Most Likely To…

"Are you really up for a party? Because, if you're not, I can totally stay home with you. I mean, I understand if you don't want to party with a bunch of students," Alec said without taking a break to breathe. He was nervous about letting the entire university know that he was dating one of the professors. Magnus looked smug now.

"Do you not want to go?"

"Honestly, I would rather go watch a movie or something," Alec shrugged.

"I would like to see you at a party. I've only ever seen you at parties after a concert. That always seems like work for you," Magnus replied.

"Because it is work. I'm not great with parties," Alec admitted. What he really meant was that he wasn't good with such a big crowd looking at him with judgment for having brought a professor to a campus party. They were all adults, sure, but Magnus was one of the hotter professors, and people were bound to get in the way of whatever they had at the moment.

"I'll help you pick an outfit? People will stare at you with hunger."

"You're not really helping, you know that, right?" Alec rolled his eyes. Magnus pulled him down on top of him as he was placed on Alec's chair. Alec leaned his face down to kiss Magnus gently. His heart skipped. He was so nervous about every single thing he did, now that Magnus had told him he loved him. Alec still couldn't believe how lucky he was, and perhaps that's why he was nervous – he was nervous that Magnus would regret everything. Everything had been easy before, when they were just falling in love. Now Alec had to think about telling his family soon. It was all so nerve-wracking. "What do you propose I wear then?" he asked to push his thoughts aside and focus on the now. Magnus softly pushed Alec off him and went to his closet. It took him a few minutes, and the quest seemed to need great consideration. Eventually, he threw a pair of ripped black skinny jeans and a white dress shirt and a beige sweater on the bed.

"Try this," he smiled.

"The shirt has holes in it?"

"Do you have any sweaters without holes?"

"Well, you need at least four holes…" Alec began and Magnus chuckled.

"I didn't think so. It will just have to look like a fashion statement, or you know, we could go buy you a new sweater?"

"This one will do, I think," Alec replied quickly and started to change his clothes. Once he was shirtless, Magnus quickly sprayed cologne onto him. "Thanks," Alec narrowed his eyes with suspicion.

"You didn't smell bad, but you know, this will make the girls go crazy."

"Remind me, why would you want them to go crazy?"

"It's fun for me. Because I get to take you home," Magnus smirked.

"We'll see about that," Alec joked, but he didn't reveal the humor in his voice. He pulled his hair back into a bun, like he usually wore it when he was playing. "What will you wear? Do I get to decide?" Alec wondered. Magnus had to think about it for a moment.

"That seems fair, I guess," he shrugged.

They went back to Magnus', and Alec began to search his closet. He hadn't had a plan when he first suggested he picked Magnus' outfit, but after going through the man's wardrobe, he suddenly had an idea. While Alec's closet was full of clothes of somewhat the same neutral colors and without much pattern, so that everything went well with everything, Magnus' wardrobe was full of colors and patterns that would look awful if you put them together. So that's exactly what Alec did – on purpose, because he wasn't completely blind. Magnus ended up in blue velvet pants, a red shirt and a blue blazer, and to top it off – an orange scarf. He looked like a douche from the seventies.

"Are you having fun now?" Magnus scowled.

"Very much," Alec smirked.

"Why on earth would this ever please you to look at?"

"I didn't say it did. But it will please me greatly when no one else looks at you twice," Alec admitted. "I know what's underneath it, so I can see past it," he shrugged.

"You're an idiot if you think I'll go to a party wearing this."
"It's your clothes?" Alec said innocently.

"You're so bad," Magnus said, but he couldn't hide his amusement anymore.

"Does that mean you don't want to go?" he asked, feeling hopeful.

"No, it means I'm going to change."

"Fine, I'll find something better for you to wear," Alec sighed and dug out a few pieces of clothing he knew looked great on Magnus. Magnus was now wearing a burgundy blazer, with a black dress shirt and matching burgundy skinny jeans. The man looked impressed with Alec's new choice.

