Ashton:
You were feeling completely drained and wanted nothing more than to get home, take off your bra, change into comfy clothes and veg out on the sofa with Ashton. You'd been out for drinks with an old friend, the kind of friend that you did your absolute best to avoid because all she would talk about is herself and it would make you feel so crappy about yourself and make you want to punch her in the face.
You let out a thankful sigh as you walked through the door of your home and immediately kicked off the shoes that had been killing your feet. "Ash?". No reply.
"Ash? You home?" You called out again, looking round for him. He'd probably fallen asleep upstairs in front of the laptop. You went about your routine as usual, hanging up your coat, chucking your bag into the corner and removing all the items of clothing that were no longer necessary.
Tiredly you heaved yourself up stairs, unable to wait for comfiness and climbing into a warm bed but instead you got a very indecent surprise.
"Y/N!" Ashton yelled, jumping up quickly, pulling his hand out of his pants and throwing the laptop onto the floor. "I was just on twitter! Just looking! Nothing else..." His cheeks were bright red and his hair flustered as your eyes looked him up and down.
"Just twitter huh? The bulge in your pants says otherwise." You let out a small laugh as he dove into the pillow and buried his head in shame with a little groan. "Oh baby... I caught you in the act!" Giggling loudly as you say yourself onto the bed next to him and ran a comforting hand up his bare back.
"Please don't talk about it ever."
"No way, I'm going to be making jokes about this at our 40th wedding anniversary." He whined again and pushed his face even further into the pillow.
Calum:
Getting out of bed had become more of a chore than anything, it was summer. Summer is meant for laying in bed and binge watching TV shows until you fall asleep with food smushed on your face and looking like you haven't showered for eleven days.
But today you had a job interview and it was very important that you looked your best because you needed money. The amount of merch that you wanted had grown to an increasingly difficult amount and money was desperately needed.
Grunting loudly, you rolled yourself out of bed, sitting still for a moment as your head span. Confusion took over for a second as you realised Calum wasn't in his usual place next to you but then again it was early in the morning, he was probably out doing something band related, you usually slept until late in the afternoon and he was usually home by then and you made a small vow to try waking up a bit earlier. You stood up and allowed a moment for gravity to reasert itself before slumping off to the shower.
"Calum!" You cried out in shock. "What the hell are you doing?!" Calum was stood on a small step ladder in front of the mirror and he was completely nude. He had a pair of scissors hovering above his crotch and he had that 'deer in the headlights' look plastered on his face as he stood frozen.
"Well hey..."
"Calum Hood. Please. Please, please, please tell me I haven't just caught you cutting your pubes..."
"Guilty." He grinned unabashedly.
"Oh my goodness. Do you have any modesty?" You frowned at him grimly, not sure whether to laugh or cringe in horror.
He laughed outwardly, "Not really. But now that you're here... Sexy shower time?" His brows wiggled suggestively and you had to hold back a laugh that you knew would hurt his feelings.
