Hey guys,

This chaps a bit weird. The first half's kind of just fluff, and the second half sort of me trying to get on with the plot and turning into word vomit.

Thank you all for the amazing reviews. And I'm sorry about all the tense issues in the past two chapters. See, my other multi-chapter story is written in present tense, and sometimes I write them both at once and screw them up.

Rights go to CC.

It's show time babies.

Magnus opened his eyes to see a boy pressed tightly to his chest. A boy with ruffled black hair and crispy dry cum on his chest, with pale skin and a sweet smile on his sleeping face. Alexander. His Alexander. He ran the tip of his finger across the boy's chin, taking in every detail of his sleeping boyfriend. He didn't know how an angel could be more perfect. The moment was just so perfect. He didn't want to ever wake up without the boy next to him, held close to him like he is.

"I love you," he whispered. He didn't want to wake the boy, but he couldn't make himself leave the bed. He wasn't kept waiting long, not even five minutes after he woke he was graced with a view of those perfect blue eyes.

"Morning," Alec whispered with a shy smile.

"Morning beautiful," Magnus replied, keeping his voice low as well.

"Have I told you how much I love you?" Alec asked, his smile growing.

"Yes, but I never get tired of hearing it." He kissed the tip of Alec's nose. "I love you too. Come on. We need a shower." Magnus unwound his boyfriend from his arms, and quickly got out of bed, hoping for Alec to quickly follow him. He didn't like not having the boy in his arms, even for a moment.

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

"No baby; that was last night," Magnus said with a smirk. Alec stuck his tongue out at him before beginning to stand. He stood on obviously wobbly legs before sitting back down straight away, pain apparent on his face. "Alec sweetie, are you okay?" Magnus ran over to his boyfriend's side, placing a hand on Alec's forehead, checking for a temperature.

"Yeah, fine. Just, you know, sore." Alec smiled in an obvious attempt to comfort him, but Magnus felt like an idiot. He had known Alec would be sore, he had known Alec would have a limp, or at least pain when he tried to walk, but he had forgotten in the euphoria of waking up next to his boyfriend and now lover. "It's okay Mag. I'm fine."

He offered a hand to his boyfriend, letting him lean on his side as they walked to the bathroom. "I know. I just wished there was a way to do this without you being still in pain."

"Hey, come on. Just think. Tomorrow I'll be walking around the school with a limp, showing everyone that I'm yours." Magnus laughed slightly, at the same time saddened. No one would know. They would know that Alec had sex, either that or fell down the stairs at a weird angle, but they wouldn't know it was because of him.

He led the boy to the bathroom, holding him to his side.

"Magnus, I'm fine. You don't need to help me." Alec pulled off Magnus' body and walked into the bathroom, his limp showing through enough that Magnus felt horrible for what he had done. "Look sweetie. I don't mind being a little sore." Alec walked back to him and ran a hand down his face. "Last night was the most amazing night of my life. This is just a reminder."

"I love you." Magnus kissed his boyfriend and held him tight to his chest. "Why does this moment have to end?" He rested his head on top of the boy's, running a hand through the messy black hair.

"I wish it didn't." Alec pulled out of his grasp and looked up at him, his huge eyes glimmering. "But for now, didn't you say something about a shower?"

Alec ran a hand through his wet hair, walking from the shower into the bedroom before his boyfriend. He felt the soft dull ache in his legs as he moved, but welcomed the pain. He liked the reminder that Magnus had taken his virginity from him, something he had assumed he would have for years to come. Or at least, that he would lose it to a girl first.

As he began to dig through the drawer that Magnus had let him have, he felt soft lips press against the back of his neck. He felt the little shivers travel down his spine and a blush travel to his cheeks at the touch.

"Magnus," He started, praying this would end well, "I was wondering, how someone would go about coming out of the closet?" He heard Magnus' breath hitch for a second before he felt the pressure of Magnus resting his chin on his head.

"Why do you ask baby?"

"Just curious."

"Well, in my opinion there are two ways. There's the over the top way that they do on TV where you stand up in an assembly or at prom and tell the world. That's not the way I would recommend for you honey. It's too much of a spectacle, and I know you don't like being the centre of attention," Magnus said, playing with his hair as his naked back was pressed to his boyfriend's naked front. He was comforted by the fact that Magnus knew him so well.

