5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

#10 First Time

Calum: You and Calum were laying on the bed, your body on top of his bare chest. Your head moved with his breathing, slowly. He was playing on his phone, rubbing circles with his other hand into your back, but you could only focus on one thing. You were ready. You wanted Calum more than anything, but you couldn't be more nervous. "Calum?" You peeped. "Yes, sweetheart?" "You've.. been with other girls before, haven't you?" He shifted a little, setting his phone on the side table. "What do you mean?" "I mean.. you're not a virgin.. are you?" He sighed a little, taking a piece of your hair in his fingers. "No. I'm not." You sighed again, knowing it but wishing it weren't true. "What if.. I'm not as good as them? I've never done it before." "Hey. Knock that off." He lifted your head up to look at him. "It's not about being good, or bad. All that matters is that it's love, ok? And if and when you're ready, so will I." You thought for a moment. "I'm ready Cal." He looked at you. "Don't do anything you don't want to Y/N." You sat up, knees on either side of his body. "I'm ready." You pulled his body up to yours. As you began to kiss his neck you felt the heat of his body against yours and it sent chills up your spine. "You're safe with me, Y/N." He whispered before turning you over and laying you back down. His hand pulled your shirt over your head and he slid off the shorts you were wearing. "Calum, I love you." You breathed out. Before you knew what had happened you were both fully unclothed, the heat in the room intensifying. "I love you too, baby girl." His touch was tender and the pleasure was paralyzing. It was the best thing you had ever experienced, and you got to do it with Calum.

Luke: "Luke." You whispered. "Luke.." You tried again. He turned around, smiling back at you. "What are you doing?" You sat up in the bed, rubbing your sleepy eyes. It wasn't often that you awoke to see your boyfriend, who was supposed to be in Australia, watching TV at the foot of your bed. "I got home early. Thought I'd come see you." You head shifted to the clock on the wall. 3:37. "It's almost 4am! How did you get in here?" "I know you leave a key under the fire extinguisher in the hallway." He crawled over to you, wrapping his arms around your torso. "I missed you." "I missed you too." You smiled back. "I had dreams about your hair.. and your eyes... and these lips." He leaned in, taking your lips between his. Your body tingled, forgetting just how much you loved his kiss. You caught yourself pulling on his hair, taking the kiss farther than he had probably intended. "Y/N.. What are you doing?" He came up for air, smiling at you earnestly. "I missed you Luke. I need you." You kissed him again but he pulled away. "We've never done this before, Y/N." "Luke, I'm ready if you are. It's been weeks, and my body needs you." You both sat staring at each other for what seemed like hours before his hands tugged on the little amount of clothing you were wearing. "Luke. Don't leave me again." "Never." He moaned as you tore off his boxers. You clawed as his back, leaving kisses up and down his warm body. It was amazing, taking everything in. And when you awoke in the morning things were even better, having had Luke right by you all night long.

Michael: "Wow. This place is beautiful." You opened the curtains, looking through the window out to the streets of Italy. "So you like your surprise then?" Michael asked, joining you at the window. It had been five months now that you and Michael had been dating, and he asked you to join him in Italy for a vacation. "I love it." You grinned, turning and kissing him. You couldn't help but giggle at his newly pink hair. "We'll certainly stand out here though." You laughed. "I stand out wherever I am!" He chuckled, picking you up and carrying you to an open door way. "Here's your room. And mine's just the next door over." You looked around, nodding, but you were a little disappointed. The only time you and Michael had shared a bed was the one time when he accidentally fell asleep in yours. He was going slow for you, and though you appreciated it, you were ready to take the next step. "What's wrong?" He asked, seeing the sadness cross your face. "Well, I just thought.. you brought me here to make the next move. I thought maybe we could... share a room." You timidly admitted. His face lit up, taking your hand in his and walking you to the next room over. "This.. this is our room." He smiled. You let go of him, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I love it." You giggled. The sheets were soft, and you couldn't wait to spend the night with Michael in them. "What do you want to do first?" He asked, taking a seat next to you. "I don't know. I'm a little jet lagged. Maybe we can just stay here today. Hit the pool or something." "Or something." He chuckled. "I know what you want, Y/N." His eyes locked with yours. "And what exactly is it that I want, Clifford?" "You want me." He leaned into you, closing the gap between your lips. Before you could think the two of you were violently undressing each other, lying down on the fluffy duvet. "I'm glad I brought you." He breathlessy admitted. "I've been waiting for this moment." You both froze, staring into each others eyes. "Me too."

Ashton: "Don't you dare try to fucking blame this on me. This is all your fault Ashton and you know it." "I told you we needed to leave at 6 sharp. I told you over and over again. And here it is, almost 6:30 and you're not even ready!" "You told me 7!" You and Ashton had been fighting all day, over every stupid thing. But this wasn't unusual. Tomorrow he had to leave again for the next few weeks and you were both stressed. This happened every time he left. It sucked, but it meant there was something to fight for; enough love to keep you until you saw each other again. "What the hell are we doing?" He sighed, flopping down on the bed. "This happens every time I need to leave." "I don't know." You admitted. "But it always happens." You laid down next to him, curling up into his body. "I'm going to miss you." His voices peeped. "I'll miss you too." You thought for a moment. In just a few short hours he would be on a plane, leaving for 9 weeks, longer than he'd ever left for at a time before. "Ashton." You begged. "I want you." He sat up, looking into your eyes. "You want me?" "I want you. I need your body against mine." "But I thought we agreed... We were both going to wait.. until we were ready." His face was soft and caring. "I know you're ready Ash. I can feel it. And now I'm ready too." You pulled his face into yours, leaving a soft kiss to his lips. "Are you sure? I don't want to take advantage of you." "You aren't. I want this. I need everything I can get from you before you leave. I need something to hold onto." He smiled, taking your body in his hands. "I love you." He laughed, laying you down and stripping both of you of the clothes that kept your bodies from each other. You lost yourselves in each other, taking in every piece you could. When you awoke in the morning Ashton was gone, but a note lay in his place. Don't ever let go of me.