A/N: So...you guys know I take my reviews seriously. So when I was asked if I thought the last chapter was too much (sex), I spent A LOT of time thinking about my answer and wondering if perhaps it was. See it didn't get many reviews so I don't know what most people think about it. I decided that I don't think it was too much, and I want to spend a few minutes explaining why. If you are not interested in that, feel free to scroll down to where the bold type ends and pick up the story.

First, I hadn't actually planned on any sex until they got to Miami, but, once I started writing it just kind of happened. Magnus was so incredibly adorable and sexy as he experienced the luxury that Alec had known, and taken for granted, his entire life. Alec suddenly wanted to make it as memorable as possible. It really wasn't about the sex, per se, as much as it was about elevating Magnus's experience. Does that make any sense? I don't know, but that's how it came to be.

Second, this was the first time that Alec had been alone with his boyfriend in his father's limo and jet. He had never experienced any of those things either, and he knew that opportunities like that didn't arise every day. So he took advantage of the opportunity when it did. He knew that Cammie and Austin would be with them on the trip back, and he hopes that his family will be going with them on the next vacation (meaning that Magnus finally agreed to meet the family and everything is cool...we'll see if that ever happens ;)).

The chapter honestly wrote itself, and I wouldn't change it. I like the chapter, I like the emotions behind it (perhaps those didn't come through as well as I had hoped...?), and I like the way they interact with each other. I have always (even in the books) thought of Magnus and Alec highly sexual people (especially Magnus, duh) and I think if CC had developed their relationship more in the books, we would have seen even more than what we saw with Jace and Clary. For proof of that, check out the Bane Chronicles.

Anyway, I just wanted to give an explanation, and apologize for not doing my job better. And, shit, if I offended anyone, I am so, so sorry! I have A LOT planned for this story, and I won't change the plot, but I can at least warn you guys better, if needed.

Thanks again to everyone who has read, followed or favorited this story, and especially to everyone who reviews and lets me know how you feel about it! I love you all.

When they stepped off the airplane in Miami, there was already a car waiting for them with their luggage already stowed away. Alec and Magnus shook hands with Marty and his co-pilot, who Alec recognized as a young guy named Tim that had flown the Lightwood jet with Marty before on occasion. They all chatted briefly before descending the steps and climbing into the car Robert Lightwood had arranged to pick them up. This car was not a limo, not near as private, but there was a divider screen. The driver already had instructions on where to take them, so Alec leaned back in the soft leather seats and studied Magnus.

So far, so good. Magnus was handling everything like Alec had hoped he would. His shoulders were relaxed, an easy smile on his face as he looked at Alec then reached out to take his hand. He had talked and laughed with Marty and Tim, never seeming uncomfortable in their presence. All these things Alec took as good signs. He wanted Magnus to be comfortable around his family and friends, and Marty was sort of an extension of that. He was an employee, but one his father trusted to fly his family around the world, and to let his son sit in the man's lap while he pretended to fly the plane. This was definitely a step in the right direction.

Twenty minutes later, the car pulled up in front of a spacious beach house that Alec had only visited a few times in his entire life. How frivolous to own a house that rarely gets used. Though, that was not really true. Robert used a real estate company to rent out all their properties when the family wasn't using them, and to keep up with maintenance on those properties. They were all a minor source of income for the Lightwood's.

This particular house was nestled on a large expanse of sandy white beach and shaded by palm trees. It was stylish with a Spanish theme that was popular in that part of the country. Alec supposed the term 'house' was an understatement. This was more like a mansion. He couldn't remember how many bedrooms it had, but was pretty sure the place could hold everyone he knew comfortably. His dad had purchased this house several years ago, and Alec wondered if Robert knew it was located on the edge of one of the gay beaches. He hadn't realized it until he did some research trying to decide where he and Magnus should spend their month of vacation. He chuckled softly to himself.

He led Magnus into the house, disarming the security system. The first floor had an open concept and was larger than the common room in their dormitory. A state-of-the-art kitchen provided a focal point at the back of the house with numerous overstuffed couches and chairs occupying the forefront.

Alec glanced at Magnus to see his reaction. He knew Magnus had never been exposed to luxury like this, and suddenly felt worried that he would be overwhelmed. They were hundreds of miles away from New York and the refuge of Will's house. He wasn't sure what Magnus would do or where he would go if he needed to escape. Perhaps this hadn't been Alec's best idea ever…

But Magnus, once again, seemed to be doing fine. His eyes were wide with appreciation and feasting on the extravagance this house had to offer. He ran his hand along the soft, plush arm of the couch, then strolled over to the enormous fireplace and leaned his arm against the mantel. He looked up at Alec, an incredulous smile on his face.

