5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences

Showering Together

A/N:

These were supposed to turn out as fluffiness but somehow ended up in another category? Regardless, enjoy yet a new preference! was the one coming up with Michael's version so prompts to my Croatian chick (Y)

Luke:

"Luke." You whined, dragging out the last vowel of his name and listened as your voice echoed in the large shower. He hummed lightly in response, a small smirk embracing his face. His lips came down to kiss your neck, tightening his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to his chest. "You're hugging all the hot water!" His laughter filled the shower, mixing in between the water falling down onto the warm tiles and he nodded his head agreeing. With his broad shoulders covering you up, his arms wrapped around your body and his chin resting on top of your head it was difficult for you to access any of the water. Loosening his arms from your grip he placed his hands on your hips instead and spun you around. "We're wasting so much water you know that right?" You asked, smiling up at him when he pressed his lips against your forehead. He was squeezing his eyes by the warm water falling in the middle between you, his hair flat and almost falling into his eyes. "I'm the one paying. If you ask me I could stay in here forever." Luke grinned and moved his hand behind him to increase the volume of water, smirking. You rolled your eyes by his act and turned around to grab shampoo bottle standing on the shelf. But by the sudden vision of your ass Luke didn't hesitate to smack it while you were bowing down, laughing loudly when you knocked every single bottle on the shelf. You glanced over your shoulder, sending him a death glare but by his enormous smile playing on his lips you couldn't prevent the giggle escaping your lips. "You are the most annoying person ever." You giggled and smacked him in the arm, and he reacted like he was fake hurt and grabbed you by the arm. "You love me, admit it." He whispered with a grin, took the shampoo out of your hands and moved you around again. You rolled your eyes by his act but regardless leaned your head back, allowing him to fill his hand up with shampoo and caress it in your hair. No matter how many times you told him he was using too much, he would teasingly fill his huge hand up with shampoo, throwing the almost empty bottle onto the tiles. He was a tease and he knew it but there was nothing he enjoyed more than morning showers with his rack of sunshine.

Calum:

Calum squeezed his eyes shut when he moved is face into the running water, his mouth scrunching up by the warmth hitting his skin and letting the shampoo rinse out of his dark hair. He hummed lightly to the tunes of Bring Me The Horizon blasting out from his Apple speaker, mixing of with the sound of water and echoes in the small bathroom. It was past midnight but he honestly didn't care. A nightmare had woken him up, almost drowning the sheets along with sweat dampen his whole body. He needed to rinse everything off, clear his mind for good and enjoy the moment of silence. Showers were one of his favourite things to date, it was the place where he allowed himself to think about his day, whether it was in the morning or late at night. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't even register the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing. You sneakily jumped out of your nightgown before opening the curtain, trying your best not to startle him when you placed a hand to his shoulder. "Fuck." He breathed and turned around, his eyes wide but he calmed down by the sight of you. "What are you doing here?" He asked confused, wondering why you weren't sleeping. "You're not that quiet of a person." You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck, squeezing your eyes when his hand found your hips and pulled you into the falling water. "Well I can never complain about being accompanied in the shower." He hummed and kissed your wet hair, letting go to reach behind you and grab the body shampoo. "And you joined at the right time." He grinned and filled his hands with soap. You smiled up at him teasingly, watching him as he rubbed the soap between his hands and started out by your shoulders. He smirked down at you while pressing his chest against yours to come closer. His hands caressed your shoulder blades and your lower back. A teasing smile appeared on his lips and he stuck his tongue out when he came to your ass, letting the soap so it's work. Without warning he came down to your thighs, lifted you up with ease and pressed you against the warm tiles of the shower. "If this happens every time you join my shower our water build will explode."

Michael:

A small squeal filled the bathroom the second Michael pressed you against the cold tiles, his hands roaming your body while his lips were kissing you hungrily. It was a wonder how he had managed to fit the both of you into the small crowded shower and it sure as hell was tight but none of you minded. It was steamy, the water running down on your naked bodies while your hands were tucking in his blond locks. And even though the current situation was so intimate, you couldn't control your giggle every time Michael would try press closer to you, eventually slipping and his whole body jolting by the lack of balance. "Why didn't we just use the bed, would have been much for comfortable." You mumbled against his lips. He moved back and smiled down at you softly with a sentence playing on his tongue. But instead of saying anything he looked down at your body, his eyebrows furrowing. "What?" You asked confused, looked at him odd and noticed his weird stare at you. "This time it's not me." He mentioned and pointed down at your feet, seeing the poodle of water around your feet having the color of brown. "What the hell is this even?" He added and took a step back, his shoulders connecting with the shower curtain. Coloring the shower water only happened when he had strong hair colors in his hair but with the blond locks, nothing made sense in his mind. "You idiot." You cooed and rolled your eyes, "It's my goddamn dry shampoo, Michael. I used it yesterday because I didn't shower. " Michael's face expression changed between confusion, disgust and understanding. "Well that makes more sense. But god, it looks nasty." He commented and scrunched his nose. "Wait, you didn't shower for two days?" He looked up with furrowed eyebrows, his eyes squeezing by the water from the shower head and you scoffed at him, "You didn't shower for a whole week on the last tour after Europe!" Your argument made him widen his eyes and shake his head disagreeing. "You don't have any proof to that." He stated and placed his lips back on yours. "No but I assume you started kissing me to shut up?" You smirked against the kiss and pressed your forehead against. "Maybe." Michael hummed and found your lips against, pressing you against the dampen tiles and lifted your hands above your head.

Ashton:

Ashton hovered over the sink, a toothbrush hanging loosely in his mouth while his tired eyes stared at the reflection in front of him. He was having a battling time, trying to fight the chance to not fall asleep and not let tiredness in his veins overwhelm him. Who even decided to meet up at 6am in the fucking studio anyways, Michael clearly wouldn't meet up so why should he? Even if Ashton was a morning person, always had the ability to be happy at crappy mornings this was an exception. He was drained of energy, could barely focus on anything and the bags below his eyes were huge. He barely registered when you walked into the bathroom, a red towel in your hand and fresh underwear on top of the pile. "Tired?" You chuckled and watched him raise his middle finger, not interested in early morning conversations. "Okay crappy. Come on, at least take a shower with me. That will fresh you up and get the old gel out of your hair." You smiled and ran a hand through his matted curls. He nodded his head agreeing, placed his tooth brush back in the mug and stripped down with you. You were the first one to walk into the shower, grabbed the shower head and turned on the water. Ashton was following suit after, standing behind you and watching as you waited for the water to heat up. "Hey Ash, is this alright?" You asked teasingly and didn't give him time to react, pointing the shower head towards him. A girlish squeal escaped his lips and he pressed himself against the cold tiles, his eyes wide with fear. "What the fuck Y/N?" He exclaimed, squirming and pressing his body harder against the wall when you threatened with the shower head again. "What? We're just testing out the temperature. You seem ten times more awake now." You laughed out loud, your giggle echoing in the bathroom. Ashton rolled his eyes and mimicked your words. He removed himself from the wall and composed himself, a small smile appearing on his lips. "Fine. I assume you won't mind testing it out as well." He reached forward and snatched the shower head from you, pointing the shower head towards you and reversing the roles. It revolved in the two of you fooling around, knocking down the shampoo bottles and letting the whole room being filled with your giggles and amusement by teasing each other.