7. An In Tents Camping Trip
Jace was looking at Alec as if he knew everything that had went on the other night, but he had been careful not to tell them that him and Magnus had been intimate right after Alec had stood up to his father.
"Once again, I feel like you're keeping the juicy stuff from me. You better not be, Alec," Jace warned him. Alec just frowned at him. His interest in Alec's love life was rather alarming; maybe he was bored with Clary?
"You're not hearing me. My dad kicked me out, he basically said that I could come back when I was straight," Alec said with frustration.
"He did not actually say that," Izzy said. She'd heard it all from her room, because the conversation had been pretty loud.
"He told me to get a nice girlfriend or get a new home, how is that not the same?" Alec demanded.
"That's ridiculous. Good for you, you stood up to him," Simon cheered.
"I still feel like there's more to this story. You said that Magnus stayed the night?" Jace kept circling around the topic. It was not that he was being insensitive; it was more just his way of deflecting the issue.
"Well, you can borrow my tree house?" Simon offered.
"It's not your tree house, it's everybody's tree house, Simon," Clary pointed out.
"He can still use it, right?"
"Of course he can! I'll stay there too," Izzy said.
"What? Absolutely not," Alec shook his head.
"I won't be staying at home if you're not allowed there!"
"Yes you are, this has nothing to do with you," Alec thundered.
"If everyone had that same attitude there would be no allies. Do you know how the world would look like without allies? Gays would not have any rights, Alec, that's what the world would look like," Izzy stated.
"She's kind of right," Jace shrugged, taking Izzy's side.
"I think she might be the smartest person I know," Simon said dreamily, but no one was listening to him.
"You can stay in the tree house then. I'm not gonna stay in a fucking tree house," Alec said.
"You'll stay with me then. We'll have a slumber party every night, and we'll make pedicures and braid each other's hair, just like old times," Jace suggested.
"You're in a group home, you can't have friends stay overnight," Alec sighed.
"I know, I was just trying to prove how your only option is to go to Magnus, or you know – Simon's."
"What about me?" Clary wondered.
"No way, I saw you two with your arms locked before the party the other night," Jace waved a hand at her, not even the slightest bit of jealousy showing.
"I might as well say this now – I'm into blondes," Clary admitted as if it was a confession from deep within.
"And I'm into boys, but we all sacrifice something along the way," Alec joked.
"Alec, I'm sure my mom will talk your dad, or maybe Luke can talk some sense into him," Clary said.
"I would rather if they didn't know. It's bad enough as it is. I'll crash on Magnus' couch or something," he shrugged.
"Right, the couch," Jace rolled his eyes. "Nothing exciting ever happens around here."
"Oh, so you didn't hear about the boy from school who was kicked out of his home for being gay?" Simon joked.
"Thanks, you guys. You've been really helpful," Alec said sarcastically.
…
Magnus somehow knew, as soon as he saw Alec at the front door of his house. He had seen his father's reaction after all. Without a word he just dragged him inside the house by his shirt. His mother was in the kitchen, but she wasn't cooking, she was just drinking coffee and reading, even though it was in the middle of the day.
"Alec!" she smiled. He had gotten her around to calling him Alec instead of Alexander. Alec stepped closer into the kitchen, followed by Magnus.
"Mrs. Bane, do you think I could stay here for a couple of days?" he hated to ask her, because he knew she wouldn't be able to say no if he was the one asking and not Magnus, and it felt wrong of him to take advantage of that.
"Sure. If your parents don't mind you staying over on school nights?"
"They won't care," Alec said in a low voice, not finding the strength or confidence to speak up. Her eyes flickered towards Magnus and back again.
"Oh. Well…" Mrs. Bane was short on words, and it was clear that she understood. She got up and went around the kitchen island to stand in front of the boys. She held her arms up and pulled Alec in for a hug, which he awkwardly repaid with a pat on her back. He wasn't used to embraces. The only one who occasionally hugged him was Izzy, and even that was pretty rare. "We'll order Thai food or pizza, and watch reruns of lame reality shows," she smiled softly. Alec looked up at Magnus to see if he was okay, and all he met was as soft a smile as his mother's.