"Is this what your home in Manhattan looks like?" he said in an awed voice.

Alec shrugged. "Not really. I mean, it's just as showy, but a different style." He grinned sheepishly. "It's New York, not Miami."

Magnus nodded as if he understood. Alec wondered if he did. He doubted it. Most people who didn't grow up with the kind of money the Lightwoods had would struggle to comprehend it. Hell, sometimes Alec struggled to comprehend it, but that was mostly because he didn't really care about the money. He didn't like to dress up, he didn't care about owning sports cars and fancy houses. He was doing this for Magnus. The only reason they were staying here is because it wouldn't cost any money. He would have been perfectly happy in a tiny hotel room or a one-bedroom shack or a tent or…absolutely anywhere as long as he was with Magnus.

Magnus's eyes were following the high arch leading into the dining room, the line of the twenty foot ceiling, the graceful arc of the magnificent staircase. His gaze lighted on Alec and he said, "So this is how the other half lives…"

Alec laughed. "This is how you will be living in a few years."

Magnus's eyes widened. "What?"

"Magnus," Alec began patiently, "you will be making a couple million a year when you get drafted. Then, once you prove yourself and get a max contract, you'll be so rich you won't know what to do with yourself." He grinned at the look on Magnus's face. "I've been doing some research. There were several young guys this year that got a max contract for like eighty million dollars. It could happen, Magnus."

Alec thought Magnus was surprised that Alec could talk NBA contracts now, when he had been woefully ignorant when they first met. But no. As Magnus sank to the couch with the weight of those numbers, Alec realized he had never really thought about the amount of money he stood to make if he could shine in the NBA like he has in college. In fact, Alec was pretty sure Magnus hadn't thought much past getting drafted and playing professional basketball. He hadn't cared about the rest of it. Alec vowed silently to one day get his dad to teach Magnus some business skills. He didn't want some organization dicking him around because he was naïve about the business.

Alec sat next to him and patted his leg. "Come on, let's go choose a bedroom."

Magnus met his gaze and nodded, though he still looked a little stunned. They carried their luggage up the stairs and found a multitude of rooms on the second floor. There was an entertainment room with a pool table and several other games, an enormous flat screen TV attached to one wall, and a library of books, video games and board games. They found a room with a sauna next. "Who puts a freaking sauna on the second floor?" Alec said, shaking his head.

They found not one, but several 'master suites.' They were all slightly different, each a different layout and color scheme. Each had a master bath with a Jacuzzi tub and open showers. Each had a walk-in closet that was larger than their dorm room in New York. After scoping them all, they decided to chose the bedroom with the exotic animal prints because they found it hilarious. Zebra and leopard and giraffe designs covered the bed and floor and walls of the room.

Alec gave Magnus a lopsided grin and said, "No animals were harmed in the making of this room," to which Magnus snorted.

Since the pair had already had morning sex and a nap, they decided it was time to hit the beach. After a quick change into more appropriate beach attire, slathering themselves with sunscreen, and grabbing towels and water bottles, they headed toward the back door. They paused for a moment to marvel at the indoor/outdoor pool and the hot tub.

"Later," Alec said with a grin as he led the way into the soft sand and down to the beach. It was early afternoon and the beach was moderately crowded. Alec looked in both directions. To the left, off in the distance, were families with small children running around. To the right? All men. This was the outer edge of a popular gay beach, and Alec felt a thrill shimmy through his body at the thought.

He took a few steps toward the men, casually observing them. It was only then that he realized how little exposure he had had to gay culture. He was the one who was out and somewhat experienced, but he was not flamboyant. He didn't wear his attraction to men like a badge of honor like some gay men did. He didn't dress or speak or act like the stereotypical image of gay men. He suspected that most gay men didn't act stereotypical, but he didn't know for sure.

As he watched the couples on the beach in front of him, he realized there were very few of them that he would have pegged as gay, aside from the fact that they were holding hands or kissing or rubbing lotion on another man. They mostly looked like completely normal men. This thought gave him a weird mixture of feelings.

On one hand, they were completely normal men. They had jobs and hobbies and families just like everyone else. They came from all walks of life, just like the rest of the population. There was nothing different about them, except the fact they liked the same sex. This was a place that Magnus could feel safe and comfortable with his sexuality, he was sure of it. These people were bankers and lawyers and teachers and doctors and, yes, athletes.

