The best thing about the boys being 6 and 8 was that they
were both finally sleeping through the night, and going to bed early (by
shadowhunter and warlock standards at least). Magnus would happily admit that
he was pleased, especially as it gave him and Alec more time to… canoodle… so
long as Alec was not needed at the institute or something.
And canoodling was fun. Not always sexy times, but also
prolonged make out sessions, or intense cuddling without extra little bodies
squirming in between. It meant that no matter what they were currently doing,
there was always the possibility of more.
Like now, they were just snuggling on the couch having finished
a glass of wine each and were content whispering to each other about their
days, and the boys. “So, then Max told me that I was too old to understand the
complexity of Star Wars. Me! I was at all eight of the premieres!” Magnus
softly laughed. “I think we need to take away Simon’s uncle privileges.”
Alec laughed with Magnus, the laugh echoing through Magnus’
lungs. “It certainly sounds that way.” Alec agreed, nuzzling into Magnus,
letting their cheeks brush, and then kissing Magnus along the top of his jaw
next to his ear.
“Nope.” Magnus smiled, but frowning when Alec pulled away.
“What? Not tonight?” Alec asked.
“No…” Magnus smirked, “I just thought the best place for
your lips was on mine.”
Alec met his smirk with one of his own, before squirming
down slightly and nuzzling his nose into Magnus’ neck. “Then you’ll have to
wait.” He said beginning to kiss Magnus’ neck.
Magnus moaned softly and ran his fingers through Alec’s
hair. Alec (despite being the smaller of the two got his hands under Mangus and
managed to shift them so that Magnus was below him, kissing down to Magnus’
collar bone, and beginning to undo his shirt for better access.
“You’re not going to come up for long enough for me to take
your shirt off.” Magnus huffed. He felt Alec smirk and shake his head against
Magnus’ shoulder. “Fine.” Magnus sighed. “Lavish me with your affections. I’ll
Which Magnus meant… for ten seconds, before his hands
untangled themselves from Alec’s hair and trailed down Alec’s back to the hem
of his t-shirt. “That didn’t last long.” Alec commented against Magnus’ skin.
“It’s been a while.”
Alec snickered, “You mean a couple of days?”
Magnus shrugged, knowing that it had been a couple days in
reality, but they were both still getting over the couple years of not doing
much canoodling. “You know what I mean.”
“Mmm” Alec agreed into his skin, having hardly stopped his
kissing during the whole conversation.
“You know.” Magnus said, and Alec grunted, not wanting to
stop. “I was talking to Tessa about this the other day, and how she and will
handled getting alone time, running the institute, and raising two kids and she
Alec looked up at him. “Will you stop if I kiss your mouth?”
“Well, that’s certainly one way of shutting a person up.”
“But are you talking to get me to really kiss you?” Alec
asked. Magnus shrugged, and Alec attacked him.
Magnus smirked, and began really rucking up Alec’s shirt now
that he had slightly better access, running his hands over scars and runes.
Wrapping his left arm and leg around Alec, Magnus heaved his shoulders twisting
so that Alec was beneath him, while not breaking their kiss.
Alec pulled back, nestling into the pillows, “Well hello
there.” Alec raised his eyebrows.
“Hello.” Magnus responded and winked. Alec pushed Magnus’
shirt from his shoulders and magnus sat up to take it off, and toss it across
the room as he pulled Alec up and pulled off his t-shirt and threw is across
the room as well. “We didn’t need those.” He smirked, pushing Alec back down.
He then began nuzzling and kissing Alec, much the same way
Alec had been doing to him, until a sleepy voice said, “Papa? What are you
doing to Daddy?” Magnus jerked up and saw Max in his firetruck pajamas rubbing
his eye with a stuffed blue beetle in his hands. (He was going through a phase
where any blue characters were automatically his favorites, and the blue beetle
was to represent the super hero).
Alec snickered. Probably because he was currently exempt
from explaining what they were up to. “Just having special Papa-Daddy time.
What’s the matter Blueberry?” He graciously got up, removing himself from Alec.
An act he knew was hard to make look gracious, but with hundreds of years of
practice Magnus knew that he looked suave, well, as suave as he wanted to look
before his son.
“I’m thirsty.” Max said, missing Alec’s whispered, “Me too.”
Magnus turned to Alec and gritted his teeth, “Okay Max, I’ll
get you a drink.” He kissed Alec’s forehead and whispered, “We can deal with
your thirst latter.”
He walked over to Max and took the yawning boy’s free hand
and led him into the kitchen as Alec sighed, and got up, collecting their
“Why do you and Daddy need special time?” Max asked as
Magnus got him a cup.
Magnus looked heaven ward and took a deep breath as he got
ice for Max’s drink. “It’s just something all parents need.”
“But why?” Max asked, sleepy and confused.
Magnus filled up Max’s glass, “To express our love and
maintain our relationship?”
“That seems silly.” Max said, taking his glass from Magnus
and heading back to his room.
“Someday, I hope you understand, Blueberry.” Magnus muttered
watching his son wonder back through the loft before following Alec back to