"Thank you, Mrs. Bane. I appreciate it," Alec replied.
…
It was pretty obvious that Magnus was more devastated than Alec himself. Alec had expected it to happen. His father was up for a promotion soon, and a gay son wouldn't exactly help his position. Magnus had it easy, he thought, his mother was the kindest woman on the planet, probably. She had been sitting with them all afternoon talking, retelling Alec that of course he could stay until things calmed down at home. She even offered to go talk to his father, but Alec had turned down the offer for now.
"You don't have to look at me like I need rescuing. I'm fine," Alec sighed, when Magnus and him had gone to his purple bedroom to be alone.
"I know you don't need rescuing, Alec," Magnus said calmly. He started thinking about something, Alec could tell, he had this sort of plotting look that he knew from Jace as well, even if they looked nothing alike. And despite the fact that it was clouded with compassion it was still there underneath the surface. "I have an idea," Magnus said as expected.
"What?"
Magnus dragged Alec downstairs, outside and into the garage. It looked like no one had moved anything in there for years. It had probably been his father's place to use. Magnus found something in a green bag.
"We should go camping," he suggested. Alec looked at his boyfriend sideways, shortly imagining Magnus in a tent.
"Are you kidding me?" Alec asked flatly.
"No, don't be such a downer."
"You like camping?"
"I like you, and you're outdoorsy, I thought you would enjoy it. I don't mind as long as you're there. You can bring your bow and shoot squirrels for dinner," he smiled. Alec remembered once when him, Jace and Simon had gone camping for the weekend. It had been their way of trying to be manly and mature, and it had been awful, mostly because Simon had brought his guitar and insisted on all of them singing together. He would like to try out camping without Simon, or even Jace. Alec took hold of the bag with the tent in it and looked at the photo on the side. It was a photo of how the tent would look when put up. It wasn't a normal tent. By the looks of it, Alec sort of expected it to come with a Jacuzzi and it's own maid.
"This isn't a tent?" Alec said. For a short moment Magnus looked confused, but before he could reassure Alec that it was a real tent, he realized what Alec had meant.
"We can get another tent if it's too much?"
"I'm just trying to imagine the two of us trying to put up this tent. My dad never took me camping. I've gone camping once. Besides, it's not really a tent if you can stand upright inside of it," Alec explained. Camping was all about the small space of the tent, so that you would stay more outside the tent and be part of nature. You only had to sleep inside the tent.
"You want a tent where we can only lie down? I like your thinking, Mr. Lightwood," Magnus smirked. Alec was momentarily speechless, both because of Magnus' insinuation, but also because he just called him Mr. Lightwood and he didn't really want to be reminded of his dad.
"I didn't… we… don't call me that," he finally managed to stutter.
"I'm sorry," Magnus said and threw down the bag with the tent. "We're going tent shopping. Now I want the tiniest tent in the shop."
"You know they make tents for kids, right?"
"Even better!" Magnus seemed suddenly overly confident.
It didn't take them long to find a normal sized tent and other essentials for camping, just before the store closed that night. Magnus had convinced Alec that it was the perfect revenge to skip school for two days and go camping with his boyfriend, because it was something that would annoy Robert immensely if he was ever told that Alec skipped school for such foolishness.
"What about your mom?" Alec wondered as they were eating breakfast the next morning. Mrs. Bane had already left for an early meeting, but surely she wouldn't be happy about Magnus skipping school.
"She's one rainbow flag away from becoming a PFLAG mom," Magnus shrugged.
"A what?"
"Parents, Friends and Family of Lesbians and Gays. She doesn't go to the meetings, she doesn't do well with other parents, I've never figured out why. But she realizes it's difficult sometimes, and she's alright with me skipping school to support my homeless boyfriend," Magnus said.
"I wish she was my mom," Alec said.
"That would just be weird, wouldn't it? I mean, we've been over this before, there's no way my brother would ever be that pale," Magnus joked.