"Not bad," he smirked. It wasn't bad at all. Magnus looked incredibly sexy, which wasn't much due to the clothes, but it helped. "Can I wear make-up?" The question took Alec off-guard and he blinked for a moment. "Don't be shocked, this is the only time I'll ever ask permission. I thought we were doing a thing here. I decide what you're wearing, you decide what I wear?"

"I did my own hair, you can do your own make-up," Alec chuckled.

"That's because it looks hot when you do your hair like that," Magnus winked.

"Well, I like the way you do your make-up, so I'll leave you to it and find us something to drink. We're early." Alec left the bedroom, because frankly, he was starting to get nauseas from this conversation. He liked Magnus to be commanding and confident, which he hadn't dropped, but asking questions about his appearance wasn't something Alec enjoyed being part of. The question in itself sent out a message of insecurity. Alec had just poured himself some rum and coke, when someone knocked on Magnus' front door. "Did you invite someone?"

"No?" Magnus called from the bathroom. Alec went to open the door, and found Izzy and Clary on the doorstep.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded.

"We want to drink before the party, but we don't have any booze. And we don't really have much money left this month, so we figured we would go to the most likely place with free booze," Izzy explained quickly.

"Magnus, someone wants to drink your booze for free?!" Alec called, as he let the girls in.

"Well, tell them…" Magnus appeared in the living room. "Oh, hello girls. You look stunning as usual. Have at it."

Maybe it wasn't going to be such a terrible night after all. He would have his best friends with him. Well, most of them. He still thought of Aline on occasions like this, where he needed someone who was as socially shy as he was. He turned on some music and started on the drinks along with the girls, while they waited for Magnus. Izzy said that Jace was running late because of work, and Simon would also join them at the party, because he had some studies he needed to do with his classmates. Alec didn't really mind much. And he definitely didn't mind once Magnus joined them in the living room. He looked stunning. Alec had never really believed there was anything odd about men using make-up, it wasn't necessarily feminine. What he did think odd was society's obsession with masculinity. It was starting to become an epidemic, and people were too often scared to lose some part of their masculinity if they did something they considered feminine. Magnus had the androgynous look down to the point where no other person Alec knew could measure next to him. Magnus was wearing black, grey and silver eye-shadow, creating smokey eyes along with a perfectly pointed black eyeliner. His eyes would most likely stand out in the dark, due to the amount of silver on them as a bright contrast to his nearly yellow eyes. Alec's eyes ran over Magnus wearing the outfit he'd picked out. He looked staggering. Alec got to his feet and moved to Magnus, who he now noticed, was actually blushing a bit at Alec's attention. Alec didn't even care about the audience, he knew this particular audience didn't care either, so he planted a heavy kiss on Magnus' lips and he could feel the man's heart slamming against his chest. You couldn't fake that feeling.

"Breathtaking," Alec murmured against Magnus' mouth, so the girls couldn't hear it over the music Izzy had picked out. Alec pulled his arms around Magnus' waist and kissed him again. Izzy cleared her throat.

"We're still here," she reminded them. Alec rolled his eyes so only Magnus could see it, and it earned him a shy smile in return. Magnus' heart was still beating faster than usual.

"Maybe we should stay home after all?" he whispered. Alec frowned, and Magnus glanced down. Alec discreetly followed his glance, and noticed Magnus was getting hard in his skinny jeans. Alec suppressed a chuckle, and looked into Magnus' eyes.

"Now?" he mouthed, and was thankful that his back was towards the girls. Magnus shrugged.

"No one's ever looked at me like that before," Magnus admitted. Alec leaned in and whispered into Magnus' ear.

"Bathroom in two?"

Magnus glanced over Alec's shoulder, and went straight for the bathroom. When Alec turned back around, the girls were mixing a new drink.

"Problem?" Izzy asked.

