#malecisright

Who knew?

That you’d be up in here looking like you do

You’re making staying over here, impossible

Baby, I must say your aura is incredible

If you don’t have to go, don’t

A snap changed his clothes, the robes transforming into tight blue skinny jeans, paired with a mesh red top and a black leather jacket. The slippers on his feet becoming black ankle boots with chains that clanged…

Do you know what you started?

I just came here to party

But now we’re rocking on the dance floor, actin’ naughty

Your hands around my waist

Just let the music play

We’re hand in hand, chest to chest and now we’re face to face

As he slid down his living room, popping, locking and ending it with a drop as he slid on both knees , threw open a portal and popped headlong into…

I wanna take you away

Let’s escape the music, DJ let it play

I just can’t refuse it

Like the way you do this

Keep on rockin’ to it

Please don’t stop the, please don’t stop the music

Berghain, Germany, a subtle wave switching the records on the DJ who found himself playing Rihanna’s Don’t stop the music. The crowd cheered and Magnus popped back up to standing, hands extended up and out as he gyrated and rode the wave of the song, winking at the girl who brushed her arm against his as he pulled her into a turn, twirled her…

I wanna take you away

Let’s escape into the music, DJ let it play

I just can’t refuse it

Like the way you do this

Keep on rockin’ to it

Please don’t stop the, please don’t stop the

Please don’t stop the music

And popped into Contact, Japan, picking up the rest of the song as he stretched both hands out and stepped back and forward, fingers snapping and releasing only when a young man entwined his fingers in his. He dipped the boy low, and set him to spinning, right into the hands of his lover, the High Warlock of Japan: Akihiko Sato. Magnus winked…

Baby are you ready cause it’s getting close?

Don’t you feel the passion ready to explode?

What goes on between us no-one has to know

This is a private show, oh

And popped right into an orgasmic grinding session at Ibiza’s DC10. He found himself sandwiched between men and women, hands all over his body as they all whined and grinded to his song, body swaying, losing their mind to the rhythm, until he felt wandering hands moving too close to comfort and…

Do you know what you started?

I just came here to party

But now we’re rocking on the dance floor, actin’ naughty

Your hands around my waist

Just let the music play

We’re hand in hand, chest to chest and now we’re face to face

Was in Seoul’s Faust, with Rihanna’s voice blowing out his air drums and blowing his mind. He screamed into the night, laughed when the rest of the club screamed along with him, hands thrown up into the air as they jumped and laughed. Someone blew him a kiss. He caught it, blew one of his own, flung both arms out and threw himself back…

I wanna take you away

Let’s escape into the music, DJ let it play

I just can’t refuse it

Like the way you do this

Keep on rockin’ to it

Please don’t stop the, please don’t stop the music

Into the richly tapestried world of Rome’s Goa. He slid down the railings, landed on the bottom floor and moonwalked to the DJ podium, twirling as he skidded, stopped like he was about to fall headlong into the DJ’s turntable, laughed and dropped down into a…

I wanna take you away

Let’s escape into the music, DJ let it play

I just can’t refuse it

Like the way you do this

Keep on rockin’ to it

Please don’t stop the, please don’t stop the

Please don’t stop the music

Split in Kaiku, in Helsinki. Someone cheered and the rest of the floor echoed the sound. Someone pulled him up, another person spun him around and he caught a young girl in his arms, the two of them doing an impromptu swing dance, her laughter happy and thrilled, and he released her into someone else’s arms…

Mama say mama Sa Mama Coosa

Mama say mama Sa Mama Coosa

Mama say mama Sa Mama Coosa

Mama say mama Sa Mama Coosa

Please don’t stop the music

And was in Lisbon’s Lux Fragil, face up to the ceiling as he spun himself around, delighting as the lights played across his face; a clash of black and silver and grey. He hopped forward, stepped backward, kicked his hip to the side, hands stretched out as he ground backwards. He did a little booty shake, wiggled his brow at the young warlock who gawked at him…

Mama say mama Sa Mama Coosa

Mama say mama Sa Mama Coosa

Mama say mama Sa Mama Coosa

Mama say mama Sa Mama Coosa

Please don’t stop the music

Please don’t stop the music

Brought both hands together in a clap in Brixton’s Phonox. He shimmied his way through the dance floor, raising both hands to form twin signs of the horns in solidarity of the Brixton crowd. He lowered his hands slightly, and rotated his shoulders as he whined his hips in the opposite direction, raised one hand…

