5SOS Preferences

Too Hot

PLAYING TOO HOT.

(For those of you who don’t know, Too Hot is a game where you and a person kissing without touching and the first person to make a move to touch the other person looses. The winner gets to do whatever they want to the other person ooh)

LUKE: You were laying on the couch, legs intertwined with your long-limbed boyfriend. A ‘How I Met Your Mother’ rerun playing in the background. His fingers twirled a strand of your hair. “Luke?” you asked, catching his attention. “Wanna play a game?” you smirked, sitting up. “What game?” he asked, sitting cross-legged facing you. “Let’s play Too Hot” you suggested, inching closer to him. His blue eyes bore into yours as he gently placed his lips onto yours. His kisses were light and gentle, but soon turned lust filled. You knew it was killing Luke not to touch you, it was killing you too. Just as you were about to crack, Luke’s hands made their way to your cheeks, stroking them softly. You mustered all your strength to pull away. “I win” you smirked victoriously. “Dammit!” he laughed, reconnecting your lips.

MICHAEL: Michael sat glued in front of the tv. His hands frantically moved about the game controller. “Michael” you said, attempting to get his attention. No response. “Michael!” you snapped your fingers in front of his face. All he did was squirm out of the way, too intently focused to produce a reply. You groaned, swinging one leg across Michael so you were seated on his lap. That got his attention. “What?” he asked, snapping back into reality. “I’m bored” you whined. He paused him game and wrapped his arms around your waist. “I know a better game we could play” you offered, as he rubbed his hands in the small of your back. You bawled your hands into fists, resisting your urges to run your hairs through his hair. “Focus” you thought to yourself. “Don’t give in”. Michael slid his tongue into your mouth, wrestling against yours for dominance. “Shit. Shit. Shit” you thought to yourself as you felt yourself giving in. Your hands slid into Michael’s hair, tugging slightly.  “Mmh” he hummed against your lips. “I win.” He said confidently before attacking your lips once more, sliding his hands up your shirt.

CALUM: "Guess who" Calum said coming up behind you and covering your eyes. "uh.. Michael?" you said sarcastically. You spun around to face your boyfriend, "Oh, it’s you." you laughed. "You’re bad at this game" Calum snickered, sticking out his tongue. "Maybe we should play another?.." His hands slid under your thighs, hoisting you up onto the counter. "Too Hot" He said. You leaned forward, connecting your lips with his. Instantly, you knew this would be a challenge. By the moan that escaped his lips, you assumed he was thinking the exact same thing. You had your pride to keep, you couldn’t let him win. You nibbled down on his bottom lip, trying to  get him to crack. And, by the defeated sigh that came from his lips, you knew he was close. "Dammit" he mutter before leaning you down on the table and crawling over you. "You loose" you giggled as peppered your neck in kisses. "Shut up "he muttered.

ASHTON: You sat on a stool next to Ashton as he attempted to teach you how to  play the drums. “This is stupid!” you said in defeat, “I can’t do this. I’ll never be as good as you.” you said pouting. “But do you know what I am good at?” you asked cockily, “Too hot.” you spun your chair around  so that you were facing him. You bawled your fist and folded them into your lap to resist your urges. “I’m gonna win” Ashton taunted inbetween kisses. “In your dreams drummer boy” you replied, tugging on his lip to try and get him to crack. But Ashton held strong, so you had to resort to other tactics. You pulled back so your lips were just barely brushing. You gave him the lightest kisses, which drove him mad. His hands laced into your hair, longing for more contact. You pulled back, smirking at his as you both knew he had lost. He pulled you onto his lap, disregarding his defeat and taking over dominance.