"Shut up, maybe I have that same thing as Michael Jackson," Alec replied, a bit proud of his own wit, when Magnus suppressed a smile.
"Valid point. We should probably get going, so we don't miss the one bus that goes far enough for us to find a camping spot," Magnus said, and bottomed his coffee.
…
Almost miraculously they found a campground that was fairly deserted. They had passed a lot of families on their way, but Magnus noticing that Alec wasn't comfortable camping around families kept going until they found a nice quiet spot. At least it was quiet for a short while.
They managed to put up the tent, or more like Alec managed to put up the tent, while Magnus was watching and pretending to be helpful by commenting on Alec working.
"It really is a small tent, good thing we didn't go for the children's tent," Magnus said as he measured the tent with his eyes, tilting his head once in a while. "We're both fairly tall, we'll probably have to snuggle," he added.
"Is that a bad thing?" Alec wondered, concentrating on fastening the tent so that it would stay put, but he caught a glance at Magnus' grin, before the sound of a new text message escaped Magnus' pocket. "You brought your phone?"
"It could be an emergency," Magnus shrugged and read the text. Alec shook his head and finished up the tent, while Magnus answered his text.
"All done," he said, when he'd fastened the last bit of the tent to the ground.
"Looks cozy. Now for the sleeping bags!" Magnus cheered.
"Hold on. Was it an emergency?" Alec inquired, although he knew it wasn't, but he was still curious to know who Magnus was texting.
"Not exactly, but you hadn't told Isabelle we were going camping," Magnus said.
"Because it's none of her business. Tell me you didn't tell her where we are?"
"Of course I did. What if we have an accident and no one knows where we are?" Magnus said.
"Oh there's going to be an accident – if Izzy tells the others where we are, they will come here as well and I will feel compelled to break your leg," Alec said in a very serious tone. He knew his friends all too well, he could just imagine them when Izzy would tell them that they'd gone camping – Clary would think it sounded like fun, and spontaneous as Jace was he would pack a bag immediately and take her camping. One time Clary had mentioned that she liked Green Day and Jace had bought tickets to their next show, even though the concert was nearly across the country.
Magnus took a step closer to Alec, and put his hand on Alec's chest in a seductive manner.
"I'm sure they'll understand that we just want some privacy," he whispered, before he leaned in to kiss Alec's neck just below his ear. Alec clutched at Magnus' shirt when he felt the other boy lick his earlobe.
"You don't know Jace. He doesn't know the definition of privacy," Alec breathed.
…
As usual Simon couldn't help but stare when Izzy entered the cafeteria at lunch. She was wearing heels as always, and tight leather look jeans with a black top, while her hair hang loose around her shoulders almost reaching her waist. Sometimes he forgot his own name when she stepped into the room, even now after they'd been friends for months. She sat down next to him and took the brownie from his hand, which he'd completely forgotten about.
"Sure, go ahead and eat my brownie," he mumbled.
"It didn't look like you were going to eat it anyway," she said coldly. Burn, Simon thought. They had had a small quarrel last night, when she'd come to his house. She had stayed in the tree house, after telling her parents that she wouldn't stay in a house where Alec wasn't allowed, and Simon had admired her for that. But when the two of them had been making out in the tree house, he had first had the intention of going down on her, because he thought she would like to try something new. However, it hadn't gone as planned, as it turned out girls' private parts were really complicated and he had chickened out.
"So did you find out where Alec was?" Jace asked.
"Him and Magnus are out camping," she said.
"Aww, that sounds like fun," Clary smiled. Jace shot her a look.
"I guess he didn't feel like going to school. Maybe we should all ditch school and go camping?"
"Maybe they went because they wanted some alone-time?" Simon tried. He remembered the last time they went camping.
"It's not like we won't bring our own tents," Jace said.
"I don't know…" Clary sounded unsure. "How about we go on a weekend instead? My mom would freak if I ditched school."
"Where is your sense of spontaneity and adventure?" Jace frowned.
