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It’s been over three months since Magnus and Raf met Alec and Electra in Paris and all four of them have been busy since.
Raf and Electra have spent countless hours writing emails to each other, talking over FaceTime and even sending letters. And they are both just as smitten as they were when they first met.
Meanwhile, Alec and Magnus have a similar relationship in play. They’ve only managed to meet up once, a hurried dinner in LA when Magnus was in town for a conference. It had been short but magical and both men had walked away with the knowledge that it wasn’t just Paris that had brought them together.
Since then they have managed to talk almost every day and tomorrow Raf and Magnus will finally be headed to the set of ‘The Shadows of the Downworld.’
“Dad? Can I pack your silk shirt to wear?” Raf signs as he plows into Magnus’ room, ignoring the fact that his dad is on the phone.
”Help yourself to anything, Raf.” Magnus agrees as he once again asks the man on the line why he can’t book seats for them on the plane.
Eventually, he gives up, sparing his energy to help his overly excited son pack.
When they’re finally done, Raf insists that they need to watch the final episode of the show in preparation for being on the set for the next few days and Magnus agrees albeit with a lot of huffing and puffing about having other things to do.
But Raf isn’t fooled, ”I know you love this episode Dad! Alec already called and told me that you’d want to watch it on repeat. Is it cos Alec’s got his chest out?!”
The socks hit Raf on the head and he bursts into laughter as he stares at his dad's unimpressed face.
But Magnus lets it slide and has to admit that seeing Alec bare chested is not an issue at all, especially as the other man has already reenacted the scene for him in great detail over Zoom.
The next morning, they find themselves at the airport with a couple of hours to spare. Magnus heads over to check them in and is shocked to find out that they’ve been upgraded to first class. He can only gape at the man in charge in surprise as he’s handed his tickets, but then Raf starts signing frantically and he’s soon on his phone, forgetting the time difference between NY and LA.
“Wa’s up, Mags?” Alec asks, voice full of sleep.
“I..Oh shit, I woke you up? I’m sorry! Go back to sleep, I’ll call you when we land.”
“No, no.. I’m glad to hear your voice, Magnus.” Alec insists and then is berated by him for upgrading them without warning.
Alec just laughs and suggests that he get a lot of sleep on the flight since they are going to be very busy once he lands.
“Why are you blushing so much, Dad?”
It’s almost six hours from NY to LA and both father and son manage to relax on the way, no matter how excited they are about meeting their respective other halfs.
When they finally land, they have the privilege of disembarking first and are greeted by a valet who has already collected their luggage.
What they are not expecting is the huge media presence, the flashing lights and microphones shoved in their faces. But when first Raf, and then Magnus are swept into warm hugs, they realise exactly why they are there.
They make the late papers, pictures of Alec and Electra holding them close, even a shot of Raf shyly placing a kiss on Electra’s cheek. And one of Alec and Magnus, hands clasped together as they leave the terminal.
Alec has thoughtfully provided two cars, and soon he and Magnus have the privacy screen rolled up and are lost in each other, making up for their three months apart.
When they pull away, Alec keeps his arm hooked around Magnus’ shoulder, “Missed me?” He asks with a cheeky grin.
“Not as much as you missed me, apparently? I wasn’t expecting you at the airport!”
“Electra insisted!” Alec replies, “And who was I to say no to love’s young dream?”
“Or love’s old dream?” Magnus asks, shyly.
“Or that too!” Alec grins, leaning in for another kiss