A/N: The High Warlock of Glitter (which is a fantabulous name, btw): A Glambert? Moi? Not really, but I do very much enjoy looking at him! He's gorgeous and talented! I also have the utmost respect for anyone that can be themselves in the public eye like he does. And those videos...
Karia: What I think is funny is that Shailene Woodley (Tris) managed to get herself roles where she sleeps with Four (Divergent series), Peter (The Spectacular Now), and Caleb (The Fault In Our Stars). Also, I agree, Adommy is so freaking cute! (I noticed many of you agree with that!) Wish it was real. And, in case it's ever a trivia question, it NEVER gets old hearing that you guys like my story ;)
Last but not least, a guest advised me that it was mean to get the boys all worked up and not tell you guys what they did when they got home. I confess, that is probably true, BUT not all chapters are about the sex. There is A LOT of sex between these two that happens off screen. But in the interest of fairness, have a little PWP bonus scene as only Magnus can tell it. Thanks again for all the reviews!
I was all over Alec the entire cab ride back to the dorm. I don't really know what got into me. Was it simply watching Jem kiss Will so passionately on stage? Was it the fact that Will and Alec seemed to hit it off pretty well? Was it Alec's birthday? Was it just the fact that I was so motherfucking horny I couldn't control myself and didn't even care who was around? I have no idea, but I was hot and I wanted Alec so bad I couldn't stand it.
Fortunately, our cab had a divider between us and the cabbie, and had a cabbie that didn't seem to care what we were doing. Or maybe he was watching us and getting off on it. I don't know. Like I said, I didn't care.
After whispering in Alec's ear that I was planning something when we got home, and seeing the spark flare in his eyes, I slid my hand behind his neck and kissed him. I'd never kissed anyone like that in public. Not even Alec. Not even when we were in Miami. Hell, I don't know if I've ever kissed anyone like that at all. Period. It was a controlled frenzy, if that makes any sense. I didn't 'ask' permission to use my tongue, he just opened for me and I did what I wanted to do.
I licked the inside of his mouth from one side to the other, repeatedly. I kissed him so long and so hard that neither of us could breathe…and then I kissed him more. I didn't care about oxygen at that moment. I just cared about kissing and feeling every emotion that the kissing brought out in me. And him. I just cared about him.
We broke apart long enough to gasp in a breath and were right back at it. I had to hand it to Will, he knew what he was doing taking us so far away from campus that I was able to let myself go a little. I didn't recognize it for what it was until I was in that cab on the way home. I realized then that he had given me quite a gift. He let me have a glimpse of the New York gay life, of how open he was with Jem in public, and how his audience responded to that. They weren't just accepting of it, they wanted to see it! They cheered for it! There was so much I still needed to learn…
But the best part of being so far away was that I got to have a long make-out session with Alec on the way home. I tried, I really did, to keep my hands to myself on that ride home, but it wasn't possible. As I said, I was crazy horny at that point, and kissing him was certainly not making that feeling lessen. I wanted him so badly right then I was close to trying to fuck him in the back of that cab. If it wasn't that I'd probably end up spending the night in jail for indecent exposure, and then have to explain to my coach and teammates why I was fucking my roommate in the back of a taxi, I might have actually done it. Oh, stupid decency laws in America…
My free hand, you know the one not holding his head steady while I kissed him, made its way down Alec's front and found the waistband of his jeans. I've never been so happy that he wore loose-fitting jeans…I slid my hand inside his pants, and both of us twitched when my hand brushed his cock. He was so hard. I gently stroked him, teasing him, swallowing his moans, not wanting him to come in the cab. If I had to wait, so did he.
We sobered up when we got to the stoplight about a block away from campus. It wouldn't do to be seen making out in the back of a taxi as we pulled up to the dorm. Again, I didn't want to explain to my coach and teammates. Although, I was so horny by then it did cross my mind to just push him up against the wall of the dorm and ravish him right there. Well, it crossed my mind in a 'what an awesome fantasy' kind of way. I'm not even sure Alec would approve of that. He may want to go public but I don't think he wants to go that public.
Speaking of going public…I do know how much he wants to, in case you guys think I'm oblivious to his needs or something. I want it too. I really do. I just wish I knew that everything would be okay if I did come out. You know?
