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Title: #1 Pillow Case / #143 Boots / #40 Question
Author: stormy_mayday
Pairing: Angus/Malcolm, Phil/Cliff
Rating: Pillow Case: PG-13 / Boots: PG / Question: PG
Warnings: some smut, incest
Disclaimer: I own nothing, most unfortunately, just the ideas. -inward crying-
#1 - Pillow Case
There was something in the way that Angus' hair fanned out against the pillow case that drove Malcolm insane. All the loose coils flew out, almost like a halo, a soft ring of darkness around his pale face.
God, and he had the best sex hair. Best bed hair. Best whatever-is-happening-right-now hair.
But whenever his head hit that pillow, it was automatic. The hair flew out, sometimes sheened with sweat, sometimes just laid out. And the smell. Angus' scent lingered on the pillow case, on everything he touched it seemed, for a long time afterward. On long trips from home, sometimes, he'd sneak a pillow from the ten or so that they had (because Angus was sure he needed a million of them to be able to sleep; pillow hog) and take it with him so he would be able to smell it every evening he fell asleep.
Malcolm leaned up on an elbow, watching Angus sleep. It was strange to think that something that was bouncing off walls only two hours before now slept like he were possibly dead. Malcolm reached a hand out and touched a soft curl, stringing it around his finger and pushed it behind Angus' ear. Angus shifted with a sigh. Malcolm smiled, watching as his nose twitched and that hair fanned out, sprawled out in new directions each time he moved.
The best.
#143 - Boots
God damn it, these things sure did squeak. Phil pulled off the hood of his rain coat as he stepped into the studio.
“Yer damn boots 're leakin' and squeakin' Ang.” Phil frowned as he stepped into the recording area. Angus glanced up from where he was perched on an amp, on the far side of the room. The yellow slicker accompanied by yellow boots were comical on someone like Phil and Angus burst out into hysterical laughter.
“Oi, be grateful.” Angus snorted, eyes watering as he held his side. Phil took off the jacket which had been two sizes too small, but about two sizes too big on Angus. It was like a dress. And then the boots were too small for his feet, but quite massive on Angus. He looked like a child when he was dressed in the get-up.
“Did you get it?” Cliff entered the room just as Phil hucked the jacket across the room. It hit Cliff square in the face and he yanked it off with a shout, “Damn it, Phil!” Phil chuckled, kicking off the boots. Water poured from them.
“You look like a rubber duck.” Cliff laughed, throwing the jacket back, “Did you get 'em?” Phil produced the bag of Smarties from the large inside pocket of the slicker. Angus nearly hit him like a freight train, snatched them. Phil was sure he had squealed.
“Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!” Angus ripped open the bag and a few of the treats popped out and clattered to the floor. Angus dove a hand in, pulled out a handful and hurried out.
“You realize what you've done to Malcolm, right?” Cliff looked after the small guitarist warily. Phil laughed.
“Nah, Mal'll be thrilled. He wear out tha' sugar high before Angus has a chance to get it started, mate.” Phil smirked and Cliff frowned suddenly.
“Then you realize what you've done to us?” Phil paused at Cliff's words - and smacked himself in the forehead. Mal and Ang... ah Jesus, and sugar? They'd be going at it all night. Well, not that they needed the sugar, but Angus did tend to get louder when he was on a rush.
“Agh. God.” Cliff laughed as Phil sat down, kicking aside the boots.
“God damn it, I can't believe he tricked me. Little bastard. Gave me that puppy look and that damn slicker - and those squeaky boots had everyone lookin' at me!”
“You looked cute.” Cliff smirked and laughed. Phil rolled his eyes and he looked at the bassist when a kiss was pressed to his cheek. He wiped it, shaking his head, “Bloody hell, warn a fella.” He winked and Cliff punched his shoulder. Phil glared at the wet boots, and picked them up. Cliff sat beside them. He licked his lips and looked up at Cliff as the other strung an arm over his shoulder. They seemed to share the link. Cliff grinned, biting Phil's ear, “You're thinkin' about doin' something bad.”
“C'mon, I got an idea!”
-
“PHIL!” Phil heard the shout from about two floors up from where he was making-out with Cliff on the couch in the recording studio.
“Think he stepped in 'em?” Cliff asked, face a little flushed. A few hours earlier, they'd filled Angus' boots to the brim with water. It was obvious from the angered shouts - from the voice that had been crying out moans and whines only a few minutes earlier - that Angus had certainly stepped in them.
Phil laughed, “I think so.”
#40 - Question
“How come the sky's blue?”
“I dunno.”
“How come people gotta die?”
“I dunno.”
“Is there a Heaven?”
“I dunno.”
“How come there's no gravity in space?”
“I dunno.”
“How deep is the ocean?”
“I dunno.”
“Where do babies come from?”
“... You're too young for that.” Malcolm glanced over at his brother. They were spread out across the grass in their backyard. Malcolm lay still, searching over Angus' frame which seemed to writhe about every five seconds, even though he lay beside him.
“Why do people have different laughs?”
“I dunno.”
“How come dragons aren't real?”
“I dunno.”
“How come-”
“Angus. How come you keep asking questions?” Malcolm looked down on his little brother as he propped himself up on his elbows. The young ten year old glanced at him, lips pursed, eyes narrowed in thought. He looked over at Malcolm, grinning sheepishly. A tiny blush spread across his cheeks.
“I dunno.” Angus said quietly. Malcolm laughed, and leaned over, kissing his cheek. Angus giggled - and flicked him in the nose. Malcolm punched him in the shoulder. Angus poked him in the eye. Malcolm kicked his shin.
“Why are you doing that!?” Angus yelped, rubbing his shin, frowning. Malcolm grinned, jabbing Angus in his side and Angus reared up, giggling and scooted away.
