#147- You're Caught Snogging
Ashton: You're spooning with Ashton on the love seat, behind the rest of the boys as they view a cheesy horror film loudly. It's really boring; you've seen it with your best friend before, so you turn around, resting your head under Ashton's chin. He kisses your forehead, then looks back up at the screen. You pout at being ignore, and start kissing down the column of his throat, hearing his breath hitch, and his grip on your hip tighten. You move on to his neck, biting and sucking, leaving red marks all along his shoulder. As you go to pull his shirt down a bit to continue, Ashton grabs your wrist, yanking your lips to his. "Don't tease me," He growls against your lips. Michael looks over, shrieking, "Holy mother! Can't you guys do that some other time?!" All the others look over, sniggering at your predicament.
Luke: The rest of the boys were in the kitchen trying to find junk food for your movie marathon, when Luke slipped a hand around your waist and pulled you into his lap. "Luke," You say warningly, trying to focus on choosing a movie. You shiver, feeling his hot breath ghosting over the curve of your neck, before his lips attach themselves to the junction of your collarbone. "C'mon babe," He mumbles, "The boys are right there," You hiss, knowing that you've lost already as a gasp escapes your lips. He chuckles triumphantly as he turns you around, smashing his lips into your. He rubs the skin on your hips, hand slipping up your shirt. "Hey, did you guys decide- GUYS REALLY?" You break apart instantly, face bright red, Luke grinning smugly.
Michael: "Baaaabe," Michael whines, snaking his arms around your waist as you attempt to make dinner. "Everyone's out," He continues mischievously. Sighing despite yourself, you spin around, throwing your hand into his hair and pulling his lips to yours. Michael slips his tongue into your mouth, and you battle for dominance, him eventually winning. He yanks off his shirt by the collar, just as the door opens. "We're home!" You try to pull away, but he tugs you back towards him. "We got Chinese food because Y/N is a crappy- um... right." Luke backs away, face flushing pink, as he directs the other two the living room, even though they've already seen everything.
Calum: You're at the dinner table, listening contently as the boys laugh about one of Ashton's failed dates, when Calum's hand rests on your thigh. You give him a warning look, gesturing to the raucous group, but he just smiles innocently. His fingers toy with the edge of your dress, and you finally get up, sending a glare his way, "I'm going to the bathroom, guys," They ignore you, and you head there, not even getting to the door when your hand is grasped and your back hits the wall of the hallway. You gasp, feeling Calum's lips crash against yours, and your hands tangle into his hair. "Jump," He mumbles, biting back a moan. You do, wrapping your legs around his waist, his hands holding your hips, never breaking the kiss. Just as your hands slide up his shirt, you hear laughing noises. The boys are at the end of the hallway smirking. Your face grows hot as Calum lets you down. "Get some, girly!" Michael shouts.
