5SOS Preferences (5 Seconds Of Summer)

18. Not Supposed To Be Together

Michael: You’re running around backstage like a chicken with their head cut off. You’re dad had booked you and awesome internship before your senior year working behind the scenes of One Direction’s tour. You were so happy but the work stressed you out, you ran around getting everyone what they needed and acting as a basic messenger for the crew. You’d hardly ever spoken to the bands but being in the same vicinity excited you. Michael, the guitarist for 1D’s opening band, always caught your eye but you’d turn and blush before you noticed his expression. You’d finally finished everything you needed to get done and you still had an hour before the concert started. You feel your stomach start growling so you head for the buffet set up for the bands (and crew). You walk in and see the 5SOS boys sprawled on the couches and chairs laughing about something. You quickly turned away from them and went over to the food. You grabbed a napkin and filled it up with pretzels and proceeded out of the room. The sound technician, also your father, blocked the doorway. “You’re not supposed to bring food outside of here,” he informed you. You nodded and shifted uncomfortably. You turn around and see Michael look at you again. You broke the glance, remembering your father’s warning, “Don’t fraternize with the band members too much, looks bad on your part.” You walked over to the wall marking the end of the buffet and leaned against it. You kept your head down and nibbled nervously on your food. You saw the white haired boy get up from where he was sitting and come over to you. Your gaze met him and he gave you a smile, “Hi there, I’m Michael.” You felt yourself swallow hard and said softly, “I’m y/n…” You had almost no food left in your napkin. You smiled softly and turned to the trash can and to discard it. You look back and him and his smile had turned into a smirk. “Do you ever get to look around the venue?” he asked in a low tone. You nodded and the corners of his mouth turned up. “Want to show me around? I don’t get out of this room much,” his voice remained so low, you knew he was trying to keep the conversation private. You bit your lip and quietly said, “Follow me.” You walk out of the room and through the narrow hallways. You felt Michael grab your hand and you spun around to face him. He got close and smiled down at you, “I actually have something I want to show you…” You followed him with your hand clenched in his. He entered his dressing room and closed the door once you entered. “This is cool,” you tried to start a conversation but he didn’t respond he turned to face you and his hand flew up to your cheek. You licked your lips and looked up at him. His lips approached yours and lingered an inch away. You closed the gap, your hand placed on his waist. He smiled into the kiss and led you over to the couch. He sat down and you sat on his lap. His hands trailed up and down your back as you licked his bottom teeth. You gasped as his hands found your breasts and began squeezing. He smiled and moved his lips to your neck. You tilted your head up and moaned in pleasure. He pulled away and looked into your eyes. You smile and place a simple kiss on the tip of his nose. He chuckled and went in for another kiss before he heard a knock on the door, “Mr. Clifford, are you in there? It’s almost show time…” You recognized your boss’s voice and saw the handle start to turn. You jumped off of Michael’s lap and hid under the end table beside the couch. You heard the door creak open. Your boss spoke once again, “Only 10 minutes until show time, I think your friends are looking for you too…” You hear Michael sigh and stand up, “Thanks, man. Tell them I’ll be right there.” The door closed soon after and you got out from your hiding place, “Sorry… I can’t… you know…” You scratched your head and Michael smiled and walked over to you. He placed a lingering kiss on your lips and smirked, “Until next time, y/n…” You smiled as you watched him walk out of the dressing room.

Ashton: It was 4 a.m. and you lingered around your best friend’s house. She’d fallen asleep hours ago but you still couldn’t manage to feel drowsy. You heard some curse words come out of a room with the light on. You curiously peeked in to see her brother, Ashton, playing Super Mario Bros. You giggled and he turned. You ducked away before he could see you and came to investigate. You didn’t know where you could run so you stood in the middle of the hallway with your hands over your eyes. He opened the door and looked around. He laughed his gorgeous laugh and said, “I wonder who’s there.” You smile and remove your hands. He smiled, his dimples digging deep into his cheeks. “Sorry, man. I was curious who else was up,” you spoke softly. He smiled. You bit your lip and started to walk to the kitchen. You felt him following you but didn’t look back to check. You opened the door of your best friend’s fridge and felt his breath on your neck, “What looks good?” He smiled and let out a little giggle. You thought you’d have a little fun so you closed the fridge door. You open the freezer’s door on the bottom and bent over. You heard him gulp and you smiled. You grabbed a box of popsicles. You straighten up and turn to see him a little red. You smiled and walked over to her kitchen island. You set the box on the counter and got out 2 popsicles. You offer him one and he shakes his head, “Your loss, dude.” You laugh and put it back in the box. You boost yourself up onto the counter and start to eat your popsicle. You caught Ashton’s eye and notice his eyes had never left yours. You stick out your tongue that had been dyed purple by the popsicle. He laughed and approached you. He stood in between your legs and took the popsicle from you. He placed it in the sink and you threw your hands up in protest. He laughed and pulled your face into his. It took you by surprise but you soon got into the kiss. You opened your mouth slightly and his tongue slipped in. His retreated from your mouth and yours snaked into his. You lick the roof of his mouth and pull away, “How does it taste?” You smirked at him while resting your arms on his shoulders. He chuckled darkly and his hands found their way to your waist, “Damn good.” He pulled you off the counter and you wrapped your legs around his abdomen. He started to walk off to his room. You placed love bites along his hairline and before you knew it you were thrown onto his bed. He crawled over you and you smiled. “You’re a little frisky, aren’t you?” you teased. He shut you up with a kiss. You bit his lip as you worked his shirt off. You were surprised to feel his toned abs. You flipped him over, straddling him. You kissed sloppily down his chest and stomach until you reached the line of his sweats. You leave hickeys on his exposed v-line. He tugged at your shirt and you assisted him with removing it. You weren’t wearing a bra and you saw his smirk. You got off and him and the bed and started pulling down your boxer shorts. He follows your lead, removing his sweatpants. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and you mouth opened slightly when you saw his large erection. You snap out of it after a second and finish  stripping. He grabbed your waist and laid you on the bed. You wrapped your legs around him and whispered, “any time now…” He slammed into you and you gasped. He thrust hard and you scratched his back. He kissed your nipple and bit softly. You stifled your screams as you hit your climax. He pulled away from you and started going deeper. You felt him release and slow down. You felt yourself breathe fast as he pulled out. He sat down beside you and you sat up. You looked over to his clock; it read 5:43. You kissed him sloppily and stood up. You felt his eyes on you as you got dressed. He stood up and walked you out of his room. He grabbed your waist and pulled you back for a moment. His lips pressed against your neck softly and he whispered, “Let’s do that again sometime…”