5SOS Preferences

The Morning After ;)

******SOME MATURE CONTENT******

Calum-

You groaned as you heard your phone buzzing and ringing against a hard surface. Vaguely aware of another person's presence, you blindly reach for your phone.

"What?" You said roughly.

"Morning to you too," your best friend and roommate chuckled.

"Why did you call me? I'm in my room," you groaned.

"That's why I called. Where are you?" She chuckled. "Because you are not here."

Furrowing your brow, you became aware of your surroundings and noticed you were definitely NOT in your room. Looking to your side, you saw the owner of the room looking at you, one eyebrow raised.

"I gotta go. I'll see you at some time today," you hung up before she could get another word in. You chuckled nervously. "Sorry about that."

"No problem. Happens all the time," he said, his voice rough from sleep. He sat up and stretch out before grabbing a pair of pants from the floor and putting them on. "The bathroom is right over there if you want to use it." You followed his hand to where he was directing. "I'm going to make some breakfast, and we can figure out where to go from there."

"Calum," you stopped him as he reached the door. You got out of his bed and noticed that you were wearing one of his shirts. His eyes looked you over and he licked his lips. You walked over to him, placed your hands on his chest and slid them up to his shoulders and let one rest there while the other went to the nape of his neck. His hands instinctively went to your hips. You pushed yourself onto your toes and he met you halfway. The kiss was slow and made your legs start turning into jelly. His hands never strayed from your hips as he held you carefully and kept you standing. When you needed air, you pulled back just slightly. "Breakfast can wait."

He smiled and captured your lips in another kiss; this one a bit hungrier than the last. His hands slid down to your thighs and easily picked you up and carried you back to bed, continuing where you left off the night before.

Ashton-

The sunlight came through the window, resting over Ashton's eyes. He slowly opened them, blinking at the bright light. Yawning and stretching, he took in the room and smiled as he remembered the night before. His smile vanished when he noticed that you were not lying next to him. Disappointed, he went to put on a pair of sweats, when he noticed a familiar red dress on the floor. Then he heard the sound of someone in the kitchen. After putting on the sweats, he left his room and went into the kitchen where he found you.

You smiled at him when he came into the kitchen. "I hope you don't mind, but I figured I could make breakfast."

"Not at all," he returned your smile and started getting plates and things. "I, um, thought you had left."

"I thought I was going to," you replied.

"But you didn't," he looked at you with a curious look. "Why?"

"You're different. I don't just cook breakfast after an incredible night of sex for just anyone," you gave him a pointed look.

He felt his smile turn into a smirk. "Well, if you don't have any other plans, we could always have another incredible night of sex tonight, too."

Your cheeks turned pink. "Let's say, I didn't have plans and agreed to it, what did you have in mind for the rest of the day?"

"Getting to know each other? Lunch, dinner, movies, games, anything to that will persuade you to stay," he offered.