Pairing: Magnus/Alec
Rating: NC-17 (sexy lapdance and smut in pt.2)
Disclaimer: The Mortal Instruments belongs to Cassandra Clare

The title of this two-shot is from the song "All or Nothing" by Athena Cage which kind of inspired this. Along with the Movie "Save the Last Dance" the song is from.
I know it's still... 144 days until Christmas but I really just needed an excuse for the lapdance and since Magnus probably doesn't even remember his birthday and anniversaries just aren't really Alec's thing, I went with Christmas.

So now, have fun with this, I suppose? Yeah, that's what I hope at least.
If there are any mistakes just shoot me a message!

What the hell am I doing?

Standing outside Magnus' apartment for about 15 minutes already, Alec was freezing. Or maybe frozen already, he really couldn't tell at this point.

It was 11.15pm, Brooklyn, New York, the 24th December.

Christmas Eve.

Alec wanted to bang his head against the wall, hard, repeatedly on that, or maybe just turn around and go back home (to his other home) but he had sworn not to, had sworn on all his favorite books that he wouldn't chicken out and he had prepared this evening (and the night too, if he was honest) for a week. Come on, Alec. Make your boyfriend happy for once.

Using the momentum of his little boost of confidence, Alec slid in his spare key and opened the door to the (delightfully) warm apartment.

1 Week ago

"Izzy, I really don't think this is a good idea after all." Alec was biting his lower lip in a nervous fit, trying his best to find a way out of this.

"Come on, Alec! You were the one who wanted to do this. Trust me when I say it would make Magnus really fucking happy. Like really fucking happy." The implication was not lost on Alec and he let out an embarrassed sound, praying to the Angel his blush would go away by the end of this day.

"I even got Simon to lend me his laptop so we can look up some reference videos."

"And I really don't want to know with what exactly you threatened him."

"Who said I threatened him with something he wouldn't want?"

Quickly banning the ideas of things Simon would want his sister to threaten him with, Alec came back to the task at hand.

"I don't think videos will help me, really. I... I'd just look stupid and ridiculous and I'd be awkward and probably get dizzy from blushing. Clearly not the kind of Christmas present Magnus would want."

"Bullshit. Just watch some videos to get the general idea and then you can just improvise." Isabelle said firmly. "And you would not. You don't notice how Magnus looks at you, Alec, just having you smile at him makes him beam. Everything you do for him makes him happy. Now imagine how beside himself with joy he'd be if you gave him a lapdance for Christmas."

Groaning loudly and burying his burning face in his hands, Alec realized he wouldn't get out of this one. And in a far corner of his mind, he was just a tiny bit happy about it.

It had been at one of Magnus' infamous parties, where all this had started.

A dark and seductive song had started to play, the enticing rhythm even captivating Alec.

Suddenly, Magnus – not quite sober anymore – had exclaimed:

"This is the perfect song for a lapdance!"

He may or may have not said something else but it was lost on Alec, his mind filled with a dozen of images, all involving him straddling a certain warlock's lap, pressing down mindlessly and grinding their—

Alec snapped out of his fantasy, quickly taking a long sip of his drink (which was strangely blue and sparkling). Oh God.

He had gone home slightly boozed and his thoughts kept wandering back to the images. He could only imagine what it must feel like to have Magnus' soft hands digging into his hips desperately, dragging Alec's body down to meet his own, to have Magnus lose his cool and just throw Alec on the king-size bed and—

Now this is getting really ridiculous, Alec thought to himself, rushing into the bathroom to take a long cold shower.

When on the next day the idea grew more and more in his mind, to the point he actually wanted to do it even though his whole body tightened at the thought of it (he told himself it was not a pleasant tightening, definitely not a rush of excitement) and he even started to create different scenarios in his head, he told Isabelle (in a moment of weakness, as he would later console himself).

So now, sitting in his room with Simon's laptop after having chased Isabelle out ("I really don't want to watch videos of lapdancing with my little sister!"), Alec mentally prepared himself.

He managed to watch two videos. When the third started playing, he just snapped the laptop shut and buried his head under his pillow.

The next day he got the song from Isabelle and listened to it more times than he could count.

The day after that, he started to practice. Just shyly and awkwardly moving to the music, but it made him feel better to let his body get used to the song and its rhythm.

The day after that, Isabelle walked in on him dancing. He was glad it hadn't been Jace. He was also glad he hadn't fainted from all the blood rushing to his face.

On the 23th, he was panicking. He had prepared the newest pair of jeans together with the tightest shirt he owned (courtesy of Isabelle as he originally had planned just to wear one of his normal black shirts), and was pacing up and down his room until Jace threatened to shove Isabelle's lasagne from last week down his throat.

And then the 24th.
Thankfully his siblings had kept him busy until the time he had to get ready. He showered rigorously, longer than he probably had ever showered before, and carefully chose a pair of shorts, black, no surprises there. As if Magnus needs any more surprises tonight...

Grabbing his black coat, Alec headed out the Institute Institute at 10pm, definitely not with excitement rushing through his veins.

The apartment was a storm of red and green, the Christmas decoration could easily compete with that of a mall (where Magnus probably snapped it from).