"No. Erh, Magnus forgot to find a nail polish to match his make-up. I should go help him," Alec tried to cover up with the worst excuse ever.

"Of course," Izzy smirked.

By now Alec didn't even care, he went to the bathroom and locked the door behind him. Magnus' cheeks were burning pink.

"I don't know what's happening to me, I…" he stopped himself. "I'm usually able to control it somewhat, but…"

"Because of the way I looked at you?" Alec wondered. Magnus nodded.

"I feel like a teenager," he replied in a tone that revealed just how ridiculous he probably felt. Alec suddenly felt the urge to laugh, he knew it was a horrible thing to do in this situation and Magnus hit him not so lightly on the arm. It probably wasn't much unlike the way Alec had felt the first time they'd had sex. "I hate you," Magnus said, but there was humor in his voice.

"No you don't," Alec smirked.

"No I don't," he sighed.

"We'll go to the party, we'll dance a bit and have a few drinks and then we'll go home and I'll take care of that," Alec glanced down at Magnus' crotch.

"Can I change into suit pants instead of skinny jeans?"

"No. But I'll try not to look at you too much," Alec tried desperately to hold down his amusement and confidence, but it was difficult seeing how the tables had turned.

Alec walked back out to the girls and poured himself some whiskey on the rocks. He'd never been much of a drinker, but he thought he needed the encouragement tonight, and whiskey seemed to be a kind of alcohol suitable for a drummer slash songwriter. It burned all the way down, but it didn't keep Alec from pouring himself another glass, before settling down next to Izzy.

"Doing alright?" she asked.

"Fine," he smiled back. "What are you doing?" He nodded towards Izzy's phone, which she was searching through.

"We're finding questions for 'most likely to'," Izzy replied. You could always count on Izzy to find some kind of drinking game. While Izzy continued to find questions and eventually found an app, Magnus came back into the living room.

"Which nail polish did you decide on?" Clary asked innocently. Magnus looked confused for a moment, and Alec shot him a look. Luckily, he was already wearing nail polish and flashed his nails for her. "Pretty," she smiled.

"Apparently we're doing 'most likely to'," Alec rolled his eyes.

"Fun, although, I don't know you two very well," Magnus shrugged.

"You'll get to know us," Clary replied sweetly.

"Okay, so I'll read the question and then we count to three and point at the person, each person drinks every time someone points at them, if everyone points at them they take four sips," Izzy explained.

"We know the game, Izzy," Alec sighed.

"Most likely to lose their temper?" Izzy read, glancing at Alec disapprovingly. They counted to three and everybody but Alec pointed at Alec. Alec thought his sister was pretty good at losing her temper as well, but apparently none of them agreed with him. He took three sips of his whiskey. Magnus had found some kind of blue drink for himself, and seemed to enjoy how Alec was often the one everybody pointed to. They all agreed that he was most likely to fall asleep at a party, to get into a fight, and to forget something important. However, Izzy got a few that everyone could agree on as well; she would most likely be the one to survive a zombie apocalypse, everyone could agree on that. Clary was honored that the three of them all agreed that she was most likely to become president, then they all decided that despite his absence, Simon would most likely be her vice president. Then the tables seemed to turn again, and everyone was pointing to Magnus at each question; such as, most likely to have better dance moves (which Magnus unashamedly agreed on), most likely to break out in song in public (though Clary had the better voice for it), most likely to take longest getting ready was half and half between Magnus and Izzy, and most likely to be able to cook a good meal was once again all on Magnus.

"Is that some sort of Asian stereotype?" he frowned.

"No, but you do have the most food in your kitchen," Izzy shrugged.

"That's because the three of you don't have a kitchen of your own," Magnus rolled his eyes.

They continued for almost two hours of mixed fun and bickering. Jace eventually joined them for the last round, before they headed back to campus for the party. They were far from the first people to arrive at the party, probably because they had been drinking at Magnus' for so long before going. Alec could feel the alcohol in between his eyes, but he still felt self-conscious about touching Magnus and kept a fair distance.

