First Fanfiction! I hope you enjoy it! (No copyright intended, all characters belong to Cassandra Clare)
CASTLES MADE OF SAND, CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
Glad All Over
"Ain't no doubt about it, this must be love, A-one little kiss from you, And
I feel glad all over, Ooh, baby, hot dang, Gilly, it's silly
But I'm glad all over."
Alec walked throughout the school hallways with a brisk stride—Isabelle and Jace instantly faded into the background. Everything around him was a timid flowing blur; the loud bustling of the people littering the halls became a distant hum and all the fervent colors and patterns others adorned, blended together. The only thing on Alec's mind was Magnus; his name alone made Alec's heart putter wildly in his chest. Even if they couldn't embrace one another the way Alec wanted them to, it was still a pleasure having the grace to be around him—close to him.
Alec had rushed out of the house that morning; on account of the fact that he had over slept due to his restless dreams of Magnus—dreams he would never dare to admit to. As he was rushing around the house, he wasn't able to pay any attention to the way he looked. His cheeks were flustered with a strange anticipating heat, and his hair—dishevelled as it always was—stuck to small swatches of sweat beaded along his forehead. He dressed haphazardly, pulling a fresh dark blue-green shirt over his head, and threw on a pair of his infamous black jeans. One knee was distressed and ripped lightly at the seams. He looked horrible in his opinion and was, in the least, a bit embarrassed that Magnus had to see him like that. But those thoughts shouldn't have scuttled into his mind; it wasn't necessarily something Alec used to worry about.
Alec came upon the bright orange door to Ms. Graymark's English class and literally burst through into the room in his hazy state. His eyes instantly fell on Magnus, who was sitting there, near the back of the classroom, laughing about something with William, Sebastian and Johnathan—while Camille sat there with a scowl on her dolled up face; obviously not taking a fond liking to what the guys had been laughing about. Magnus' laugh carried strongly throughout the room, sending hot tremors along the bare skin of Alec's pale arms. He looked amazing, sitting there with his long, dark grey leather clad, legs stretched out underneath the desk in front of him; while his tawny smooth arms were crossed lazily over top his bright red blazer and off-white semi-glittery button up underneath. Alec could see from where he stood at the front of the room, that the tips of Magnus' lush black hair were laced with silver and gold glitter.
"Hey! Alec!" Clary called out to him and gestured with a flick of her hand for him to come forward. Instantly at the mention of his name, Magnus snapped to attention and locked eyes with Alec across the room—yellow-green meeting lake blue—and gave him a signature devilish smirk. Alec made his way down the isle then, not once breaking eye contact with Magnus, and perched himself in the desk in front of him. Sure, the long gaze that they had shared between one another could have been deemed as socially unacceptable—do to the length of time and the raw longing held within that gaze—but no one seemed to notice.
"Hey Clary." Alec smiled at her warmly. She was a bright blazing fire today, her hair was in fluffed out curls around her head, her lips a pungent shade of orange-red—contrasting greatly with her pale freckled skin—and her faded cream maxi dress was flecked with pale green and yellow intricate spirals emitting from the base, fading as it reached her small midsection, which was tied off by a thin brown woven belt.
"I was thinking that you and Jace should come over again." She leaned over onto her desk and placed her delicate chin on top of her knuckles.
"So that's why you weren't replying to my text?" Magnus cut in and laughed lowly from behind Alec; causing Alec to shiver in some form of anticipation. He didn't understand what his body was anticipating to... But he hated it, and at the same time liked it. He knew now that he couldn't help that the things Magnus did would send him into a spiralling frenzy of desire—quite possibly he would never be able to get over the disastrous things Magnus' voice could do to him.
"Yeah," Alec turned around in his seat to face Magnus. "Sorry about that."
"Oh, it was no problem at all Alexander." Magnus drawled as he cocked his head sultrily to the side; taking a quick once over of Alec. Alec's face flushed hotly and he began to nibble on the bottom of his lip out of habit.
"So, what do you think? Tonight?" Clary continued, interrupting Alec's brief fleeting thoughts of what Magnus and Alec could do in that moment if they were alone.
