Chapter 3
Thanks again for all the reviews, alerts, and favorites. Just a warning, this is the flashback because most people asked for that! Also, this is my first ever lemon, and as a heterosexual female I'm not sure how accurate everything is, but I did read some M rated Malec fics to get this somewhat right!
Alec's muscles ached and his eyes were droopy from the long bus ride back to school as he headed back to his room. They had won their away game with a score of 2-1. Jordan Kyle scored the winning goal while Alec gave the assist. Afterwards, with the news that he had signed to go to Boston College, tons of reporters had come to interview him, plus the news of their thus far perfect season and Coach Wayland's possible new position as the coach of some well-known college came up (a position he may or may not be getting because of Alec's new found fame). He opened the door to his dark room, flicked on the light and started as he saw a figure on the bed.
The figure snorted, "Honestly Alec, do you think having a girl in your bed would kill you or something?"
Alec glared at his sister and tossed the duffle bag that was on his shoulder to the ground.
"No and I have had a girl in my bed before," he snapped back, and it was the truth. One of the few things Izzy didn't know about Alec was that he indeed had had a girl in his bed. And yes, just for that reason.
She raised her eyebrows, "Is the girl that was in your bed the one responsible for those hickeys?"
Alec glared at her and she just looked amused. She knew the truth, well part of it, and the truth was those hickeys didn't come from any girl.
"Why do you care Iz?"
She actually looked the slightest bit hurt by his words and he was about to apologize (he was easily guilted) when she spoke up.
"You're my brother Alec and you can't keep stuff like this to yourself."
"You mean my sex life? I thought that stuff was supposed to be private."
"You had sex?" Isabelle asked and her black eyes widened.
Alec flushed and ran his fingers through his messy hair.
"Iz, please I don't want to talk about this."
He sat down next to her and hoped she would adhere to his request. She put a hand on his knee and he looked at her, his blue eyes flooded with emotion and her black eyes tried to meet his. Trying to let him know she was there for him.
"Alec, that's not what I meant. I just want you to know that I'm here for you, because I don't want you to feel alone."
"I don't feel alone, I have you, Jace, the team. . ."
"That's not what I meant Alec; I meant about . . . you know."
"Me liking guys you mean?" And he asked the question with so much venom Izzy flinched. It was something he hated about himself and Isabelle knew better than to take his anger personally but it killed her to see her brother like this.
She continued to search his face and their eyes met, his were filled with such emotion, so much hatred for himself and sadness, a look she had first seen on his face years before.
Izzy recalled a time a few years ago, the first time they had ever visited New York.
Their parents were meeting with the former headmaster, a man by the name of Avery Aldertree, to see if the school "was up to their standards." Their parents hated the idea of New York, thinking it was just filled with "a bunch of liberal nuts and high crime rates" but Alicante High was something of a dream and would help their children in their future, so they conceded to let them attend Alicante.
They were allowed to wonder around the city (ok, technically they snuck off while their parents were in Aldertree's office) and came across a man, wearing a suit with many buttons pinned to it, holding an attention grabbing sign, looking angry and yelling things at passersby. Isabelle, who was only about thirteen at the time, didn't think much of it and neither did Jace appear to. It wasn't until Alec froze and paled did she actually notice something was off about the scenario (it was their first time in the state and she had just figured this was an everyday thing in New York).
Said man was shouting atrocious things, about premarital sex, masturbation and finally homosexuality. It was then that Alec looked as if he had been punched in the stomach, and his pace quickened and Isabelle and Jace followed behind him, their pace matching his. Jace just mumbled something about the man being insane, but Isabelle didn't pay attention to him, she was too busy watching Alec, his blue eyes cast to the ground, his breathing was harsh.
"Alec," she had whispered, and he turned to look at her, those eyes shining with more emotion than she thought was humanly possible.
"What?" He asked sounding angry and annoyed, but his voice cracked and even at the age of thirteen Izzy knew there was something going on with her brother.
Jace interrupted the moment and pointed out a pizza place they should eat at, as they had always heard people talking about New York style pizza. Izzy and Alec followed him into the small restaurant and the conversation was dropped for the time being.
A week later though, Isabelle snuck into Alec's room, just like she was doing now, and forced him to talk about it. At first he ignored her and avoided the topic, saying it was nothing and she was just imagining things. But Izzy was a Lightwood and their family did not give up so easily.
Eventually, and Isabelle still wasn't sure if it was because of her persistence or the fact that even at that age Alec had held everything in until it boiled to the surface resulting in Alec smashing his hand into a nearby wall, his eyes shining with angry tears.
"What if he was right?" Alec asked, voice once again breaking with emotion.
Isabelle crinkled her brow, "Right about what?"
Alec sighed and she noticed he was shaking, "Right about . . . homosexuals."
She opened her mouth to respond, she was only thirteen and was just starting her first relationship (it lasted a week and he was a terrible kisser) but she knew enough about to love to know the gender of the person you're dating is the least important thing. That's not why she didn't respond, because that would be easy to say. She didn't respond because she didn't know why this would bother Alec- and then, it clicked.
