"Thanks for being my wingman tonight," Magnus said to Will, as he lined up the cue ball. It was his turn to break, and, with a well-placed shot, he managed to get two solids in the pocket. He had been sneaking into bars and pool halls to play billiards with Will since they were fourteen, and had become proficient at the sport.

"I'm the best wingman around," Will said. "Thanks for leaving me nothing here, by the way," he added, eyeing the set-up for the striped balls he was supposed to be aiming at.

"My pleasure," said Magnus with a wink. He downed the remnants of his drink and looked around for the cute little blonde waitress that he had been flirting with earlier. He needed a refill, but she was nowhere to be seen. Sighing, he glanced up at the bar where someone else caught his eye.

"Who. Is. That?" Magnus said, nodding in the direction of the bar.

Will lowered his pool stick and turned to see who Magnus was talking about. The man wasn't difficult to spot. He was easily the best looking guy sitting at the bar. He had black, disheveled hair, the kind that is never quite tamed no matter how much product is used. In all fairness, he didn't look like 'product' was a word or idea that he was familiar with anyway. His clothing style was not much better: a long sleeved, faded black shirt that hugged his frame and gave a hint of the muscles lying beneath, and black jeans with black boots.

With the exception of the man's clothes, Will thought he rather resembled himself, and thought it funny enough to point out to his best friend.

"I didn't realize you found me so attractive, Magnus," Will said with a smirk. "Do you want to hook up?"

Magnus tore his eyes away from the dream in front of him and said, "What? No, I don't want to be a fourth wheel between you, Jem and Tessa." He rolled his eyes dramatically at the thought. "Besides, he doesn't look that much like you."

Will scoffed, though he had to admit Magnus had a point. His relationship with Tessa and Jem was complicated enough without adding anyone else to the mix.

"Well, are you going over there or what?"

"Is the sky blue? I'm Magnus Bane, of course I'm going over there. I was just thinking…" A dreamy look crossed his face.

"Top Gun?" Will finished for him, and Magnus's grin spread wide. They had performed the "You've Lost That Loving Feeling" scene numerous times since they had first seen the movie, and usually with good results, better than what Maverick and Goose got in the movie anyway. That scene had gotten Magnus laid more times than Will cared to count.

Will was skeptical about this time though. This guy didn't look like someone who wanted to be in the spotlight. He was on the verge of saying so when Magnus cut into his thoughts.

"Go find the song on the juke box."

With a sigh, he headed in the direction of the glowing juke box in the corner. He slipped the money in the slot and selected the song. He knew the numbers by heart; they really had employed this pickup more times than should be socially acceptable. He turned to join Magnus at the bar, but quickly realized Magnus wasn't there. It didn't take much investigation to uncover why his best friend had paused.

The dark-haired man had been joined by a beautiful golden-haired god, and they were leaning their heads together, talking. The golden boy had his arm around the dark one's shoulder and they looked very cozy.

Will's eyes darted to Magnus, who looked disappointed. More disappointed than Will thought the situation called for, considering he hadn't even met the man yet. Will tugged on Magnus's arm as the song started up.

"You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips.
And there's no tenderness like before in your fingertips.
You're trying hard not to show it, (baby).
But baby, baby I know it…"

Magnus sighed. Will put his arm around his best friend's shoulder and said, "Come on. I still have to kick your ass at pool," as he steered Magnus back toward their table.

"Hey," Jace said, taking the seat Alec had saved for him.

Alec nodded in greeting. He was scowling slightly and tossing back tequila shots. Jace looked at him in concern. Alec didn't drink often, but when he did, he had a tendency to overdo it, and there was usually to be a reason for him wanting an escape.

"What happened?"

"Robert," was the reply.

"Oh."