"Uhh," Alec couldn't quite muster a proper answer. He was too mesmerised by the sparkly cooper glitter lacing the underneath of Magnus' eyes, and the thick black strip along the top—making the color of his eyes so vibrant. "I think I have plans al—already. But I'll mention it to Jace when I see him, if you want me to." Alec finished and turned his head away to regard Clary who was slightly frowning. She shrugged her shoulders up and uttered a small 'ok' under her breath before returning her attention to doodle in the index of her coil notebook.
"Blue eyes," Camille spoke up and sashayed her way around the front of his desk, leaning up against the left corner edge closest to his body, in her short, tight, blood red dress. If she had moved a little to the right and down a bit, she would have been sitting in his lap—which made Alec a bit uncomfortable in the least. "You coming to the lake next week-end right?" She batted her long thick eyelashes at him and began to rustle the top of his hair; slowly running her fingers throughout it.
"What?" He stared up at her quizzically. "What lake?" He asked earnestly.
"Lovely, if you would have answered your messages last night—you would have known Jem is taking us all to his families cabin next week." Magnus replied, his cool breath washing over the back of Alec's neck.
"Lovely?" William turned sharply in his seat to regard Magnus—his already deep blue eyes turning a few shades darker. Alec couldn't read his expression at all, but really Alec didn't know William well enough to do so. And quite frankly he didn't intend to get to know him at all. Magnus made to reply to William's accusing tone of voice, but just as he spoke up Ms. Graymark made her way into the room.
"Ms. Belcourt, if you will take your seat please." She gazed at her pointedly as she crossed the space from the door to her desk briskly—her high heels clicking loudly on the tiled floor. Camille gave Alec a less than subtle wink before she eased herself off of the edge of his desk and returned to her own spot. Ms. Graymark sorted through a few stacks of thick documents a top her desk for a short while. "So class, today we will be watching a short film called 'Run, Lola run'," the class erupted into a brief mantra of hoots and hollers. "But—" She raised her finger to the class "—you will need to pay attention. Because you will be handing in a three page film analysis regarding the different symbolism within the movie. Got it?" From behind, two people yelled out a low 'Boo!' in remark to the assignment, and Alec faintly noted that it was Johnathan and Sebastian.
Ms. Graymark rolled her eyes at that. And walked over to the far right wall of the room, where a large projector screen was held up by two thick silver chains. "Now if you will all turn your desk to regard to projector..." She trailed off, as she began to busy herself with getting everything set up. All around the room everyone started to shift their desks around—metal scraping against the laqcuer floor tiles—settling in the direction of the screen. Now, Alec's seat was directly beside Magnus' on his right, and on his left was a small willowy girl with blonde wheat hair, and large brown eyes. Magnus' forearm briefly brushed against Alec's—and really that only made Alec want even more contact.
As the movie started, Alec couldn't help but take quick side glances at Magnus; studying him, loving the way his nose arched upwards at the end and the definite line of his jaw. Alec also noticed the tense set of his shoulders and the way his finger tips seemed to shake—inching closer to Alec's hand which rested upon his right knee. Alec wondered briefly if Magnus was experiencing the same need to make some form of contact with each other, in a situation that deemed it impossible.
Suddenly, Magnus' hand shot up in the air and for a second Clary made to swat at his hand thinking he was purposefully blocking her view from the movie. Ms. Graymark noticed his hand, and came over to the edge of their row. "Yes, Magnus?"
"If you would please excuse me, I seem to have forgotten something in my locker." Magnus stood up from his desk, and pushed his seat backwards into Clary's desk.
"Oh...Okay..." Ms. Graymark was a bit hesitant to let him leave the classroom, but she didn't stop him otherwise. Before Magnus made his way down the row to the front of the classroom, he let his finger tips secretively trail along the back of Alec's neck. Then he was gone down the row, through the bright orange door, and Alec was left in his wake to sit there in complete unrelenting wanting. His body instantly felt hot from the subtle touch Magnus bestowed upon him, his forehead prickling with sweat.
He sat there in his seat for minutes that seemed like hours, clenching and unclenching his hands, positively paying no attention what-so-ever to the movie. He couldn't take it anymore, he needed some way to relieve the tension that had built up within him. Slowly he shuffled his way out of his seat, and over to where Ms. Graymark sat behind her desk. "Uhm, can I go to the washroom?" Alec whispered lowly. Ms. Graymark didn't even raise her head to him; she was engrossed with the papers and documents she had in front of her, but she did give him a faint nod—and haistly he left the room.