Ever since the trio had been old enough to be trusted to go to the nearby park alone (which for them was younger than most because their parents were hardly ever there and the maids and butlers wouldn't dare challenge either Jace or Izzy) girls had tried to befriend Izzy in hopes of dating Jace or Alec. In true Isabelle fashion, she told the girls both of her brothers had cooties and warned them to stay away.
In all fairness, they had kept her from potential boyfriends as well, threatening any boy who came within five feet of her with acts of violence. However as time went by, Jace started to date and was up to girlfriend #3 by the time this conversation took place and Alec still hadn't even tried dating anyone. Isabelle had once smugly thought it was because of her threats but why would Jace be dating anyone if that were true.
And in that moment, Isabelle understood. She understood why he hadn't dated though he was plenty attractive, and why the man's words shook him to the very core of his being.
Alec was gay.
She gently placed her hand over his, and brushed a finger over his knuckles that were already red and swollen from where he had hit the wall.
"Alec are you . . . are you gay?"
His head jerked up and their eyes met, he bit his lip, obviously fighting back tears and nodded. Using the hand that was holding his she jerked him to her, pulled her brother into a hug. She felt a few moist tears fall onto her should but Alec then pulled away and wiped away just a few tears and his mouth was set into a grimace.
"So you don't think he's right?"
Isabelle stared at her brother and wondered how he could ever think that. Then she remembered it was Alec, who unlike Jace or herself, took everything to heart.
"No, he was an idiot Alec."
Alec bit his lip as if he didn't quite believe her and she felt she had no choice but to hug him again.
"Besides, now I finally have someone I can talk to about boys."
Alec pulled back and looked mildly horrified, she laughed at his expression and quirked an eyebrow, "Eventually?"
He smiled, and she was sure he said it just to please her, but he responded with an "Eventually."
But it had been four years, and Alec still wouldn't open up to her about it. Worse, he had become closed off about nearly every aspect of his life so much so she didn't even learn about his scholarship until Jace said something about it the night when she caught the two sneaking out of Nicki Smith's dorm room. She didn't anything at the time, not wanting to seem petty but it had bothered her.
Her hand moved from his knee, and drifted to his hand in a move similar to one of years ago, gently squeezing his hand in what was meant to be a reassuring gesture. Their eyes were still locked in a battle of wills and it was Izzy who finally gave in and said something.
"Please Alec, I just want to help you," she pleaded, and there was just as much emotion in her voice as there was in his eyes.
It was that sentence that made Alec finally gave in; as one of Alec's main weaknesses was his incessant need to make his family members happy.
"I don't need help Iz; it was a one night thing."
"I know it's just that since . . ."
"Dylan?" Alec interrupted.
Isabelle grimaced and nodded, feeling a twinge of guilt for bringing him up. Dylan was a guy Alec dated when he was a sophomore and Dylan was a senior. They were both closeted at the time and Alec thought they had common ground; Isabelle even encouraged the relationship, as she was happy Alec even told her about it. Needless to say, that was a decision Izzy would come to regret as Dylan was cruel and hateful, hating himself and he often brought himself down, taking Alec with him. The relationship ended after about three or four months, but the damage was done. Alec placed himself deeper in the closet and became even more shut down, even to Isabelle.
"Yeah," she responded, looking down.
It was Alec who gave her hand a reassuring squeeze this time and she looked up at him.
"It's alright Izzy, I'm over that and this guy . . . he wasn't anything like Dylan."
Alec seemed to be staring off into space, thinking about either Dylan or this mystery guy, Isabelle didn't know.
"What was he like?" Isabelle felt compelled to ask, disturbing the silence.
Alec chewed on his lip. "He was really . . ." and Alec thought of the millions of adjectives that could describe that colorful, fun man he met that night, but there's one that sticks out most to him because it was the most important. "Nice, he was really nice."
Flashback:
Alec leaned against a nearby wall, sipping on a cup of punch he had gotten from the table in front of him. He stayed in the dark corner of the loft with the vain hope he would somehow get out of this party unnoticed, only here because Jace asked him to come (more like forced because Alec said no but Jace pestered him until he said yes).
"You know, the party is over in that direction." A voice advised and Alec turned to see a glittery, tall, attractive man standing beside him. The man smirked at the look on Alec's face and inclined his head in the direction of the dance floor on which Alec was sure Jace has disappeared to.
"Uh, I know I don't . . . uh I'm not really into that."
"Dancing?" Magnus asked, quirking a perfectly manicured eyebrow.
"Well yeah that and the whole . . . party scene."
"You are aware that this is indeed a party right?"
Alec laughed at this and Magnus looked delighted by his reaction.
"Yes, I'm aware. I'm here for my brother," Alec explained.
Magnus nodded in understanding and scanned the crowd, "I take it he is into the party scene."
"Yeah, he sort of dragged me here. Sorry if I'm in the way or something." Alec said, moving around nervously and Magnus snorted.
"No, you're not- you're actually making the wall look pretty. Thanks for that."
Alec choked on his drink and tried to respond but ended up sputtering and reddening more than anything.
Magnus just smiled, finding the behavior endearing.