“I dunno.”
Author: stormy_mayday
Pairing: Angus/Malcolm, Phil/Cliff
Rating: Pillow Case: PG-13 / Boots: PG / Question: PG
Warnings: some smut, incest
Disclaimer: I own nothing, most unfortunately, just the ideas. -inward crying-
#1 - Pillow Case
There was something in the way that Angus' hair fanned out against the pillow case that drove Malcolm insane. All the loose coils flew out, almost like a halo, a soft ring of darkness around his pale face.
God, and he had the best sex hair. Best bed hair. Best whatever-is-happening-right-now hair.
But whenever his head hit that pillow, it was automatic. The hair flew out, sometimes sheened with sweat, sometimes just laid out. And the smell. Angus' scent lingered on the pillow case, on everything he touched it seemed, for a long time afterward. On long trips from home, sometimes, he'd sneak a pillow from the ten or so that they had (because Angus was sure he needed a million of them to be able to sleep; pillow hog) and take it with him so he would be able to smell it every evening he fell asleep.
Malcolm leaned up on an elbow, watching Angus sleep. It was strange to think that something that was bouncing off walls only two hours before now slept like he were possibly dead. Malcolm reached a hand out and touched a soft curl, stringing it around his finger and pushed it behind Angus' ear. Angus shifted with a sigh. Malcolm smiled, watching as his nose twitched and that hair fanned out, sprawled out in new directions each time he moved.
The best.
#143 - Boots
God damn it, these things sure did squeak. Phil pulled off the hood of his rain coat as he stepped into the studio.
“Yer damn boots 're leakin' and squeakin' Ang.” Phil frowned as he stepped into the recording area. Angus glanced up from where he was perched on an amp, on the far side of the room. The yellow slicker accompanied by yellow boots were comical on someone like Phil and Angus burst out into hysterical laughter.
“Oi, be grateful.” Angus snorted, eyes watering as he held his side. Phil took off the jacket which had been two sizes too small, but about two sizes too big on Angus. It was like a dress. And then the boots were too small for his feet, but quite massive on Angus. He looked like a child when he was dressed in the get-up.
“Did you get it?” Cliff entered the room just as Phil hucked the jacket across the room. It hit Cliff square in the face and he yanked it off with a shout, “Damn it, Phil!” Phil chuckled, kicking off the boots. Water poured from them.
“You look like a rubber duck.” Cliff laughed, throwing the jacket back, “Did you get 'em?” Phil produced the bag of Smarties from the large inside pocket of the slicker. Angus nearly hit him like a freight train, snatched them. Phil was sure he had squealed.
“Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!” Angus ripped open the bag and a few of the treats popped out and clattered to the floor. Angus dove a hand in, pulled out a handful and hurried out.
“You realize what you've done to Malcolm, right?” Cliff looked after the small guitarist warily. Phil laughed.
“Nah, Mal'll be thrilled. He wear out tha' sugar high before Angus has a chance to get it started, mate.” Phil smirked and Cliff frowned suddenly.
“Then you realize what you've done to us?” Phil paused at Cliff's words - and smacked himself in the forehead. Mal and Ang... ah Jesus, and sugar? They'd be going at it all night. Well, not that they needed the sugar, but Angus did tend to get louder when he was on a rush.
“Agh. God.” Cliff laughed as Phil sat down, kicking aside the boots.
“God damn it, I can't believe he tricked me. Little bastard. Gave me that puppy look and that damn slicker - and those squeaky boots had everyone lookin' at me!”
“You looked cute.” Cliff smirked and laughed. Phil rolled his eyes and he looked at the bassist when a kiss was pressed to his cheek. He wiped it, shaking his head, “Bloody hell, warn a fella.” He winked and Cliff punched his shoulder. Phil glared at the wet boots, and picked them up. Cliff sat beside them. He licked his lips and looked up at Cliff as the other strung an arm over his shoulder. They seemed to share the link. Cliff grinned, biting Phil's ear, “You're thinkin' about doin' something bad.”
“C'mon, I got an idea!”
-
“PHIL!” Phil heard the shout from about two floors up from where he was making-out with Cliff on the couch in the recording studio.
“Think he stepped in 'em?” Cliff asked, face a little flushed. A few hours earlier, they'd filled Angus' boots to the brim with water. It was obvious from the angered shouts - from the voice that had been crying out moans and whines only a few minutes earlier - that Angus had certainly stepped in them.
Phil laughed, “I think so.”
#40 - Question
“How come the sky's blue?”
“I dunno.”
“How come people gotta die?”
“I dunno.”
“Is there a Heaven?”
“I dunno.”
“How come there's no gravity in space?”
“I dunno.”
“How deep is the ocean?”
“I dunno.”
“Where do babies come from?”
“... You're too young for that.” Malcolm glanced over at his brother. They were spread out across the grass in their backyard. Malcolm lay still, searching over Angus' frame which seemed to writhe about every five seconds, even though he lay beside him.
“Why do people have different laughs?”
“I dunno.”
“How come dragons aren't real?”
“I dunno.”
“How come-”
“Angus. How come you keep asking questions?” Malcolm looked down on his little brother as he propped himself up on his elbows. The young ten year old glanced at him, lips pursed, eyes narrowed in thought. He looked over at Malcolm, grinning sheepishly. A tiny blush spread across his cheeks.
“I dunno.” Angus said quietly. Malcolm laughed, and leaned over, kissing his cheek. Angus giggled - and flicked him in the nose. Malcolm punched him in the shoulder. Angus poked him in the eye. Malcolm kicked his shin.
“Why are you doing that!?” Angus yelped, rubbing his shin, frowning. Malcolm grinned, jabbing Angus in his side and Angus reared up, giggling and scooted away.
“I dunno.”