The hallway was errily quite and empty. Bright scatters of light seaped through the enormous skylights overhead, the light reflecting off of the laqcuer floor partially blinded Alec as he moved throughout the hallways stealthly. He walked around for a couple of seconds down the long wide main hallway; at a certain dip to the left he was forcefully pulled to his side—his heart beat wildly in his chest for a moment before he took in the image of Magnus looming over him. Alec was now being backed up against a hard brick wall, in a narrow seemingly deserted hallway.
Magnus' eyes were dark, darker than there usual tint. He ran his smooth finger tips throughout Alec's hair and at the same time inched his body closer and closer to Alec's until their hip bones met. "God, I want to be the only one who can run my fingers through your hair," Magnus whispered trailing a hot line of kisses across Alec's jaw line, stopping right when he got to his ear—where he began to nibble lightly on the sensitive skin. Alec threaded his hands around Magnus' waist, placing his hands on the small of his back. He sighed deeply at the feeling of Magnus' hands drifting through his hair, and the sensation of Magnus nibbling on his earlobe, flicking his tongue ever so slightly.
Magnus then pulled back a little and bore his eyes into Alec's. Yes, back in the class it was evident now that Magnus was having the exact same problem as Alec—both had a burning need for one another that was terribly hard to deny. He pressed his lips to Alec's cheek softly and pain-stakingly slow. "We shouldn't be doing this in a hallway." He whispered as his lips moved on to the corner of Alec's lips. "Tell me when to stop, Alexander." He damn near purred, releasing Alec's hair; trailing his hands down Alec's body to rest low—very low—on his back. Then he kissed Alec with such intensity that his head began to spin.
Alec parted his lips willingly, letting Magnus' tongue slip in to tangle with his own. Magnus covertly twisted his tongue around Alec's and ran it across the roof of Alec's mouth making him whimper in pleasure. Magnus pushed his hands under and up Alec's dark blue-green t-shirt, teasing the skin along his abdomen and chest feverishly. Alec moved his hands from where they rested on the small of Magnus' back, up to his neck—snaking it around, so he could pull him even closer. Magnus started to suck Alec's bottom lip into his mouth, scraping his teeth lightly over the sensitive skin eliciting another sound of pleasure from the back of Alec's throat.
Things continued like that for a long time, helplessly their tongues fought for dominace, as Alec attempted to pull Magnus even closer, while Magnus ran his hands all over Alec's upper body underneath his shirt. It was when Alec began to tug on the free ends of Magnus' hair that Magnus lost his willful control to not take it further. Magnus pressed Alec even harsher into the brick wall and seductively rubbed his core against Alec's. "Shit Magnus," Alec groaned and let his head fall back against the wall. Given the new situation Magnus latched his lush puffy lips onto Alec's neck and sucked feverishly, while grinding his hips into Alec's harshly. Gyrating at a delicious thrilling speed. The heat and fricition between them proved to be too much, cutting off all of their other senses to their surroundings, because in that moment neither of them heard the faint clicking of stilletos on the floor just a little ways away from where they were fully embracing one another.
"Uhh... Alec?" Isabelle's timid voice cut through his reverie and instantly his eyes shot open. Magnus froze against him, his lips still pressed against the side of Alec's neck and his hips still pushed firmly against Alec's. Alec turned in the direction of Isabelle, and regarded her with large eyes, his face giving away his apperant shock substantially. He let his hands drop fast to his sides, and lightly he pushed Magnus away from his body—which, given the circumstances, Magnus was more than willing to do.
"I—I—We—" Alec stuttered greatly, not knowing what to say to his sister who stood there with a knowing tinge to her deep dark eyes. Sure she was the only one that knew of Magnus and Alec—to some extent—but he would have never wanted her to catch them embracing ever. He wanted to keep their intimate moments out of the reach of anyone for as long as he could handle.