Alec threw back another shot and sucked a lime into his mouth. Jace waited patiently, for Jace anyway, for Alec to tell him more. Alec finally sighed and said, "He called today to tell me that I would not be getting my trust fund like I was supposed to on my twenty-first birthday. Apparently, kicking me out, cutting off my college tuition money, and not inviting me to family events wasn't enough. Not that I expected anything else. Just hearing him say the words was…"

Jace slipped his arm around his best friend's shoulder. He knew how difficult life had been for Alec since he had finally told his parents he was gay. He and Alec had been best friends since they were little kids. He had spent many nights, and some summers at the Lightwood mansion, and they had been kind enough to take him in when his father had died. He had only been ten years old at the time and it had been rough on him, but moving in with his best friend had helped easy the pain a little. He and Alec had been closer than friends, closer than brothers, ever since.

He hated to see Alec hurting like this. He didn't deserve it. He was a great guy, an amazingly patient friend, honest and trustworthy. He trusted Alec with his life, and Alec felt the same about him.

Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do to make his friend feel better right now, nothing except get drunk with him.

He ordered his own tequila shot, complete with salt and lime as well, and tossed it back. Jace then turned to scope out the prospects for the evening. They both loved this bar, though it was nothing special, really. It could have been any bar in any city around the world, with it's plain wood bar, scuffed wood floor, small wood tables. They had been coming here for two years, with a fake ID until recently. The bar was big enough to house pool tables, a juke box, and the occasional live band, but small enough to still feel intimate.

The bar was a favorite of college students. It was a very non-judgmental kind of place, not a gay bar, not a straight bar, but a place where you could hook up with whoever strikes your fancy and no one really cared. Perhaps it was the younger generation that inhabited the place that allowed such freewheeling ideas.

"Alec?"

"Yeah."

"I think someone is watching you."

"Yeah, right. I'm not in the mood for games, Jace."

"Seriously, take a look. He's cute…I guess." Jace pointed toward the billiard tables, to a pair of men who had just turned away. One had short black hair and light skin, somewhat resembling Alec himself. The other, well, he was very tall and slender, with spiked black hair complete with red glitter. He wore tight red pants and a black shirt with purposefully placed rips over his warm, caramel skin.

Alec caught the colorful man glancing back over his shoulder as he leaned over the pool table, lining up his shot. By the angel, he was good-looking. Alec couldn't peel his eyes away. The black shirt was riding up slightly, revealing a narrow strip of skin between it and the waistband of the red pants.

Alec had never had a boyfriend. He had devoted his time to his studies, and his archery. He was at the university on an archery scholarship, which gave him a free education, as he pursued his real passion, art. But something about the man bent over the table made him second guess his life of celibacy. Something about him was making Alec have some very naughty thoughts indeed.

Or maybe it was the alcohol. Regardless, he was sure this was not the time to be getting involved with someone. He was also sure that he was not the one the man kept glance toward. Why would he be? He was boring and plain and unattractive. Surely the man was looking at Jace. Everyone looked at Jace, with his golden hair and warm skin and strong muscular build. He was everyone's fantasy, male or female. But the man was out of luck; Jace had a girlfriend, a fairly new development, but he was crazy about her nonetheless.

No, there was no way the man was looking at Alec.

"Magnus, are you going to concentrate or are you actually aiming at me!" Will said sharply, as the cue ball bounced off the table and nearly hit him.

"Sorry," Magnus said distractedly.

Will rolled his eyes. "Just go talk to him."

"While he's with his boyfriend? No thanks."

"Well, you're in luck. Said boyfriend just went to the restroom." Will nudged Magnus, giving him a hard push in the direction of the bar. "While you're there, get me a drink."

Magnus tossed up a hand in acknowledgement of Will's request. Good, now I have an excuse, he thought.

Magnus leaned against the bar to get the bartender's attention, leaning much further than strictly necessary, allowing his shirt to creep up and expose his waist. The bartender, who he had known for years and had dated briefly, bounced over, taking his drink order, then leaving him to fill his request.