Anyway, by the time we got out of the taxi, we were both having difficulty walking. Thank fuck I wore my shirt untucked so it at least somewhat covered my raging boner. Alec's pants were loose enough that his wasn't too obvious, not that I could really judge that since I already knew it was there…We made it to our room without incident anyhow.
Once inside the room with the door closed to the world, our own private sanctuary, I turned to him, my mind racing with all the things I wanted to do to him. He looked so fucking good, his blue eyes shining with love and lust and their own beauty. He licked his lips and I nearly came in my pants. I wanted him so badly, but I wanted to take my time, too. He was just past arm's length away from me, so I took a step closer. His breathing picked up, and I think mine did, too. I reached out and touched his cheek, letting my fingers skim across his warm skin, down his neck, shoulders, arms, to the hem of his shirt. I tugged his shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor as I just…stared at him.
He's really beautiful, you know? I mean, besides the black hair/blue eye thing that is just a stunning combination. He's got one of those straight noses that perfectly fits his face, not too big, not too small, not too wide or too narrow. Just perfect. His eyebrows have this slight arch in the middle that looks great on him. His lips…every time I look at those full lips I want to kiss them, or slide my dick between them. Okay, I usually want to do both. Sue me. Anyway, his jaw is sharp and prominent, maybe not as much as it would be if he wasn't so damn BIG! He's so muscular, every cord of muscle in his neck stands out, perfectly defined. Hell, every muscle in his body is that way! He spends way too much time in the gym, and holding tiny women above his head, but all that work has created a nearly perfect body. How did I get so lucky to get to look at that every day? And you guys wonder why I'm so horny all the time…
Anyway, I say nearly perfect body because no one is perfect. But it's the imperfections that make him human, and even more beautiful. He has a couple of scars, one on his chest from falling off the parallel bars and getting caught on something that ripped him open. It's about six inches long and covers the left side of his chest just under his pecs and across his ribs. The other is on his shoulder from a bike wreck when he was ten. He was racing Jace and lost control of the bike and skidded on the asphalt a good distance. That scar resembles more of a birthmark now, but it stands out well against his porcelain skin that never really tans.
That's not really the point of this, but I wanted to give you a physical description of him, since I would bet my right arm that he's never done it himself…
I love this guy. I love him more than I ever knew it was possible to love someone. One day I'll get up the courage to do what he wants me to do…
And back to my story. I was staring at his body, touching him, and he trembled under my fingers. How awesome is it to have the power to make someone tremble with just a touch? I trailed my finger between his pecs just to watch him tremble more. I teased him, I know this, but I'm teasing myself at the same time. My free hand automatically went to my cock and I felt a wet spot on my jeans. I really needed him.
I hooked my finger in his belt loop, because that is one of the sexiest moves I can imagine. Turns me on every time. I tugged him toward me. He was grinning at me. He knew what was coming, he knew the effect he was having on me. He knows I love him with every fiber of my being. He knows…me. After spending so much time pushing people away, you just can't imagine the feeling of knowing that the person you love most knows you so well.
I'm not entirely sure what he did next. I think it was supposed to be a kiss, but he pretty much grabbed my mouth with his and tongued me. I melted into a puddle…
The rest of our clothes disappeared as hands found buttons and pushed and pulled and tugged until we were both naked. He had that look in his eye that told me I could have him anyway I wanted. I don't think I was capable of thought at the moment, so I dragged him to the couch and pushed him down on it. He landed, splayed out and giving me an unobstructed view of his most private parts. He looked amazing like that, with one leg over the edge of the seat, the other tented up, his hands folded behind his head, his cock aimed toward his face as hard as I'd ever seen it, his balls pulled up close like they were already ready to come. He was a feast for the eyes.
And I worshipped him.
I descended on him, draping my body across his. I kissed and touched him all over, slow, methodical. He was slightly salty from sweating at the club, I noticed as I licked his neck and shoulder and slid down to pay special attention to his nipples. He likes that. He comes unglued whenever I do it, arching his back, panting, moaning my name. If he's beautiful on an every day basis, I don't know how to describe him in the throes of passion. Maybe there just aren't words for that. Maybe I should make one up.
