Malec/Jalec/Malace Smut

Cake Mix

It wasn't something either of them usually did. It was usually done by magic or by going to a shop. Anytime either of them wanted cake, they'd use the readily there methods instead of actually making it themselves. So, when Alec came home from a boring day of Clave meetings, he was surprised to see Magnus in the kitchen with a recipe book open and propped against the wall. He walked to the doorway and leant against the frame, crossing his arms.

"What's cooking, good looking?" He asked with a dopey grin.

Magnus looked over at him and snorted out a half laugh, rolling his eyes. "Come over here and help me, you giant dork."

Alec walked over to Magnus, wrapping his arms around the Warlock's waist. He let his chine rest on Magnus' shoulder, looking at the recipe book. There was a massive picture of a chocolate cake on the page, accompanied by ingredients. The other page held the steps to make said cake with said ingredients.

"You're making a cake? What's the special occasion?" Alec turned his head to press little kisses to Magnus' neck as they stood together.

"It's almost Halloween. I'm in the mood to make some Halloween themed things." Magnus, who had been looking in a cupboard for something while they were stood, sighed and clicked his fingers, summoning whatever it had been.

"Magnus, love, it's the 5th. Halloween isn't until-"

Magnus spun around in his hold, cutting him off with a kiss. Alec couldn't turn down a kiss. He melted into the affection, relaxing from his stressful day. Magnus made a satisfied noise, pulling away to turn around again. He clicked is fingers and all the ingredients appeared in a shower of sapphire sparks.

"Isn't that cheating, Mags?" Alec asked.

Magnus didn't turn around but Alec knew the guy enough to know he'd rolled his eyes. He laughed quietly, pressing himself closer to Magnus' back.

"Would you like some help?"

Magnus hummed and nodded. "Of course. Why do you think I waited until you got back?"

Alec made a thoughtful noise. "Fair point. Where do we start?"

Magnus pointed towards the recipe. "It says here; Preheat the oven to gas 4, 180°C, fan 160°C. Grease and line 2 x 20cm (8in) cake tins and set aside." Magnus hummed quietly to himself. "This is a British Cook Book. I got this two years ago... I took part in the Great British Bake-off. Honestly, it's not all it's cracked up to be."

Alec looked at him for a moment before shaking his head. "So strange..." He muttered, laughing when Magnus reached back to flick him.

"Well, that part isn't that hard." Another little flourish of his hand and the first step was complete. Alec gave him a look, shaking his head again. "What?"

"I thought you wanted to actually do this. No magic."

Magnus thought for a moment before nodding. "I suppose I can stop for an hour or so." He sighed, looking up at Alec. "But that means you stop standing there and you come help me."

Alec nodded, giving Magnus a mock salute. Magnus chuckled, smacking Alec's ass as he moved to stand next to the Warlock. They both looked back at the recipe. Alec noted they needed a mixing bowl and got busy getting that while Magnus measured out butter, sugar, flour, eggs, backing powder, vanilla extract, cocoa powder and milk.

Once they had everything they needed, in the right amounts, they began to mix everything together. There was a few mishaps but nothing major. Alec had flour on his cheeks, like war paint, and Magnus had been forced to take off his shirt because he managed to get milk all over it.