The Course Of First Love (And High School Crushes)

Chapter 13

Soft, cool silk moved against Alec's hot skin, spreading chills and making his muscles spasm involuntarily. Firm fingers dipped into the skin and muscles of his hips, the fingers molding him as if his body memorized the shape, leaving phantom touches as they shifted up and towards the small of his back. Hot breath puffed against his neck, warming his already sweaty skin. His head swam, each touch spreading warmth through his body that he'd never felt before. His eyelids felt heavy as he slowly opened them. Under his lashes appeared dark brown eyes, looking at him intensely. Reddened cheeks and flushed caramel skin highlighted under the low light that danced over it, then as his eyes finally took focus he saw Magnus's swollen lips part sinfully.

"Alexander." His name was spoken like a prayer.

His eyelids fluttered closed again, and his body twisted on the inside. Some part of him wanted -

Warm, sticky skin rippled under his fingertips, his nails scraping against the planes of his tight abs. He ducked his head and a salty taste, so specific it evoked a faded memory, exploded on his tongue and a heavy scent of Magnus filled his nostrils. His tongue continued its path from Magnus's exposed collarbone up to his neck, flat against the skin. He could feel the heat rise inside him, moving through him like a wave until he felt himself moan against Magnus's skin, his body buzzing as the sound left him. Thick thigh muscles pressed against him, pushing, pulling, moving up and down. He dragged his hips over it, pressing back against the thigh that found its place lodged between his legs.

His tongue felt heavy so he retreated it, whining at the loss of the taste but his teeth soon found warm skin again. Scraping, nipping, gently biting, until the slow thump of the bass mixed with his heartbeat was pierced with a sound he loved, enjoyed, and relished. Magnus let out a long groan, his throat vibrating under Alec's lips.

"Alexander, weren't we dancing?" The sound of Magnus's teasing voice wrapped around Alec's whole body, calm and low, warm and inviting.

His brain felt too foggy to form words but his body moved on its own, seeking out Magnus like he was the only thing Alec could focus on at the moment.

"I want you." He didn't remember forming the words as he said them, his voice unrecognizable to his ears.

His movements felt slowed and he still couldn't seem to find the strength to open his eyes until it felt like half an hour had passed and Magnus hadn't moved. Then he remembered what he said. Fingers that dipped his skin tightened around him, grabbing his hips almost painfully hard. He opened his eyes, blinking slowly to adjust to the dim light. Then he saw Magnus again and realized he missed looking at him.

"You're—" The rest of the sentence got stuck in Alec's throat.

Alec's body was pushed back, his feet dragging backward until his shins got stuck and he stumbled and dropped, his ass landing on something soft. His hands moved to each side of him, propping his body from falling sideways. Plush, soft, fuzzy— he was sitting on the sofa, and above him hovered the most beautiful form he had ever seen. Magnus felt like an angel but moved like sin, his dark eyes focused on Alec's face as his knees hit the sofa on each side of Alec's thighs.

Hesitantly, his hands brushed over the silk of Magnus's shirt, moving from Magnus's biceps, one up to his neck while the other went down his torso until it landed on his hip. The weight of Magnus on his lap, the velvet material against his fingertips, then a demanding hand wrapping itself over his jaw, pushing his head to the side. It was all too much. His neck was suddenly warm, Magnus's soft lips mouthing their way over every inch of him with determination.

His eyes closed on instinct, his jaw slacking as soft groans escaped him with each kiss, lick, and bite Magnus left on his skin. Another sensation rippled through him as Magnus's other hand slipped under his shirt, exploring slowly, lazily, up over his stomach, scratching the trail of hair under his belly button, down his side, pulling at the waistband sticking from under his jeans, then again going up, up.