Nacho Lips

I was right. I was so right. I am so grounded if my parents ever find out...

Magnus had dragged me to a bar. Not just any bar, but the bar infamous for serving underaged teens and for people having sex in the back room. It's said that most of the first graders at NYCI were conceived back there, and from the look of the people hanging around the shack like building I believe it.

We were sitting at a booth in the back in a dark corner with a plate of limp nachos between us. My hands gripping the cold glass of cola that I sipped gingerly, not entirely sure that it wasn't spiked. Magnus was lounging on his half of the booth one knee bent and an arm tossed over it while he twirled a stir straw between his fingers. He was on the phone with someone who just wasn't listening to what he was saying.

"No I said teal. Teal! You idiots!... Tout le travail fait sacrément! Même si cela prend toute la nuit, putain!" After that I was wasn't able to understand anything he said. He was fluent in many languages not just French and English.

"Gah! People, so annoying." He groaned clicking his iPhone off and somehow managing to jam it into the pocket of his painted on jeans. He pushed his falling gelled hair out of his face impatiently then took a long drink of his neon colored liquid that reminded me of a sunset. He clearly was enjoying the alcohol because when he lowered his glass he no longer looked upset instead he smiled and slammed the empty glass down on the table.

"Quite the conversation you had there." I said lamely. I stirred the clear straw in my soda listening to the ice clink against the glass.

Magnus sighed loudly and leaned back against the woren red vinyl of the booth, his head leaning against the once white, now yellow brick wall. His kohl-rimmed eyes closed and his hands slack in his lap. He looked exhausted.

"So what do you normally do after school?" He asked avoiding the topic smoothly as he looked back at me. Green eyes cool and steady, but something darker laid beneath. The mystery that is Magnus Bane just became my mission to solve.

"Go home. Do homework. Hang with friends. Baseball practice in the spring." I replied simply.

"Lucky." I think is what he whispered under his breath, but was thrown off when he said, "Gotta girlfriend?"

I, being the lame-o I am, choked on the air. Not my spit or any sort of liquid, but the oxygen we breathe. "W-Wh-a-at?" I exclaimed between coughing and hacking.

"No girlfriend? Then boyfriend?" He cocked an eyebrow like this was the most natural conversation ever. Maybe it was, but having it with Magnus made it seem so much more embarrassing.

"N-no, uh, I mean... Ugh..." Serious facepalm. The slap stung my forehead while Magnus could be heard snickering across the table.

"I see." He said calmly. "So how many people know?"

My face felt like it would burst into flames. I lowered my hand keeping my eyes fixed firmly on my drink unable to face the truth I hadn't even spoken aloud to myself.

"No one." I muttered shyly.

"I feel so privileged." Magnus said only partly sarcastic. I dared a peek and was relieved to see him smiling kindly at me. My heart stuttered in my chest and the tips of my ears burned.

"You won't say anything will you?" I asked nervously. I wasn't ready to be outed. My parents weren't the most open-minded kind of people and coming out to them would take the proper time and place.

He grabbed a nacho and popped it into his mouth, chewing slowly on purpose. His eyes searched my face for something but I don't know what.

"My lips are sealed." He replied with a small nod.

"Thanks."

"Not a problem. I remember when I was like you." He grabbed another nacho and crunched at it in his mouth. I wonder how soft his mouth is? It would probably taste spicy from the peppers. "Hidden deep in the closet, but just so you know once you're out it's like breathing fresh air instead of stifling mothballs."

I hunched my shoulders and lowered my head. I'm so lame.

"Hey, Alexander?" Magnus said in a super sweet voice that made my heart lurched.

"You can call me Ale-" I said raising my head but was cut off by a set of lips.

No not just any lips, but Magnus' lips. I froze dumbfounded. Dear god don't let this be a dream!

He was leaning over the table nachos and drinks moved aside. His lips were as gentle as they looked, soft smooth and well-trained. Unlike me he knew what he was doing, slanting his mouth against mine and using his lips to part mine slightly. I felt my spine shiver as he began to to pull away and I nearly yelped when he nipped my bottom lip.

I stared at him as he plopped back down in his chair a pleased smile on his face. I honestly have no idea how I must look, but I suspect it isn't very attractive.

"Watch yourself boy!" Called a deep voice from across the bar. I turned -unwillingly away from Magnus- to see a burley guy with thick arms and a scruffy beard waving a sky blue drink towards us. He was dressed like a biker and sat with a bunch of other Hell's Angels lookalikes. "Bane's a heart breaker. Seen many a person run out of here crying cause of him." He warned.

I looked back to Magnus but he was just continued to smile and twirl his straw between his black nail polished fingers. My stomach dropped and the hot and spicy taste in my mouth from Magnus' kiss made me feel sick.

My first kiss, with the guy I like, and I didn't even have time to bask in the glow of the moment before I was tossed into the dark hole of uncertainty. Was Magnus as big a playboy as he showed himself to be? I don't know about that, but I do know I won't ever be able to eat nachos again without remembering his hot lips on mine.