"I think Clary's right. Besides, we shouldn't intrude," said Simon.
"We're not intruding. We're his friends, and friends are there for each other in difficult times."
"I think it would be fun," Izzy shrugged casually. "I don't really feel like going to class these days anyway."
"Izzy!" Simon had expected more from her at least.
"What, my parents are jerks. I say screw 'em," she said. Simon's eyes met Clary's and they both knew who would get their way, mostly because Clary also looked slightly excited about the idea.
"I guess we're going camping," Simon said, shuddering inside from the memory of their last camping trip. At least this time he would have Clary and Izzy there too.
…
Magnus handed Alec one of the sleeping bags for him to fold out.
"You didn't put glitter in it, did you?" Alec teased.
"Of course not!" Magnus made a poor offended act. Alec pulled it out of the bag and saw that sure enough it didn't have any glitter in it, but the blue color was basically glitter itself. Of course he would have found the shiniest sleeping bags in the store, Alec thought with a smirk. Magnus noticed. "I'm growing on you, aren't I?"
Alec thought of all sorts of responses to that, but he wasn't the type of person who would ever use those kinds of responses out loud or he would get too embarrassed about it himself – Jace was more the kind of person who would make remarks to such question. Instead he went with a non-innuendo answer.
"I'm just starting to realize that when it comes to glitter you're completely incorrigible, but that's also what I like about you… apparently," Alec shrugged.
"Well," Magnus took a step closer to Alec; they were standing in front of the tent entrance. "I know it's early, but how about we test these sleeping bags right now? Unless you feel like going fishing first?"
"Is fishing supposed to be code for something, or do you actually mean fishing?" Alec wondered nervously. They hadn't brought fishing gear. They hadn't even gone by Alec's house to get his bow, before leaving, because he didn't want to take the chance of running into his dad.
"Shut up, Alexander. And get in the tent," Magnus demanded and Alec did as told without hesitation. Dominating-Magnus sort of got him excited. Magnus followed him inside the tent, where he lay down on top of him. Alec was just starting to zoom out everything around him but Magnus' hand up his shirt and another hand very close to the hem of his jeans, when he heard voices outside. He remembered that he was in a tent, a very small tent at that, and that anyone passing by would probably hear them and realize what they were doing. He quickly sat up as a reflex and banged his head into Magnus'.
"Ouch!"
"I'm sorry!" Alec whispered, while looking for a bruise on his head, but he couldn't see anything on Magnus' forehead.
"What happened?"
"I hear voices," Alec hushed, thinking that if they were quiet the people would go away, but then he recognized a voice.
"This is like searching for a needle in a haystack!"
"You're such a spoilsport, Simon," Jace said.
"Spoilsport? Does people actually say that?"
Magnus looked at Alec. For a moment Alec thought he was going to apologize for telling Isabelle where they were, but then he just gave Alec a shrug and went outside.
"What an unpleasant surprise," Magnus said, and Alec peered out of the tent.
"We found the needle," Jace looked at Simon triumphantly. Simon just scowled back at him. Alec could have been wrong, but he sensed that Simon was the only of the four who seemed to feel like they were intruding. "I hope we didn't interrupt anything," Jace said as if to no one in particular.
"What are you doing here?" Alec demanded.
"We've come to camp with you," Izzy said as if it was the most natural thing on Earth.
Of course there was no reasoning with the four of them or even a way to politely tell them to back off, and before Alec knew it his friends were camping with them. On the bright side, they had brought ingredients for s'mores, which of course the two of them hadn't even thought of, because they had had other things in mind when going camping.
Alec was surprised when Magnus offered to help start a fire, and even more surprised when he without much effort made the campfire.
"Wow, you really have a flare for that sort of thing," Simon joked, as the fire flared up almost as if under some sort of spell by Magnus' hands.
"Does this guy ever run out of puns?" Magnus wondered.
"I should hope not, sarcasm and puns are my only defense, but just in case that I do run out of things to say, I brought a book we could read around the campfire, it's called A Hitchiker's Guide To Not Getting Killed by Ren Tacar," Simon said.