Magnus turned around, leaning back on his elbows, still showing off his midriff. He let his eyes drift over toward the dark-haired man beside him, a sleepy, seductive look in his eye. He looked the man up and down, eyes slowly roaming over his face and body. He could see a faint blush rise on the man's cheeks and thought he was the most adorable thing he had ever seen.

"Hey," he said in his dreamiest voice.

"Hey," the dark-haired man replied. He met Magnus's gaze for a moment and he could feel the fluttering in his heart as he looked into the bluest eyes he'd ever seen, including Will's. The other man quickly looked away, and Magnus thought maybe he needed to tone it down a bit. He knew how intense his gaze could get when he turned on the charm.

"Do you and your friend play pool?" he asked, testing the water, trying to see if the golden boy was just a friend or the man's boyfriend.

The man shrugged. "A little." He looked up at Magnus again. Good, he seems a little more comfortable now, he thought.

The bartender returned with his drinks as Jace returned from the restroom. Magnus nodded a greeting to him. "Why don't you guys join me and my friend for a friendly game?"

The two men exchanged looked and shrugged. "Why not?" said the golden one. "I'm Jace, by the way. And this is Alec. I'm sure he hasn't introduced himself yet."

Magnus laughed. "I'm Magnus," he said, leading them toward the pool table. "And this is my friend Will."

After all the introductions were made, Magnus decided he needed to know the story behind this man, Alec, most notably, whether or not he and Jace were a couple. As he was trying to think of a way to ask, a series of beeps interrupted his thoughts. Four hands immediately went to their owner's pockets, Jace being the victorious one.

He held up his phone with a grin and checked the screen. "Text from Clary," he said, and absorbed into the 'no man's land' of texting his girlfriend.

Alec rolled his eyes. "Guess I'll be playing against you two by myself. Once he starts talking to Clary, we may never get him back."

Magnus chuckled in what he hoped was a casual way, but he couldn't help feeling happy that he wasn't competing with Jace, at least.

Another beeping, this time from the other side of the table. Will grinned sheepishly as he checked his phone. Magnus suspected he had texted Jem or Tessa to give him an excuse to leave Magnus and Alec alone, if Magnus succeeded in engaging the other man in conversation. Will really was the best wingman. He set a mental reminder to get Will something special if he was successful tonight.

He turned to Alec and shrugged. "Guess it's just you and me." And now it's time to find out if you are interested in me, he thought.

He placed the balls in the rack and chalked his cue tip. "Do you want to break?"

Alec shook his head. "Go ahead." He took a sip of his drink as he watched Magnus line up for the break. Alec had never appreciated how sexy a man could look leaning low over a pool table. He saw that strip of skin peek out from under the edge of Magnus's shirt again. He noticed just how tight those jeans were when they were pulled tighter in that position. He watched the intensity in Magnus's eyes as angled his shot.

Magnus could feel those blue eyes on him. The gaze was scorching, and Magnus had to hide his smile. He refocused on the task at hand, pool that is, and he jumped slightly with the force of his stroke. The cue ball hit the other balls and made a spectacular sound, a flash of colors under the overhead hanging lights. He sunk two balls, and grinned, turning to catch Alec's eyebrows disappear into his hairline. Magnus hit his next shot, but missed, possibly deliberately, the next.

Alec looked apprehensive. He was not joking earlier when he said he only played a little. He had grown up with a billiards table in the game room of the Lightwood mansion, and had played a lot then, but it had been years since he'd set foot in that house and he was definitely rusty.

He chose a stick and lined up his shot, convinced he could not look near as good as Magnus had when he leaned over the table. He wasn't even sure why he cared how good he looked, other than the fact that he found this dark-haired man extremely attractive. He took a deep breath to steady his hands before he shot.

And missed the ball he was aiming for entirely. He inwardly rolled his eyes, embarrassed that he had made such a bad shot.

Magnus suppressed his smile, an idea forming in his mind. He focused again, and sunk another three balls in succession before finally missing and giving Alec another turn.