"So can I get you a drink cutie?"
"Um, thanks but no thanks, I don't drink."
Magnus quirked an eyebrow again, "You are aware that there is alcohol in the punch right?"
Alec spit the sip of his drink he was taking back into his cup and stared at his as if it had personally betrayed him.
"No, I wasn't," Alec responded looking ashamed and holding the drink away from himself.
Magnus snorted and gently took the drink away from Alec and placed it on the corner of the nearby table.
"So are you sure about that drink? It doesn't have to be a beer or anything; I have water, soda, and punch without the alcohol. . ."
Alec stared at Magnus, contemplating the question.
Maybe it was the drink and a half he had already had or maybe it was the way the man smiled that made his heartbeat speed up. Maybe it was the fact that he had had a senior meeting earlier that week and was reminded of Dylan and how he had been his exact age, still closeted and angry at the world. Maybe it was the way the spinning disco lights shone over them at that moment and Alec could make out the specs of gold in the man's lovely green, cat like eyes and Alec thought he was truly something beautiful.
So he nods, "Sure . . . a beer I guess."
Magnus raised his brow, "You sure. . ."
"Alec, my name's Alec. And yes I'm sure."
The sparkly man smiled brilliantly, and nodded, "Magnus. I'll be back with that beer."
Alec smiled and looked to his feet as Magnus walked away, trying to contain his breathing and remind himself to not get too excited and look like a complete idiot.
Magnus came back a few minutes later, a blue martini in one hand a beer in the other and in the time Magnus had been gone Alec had finished off his punch from earlier. He had hoped the alcohol would serve as a bit of a confidence booster but there was no such luck because as soon as Magnus made eye contact with him he could feel his face warm.
Magnus handed him his beer and Alec was quick to screw off the top and take a large gulp, because he couldn't say anything stupid if he couldn't talk Magnus watched him with interest.
"Careful there," Magnus advised as he came up for air, "don't want you to get wasted or anything."
Alec shrugged, "I thought that was the point of parties."
"Occasionally, but it's really hard to get to know somebody when all their words are slurred and they're throwing up all over you."
Alec blinked, unsure of what to say to that. Did Magnus just imply he wanted to get to know him? What did that even mean? So, Alec, still not sure what to say just took another sip of his drink, but was careful to make sure it was a smaller sip than his original one.
Magnus snorted and took a sip of his own drink in an effort to hide the enormous smile he had from watching the adorable boy beside him.
It had been over an hour, and Magnus and Alec were still talking. The party had thinned out ever so slightly, but Magnus had barely noticed, only breaking conversation with the boy to go get a drink or break up a fight (couldn't anyone handle their alcohol anymore?).
Alec was laughing at something Magnus had said, and suddenly leaned in closer, his blue eyes scouring Magnus's face. In any other situation, Magnus would have thought this was an invitation to kiss him or maybe Alec was silently asking if he could kiss him. But this was Alec, and while Magnus knew very little about this mysterious boy, he projected a bone deep innocence that Magnus didn't want to corrupt.
So instead of kissing him, Magnus just smiled and asked, "What are you doing?"
Alec blinked, as if he didn't know the answer himself or maybe he had thought he was being coy about checking Magnus out.
"I um. . . I uh" Alec rocked back on his heels and ran a hand through his unkempt hair.
"Sorry," he explained sheepishly, thinking he had done something wrong.
Magnus snickered and leaned in closer, just as Alec had done moments earlier.
"There's nothing to be sorry about darling. I was just hoping you were doing what I thought you were doing."
Alec did his best to control his breathing, the close proximity did funny things to his mind.
"And uh, what was that exactly?"
Magnus smiled, reaching out his hand and gently brushing his thumb across Alec's cheekbone.
"I was hoping I could kiss you," Magnus explained.
Alec didn't speak, he forget about all of the people around them and nodded in response. Magnus slowly leaned in, gently pressing his lips to Alec's at first, seeing just how far this could go. Slowly and tentatively, Alec began to kiss back, his rough hands going to clutch Magnus' bare biceps. Magnus smiled into the kiss, deepening it, opening Alec's mouth with his tongue and pulling Alec closer by the front of his oversized sweater. Magnus felt Alec hum into the kiss and the feeling sent chills down his spine, the idea that he could make Alec feel good made him feel even better.
Suddenly they felt themselves be shoved. Magnus, used to drunken stumbling idiots, ignored this. Alec however, visibly tensed and jerked away from the kiss, much to Magnus's disappointment. Alec's brilliant blue eyes darted around and he stepped back from Magnus, turning to the person who had bumped into them, who was slurring an apology that Alec didn't seem to hear or pay attention to because his eyes then went to the still crowded dance floor (actually Magnus's living room with all of the furniture moved out of the way). It was like Alec had no idea he was surrounded by so many people.
"Alec?" Magnus asked, suddenly worried for the boy because he looked like he was about to be sick.
Alec's head jerked back to face Magnus, but he still looked stunned, and he pressed his hand to his kiss swollen lips.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have" Alec stammered, trying to walk away but Magnus grabbed him and pulled him back.