I don't know how long that went on, but I stretched it out as long as I could take it. My body wanted him so badly, but after everything that had happened tonight, I wanted to make sure he knew it wasn't just physical. My emotional craving for him was just as deep as my physical one. So I kissed every inch of his body. Every. Fucking. Inch. His lips, eyelids, forehead, cheeks, chin, jaw, ears. I worked my way down him, lips following the path set by my fingers. I even kissed his armpits, which I thought sounded gross, but turned out to be incredibly hot.
I pulled the leg hanging off the edge of the couch up, exposing him completely to me. I kissed his toes and worked my way back up his legs, pausing to lick behind his knees which surprisingly made him shudder. He liked that a lot. When I got to his inner thighs, my kisses became rougher. I used my teeth to mark him, to make him groan, to make him whimper. His cock bobbed with each loving bite and his head pressed hard into the couch cushion. His hands reached for me, landed on my shoulders and gripped me tightly.
I kissed around his groin, using that perfect 'V' shape as a guideline. He quivered the closer I got to his cock, but I ignored it, no matter how much it begged. I kissed his balls, one at a time, then moved further down. I think if I'd not been so caught up in the moment, I probably wouldn't have kissed him…there…you know…oh, fuck, don't make me say it...It wasn't gross, it was hot as fuck!
He was moaning unintelligible sounds by this time, but he got it together enough to grab my hand and drag it to his mouth. He sucked my fingers into his mouth, one by one, wetting them thoroughly with his tongue. I imagined that tongue treating my dick that way and nearly came just from the thought. When he released my fingers, I trailed my hand down his body to the part of his ass and found his hole.
When the first finger went in, he bucked, his body tensing up, and he cried out. I slowly pushed in and withdrew, feeling him loosen up as his body came even more alive with each movement. I gently massaged his prostate, not enough to get him off, just enough to tease, to make it feel really fucking good. I love watching him like this. His whole body thrumming with desire…for me. That's the best part. All of this is because he wants me.
He looked at me then, his pupils blown so wide I could barely make out the slender rim of blue. He spoke for the first time since asking me in the cab if I had bitten him during the concert. Not that he'd been silent, he just hadn't been forming words. "Magnus...I...need you," was all he managed to say. His breathing was ragged, so full of need. His lust was visible in the hard lines of his body. I knew better than to touch his dick right then. If I did, it would all be over. He was that close.
I grabbed a condom and the lube we now kept in the stand beside the couch, you know, for emergencies…I readied myself then sat on the couch. I almost felt bad making him sit up, but I knew what I wanted, and I wasn't going to make him do the actual work, after all. He caught on pretty quickly to what I wanted him to do, and straddled my lap, lowering his body down onto my cock.
How he could still feel that tight when I fuck him all the time was beyond the laws of nature. He did, though, he totally fucking did. He fit me like a glove, one that was tailor made for me, one that was warm and inviting and clung to me in all the right ways. He slid down until I was completely buried in him, and he sighed. His head dropped to my shoulder while he tried to gather himself. I knew it wouldn't take much to send him over the edge, and it wouldn't take much for me either. Not after worshipping that gorgeous body for at least an hour. Not after wanting to fuck him since before we ever left for our date with Will and Jem. Not after kissing him in the bar and in the cab.
I held him close to me as his breathing calmed back down, then I gently moved his hips back and forth. He had his arms around my neck and his head still buried against my shoulder. I could feel every breath he took, warm against my skin. I could feel the movements of his chest, too. He kissed my chest, the only part he could reach in this position, and it felt wonderful. I wasn't moving him much, but the sensations I felt in my dick were unbelievable, so good, so intimate. Sometimes I like it rough with him, but sometimes, this is all we need.
I kept up the gentle movements until I felt his breathing turn ragged again. He was so close. I knew he wouldn't last much longer. I was not quite that close yet. I slid my arms under his thighs and propped him up so he didn't have to do anything, so he could remain boneless, the masterpiece I'd created. I thrust my hips up into him and he moaned. Twice more and he came, a violent spurting covering my chest and abdomen. I fucked him faster through his orgasm, and as he tightened his channel against me, I fell over the edge as well.
It took quite a long time for our spent bodies to recover. Neither of us were in a hurry to anyway. I held him, petted him, loved him as he completely gave himself over to my ministrations.
"Happy birthday, baby," I whispered into his ear. "I love you with all my heart and soul."