LUKE
It was early on a Saturday afternoon and you’d gotten home from your touch football game to see a text Luke had sent an hour ago saying “just finished soccer, mum’s out with Jack at rugby and dad’s out at Ben’s tennis game.. I’m bored :-( come over?”. You grinned at the message, not bothering to reply as you quickly had a shower and pulled a t-shirt and skirt on, before slipping out the front door.
When you reached Luke’s house a few minutes later, his front door was open, so you stepped inside and ran upstairs to his room. Suddenly, upon reaching his bedroom door, you heard a string of curse words and pushed the door open, worried that he’d hurt himself, but immediately started blushing when you saw what Luke was doing. He looked up from where he was lying on his bed, and groaned even louder.
"Fuck, [Y/N], I, ah, shit, fuck, uh…" You closed your eyes quickly, turning around and shutting the door, before laughing and shouting, "I’ll be downstairs in the kitchen when you’re finished!"
Ten minutes later, you heard Luke’s footsteps coming down the stairs, and smirked as he appeared, flushed and fiddling with his fingers. He looked up at you, and you laughed as he stumbled over his words, “U-uh, hey?”
"Hiiii, Lukey… How about a spot of FIFA then?"
MICHAEL
You were on band camp and had a break - all your friends had gone off to orchestra practice, but guitar ensemble didn’t start for another hour, so you headed back to your cabin to lie down and listen to some music beforehand. You knocked on the door, and nobody answered, so you assumed they were all out at practice. You opened the door and slipped inside, and heard groaning coming from the corner. It was the bunk opposite yours, so you stepped further inside, before realising it was Michael’s bunk.
"Michael! Michael?" He sat up in bed, his hand still moving up and down his dick, and a grin appearing on his face. "Oh, god, Michael, you’re… Oh god…"
You turned around and headed back to the door, but not before glancing over your shoulder and winking in the least subtle way possible.
CALUM
"Hey, Cal? Ash wants to know if we should order pizza or Thai…" You knocked at Calum’s bedroom door, but no response came, minus a low groaning sound.
"What the fuck, Cal?" You laughed, before pushing the door open, and shaking your head. You looked up from your phone and gasped, turning around and giggling, "Shit, Cal, um, I’ll just wait outside?"
Calum looked up, laughing and trying to suppress his moaning. “Uh, yeah - fuck - I’ll be - shit - out in, um, a minute - oh, god…”
A few minutes later, Calum appeared, slightly more flushed than usual.
You looked up at him, laughing, “Honestly, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
ASHTON
You walked up the stairs to your shared apartment with Ashton, Luke, Michael, and Calum. Luke, Michael, and Calum were all out at the movies, but Ashton was feeling unwell, so you’d stopped to pick up some medicine on your way home from your university lecture. You assumed he was in bed, so you slid quietly in the front door, before setting down the medicine on the kitchen counter and walking into the bathroom, when you heard sounds echoing from the adjoining room, which had a bathtub. Confused, you pushed the door open and saw Ashton lying in the bathtub, his hand moving up and down through the water, and his head tipped back.
"Shit, Ash, that’s, um, new?"
He turned to face you, and quickly slid further beneath the water, his face going red.
"Fuck, [Y/N], I didn’t, um, know you’d be home? Weren’t you - shit - out with the lads?"
You turned to leave, before laughing, “Nah, I had a lecture and thought I’d bring some medicine home for you… Good to see you’re feeling better…” As you stepped out of the bathroom, you mumbled, “Well, I guess this is what I get for sharing an apartment with four teenage boys.”
