Boylesque (🇬🇧)

Whole lotta (love) sex

The floor-length curtains in Magnus' bedroom were only slightly closed, allowing Alec a partial glimpse out into the late morning. Thick snowflakes fell in hushed silence from the sky, covering the city of New York with a few inches of white and pleasantly muffling the sounds of the city.

It was a sublime and peaceful moment. There was nothing here to disturb them from their warm little bubble, in the secluded space of Magnus' bedroom. Even in his head, it was oddly quiet. There was nothing cascading around in there or hounding his thoughts as per usual. He simply just ... was. Content in the here and now. And he was going to enjoy every second of it.

Closing his eyes, Alec listened to the hypnotizing sound of the slow and steady pulse of Magnus' heartbeat from beneath his ear; a reminder of the consistency of life. He pressed his lips against the smooth, warm skin under his cheek; just above Magnus' heart. Elegant fingers ran through his hair in response to his gesture. Alec moaned, pleased and content, almost purr-like, whereupon a soft laugh vibrated through Magnus' chest that he could feel reverberate against his face. Alec smiled contentedly to himself.

Neither man wanted this pleasant moment to end as time slowly passed them by. Alec wasn't aware of falling asleep, but when he opened his eyes again, it had stopped snowing and the sun was searing holes in the blanket of gray that hung over the city.

It was the third night in a row that Magnus had allowed him to sleep in his bed. Every time Alec awoke next to Magnus, it felt even more like a real relationship, and he didn't know how to deal with it. On top of that, his feelings were steadily growing for Magnus and the desire to show them openly was becoming more and more vital.

Still, Alec held back and did not broach the subject. Yes, he knew he was reacting cowardly, but he didn't want to lose this thing he had with Magnus. He was enjoying it and it was much too important for him to relinquish so easily.

He wouldn't be able to keep his feelings hidden for much longer, though. During this time they had nested deeper and deeper within Alec's heart, and should Magnus decide to suddenly end their arrangement, Alec already knew he would be left utterly heartbroken.

A finger tapped against his forehead, snapping him out of his musings.

"What are you thinking about, Alexander?"

Alec blinked and pushed his thoughts about he and Magnus' predicament aside. Clearing his throat, he searched for a safe topic with which he could answer the dancer's question. An image of a performing Magnus in one of the club's shows flashed through his mind.

"Why do you only dance in the Saturday show?" Alec asked, turning his face upwards, so he could look at Magnus.

One of Magnus' eyebrows rose. Clearly, a sign that he had not expected this question.

"I simply don't have the time to be on stage every night," he replied after a moment of silence. "Running the club takes a lot of time and energy."

Magnus spoke matter-of-factly as if he didn't mind having the opportunity only once a week to dance in front of an audience. However, Alec did not miss the subtle undertone that indicated that Magnus wasn't telling the whole truth. He heaved himself onto his elbows.

"Do you miss it? Dancing every day?" he asked.

Magnus' eyes darted to the window for a split second before looking back at him.

"Sometimes," he replied hesitantly.

Alec cocked his head and continued to look up at him without saying a word. Again, he was sure that the dancer wasn't conveying his true feelings.

A minute passed. Then another.

"Okay. Okay," Magnus finally said with a soft sigh. "Yes. Yes, I miss it. A lot, actually."