Hearing Magnus in the bedroom, Alec stepped out of his coat and boots, deciding to also get rid of his socks.

"Magnus?" Alec called out tentatively.

"One sec, darling, I'll be right there," came the reply, followed by Chairman Meow rushing out the bedroom, probably pouting because he was woken up.

Seizing the chance, Alec went to the huge stereo and (after a few seconds of confusion at all those buttons) put in the CD with the song set on infinite repeat. After all, he planned this to be longer than 4.07 minutes.

Nervously fidgeting on the spot and biting his lower lip until it was swollen, he tried to remember why he was doing this again. Before he had met Magnus, this would have been unthinkable, ridiculous to even think of, but here he was now, ready to give his boyfriend a lapdance. He couldn't help the surprise at himself that had his body quivering even more.

Said boyfriend strode into the living room and came towards him in long steps, as if the mere thought of not being near Alec in the shortest time possible was unbearable, and his arms opened for a hug when he was still two steps away. Alec smiled at that – Magnus was just too cute sometimes – and the warlock's eyes softened tenderly.

You don't notice how Magnus looks at you, Alec, just having you smile at him makes him beam.

Leaning up for the kiss, he tried to hide his nervousness but his hands tightening in the front of Magnus' bright red shirt gave him away.

"Everything alright?" Magnus asked with his cat-eyes worriedly scanning Alec for wounds but instead widened when they fully took in his tight-fitting clothes. A smirk started to play around his lips.

"You look absolutely hot, love. I think I'll have to ask you to turn around so I can admire how these jeans doubtlessly make your cute butt look even better."

Choking back an embarassed sound, Alec braced himself for the start of his plan (which anyway had to do a lot with his butt).

He started with kissing Magnus – kissing was something he knew, something he had done countless times with Magnus, something that calmed him down right now – and slowly guided him to sit on the couch.

Magnus looked up from his sitting position, a curious look in his eyes. What had Alec planned? Leaning back on the soft couch, he lazily let his eyes roam over his boyfriend who stood in front of him, lust and desire seizing him. Alec really was irresistible, even dressed in his worn-out sweaters and loose jeans Magnus had a hard time keeping his hands to himself, and right now Alec's tight pants and shirt did a wonderful job not hiding his strong muscles and alabaster skin. But he still looked fairly stiff and nervous, his hands tugging and clenching the hem of his shirt in the way Magnus found most adorable. Right when he was about to ask what was bothering him, Alec leaned down and whispered in Magnus' ear: "No touching until I allow it. Understood?"

The hotness of Alec's breath and demanding voice sent a tremor down his spine, his lust forming a dark knot in his lower belly. Right when he was about to look up into Alec's face, he turned around (and those pants really did make his behind look even better) and walked to the stereo. He pressed play and a low rhythm filled the loft, Magnus' eyes widening when he recognized the song. The air seemed to be electrified – dark and dangerous and Magnus felt his tight leather pants becoming just a tad uncomfortable.

However, when Alec came towards him, face lusciously scarlet and blue eyes gleaming, and slid onto his lap in one hurried but fluid motion, Magnus cursed his pants for now being intolerably and painfully trapping.

More than hearing the song start with all its strength, Alec just knew the particular beat.

Just like he had done many times in his room, he sharply let his hips roll forward, his eyes feverishly focused on Magnus' face. An uneven and loud gasp was Magnus' reply, the pupils of his feline eyes dilating, painting them almost fully black. They focused on Alec's face, craving and lust so clear that Alec knew Magnus wanted to kiss him, ravage him, take him, so he rocked his hips down once more, with more fervor this time, pressing his boyfriend deeper into the couch.

"God, Alec, what is—"

To shut him up, Alec rolled his whole body against Magnus this time, his own body shuddering when their chests pressed together. A low growl came from Magnus, his hands gripping Alec's hips and pulling him even more into Magnus. He needed more of this delicious boy right now or he was goi—

Suddenly Alec was gone from his lap (oh how he wanted to let out a frustrated cry at that) and stood in front of him.

"I said no touching. Keep your hands to yourself."

Alec's order was crystal clear and so was Magnus' growing hard-on.

Nodding breathlessly, Magnus spread his legs more, hoping it would ease the riot in his pants and make Alec sit back on his lap.

But Alec just stayed where he was, trying to catch his breath. Focusing on the music, he started to sway his hips, tongue darting out to lick his lips and Magnus' eyes locked with his. Seeing the apparent arousal, Alec grew bolder, letting his whole body move with the music, taking a two steps forward just to take three backwards, earning a frustrated whine from Magnus after repeating this a few times. Deliberately letting his shirt ride up, he almost could feel Magnus' eating up the exposed skin with his eyes.

Suddenly the distance was too much for Alec to bear, their bodies not touching physically hurting him and he almost threw himself at Magnus, pressing their lower bodies together urgently, a loud moan escaping his lips.

"Oh God, you don't even know how crazy you drive me," Magnus breathed into his ear, his voice caressing Alec's skin in the most frustrating ways.

Pushing Magnus back again, Alec stood up, a sound of protest already at Magnus' lips which was cut short by Alec turning around and letting his body drop down again, his ass pressed right into Magnus' crotch.

