Butterfly Ch 3
Title: Butterfly (Ch 3/?)
Author: Drink_On_Me
Pairing: Angus Young/Malcolm Young
Rating: PG-14 for this chapter, NC-17 overall
Warnings: AU, slash, swearing, angst, mild sexual content, and other stuff
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, and I do not wish to defame or slander the band in any way by writing this story. This is purely for entertainment, and no profit is being made from writing and posting it.
Summary: Angus McKinnon is a young quiet, gay boy who decides to be bold and explore the nightlife of Sydney. He then meets a dark, gorgeous boy named Malcolm, who captures his eye instantly. Angus can tell there’s something different about Malcolm, but can’t quite put his finger on it, which only attracts him more. But is Malcolm too different for his own good?
Angus shakily took out a cigarette from his pocket, leaning against the wall outside of The Tool Shed, and he took in a nervous breath, letting out the smoke with a sigh. Damn, if he thought that he’d gotten looks and whistles last night, he was getting at least ten times as many numbers today. But he rejected all of them. He was only interested in one number, and one boy.
“Oh damn, I know that handsome boy can’t possibly be my date.”
Angus smiled widely, looking to his left and he beamed when he saw Malcolm approaching him. Jesus, he was even more beautiful in the daylight! Angus took in a sharp breath, feeling his chest flutter and he adjusted the hat, smiling up at the handsome older boy. “H..hey Malcolm…”
“Hey yourself…” he said with a smile, looking Angus up and down, and the very action made Angus shudder. “Damn, you look really good…”
Angus blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, well… you don’t look half bad yourself…” he grinned, looking at Malcolm intently. The other was dressed in a black t-shirt, that fit snugly around his body, and tight, torn up jeans that had oil and bleach spots on them. Malcolm shrugged.
“I, uh, didn’t have much time to change, so these’re basically my work clothes. Hope that’s okay.”
Okay? He looked fucking gorgeous, of course it was okay! Angus just smiled at him, nodding and he rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, it.. s’okay. I mean, you look great in it.” He said with a sheepish grin, and Malcolm beamed at him.
“So, why don’t you guide me to this fantastic chocolate coffee shop, eh?” Mal said with a grin, and Angus giggled, nodding as he flicked the cigarette butt away, beckoning for Malcolm to follow him. The gorgeous, dark-haired man followed with a wicked smile on his face, and Angus reached for his hand, gripping it firmly as he led the other to the bus stop.
“S’only about fifteen minutes away.” Angus said with a smile, shuddering as Malcolm laced their fingers together, and they took a seat together near the back of the bus. Mal was nearest to the window, and he gazed out of it, looking at the cloudy street. Angus pretended to do the same, but really, he was just getting an eyeful of Malcolm.
“I don’t know much about’cha other than yer name. Care to dish?” Malcolm asked, and Angus snapped back to his senses, blushing a little bit.
“I, uh.. I don’t really know what t’say… there ain’t much to tell…”
“Aww, c’mon Angy.” Oh Christ, that made him shiver like nobody’s business. “I’m sure a cute little thing like you has some neat things t’tell.”
Angus sat in his seat, squirming a bit as the bus moved on, and he had to try so, so hard not to get a hard-on in front of Malcolm again. He took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly before he squeezed Malcolm’s hand with a smile. “Well… I was born and raised in Sydney, I came out when I was fifteen, I was bullied a little bit, but nothing much worse than being called “faggot” and getting shoved around a little bit. I’m enrolled at The University of Sydney, and I’m studying music and microbiology. Figure I’ll either be a scientist ‘re a musician.”
“Ooooh, high ambitions eh?” Malcolm said, his voice sinfully silky, and Angus crossed his legs to hide his growing hard on, trying to will it away.
“How… how ‘bout y-you? What’s yer story, e-eh?”
Malcolm paused for a minute, as if he was hesitant to tell Angus too much, and Ang just looked at him, a brow quirked.
“Well… I grew up in Melbourne, an’ I didn’t really come out in school. Went to a prissy Catholic school, y’know? But as things go, I got outed, an’ I was teased for it. But it was only in my last year ‘a school that it happened, so I didn’t deal with it long. Then, me Mum got fed up with me, an’ told me to move out, so I used what was s’posed t’be my college fund to move here.”
“Oh… I… I’m so sorry.” Angus said, suddenly sad. God, his mother had kicked him out because he was gay? Angus had to resist the urge to hug him. Malcolm just shrugged.
“Eh, s’no big deal. It’s in the past now anyway.” Mal said with a grin, continuing his story. “Anyway, I came here, moved into some nice, cheap apartments near Oxford Street, and I got a job as a mechanic. I’m savin’ to go to a community college, to study engineering. I’m really good at buildin’ things, y’know?” he smiled at Angus warmly, squeezing his hand and Angus smiled back, blushing still, and he almost missed their stop. He had to reach across Mal’s lap, pulling the string on the bus, and he tugged Malcolm up, beckoning for him to follow.
Angus took in a deep breath as they stepped into the cool air of the campus, looking up at the cloudy sky and he grinned. Looked like it might rain soon. “Oh, I uh, I had Dee come over ‘n help me dress.” He said with a smile, and Mal looked at him, slightly… alarmed, but still smiling.
