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Magnus’s glittery green nails dragged down his chest as they made out on the couch. The affection shared between them came with an ease that surprised Alec. He never expected to be so disarmed by anyone, to feel so safe while simultaneously being so vulnerable. With Magnus, the world fell away. He didn’t think about the Institute, he didn’t think about his disapproving parents, nor Jace’s sister drama, or Isabelle’s addiction. He couldn’t. Not with his mind so focussed on the glint of rings on Magnus’s hands, the blue streaks in his mussed hair, the way his lips moved so sensually over his own, the feel of skin on skin as their shirts were tossed on the floor.
“I missed you,” Magnus said, his lips brushing feather-light kisses along his jaw.
Alec smiled, he liked being missed. He liked being wanted. It gave him a rush that this interesting, kind, compassionate, wonderful man missed him. His fingertips trailed over the back of his boyfriend’s jeans. “I wasn’t even gone that long,” Alec said softly, afraid of breaking the bubble that seemed to surround them. “I was just at work.”
Magnus shifted, his face back in view, his lower lips stuck out. “You were gone nine hours.”
Alec rolled his eyes playfully. “You’re ridiculous,” he muttered. He dug his elbows into the couch lean up and recapture Magnus’s lips. “But I missed you too.”
“Knew it,” Magnus said, his eyes glinting with mischief. They barely had space between them, just enough to see the other smiling widely. A glittery green nail trailed lightly over Alec’s deflect rune. “Maybe we should take this to the bedroom?”
“Yeah,” Alec breathed the word. His lips found Magnus’s, the kind of force that made Magnus move. They managed to get off the couch, and around the coffee table without breaking the kiss. Long archer fingers dexterously undid the row of buttons on the front of Magnus’s jeans.
Magnus must have thought they were moving to the room too slow, he took control of the kiss, turning them, pushing Alec backward toward the front door, and ultimately the hallway that would take them to the bedroom. They made it to the entrance way when the door suddenly opened, the doorknob hitting Alec in the lower back.
The pain hit just right of his spine, and he quickly pushed Magnus further into the room as he turned around. Of course, he wouldn’t just be without a weapon while attacked, but shirtless too.
Only they weren’t being attacked.
Jace smiled sheepishly, his intoxication showing in the flush of his cheeks, and glint in his eyes. “Sorry.” The Seelie woman behind him smiled flirtatiously, her body pressing against Jace’s back, her hands running over his tight fitting black t-shirt.
Alec rubbed the spot on his back that he could feel bruising. Feeling his own bare skin reminded him of his current state of undress, hair surely a mess, probably a few hickeys knowing Magnus, not to mention the uncomfortable tent in his jeans. His face reddened and he tried to find a way to keep his hands in front of his groin and still look natural. It didn’t work. “Would it kill you to knock?”
“Knock?” Jace raised a brow. “I live here.”
“Oh, no, no, no, you sleep in the spare room here,” Alec clarified. “You don’t live here. You’re welcome back at the Institute now.”
“You having something over Aldertree does not make me welcome.” Jace reached back and grabbed the Seelie’s hand. “Now, I have bad life choices to make. Sorry for interrupting- get back to… whatever you were doing.”
Alec watched his stumbling parabatai, and the Seelie who didn’t look to be fairing much better, wobbling in her four inch stilettos. “I love him, but I kind of want to kill him,” Alec said. “Is that normal?”
Magnus snickered. “Considering the circumstances…” he trailed off as he gently removed Alec’s hand from his back and sighed. “That looks like it hurts, it’s already bruising.”
“Figured,” Alec muttered. Warmth flooded him at the spot, his skin tingled, and he caught the scent of burnt sugar that came with magic.
“Is that better?” Magnus asked, warm breath against Alec’s ear.
“Yeah,” Alec whispered, turning around. He could see the playfulness in Magnus’s eyes. Maybe the mood hadn’t been completely killed. He bit his lip, and let his fingers trail down to Magnus’s unbuttoned jeans. He traced a single finger over the exposed part of his boyfriend’s red briefs. “Maybe I could try to show you how thankful I am.”
“That sounds-“
“Have I been a naughty girl? Spank me, Shadowhunter.”
Alec and Magnus stared at each other, then down the hall at the closed door where they’d heard the soft female voice. They turned back to each other only to hear the loud, pleased cry of the woman.
Slightly horrified, Alec found himself completely put off by the woman’s voice- or perhaps the clear implication of what his brother and a woman were doing behind that door. He cringed. “Mags, please.” He waved his hand around a bit, knowing Magnus would understand the gesture. “Do something.”
With a flick of his wrist, Magnus turned the stereo on across the room. “Better?”
Alec nodded, but as they returned to kissing, it just wasn’t the same, and neither felt as into it as before. They didn’t mind, not really, cuddling in bed together sharing lazy kisses before falling asleep in each other’s arms didn’t constitute as a bad night.
However, after another two weeks…
“If he weren’t your parabatai, no one would find the body,” Magnus muttered, listening to Jace’s latest conquest.
The two were on the couch, Magnus sitting up, glaring at his book. Alec, laying down across the remaining cushions, his legs over the couch arm, his head on his boyfriend’s thigh, had noticed that Magnus hadn’t flipped the page in over a half hour. “We leave for patrol soon. You’ll have the place to yourself, it’ll be quiet.”
Magnus sighed, shutting his book and tossing it on the table. His hand ran over the worn fabric of the t-shirt Alec wore. “But I’d rather spend time with you.”
“I’d rather be here too, but-“
“Duty calls, I know.” Magnus’s fingers danced teasingly just above Alec’s jeans. “If you lose Jace on the walk home, I would be completely okay with that.”
At this point, Alec wouldn’t mind either. He couldn’t, however, in good conscience just kick Jace out. He could however… “I have an idea.”
Magnus raised a brow. “What kind of idea?”
Alec lost his train of thought as Magnus undid the top button of his jeans. His breath quickened, and his mouth dried-
“Yes! YES! OH YES! JACE, OH IT FEELS SO GOOD.”
Frustrated, Alec gently brushed Magnus’s hand aside, and did his pants back up. He pushed himself into a sitting position, and turned to look at Magnus. “Two can play at this game.” He had the pleasure of watching Magnus go from confused, to a slow smirk, and understanding coming to his eyes. “I might not be able to kick him out, but I can make him want to leave.”
Magnus clapped his hands together, looking quite delighted with the idea. “I am your very willing pawn, my Darling.”
“Good,” Alec replied, pressing a quick, goodbye kiss to Magnus’s lips before standing.
The door down the hall opened and some brunette walked out, her hips swaying. Jace came out a moment later, pulling his jacket on. “Ready to go?”
Alec leaned down for one more kiss. “I’m so ready,” he muttered against Magnus’s lips before drawing away. “See you soon.”
“I look forward to it,” Magnus replied.
Alec grabbed his jacket from one of the hooks on the wall, and walked out the door.