit his lip. "That was Izzy. She already knew I was here." He chuckled.
Magnus grinned, "And you didn't say you weren't." He commented, his tone somewhere between pride and curiosity.
Torn between embarrassment and glee, Alec smiled, "No," he said uncomfortably, "I didn't." He looked down at the duvet pooling around his waist.
"How about we clean my apartment and then lunch is on me?" Magnus offered, to which Alec smiled broadly and nodded, mumbling 'I'd like that' under his breath.
