Luke: "Oh god babe, I miss you so much, I'm going crazy" Luke sighs, running a hand through his hair, you smile softly and chuckle "I miss you too Luke" you murmur, the two of you are talking over Skype and you can tell Luke is on edge "literally I've never been so horny in my life, all I can ever think of is you" he bites his lip, his blue eyes desperate, you smirk, deciding to toy with him "really?" You giggle, he nods "I got a boner on stage last night" he admits, his cheeks flushing and you burst out laughing "poor baby" you coo "if I was there, I'd suck you off right now" you smirk, his eyes go wide and he gulps "I know just how you like it, and I wouldn't even bother teasing you, I'd just deepthroat you right there, and swallow all your delicious, hot cum, and then I'd ride you so hard" you lick your lips and Luke closes his eyes, shaking his head "oh fuck baby, god I wish you were here, you see what you've done to me" he turns the camera so you can see the his hard on straining against his boxers, the head peeking out, precum dripping from it "dammit I have to go baby, this is starting to hurt, I wish you were here to deal with it for me" he moans, tossing his phone aside without even bothering to hang up.
Calum: You groan and rub your eyes, trying to locate your phone before the call ends, you squeal as you tumble over the side of your bed, your head knocking the night table "bleeding Christ" you hiss, grabbing your phone from the mass of blankets and answering it "I woke you up didn't I?" It's Calum, his voice thick and hoarse "no, no I've been up for hours baby, it's fine, but you don't sound too good, are you okay?" you ask gently, he sniffs and coughs loudly "I'm sick, Luke and Ashton gave me and Michael colds" he mumbles, he coughs again, louder and throatier, and suddenly there is a whole cacophony of coughing in the background "oh Cal, poor baby, I wish you were here so I could look after you" you bite your lip and climb back into your bed, nuzzling your face against Calum's pillow "me too" he sighs, you can hear him shifting in his bunk and coughing "what are you up to?" He asks, you immediately freeze, grinning sheepishly "you'll laugh" "promise I won't" he chuckles, you hesitate, biting your lip "I-I'm just...I was just...cuddling with your pillow" you admit, your face growing hot "awww you miss me baby" he coos, you laugh and pull the blanket up your legs "I suppose you could say that" you smile, before breaking off and yawning "oh shit I forgot it's late for you babe, I'm sorry, go back to sleep and we'll talk in the morning yeah? Oh and one more quick thing, I was looking for my Cobain shirt today, but I couldn't find it, do you have any clue where it is?" You giggle and smile "I might be wearing it" you admit, he laughs, but it swiftly turns into a cough "I better-better go" he pants in between coughs.
Ashton: You smile to yourself as you see Ashton's name pop up on Skype, chuckling, you answer the call "hi baby girl" Ashton grins, waving through the screen "it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding Ash" you warn him, he laughs and shakes his head "you're all the luck I need baby, and anyway I miss you, I wish you were here" he smiles warmly and winks at you "its only been a couple of hours Ashton" you giggle, he sighs and sticks his tounge out at you "I know but being here all alone in this hotel room knowing you're just down the hall in your tiny little pyjama bottoms, most likely not wearing a bra, is driving me insane" he mutters, biting his lip and running a hand through his curls "could I maybe...sneak over there? I miss you and now I'm all hard up for you baby and-" "Ash, we haven't had sex for two months so tomorrow can be special, I don't want to give up on that now" you say firmly, he groans, and gives you puppy dog eyes "please? Come on beautiful, just one time, I swear my balls have gone blue from lack of sex" he whines, pouting "nope, sorry babe" you laugh, shrugging.
Michael: You adjust your screaming seven month old daughter on your hip as you pour out a bowl of cereal for your seven year old son, nearly tripping over the hyperactive dog in the process "Trinity!" You yell, just as your fifteen year old daughter comes stomping down the stairs "no need to fucking shout mom" she snaps, brushing past you and out the door "watch your language" you growl "mom the milk's gone funny" your twelve year old son grumbles, showing you his bowl of cereal and chunky milk "oh god, I'm so sorry Andy, crap, okay um here take this and buy some breakfast for yourself and Damien on the way to school okay?" You sigh handing him a ten dollar bill just as your phone starts ringing with your husband's ringtone, you groan, ushering your sons out the door as you bounce a still screaming Ella on your hip, you grab your phone and balance it between your ear and shoulder as you scrape dog food into the dog's bowl "hey babe how're things?" Michael asks as you set Ella in her high chair and sit down heavily at the kitchen island "I wish you were here Mikey, everything is going terrible" you sniff, your eyes filling with tears "oh baby, I'm so sorry" he murmurs, you run a hand through your hair and stand up to make up a bottle for Ella "Trinity's being such a godamn teenager, and she's just-I can't handle her like you do and she knows it, and Andy keeps getting in trouble at school and Damien is always picking up Trinity's bad language and using it in school, and Ella's teething and I get no bloody sleep and I'm exhausted...Michael they are driving me insane, and the bloody dog is so irritating and I forgot to buy fucking milk and the laundy isn't done and I just..." you cover your face with your hand, sobbing "take a second to relax baby, please, look I'll be back in a week okay? Just hold on for a week okay baby? And we'll send the kids to my parents house for the weekend, just you and me hm?" You smile and nod "sounds perfect" you hum.
your kids are driving you crazy
