Malec One Shots

11. Neck (SMUT)

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Song ~ Ed Tullett & Novo Amor - Faux (I really recommend listening to this when reading this. Especially you Milly)
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Alec sat bored in a Clave conference, seated in an uncomfortable chair beside a girl who was whispering questions about Magnus to him. He obviously ignored her. He just wanted to go home and see Magnus, chill out. Of course he thought of the loft as home, Magnus was there and what could be better? Jace, from the other side of the table, whispered not very discretely and very loudly to Alec. "Aleeeeec! Psssst! I think the Clave know you're not listening!" He taunted, and the whole table turned heads to stare at Alec who went beet red.

Alec purposely smacked his foot against the metal pole holding the table up and saw Jace wince. Being Parabatai had its pluses sometimes, it meant you could hurt yourself to spite your brother. "Were you listening, Alec?" Maryse asked, wide-eyed. Alec choked and spluttered. "I, uh.. Yes?" He said confusedly, pulling a face at his mum. Maryse sighed.

"Go, Alec. Your mind is preoccupied and that's no good thing when in a meeting." Maryse smiled softly. Alec got to his feet and hugged his mum, flicked Jace on the forehead and kissed Isabelle on the cheek before leaving. "Your son is distracted. With what, Maryse?" The Inquisitor questioned, leaning forward to lean on his elbows. "I don't know, Inquisitor." Maryse stuttered, not daring to mention Magnus. The glittering warlock had grown on her, and in his presence she had noticed Alec was more smiley, she liked it; the effect he had on her son.

Magnus, at the moment, was laid draped on the dining table, sipping a martini. It was half eight in the evening so no one could ask him why he was drinking. Alec burst through the door and turned the corner, looking weirdly at Magnus who placed his glass down on the table. "Why are you on the table sipping a martini, Mags?" Alec asked, walking towards Magnus after kicking his shoes off. "We don't have one of those chairs meant for dramatic falls, and I couldn't be bothered to get one, so here I am." Magnus smiled, sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the table. Alec sighed in disbelief.

"Such a kid, and you're older than me." He laughed, reaching out to blend a patch of highlighter that Magnus hadn't done properly for some reason. Magnus smiled and sipped his drink, setting the glass down on the table after finishing it.

Magnus hopped off the oak slab and landed on his feet. "How was the meeting, then?" He smiled again, the smile that only showed when Alec was there looking at him. "Bad. Jace said not so secretly that I wasn't listening, so I left." Alec shrugged, pulling his jacket off. Magnus chuckled warmly. "My, my, Alexander. Not listening during a Clave meeting? I've corrupted you, my dear." He said, patting Alec on the chest and helping him take his jacket off. Alec fought the urge to snort.

Magnus slunked across the room, hanging Alec's jacket up carefully before strutting back to him. Magnus was wearing a wine red button up shirt under a black waistcoat and had black jeans on. Alec always thought he wore trousers or spandex, not jeans. Alec let his eyes wander over his boyfriends outfit, trying to convince himself that he was staring because he loved Magnus' fashion choices. That was only half true. Alec remembered the incident where Magnus wore a sari, and knew that Magnus' outfits only flattered him ninety nine percent of the time.

Magnus stood still and watched Alec rake his eyes down his form. When someone looked at him like that it made him feel two types of ways.

One, he felt like a piece of meat on display.

Two, he felt confident and beautiful; which he was.

"Having fun, Alexander?" Magnus taunted, snapping Alec from his trance. He wasn't very discreet about his staring, not that Magnus was complaining. Alec blushed. "Yes, Magnus, a-actually, I am." He stuttered half way through his sentence, and Magnus smiled warmly. Alec took the chance while they were close and kissed Magnus, one hand resting on his shoulder, the other on his face.