"Hilarious," Alec said flatly.
And things only got worse as the evening progressed. What could have been a sweet and quiet camping trip with his boyfriend had turned out to be the camping trip in hell. Before dinner was ready he had walked past Simon and Isabelle making out – Simon's hand up Izzy's shirt. And Jace had almost lost the one pair of shoes he'd brought on the trip, if Alec hadn't jumped into the water and soaked himself just to save a wet shoe – now they had four wet shoes. Alec hadn't even seen how it had happened, because Jace was always the fast one of the two, but something had distracted him, while they had walked by the lake. Luckily, Magnus had brought lots of extra clothes and so Alec could wear a pair of his velvet pants and a T-shirt, which surprisingly didn't have any sequins or glitter on it, however it did say 'Classy Sassy and a bit Smart Assy' in purple letters. Even more odd was that Jace's clumsiness continued by the fire, when he was concentrating on warming soup a spark suddenly caught at his jacket. Worst-case scenario flashed before Alec's eyes as he saw a small flame on his best friend, but luckily Clary was quick to stop the flame before it could flare up. Even Simon had gotten to his feet in horror.
"Phew. This camping trip is getting in tents," he said. Alec scowled at him. Jace flashed a grin, and Clary burst out laughing, while Izzy rolled her eyes.
"We're clearly not very good at camping," Alec sighed.
"Where is your spirit? Let's just make s'mores, it will make everything better," Magnus smiled at his boyfriend. But it didn't. Alec had never made s'mores before, and he almost ruined Magnus' shirt, when the chocolate fell down all the way from the corner of his mouth, down his chin and onto the purple letters messing up the word 'Smart'. Nothing was going the way he'd hoped for this trip, and he felt the heat rise in his cheeks as the anger rushed over him. "Alec, don't worry about it. Chocolate is way easier to get off clothes than… glitter," Magnus said as if he'd meant to say something else, probably noticing the change in his mood. "Here, let me help you."
"I'm fine, I don't need your help!" Alec snapped and went into the tent to be alone. It was a stupid thing to get upset about, but it was more than just spilt chocolate – it was this entire camping trip.
…
Magnus looked around at the group and gave them all an apologetic look, before disappearing into the tent after Alec.
"We were just having fun. Why is he upset?" Jace wondered. Simon took a deep breath and decided he needed to interfere.
"Gee, I don't know. Maybe because we crashed his romantic camping trip, soaked his only pair of shoes, almost caused a forest fire, and don't forget that he was recently kicked out of his own home," Simon said. Jace didn't respond. For a short moment Simon thought he had offended Jace enough to make him speechless, but that's when he noticed Jace was actually looking sympathetic to the whole scene. Jace got to his feet and walked away from the campfire and into the forest.
"Simon!" Clary exclaimed.
"What? I don't really think anyone other than Alec is entitled to be mad at the moment."
Clary got up and walked in the direction Jace had disappeared. Simon turned to look at Izzy, who had been unusually quiet this entire time. She was still toasting marshmallows over the dying fire.
"Don't tell me you're mad at me too for speaking my mind?" he asked.
"No, I think you're right, actually. It was stupid of us. I just wanted to get away from home, but it was selfish," she said quietly. Simon held his breath for a moment. Izzy never admitted that she was wrong or selfish.
"We'll just go home tomorrow. They'll get over it," Simon said and moved closer to Izzy. "Now that I have managed to scare them all away, the campfire seems kind of romantic?" he tried. Izzy gave away a short laugh.
"I bet this was your plan all along."
"Yeah, I'm secretly a master at manipulation. Also, about the other night…" he started to bring it up.
"Simon, stop talking," she warned.
"No, I want to apologize, I thought it would be easy, but then it looked so complicated…" Simon stopped himself as he saw Izzy's cheeks brighten in color. Izzy never blushed. "Okay, let's not talk about it then."
"It's just… I thought you didn't like the way I look… down there," Izzy's cheeks were now a bright red color.
