The Malec Chronicles

Dancing

Alec stumbled through the door of Magnus's apartment, fumbling with the keys that got stuck in his door. He and the New York Shadowhunters just got done with their training session around Central Park, leaving him sweating through his black sweatpants and caused his product labeled shirt drench with sweat.

"Magnus, I'm home," he called out, stepping out of his mud covered running shoes.

Magnus didn't respond leaving Alec to believing that he was out or being an obnoxious man-child and hiding so that he can scare him. Alec sighed heavily, rolling his blue eyes as he walked toward the kitchen.

He grabbed a red apple from the bowl on the island, throwing it up in the air and catching it with his hand. He took a small bite, crunching the red fruit. Alec soon poured himself a glass of water, gulping it all down with the sticky juice of the apple.

After the disposing of the apple, he lightly jogged over to the bedroom, hopping to switch out of his sweat smelling clothing. Opening the door, he saw Magnus walking out of the built in shower, a white towel hanging dangerously low on his hips, water glistening of his Carmel chest.

"Hey, I didn't hear you come back," Magnus smiled. Alec gulped nervously and forced his glare to escape the midsection and further down of the warlocks and look at his boyfriend's cat eyes.

"I called for you," Alec murmured loud enough for Magnus to hear. Magnus smiled even brighter as he walked behind Alec and wrapped his arms shoulders and swayed the both of them.

"Magnus, don't," Alec said, trying to softly push Magnus's arms off him. "I'm sweaty and you just took a shower."

"Then I'll take another one," he smiled, "maybe with you in it this time." Alec blushed heavily at the pleasant thought.

"Why are you getting so cleaning up anyway? Are we having company?"

"No darling," Magnus purred into Alec's ear, his nose nuzzling into the dry and thick black hair of his boyfriend. "I'm taking you dancing tonight." Alec frowned and tried to look directly at Magnus.

"I can't dance Magnus," he said. Magnus gave a slight chuckle, his chest vibrating against Alec's chest.

"Everyone can dance as long as your having fun," Magnus said, spinning Alec around, their chest colliding against each other.

"Cliché," Alec said, wrapping his hands around Magnus's neck, pulling on the long hair that still was soaked. Magnus lunged froward, capturing Alec's lips in his. The Shadowhunter kissed back, his arms sliding down to the warlock's neck. The raven haired boy jumped when he felt Magnus's hand slide down to the back of his pants, grabbing his ass in a firm sqeeze.

"Magnus," Alec cried out, breaking the kiss. The cat eyed man chuckled as he dipped Alec backwards, holding his back leg up to his thigh. Alec yelped in fear, not being able to catch himself and having his boyfriend looking down on him.

"Just warming you up," Magnus smirked, pulling Alec upwards. The Shadowhunter felt slightly dizzy as he stood up straight again. Magnus winked toward the boy and removed his towel to get dressed for the night.

Really short, but what could I do with school and drama and choir and dating. I promise to try updating more.