“Ah, I should’ve guessed. He’s a sharp dresser.”
“Yeah, he really is.”
“He say anythin’ about me?” Malcolm asked, seemingly defensive, and Angus smiled at him, shrugging.
“Not much, not really. I just asked him if there were any topics I shouldn’t bring up ‘round ya, and he, y’know, he told me…”
Malcolm froze in his tracks, and it looked like the color nearly drained from his face. He squeezed Angus’ hand tightly. “He told you what, exactly?”
Angus swallowed tightly, suddenly worried that he’d said the wrong thing, and he put his hand up. “N-nothing, just… just that you don’t… don’t like being called girly…”
Mal seemed to soften immediately, letting out a chuckle, and he rubbed the back of his neck. “Ah, that. Yeah, I sometimes get shit fer that, ‘cause ‘a my hair.”
“And your cute dollface.” Angus added, blushing right after he said that, and Mal grinned at him wryly. “Th…that’s what D-Dee said, a-anyway.”
“Uh-huh, I’m sure he did.” Mal said in a slightly patronizing tone, beaming at Angus and they passed a park. Mal tugged slightly, jerking his head towards it. “I’m good fer coffee right now. How ‘bout a stroll through the park?”
Angus’ eyes lit up, and he nodded, beaming and he practically skipped as he followed Malcolm into the park. God, he had such a beautiful body, and a beautiful face to boot. He smiled deliriously as Malcolm drug him into the park, where there was no one else to be found, and Angus ran after the beautiful, dark boy as he let go of his hand and he ran ahead, towards a gazebo. Angus followed, and they circled the building for a little while, just running and playing, like little children, and Angus couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so… so alive. God, it was like a damned whirlwind romance…
Angus finally managed to catch the mysterious boy, and he giggled happily as he pulled the other into a hug. Malcolm smiled, laughing as well, and he reciprocated, hugging, but not too tightly, and he pressed his forehead to Angus’ looking deep into his eyes. “Yer adorable, y’know that?”
Angus giggled in response, nuzzling his nose against Malcolm’s and he gazed deeply into the dark, chocolate eyes. He let out a soft sigh through his nose, never breaking eye contact with Malcolm, and Mal did the same, looking into his sparkling green orbs. He reached up with a hand, brushing a lock of curly, red-brown hair behind his ear, and Angus shivered hotly.
“Do you believe in kissing on the first date?” Mal asked hotly, licking his lips and he cupped Ang’s cheek, caressing it with his soft (so soft) hands. Angus had to resist the urge to moan, and he licked his own lips, taking in a sharp breath before letting it out.
“Nuh…not usually…. But… for you….” He trailed off, smiling wryly and he looped his arms around Malcolm’s neck, and the other boy reciprocated, placing his hands on Ang’s hips, which made him bristle. God, his hips were so sensitive… Angus swallowed tightly, closing his eyes as he could feel Malcolm lean in, their lips brushing heatedly….
A loud crack of thunder suddenly tore them apart, startling them, and they both looked up, just as the heavens opened and a deluge poured down on them. Malcolm immediately burst into laughter, and Angus soon followed, clutching the paperboy hat to his head, and he grabbed Malcolm’s wrist firmly, tugging him. “C…c’mon!” he said with a laugh, dragging Malcolm into the shelter of the gazebo, and he laughed, high from all of the emotions that were coursing through his brain.
Malcolm followed him, pressing up against him, and he laced their hands together, pressing his forehead closely to Ang’s and he nuzzled him again, caressing the smaller boy underneath his chin. “So… s-still want that kiss?”
Angus had to laugh, throwing his head back and he swayed where he stood, excited and giddy. “I’m soaking wet in clothes that aren’t even mine in the middle of a thunderstorm in a public park, with a practical stranger that I’ve known for barely a day.” Malcolm seemed to take that as a sign to back off, and Angus grabbed his face gently, bringing him back in. “Of course I still want that kiss…” He replied, smiling as he closed his eyes again, droplets of water rolling off of his eyelashes onto Malcolm’s cheeks, and the other smiled back, leaning in and he captured Ang’s lips with his own.
It was as though lightning had struck Angus right in the spine, and he came up onto his toes, shuddering with a slight moan, and he leaned into the kiss, his head spinning, and he had to pull back for air, he just had to. He pulled back with a gasp, his chest heaving and he licked his lips, shaking with eagerness and he bit his lip, blushing firmly. Malcolm opened his mouth to speak, but Angus placed a finger to his lips, smiling like a kid on Christmas morning. “Let’s…not r-ruin this moment with w-words…” he said dreamily, before he leaned in to kiss Malcolm again.
Malcolm put his hands on Angus’ hips again, leaning into the kiss firmly and the two of them just stood there, lip-locked and soaking wet under the roof of the gazebo, and the storm intensified around them, much like their passion. Christ, Angus wanted everything about Malcolm. He wanted him close, he wanted to know him, he wanted to know every little secret he knew the dark boy was holding back. He’d get Malcolm to tell him, to open up and share everything. He knew he could.