Ashton: You sit on your couch absentmindedly scrolling through your tumblr when your older brother walks in. You look up and are surprised to see his friend, Ashton, with him. “Ashton’s over,” your brother states, sitting on the other end of the couch and turning on the Xbox. “I see that,” you reply coolly. “Hey, y/n” Ashton greets, smiling. He squeezes between you and your brother. “Hey,” you respond. They select a game and you notice that it’s one you actually like. “Can I play?” you ask. Your brother groans, but it’s Ashton who responds, “If you can handle it,” and hands you a controller. You win the first round and Ashton looks at you in surprise. “I didn’t know you were actually good,” he states, impressed. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” you reply so only Ashton can hear. He looks you over and nods slowly, as if wondering what he has yet to find out about his best friend’s barely-younger sister. The three of you continue playing and the game gets more and more heated as Ashton’s competitive side comes out to match your own. A half hour later your mom calls your brother’s name and he pauses the game to go see what it is she needs. You and Ashton sit in silence for a moment before he turns to you. “So,” he begins, “What don’t I know about you?” You turn to face him and notice that the two of you are closer than you had expected. “Well,” you begin in a voice barely above a whisper, “I’m not my brother’s innocent little sister that he likes to believe I am.” “I had a feeling you’d say that,” Ashton responds before crashing his lips to your own, pushing you back and laying on top of you on the couch, propping himself up with his elbows on either side of you. You tangle your hands into his hair and allow his tongue to slip into your mouth. Suddenly you hear your brother’s voice from down the hall, “Got it, mom!” He shouts. “I’ll do it tomorrow!” His voice gets louder as he gets closer. Ashton pushes himself off of you and sits up as you quickly smooth your hair. “Sorry about that,” your brother says as he enters the room, “and sorry you were stuck with my little sis.” “Oh! Uh, that’s alright,” Ashton stutters, his cheeks turning red. “She’s not that bad.”
Michael: You ring the doorbell and only have to wait a few seconds before Michael opens it. “Hey.” he says with a little wave before leading you to his room. “You ready to start?” You ask, dropping your backpack and sitting on the edge of his bed. He nods and sits next to you. “I had an idea for our experiment…” you hear him begin. You get so absorbed in watching the way his eyes light up and the way his mouth curves into a smile that you forget to listen to him. “Sound good?” He asks, bringing you back to earth. “Oh, uh, ya,” you stutter, “How do we start?” “Well we’ll need the lights off,” he says simply. You cross his room and flip the light switch, plunging you into complete darkness. “Wait where are you?” you ask, stretching your hands in front of you. “Follow my voice!” he says. You take a few steps forward and your hands find his chest. “Oh! Sorry!” You draw your hands away quickly and sit next to him carefully. “Here!” You hear Michael’s voice before a flashlight clicks on, illuminating Michael’s face much closer to you than you had expected. The room goes silent as you both almost subconsciously lean in. His lips graze your own when you jump back. “No!” You practically shout. “Uh, I can’t. You dated my best friend,” you explain. “That’s in the past,” he murmurs, leaning in again. “I can’t,” you state, standing up, “She’d kill me.” You grab your backpack quickly. “Let’s work a different night,” you suggest before leaving the room at a run.
Calum: You look up from your camera as the four boys that make up 5 Seconds of Summer walk through the door. “Hello, boys!” You greet them. “We have four photographers working today,” you begin, “so we are going to be doing individual shots. Go to hair and makeup and then you’ll be sent to separate rooms for the photo shoot,” you instruct. You go into the room you were assigned and begin setting up your equipment, In just a few minutes the door is opened and Calum walks in wearing jeans and an unbuttoned shirt showing off his body. “Okay,” you say, clapping your hands. “For today’s shoot I want you to think sexy.” “That’s easy,” Calum jokes, “I’m always sexy.” “Then we’ll be done quickly,” you respond. You soon find, however, that Calum is not as good at looking sexy as he had thought. “I need more, Cal!” You say for the fifth time. He groans in frustration and runs a hand through his hair. “I can’t!” he shouts, growing frustrated. You snap a picture.”That was much better!” You say, pleased. And you had an idea. You ran over to Calum and ruffled his hair a little. “What are you doing?” He asked warily. “Making you sexy,” you responded simply. You took a step back and looked at him. You had to admit he was attractive, and had to remind yourself of the strictly professional relationship you were supposed to have with these boys. You stepped toward him again. “Almost there,” you mutter, stepping closer than necessary so that your bodies were only an inch apart. Your hands grabbed his shirt and slid it from his arms slowly. Your hands slid down his chest and abs until your fingers were playing with the waist of his jeans. You tugged them down a bit, exposing his v-line. When you look back up he is grinning down at you. “It’s for the shoot,” you mumbled as your hands run back up his chest and find themselves wrapped in his hair. “Mhm,” he murmured, leaning toward you. “Calum I -” “No one has to know,” he interrupted, a cheeky grin dancing across his face. You pulled him toward you by his hair so your lips connected with his. He bit your lip playfully and pulled you up so your legs wrap around him, But before things got more heated you heard “5 minutes until closing,” over the speaker and pulled away in a rush. “We have to get those pictures!” You exclaimed, running to the camera. Calum groaned. “If it helps, you are so sexy right now” you complimented with a grin.
Luke: You were sleeping over at your best friend’s house. Well, she was sleeping. You couldn’t sleep, so you decided you needed a glass of water and headed down the hall to the kitchen.You were surprised to see that you weren’t alone. “Luke!” you exclaimed in surprise, seeing your best friend’s brother standing by the fridge in his pajama pants. “Y/n!” He says, equally surprised, “I, uh, I didn’t know you were over.” His eyes travel from your face down and back up. Suddenly you become aware that you are wearing only yoga pants and a sports bra. The two of you look at each other for a minute before you clear your throat. “Uh, what’s up?” Luke asks lamely. “Couldn’t sleep,” you say with a shrug. “Me either,” Luke responds. You nod, all too aware of the uncomfortable tension between the two of you. Luke was only a year older than you and you had had a thing for him for a few years now, but you never planned to act on it. He was your best friend’s brother! It was Luke’s turn to clear his throat, bringing you back to reality. “So how’s your band thing?” you ask, “Aren’t you going to America soon?” “Ya we actually leave in a few days,” Luke responds, You can tell he’s excited. “You guys are pretty big now!” You state. “I mean, I know all the girls would love to have you,” you add, feeling your cheeks heat up. “All the girls?” Luke asks quietly. You meet his eyes and nod . A smirk plays across his face. “If - if you can’t sleep,” Luke says quietly, running a nervous hand through his hair, “Maybe you could come help me pack?” You can tell that Luke has no intention of packing tonight, but you don’t care. You nod and he leads you back down the hall to the room next to your friends - his room. You follow him in and he immediately shuts the door behind you, slamming you against it and kissing you hard. He kisses up your jaw, nibbling lightly at your sweet spot. You moan quietly. His lips reach your ear and he whispers, “You’re gonna have to bite back your moaning, y/n, my little sister is sleeping.” You push your hips forward so they grind against his own as he lets out a breathy moan. You grip his hair and pull his head down so his ear is level with your lips. “My best friend is asleep, Luke, control your moaning,” you whisper into his ear before nibbling it gently and returning to his lips. “Your best friend’s brother, y/n?” Luke spoke softly before kissing your neck, He pulled away and leaned over you saying, “what a naughty, sneaky girl. Someone needs to teach you a lesson.”