"Shouldn't have what?" Magnus asked, both confused and concerned.
This wasn't the Alec he had been talking to the past hour and a half. Sure that Alec was shy, and easily embarrassed, but this Alec looked positively traumatized.
"Kissed you, it's not"
"Alec are you . . . not out yet?" Magnus asked, his voice low and he leaned in closer to Alec
That may not have been the best idea because Alec's breathing hitched as if he was afraid Magnus was going to hit him or possibly kiss him again. Slowly, still not making eye contact with Magnus and swallowing the huge lump in his throat, Alec nodded.
Magnus grimaced; he didn't do things like this. He hadn't dated someone "in the closet" since well, ever. Hell, he had never even been in the closet! Magnus liked to be visible; it was ingrained in his DNA. But he looked at those soft blue eyes, disheveled hair, and swollen lips that were the result of his own doing, and Magnus found him irresistible.
"Well, if you wanted to go somewhere more . . . private." Magnus suggested, hoping the idea was as alluring to Alec as it was to him.
Alec stared at him, finally making eye contact, and looked surprised. Because Alec wanted that more than anything else in the world, he wanted to have someone to kiss, to hold, someone he liked to like him back even if it was just for one night.
"Yeah, just let me talk to my brother first?" Alec replied as if it were a question.
Magnus nodded, more than happy to allow Alec this small request.
Alec offered a weak smile, and walked off, looking for the telltale golden curls. Not surprisingly, it was Jace's voice that let Alec know his brother was near. He turned to see his brother arguing with another guy, and from what Alec heard it involved Jace dancing with the guy's girlfriend.
Of course, Alec thought, that was something that happened all too often as Jace didn't have to hide his sexuality (he added miserably and a bit resentfully).
Protective older brother instincts kicked in and Alec rushed to get to his brother's side in case it got physical, which it often did. Not that Jace would need his help, Alec conceded, but you can't fight instinct and he would likely be keeping Jace out of jail by pulling him away from a fight. In his hurry to get to his brother's side, Alec crashed into a petite blonde, sending her drink to the floor and she squeaked in surprise.
Heat rushed to Alec's face as the girl's brown eyes glared at him, but they made eye contact and her glare dissipated and her brown eyes turned friendly.
"I'm sorry," Alec exclaimed over the loud music.
The girl giggled and shook it off, "It's fine, really."
Alec bent down and picked up her glass, "I'll get you another one. I just have to go to my brother and I'll bring it right back."
He indicated to where Jace was standing, still in an argument and the girl waved him off.
"No need cutie, I'm fine."
"Are you" and then the word 'cutie' set in and Alec found himself at a loss for words. He instead turned to run to see Jace again. He rushed over to him quickly, not bothering to look back at the blonde who had called him cute, and was slightly out breath when he made it to Jace's side, who was no longer in an argument.
"You alright?" Jace asked raising an eyebrow as Alec stumbled over him, out of breath.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Alec replied his face still flushed.
Jace didn't believe him, but made no comment.
"I just um, wanted to let you know that I've got somewhere to go, so don't bother looking for me whenever you decide to go," Alec explained, some of his words mashed together as they flooded out in a nervous torrent.
"Um, okay?" Jace replied, confused by this.
"Well, um yeah, so see you later."
Alec made to take off, but was stopped as Jace called after him; he turned around and hoped his brother wasn't going to ask any questions.
Fat chance of that.
"Where are you going exactly?"
Alec was about to make something up, probably a horrid lie, but the blonde from a few moments ago slinked over to Alec and Jace just smirked and waved his brother away.
"Never mind" Jace snickered and walked away, probably to dance with someone's girlfriend again.
Alec wiggled out of the girl's grasp and darted back over to Magnus, who had watched the whole scene with amusement.
"Sorry it took so long, it's sort of crowded in here," Alec explained as he neared Magnus. Like Magnus didn't know what was going on in his own loft.
"I noticed. Blondie a bit of a distraction I see?"
Alec's eyebrows crinkled in the most endearing way, "What? No, I just told him I had somewhere to go."
Magnus chuckled, "I meant the girl."
Alec, having already forgotten about her, blushed.
"Oh, uh yeah that was weird."
Magnus smiled, "Indeed."
Alec, afraid he had made Magnus upset, went to apologize.
"I'm sorry, I didn't even see her. I wasn't flirting with her or"
Magnus cut Alec off, "Oh, I have problem believing that. The past hour we've spent flirting and your disgusted expression let me know you aren't the least bit interested in girls."
Alec didn't say anything back, finding himself incapable of speaking at the moment, so Magnus grabbed him by the arm and pulled him towards his room.
He felt the muscles in Alec's arms tense so he stopped himself, reminding himself that he wasn't going to force the boy into anything.
"You've got to stop teasing me Alexander, do you want this or not?"
Alec froze and looked at his feet, "I do, sorry I'm just . . . not used to this stuff."
Magnus offered him a comforting look, and placed a long tan finger under Alec's chin, making the boy look at him.
"It's alright, I just don't want you to be uncomfortable, now do me a favor will you?"
Alec nodded, "Sure, whatever you want."
Magnus resisted the urge to laugh or warn the boy to be careful to jump to such a hasty promise.
"Stop apologizing,"
"I only apo-"Magnus cut him off with another kiss, and when he felt Alec get lost in said kiss, he twisted his bedroom door open and yanked him inside.
Alec stumbled into Magnus's bedroom, as Magnus pushed him against a wall, shutting the door behind them. Alec pulled back to catch a breath and when he did; he took the opportunity to stare at the room. Magnus snickered as he watched the absolute aw on Alec's face.
Magnus's bedroom was brightly colored, with rainbow floor-length curtains, a bright purple vanity with more make up than Alec thought necessary, a large mattress sat against the far wall covered by a bright yellow comforter, tons of non-matching pillows on top of it. The walls were painted a dark purple, and the lights of New York that peaked through the curtains gave the room an odd glow.
"I uh, like your room,"Alec said after a few minutes and Magnus just laughed, guiding the boy to sit down on the mattress.
"I tend to think it's likable."
Alec cleared his throat, "It's really . . . bright."
"Yes, Ragnor complains that everything clashes but," Magnus shrugged, "I like it that way."
Alec crinkled his brow, "Who's Ragnor?"
He almost looked jealous, Magnus thought bemusedly.
"He's my roommate- my one hundred percent heterosexual roommate."
"Oh," Alec responded, a relieved look on his face.
"Yes," Magnus replied, leaning in close just as he had done earlier when you had to be close to hear over the party. Though there was no need to now as his door drowned out most of the music, "Where were we?"
Alec closed the distance between them, much to Magnus' surprise, and he gasped as Alec began to kiss a lot more forcefully than he had earlier. Magnus gladly returned the pressure, and leaned forward, slowly pushing Alec backwards until they were both lying down, Alec on his back and Magnus on top of him.
He felt Alec tense and pulled back, mentally chastising himself. Of course Alec wasn't that kind of guy, hell he was probably a virgin. His innocence had shown throughout their entire conversation. How could he be so dumb? He finally gets someone different and then treats him the same as everyone else!
"Are you okay with this?" Magnus asked, putting a distance between himself and Alec.
After a minute or so as he seemed to collect himself, Alec nervously nodded.
Magnus leaned back down; wanting to kiss him again, but he stopped himself. He had to know something first.
"Are you a. . ." Magnus trailed off, not even sure if this conversation should go in that direction. Alec leaned up a bit, clearly confused.
"Am I a what?"
"Are you a virgin?"
Alec looked surprised, and Magnus noticed he bunched the fabric of his comforter into little bits, his hands making fists as he replied.
"No, I'm not." Alec replied, looking slightly ashamed.
Magnus felt guilty, it wasn't something he thought anyone should be ashamed of, but the boy looked so forlorn, as if this somehow made him a terrible person.
"Hey, it's alright, I just wasn't sure where this is going. We don't have to do anything like that, I'm content with what we've been doing."
Alec said nothing, and seemed to be staring off into space.
"You're actually quite good at it," Magnus added, hoping he hadn't already ruined the night. He touched the side of his face, which was slightly warm from being in the overcrowded living room.
This seemed to break Alec from his reverie and he turned to look at Magnus instead of through him, "Okay."
Magnus smiled, bringing Alec's face to his, pressing their lips together, and trying to take everything as slow as possible. Ever so slowly, he leaned down and just nibbled on Alec's lower lip, delicately, just to see Alec's reaction. Alec groaned in response and leaned up, deepening the kiss. Magnus hummed with pleasure in excitement as they were both nearly sitting on their knees now, Alec doing most of the dominating. Slowly but surely, he sunk back, taking Magnus with him. They only pulled apart to breathe, and their faces were mere centimeters apart, taking deep erratic breaths.
"I feel really lightheaded," Alec breathed, but then quickly added: "but not drunk. I'm not drunk."
Magnus snickered and placed a small kiss on his lips, pulling away and Alec chased after his lips with his own, planting a kiss on his lips in return.
"You know, I think that's the third time you have said that tonight. Are you sure you're not drunk?"
Alec blinked, "Have I? I just . . . I just don't want you to think I am, because of what you said earlier."
Magnus stared a little, wondering just how someone so attractive could be so damn self-conscious. He thought of how the boy looked literally petrified when he realized they were kissing in public, he thought of how he stuttered and stammered frequently, and now how worried he was he would upset a nearly perfect stranger. It almost reminded him of . . .
Magnus shook himself from his thoughts and in a gesture of comfort, tucked Alec's dark hair behind his ear and kissed his forehead.
"Alexander, you don't have to worry. I'm just fine with how we are 'getting to know each other'".
Alec flushed and gave him a disbelieving look. Magnus sighed and pressed their lips together, hoping to dissuade that look. He pulled away only slightly, to find Alec's blue eyes glazed over, and he smiled, leaning back down and tentatively kissing him again. Alec once again showed a bit of dominance, which truthfully gave Magnus chills, and deepened the kiss.
Magnus became so lost in his blissful state, he didn't even think as he slipped his hands under Alec's sweater (had he been thinking clearly, he wouldn't have done that, due to Alec's stiff reactions throughout the night). But, surprising Magnus and possibly even himself, Alec just made a sound of pleasure, and slipped his own hands under Magnus's tight glittery shirt. Then Magnus felt a slight chill, as his shirt was being tugged upwards. They only broke their kiss for a second to pull it over his head and then Alec's own shirt followed Magnus's onto the floor.
Soon Magnus slowly began to kiss downwards, from his lips to his throat, from his throat to his chest, suckling and nibbling at the pale, soft skin. Alec groaned in pleasure beneath him and the sound was like a beautiful song to his ears. Magnus continued to kiss and suck on the bare skin, moving downwards until he was kissing Alec's bellybutton, dipping his tongue inside of it and snickering internally as Alec bucked beneath him.
His hands lowered with his lips and he slowly began to massage Alec's sides as he inched closer to the black curls underneath Alec's bellybutton, leading to the top of his pants. He looked up at Alec, silently asking if it was okay as his fingers looped through the belt loops of Alec's pants. Alec nodded, moving his legs and helping him slide off the pants, Magnus seeing a rather noticeable bulge as he slid them off.
The pants were tossed to the floor along with their shirts, landing with a 'flop' sound. Magnus then went back to his ministrations, kissing along Alec's hips and thighs, going about mid-thigh when he noticed a sizable bruise on Alec's inner thigh.
Magnus's thoughts went back to earlier and something clicked, how self-conscious the boy was though he possessed an ethereal beauty, how nervous he was to upset anyone, the stuttering and stammering. . .
"It's from soccer practice," Alec explained, lifting his head the slightest bit, wondering just why Magnus had stopped kissing him.
"Oh," Magnus replied, feeling relieved.
He began to kiss him again, Alec's head flopped back down onto the mattress, but then, the words hit Magnus . . . soccer practice . . . how old was this boy?
Magnus jerked back, feeling a twinge of fear and disgust. Was he some sort of pedophile? Alec shot up as well, a look of concern in his eyes.
"What?" He asked, putting a hand on the Magnus' shoulder.
"Soccer practice? How old are you exactly?" Magnus asked, hoping with all he had that Alec was eighteen.
Alec just snorted and gave him a look of contempt and Magnus thought he had to have siblings because there was superiority in the look one only learned from dealing with younger siblings.
"I'm legal, don't worry."
Magnus chortled, wondering how someone so seemingly serious and stiff had managed to make him laugh so much.
"What?" Alec asked, looking worried again.
Magnus mentally chastised himself, remembering laughing at people obviously did nothing for their self-esteem and this boy clearly needed a boost.
Had he never looked in a mirror? Magnus pondered.
"Nothing, you're just . . . something else."
"Something else?"
Magnus smirked and learned forward, "Yes, something else in an entirely good way."
"Oh okay." Alec replied breathlessly, leaning back down against the bed and Magnus leaned against him, placing gentle kisses on his neck, jaw, and just beneath his ear.
Magnus slowly made his way to where he was just minutes ago, massaging Alec's thighs and kissing Alec's lower stomach, just above the waistband of his (of course) black boxers. Magnus hooked his fingers in the waistband of the boxers, hearing Alec's breathing hitch, and looked up to once again get the silent okay. After a terse moment, Alec nodded in response.
Magnus leaned forward, and placed a small kiss on Alec's swollen lips, before going back to his underwear, once more hooking his thumbs in the waistband, giving Alec a chance to say no, before he slid them off, allowing Alec's erection to spring free, a sigh of relief coming from the boy.
Magnus took his time with the boy in front of him, his obvious innocence making Magnus want to be all the more careful. It was a strange feeling, even for him, but Magnus Bane liked strange.
He slowly twisted his hands around his cock, getting faster and finally getting a rhythm and Alec writhes and bucks beneath him. Magnus's mouth soon took the place of his hands, and Alec let out a loud choking noise, and began to writhe about even more.
"What are you doing?" He squeaked.
Magnus looked up, slowly removing his mouth from Alec, making a 'pop' noise.
"A blow job, you do know what that is?"
"Yes, I know what that is," Alec responded, his voice raspy. "I've just never . . ."
"I thought you weren't a virgin?"
Alec looked at him incredulously.
"No, if I were a virgin would I be doing this after having just met you?" Alec retorted, sounding angry. Magnus knew it probably had more to do with his aching cock than anything he had said.
Well if only the boy hadn't interrupted what he had been doing, that wouldn't be a problem.
"It's just . . . my ex . . ." and Alec looked a bit pained as he said the word 'ex', "it was always really fast. We never really did this, I was just surprised."
Magnus blinked, almost feeling guilty.
"If you don't want to do this"
"No!" Alec interrupted, "I do. It was just unexpected but it was . . . nice."
"Nice?"
Alec nodded, "Very nice."
Magnus smirked, "Oh, I think by the end of this night, you'll think it was anything but nice."
Alec's eyes widened and his breathing hitched as Magnus once again descended on his aching length. Alec wasn't sure quite what was happening, but he felt sucking and swallowing and the twisting of Magnus's velvet like tongue swirl around him.
