Triple Threat [Malum/Cashton/Cake AU]

Chapter 1

Dedication: slampoetsing because yeah, beer is disgusting. So is seven times distilled vodka. It doesn't even really have a taste, it just burns. If you've never tried it, please don't. My thirteen-year-old self could barely handle it and I doubt my now almost fifteen-year-old self could handle it anymore than my thirteen-year-old self could. How is whiskey? I want to try it.

Luke's shirt is at the top. I want that shirt.

Calum looks at himself in his mirror. He's wearing a tattered Green Day shirt and a pair of skinny jeans with a rip in the left knee. His hair is almost in a quiff, but not quite, and he grins at himself.

"I am so sexy," he says, then laughs and shakes his head. "No, I'm not." Honestly, he has no idea why girls throw themselves at him. He thinks his nose is too big, and his cheeks too squishy.

After making sure he looks okay, he tramples down the stairs and gives his mum a kiss on the cheek before heading out to his car.

He hates school, and practically everyone in it. He's done all the bottom gay guys, at least, he thinks he has, and life is kind of boring for him at the moment. Now, Calum isn't a slut, or a whore. He just enjoys sex. He won't say yes to everyone, but a lot of gay guys are hot, so he'll obviously say yes to them. And he will only say yes to a few select girls. He won't do bitchy girls, or girls who brag about who they last had sex with. He does have his standards.

He sighs as he parks, and he grimaces when he gets out of his car. Just looking at school makes him sick.

As soon as he gets inside the building, he's almost ran over by someone with pink hair and black clothes.

"Whoa, what's the rush?" Calum asks, eyeing the cute guy. He's seen him before, and he remembers wanting to fuck him.

"S-Sorry," the guy says, giving Calum a small smile. "I just left a book out in my car." He sidesteps Calum and continues his way outside, and the brunet goes to his first period, not giving the guy a second thought.

As he enters the class, some guy stares at him. Calum takes his seat and writes something down in his journal he always carries with him, and when he glances at the guy, he sees that he's still looking at him.

After a few more minutes of staring, Calum turns and asks the guy, "Can I help you?"

He shrugs and says, "You already did, but I wouldn't mind if you helped me again."

Calum rolls his eyes. "Oh, right. It's you." He fucked this guy two weeks ago, but hasn't seen him again until today. "Why weren't you in school these past two weeks?"

"I couldn't walk from how hard you fucked me."

"Look, weirdo. I don't like you. Stop staring at me and have Jeremy fuck you." He points across the room, and Jeremy looks up when he hears his name. "He's a hot top, you're a bottom, go at it."

The final bell rings, and Calum turns back around with a huff. The teacher enters the room and starts the lesson for the day, and Calum can still feel the weird guy staring at him.

"Mrs. Duchannes?" Calum asks halfway through the class. "Can I go to the bathroom?"

The teacher nods, and he thanks her before making his way out of the classroom and into the halls.

He goes to the bathroom and relieves himself, then starts back to class.

"Michael! Michael!" he hears someone shout, and a few seconds later, a tall person is rushing past Calum and into another person's arms. "Look at my shirt!"

Calum's eyes follow the boy who ran past him and he sees the guy with pink hair as his destination.

"Oh," the pink-haired boy says, his attention and eyes on Calum.