𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒
you're all my heart talks about

SEARCHING HIS JEEP was a bust, and that's why Stiles was currently back on his childhood bedroom, basking in his frustration and sadness.

"Stiles?"

The boy in question looked up at Alec who had entered his room.

They decided that since they haven't been able to find the Mortal Cup, yet, they're going to have to stay somewhere. That somewhere happened to be his old home. And since there is only three rooms, Clary and Izzy took one, Jace and Alec took the other while Stiles took his. Simon decided to be the weirdo he is and took the couch in the living room.

"Yeah?" Stiles questioned, sitting up, allowing the moonlight to shine down on his bare chest. His face heated up in embarrassment as he quickly scrambled for a shirt. It was a black shirt, no surprise there. "Um. Yeah?" He asked again, standing up from the bed to fully face Alec, the tip of his head reaching the taller boys nose.

"I just—"Alec took in a deep breath as he tried to calm his panicking mind over seeing Stiles shirtless, and his eyes began roaming the shirt. "That's my shirt." Stiles' eyes widened as he looked down at the shirt. Without thinking, he went to rip it off of him, but Alec's hands stopped him mid-action. "I didn't say take it off." His voice was raspy and it made Stiles tingle all over. "I mean, I wouldn't mind you taking it off, it would be hot to see you take it off. Though, I'd rather take it off for you." Both their eyes widened. "I-I-I mean, I mean—"

"I think I know what you mean."

Without even thinking, Stiles lurched forward and pressed their lips together. Chapped against soft.

At first, he didn't kiss back, probably from the surprise of it all, but eventually, he did.

And when he did, he was rough and erratic, almost as if he has been wanting to do this forever.

It was rough and forced, yet sweet and full of passion.

It was like fire and ice.

Both of their hands found their way through each other's hair and started tugging. One of Stiles' hand wandered down to Alec's chest, and slowly started to trail up his short, roaming around his chest and abs. Damn those abs.

"Mhmm." Stiles moaned against his lips and then leant back, taking in huge gulps of air, allowing oxygen to enter his deprived lungs.

"That was..." Alec trailed off, opening his eyes to allow Stiles to see his darkened blue eyes, pupils dilated.

"Explosive," he commented and then smiled up at the blue eyed Shadowhunter. "I've kinda, um, been wanting to do that ever since I saw your brooding face." He reached up and cupped his cheek in his hand.

"I've been wanting to do this as well." He smiled hugely, showing off his pearly whites. He cupped Stiles' cheeks in his hands and slowly leaned down, allowing his lips to graze his. Instead of kissing like Stiles thought he was going to do, Alec lightly bit down on his bottom lip, making him moan at the unexpected move. "I have never pictured kissing someone, let alone someone like you."

"Like me?" Stiles questioned, confused, his eyes opening slowly.

"No, no, that's not what I meant." Alec shook his head, looking like a kicked puppy. "I meant like, I always, I never—"He took in a huge breath. "I never thought I would ever fall in love."

"Love?" Stiles questioned with wide eyes, slightly backing away from him in shock.

"I, uh, that's not — ah!" He let out an aggravated scream, tugging at his hair. "I always ruin everything." He mumbled and was about to walk away, but Stiles grabbed his hand, successfully stopping him.

"Alec." Stiles sighed, pulling him closer, allowing him to grab his face. "I know what you meant." He smiled softly. "You're never felt this way about someone so you don't know how to act, what to say or anything."

"Yeah." Alec nodded, looking him in the eyes. "I realized something today about you. About us." Stiles rose his eyebrows as he spoke those words. Alec closed his eyes for a few seconds before reopening them, almost seeming as if he was looking into his soul. "I really like you, Stiles."

"Alec — I..." Stiles trailed off, not sure what to say.

"I know." Alec nodded, frowning. "You don't have to say it if you're not ready to." He leaned down and pressed a small kiss to his lips. "I just wanted you to know."

"I really like you too, Alec," Stiles told him, smiling up at the taller boy.

"Really?" He questioned, trying to hold back the smile on his face.

"Really." Stiles nodded.

He let out a small noise from the back of his throat in happiness before smiling and scooping Stiles up in his arms.