Magnus couldn't quite bite back the helpless snarl, his whole body shaking violently with the choking of his darkest desires when all he wanted to do was give in to his demonic side and take his angel all for himself.

Alec was moving faster now, his body taken over by the music and his own excitement, Magnus' erection against his ass, the fabric of both their pants making the grinding rough and hot, his body burning up.

While Magnus tried to push his pelvis even harder into Alec, he had to bite back the urge to lick away the sweat on Alec's neck, the ebony black hair already drenched there, filling Magnus' nose with the musky scent of his lover on top of the one of their arousal. The grip he had on the cushions tightened drastically and he wondered if he had already started giving off blue sparks, seeing as his control was little stronger than a parched branch right now.

Slowing his movements down, Alec turned around on Magnus' lap, facing his boyfriend again. Both of them were gasping for air, bodies drenched in sweat and uproar.

His hips still moved softly, slowly now, even more seductive than before.

Straightening his body, Alec arched his back slightly, drawing attention to the pale skin exposed once again by his shirt riding up. When he saw Magnus focusing his eyes right there, he grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it up lightly, offering more of his flat stomach to his lover's greedy eyes.

"Do you want me to take it off?" Alec was surprised at the huskiness of his own voice, but kept his eyes firmly locked with his lover's.

"Yes, oh fuck, yes!" Magnus gasped out, his cat-like eyes glowing in the dark.

"Then say it. Tell me exactly what you want, Magnus." Alec was getting high on this control and he loved it, enjoyed every second. Pushing his ass down into his hard-on and lifting his shirt just an inch more to fortify his words, he licked his lips to tease Magnus even more.

His lover suddenly had a very dangerous smirk on his lips, his face sharpening as if Alec had just been caught in a trap. He knew this expression, when Magnus was on the verge of completely losing his control, when he was moving from 'making love' to 'fucking Alec into the mattress' – it made his whole body quiver with the promise that Magnus would be doing exactly that in a short while.

"What I want exactly is to have my wicked way with you, multiple times. But for now, I want you to take of your shirt, please." Magnus all but purred.

Licking his lips again, this time because of a rush of excitement, Alec pulled the shirt over his head and threw it aside. The cold air on his sweaty skin made him shiver, his nipples hardening and a tiny gasp escaping his lips.

Wasting no time, he continued to move to the music, flexing his muscles and throwing his head back. Magnus wanted to lick and kiss that beautiful neck, mark it as his, but Alec had told him not to touch until he said otherwise. Tracing the drops of sweat trailing down Alec's body he let himself grow drunk on arousal and lust and his lover.

When Alec sneaked a glance at the clock it read 11.54pm. Time for the final part.

With one last roll of his hips, he stood up and took a few steps back from the couch and his lover. Magnus' followed him curiously, wondering what was going to happen.

Alec couldn't help but stare at Magnus' crotch and his obvious hard-on that had been right under his ass just a few seconds ago. Biting his lower lip hard at the tremor that rocked through his body along with the images of how it would look outside those sinfully tight pants – a sight he knew all too well – his fingers went to his belt buckle. Waiting a few seconds until he knew Magnus was feeling impatient, he slowly opened it, copying how Magnus did it when he was being especially teasing, and then pretty much yanked the black leather out of his jeans' belt loops and letting it fall to the ground with a loud thud that mixed strangely well with the rhythm of the song.

Taking a few steps forward, Alec positioned himself right between Magnus' spread legs, his own hard-on at level with the warlock's face, and started to slowly, almost lazily, swing his hips. Taking his lover's face between his hands, Alec made him look up while still moving his body impossibly close to Magnus.

If he could, and the need was razor sharp, Magnus would just press his face forward, lick that delicate skin of his stomach and kiss those hard muscles.

"Alexander..." he whispered instead, as if talking too loudly would break the spell they had woven around themselves.

Letting his thumb slide over Magnus' lower lip, catching a bit of lip gloss, Alec moved his hands back to his jeans. He opened the button and unzipped them, letting his black shorts peak out at the front.

Magnus' eyes glazed over – never before had the simple act of removing jeans aroused him this much, left him undone like this. Alec really drove him crazy.

Sliding his hands to the hem, Alec pushed the jeans down, not missing how his lover welcomed every inch of newly exposed skin.

Finally stepping out of them, he suddenly felt self-conscious with his erection so daringly on display because his shorts weren't really hiding anything.

Hastily he sat back down on his boyfriend's lap, feeling safer when he had Magnus right in touching distance.

Through the thin fabric of his shorts he could feel his hard-on even more, burning up and rough. Exitement rushed through him at the thought that it was all his doing that Magnus was this hard.

Pressing his ass hard into his crotch, earning a surprised groan from Magnus and a loud whimper from himself, Alec looked back at the clock.

0.00

25th December

Stilling his movements, he joined his body with his lover's, slowly bringing Magnus' hands to his waist and leaning down to whisper in his ear:

"Merry Christmas, Magnus. You can touch me now."

Chapter 2 will follow soon, don't fret my darlings. Until then, a review would make me happy! c: