Butterfly Ch 2
Angus was giddy when he woke the next morning, the number that Malcolm had given him still sitting on his nightstand, and he had to resist the incredible urge to call him. You were supposed to wait three days, that was the rule right? But Christ, Malcolm had just been so… God! It was like he was some love struck schoolboy!
He had trouble concentrating throughout his English test, where every other word of the damned poem he was supposed to analyze magically transformed into Malcolm’s name and number. For fuck’s sake, this was ridiculous! He’d met the other for one night, one, and already, he was head over heels for the damn boy! Not that he didn’t have good reason though. Malcolm was a veritable God, with the face of a supermodel and the voice of an angel, with eyes made of brown diamonds and a mane of liquid chocolate. Not only that, but he… had an air of mystery about him, like there was a lot about him that he was holding back. And damnit if it didn’t just make Angus want him more…
Angus was relieved when he got back to his room after the test, locking his door and he let out a relieved sigh. He was so glad that he didn’t have another class until eleven, it gave him time to think. He took a seat on his mattress, looking over at his nightstand, and his heart started skipping beats when he eyed Malcolm’s phone number. Bloody hell, he really wanted to call Malcolm, he really, really did… But would he seem too clingy if he called so soon?
Ang let out another sigh, this time one of frustration, and he licked his lips nervously, running a hand through his hair, and before he knew what he was doing, he reached over and picked up the telephone on his nightstand. He just held it, staring at it for a good five minutes before he swallowed tightly, and he shakily punched in the numbers that were on the piece of paper.
The phone rang once, twice, three times, and Angus was worried that Malcolm wouldn’t pick up. Christ, maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe it was too soon…
“’Ello?” came a voice from the other end of the line suddenly, soft and silky, and Angus froze. His nerves were suddenly cold as steel, and a volcano of butterflies erupted in his stomach. He just sat there, paralyzed, and he bit his lip, nervous to speak...
“…Hello?...”
“Um… h-hi, is, uh… is this--”
“Issis Angus?” Asked the silky voice, alight with a flirtatious tone and subdued excitement. It made Angus blush.
“Y-yeah! I mean, y-yeah, it… s’Angus… an’ thissis Malcolm?”
“The one an’ only.” Malcolm replied, his silken voice full of pride and confidence. “So, how are ya, dollface?”
Angus was really glad that Malcolm couldn’t see him blush through the phone, and he giggled slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I… m’good… I don’t have another class ‘till eleven so I’m good… How’re you?”
“Eh, I’m a’right, just takin’ a break from fixin’ cars. Don’t get me wrong, I love the job, but y’need a lotta breaks, y’know?”
Oh God, he was a mechanic? He must’ve had a fantastic body. “Oh, that… that’s pretty cool.”
“Yeah, I guess. Gets the bills paid at least.”
There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Angus swallowed tightly. Shit, did he say something wrong? Should he say anything at all? Fuck, this was working out just fucking brilliantly.
“Hey, uh, I gotta get back t’work, we just got another car come in. I have a lunch break at One though. Wanna meet up someplace?”
Angus had to resist the urge to scream into the fucking phone, and instead, he collected himself. “Y-yeah! That.. that’d be g-great! I know a g-good place on campus we can go, good coffee ‘n chocolate.” Chocolate. He suddenly remembered the card that Godiva gave him. She seemed like a friendly enough person… maybe they should talk after he finished with Mal?
He could practically hear Malcolm’s smirk growing from the other end of the line, and it only made him shiver hotly.
“Sounds great. I’ll meet’cha in front of The Tool Shed at one, an’ you can take me to this delicious coffee an’ chocolate place.”
He heard the other end of the line click, signaling that Malcolm had hung up, and Angus couldn’t help but squeal like a fucking schoolgirl as he put the phone back down. Oh God, did this… did this count as a date?! He hadn’t been on a date in so long! He could barely fucking contain himself! Christ, he had to talk to someone, but all of his friends were in class… Hang on…
Angus quickly snatched up the phone and Godiva’s business card, punching in the numbers and he bounced his foot on the bed eagerly.
“Godiva Dark Chocolate, Drag Queen Extrordinare, how may I help you?”
“Um.. h-hey, Godiva? It.. it’s Angus.”
“I’m sorry sweetie, I don’t think I know anyone named Angus.”
“You um… you met me outside The Tool Shed on Oxford Street last night, around eleven?”
There was a slight pause on the other end of the line. “Oh! You mean the cute little Sugar with the curly red hair and adorable bubble butt?”
Angus blushed firmly, chuckling, and he rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, that… that’s me… are you busy?”
“Nuh uh Sugar, don’t really get busy ‘till seven or so. Somethin’ wrong baby?”
“N-no! No, um, just… just the opposite, actually…”
“Oooh, is this about that boy you were fawning over last night.”
“Yeah. I.. I called him, and I know you’re supposed to wait three days---“
“Oh honey, that rule’s all a bunch of bullshit. You did the right thing. I’m surprised you didn’t even fuck ‘im last night, most good little queers hop on cute bones like bears on honey.”
“Oh, but you like bears, don’t you?” Angus teased back, quickly slipping into a feeling of comfort with Godiva, easily connecting with the older queen. He heard Godiva laugh on the other end of the line.
“Hey, don’t knock ‘em till you try ‘em, Sugar. Bears know how to treat ya like a man.”
“Yeah, I bet.”
“So, this cute boy ‘a yours, was he a bear?”
“H-him? Oh, no, God no.”
“Then what was loverboy like, Sugar? Come on, dish to me honey.”
“Well. He… He was about my height, but I like that, less intimidating, you know? He uh... he had these gorgeous chocolate eyes, and long, silky brown hair. He had the softest hands, and the most velvety voice. Like an angel.”
“Oh, I think I know who you mean, Sugar. Did he have a cute doll face that was perfectly shaved?”
“Yeah! Th-that’s him.” He smiled broadly, lying back on his bed with a dreamy sigh. “Isn’t he just an absolute dream?”
“A little young for my taste, honey, but ooh lord, if I were nineteen again, I’d snatch him up like a chocolate bar.”
Angus giggled, crossing his legs behind him and he swished them back and forth, twirling the phone cord with a grin. “Well, we’re going out to lunch at one---“
“Oh my God Sugar, that’s amazing! What’cha gonna wear?”
Angus paused, going cold, and he swallowed tightly. God, what was he going to wear?! “I uh… I hadn’t given that much thought… I… I don’t really have too much.”
“Well, don’t you worry honey, I can come over and give you a few things.”
“I’d rather not look like a geisha on my date.”
“Honey, I have normal clothes too. I’m not Godiva all the time, I do straight drag when I have to. Now, just gimme your address sweetie, and I’ll drop on by and dress you up like a sexy little man.”
Angus grinned, relaying his address to the other, and he heard her writing it down, a pen scraping against paper.
“Alright Sugar, I’ll be there before your date.”
“I.. I have a class at eleven, then my date’s at one, so… maybe come over at noon?”
“Sounds just perfect, Sugar, I’ll be there for you.”
“Okay… thanks Godiva.”
“Ain’t no problem Sugar, what’re drag mothers for anyway?” and with that, she hung up. Angus let out a sigh, looking up at the ceiling and he smiled, almost delirious with joy. God, he had a date, a real date! And not only that, but he had… a friend coming over. And she seemed to care about him more than his other friends. They were okay with his sexuality, but they weren’t really comfortable when he talked about dates and experiences. They weren’t the best friends, but hey, he needed people to talk to, so they were okay.But he was glad he had someone like Godiva to talk to now...
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Angus could barely contain himself through his music theory class, and he kept getting called out by the professor as he didn’t pay attention. He was too busy scribbling Malcolm’s name in his notebook to care much about Beethoven’s techniques. The class went by in a blur, and was glad when the bell rang. He eagerly bolted out of the lecture hall, smiling as he headed for his dorm room.
He got there no more than five minutes after noon, and he was surprised to see a black man outside of his room door, with short black hair, and creamy smooth skin… like chocolate. “…Godiva?” he asked, hoping he had the right person. The man didn’t look like a drag queen, dressed in smart khakis and a polo shirt, with a pair of glasses on his face and a gold hoop in one ear. A stark contrast to the blonde geisha he’d seen the night before. When he turned around, however, smiling with the same, sweet as honey smile as he remembered, Angus knew that he had the right person.
“That’s me Sugar. And you look like exactly the person I wanted to see.” He stuck out his hand, taking Angus’ to shake it, and he smiled again. “Though, I’m only Godiva when I’m on the clock. Call me Dee when I’m out of uniform.”
“Oh, okay then… Dee.” Angus said with a smile, fishing his key out of his pocket and he eyed the bags of clothes the other had brought for him. He unlocked the door, letting the older man in. “Come on in.”
Dee nodded, following Angus inside and he put the bags on the bed. He then closed the door, before positioning Angus in the middle of the room, looking him up and down intensely. “Hmmm, okay, so… a cute, skinny white boy like you on a date; you’re gonna want some form-fitting clothes, Sugar. Skinny jeans, definitely. Tight silk shirt, maybe a tie and a hat…” Dee smiled widely, opening the first bag and he rifled through the clothes. “Start strippin’ baby, I’ve got just what you need.”
Angus blushed slightly, nodding as he began to take off his jeans and t-shirt. He couldn’t believe he felt so comfortable stripping in front of a stranger, but he was, and soon, he was down to his undies in front of Dee, as he still picked out clothes. The older man looked at him, grinning.
“Tiger stripe panties? They suit you Sugar.” He said with a smile, handing Angus a pair of black skinny jeans and he searched for a silk shirt.
“So… do you… know Malcolm well?”
There was a pause from the drag queen, as he rifled through the bags of clothes, and Angus was afraid he’d said something wrong. “Yeah, I know him. Cute little piece of Brown Sugar. I met him a few years ago, when he moved into some apartments close to Oxford Street.” Dee held up a shiny, dark grey silk shirt, smiling with satisfaction at it, handing it to Angus as the other fit into the skinny jeans, which hugged his ass perfectly. “You’ll want to tuck in the shirt, make sure it shows off your ass, Sugar.” He said with a smile.
Angus chuckled, nodding as he pulled on the silk shirt, relishing the feeling of the material on his skin, and he began to button up the shirt. “What’s he like? Malcolm, I mean.”
“You’d have more fun findin’ that out on yer date, Sugar.”
“Well, like… can’t you give me any tips? Like, what should I talk about? Is there anythin’ I should avoid, like politics or somethin’?”
Dee paused for a moment, pulling out a gorgeous, black silk rose, and he pinned it to Angus’ shirt. “Well, don’t make any remarks about him being girly. He hates it when people call him girly. He’s been teased for it since he was in high school, he likes his hair long, and that dollface doesn’t make things any easier.”
“Oh… okay.” Angus paused, suddenly worried as Dee played with his hair. That remark last night, about how Mal’s hands were soft, and how the other’s smile had faltered. Had… had that upset him? “I, uh… I heard someone in the bar yesterday call him a freak… what was that all about?”
“You mean that leather twinkie Aaron?”
Angus nodded, and Dee shook his head, sighing as he managed to brush Angus’ hair in an attractive manner. “Aaron is just an arrogant, self-centered little twink, sometimes does a little crystal, if you know what I mean.” Dee went back to the bag of clothes, rifling through it and he pulled out a nice black paperboy cap. “One night after Mal showed up, Aaron tried to get in his pants. I was hanging out on the other end of the bar, otherwise I would’ve helped more. Anyway, I guess Malcolm denied Aaron, and he got a little pissy. Started calling him a freak ever since then, which, around here, if you refuse a cute twinkie, that pretty much does make you a freak.” Dee mused, chuckling, and he put the cap on Angus’ head, stepping back and looking at him. “Oh my God, perfect, you look perfect.”
Angus looked down, blushing as he looked down at himself as he was dressed up, and damn, he looked fucking good. “I…I… wow… Dee, I… I look…” he was lost for words, and he just looked up at Dee, smiling in disbelief and he pulled Dee into a hug, which the other reciprocated with warmth and kindness.
“It’s no problem Sugar. Now,” he pulled back, smiling at him and he patted his cheek fondly. “Go get your sweet, chocolate loverboy.”
He had trouble concentrating throughout his English test, where every other word of the damned poem he was supposed to analyze magically transformed into Malcolm’s name and number. For fuck’s sake, this was ridiculous! He’d met the other for one night, one, and already, he was head over heels for the damn boy! Not that he didn’t have good reason though. Malcolm was a veritable God, with the face of a supermodel and the voice of an angel, with eyes made of brown diamonds and a mane of liquid chocolate. Not only that, but he… had an air of mystery about him, like there was a lot about him that he was holding back. And damnit if it didn’t just make Angus want him more…
Angus was relieved when he got back to his room after the test, locking his door and he let out a relieved sigh. He was so glad that he didn’t have another class until eleven, it gave him time to think. He took a seat on his mattress, looking over at his nightstand, and his heart started skipping beats when he eyed Malcolm’s phone number. Bloody hell, he really wanted to call Malcolm, he really, really did… But would he seem too clingy if he called so soon?
Ang let out another sigh, this time one of frustration, and he licked his lips nervously, running a hand through his hair, and before he knew what he was doing, he reached over and picked up the telephone on his nightstand. He just held it, staring at it for a good five minutes before he swallowed tightly, and he shakily punched in the numbers that were on the piece of paper.
The phone rang once, twice, three times, and Angus was worried that Malcolm wouldn’t pick up. Christ, maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe it was too soon…
“’Ello?” came a voice from the other end of the line suddenly, soft and silky, and Angus froze. His nerves were suddenly cold as steel, and a volcano of butterflies erupted in his stomach. He just sat there, paralyzed, and he bit his lip, nervous to speak...
“…Hello?...”
“Um… h-hi, is, uh… is this--”
“Issis Angus?” Asked the silky voice, alight with a flirtatious tone and subdued excitement. It made Angus blush.
“Y-yeah! I mean, y-yeah, it… s’Angus… an’ thissis Malcolm?”
“The one an’ only.” Malcolm replied, his silken voice full of pride and confidence. “So, how are ya, dollface?”
Angus was really glad that Malcolm couldn’t see him blush through the phone, and he giggled slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I… m’good… I don’t have another class ‘till eleven so I’m good… How’re you?”
“Eh, I’m a’right, just takin’ a break from fixin’ cars. Don’t get me wrong, I love the job, but y’need a lotta breaks, y’know?”
Oh God, he was a mechanic? He must’ve had a fantastic body. “Oh, that… that’s pretty cool.”
“Yeah, I guess. Gets the bills paid at least.”
There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Angus swallowed tightly. Shit, did he say something wrong? Should he say anything at all? Fuck, this was working out just fucking brilliantly.
“Hey, uh, I gotta get back t’work, we just got another car come in. I have a lunch break at One though. Wanna meet up someplace?”
Angus had to resist the urge to scream into the fucking phone, and instead, he collected himself. “Y-yeah! That.. that’d be g-great! I know a g-good place on campus we can go, good coffee ‘n chocolate.” Chocolate. He suddenly remembered the card that Godiva gave him. She seemed like a friendly enough person… maybe they should talk after he finished with Mal?
He could practically hear Malcolm’s smirk growing from the other end of the line, and it only made him shiver hotly.
“Sounds great. I’ll meet’cha in front of The Tool Shed at one, an’ you can take me to this delicious coffee an’ chocolate place.”
He heard the other end of the line click, signaling that Malcolm had hung up, and Angus couldn’t help but squeal like a fucking schoolgirl as he put the phone back down. Oh God, did this… did this count as a date?! He hadn’t been on a date in so long! He could barely fucking contain himself! Christ, he had to talk to someone, but all of his friends were in class… Hang on…
Angus quickly snatched up the phone and Godiva’s business card, punching in the numbers and he bounced his foot on the bed eagerly.
“Godiva Dark Chocolate, Drag Queen Extrordinare, how may I help you?”
“Um.. h-hey, Godiva? It.. it’s Angus.”
“I’m sorry sweetie, I don’t think I know anyone named Angus.”
“You um… you met me outside The Tool Shed on Oxford Street last night, around eleven?”
There was a slight pause on the other end of the line. “Oh! You mean the cute little Sugar with the curly red hair and adorable bubble butt?”
Angus blushed firmly, chuckling, and he rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, that… that’s me… are you busy?”
“Nuh uh Sugar, don’t really get busy ‘till seven or so. Somethin’ wrong baby?”
“N-no! No, um, just… just the opposite, actually…”
“Oooh, is this about that boy you were fawning over last night.”
“Yeah. I.. I called him, and I know you’re supposed to wait three days---“
“Oh honey, that rule’s all a bunch of bullshit. You did the right thing. I’m surprised you didn’t even fuck ‘im last night, most good little queers hop on cute bones like bears on honey.”
“Oh, but you like bears, don’t you?” Angus teased back, quickly slipping into a feeling of comfort with Godiva, easily connecting with the older queen. He heard Godiva laugh on the other end of the line.
“Hey, don’t knock ‘em till you try ‘em, Sugar. Bears know how to treat ya like a man.”
“Yeah, I bet.”
“So, this cute boy ‘a yours, was he a bear?”
“H-him? Oh, no, God no.”
“Then what was loverboy like, Sugar? Come on, dish to me honey.”
“Well. He… He was about my height, but I like that, less intimidating, you know? He uh... he had these gorgeous chocolate eyes, and long, silky brown hair. He had the softest hands, and the most velvety voice. Like an angel.”
“Oh, I think I know who you mean, Sugar. Did he have a cute doll face that was perfectly shaved?”
“Yeah! Th-that’s him.” He smiled broadly, lying back on his bed with a dreamy sigh. “Isn’t he just an absolute dream?”
“A little young for my taste, honey, but ooh lord, if I were nineteen again, I’d snatch him up like a chocolate bar.”
Angus giggled, crossing his legs behind him and he swished them back and forth, twirling the phone cord with a grin. “Well, we’re going out to lunch at one---“
“Oh my God Sugar, that’s amazing! What’cha gonna wear?”
Angus paused, going cold, and he swallowed tightly. God, what was he going to wear?! “I uh… I hadn’t given that much thought… I… I don’t really have too much.”
“Well, don’t you worry honey, I can come over and give you a few things.”
“I’d rather not look like a geisha on my date.”
“Honey, I have normal clothes too. I’m not Godiva all the time, I do straight drag when I have to. Now, just gimme your address sweetie, and I’ll drop on by and dress you up like a sexy little man.”
Angus grinned, relaying his address to the other, and he heard her writing it down, a pen scraping against paper.
“Alright Sugar, I’ll be there before your date.”
“I.. I have a class at eleven, then my date’s at one, so… maybe come over at noon?”
“Sounds just perfect, Sugar, I’ll be there for you.”
“Okay… thanks Godiva.”
“Ain’t no problem Sugar, what’re drag mothers for anyway?” and with that, she hung up. Angus let out a sigh, looking up at the ceiling and he smiled, almost delirious with joy. God, he had a date, a real date! And not only that, but he had… a friend coming over. And she seemed to care about him more than his other friends. They were okay with his sexuality, but they weren’t really comfortable when he talked about dates and experiences. They weren’t the best friends, but hey, he needed people to talk to, so they were okay.But he was glad he had someone like Godiva to talk to now...
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Angus could barely contain himself through his music theory class, and he kept getting called out by the professor as he didn’t pay attention. He was too busy scribbling Malcolm’s name in his notebook to care much about Beethoven’s techniques. The class went by in a blur, and was glad when the bell rang. He eagerly bolted out of the lecture hall, smiling as he headed for his dorm room.
He got there no more than five minutes after noon, and he was surprised to see a black man outside of his room door, with short black hair, and creamy smooth skin… like chocolate. “…Godiva?” he asked, hoping he had the right person. The man didn’t look like a drag queen, dressed in smart khakis and a polo shirt, with a pair of glasses on his face and a gold hoop in one ear. A stark contrast to the blonde geisha he’d seen the night before. When he turned around, however, smiling with the same, sweet as honey smile as he remembered, Angus knew that he had the right person.