Alec's shot was a little better this time, he at least hit the ball, though it did not go in the pocket. He mentally blamed it on his lack of concentration. He could feel Magnus watching him, and it was very distracting.

Magnus decided it was time to put his plan into motion. He rose from the barstool he'd been leaning against and crossed to Alec. "I think your problem is in your form," he said in his silkiest voice.

"Y-you do?" Alec said, chastising himself for the slight stutter. It was difficult to concentrate, or breathe, with such a sexy man so close to him.

Magnus didn't miss the stutter. He chalked it up as a point in his favor. "Let me show you." He leaned over the table again, showing Alec the correct position to get the best view of his shot. It was also the correct position to get the best view of his ass, but that was not, entirely, the point.

Alec gulped nervously, but attempted to get into the position Magnus was showing him. He must not have accomplished it though, for a second later, Magnus was standing behind him, one hand on Alec's hip and the other on his shoulder, applying gentle pressure, to which Alec was relenting. Even through his clothes, Alec could feel the heat of Magnus's hands on him.

"Hmmm, that looks much better," Magnus said, and Alec felt his face flush. Magnus grabbed the cue ball, and placed it at the end of Alec's stick. "Let's see you hit that six ball in," he instructed.

Alec wondered how he was supposed to do that when he was unable to think of anything other than the fiery imprints Magnus's hands had left on his body. Somehow, miraculously, he managed to hit the six ball into the pocket.

"Nice shot," Magnus said.

"You must be a good teacher," Alec replied.

"I know my way around balls and sticks," Magnus said seductively, earning a flaming blush from the blue-eyed man.

"I'll bet you do," Alec stated boldly, and Magnus's stomach flipped. He had hoped Alec would respond to his flirting, and he was not disappointed.

Magnus closed the space between them, bringing his hand up and brushing Alec's jaw with a feather-light touch. "Maybe I can give you private lessons."

Alec visibly gulped. What was he doing? He didn't flirt, he didn't date, he was still a virgin for god's sake. And here he was flirting, at least by his standards, and accepting sexual innuendos from the most beautiful man he'd ever seen. What was he doing?

When he didn't respond, Magnus suddenly worried that he had gone too far. It was clear that Alec was not as experienced in the sexual game as he was, and he hoped he hadn't scared Alec away already.

Alec smiled, relieving some of Magnus's anxiety. "Maybe" was all he said, but at least it wasn't 'no'.

Jace caught Alec's eye. Alec excused himself to see what Jace wanted.

"I gotta run. Clary wants me to come over. Are you okay here without me?"

Alec thought about it for a moment and decided he was most certainly not okay without Jace. He didn't really trust himself not to do something stupid, especially if Magnus kept standing so close and he kept breathing in that intoxicating scent he was wearing. What was it? Something earthy and musky and distinctly masculine. By the angel, he smelled good.

"Hello," Jace said, waving a hand in front of Alec's face, breaking him from his daydream.

"What? Oh, sorry," Alec said, blushing furiously.

"Are. You. Staying?" Jace annunciated.

Alec looked as if he were going to retreat into his thoughts again.

"Oh, just go get his damn number, will you?"

Alec grinned sheepishly. He turned and went back to Magnus. "I, um, I've got to go," he said. Magnus clearly looked disappointed, and Alec quickly added, "I was wondering if…if I could have your number." He voice rose slightly at the end, a hopeful note.

Magnus grinned and pulled out his phone. He handed it to Alec. "Call your number."

Alec typed in his digits, and hit send. A moment later his pocket rang, and he bit his lip, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly. Magnus thought he might lose it if he didn't stop making that face. It was taking all his self-control not to grab Alec and kiss him with him making those adorable faces. He gently touched Alec's cheek again and said, "Call me."

A/N: If you haven't seen the movie "Top Gun" and don't understand the opening scene...well, shame on you! J/K, youtube it, it's great! The song is, obviously, "You've Lost That Loving Feeling" by The Righteous Brothers.