shadowhunters/the Mortal instruments Things

Alec walks in on shirtless Magnus

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Jace, have you taken a look at the—”  

Pushing his way through Jace’s bedroom door, Alec’s head is preoccupied with his job, as usual.  How are they going to stop Valentine, will his family ever be trusted by the Clave again, should they even want that?  

And so when his eyes land on a bare chest, too dark to be Jace’s, Alec is entirely caught off guard.

“—the…” he continues, mind absent of the forgotten sentence.  He follows hard abs up to firm pectoral muscles.  Alec swallows and swears the sound fills the room.  

“Alexander, hi.  Your parabatai kindly let me clean up in his room.  We had some nasty business with a demon.”  Magnus’ bare shoulders are swaying as he walks over.  The lines of his neck bend and fold, stretching his trapezius muscles taut.  “How are you?”

Alec’s eyes drop heavy like lead to the low curves of his hips.  They stick to the V shape down his pelvis, leading his gaze up and down Magnus’ thighs.  “Pretty guy— P-Pretty gay—” He stutters.  His hands move around without purpose or direction.  

Alec closes his eyes for a moment, collecting himself after an inward groan.  His face is hot and he knows he must be turning red.  

When he opens his eyes, he makes sure to look into Magnus’.  “Pretty good,” Alec says finally.  

The warlock is smiling brightly at him.

“Sorry.”

When Alec says that, Magnus’ smile flickers out for a moment.  Did he manage to fuck this up already?  They’ve only been going out for two weeks, whatever ‘going out’ means when you both spend all your time trying to save the world from a mad man.  Of course Alec would ruin it as fast as freaking possible.

“Don’t be,” Magnus says.  It sounds like a plea.  Then he’s moving in closer.  He sets a hand on Alec’s upper arm and waits to feel him tense, any sign that he isn’t comfortable.  Magnus always waits.

“You’re back early,” Alec says as he takes a half-step forward, all that’s needed to circle Magnus with his body.  Again his hands flounder for a place to be, skirting from Magnus’ lower back to his hips, shoulders, upper back—what the hell is it like to be good at this?  Why is it so easy to face beings from hell but so hard to hold a warlock?  “I don’t know where…”

Magnus just smiles wider.  He guides Alec’s hands to his waist and says, “I am back early.  Your sister made quick work of the demon.”  

“Is she okay?  Jace, Clary?”

“All fine.”

Alec pushes his fingers into Magnus’ skin.  “You?”

“Oh, I’m fine, just…” Magnus makes a statement out of staring at Alec’s mouth, “waiting.”

Alec of course does not catch on.  After a confused pause that involves a lot of looking at the wall beside them, he asks, “…For what?”

Magnus lets out a low, long, breath-filled laugh.  “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

“Is someone on their way here?”  Alec asks, suddenly tense.  He turns to look at the doorway behind him.

Magnus sets a hand along his jaw to guide his gaze back in his direction.  “No.  I wouldn’t do that,” he says.  He catches the guilt that flashes across brown eyes and the wordless response that comes with it:  I know, Alec doesn’t say.  

“Alexander, I’d be very happy if you would k—”

The kiss is warm and sweet.  Magnus would never admit it but he’s been keeping track, and this is their third.  He absolutely falls into it, into Alec, placing his naked torso along Alec’s clothed one, sighing, breathless, Alec gasping as he does so.  Alec pulls back just enough to talk, “Oh.  I…”  He kisses Magnus again, once, short, before backing away again.  “You…” Two more kisses this time, both long and lingering.  “Were you going to ask me to kiss you?  Because I just assumed, and I— You didn’t really finish—”

Magnus can’t stop the smile that spreads over his face, and it stays when he kisses Alexander quiet.

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