Ashton: Where you loved the Beatles, Ashton was more of a Rolling Stones kind of guy. They had a different sound, a different vibe, a different look, and you weren’t obsessed with any member all that much. You didn’t love them, but you would tolerate them for Ashton’s sake. They could sing a good song for sexy time and you wouldn’t mind. That and Ashton’s deep throaty voice singing along stirred you, especially when he’d croon, “I just want to make love to you.”
Michael: To say that you both were obsessed was an understatement. You both stared at them on TV when they first came over and your jaws dropped. Then at the T.A.M.I Show, you both freely drooled over Mick Jagger and his beautiful gyrations. When, by sheer luck, Michael lucked into tickets to a signing, you cried. You shook the entire time and by the time you both stood in front of Mick, you were at a loss of words. “You mate, are a lucky man. But should you two ever want to, or just you love, want to mess around,” then he proceeded to scribble the address of a hotel that you and Michael went to later that night.
Calum: Running inside you carefully slide the vinyl out of the clear plastic wrapping. Rounding into the living room you cried knowing it would be amazing. You couldn’t wait to hear the dirty sound playing through the house. Calum lay stretched out on the couch opening his arms to you, “Cuddle?” he begged pouting his lips out. Shooing him away you crossed to the record player, putting it on. The crooning sound played through caused Calum’s nose to crinkle. “You don’t like them?” he shook his head, “We have reached a crossroad in this relationship.”
Luke: Keith Richards fascinated Luke. His way of picking and manipulating the guitar seduced Luke into the band. Everything they did after that was golden in his eyes. They were edgy, different, and you liked them. Now, of course you had alternative motives in the band, Keith caught your fancy, the man was just too cool. “Babe, if we met the Stones, could I run away with Keith?” you asked one night as their new vinyl played his strums seducing the two of you. “By all means yes, just come back to me.”
a/n: oh dear, Michael's. Mick Jagger is hot, I'm not even sorry. I'd be a roadie for The Stones just to meet him. Pic and song mentioned in Ashton's.
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5 Seconds of Summer Preferences
RandomI used to write these a lot, then I didn't, now I might. There is no particular order the boys are listed. No imagines. Requests are open.
