A/n This was quite fun to write not gonna lie, thanks for the request and don't forget that requests are open.
I walk into the kitchen of the boys shared home the next morning in Mikey's Metallica shirt and underwear. Probably not the best move considering the fact that they were all there eating their breakfast. Ash literally drops the toast he was eating when I walk in the room. The other boys smirk at me with an evil glint in each of their eyes. "So Taylor, I see that Mikey got feisty last night eh?" Cal says cheekily. My eyebrows furrow in confusion, then Ash awkwardly points to his neck. My eyes go wide and my hand flies up to cover the bruises left there last night by Mikey.
"MICHAEL GORDON CLIFFORD, GET YOUR SORRY ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!!" I yell at the stairs. Mikey slowly makes his way down the stairs where I'm waiting my arms folded across my chest. When he sees the dark purple bruises and love bites he left, he stifles a giggle. "Mike, I have to go to work today and Lucia told me not to get any more hickeys before shows." I groan to him. He wraps his arms around my waist and uses his chubby little fingers to draw on my exposed skin. "I'm sorry baby." He pouts. I give in and lean up to give him a kiss. When our lips connect, he swipes his tongue along my lip - begging for entrance. I part my lips slightly and let him in. A subtle cough is made behind us and we pull away. We're met by the awkward looks of three boys. "Ok, Mikey, Cal I need both of you to come with me right now!" Luke demands, pulling Cal by his collar. "W-why?" Mikey asks with a pout. "We are going for a run. You need to burn off some sexual energy and Cal wants to play soccer a bit again so he needs to get in shape." Luke says as he pulls the boys out of the room. "Are you saying I'm not in shape right now, because thousands of girls everywhere disagree with that." Cal pouts as he leaves the house. I glance at Ash nervously - his head is down, looking at his toast, he is biting his bottom lip and his hair is dishevelled from waking up. I can't help myself - I stride over there and kiss him, full on his mouth. He just looked so cute, and after last night when he saw me naked, I had been thinking of him so much. He hesitates for a moment before kissing me back. Let's just say one thing lead to another and next thing I know, we are going through the door of his bedroom - my legs wrapped around his waist, his hands on my ass. Lips still attached though. He tosses me on the bed and throws his shirt on the floor. He climbs on the bed, so that he is hovering over me. I flip him over so that I am straddling his waist. His fingers start playing with the hem of Mikey's tee shirt. Mikey. Oh shit. I pull away and straighten out my shirt. Ash looks just about as guilty as I feel. He reaches over and pulls his shirt back over his head. "I'm sorry. That was wrong, Mikey is my best mate. It wouldn't be right." I nod my head, my eyes cast downwards. "Yeah, but we don't have to go that far. Making out is always fun." I suggest. He smiles and hovers back over me. Our lips connect and he swipes my lip. I let him in and we continue to have a heated make out session. That is until the door swings open to reveal my multi coloured haired boyfriend.
