5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences [Book two]

Pre-Show Rituals

Ashton: Ashton's laughter filled the dressing room backstage. "Read another one, babe, I love these." You picked another Laffy Taffy from the bowl in the middle of the table and flipped it to the back where the worst jokes were always printed. "Okay, what is smarter than a talking bird?" "Hmmm, dunno, what?" "A spelling bee!" "Yesssss," he said throwing his head back in laughter, "it's a pun! I love punny jokes!" "Yes, baby, I know you do," you said sitting and shaking your head at him. You couldn't help but let out a laugh at how funny he thought these awful jokes were. You got up from your spot to sit on his lap, straddling his waist, him still cracking up. "Babe, calm down," you giggled putting your hands on either side of his head so his eyes would focus on you. "I'm calm," he said taking a deep breath, "Wooo, I'm calm." "I can't believe I read these to you before every show," you said shaking your head. "What?" he asked, "They put me in a good mood, also, it's a nice way for me to get to relax with you before a show. And I love relaxing with you." "Oh yeah?"  you asked, leaning towards his lips. "Yeah," he said, capturing your lips in a chaste kiss. "ECK, GET A ROOM GUYS!" Michael yelled, walking into the room, "Ash, we're on in five, detach your face." "Fuck you, Mikey," you said pulling away from the kiss. "I would, but Ashton isn't good with sharing," he retorted. Ashton whipped his head around to glare at Michael. "I was kidding!" Michael said, running off down the hall. "Gotta go babe," he said giving you one more quick kiss. "You gonna be in the crowd tonight?" You nodded. "Good, now I have to go kill Michael before the show starts," he said darting off down the hall.

Luke: You sat on the sofa with Luke, each nestling a cup of tea. You had about a half hour before the show started so you and Luke were enjoying each other's company. Luke set his cup on the table in front of you before laying down, his head resting in your lap. You began playing with his hair, "Tell me a story, Y/N." "What kind of story?" you asked, looking down at him. "Like a made up story." He replied. You thought for a bit before you started, "There once was a super hero named Dr. Fluke..." "I think I know that guy," Luke interjected, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You giggled before continuing. "Dr. Fluke was enjoying his day, hanging out playing FIFA and eating pizza." "Sounds like the life." "Stop interrupting or I won't finish!" you scolded looking down. Luke gave you puppy dog eyes before whispering, "Sorry." "Anyway, Dr. Fluke was enjoying his day off when he got a phone call from the big red phone emergency calls came from. He soon learned that the super beautifully gorgeous model Y/N was being held captive at the local warehouse." Luke raised his eyebrows, letting out a small laugh at your insert of yourself in the story. "Dr. Fluke rushed to the warehouse, kicking the bad guys ugly nasty ass and saving the beautiful Y/N from any harm. 'Oh Dr. Fluke'," you mocked in a higher pitched voice, "'How will I ever repay you?' asked Y/N. 'I may know a way,' Dr. Fluke said, giving her a slight wink. You see because Dr. Fluke was a bit cheeky," you said looking down at Luke and he nodded. "LUKE FIVE MINUTES GET YOUR ASS UP LETS GO," Michael yelled walking by the room. "Ughhh," Luke groaned getting up, pulling you with him into a tight hug, "How will I ever know how Y/N repaid Dr. Fluke?!" he asked. "I think I may be able to show you after the show," you said, kissing his jaw line. "LUKE NOW AND Y/N GROSS STOP!" Michael said, poking his head back in the doorway. Luke gave him the finger before kissing your cheek and following him.

Calum: "Hey, Luke, can you go get Calum, we're on in ten," asked Ashton. He nodded, heading down the hall to where you and Cal were hanging out a bit before the show. He didn't bother to knock before opening the door, but what his eyes saw once entering the room he really wished he would have. You were laying with your back on the sofa, arms wrapped around Calum's neck. He had one hand by your head, the other slowly trailing up your shirt. You two were in a heading make out sesh, Luke walking in before the main event was about to happen. "Ahhhh, my eyes!" Luke screeched, slapping his hands over his face. "What?! What's happening?" Michael said running down the hall with Ashton in tow. "I've just witnessed Calum violating Y/N," Luke said, walking around with his arms stretched in front of his like he'd lost his sight. "Oh shut your face, Luke, we weren't doing anything awful we were just kissing!" Cal said, throwing a pillow at Luke's head. He dodged it coming back up and pointing his finger at you and Cal on the couch, "Yeah but you were about to hanky panky! I saw your hand up her shirt!" "Hanky panky?" Michael asked, holding in a laugh, "out of all the ways to say have sex you chose 'hanky panky'?" "You know what, fuck you guys, I hate this band," Luke said storming off. "Well sorry to steal your panky partner Y/N but the show starts in about five minutes," Ashton said, grabbing Cal's ankles while Michael grabbed under his armpits, the two boys dragging the equally large one out of the room and down the hall. "Bye babe, see you after the show!" you heard Cal call as he was being dragged down the hall. "Bye! We can hanky panky after!" you called, hearing retching noises come from Ashton and Michael as you laughed to yourself on the couch.

Michael: You and the boys were hanging out backstage, just sitting and chatting. "Hey babe," you turned to Michael, "how much time 'till you have to go on stage?" "Mmmm bout thirty minutes, why?" he asked, wondering what you were thinking about. "C'mon." You got up pulling him with you, his eyes lighting up knowing exactly where you were going and what was about to happen. "Where are you guys going?" Luke asked. "Don't worry, Lucas, I'll have him back by show time. I just gotta tell him something in private." "Mhmm," Calum pursed his lips, giving you a look like he knew exactly what you were going to do. You pulled Michael down the hall to the dressing room and pushed him inside. As soon as the door was closed you pushed him back into it, feverishly kissing him before working your way down. "Babe," he said in between deep breaths, "you gotta think of a better excuse then you have to 'tell me something'." You paused, getting on your knees, your hands stilling at his belt. "Yeah well you could say something too instead of just having a stupid grin on your face every time." "Yeah, baby, I will next time," he said, getting  a little antsy as your started to undo his belt, "it's just hard for me to think when your face is so close to the cliffoconda." You stopped your actions, leaning back on your heels and crossing your arms. "Wha-what? What are you doing?" "Babe, you gotta stop calling it that." "I'm-I'm sorry, just please. Keep going." He begged. You slowly pulled down his jeans, reaching up and palming in through his boxers. "You guys are fucking disgusting!" You heard Calum yell as he walked by the room. Michael didn't even respond; his mind too far in a state of bliss as you gave him exactly what he needed.