Michael:
"For fuck's sake," you mumbled, trying to reach behind your back with the sunscreen between your fingers; it was impossible to cover everything. "Michael," you whined to your boyfriend, giving him a puppy look. He took his headphones out when you turned to him, looking up at you. "What's up, baby?" He asked, leaning up in his sun chair. "Can you please put some sunscreen on me? I can't reach," you pouted, reaching out for him to grab the bottle. "Sure," he smirked, taking the bottle from you and squeezing some onto his fingers.. "Just around the back, please." You smiled. "Should I, uh, untie your bikini?" His question came out more as a stammer, and you could tell he was mentally smacking himself for it. "Yeah, just do that," you answered. You turned to lie flat on your stomach so he could apply it easily. Michael opened your bikini with shaky fingers, applying some lotion to your skin before he smushed it out, making sure to rub on the places that you couldn't reach. Even such a small gesture like this could get him aroused by just looking at you half-naked, and he tried to control himself as he finished your back. "Here we go," he mumbled, placing the bottle between his sun chair and yours, retying your bikini behind your back again. "Thanks, babe," you smiled, turning around and plugging your headphones in your ears again to block out the world. "You're welcome," Michael mumbled, standing up from your seat to lay back on his. "Fuck," he cursed as he looked down. Ashton heard him swear and looked to see what had happened, cracking out a giggle. Ashton poked Luke on the shoulder for him to see as well. "What's going on?" Luke asked, pulling out his headphones. "Y/N gave Mike a boner!" Ashton exclaimed. Luke tried to hold in a giggle but he couldn't hold it back, his whole face going red. "Calum, check out Michael," Luke whispered. Calum took off his sunglasses and peered at Michael who was trying and failing to cover his obvious erection. Calum immediately laughed out loud, causing Michael to whip his head around. "Fuck you guys!" He groaned. "Nah, why don't you fuck Y/N instead? It's quite obvious that's what you'd rather do," Luke grinned. A tap on your shoulder disturbed you and you removed one earbud. It was Michael. "Help me take care of this?" He asked, his eyes dark with lust. You giggled before getting up and off your chair, taking Michael's hand to lead him back to your shared hotel room. He turned around to flip off the other boys as they whistled and catcalled behind you.
Ashton:
"Baaaabe!" Ashton whined from outside the curtain, dragging out the word and pouting his lips even though you couldn't see him. "I'm almost done," you groaned. Ashton let out a satisfied groan as he saw you and stood up from where he had camped on the floor with his phone. "Are we done now?" He asked as you walked towards the cashier in the clothes shop. "Not yet, I still need some lingerie," you answered as you paid for the dress, mumbling a small 'thank you' when the cashier gave you the bag. "And how long will that take? I'm hungry, Y/N." His constant whines made you roll your eyes as he intertwined his fingers in yours. "It's the last stop, Ashton, I swear." You smiled up at him, giving him a kiss on the cheek as he groaned again. Agreeing to go shopping with you was not as he expected. "How can girl shop this much?" He mumbled to himself. "It's genetic," you replied casually, dragging him towards Victoria's Secret. "Dear god," he whispered, his eyes going wide as he looked around. "I saw this really nice lingerie on their website; I just need to try it on to make sure I don't look like a cow." You dragged him towards the black lingerie part of the store, your eyes scanning the racks to find it. "There! Ash, can you grab it?" You pointed towards a black lace brassiere that was hanging two racks above you, making Ashton chuckle as he reached up to grab it. "I hope it's the right size," he said as he gave them to you. "It is," you confirmed before the both of you headed towards the changing rooms. Ashton took same position just like he did at the last shop, letting his butt connect with the floor as he leaned against the wall with his legs crossed; his phone was in his hand as he waited for you to change. You removed your clothes and slipped the lacy underwear on, taking a look in the mirror. "Ash, what do you think?" You asked, removing the curtain for him to see. He looked up shortly before looking back at his phone again, but his eyes shot fast up once more. His mouth felt half open as he looked your body up and down, the lingerie suiting you nice and giving you major cleavage. "Do I look fat in it?" You asked, cocking your head and placing a hand on your hip. Ashton didn't say a thing as he just kept on staring at your body, and he could feel already how fast the blood was running down to his member. "You look stunning," he managed to croak, and a smile appeared to your lips. "Good." You took a step back, pulling the curtain over you again to dismiss Ashton's silenced protest. Chewing on his bottom lip for a second, he placed his phone back in his pocket and stood up to slide through your curtain, surprising you. "Shh," he whispered, turning you around to make sure that you didn't scream up or anything. "Ash, what are doing in here?" You hissed, eyeing him as he pressed you up against the wall. "You caused something. And I need you to fix it," he said in a small groan, pressing his now hardened member against your thigh.
