Malec/Jalec/Malace Smut

Catching Feelings part 1

Magnus had always expected someone pretentious and big headed when he thought of Jace Wayland. He had always expected the guy to be nothing more than every other privileged model there was out there. The only reason he was hiring Jace for his new clothing line was because, like Izzy had said, Jace's style was perfect for the clothes. 

He was dreading the shoot, which rarely happened, because he had to talk to Jace beforehand. He had to deal with fittings and last minute tweaks as well as telling the model what he wanted from the pictures that were going to be taken. It was too much interaction with the type of person Magnus was sure Jace was. 

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Magnus was chewing on his pencil, staring at a new design when there was a knock on his door. The designer gave a heavy sigh, pushing his glasses up a little so he could rub at his eyes. He didn't say anything for at least a minute. Maybe it was out of spite. Maybe it was because he knew he would be hit in the face with a waft of ego and cockiness as soon as Jace entered his office. Another knock sounded, a little louder than before.

"Come in." His words were brief, almost snappy. 

The door opened a little and someone stepped in. Jace Wayland. 

"Uhm- Hi. Magnus Bane?" Magnus was shocked by a soft voice, almost timid, coming from the angelic looking model. 

"Yes, my dear. That would be me. It does say my name on the door." Magnus gave the model a quick once over. He was wearing a white sweater that fell off his shoulder a little, exposing the pale skin and the beginning of a collar bone that would usually be hidden, the sleeves pulled over his hands. His pants and boots were both black, balancing out how light the top half of his outfit was. 

When Magnus' eyes reached Jace's face, he found himself suddenly conflicted. He was met with blue eyes, one of which had a splash of brown towards the bottom of the iris. They seemed to sparkle in the light, fully of a nervous energy that Magnus wouldn't have dreamt could come from such a famous model. His smile was small, lips pink and full, pulled up at the corner to give it's trademark crooked appearance. Messy blond hair fell over his forehead and into his eyes, his undercut a dark brown that made Magnus question the guy's real hair color. The blond part of his hair looked soft and light, reflecting the overall appearance of Jace.

"Of course. Sorry." Pale skin was tinted a sweet shade of pink around his nose and cheeks as he spoke, a blush that Magnus guessed he'd caused.

"That's quite alright. Please, take a seat." Magnus held a hand out, indicating the chair in front of his desk. Jace smiled a little more, taking the offer with a quiet 'thank you'. "Now, Jace, tell me... What do you believe we should model first?" Magnus pulled up his phone, having pictures of all his clothes saved. 

He held the phone out to Jace, nodding as Jace looked up to check if he was meant to scroll right as he looked. Magnus noticed that the model's hands were shaking. He seemed genuinely nervous, almost like he was intimidated by Magnus' presence. 

"I- They're all really good," he mumbled quietly, continuing to look back and forth through the pictures. Jace looked deep in concentrating, teeth worrying at his bottom lip. "I really like the more casual ones. All of them look comfortable and definitely like something I'd enjoy modeling." 

The genuine compliment made Magnus smile. He was used to model with larger-than-life attitudes who didn't give a crap as long as they got their money. He felt almost bad for putting this sweet being in the same group as them. He was far too shy seeming to be anything like Magnus had imagined. 

"Not that I wouldn't enjoy modeling everything you make. It's all rather flattering, like you designed your clothes to compliment everybody's best features, no matter how they look." Jace looked up, handing the phone back over. Yes. His hands were definitely shaking.