On the other hand, he was shocked by his lack of experience with gay culture. He had not grown up with a gay role model, or even gay friends, really. He'd had a couple of boyfriends in high school, but neither of them were the type that screamed I'm a gay man! Neither of them were likely to one day live in a gay community and have primarily gay friends. He was too young to go to gay bars, and didn't know any places to hang out with other gay people. He suddenly felt this was going to be an eye-opening experience for him, as much as it would be for Magnus.

They edged their way along the beach until they were smack in the middle of a group of guys playing volleyball on the beach. They stretched out their blankets and took off their shirts before flopping down on the ground. In this setting, Alec wanted so badly to reach over and take Magnus's hand in his, but he didn't want to be the one to make the first move. He didn't want Magnus to feel uncomfortable in any way. Besides, they had plenty of time. No need to freak Magnus out in the first hour of being in Florida.

Alec leaned back, propping himself on his arms, and watched the volleyball game progress. There were six guys on each team, all tanned and shirtless and very attractive. Sweaty. The team on the right scored a point and the guy serving the ball received a brief kiss from a very tall, slender, gorgeous guy on his team. Alec felt a tingle inside him that he couldn't explain.

He glanced at Magnus, who seemed to be comfortably relaxed. He let his eyes wander over Magnus's form. Magnus, leaning back in a similar position to Alec's, his honey skin shining in the sunlight, surrounded by brilliant white sand. His eyes were closed and he looked so incredibly peaceful. This is what Alec had wanted more than anything. A chance to take Magnus away from the stress and expectations of their normal lives. A place where they could be themselves. A place where Magnus could be carefree and happy. His heart swelled with emotion.

Then, he felt something brush up against his foot. He looked down and saw Magnus's foot slowly caressing the bottom of his own. Magnus was touching him in public, in a very intimate way, without any sort of cover. He hooked his big toe around Magnus's and gave his boyfriend a loving smile.

When the game finished, the guys took a break and lounged under some beach umbrellas, downing bottles of water and Gatorade. They were set up not far from where Alec and Magnus sat, and after rehydrating, a couple of the guys came over to talk to them. One of those guys was the server who had gotten a kiss from his boyfriend, whose name was Tony, and another guy named Jason. They invited Alec and Magnus to play the next game, and the guys accepted.

Alec had played beach volleyball a few times, but Magnus was a complete novice. Good thing he was so damned athletic and good at nearly every sport he tried. Alec joked that having them both on the same team might make an unfair advantage for the other team, but as the game got underway, Magnus proved he was worth his salt, leaping high into the air and spiking the ball back across the net to score the first point for their team. Alec clapped him on the back, and to his surprise, Magnus kissed him briefly on his cheek. Alec's stomach fluttered.

As the afternoon wore on, they played a couple more games of volleyball, swam in the ocean, got a little sunburned. During one of the intermissions, Alec and Magnus sat in the shade of an umbrella chatting with Tony and his boyfriend, Mark, and Jason and his boyfriend, Dean. They discovered that the guys all lived in Miami and frequently met on this beach for all manner of beach related activities.

"We'd be happy to show you guys around," Tony was saying, and received a flurry of nods in agreement. "We know all the best bars and restaurants." Tony gave them a grin that was possibly brighter than the sun. He was truly an attractive man.

Alec looked at Magnus, not wanting to agree to something that would make Magnus uncomfortable. But Magnus wasn't looking at him. He inclined his head to Tony. "Alec's only nineteen. He can't legally get into bars yet."

Tony sized Alec up, a look of surprise at Alec's young age evident on his face. Then he shrugged. "Alright. Well, there are plenty of 18+ gay clubs around, too. I don't think I'm so old that I can't fit in at one of them anymore." The others laughed at this statement. In response to Alec and Magnus's confused expressions, he added, "I'm twenty-seven. Practically ancient to an eighteen-year-old."

Alec blushed, but Magnus just laughed.

After that they decided to go back to the house and get cleaned up for a night on the town. They planned to meet the others around seven at a popular restaurant owned by a gay couple. They would hit the clubs afterward.

They each took a nap while the other showered, then sorted through their clothes for something appropriate to wear. Tony and the others said to dress casually, shorts, shirts and sandals being the typical fashion this time of year, especially on a week day. He had added that they could get dressed up and go somewhere special on Friday or Saturday night if Alec and Magnus wanted to.

Donning khaki cargo pants, loose-fitting t-shirts, and sandals, they made their way to a restaurant called The Good Life. It was an open, airy place with wrought iron outdoor furniture and tiki torches for lighting. There was a continuous gentle breeze wafting from the ocean, keeping the dining area cool. The smell of salt and fish permeated the restaurant, whose specialty was seafood.

