A/N:

Hi everyone! This is my first Malec and my first one shot. Please be gentle... Reviews are more than welcome!

Thanks to my wonderful friend/beta LLL! Any errors found are mine.

I don't own anything TMI. I just enjoy writing about them.

Enjoy!

-SP

It's sad, but sitting here in this God forsaken bar is the highlight of my night. After dealing with dozens of demanding women and even more demanding children, I'm ready to crawl into a keg and never come out. If I never have to see another woman's too big foot in a too small shoe or another bodice crying for help while trying to contain rolls of fat and front butt, it will honestly still be too soon.

Someone sits to my left, but I don't bother to look. This bar is like a swinging door, people come and go. I guess it's because they walk into Dove's thinking it's a regular bar, but when they see that the waiters are shirtless and there are cage dancers dressed in chaps they usually either walk right out, or pull up a seat and have a drink.

I was a part of the latter group. Here I feel comfortable and safe. Outside of my inner circle no one knows I prefer the company ofmen. It's taken a long time for me to accept it myself, and I know the area that I live in, and the job I work. For me to come out of the closet would be a catastrophe.

The person sitting beside me was burning the side of my head with his eyes. I could feel them on me. I tried to ignore it though, because I wasn't in the mood to turn anybody down tonight. I just want to enjoy my drink and go home.

"Hey," The voice beside me said.

Apparently that isn't going to happen tonight. Maybe I can let him down easy and slip out of the bar. I turn my head slightly, and out of my peripheral I can see these strange yellow-green eyes. I turn my head fully and I'm met with a handsome face.

"Hi," I reply back

"This place a regular for you?"

It's a subtle way of asking if I'm in the same company as the other men who are enjoying the dancers and waiters. I give a small nod and look away. You can never really trust anyone. Who knows who this handsome stranger is? He could be the uncle of one of my co-workers or a kid's godparent checking up on their creative designer.

"Me too. I've never seen you around here before. I'm Magnus."

"Alec," I say above a whisper.

"What was that," he asks, leaning forward. "I didn't catch your name."

I mumble my name again and he nods. I get a closer look at him and I can see that those yellow-green eyes are contacts, but the green is so vivid that I think it's his natural eye color. His face is defined and he has strands of dark hair that falls over his eyes slightly. That same dark hair graces his face and under his chin. The small amount of facial hair is attractive. I like a man with a little hair. I see that his shirt is slightly open and I see the top of his chest. It's defined. He works out. I hear a small chuckle come from Magnus.

"I work out when I can," he says

Fuck, did I say that aloud? Now he's going to think that all I want is sex.

"That can be arranged... for tonight that is," he responds.

Okay, now I know I didn't say that aloud. Maybe the Tequila's weakened my poker face.

"For to-tonight," I say with a stammer.

He smiles at me and leans into my ear, "We don't have to go any further than this." And he moves his hand to my thigh… "I mean, unless you want to."

His words were bouncing off my skin. I shiver involuntarily aspulls back. His eyes are hooded and he has a smile that says coy, but I know better. I stare at him in amazement. This devilishlyhandsome man just waltzed in and asked me to come home with him. I've never had a one night stand. I've barely had any relationships with either sex. Should I? What if I could actually go somewhere with him? Do I want our relationship to begin after a night in the bar, leaving with each other after only learning each other's first names? I down the rest of my drink.

"You're overthinking it," Magnus says coolly.

I snort. "So this is a regular thing for you? Picking up guys at the bar and taking them home?"

"No," he barks. "Sometimes we go to their place, or to the car if we're in a rush," he smiles.

I roll my eyes and I signal to the bartender that I need another.

"Don't get too drunk. I want you to remember tonight."

"Then why should I drink?"

"Oh, so you've made up your mind?"

I stare at him, not realizing that I've agreed to go home with him.

"Well I guess it's only fair," he sighs, asking for another drink as well, this time he orders the same as me and he holds up theglass in front of us.

"To tonight, may it bring us all the pleasures we can muster," he grins.

I hold up my glass and down half of it. Magnus laughs and follows my lead. He puts down a twenty and looks at meexpectedly.

"Well what do you say, Alec?"

Without thinking, I stand quickly and head for the door. Not looking back to see if Magnus is following me. When I feel a presence behind me I say, "We'll take my car."

"No need. I live 3 blocks away," he says as he grabs my hand and takes me to his place.

By the Angel, I hope I don't end up in a ditch somewhere.

XXX

"Just relax," he whispers to me.

Magnus had gotten me out of all my clothes except boxer briefs. He, on the other hand was already completely naked andstanding in front of me. He was touching me in a way that I'venever felt before. Before I could help myself a moan escaped my mouth and then Magnus' lips were on mine. Hands began to move everywhere, skin glided over skin, groans were swallowed by the others kisses. He moved me back on the bed. We were both bare.

"I see someone has loosened up enough to enjoy themselves,"he smiles against my mouth.

I reply back by nipping his lip and palming him. He groans and moves his hips into my hand. Magnus moves his hands around my chest and arms until he positions himself so that I'm in control. I look at him with curiosity. He gives a small nod ofencouragement and I slid myself inside him. He drops his head into the pillows and he lets out a groan. I feel his response and I release my own guttural moan. We move in a steady rhythm with only the sounds of our moans and our bodies moving together. I pick up the pace and I feel that my release is near. By the movements Magnus makes I see that his is close by too. I thrust three more times and I feel the release run through me. Iride the feeling out and Magnus drives his head deeper into the pillow and I feel him release as well. I pull away and lie on my side. I feel Magnus' hands on arms as he pulls me closer. I smile and he chuckles.

"I take it you don't have a boyfriend."

This time it's my turn to laugh.

"No, not at the moment."

"Which one do you think looks the best," the robust woman asksme for the eleventh time.

"The forest green is fine Ms. McBride," I say to her through my teeth.

"But the lavender looks so much nicer, don't you think," she asks, holding up the two-sizes-too-small dress.

I sigh; Monday has become as drab as every other day. The only thing keeping me going is the great time I had Saturday with Magnus. After our little escapade we talked and found out we have a lot in common. Unfortunately, when the sun came up and the light shined on us sobriety and common sense hit me, and I threw on my clothes faster than a whore on the runway. I felt a little bad for leaving without getting his number, but I think it'sfor the best. After all he said we could leave it right there, right?Though to be honest, I wouldn't mind taking it farther.

The doorbell rings and I greet the newcomer. I hear a familiar voice talking to my manager. Then footsteps approach my working area.

"Alec," my manager Casey calls out. "Come meet our new business partner, Magnus Bane. He will be working closely with us on the next few projects," he beams.

I see Magnus, the same Magnus whose bed I was in less than 72 hours ago. The same Magnus whose bed I ran out of just as fast. He's in front of me, and standing with my boss no less.

"Mr. Bane, nice to meet you," I gulp

Fuck...