"Are you kidding me?" Simon asked and immediately realized she wasn't kidding at all. He had never seen her this insecure, and it was starting to worry him, so he quickly whispered into her ear. "I think every inch of you is gorgeous."
Izzy giggled and pulled the marshmallow away from the warmth of the fire. It was running down the stick, because it had overheated. She grabbed the Hershey's and the crackers anyway, before she offered Simon the first bite.
"Do you think if we go inside the tent and try out that thing again, they will be able to hear us?" Simon whispered. Izzy stood up.
"I think I don't care," she said and went for the tent. Simon lay down the rest of the s'more, and went after her, hoping it didn't count as littering.
Izzy had brought four pillows with her, which they had all pestered her about, but now Simon was grateful for the pillows. His spine felt hard against the ground of the tent, but at least it was soft from his shoulders and up, as Izzy pushed him down. Soon her mouth covered his, her hands were rubbing against his pants and it was driving him mad. He wanted more, but he had also promised that he would go down on her first and he really wanted to make her feel good, so he carefully turned her over so she was against the ground and he sat on top of her. Izzy started unbuttoning her sweater and Simon pulled off his shirt. It was a rather cold night, but both their bodies were warming up as more clothes went off. It was even more cramped inside the tent than it was in the tree house, but Simon was able to find a way for him to only slightly awkwardly fit between her legs. He unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off along with her lace underwear. Izzy gave away a little gasp and a shiver. Maybe it was too cold out for her to be entirely naked? He was wearing a tank top and jeans still. He reached around for his sweater and wrapped it around her shoulders, giving her a small kiss before moving down again. He kissed her stomach, passed her navel, leaving goose pimples on her soft skin. He should just go for it right? Izzy looked down at him as he paused.
"I'll guide you if you need it," she whispered.
Simon continued to kiss her thigh, before he reached the part of her that had had him chicken out the night before. He kissed her, and though her breathing shifted, her body didn't seem to respond.
"Use your tongue, Simon," she breathed. And he obeyed by the sound of his name from her voice. It was an odd taste, not what he had expected, but a good kind of odd. Soon she was wet, but as his hand rested on her stomach, he still didn't get the response he wanted from her. He knew he should have studied how to eat out a girl first, now he had to improvise. He stroked her thigh and let one finger glide inside her. Izzy's back arched up with surprise. "What are you doing?" she breathed with panic.
"Just work with me," he whispered and twirled his finger, she sucked in the air in front of her and leaned back down. He licked her again, and he felt her widen, so he took a chance and inserted a second finger. Izzy grabbed at the pillows and covered her face with two of them.
"Oh God, Simon!" she exclaimed breathily. Simon let his fingers wander as if they were searching for something – a moan, a whimper, a cry, anything. "Simon, flick your tongue," she said through the pillows. Simon's tongue circled and flicked, and Izzy's stomach went up and down, so he continued to circle and flick. Izzy threw the pillows aside and her leg flew up around his shoulder, holding him down. She started to tighten around his fingers, and she whimpered, so he used his free hand to cover her mouth. Her body arched, and few moments later her body relaxed again, breathing heavily. "What did you do with your fingers?"
"Circles?" he admitted.
"That was very good," she said, still out of breath.
"Yeah, there's definitely no way that the others didn't hear your whimper," he grinned.
"Shut up," she said as she threw a pillow at him.
…
"Jace? Jonathan Christopher Herondale, if you don't tell me where you are I'm just going to go around in circles until a bear nearby decides I'm his dinner," Clary called out, and just as she'd stopped to look around, someone grabbed her by the elbow and dragged her up against a tree.
"There's no bears around here," Jace grinned.
"Kidnappers then?" She flashed her best doe eyes. "Are you mad?"
"Are you speaking in the general sense of the word or are you asking if I'm mad at Lewis?"
"I know you're mad in the general definition of mad. I meant about Simon?" she asked.
