5 Seconds of Summer BoyXBoy one-shots

Strawberry Caramels // Mashton

~ AN: I'm sorry that this suck, but it's my first try so yeah. Let me know what you think  /M ~ 

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School is stressful, anyone can agree with that, and when all the exams start...suddenly you wish you’d spent more time taking notes in class and doing your homework. You’re trying to catch up with everything so that you’ll pass the exam, but with just a few days...you know you’re gonna have to work your ass off. And you can feel the stress getting the best of you, so you try to come up with things to make it better. Some of you go to the gym to get your mind off things, some of you eat a lot more that you normally do, some of you consumes a lot more alcohol than you normally would. Michael Clifford belongs to the last group. He doesn’t give a flying fuck about school but when he suddenly found himself less than a month away from his exams with absolutely no idea what he was supposed to know and with three roommates who doesn’t have to worry at all because they’re all good students, he panics. He really does try his best to learn everything because the last thing he wants to do is retake the whole year, and his friends tries their best to help him, but the closer he gets to the actual exams, the more stressed out he gets and it doesn’t take long until he figures out just how much comfort he can find in a bottle, just how much the alcohol helps him. He loves forgetting about school and all the stupid shit that’s going on and just feel happy and fuzzy for a while.

Ashton hates it. He absolutely hates seeing his best friend, who he might also have a pretty huge crush on, get so stressed out the only way out is to get so drunk he can hardly remember his own name. He’s tried to talk to Michael about it but when that didn’t work, Michael just flipped him off and left the room, he stuck to just making sure he got home safe and to taking care of him the day after, as well as helping him with his studies the best he could.  

Ashton’s P.O.V

I hear the front door open and close and I quickly turn the TV off before standing up. Before I get the chance to do anything else, Michael enters the livingroom. I’m not sure what I expected to see, since it’s 3 am and there isn’t much he could have been out doing, but seeing him like this breaks my heart. He’s standing in the doorway, his hair is all messed up, his clothes are dirty and he’s obviously struggling to stand up straight.

“Michael.” He looks up at me and smiles widely, and before I get a chance to do anything he throws himself in my arms.

“I missed you Ashie.” He says and I can’t help but smile. I absolutely hates the fact that he feels like he has to get drunk to relax, but at the same time I love it. Normally Michael isn’t much for hugs and cuddles, he’s really secluded and spends most of his time in his room. I don’t really know why he is like that, but Calum once told me it had to do with something that happened in his past, that he doesn’t believe in love or something and that’s really sad, but whenever he’s drunk, it’s almost as if Michael is trying to make up for all the hugs and cuddles he’s missed out on.

“Let’s get you to bed.” I say as I run my fingers through his hair. He nods and hides his face in my shirt and when he doesn’t move I pick him up and carry him up the stairs to his room. I can smell the alcohol in his breath but it’s not as bad as it’s been before, although there’s no doubt he’ll feel like shit tomorrow morning. I pull the covers up over his body and is just about to leave the room when he opens his eyes and looks up at me.

“Stay here Ashie.” He says. “we can watch My little pony.” I can’t think of anything to say, but when he moves over in the bed I nod and leaves to go get my laptop.

“Too hot.” We’re laying in Michael’s bed waiting for the laptop to start up when he starts moving around under the covers. “Too hot Ashie, too many clothes.” He sits up on the bed and starts pulling his shirt over his head, something that really catches me by surprise since he's normally really insecure when it comes to his body and is the one of us that's least likely to be seen shirtless. Once he manages to get it off, which takes a while, he proceeds to his jeans, taking them off as well. I try my best not to stare and luckily he doesn’t seem to notice anything, he just lays down again and pulls the covers up over his body. I wait for him to say something but he doesn’t, instead he moves closer to me and places his head on my chest. “Hey Ashie?”

“Yeah?” I look away from the poster on the wall across the room that looks like it’s about to fall down and that I’ve been staring at for the past minute, trying not to show how much him being this close affects me.

“Have anyone ever told you you smell like strawberries? Like strawberry caramels.” He asks, moving even closer to me, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck. It's like I forget how to speak when I feel him this close to me and it takes minutes before I manages to shake my head as an answer. "Do you taste like strawberries too Ashie?" I almost pass out when I feel his lips move over my skin and it takes all my willpower not to turn his face up and kiss him. But I can't, he probably won't remember any of this tomorrow and it wouldn't be fair.

"Mi-Mikey stop" I move away from him and he looks up at me, puppy eyes and everything. "You're drunk Mikey, you don't wanna do this" He pouts but doesn't say anything, instead he just lays his head back on my chest and closes his eyes.

"I'm in love with you Ashie" he mumbles. "I've just never been brave enough to tell you" before I get a chance to say anything he falls asleep and within minutes soft snores starts coming from him and I'm left alone with my thoughts. Did he really mean what he said? Will he remember this tomorrow? Will I finally get to be with him?