"Would you relax, everybody already knows about you," Jace nudged his friend. Jace always noticed these things for some reason. Or he had been the one to tell the entire campus about them. Either way, Jace was right. It was none of their business anyway. But he still felt like everyone was staring at them.

Alec remembered his promise, and tried not to look at Magnus all night. Magnus seemed kind of drunk himself, and kept caressing Alec's back and arms lightly, whenever he was with him. Despite his own drunkenness, one set of staring eyes kept prickling against Alec's skin. He couldn't shake the feeling of uneasiness, as they were not kind eyes at all.

"Camille is giving me one hell of a look," Alec whispered to Magnus. Magnus looked towards the girl.

"Don't mind her," Magnus shrugged.

"I can't help it. It looks like she's trying to make my head explode with the sheer force of her mind," Alec said through gritted teeth. Magnus grinned and leaned in to kiss Alec's neck. Ice ran down his spine, and he jerked away from his boyfriend. "What are you doing?!"

Magnus looked hurt.

"Are you afraid of her?"

"I…" Alec was probably afraid of her and that's what his body had reacted to. He knew how influential she was at school, and she could be very convincing. But he also knew he shouldn't be afraid, because he had a professor on his side. "Are you entirely sure you're allowed to date a student?"

"You're an adult," Magnus rolled his eyes. "Besides, you're not my student, you're a student, there's probably a difference in there somewhere."

"Right. Of course," Alec could hear the tremble in his voice. Magnus gave him a compassionate smile then.

"I'll go get a refill." And then he disappeared into the crowd. Almost as if on cue, Jace was at Alec's side.

"This party is lame," his voice almost sounded like a yawn.

"Camille Belcourt is giving me the stink eye," Alec mumbled. Jace looked in the same direction.

"Do you want me to take care of it?" Jace wriggled his eyebrows.

"Ew, no!"

"Whatever," Jace shrugged.

"Did you get Clary flowers yet?" Alec wondered, and the look Jace gave him told him it was just the right question to ask him.

"You know how I was late for this party?"

"You put flowers in her room?"

"I put so many violets in her room, she can't see her desk anymore," Jace said a bit proud of himself.

"That seems a bit much. She'll need her desk," Alec said.

"I plan to walk her back to her dorm, and then leave before she goes in. I put one of the flowers outside of her room with a little note in it, and then notes on each bouquet of flowers inside her room," Jace said.

"Wow, I'm impressed, Herondale," Alec winked. "Let's drink to that," he held up his glass of whatever this nasty sugary stuff was and bottomed up. "I should probably get a beer. Or wine," Alec grimaced.

…

Sometime after quite a few drinks and lots of dizziness, Alec thought he needed some fresh air, but on his way outside, Magnus followed him and dragged him into a dark deserted music room.

"Magnus, what are you doing? I'm feeling kind of dizzy," Alec said. Magnus locked the door behind them, but looked at Alec for a moment before making a move.

"Will you barf if I kiss you?" he asked. Alec sniggered. He was dizzy, but he wasn't nauseas. He focused his eyes on Magnus and couldn't help looking at him somewhat the same way he had back home.

"I can't imagine how that would make me barf," he smirked. Magnus bit his lower lip and stepped closer, pushing Alec up against a grand piano. Alec's breathing quickened, and his pulse was ringing in his ears, alcohol rushing through his body. "Magnus…" he whispered, just before Magnus kissed him. His lips tasted like oranges and vodka, and Alec pulled him closer. Magnus reached around and grabbed Alec's ass, as if they were a couple of teenagers. Alec didn't mind. Magnus' hands slipped up under Alec's shirt at the back, running his fingers over his spine. Alec pulled his arms around Magnus' neck, dragging him closer still.

"Alec," he mumbled.

"Let's go home. I'll let you have your way with me," Alec breathed. Magnus' lips quirked.