"No. I was just getting tired of listening to everybody whine, but mostly I left because I knew you would follow me." He looked smug. Clary realized she was pinned against a tree and there was no way to escape, even if she wanted to. Jace's arms rested on the tree behind her head. She relaxed and her small hands brushed up under Jace's shirt. He was always warm, even though he was only wearing a T-shirt and his open jacket now with holes in it from the fire. She felt his muscles as they responded under her cold hands – she'd drawn his abs a million times, and every time she asked him to model for her he would pull off his shirt and throw himself down on the bed saying "draw me like one of your French girls, Jack", and each time she would laugh just as much, while pulling out her pencils and sketchbook. He leaned down and kissed her tenderly, while his skin was starting to warm up her hands. His hands reached around her back, moved down and pulled her legs up around his waist in a firm hold, while her back was hard against the tree. She retrieved her hands and folded them around his neck, as she dived into the kiss headfirst.
…
Alec was lying on his side on top of a sleeping bag, when Magnus came into the tent. Alec didn't look up at him, but he could feel Magnus being careful as he zipped the tent and lay down next to Alec.
"You're upset?" Magnus finally said. Alec took in deep breaths. He wanted to be alone with Magnus, and though it might look like they were alone, his friends were still out there. He could hear them talking and they could probably hear Magnus talking now. "Look, I'm sorry I told them where we were, but you can't really blame me, can you?"
Alec turned around and looked at the other boy.
"I'm not blaming you for anything. In fact, you're the only perfect thing about this whole trip," he sulked. "Although, now I might have to break your leg, so you don't think I'm not good for my words."
"You're kind of cute when you're a acting like a brat," Magnus grinned.
"Don't call me a brat. I'm not being a brat. I just wanted to get away from my life for a moment, but having them here reminds me that I have no home when I get back from camping," Alec sighed, and looked at the ceiling of the tent.
"I'm sure your dad will calm down eventually."
"Oh yeah? I bet he's already convinced my mom that I'm an abomination," Alec felt a sting in his eyes, and closed them.
"Surely he wouldn't go that far."
Alec didn't answer. He kept his eyes shut, thinking that Magnus had it easy. His mother was the kindest human being he'd ever met, and Magnus could do whatever he wanted. Still, there was a tinge of hope that his own mother had calmed his father down and convinced him to give Alec a second chance, but the odds were against him, he knew that much. His eyes flew open, when he felt Magnus' hand touch him above the borrowed velvet jeans.
"Magnus, what are you doing?" Nervously, his eyes flickered toward the tent entrance. His sister and friends were just outside. He didn't want to be a stereotypical teenager like Simon and Izzy, who couldn't keep their hands off each other in the wrong settings, but Magnus kept rubbing his hand against Alec's crotch and Alec didn't try to pull his hand away.
"Well, I'm trying to accomplish a few things with this…" he said and rolled a little closer to Alec. "First of all, I'm trying to seduce you, because honestly you are adorably sexy when you get worked up." His hand rubbed harder, and the friction caused the jeans to feel tighter around Alec. "Second of all, I'm trying to distract you, because that's what this trip was all about – distraction. Is it working so far?" Alec could feel Magnus' breath against his face. His heart was in his throat; his pulse ringing in his ears from the excitement the situation gave him. Maybe he did understand the excitement of such situations – the excitement of knowing that they could get caught any minute. Alec offered him a nod, and Magnus kissed his neck leaving warm spots as he trailed his kisses down to his collarbone. When Magnus' hand left his groin he panicked for a second, but realized he just needed to take off his jacket, and Alec's shirt. Before Alec got the chance to get comfortable on the sleeping bag, Magnus' lips crashed against his, and Alec's mouth responded under the other boy's mouth. Alec was clutching at Magnus, desperate for more, desperate to touch him as well, but Magnus grabbed him by the wrists and pulled both of his hands over his head. He lifted his head up a bit, still close enough for Alec to feel his breath on his mouth. The grin on Magnus' face was wicked. "Don't touch me, or there will be consequences," Magnus warned him.