Despite its openness, the restaurant had an intimate feel. Tony recommend the house specialty, which consisted of all manner of seafood brought out on an enormous tray for everyone to share. Individual plates were brought out so everyone could sample everything. Eating without utensils was encouraged. It was a strange experience, but completely enjoyable, and one Alec would like to do again.

Afterward, they headed to an over eighteen club called Friction. Tony, the most outgoing one of the group, explained that Friction was mostly a dance club, but liked to do theme nights, to which Alec groaned loudly. Tony chuckled and said tonight was not a theme night, and that's why he chose that club.

There was a line wrapped around the building waiting for entry. A burly bouncer with his head shaved stood cross-armed barring the doorway. Every so often, he let another group of bubbling guys enter the club. When he caught sight of Tony and the others, however, a broad grin spread across his face. His body language changed immediately as he outstretched his hand to shake Tony's. The group was given immediate entry, with just a brief paused to place a neon band on Alec's wrist, signaling he was under twenty-one, and therefore could not be served alcoholic beverages.

The club itself was a one-story, wooden structure with a barely sloping roof making it look almost flattened. Once inside, they were assaulted by a loud bass beat and multi-colored lighting. The dance floor took up the majority of the center of the building, with tall wooden tables lining the walls. On either end was a bar, and both were already lined with people.

They found a couple of tables side by side and ordered drinks from the first waiter they saw. He was a short, slim guy wearing skin-tight pants that glowed in the lighting. He had short, stylish hair and looked younger than Alec. He stared at Alec, letting his eyes wander up and down his body, and Alec felt like a piece of meat on display. That is, until Magnus noticed and not-so-casually slipped his arm around Alec's waist, drawing him in for a kiss. When they broke apart, the waiter was gone, Alec felt stunned, and Tony was laughing.

"Have either of you ever been to a gay bar before?" he said with amusement coloring his face.

"I'm under twenty-one, Tony. You know I haven't."

"And I'm totally in the closet at home," Magnus said sheepishly. The statement was pretty funny considering he had spent the day with total strangers and just kissed his boyfriend passionately in front of a club full of people.

Tony eyed them carefully, gently stroking his chin in the process. "Why do I get the feeling you two don't know anything about gay culture?"

Alec laughed. "Because we don't. Is it that obvious?"

"YES!" shouted Jason over the noise. Everyone laughed.

Tony clapped his hands together. "Education time, boys!" he said happily, and was rewarded with his friends clustering around their table, leaning on their elbows, and hanging on his every word. "Ok, we'll start with the basics. Stop me if you already know this. Our waiter?" He pointed in the direction the waiter had gone. "He's what is known as a twink. Young guy, dressing the part of gay more than most guys do. Usually very stylish. They typically like to be observed, want people to look at them. They will do all sorts of stuff to get a guy's attention. Got it?"

Alec and Magnus nodded. "Good," Tony continued. "Now, twinks typically go after guys called bears. They are big and muscular. Usually older. Frequently hairy." He shrugged, like that wasn't really something he was in to. "It's funny that guy was eyeing you, Alec. You're certainly big enough to be the bear, but you're younger than him, so…" He shrugged again. Alec had no idea what to do with that information, so he filed it away.

They spent the next hour learning more gay lingo and watching the body language of the men in the club. Tony pointed out tale-tell signs of guys showing interest or hooking up. He told them that in gay bars, if you accept a drink from another man, you are practically telling him you are willing to fuck him. They learned that even now, there are likely to be men getting it on in the bathroom on the club.

"Gay sex no longer has the seedy, taboo stigma it had a few decades ago," Tony was saying. "It's definitely much more acceptable than it ever has been. But, hey, we're horny men, and public sex still gets a lot of people off."

"Jesus, Tony," Dean said, "you make it sound like we're just a bunch of horn-balls fucking all the time. Some of us have lives outside of the bedroom. Besides, that seedy crap you're talking about was decades ago. You weren't even born then."

Tony cocked an eyebrow at him. "This is a history lesson. Besides, I would almost guarantee that if we walked in the bathroom right now, there are guys in the handicap stall fucking."

A round of dares went up and Alec exchanged glances at Magnus, wondering what they had gotten themselves into, and if any of their companions would actually go into the bathroom to see if there were guys having sex in one of the stalls. He briefly entertained accepting the dare himself, but decided that may be more information than he really wanted to have anyway. Plus he wasn't entirely sure that Tony and his friends weren't just teasing them.