"I like it when you talk dirty to me," Magnus teased.

"I mean it though."

"I know you do," Magnus smile was soft now. Alec leaned in and licked that beautiful smile, biting down slightly on Magnus' lower lip. "Fuck, you're so hot tonight," he sighed.

"Does that have anything to do with you dressing me?"

"Maybe. Probably," he smirked. "Let's go. This party is boring anyway."

They ran out of the classroom, down the stairs towards the entrance, and almost ran into Jocelyn – literally.

"Sorry," Magnus chuckled, hand still entangled in Alec's. Jocelyn glanced at their hands for a second, and then smiled.

"You're in a hurry," she grinned. Alec had only ever met Clary's mother once before, but he knew she was a good colleague of Magnus'.

"Jocelyn, you know Alec. I'm sure I've mentioned him once or twice," Magnus smiled. You could tell just from his smile how drunk he was.

"Sure. Clary is in his band," Jocelyn raised her eyebrows.

"Right, it's not my band," Alec pointed out drunkenly.

"Clary told me about L.A."

"Huh?"

"The festival," Jocelyn reminded him.

"Yeah, right. It's exciting," Alec shrugged awkwardly.

"Well, you're both very obviously drunk and up to no good, so I'll let you to it. I was just going to get something for classes on Monday, so don't mind me," she smiled politely. Clary looked so much like her mother, Alec noticed, it was almost uncanny. Jocelyn started to walk away. Magnus looked at Alec for a moment, and told him to wait for a second. Alec stayed by the door, and Magnus ran up to Jocelyn. Alec could still hear them, even though Magnus whispered.

"Have you told the rest of the staff… about us?" he glanced down at Alec for a split second.

"No, why would I?" Jocelyn looked puzzled.

"No reason, it's just, you know some of them are a bit… old-fashioned?"

"Magnus, I trust you know what you're doing. He's an adult, and so are you," she shrugged.

"Thanks, biscuit."

"Just remember to invite me to your wedding," she winked. Magnus just waved the back of his hand at her, as he walked back to Alec.

"What was that about?"

"Don't mind her. Just pretend you met future Clary," Magnus winked.

"I know she's Clary's mom. And I know she's your colleague. Is she fine with… you know, us?"

"It seems like it," he shrugged.

…

The air felt like a relief against Alec's burning cheeks. He was more drunk than he'd realized, and he had to steady himself against Magnus. When they arrived at Magnus' apartment, Alec felt out of breath. Although he was drunk, he clearly remembered what he'd promised Magnus. He also knew, deep within himself that he was glad he was this drunk or he would probably be even more nervous, which wouldn't be very attractive.

"Magnus…" he said, as he closed the door behind them. Magnus turned to him with a warm smile.

"Let's just curl up in bed and watch RuPaul's Drag Race until we fall asleep?"

"Is that what you want?" Alec wondered. Magnus let out a low growl, a sort of mixed sigh and chuckle. He bit his lower lip and looked at Alec in the outfit he had chosen for him.

"You're drunk, and I don't want to take advantage of that," he sighed, closing his eyes.

"You should take advantage of it. Please? I'm not so drunk that I will forget it in the morning," Alec assured him. Magnus looked back at him and held out his hand. Alec took the outstretched hand and Magnus pulled him closer.

"Can you look at me like that again?" he asked in a whisper. Alec smirked, and took a step back again. He took in all of Magnus' stunning beauty; rings on his fingers, tight jeans, sharp shoulders, spiked hair, and his eyes ran over the man's face, reading his expression – eyes wide with curiosity, lips slightly parted and perfectly full. "That is the most irresistible look I've ever seen," Magnus breathed, and kissed Alec hard on his lips. Alec tugged at the other man's lips, sucked them in between his teeth and Magnus moaned into his mouth.

"Please take me to your bed?" Alec whispered shyly.