I wanna take you away

Let’s escape into the music, DJ let it play

I just can’t refuse it

Like the way you do this

Keep on rockin’ to it

Please don’t stop the, please don’t stop the music

And was at Chicago’s Smartbar as he brought it down slowly, sliding his fingers down his face, down the length of one arm as he placed both hands on his hips and worked them, swaying one way and then the next. He caught the eye of the DJ and the little nod he gave him. Chicago’s High Warlock had always considered himself a person of eclectic interests. He raised an arm in solidarity…

I wanna take you away

Let’s escape into the music, DJ let it play

I just can’t refuse it

Like the way you do this

Keep on rockin’ to it

Please don’t stop the, please don’t stop the

Please don’t stop the music

And waved both arms in the air as he found himself airborne and being carried through the crowd by Shanghai’s Bar Rouge’s party crowd as they chanted the lyrics. He laughed the whole journey through till they finally dropped him on his feet, causing him to stumble slightly…

Mama say mama Sa Mama Coosa

Mama say mama Sa Mama Coosa

Mama say mama Sa Mama Coosa

Mama say mama Sa Mama Coosa

Please don’t stop the music

And find his feet on the thrumming floors of Glasgow’s Sub Club. He felt the music in his veins, found himself unable to do anything but throw his head back, close his eyes and lose himself in the music, the heavy beats reverberating beneath his feet, and he forgot how to breathe…

Mama say mama Sa Mama Coosa

Mama say mama Sa Mama Coosa

Mama say mama Sa Mama Coosa

Mama say mama Sa Mama Coosa

Please don’t stop the music

Only to catch his breath in Georgia’s Bassiani as he was hit with a cloud of smoke. He breathed out, felt the rest of his worries get carried away on the wind, and laughed, inebriated by the joy, the life, the vibrancy of the place and the cannabis tinged air that filled the room.

Mama say mama Sa Mama Coosa

Mama say mama Sa Mama Coosa

Mama say mama Sa Mama Coosa

Mama say mama Sa Mama Coosa

Please don’t stop the music

He portalled back into the loft, smiling at the sight of Alec’s jacket on the coat rack as he walked into their bedroom. Alec was snuggled beneath the covers, chest rising and lowering in sleep, dead to the rest of the world.

A snap of his fingers, and he was in his black briefs, with his face devoid of makeup.

He slid beneath the covers, snuggling against Alec who stirred at the contact.

“Had a good night?” Alec asked, voice tinged with sleep.

Magnus nodded. “Yes.”

“Good.” Alec yawned. “Happy Birthday Magnus.”

And now, as he and Magnus gazed at each other, deep longing hit him like a wave.

Without preamble, he pushed his body away from the table he was leaning on, and moved forwards. Forwards, into the future, and into Magnus’ arms.

They wrapped around his waist, fingers digging into his spine, just as Alec raised his hands to Magnus’ face. His thumbs dragged against his goatee, the feeling a ripple through his body. He felt like drowning. Like taking a deep breath and letting the water fill his lungs. Resting his forehead against Magnus’, he sunk into the warmth the man brought into his life. 

“Is everything alright?” Magnus’ voice was no more than a whisper, gently filling the space they occupied. For a moment, Alec didn’t know what to say. It was impossible to put his thoughts into words, and to mold the never-ending ocean of feelings into something tangible, no matter how palpable it seemed. Consequently, Alec had to resort to the thing he knew best: The truth.

“I’m so happy,” he said, smile blooming on his face. Magnus’ hands pressed harder against his back, lips lingered at his cheek. “Being with you.. I’ve never been happier, Magnus. I’m so glad I get to have this. I’m so glad I-”

Alec broke off, struck by how right these words felt. How long he had longed to say them, and how much he wanted to right now. Magnus’ smile had stretched to his cheeks, eyes impossibly soft, all of his love shining through. For a moment, the light caught on his face, a kaleidoscope of colour dancing without restraint, and Alec felt free.

“I’m so glad I’m gay.”

Laughter was spilling out of his throat, even as he pressed his lips to Magnus’. And when they pulled apart, Magnus was shaking his head softly.

“Alexander,” he began, “All that I have experienced, the time it took to put a name to my bisexuality, it was worth it because it led me to you. And I couldn’t be happier.”

Then, they found themselves in each other’s arms. Faces buried in necks, hands caressing backs. They felt like bursting. Overflowing with all that they felt.