"Hello Isabelle," Magnus said cooly, half-heartedly smiling at her, as if what they had just been caught doing didn't faze him at all. This was Isabelle, Alec's baby sister... She should not have witnessed what had just went on, and Alec was mortified by that. He felt all the blood drain from his face—his skin turning sheet white.
"Hi, Magnus." Isabelle smiled gleefully, to Alec's surprise. "You can call my Izzy by the way."
"Well Izzy," Magnus returned her grin with an equally as dazzling smile of his own as he placed his hands behind his back. "How about we forget that you saw me and your brother making out, and well grinding against one another?"
"Magnus!" Alec hissed, and this time the blood had returned to his face making him the color of a bright red fire cracker.
"What? You said she knows about us right?" Magnus raised his hand to Alec's cheek and brushed the pad of his thumb over the flush on Alec's face. Alec however, didn't take the sentiment and swatted his hand away.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you have to be blunt about what we were doing!" Alec sighed and brought his left hand up to his eyes—rubbing them for a brief moment in sudden frustration.
"Alec, it's fine. I know what it's like to have urges like... That." Isabelle wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. Magnus slapped his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing at the shocked look adorning Alec's face at Isabelle's implication.
"Oh my god," Alec groaned and rolled his eyes greatly at the roof of the school. This was not the way things were supposed to go. Not at all. "Iz, can you just honestly never bring this up again?" Alec asked pleadingly. Isabelle sauntered her way over from her spot down the hall, to stand just shy of where they stood.
"Sure," she shrugged and pursed her lips playfully. She spun on the tips of her toes away from Alec and Magnus, trekking down the opposite end of the hallway. Her inky black hair waved all around her. "But you know me," Isabelle called back to them, "and seriously, I'm not making any promises!" She laughed haughtily as she slipped around the corner to the left at the end of the narrow hall. Alec looked over at Magnus who was still attempting with all his power not to laugh at the situation. His eyes were bright and playful now, as well his lips turned up at the corners teasingly.
"It's not funny Magnus," Alec said with an impassive straight face, snaking his muscled arms over his ample chest. Magnus shook his head and made his way over to Alec, standing as close as he dared to.
"Alexander—" Magnus said huskily as he wrapped his arms around Alec's neck.
"T—That has been twice Magnus. Twice where we have almost gotten caught—well no, in this case we did get caught." Alec sighed, biting the insides of his cheeks in defiance. Because truth be told he wanted to continue what they had just been doing before Isabelle had interupted, but knew that they couldn't.
"By your sister, may I add. Someone who knows already." Magnus pointed out, cocking his left eyebrow high on his tawny flawless forehead.
"What if it was someone else?" Alec shuddered at the thought—he wasn't sure if he could take anyone else knowing. He was partially glad that it was restricted to only Isabelle and that no one else knew. Although he did wish that no one knew in the first place. Magnus' eyes became solem as he gazed into Alec's eyes, the smile dropped from his face regretfully.
"We will just have to be careful, lovely. And not do anything in school." Magnus pressed his lips lightly to Alec's forehead—a shiver ran throughout Alec's body at the coldness of his lips and the coldness of his finger tips at the base of Alec's neck. Alec bit his lip and nodded his head. It would be hard not being able to touch Magnus, to kiss him, to hold him. But it was something they inevitably had to do. They couldn't get carried away in such a public area—there was definitely time after school and on the week-ends to become carried away with one another; no matter how much Alec wanted to be able to do it all the time.
A/N: Time, this week went by so fast, I was incredibly busy, and likewise I am incredibly sorry that this update took so long! I had to get some Malec loving in there—this is only a small amount of all the loving there will be. But, it won't get to the absolute high point of the loving for awhile. Why? Because I want this to be semi-realistic and long! Things are about to get a bit testy in the coming chapters (you'll see why) and man there's actually so much going on this week—in their world. I bet you guys forgot about the Homecoming dance! And then on a somber note, Palmer's passing date is on Saturday. And yes, it will be explained soon what actually happened to her, but no you won't exactly know just yet how badly it has affected Magnus and the way he preceives himself. It was an extremley touchy subject to right about in my opinion (the things that go through his mind). So yeah, this chapter was just some fun loving (: and also I wanted to prelude to the sort of dynamic that Magnus and Isabelle will have.
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