"Yes sir," Magnus smirked.

He pushed Alec down on the bed, and crawled on top of him, starting to undress him.

"I think you just made another hole in my sweater," Alec chuckled at the force of Magnus' eagerness of getting him unclothed.

"I'll buy you another one, darling." Lips met Alec's chest, where his shirt had been unbuttoned quickly. He arched his back and leaned up into the feel of Magnus' mouth on his bare skin, until the man bit down slightly. Alec just groaned. He enjoyed it. His head was spinning and Magnus worked his way expertly. Alec didn't have to do anything, which was probably best taken his current state of mind and drunkenness into consideration. Soon Magnus had them both entirely naked and Alec's heart was racing. Magnus kissed him softly, probably intending to calm him down, but it only aroused Alec more and his heart sped up. He couldn't divide his nerves from his excitement, and so he stopped trying and just leaned into the kiss, feeling Magnus' fingers prepare him like the other day. The feeling was already familiar and Alec craved more.

"Magnus," he breathed without knowing he said his name out loud.

"What?" Magnus whispered into his ear.

"I…" Alec didn't know what else to say, he'd just been moaning his boyfriend's name dreamily. For some reason Magnus didn't know what he wanted as he usually did, and Alec realized it was because the older man was nervous too. "Are you going to fuck me?" Alec found confidence. Magnus chuckled and kissed his jawline.

"Only if you want me to?"

"I want you," Alec breathed. Magnus' eyebrows quirked. "…to," Alec added.

Magnus leaned over to the bedside table and got something from the drawer. Alec heard him pop the lid and felt the cold liquid on Magnus' fingers. He wrapped his legs around Magnus' waist and Magnus slowly pressed against him. Alec reached around Magnus' back and dug his nails into his boyfriend's back. Having Magnus inside him hurt, but not in an unpleasant way, he only had to adjust. He held his breath without meaning to, and Magnus brushed his cheeks softly with his thumbs, while holding himself up on his elbows.

"Are you sure you don't want to stop?" Magnus kissed him softly, and it made everything better.

"No. Please go deeper," Alec said, not liking how his voice sounded different in his own ears. Magnus went deeper and Alec felt like he might explode. He groaned loudly and pulled his hands back, digging them into the sheets instead, so he wouldn't hurt Magnus. This was so much better than Magnus fingering him – the man was still able to hit just the right spot and it made Alec feel like his body dissolved under him. "Oh god, do that again," he exclaimed and Magnus grinned down at him, but obliged. Although it felt incredible once Alec was getting used to the feeling, he was still able to last longer than the last time, but after several minutes of whimpering, moaning, rubbing, thrusting and calling of names and fucks, Alec came harder than ever. "Nnnnnng," he exclaimed through gritted teeth, closing his eyes as he couldn't see straight. It might have been partly due to booze, but it was definitely also partly due to orgasm. Magnus let his head fall down on Alec's chest and Alec pulled his arms around Magnus, to keep him on top of him. His pulse was racing faster than ever and he was breathing like he'd just run a marathon. Magnus turned his head once in a while to kiss Alec's bare chest, but he didn't break the silence. Alec enjoyed the quietness as he came back to himself, and realized how sober he was all of a sudden. "Gosh, I'm such a fucking bottom," he said after several minutes of silence. Magnus broke into fits of giggles and it shook all the way through Alec's body as well, making him laugh with his boyfriend.

"That's what you should say when you come out to your parents," Magnus replied.

"Shh. Don't ruin the moment," Alec hushed and closed his eyes, destroying the imagination of his parents' reaction to when he decided to bring home Magnus one day.

Okay, so I finally got a few reviews several days after I posted the previous chapter. I almost thought I was starting to bore you guys! I hope that's not the case. Let me know if you need more action. And before you suggest it, I'll probably start writing Alec's 'coming out to his parents' chapter right away, so if you have a scenario of how that should go down, please share it and I'll consider it :)