“That’s me Sugar. And you look like exactly the person I wanted to see.” He stuck out his hand, taking Angus’ to shake it, and he smiled again. “Though, I’m only Godiva when I’m on the clock. Call me Dee when I’m out of uniform.”
“Oh, okay then… Dee.” Angus said with a smile, fishing his key out of his pocket and he eyed the bags of clothes the other had brought for him. He unlocked the door, letting the older man in. “Come on in.”
Dee nodded, following Angus inside and he put the bags on the bed. He then closed the door, before positioning Angus in the middle of the room, looking him up and down intensely. “Hmmm, okay, so… a cute, skinny white boy like you on a date; you’re gonna want some form-fitting clothes, Sugar. Skinny jeans, definitely. Tight silk shirt, maybe a tie and a hat…” Dee smiled widely, opening the first bag and he rifled through the clothes. “Start strippin’ baby, I’ve got just what you need.”
Angus blushed slightly, nodding as he began to take off his jeans and t-shirt. He couldn’t believe he felt so comfortable stripping in front of a stranger, but he was, and soon, he was down to his undies in front of Dee, as he still picked out clothes. The older man looked at him, grinning.
“Tiger stripe panties? They suit you Sugar.” He said with a smile, handing Angus a pair of black skinny jeans and he searched for a silk shirt.
“So… do you… know Malcolm well?”
There was a pause from the drag queen, as he rifled through the bags of clothes, and Angus was afraid he’d said something wrong. “Yeah, I know him. Cute little piece of Brown Sugar. I met him a few years ago, when he moved into some apartments close to Oxford Street.” Dee held up a shiny, dark grey silk shirt, smiling with satisfaction at it, handing it to Angus as the other fit into the skinny jeans, which hugged his ass perfectly. “You’ll want to tuck in the shirt, make sure it shows off your ass, Sugar.” He said with a smile.
Angus chuckled, nodding as he pulled on the silk shirt, relishing the feeling of the material on his skin, and he began to button up the shirt. “What’s he like? Malcolm, I mean.”
“You’d have more fun findin’ that out on yer date, Sugar.”
“Well, like… can’t you give me any tips? Like, what should I talk about? Is there anythin’ I should avoid, like politics or somethin’?”
Dee paused for a moment, pulling out a gorgeous, black silk rose, and he pinned it to Angus’ shirt. “Well, don’t make any remarks about him being girly. He hates it when people call him girly. He’s been teased for it since he was in high school, he likes his hair long, and that dollface doesn’t make things any easier.”
“Oh… okay.” Angus paused, suddenly worried as Dee played with his hair. That remark last night, about how Mal’s hands were soft, and how the other’s smile had faltered. Had… had that upset him? “I, uh… I heard someone in the bar yesterday call him a freak… what was that all about?”
“You mean that leather twinkie Aaron?”
Angus nodded, and Dee shook his head, sighing as he managed to brush Angus’ hair in an attractive manner. “Aaron is just an arrogant, self-centered little twink, sometimes does a little crystal, if you know what I mean.” Dee went back to the bag of clothes, rifling through it and he pulled out a nice black paperboy cap. “One night after Mal showed up, Aaron tried to get in his pants. I was hanging out on the other end of the bar, otherwise I would’ve helped more. Anyway, I guess Malcolm denied Aaron, and he got a little pissy. Started calling him a freak ever since then, which, around here, if you refuse a cute twinkie, that pretty much does make you a freak.” Dee mused, chuckling, and he put the cap on Angus’ head, stepping back and looking at him. “Oh my God, perfect, you look perfect.”
Angus looked down, blushing as he looked down at himself as he was dressed up, and damn, he looked fucking good. “I…I… wow… Dee, I… I look…” he was lost for words, and he just looked up at Dee, smiling in disbelief and he pulled Dee into a hug, which the other reciprocated with warmth and kindness.
“It’s no problem Sugar. Now,” he pulled back, smiling at him and he patted his cheek fondly. “Go get your sweet, chocolate loverboy.”