One Shots ; 5SOS

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Requested by @5secondsofkellin :-)

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"What are Luke and Michael up to?" Ashton asked himself, reading through the comments on the twitcam he was doing. Some of them made him smirk to himself, the ones that were guessing what Luke and Michael could possibly be doing. "I think we should go check on them."

With that, he stood up off of the couch and held the laptop a foot or so away from his face as he made his way up to Michael and Luke's room, which was shut. He was very aware that they could be doing some questionable things behind the door but the fans wanted to see them, so he was going to take the risk.

When he opened the door, Michael was slightly slouched against Luke's shoulder, both of them half awake as they watched an old cartoon on the TV. Michael lazily looked over at the door, and after realizing what Ashton was doing, pouted and cuddled further into Luke. "Go away," he mumbled.

Luke glanced over as well, not realizing before that Ashton was even in the room. He grinned and pulled Michael closer into him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. He laid back and brought Michael down with him, grabbing the corner of the blanket and throwing it over both of them.

It was silent for about a minute, and Ashton almost walked away but he heard a quiet, "I think he's gone," so he stayed put.

Ashton raised an eyebrow as he saw a little bit of movement underneath the sheets, then heard Michael's quiet giggling. He could tell that under the blanket, Luke had moved and was straddling Michael's waist, but Michael had other plans and he grabbed his wrists and tried to push him off.

Luke rolled his eyes at the giggling mess underneath him, his lips turned up into a fond smile. He gently fought against the hold of Michael's tiny hands, eyes widening in surprise when Michael had actually flipped him into his back.

Since the blanket had come down a little bit, Ashton stepped out of the room almost all of the way so he could continue to record them playfully wrestling, without them seeing. He already knew the people watching were most likely exploding with happiness right now at how adorable they were acting together.

Luke pulled on Michael's wrists carefully and pinned him down on the bed again, using one hand to hold his arms down and the other to tickle his sides. Michael let out a sharp yelp of laughter, his knees pulling up by his sides to try and shield himself somehow.

The boy on top couldn't help but laugh at the sound his boyfriend had made, his fingers slowly trailing up towards Michael's collarbones. The smaller of the two widened his eyes, shaking his head profusely.

"N-no, Luke stop," he said between little bubbles of laughter. Luke knew his neck was his weak spot and if he was going to tickle Michael there, Michael would lose it.

"Nuh-uh," Luke tskd, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Michael held his breath when Luke started to gently press his fingers against the skin of his neck, trying to hold in the huge laugh he was building up.

Luke huffed when there was barely any response from Michael, so instead leaned down and pressed his chapped lips to the side of Michael's neck. The smaller boy let out the breath he was holding in and hummed in satisfaction.

Luke took it to his advantage that Michael was distracted and slowly brought his hand up, like he was going to cup Michael's face. At the last second, he instead started to tickle the other side of his neck. The bleached blonde wasn't quite expecting it and he let out another yell of laughter, his legs starting to thrash around.

Satisfied, Luke laughed and continued to torture Michael, loving the reaction he was getting out of him. The little laughs coming from Michael were amazing, Luke loved the sound of Michael's giggles.

The smaller boy pulled his knees up again and tried kicking Luke away from him, his breathing coming out in laughs and coming in in tiny little puffs of air. He successfully kicked Luke after a few seconds of trying. However, accidentally doing it a bit too hard, in too low of a spot.

Luke groaned and rolled off of Michael, putting his hand over the place that Michael had kicked. He closed his eyes tightly, biting his bottom lip.

Once Michael caught his breath, he crawled over to Luke and frowned, "I'm so sorry," he quickly said, kissing Luke's cheek like that would make it feel better.

Luke breathed out another groan and shook his head. "It's fine, oh my God," he whined, leaning forward and resting his head on Michael's shoulder.

Michael put his arms around Luke and cuddled him into his chest, which was sort of hard since Luke was huge compared to him.

Ashton couldn't help but giggle quietly at the sight in front of him. He knew he blew his cover but he didn't care. "You guys are so ridiculous," he sighed, walking back into the room with his laptop still facing them.

Michael whined and his his face against Luke, trying to hide from the camera. "I said go away!" He repeated, tucking his knees up so he was cuddled up to Luke instead of the other way around like before. He hated when Ashton filmed them, it was embarrassing.

"You guys are just so cuuute," Ashton pouted, but turned the laptop towards his face anyways. "I guess they don't want us here anymore," he sighed to the Twitcam and walked away again, this time shutting the door.