He bunched his hands in his sweaty hair, trying to stop himself from forcing Magnus further down on his length. Magnus's hands were massaging his thighs, ass and balls, his tongue doing things Alec didn't know possible.
Suddenly, Alec didn't know what came over him, but he leaned forward and pulled Magnus up, feeling a bit sad at the loss of the incredible feeling but he didn't focus on that. Instead he brought Magnus's lips to his own, their tongues twisting together, teeth clacking and Alec tried his best not to think too much about how weird it was that the tongue inside his mouth had just been doing inconceivable things to his manhood.
"Inside you," Alec breathed as they pulled apart, "I want to be inside of you."
Magnus's eyes widened, but he had no time to respond, in just a few seconds, using those ridiculously strong arms (who knew soccer players were so buff?) Magnus was pinned beneath Alec. His breathing quickened as Alec stared down at him with lust filled blue eyes.
"Is this okay?" Alec asked, sounding so opposite the boy who just flipped him onto his back.
Magnus nodded, "This is incredibly hot."
Alec blushed, leaning down and he slowly kissed Magnus. Just as Magnus had done earlier he began to travel down further south.
Before Magnus could even make out a coherent thought (the boy had a wonderful tongue) he felt hands on his hips and he looked down to see Alec staring at him expectantly.
"Is it okay if I. . ." Alec trailed off, motioning to see if he could take his pants off.
"Yes," Magnus groaned in reply, "but fair warning, I'm not wearing any underwear."
Alec nodded and if this statement gave him any pause it didn't show, a moment later, Magnus's pants were discarded to the floor. Alec began to kiss upwards this time, slowly rocking his hips and their erections grinding together as Alec made it to Magnus's mouth. Their kisses were messy and off kilter, their bodies flushed and sweaty.
"Lube?" Alec asked, barely intelligible as Magnus rocked upwards against him.
"Side table, first drawer." Magnus choked out, in as much need as Alec was.
Alec quickly reached over, opening the drawer and immediately grabbing the half empty bottle of cherry flavored lube.
He poured some onto two of his fingers, and edged downwards settling in-between Magnus's thighs, where a few hickeys began to form from Alec's earlier kissing. Alec began with one finger and slowly pressed it into Magnus's entrance, slowly filling up the elder man, and two other fingers soon followed, getting into a fast pleasurable rhythm.
"Now, Alec, now." Magnus practically begged, needing more.
Alec glanced up from his ministrations, only showing slight trepidation before he complied, sliding his fingers out of the puckered hole and placing his hands firmly on either side of Magnus, aligning and preparing both himself and Magnus before he slowly pressed into Magnus.
Magnus bit his lower lip, adjusting to the feeling, as Alec thankfully went slowly in the beginning (it had been a while). He soon felt Alec fully inside of him, feeling oddly content and blissful, no more pain but just pure pleasure as Alec began to pump in and out of him, rather awkward at first but soon with Magnus's guidance, he found a good pace.
Alec changed up his direction, and Magnus arched his back and moaned as Alec hit his prostate. His nails dug into Alec's back and Alec hissed in pain but continued at that angle.
"Almost . . . almost. . ." Magnus growled out, as Alec's thrusts became more erratic and less controlled.
One more thrust and Magnus lost control, exploding all over both of their stomachs, Alec following soon after, collapsing on top of him.
Magnus caught his breath, playing the mop of hair on top of Alec's head, and flinching a bit as Alec pulled out and rolled over.
"That was . . ."
"Yeah," Magnus agreed, knowing there was no word for it.
Sure Magnus had had a lot of sex in his lifetime, and Alec showed he at least had some experience. And while this wasn't the best sex of his life, it was . . . sweet.
Magnus had never thought sex could be sweet before, but he thought of how Alec kept asking if he was okay during, and was gently stroking his cheek when he first pushed in. It was . . . almost like making love.
Before he could stop himself, Magnus said, "You may be my best one night stand ever."
Alec blinked, "Thanks, I guess."
Magnus snickered, kissing the boy on the cheek, watching as his breathing began to even out in sleep. Magnus sighed a bit, getting comfortable as well, when he realizes just how much it bothered him to call this boy a "one night stand".
It was barely morning when Alec's phone buzzed; he could hear it against the floor, still in his jeans pocket. He awoke with a jolt, momentarily forgetting where he was. He slipped out from under the tan arm of his "one night stand" as he said and moved to pick up his jeans and sweatshirt off the floor. He glanced down at his stomach, and feeling ashamed moved to the bathroom to clean himself up.
He didn't know what got into himself last night; maybe he was just that lonely. After wiping off his stomach, Alec fiound his boxers and shoes and then got dressed, doing his best not to wake Magnus.
He'd never had a one night stand before and he had no idea how this works but he doubted Magnus would care too much if he left without a goodbye, after all who had one night stands on their Christmas list? Alec's phone buzzed again (the reason for his waking up) and he pulled it out of his jeans pocket to check it- it was a reminder of his meeting with Coach Wayland later that after evening. Alec thought he should definitely shower before then.