"What? Magnus, no… I…" Alec stuttered and Magnus shut him up with a long intense kiss. His cheeks felt warm suddenly, and he was sure that he was blushing under Magnus' touch. So maybe Alec had been a bit demanding last time they had been intimate, but surely this wasn't payback time?
Magnus held his arms in place with one hand, and undid Alec's pants with the other. Alec could easily get free of his hold, but for multiple reasons he didn't want to – firstly, the consequences could be that Magnus would stop touching him, secondly, although he was desperate to touch Magnus' smooth skin, he also found it exciting that he practically couldn't move most of his upper body. Alec gasped as Magnus' cold hand slid into his boxer briefs. Alec was growing under his touch; he could feel himself getting hard, but Magnus continued to only rub, while not leaning down to let his body touch Alec's. Alec knew it was only to tease him, because though they had only been together like this once before, he knew that Magnus wanted Alec just as badly as he wanted Magnus to touch him. He tried to lift his face up to kiss Magnus, but the other boy leaned away with that wicked grin on his face.
"Magnus, please," he whispered, careful not to let anyone outside the tent know what was going on, although he was pretty sure his hard breathing was giving them away. Magnus pulled back his hand and traced his fingers across Alec's bare skin everywhere, and by each touch Alec felt his body respond with a movement that was cut short by the now firm hold of his hands above his head.
"I'm gonna let go of your hands now, can I trust you won't move them?" Magnus asked, but Alec didn't answer. He didn't want to make a promise he couldn't keep. Magnus' hands explored Alec's upper body, and it was becoming too much for Alec not return the touches. The only way to avoid consequences was for him to capture Magnus instead. Alec grabbed Magnus' shoulders, and before the boy could respond Alec had wrestled him over and was now on top of him.
"No fair," Magnus didn't look disappointed.
"I never said I played fair."
Alec reached down and pulled off Magnus' boxer briefs, and then his own. Magnus gasped at Alec's forcefulness. The way that Magnus had teased him had given him new confidence, and now it was his turn to tease Magnus.
Each sign of pleasure that Magnus showed seemed to magnify Alec's rapture. When Magnus' legs tightened around his waist, Alec moved closer. When Magnus' fingernails trailed patterns over his shoulders, Alec bit down on Magnus' chest. Every other thought seemed to escape his mind completely, resulting in him forgetting that they were only in a small tent. His pulse was ringing in his ears still, and when he cried out Magnus' name it sounded as if he was in a bell jar, but it had probably been louder than that because Magnus made an effort to cover up his mouth. Alec shut his eyes, only hearing his own and Magnus' needy gasps. Where everything was usually dark behind his eyelids, he saw a bright light and in surprise he opened his eyes, wanting to look at Magnus as they finished together. Alec wanted to hold on, to wait for Magnus to come first. Magnus was repeating his name – "Alec," he breathed. "Alec." Magnus' body tightened around Alec. The last 'Alec' was caught in a whimper, and Alec let himself go, the light behind his eyelids exploding, losing the last bit of control and collapsing along with Magnus, burying his face against the other boy's neck.
They were both breathing hard, and Alec felt Magnus' chest rise and fall as he lay on top of him. Alec traced patterns on Magnus' skin once his sight was back to normal.
"I'm falling in love with you, Alexander," Magnus whispered in a voice so low Alec had to look up at him to make sure he had spoken. Magnus waited for a response, his expression more nervous than ever. The feelings that Magnus gave Alec were a kind of pure bliss that he had never in his life even imagined he could get from someone. Still feeling the confidence Magnus gave him he decided to twist his words a little.
"I love you too," and he planted a small kiss on Magnus' lips. Magnus covered the two of them up with the sleeping bags and they fell asleep together.
Alec woke when he heard Jace yell outside the tent, and the morning sun showing through the thin material of the tent.
"Bees! So many bees! Who the hell left their s'mores on the ground!"
Alec looked over at Magnus, who was sleeping peacefully in the bright blue sleeping bag. Even bees couldn't ruin Alec's mood today, not even bees.