After a bit, he and Magnus decided to dance. The other guys were still half-heartedly bickering about how gay culture had changed over the decades and how much farther it needed to go. Alec couldn't help smiling at the men. They were all out and living life like normal people, not hiding their interests and beliefs, not afraid to show affection in public to the men they were with. In essence, they were living like Alec himself wanted to live.

But, he realized as Magnus turned him around and placed his hands on his hips, grinding his pelvis seductively against Alec's, this was a damn good start. He had enjoyed every moment since they got in the limo this morning, every touch and gesture and kiss that Magnus had given him in public. He wasn't stupid. He knew this would go away as soon as they stepped back on New York soil (or pavement, as it were), but if this was how it was going to be with them for the next month, he had absolutely nothing to complain about.

Alec stretched his arms above his head and shook his hips, taunting Magnus. The song was upbeat, as was most of the music they played in this club, but Alec wasn't dancing with the rhythm. He was moving to his own seductive beat. He'd never danced with Magnus in public, except the group dancing they had done at that frat party, but that was nothing compared to this.

He glanced down and saw the effect he was having on his boyfriend. He could clearly see the bulge in the front of Magnus's pants, and felt his own cock coming alive. Perhaps this is why there are men doing it in the bathroom right now. God, he's never looked hotter than he does right now. There was definitely something about the public display that was turning Alec, and apparently Magnus, on.

This continued for a couple of hours, the teasing and taunting, the groping, even occasional brief humping, all disguised as dancing. Alec's entire body felt like one giant sex nerve, and Magnus kept pressing his buttons. Finally, he couldn't take it any longer. He grabbed Magnus's hand, said a quick goodbye to their new friends and led him out of the club. A moment later, he shoved Magnus into the car that was waiting for them.

With the privacy screen up, they kissed and groped each other the whole way back to the house. They stumbled from the car, barely able to catch their footing, and barely able to act somewhat respectable until Alec had disarmed the security and they were safely indoors.

Alec paused, just staring at Magnus. He felt awed by his presence somehow. Here was this gorgeous man he was completely in love with, who was afraid to be open about their relationship, yet he had just been purposefully taunting and arousing Alec in a crowded club full of people. He never thought Magnus would step so far out of his comfort zone so quickly.

"I've never wanted you more than I do right now," he breathed, and thoroughly enjoyed watching Magnus's eyes flutter closed and his head loll backward.

Magnus reached for him, and in that instant, the first touch, all hell broke loose inside him. There was no self-control, or control of any kind. He went into some sort of instinct mode, blinded by lust and love and an overwhelm gratitude for the day Magnus had just given him.

He couldn't say how they ended up naked, or where their clothes were for that matter. All he knew was the sensation of cool air against his warm body, the feel of Magnus's hands skimming around his waist to the small of his back, the heat of Magnus's lips pressing against his collarbone, his neck, his ear. He heard a groan, but who emitted it he had no idea. He felt Magnus's hard-on dig into his hip, and all thought ceased.

Somehow they ended up on the couch with Magnus pummeling into him like never before. Quick, deep strokes sliding against his most sensitive tissues and making him feel alive. More than alive. His nerve endings ignited into a fiery inferno, consuming him and Magnus with it. He had no sense, no ability to reason or think. All he could do was feel, just feel.

As his body dropped into oblivion, as he felt Magnus pulsing deep inside his body, and he came once again without anyone touching his dick, he realized what a singularly spectacular day he had just been lucky enough to have.

It seemed to take an eternity to regain his senses. Thoughts and ideas drifted through his conscious mind, not lingering. Like the fact that Magnus had somehow, miraculously, had the wits to put on a condom. Or the fact that none of the window coverings were pulled closed, so anyone could have witnessed their deranged, lustful act. Or that he was completely, utterly spent, and didn't know if he could make it upstairs to the stupid animal print room.

But mostly he was just lost in Magnus. Magnus's eyes, his warmth, his gradually slowing heart rate, his lips on Alec's sensitive skin.

"So…" he breathed, and Magnus met his gaze, "dancing, huh?"

Magnus chuckled. "Yeah. That was the most erotically hot thing I've ever done. I'm not sure my dick can handle that very often."

"No. Me either. God, that was amazing!" he panted, then cupped Magnus's chin with his hand and pulled him in for another kiss, this one long and lazy. "Thank you for a perfect day."

"It really was, wasn't it?"

Alec nodded, then somehow summoned the strength to drag his ass up the stairs, where he collapsed on the bed and knew nothing else until morning.