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Alec’c all over him, his limbs flailing, feeling heavier than ever under the influence of alcohol. Magnus finds it hard to carry him but it’s Alec, Alec who can suddenly be 7000 pounds heavier and Magnus still would carry him from the club to their shared apartment.
“You are so drunk, I am never letting you live this down,” Magnus chuckles.
Alec giggles, and lord if it isn’t the most beautiful sound Magnus has heard. He nuzzles his face against Magnus’s neck, giggling and smiling, and so what if Magnus might not survive the night? So what if this is how he dies? It’s a small price to pay to have Alexander Gideon Lightwood this close to him.
“I can’t believe Jace did that,” Alec says between a fit of laughter.
Magnus shakes his head in affection. “Jace did what Jace always does. But have you forgotten what you just did? You got drunk drunk and gave me a lap dance,” he murmurs.
Alec laughs, “I had to. That man was being an asshole to you.”
Magnus still can’t believe what happened tonight.
He somehow gets the two of them inside the apartment and locks the door.
“I’m pretty sure that that could’ve gone a hundred different ways.”
Alec stops in his track at the words. He straightens up, suddenly all laughter leaving his body and a serious look appears on his face.
“That jerk was calling you names for looking all pretty.”
“So you thought giving me a lap dance would be the best way to shut him up?”
Alec shakes his head frantically. “Yes. Yes I did. That made him so uncomfortable.”
Magnus’s heart warms at the idiot.
“I’ve been called names a hundred times my dear. I know how to giving it back to those assholes.”
Alec wraps both his hands around Magnus’s right arm and lays his head on his shoulder. “I know. But you don’t always have to do it alone.”
He doesn’t have an answer to that so he doesn’t. He’s been fighting alone for so long that the idea that someone else could ever stand up for him is still a little surreal.
It’s not an unwelcoming feeling though.
Magnus liked being protected today.
“You didn’t like it?” Alec pouts suddenly and Magnus wants—no, needs Alec to stop doing all these things with his face. Looking all giggly and soft and beautiful. Magnus needs Alec to stop being so Alec.
Magnus shakes his head, the memory of the lap dance still not leaving his mind. He thinks it might never leave him. The way Alec moved, the way his body felt against Magnus’s.
“That was the best lap dance I’ve ever received,” he replies, not knowing what else he can say.
He doesn’t know how to put it in words.
When you touched me, it felt like every single cell in my body came to life. It felt like I had been sleeping for years and the softest touch of love and want woke me. Saved me.
There’s no platonic way to put something like this across.
“Okay, it’s time to sleep now.”
The second Magnus says this, Alec releases himself from Magnus’s hold and lies on the floor, his limb stretched.
“What are you doing?”
“Sleeping.”
“Not on the floor, you dummy. In your room. On the bed,” Magnus says exasperatedly.
“No. I’m sleeping here tonight.”
“Alexander,” he sighs. “Your back’s going to hurt like a bitch tomorrow.”
Alec gives a beaming smile at that. He suddenly sits up, takes Magnus’s hand in his and pulls him to the floor on top of him. “Come on. You should sleep on the floor with me too.”
Magnus yelps as he falls on top of Alec by the movement.
“Alec, you big, giant, moron.”
Alec chuckles at him; bringing his arms around Magnus’s.
“Floor nice,” he slurs, voice getting drowsier now.
Magnus shifts slightly, so he’s lying next to Alec now—on the floor.
He tilts his head towards the man. There’s the biggest smile on his face, as he hums some song, tracing a random pattern on the sleeve of magnus’s shirt.
He seems so content.
Magnus wants to be this content too. It feels he’s never been content. He has felt happiness, sadness, pain, exhilaration and everything before and after. But Magnus has never felt just content.
“Are we really going to sleep on the floor tonight?” He asks, missing his comfortable mattress.
Sue him, he’s a fancy bitch and can’t sleep on a mattresses that doesn’t feel like he’s lying on a soft cloud.
Alec turns beaming and puts his head on Magnus’s chest.
“Yep,” he says, popping the ‘p’.
Magnus thinks that there could be fates far worse than sleeping cuddled up to Alec.
he wakes up a few hours later, his body hurting like a bitch due to sleeping on the floor. He curses Alec for his stupid idea but then he looks down to find the man still sleeping on his chest, his arm around his stomach holding him tightly and suddenly, his body doesn’t hurt anymore.
But enough is enough so he finally pushes himself up from the floor, extracting himself from Alec carefully, so as not to wake him.
He considers leaving Alec on the floor but doesn’t. He bends down, his back cracking and he picks Alec up.
Magnus somehow manages to not throw him somewhere on the way and he places Alec on his bed. He turns to leave the room when Alec’s hand on his arm stops him.
“Stay.”
Magnus breathes as he sits down next to Alec. Even with all the bed head, he looks gorgeous. He raises his hand to brush the hair away from his face.
He’s never been more in love and his heart hurts. But he can never tell Alec because Magnus can’t risk telling Alec and him not returning the feelings. To lose Alec to his feelings, he doesn’t think he’ll survive that.
Maybe his purpose in life is just to love Alec from afar. It doesn’t seem like a bad purpose. It seems like the easiest thing in the world.
“I love you,” he whispers, caressing Alec’s face gently. “I love you. I love you,” he says, feeling the taste of the words in his mouth. “I do not know about you but it does feel like I’m made to love you Alec Lightwood.”
Alec doesn’t say it back like Magnus expected.
The fact that Alec is sleeping which is probably why he doesn’t say anything back isn’t important. Magnus feels like being dramatic.
He bends down again, and kisses Alec’s forehead softly.
And leaves.
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