"You're coming late today. I was worried", says Alec sternly. I groan in frustration. The day is not going at all as I had imagined.

"Yeah. The meeting lasted forever and I'm really exhausted." Alec puts his hands on my upper arms and the warmth of his skin is a huge contrast to the coldness in my limbs.

"I tried to call you. Your phone is off." Again that harsh undertone. We don't have a relationship. Each of us can do what we want. Alec is not accountable to me. And neither do I. Still, I feel the need to explain myself.

"Umm. Mr. Verlac insists that his meetings go smoothly. No phone calls, no messages. Just him and his lackeys. The big boss."

Alec was worried. I hear it in his words and see it in his eyes. He had the same view in the garden at the barbecue. When Julian tried to make me compliant with rum. We never talked about it. Not so correct and detailed.

"You are freezing cold", he says softly and straightens up. His hands leave my arms and suddenly I feel even colder than I already are. I still don't wear anything other than boxer shorts.

"It's raining. And it's definitely too cold to take a walk in the rain. It's more like a ride on blocks of ice and needle-like drops with extra fine and pointed ends fall out of the clouds", I reply and make a playful grimace in pain.

"You need a warmer jacket. It's December. It should snow in the next few days", says Alec and blows a kiss on my cheek.

"I need you", I answer and pull him suddenly into my arms. He looks at me with raised eyebrows.

"Oh yes?", asks Alec. I nod and chew in anticipation of what's coming around on my lower lip. I am well aware of the impact of my actions. Alec is mad when I start this game.

"You need something to eat and a warm shower", he answers me and tries to speak as normally as possible. And yet I see the flash of his blue eyes and the dark spots flitting restlessly back and forth.

"And your lips", I breathe. Alec puts his hands on my hips and gently glides his fingertips under the waistband of my shorts. A comforting warmth spreads as Alec's strong hands begin to knead my buttocks and caress them tenderly. The interplay of gentleness and hardness is exactly what I need. And Alec is the one who rushes my daily dose of adrenaline and endorphins hot and wild through my veins with every single blow of his loin.

"And my cock in you", he adds throatily.

"You are wearing too much", I say and before Alec can answer my hands are on the hem of his shirt. Impatient as I am, I pull the fluffy piece of fabric over his head and let the chaos of hair become even more chaotic. I love the color of his hair. The deep black, dark like the night we lost each other and never wished to appear again. Alec gently brushes my lips and although we've been indulging each other for six months, it always feels like we're sitting on the blanket in Central Park in the rain. The warmth of his lips is so familiar to me. The soft curved line of his upper lip is the favorite path for my tongue.

Wet and hot, the tip glides over tender pink meat. My hands ceaselessly caress every inch of his muscular torso. He moans into the kiss and increases the pressure on my lips as the tip of my thumb brushes over his already hard nipple. My favorite melody. Alec's moans and his hard cock in my bum. Our lips move together hungrily. Sharp-edged teeth nibble on my lower lip, suck and elicit the sweetest tones from me. I claw myself firmly in Alec's shoulders as he leans his body a little forward and me backwards. My head lays back by itself and I enjoy the feeling of Alec's hot tongue and his sinful lips on my skin. The blood rushes in my ears and the tingling sensation, which increases the excitement even further, slowly begins to spread. Alec kisses my jaw and the tender area below the earlobe. I moan softly and Alec growls in frustration. I know he doesn't like it when I hide my lust. He loves it when I'm loud and uninhibited. When he hears that I like what he does to me. Greedily his tongue wanders over my neck, feeling every inch. Alec alternately distributes breathy kisses and light bites. I'm already tough and in desperate need of relief. My pelvis moves forward, pressed against Alec's body I can feel that he too is already hard. The friction of my erection on the rough fabric of his jeans gives me some relief and now my moaning is loud and deep. Just as my lover likes it. A humming sound of his excitement from the deepest levels of his throat vibrates on my chest and it runs cold down my spine. I have goosebumps all over my body and it doesn't come from the cold of the last days of December or the fact that I only stand in my house in boxer shorts. It's Alec and the sounds that leave his mouth and go straight into my nerve tract. Alone his mouth that covers my body with kisses, his tongue that costs every inch of my skin and the vibrating of his lips when the deep moans and throaty gasps leave his insides, make me wax in his hands. I forget everything around me, Alec tells me what he wants. And always, every evening, he gets what he wants.

"On your knees, Magnus", he demands and I do what he says.

"Take off", comes next and my excitement increases even more. I love his bossy manner. A few months ago I wouldn't have thought it possible, but with the right partner by your side, it's easy to give up control. Just let yourself go, turn off your head and just enjoy. I slowly open the buttons of his jeans. We look each other in the eye the whole time and I see a hell of a fire blazing in them. The flickering irises shine like blue flames. Alec licks his lips hungrily and moans as I pull the heavy annoying fabric over his hips. I press him a little against Alec and the friction on his hard penis increases. And to the surprise of the day, Alexander Lightwood doesn't wear shorts.