My hero - Michael Clifford

Ch7 - More?

Hello! Hope you all enjoyed the last chapter. Feels good to be back writing & I'm finally feeling confident to write smut. Gonna maybe whack a few new POVs in over the next few chapters & give this all a bit more depth. Anyway, enjoy.

***Jenna's POV***

"Good morning," Michael laughed as I groaned and stretched before rolling over and cuddling against his side.
"Morning, what's for breakfast? I'm starving," I smiled sleepily up at him.
"I'm not surprised you're hungry, you got quite the workout last night," Ashton deadpanned as he walked through the door to the hotel bedroom.
"Ash!" I squealed, as Michael pulled the duvet right up over my shoulders.
"Oh. Sorry. Don't worry, I didn't see anything. Except Michael's nipples but I've seen those before," Ashton grinned sheepishly as he perched on the end of the bed.
"Ashton, what do you want?" Michael asked as I laughed.
"Well, I came to wake you guys up because we have to leave for the venue in two hours and figured it might take you a while to drag yourselves away from each other long enough to put clothes on," Ashton smirked, jumping out of the way of the pillow Michael threw in his direction.
"Also to say that we've been told to order food from room service instead of going downstairs," Ashton added as he headed for the door.
"Thanks Ash!" I shouted after him, shifting position so I was laid almost completely on top of Michael.
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"Room service!" The knock on the door was accompanied by a shout, waking me up again.
"Babe you're gonna have to get that, I'm in the shower!" Michael called from the bathroom.
I rolled out of bed and grabbed the tee Michael had abandoned over the chair on my way to the door. I yanked it over my head and opened the door wide. The waiter rolled the trolley into the room, held a sheet out for me to sign and left with a nod.
I instantly lifted the tops off the platters, grabbing a slice of toast and biting into it.
"That was a very sexual moan for someone eating toast," Michael commented with a laugh. I turned around to see him leaning against the door frame with a towel slung round his hips and a smirk on his face.
"You wish you could get me to make that noise," I joked, biting into a hash brown.
"Trust me babe, I definitely can," he winked, walking towards me, only to bypass me and grab a hash brown from the plate behind me.
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"Are you coming to soundcheck babe?" Michael asked as he got to his feet, responding to a call over the arena's internal speakers.
"I need to get through some of this work," I sighed, looking up from the English revision I was working on.
"Don't work too hard," he smiled, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. "See you soon."
"Miss you already," I replied, head already back down to carry on with revising. It was Easter break at college, but I still had three subjects with exams in the next couple of months.

***Michael's POV***

"Can I get the bass turned up?" I asked down the mic, as we ended checking our first song.
"Oh," Luke giggled. "Do you need some more?"
"Fucks sake," I muttered, glaring at him.

"Bro you should know the walls are paper thin," Calum laughed as I complained about Luke and Ashton ribbing me the entire way through soundcheck. I pushed the door to the dressing room open, rolling my eyes.
"I finally get laid and you're being mean about it," Jenna had her back to the door, knelt at the coffee table where her revision was spread out, laughing down the phone. "Literally ruining the best night of my life."
"Well that's flattering," I whispered in her ear, dropping on the sofa behind her.
"Michael!" She gasped, pressing her hand to her chest. Immediately laughing down the phone, and leaning back into the space between my legs.
"Nah babe he just got back from soundcheck and made me jump," she laughed, tipping her head back to grin up at me. I leant over to kiss her forehead.
"MORE MICHAEL MORE!" Luke and Ashton yelled as they burst through the door.
"You should really talk to Luke and Ashton, they're as mean as you," Jenna told whoever was on the other end of the phone.
Rebecca? I mouthed, flipping Ashton and Luke off. She nodded in reply, reaching up to lace her fingers through mine. I brought the back of her hand to my lips and planted slow kisses all over, not dropping eye contact.
"I'm gonna go babe, think me and Mike are going to get food," Jenna muttered down the phone, hanging up and putting the phone on the floor without waiting for a response.