《Text Me》Coffee?
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Alec sat in the quiet of the break room, sweat sliding down his back. He was having trouble concentrating on his clients as thoughts of Stiles and Magnus swirled in his mind. He has no idea the two had met, and wouldn't know what to do with that information if he got ahold of it.
"Alec," Jace said peaking his head into the room, "we got to continue man that was barely anything."
Jace was Alec's brother, as well as his work out partner. The one kept the other in check as they battled for the highest gain, taking loses with stride.
Today though, Jace was the client, something he does every now and again when he has a free moment. The way Alec works with Jace is much different than everyone else, seeing as the biggest motivation is working out together.
"Yeah sorry I'll be out there in a second." Alec said sliding his phone from his pocket.
After reassuring himself he typed in Stiles number and hit call. Before the call could even go through he changed his mind and ended the call gripping his phone in his hand. "If he wanted to talk he'd message me. He's probably busy." Alec reasoned. Taking a deep breath he headed out to finish the session.
Stiles stared at the speaker in front of him. Had his mind been clear he would have been listening but the only thing swimming in his thoughts was Magnus Bane.
The Asian man had made an impression quiet easily on Stiles. The countless flirtatious remarks made Stiles wonder what Alec could have possibly done to this man. Magnus was very attractive also, leading Stiles mind down a dangerous path of self loathing. How could Alec possibly like him? Stiles thought of himself as a pale, spastic kid who couldn't possibly be liked by a handsome, strong man like Alec. These thoughts fought with Stiles as the lecture winded to a close.
Shaking off these feelings he headed out of the hall and into the cool breeze of campus. "This is what it will be like." Stiles thought, the wind clearing his mind. "This will be my new life."
Pulling out his phone he sent Alec a text, ignoring all of the negative thoughts bombarding his mind.
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S: So how about that coffee? ☕️
Within a few moments Alec had sent him the address with a "see you there." At the end.
A smile graced Stiles lips as he haled a taxi.
Alec wiped his hands on his workout shorts. "Hey Jace I get off in two minutes so let's do 100 jumping jacks and be done."
Jace had agreed and soon the two were wiping down in the locker room.
"So Izzy tells me there's a guy." Jace said pulling his shirt over his head.
"There's not a guy." Alec replied also pulling his shirt off.
"Okay how about you explain why your about to take a shower." Alec gave Jace a dumbfounded look.
"I don't know Jace maybe because I'm covered in sweat and it's gross." Alec said convincingly.
"You never shower here, you always go home and shower before meeting back up with me at Luke's." A sign escaped Alec's lips as he slumped down on the bench.
"There isn't a guy, or I don't know. We haven't met yet, that's where I'm going after this so I actually won't be able to meet at Luke's, we're getting coffee."
Jace smirked down at his adoptive brother knowing good and well he didn't have the time to shower.
"When do you meet him?" Jace asked.
"I'm suppose to be there by 1:30." Alec replied slipping his shoes off.
"Alec it's 1:25 man."
"What?" Alec asked frantically pulling out his phone. Jace was right, it was 1:25 meaning Alec could never shower and be there on time. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He said pulling his shoes back on and throwing his shirt on.
"There's a guy." Jace said as Alec threw his duffle into his locker.
"Shut up Jace." Alec yelled over his shoulder as he hurried out of the locker room.
Stiles sat by the window, already having grabbed a hot chocolate, as he waited for Alec to arrive. The time said 1:35 the last time Stiles had checked and he was getting a bit nervous. What if he was going to flake like last night? What if him and Magnus use to come to this coffee shop together? What if Stiles wasn't good enough?
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These thoughts began driving Stiles crazy. He needed to calm down, he realized that. Unlocking his phone he began to scroll through his list of friends, quickly finding Lydia.
S: Hey Lyds am I being stood up if they don't show up within 10 minutes of when they said they would?
S: Coffee shop he said was close to his house.
S: Almost.
S: Nope.
Taking a deep breath Stiles let it out. Tucking his phone in his pocket he gripped his cup and stood. Opening the door he took a left and started to head toward the comic shop he saw on his way in.
"Stiles!" A voice yelled from behind him. Turning around he saw a black headed boy dodging his way through the crowd.
"Alec?" Stiles questioned out loud. Before long Alec stood in front of Stiles breathing heavy.
"I'm sorry I'm late I had to get a cab and then we got stuck in traffic on 3rd street and I ran from there." Alec rambled showing how nervous he was.
"You ran from 3rd street?" Stiles questioned.
Both boys stood in the middle of the walkway people passing on both sides.
"Yeah."
"Alec that's like three blocks away." Stiles exclaimed.
"Now you see why I'm late. Now can we go get a coffee?" Stiles nodded and the two headed back to the cafe.
Once Alec had ordered his drink, a white chocolate mocha cappuccino with Caramel drizzle, Stiles began laughing.
"Oh shut up Izzy got it for me one time and it's really good. What did you get?"
"A hot chocolate." Stiles replied simply.
The two sat at Stiles previous table and talked about everything. Alec's worries about not taking a shower faded away as Stiles acted like it didn't bother him. Stiles fears about Alec not liking him disappeared as the pair flirted back and forth.
Hours past and the two were still talking about everything and anything in between. It wasn't until Alec apologized for missing the party that Stiles got quiet.
"It's fine I understand." He had said before shutting down. Was he suppose to explain that he already knew the real reason Alec hadn't been there?
"I.. um." Stiles started. "I met Magnus last night."
Alec visibly stopped breathing. "So you know?" Alec whispered.
"Yeah." Stiles breathed out.
"I'm sorry I lied."
After that hiccup the two continued to talk until Stiles had to leave.
"They are paying for some play so we get the full New York experience." Stiles had said before they two departed.
Alec had gotten home to his shared apartment with his siblings when Isabelle assisted him with questions.
"Jace told me." She squealed the second the door closed. "So how was it? Is he as cute in person as he is in pictures? Did you guys kiss? Oh my god wait tell me you didn't go in that. Aleeeec you're hopeless."
"What?" Alec questioned. "I headed there from the gym, Stiles didn't seem to mind. Now if you will excuse me I'm going to take a shower."
Alec headed to his room before calling out to his sister. "Izzy he met Magnus."
"Better sooner then later right?" Isabelle replied.
"I guess."
Stiles wasn't paying attention to the play, he was busy telling Lydia all about the coffee date.
S: and then I told him I met Magnus.
S: yeah. His mood completely dropped and he changed subjects really quick.
S: no. I mean I get it and I want to see him again but i dont know if he does if that makes scenes.
S: That I'm going to go home and these past 2 months of talking will have meant nothing. I just, I don't want to look like a fool.
S: thanks Lyds
S: I got to go but I love you, and check in on my dad for me bring him a salad or something heathy please.
Alec laid in bed after his shower thinking about Stiles at that coffee shop. He thought about the way Stiles face light up when he talked about things that he loved, or how he couldn't stop moving for the life of him.
Alec thought about the honey color of his eyes and the moles that littered his skin. He thought about the way one eye slightly squints more then the other when he smiles. All he could think about was how beautiful Stiles was.
"Fuck." He whispered. "I'm so screwed."
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