"What's the other way?" Alec asked, praying it was an option that was easier for him.

"The way where you don't actually come out. You just don't lie about it. If someone asks, you tell them the truth, and you don't avoid holding my hand or kissing me, but you don't make anything out of it." Magnus began kissing the back of his neck again, sucking softly on the skin there, and trailing downwards.

"I think I like that option. How bout I start with that tomorrow?" Magnus spun him around so they were facing, and he stared into those bright green eyes that grounded him to this Earth. He grinned and leaned up to kiss his gorgeous boyfriend on the lips. "Because I really don't want to have to last through 6 hours of school without being able to do that."

"I'd be good with it," Magnus said with a smirk. "But I think right now we should do something that we can't do at school." With that Magnus kissed him, a lot harder and deeper than his kiss had been. Magnus spun him back around, pressing his hard on against his crack.

"Magnus, oh god, I don't think, fuck that's good, I'm ready for, don't stop, round two yet." Magnus didn't halt his insistent rocking, but he didn't enter.

"Course not babe, I was more thinking that we could try something a little new." New? What hadn't they tried yet? They had done blow jobs and hand jobs and if they weren't having sex then what were they going to do? He felt Magnus lips kiss their way down his spine, his tongue running down the tiny notches in his back, until Magnus was on his knees and his mouth was placing soft kisses on his ass.

"Magnus, what are you…" He trailed off, his voice suddenly losing all function as he felt that amazing tongue run over his hole. His breath began to come out in pants as his cock twitched in excitement. "Oh. That." He felt that tongue that was apparently a lot more talented than he knew plunge into his hole and clenched onto the chest of drawers, his nails digging into the dark wood. "Fuck," He whispered, the feeling so odd and yet pleasurable at the same time.

Magnus wrapped an arm around his boyfriend, his long fingers running over the thin fabric of the pale boy's t-shirt. He lay draped across his couch with Alec lying on top of him, his chest pressed to the smaller boy's back. The position was so natural, so comfortable, so right. He wished Alec would move in with him. The boy was there a lot, but it wasn't enough. He wanted the boy all the time.

"Mag?"

"Hmm, yes sweetie?' He replied, kissing his boyfriend's temple.

"What are you planning on doing after high school? You know, college wise?"

"I'm probably just going to go to NYU with the rest of the trio and study fashion. What about you?"

"I would love to go to an art school, but I doubt my parents would pay for my tuition if I did." Magnus ran a soothing hand over the boy's stomach, playing with the fabric. "They don't think art is a good use of my time."

"I love your artwork. It's beautiful," Magnus whispered into the boy's ear.

"Thanks Mag, but still. They want me to go to Stanford or something."

"Well than, let's not rely on your parents." Magnus sat up, pushing the boy on top of him into a sitting position, and reached over onto the coffee table to pick up his laptop. He opened up Google and typed in a search.

"'Art school scholarships'," Alec read aloud from next to him, and he felt a hand run through his hair, the sweet gesture wonderful, though he willed himself not to get distracted. Magnus scrolled past a few pages until he came across one for an Academy of the Arts in London. He opens the page, a tab opening for scholarships. "Magnus, I know that school. It's considered one of the best Art Academies in the world. There's no way I would even get accepted, let alone get a scholarship." Alec's self doubt bothered Magnus. He thought the absolute world of the boy, how could he not see those things in himself?

"No harm in trying right?" Magnus said kissing the boys cheek softly. "Look, it says you just send in the application and some of your original work. Oh, and some recommendations. But that shouldn't be hard. I mean your families really important in the business world right? I'm sure you could find some people willing to recommend you." Alec smiled at him, at small toothless smile that showed off his deep dimples, which he proceeded to kiss.

"Fine. I'll apply. But I'm not going to get a scholarship with a few pieces of shitty gothic artwork."

"We'll see."

Okay, I know that last bit's kind of weird and random, but trust me, it's important to the later plot, even if it doesn't seem so now.

I was going to make that rimming scene real descriptive, but I've just given you guys 2 chapters of straight smut, so I decided to make this chap relatively smut-free.

I know this chap's short, but I was kind of struggling to get it out. But I know what I'm doing next chap thank god.

Review please

I love you all,

Mae