Right guys, I know this fic is the worst in creation, but I'm going to finish just because otherwise it will bug be eternally. I also know that there were so. Many. Typos! Like, it was 2:30 and Dean from Supernatural had just been sent to hell, so I was sort of nearly dead. Also, what I am trying to do with this fic is switch around Magnus and Alec and have Mags as a tad more insecure, and Alec brave enough to console him. Reviews would be lovely, even though it doesn't deserve them. But anyways, on with the show...
Magnus finally decided to go minimal. Well, minimal in his opinion anyway. A bit of gold eye-liner here and a bit of blusher there, black eye-shadow for a smokey, dangerous and (hopefully) unbelievable gorgeous. He pulled on his skin tight red jeans and favourite white tank top with multi-coloured feathers fall down it. He slid a gold metal band around his arm vaguely 3 inches above his elbow and finished off the look with a smattering of glitter. Magnus loved glitter. In his mind, glitter is acceptable in all situations, though others strangely seemed to disagree...He couldn't fathom it. He chose to go barefoot, mostly because he didn't have time to pick out the right shoes (they are an important part, and you have to get the colour perfect) but also because he preferred having the feel of his gold carpet in between his toes.
He had also bandaged up the but on his hand, which throbbed slightly, but was promptly forgotten when Chariman Meow ran out of Magnus' room and tried to make himself home on the canary yellow couch.
'Now darling, I don't mean to be cruel, but you need to behave yourself tonight, you hear? Very important day it is, and I wouldn't appreciate it being shredded by you little claws, m'kay?' he said, looking sternly at his fluff ball of a cat. All Chairman did was give Magnus a reproachful look, he didn't like being called little, and strutted off to do Chairman Meow things, leaving the room just as the door bell rang.
Crap.
Just be yourself, Magnus thought. Be charming, polite, intriguing. Be yourself, yourself, yourself.
This was stuck on repeat as he walked to the door- his palms were sweating. What? God, what was happening to him! He didn't get nervous, getting nervous wasn't his way. He was confident and cocky. I suppose that might be a good sign; Alec making him feel this way. Maybe. Hopefully...
He reached the door and gave himself one last mental shake. Magnus opened it with a flourish, his most winning smile plastered across his tan-coloured cheeks. Alec's head had been down, but shot up when he heard the door opening, locking eyes with Magnus. He was wearing black jeans and an extremely dark T-Shirt, easily mistaken for black had Magnus not been so attentive. He was also holding a bottle of red wine in one hand.
As their eyes met, something passed between them. A spark, or something less definable. They didn't break gaze, and it turned out that Alec had different shades of blue in his wide eyes, ranging from light blue to the deep, dark blue of the midnight sky. He was breathtaking. Alec cleared his throat and quickly looked away.
'Hello', he said, sounding slightly taken aback at the way Magnus had been staring at him so intensively.
'Hi, how are you? Come in, come in,' Magnus breathed, trying to keep his voice even and most probably failing miserably.
'Thanks, and oh I'm good, great actually. How about you?' Alec replied. God, the things his voice did to Magnus were ridiculous...
'Oh', Magnus said nonchalantly, waving his right hand in a yeah-all's-good kind of thing. 'I'm extremely happy, sorry about the rubbish arrangements by the way, I...' he trailed off, as Alec's eyes were trained curiously on Magnus bandage.
'What happened to you hand?' He asked, sounding slightly concerned. Magnus' heart seemed to swell a little, just thinking about how this beautiful boy was actually worried about him.
'Ah that. Nothing, just cutting vegetables and I slipped. Haven't been able to concentrate much today.'
At this, Alec flowed forward, catching Magnus' hand in his own and bringing it up to his mouth, where he lightly pressed his lips to the white cotton, where the cut was, his eyes finding Magnus's and holding them. Magnus breath hitched as he stared at Alec, transfixed.
'There we are: all better now...' Alec murmured, blushing lightly and seeming unaware of the quiet, slight trepidation in his words. The moment suddenly ended, and he looked like he was going to let go, but Magnus wouldn't have that. Without further ado, he used his hand to draw Alec ever closer, until they were chest to chest and said: 'May I kiss you now, Alexander...?'
All Alec did was smile a fantastic if a bit bashful smile and move his other hand to the back of Magnus' neck, where he buried his fingers into the silky black locks.
Their lips brushed, sweet and chaste, but Magnus, ever the bold one, deepened the kiss and ran the tip of his tongue over Alec's lower lip, causing the boy to sign and open his mouth, his own tongue darting out to meet Magnus's.
He didn't know how long they stood there, mouths working in perfect tandem, tongues curled softly together, but Magnus didn't really care. He would gladly stay like this forever, the energy between them stronger then anything, but he knew that couldn't be.
Magnus resignedly pulled away, but only enough to rest their foreheads together. Alec look disappointed but obliged none the less, content to stare into the other man's golden green eyes.
'Food?' Magnus whispered, enraptured in the boys blue orbs.
'If we have to, but we better pick up here when we've finished...' Alec said, his voice seemingly calmer and more natural then ever before, blissful amusement lasing his words.
'Oh, my sweet darling, I and planning on it'. Magnus grinned.
Whoop whoop, my first Malec kiss ever! *fanfare*. Me hopes you can suffer through this crap, but it's only my first time. I have decided that reviews are glitter, and glitter is needed in Malec stories! So pleeeeeeeeeease please please let me know I'm not all that terrible. Love love love!
~MalecWorshippingShadowhunter