Without another word, I put the dishes in the dishwasher and take another deep breath before going back to Alec. He is sitting on the sofa by now, his head bent back and resting on the backrest. His hands are palms up on his lap, legs cross-legged he looks like he's meditating. But the low hum from his throat, deep and immensely sexy tells me he is neither sleeping nor meditating. I quietly scurry past him and run upstairs to the bathroom. With a bottle of massage oil in my hands, I go back to Alec and find him in the same position I left him.

"Alec?", I ask quietly and only get a grumble in reply.

"Take your shirt off", I whisper.

"Do you think that's a good idea? Again?," comes a prompt reply and I roll my eyes, sighing. Wordlessly, I hold out the bottle of massage oil to him. His eyes are still closed. Gently I push my foot against his and Alec opens one eye. He looks at the bottle and answers with a shrug: "I know it. It's a great substitute for lube. So you do want sex?"

I falter briefly, only to regain my composure immediately.

"No", I say more sharply than I intended. Once again I find it hard to hold back.

"Actually, I wanted to take care of your neck. But apparently you're the one of the two of us who sees a quick adventure around every corner."

Alec's words hit me hard.

"Sorry Magnus", he says, pulling his shirt over his head in one fluid motion.

"Lie on your stomach." My voice trembles slightly. I stare at that back riddled with hard muscles and the trail of our passion.

"How was your day Magnus?", mumbles Alec into the pillow. I wake from my stupor and am glad he hasn't noticed.

"Quite well. I finished writing the review. Sort of at the last minute. You prevented me from doing it last night", I say and immediately bite my lower lip hard. I wanted to avoid this subject at all costs. Actually. Strangely, though, it keeps slipping back into our conversations.

"You didn't exactly look like you minded being distracted by me and my cock." I let that go without comment. It's the truth.

"Watch out cold." Alec winces slightly as the oil drips down his back. The yellow liquid flows down his shoulders and back down his sides. The aroma of lemons greets us and reminds us of a balmy summer evening in Tuscany. Once I was there, ages ago. Every evening my parents sat on the terrace of an old finca and listened to the cicadas playing. The air smelled of lemons and the heat of summer. I lay curled up like a hedgehog on the old wooden bench, my father sitting next to me. He lovingly stroked my hair and whispered softly to my mother. Tiredness finally overcame me, a dreamless peaceful sleep was so certain. It was the best time of my life. I was six years old and believed in eternal unconditional love.

Before the oil drips onto the upholstery of the sofa I catch it with my hand and rub the fragrant liquid on Alec's back.

"I'll sit on your thighs okay?", I say half questioningly to Alec and earn a nod in response. With circular movements and gentle pressure I massage the broad muscles of his back and Alec moans softly. The rhomboid and deltoid muscles are hardened. It's a miracle that he doesn't suffer from a permanent headache. The trapezius muscles are as hard as stone and Alec whimpers as the heels of my hands stimulate the corresponding points.

"That you don't have a headache", I say softly.

"Maybe I do and I'm just not saying anything. Ouch... Magnus."

Right there. The transition to the back of the neck. Alec contorts his face painfully. And gasps. Oh my god. That sound from his mouth. I'm getting hot, and it's not just from the exertion of the massage.

"I wrote Magnus Lightwood under an article for the first time. It was a weird feeling. But my boss thought it was great. He likes my new name." I tell him freely, trying to ignore the long drawn out moan from Alec as my thumb punctures a trigger point below the bone of my skull. My penis twitches treacherously, blood already boiling, and my body flushes a wave of dopamine directly into my nerve endings.

"So it is", Alec brings out with a gasp. "My name suits you very well. Magnus Lightwood."

Fuck. That he just let out a deep moan paired with my name only gets me deeper into the vortex of lust and desire. This hot body beneath me doesn't make it any better. My fingertips are tingling again and my penis only swells more with each gasp and moan from Alec. I work his body relentlessly. Sometimes gently, just stroking my palms over the reddened skin. Then harder, kneading and Alec moans. He moans and gasps, writhing under my hands and I am about to come.

"Oh yes that's good." His words don't make it any better. I bite my bottom lip hard and soon taste the metallic aroma of my blood. I'm too intoxicated by what we're doing here. My hands on his body, my cock pressed against his ass and the most lustful moans coming from his wonderful mouth with those sinful full lips.

"You're doing so well Magnus. Harder." I wonder if he actually knows how much this turns me on. I'm sure he doesn't. Otherwise he would have stopped already.

"My boss wants to meet you. He's having a party this weekend and you're invited", I say quietly.

"Do you want to... oh fuck... that?", asks Alec.

"Actually, I don't have a choice. Or us. He's deciding my professional future. It's a barbecue with colleagues and their partners. So you're not the only husband there."

"Okay. If that's what you want, I'll go with you. Do your colleagues know about Vegas?"

"No", I reply curtly and leave it at that.

The distraction did my arousal good. However, it changes abruptly when Alec sits up and turns. He pushes me up and I slide off his legs and land on my ass. The sofa beneath me cushions my impact. Alec is immediately kneeling over me, licking his lips. His eyes are dark with lust and I know what is about to happen.