Alec slipped out of the bedroom, doing his best not to make a sound as he closed the door behind him. He stepped around bottles and trash and saw the disco lights are still on from last night, the radio on as well but set to a low volume. He scooted around everything as silent as could be, thanking his rebellious siblings and soccer for his nearly soundless steps.
He was almost out the front door of the house when a white ball of fluff came bounding under his feet, nearly making him trip as he screamed and caught himself.
He closed his eyes, hoping with everything he hadn't woken Magnus. The sound of a snicker behind him let him know he has indeed been caught. He whirled around sheepishly, Magnus just in silk boxers, looking mussed and amused.
He sauntered towards him, "Leaving so soon? No goodbye note? No good bye kiss? Not even breakfast in bed together?"
Alec just stuttered and stammered but Magnus just laughed, "Joking darling, though it would be nice if you had awoken me. It is New York after all; I can't just let you leave my door unlocked."
"Oh, um sorry I didn't think about that."
Magnus waved it off, "It's fine, but since we're both up, how does breakfast sound?"
"I can't, I have somewhere to be."
"On a Saturday morning?"
"It's a soccer thing," Alec replied, not liking his honesty being questioned.
Magnus didn't say anything, just moved forward a bit, reaching behind Alec to open the door.
"Then I guess you better get going."
Alec blinked, "Yeah, I guess I should."
"Wait, before you go though, do you have a piece of paper?"
Alec stared at him as if he said the sky was green, "No, why would I have that?"
Magnus smirked and Alec felt intimidated, which was odd because while Magnus was an inch taller than him, he was quite lean, especially compared to Alec.
"So that means no goodbye note, I guess a kiss will have to suffice, don't you agree?"
Magnus smiled and Alec gaped at him, "Er, okay?"
Magnus leaned in, gently pressing his lips to Alec's, their tongues gently grazing against each other before Magnus pulled away. Alec then felt hands in his back pocket, and his eyes which had fluttered shut, shot open and he jumped back.
"Call me," Magnus whispered and shut the door behind him.
Alec pressed his fingers to his lips, as if he could somehow imprint the feeling of kissing Magnus there forever. He slowly walked away grabbing whatever it was from his pocket as he exited the building.
It was his phone number, written in glittery ink with a winking face behind it.
Was this normal for one night stands? Alec wondered.
A gust of wind picked up and Alec wrapped his arms around himself, wondering if this was what a "walk of shame" looked like. The paper flitted with the wind and Alec thought if he just let it go, the number and Magnus would be lost to him forever. He almost did it too, but then he remembered the feeling of their lips together, how kind Magnus had been to him, and instead he slipped the paper back into his pocket, smiling to himself.
End Flashback
"Wait, you still have his number?" Isabelle shrieked as Alec ended the story.
Well that certainly wasn't the reaction he was expecting, he thought there would be at least a little yelling, some reprimanding. But then again that was his job.
"Yeah?"
"And have you called him?"
"No why would I?"
"Well why did you keep his number?"
Alec opened his mouth to answer, but found he had no good answer. The truth was he actually really wanted to call Magnus since that night.
"I don't know I just haven't."
Isabelle sighed, "Alec, seriously? You obviously like him."
"No, Iz I don't. I don't even know the guy."
"Well he obviously liked you. He gave you his number after you two had sex, most people don't do that after one night stands, trust me."
Alec shot her a look which she met with a smile.
"Ugh," he groaned burying his face in his hands, "why did I tell you any of this?"
Isabelle put her hand on his shoulder and he looked up at her.
"Because you need someone to talk to, and I know I make fun of you Alec but I'm glad you tell me these things. You need to tell someone."
Alec shrugged, "Maybe that's it."
They heard a distant knocking and knew that it was security. Alec looked fearful for his sister but Isabelle just looked annoyed, going over to the window and cracking it slightly.
"I'm not saying you should call him if you don't like him Alec, but if you think there is a chance he can make you feel better at all then call him."
The knocks got closer and Isabelle slid the window open further, disappearing into the night. Alec quickly closed the window behind her. There was a knock on his door and he opened it allowing an out of breath Burn into his room. Burt, seeing nothing, gave a wave of goodbye and left Alec's room.
Alec slowly collapsed onto his bed, thinking of the party, Magnus, his sister's words, Magnus, Jace's teasing, Magnus . . .
He grabbed his phone and dug into the top drawer of his night table, easily finding a small slip of paper that had more crinkles in it from being folded and unfolded numerous times than any piece of paper should.
He dialed the first six digits, before he remembered having the same butterflies in his stomach before, only to have his heart broken and self-esteem further destroyed. With a sigh Alec closed his phone and got under his covers, hoping he would find happiness in his dreams.
And he did, as green eyes once again greeted him in sleep, like they had every night since the party.
Okay, I hope this wasn't too terrible, lemons aren't my thing I guess but I tried to get across why they are both attracted to each other and give little hints about their pasts (a tiny bit of Magnus's is there, though not as much detail) and of course Alec didn't go into that much detail with his sister but that is what happened basically.
Sorry this took longer than usual, but I did try to make it longer.