When I woke up the next morning, still on the couch, Alec had gotten up already. It had been recently though, because he just came out of the shower – his hair was wet and he hadn't put on a shirt yet, so he was just wearing a pair of jeans. I stared for a moment – this was wrong.

"Alec, are you wearing skinny jeans?"

He looked over at me and blushed. "Magnus got them for me. Don't you like them?" he asked quietly and looked away. I nodded reassuringly, but then realized he couldn't see me.

"They look nice on you. But seriously, Magnus got you to wear skinny jeans? Geez, no wonder Scott was jealous. You obviously like the guy."

He looked at me and stared for a moment, before he shook his head slowly, looking down at the shirt he had in his hand – a blue one. He put it on and then looked at me again. "He wanted to buy me clothes, and he didn't take a no for an answer…"

I shook my head and then realized I had a bad headache. I got up and pulled my t-shirt off. "You keep telling yourself that, Alec. Will you put my shirt in the wash? I'll go check the post." He nodded and I tossed him my shirt. He caught the shirt and walked out to the bathroom.

I walked over to the chair, where my bag was still sitting. I opened one of the side rooms and pulled out a white long sleeved shirt. I put it on and walked over to the dresser that was standing by the wall, where I know he had the key for his mailbox. I then walked out the door and down the stairs to get to the mailboxes, placed in the bottom of the building – right at the entrance. I rounded the corner to get to the mailboxes, only to see a man with blond hair and pale skin standing there, putting something in Alec's mailbox.

"Scott."

He looked like he was caught off guard, and quickly spun to look at me. "What are you doing here? I thought you were in Milano."

"I was. Alec called me and told me how much of an ass you were being. Can't you just leave? I really don't need this while I have a hangover."

"You guys were drinking," he stated the obvious. I hated when he did that. "What else were you doing? Please tell me you didn't…"

"No, Scott, we didn't. Now can you leave? I have a crazy headache."

He was about to answer, but before he did, something behind me caught his eye. I turned around to see Alec standing a bit behind me, looking directly at Scott. I hadn't even heard his footsteps.

"What are you doing here?" he spoke softly, in a low voice. It was barely above whispering, his eyes locked with Scott's.

"I was just... bringing over your key. I've got a few things you left at my place in my car. I was going to bring them over sometime, but I guess you can just have them now, then." It was obvious in his voice he was trying desperately to keep control. He didn't want to cry in front of Alec. Again.

"I guess… How much is it, maybe Jem shou-"

"Don't you miss me?" He spoke so suddenly, it almost seemed to surprise himself. His eyes were a bit wide, and he bit his bottom lip.

"Of course I do, Scott."

The next thing I knew, Scott had closed the – rather long – distance between himself and Alec, and Scott was kissing him. Alec had open eyes, staring up at Scott, until he eventually closed them and relaxed against Scott. Their lips moved together like it was the most natural thing in the world, easier than breathing, until they eventually broke apart.

"Don't tell me you didn't feel it, Alec. You can't deny it. And you know we belong together."

"Scott, don't …"

"Alec, please don't do this. I love you so much, I need you. I need you so bad. I don't know how to function without you, please don't do this."

I walked to them and grabbed Scott's arm. I pulled him a little away from Alec and pushed him a bit further. "You need to back off. He told you no. If you loved him, you'd respect him enough to leave him alone when he's asked you to. If he wants any more to do with you, he'll call you. For now, I'll walk to your car with you, get Alec's stuff and watch you drive away. Now come on."

I started walked, and watching closely if he followed me – he didn't dare do anything else. We walked to the door to the parking lot, Scott keeping his eyes on Alec for as long as he could, trying his best with the puppy eyes. As soon as we got outside, we walked to his car and I stopped beside it.

"You need to back off, Scott. He doesn't need this from you. Don't you think it's hard enough for him as it is? Leave him alone."

He didn't answer, just unlocked the car and started giving me Alec's things. There were two boxes, not too big, with clothes and whatnot. They were easy to carry, not very heavy, and I stood back and watched him drive away. I walked back, to see that Alec had already walked back to his apartment. I got the post and put it on top of one of the boxes, and started walking up the stairs and into his apartment. He was sitting in the couch, already crying and trying to wipe them away. I put the boxes on top of the dresser and walked over to him.

"Do you have any more rum?"

"Alec, maybe we shouldn't…"

"Do you have any more rum, Jem?"

I sighed and walked over to my bag. I had another bottle; I'd brought it just in case. I pulled it up of the bag and walked over to him, handing him the bottle. He opened it and took a long sip, making the amount of rum in the bottle considerately decrease.

"I can't handle this, Jem. I can't keep saying no to him. I can't keep staying away from him or from Magnus for that matter. It's just too hard," he said and took another long sip. Right now his only intention was to get drunk and get away from all of this.

I didn't blame him.

Jem had gone to bed, trying to sleep away his headache, while Alec continued drinking. Not long after Jem had gone to bed, Alec got bored. And what do you do when you're bored?

"Magnus, get your sexy ass over here. I need ya."

Not long after, the door had opened after three hesitant knocks. Alec had gotten up, trying to walk over there, but only barely made it halfway because of him swaying. Magnus walked over to him, grabbing his shoulders and trying to steady him. Alec had smirked and looked him in the eyes, and Magnus had immediately caught on. He'd been drinking - a lot.

He didn't have long to think about it though, because Alec leaned in and kissed him as he brought his hands to rest on the back of his neck. The taste of alcohol was so incredibly strong on Alec's tongue when he pried open Magnus lips, but Magnus couldn't bring himself to care – this was Alec, and he was kissing him. Right now. Alec pulled him back towards the couch, and sat down, bringing Magnus with him.

Alec gave a throaty moan as Magnus ran his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Magnus almost got drunk on nothing but Alec's sounds and he reached under Alec's shirt. He massaged his abs and started kissing down his jaws, and then down to his throat. Alec tilted his head backwards, allowing easier access to his throat as he gave another moan. Magnus start nibbling at Alec's skin, but stopped momentarily to pull Alec's shirt over his head and toss it on the ground. He took in the sight before him, grinned and moved back to kiss Alec's throat and started fiddling a bit with Alec's jeans. In the back of his mind, he noticed that Alec was wearing a pair of the pants he'd picked out for him.

Alec reached up to open Magnus jeans and shoved them down with the underwear. He didn't have the patience to wait, and he reached down to open his own jeans.

Magnus couldn't even pretend like he'd mind.

AN:

Uhm. Hi. Hello there.

So I updated. Basically because I got this review from Darkys (I think that's what you called yourself anyway, feel free to correct me). Like, it was such a sweet review, and omg, I love you so much. So you got a mention here too! I really just wanted to cry when I read it, thank you so much.

But it got a little... yeah. At the end. I hope you don't mind. xD Please do tell me if you in the future would like me to not write this, because I don't think I'm very good at it.

But yeah. I hope you liked it. Review and tell me what you thought!

Azooak