5SOS Preferences

He Can't Dance

Ashton: you posed for the camera, and Ashton gave you the thumbs up that he had snapped the photo.
"You look so cute in that," he smiled at you. You blushed as you watched him change it to his screensaver. The streets were empty in this little town. You had been exploring for hours now - you were miles away from the hotel where you were staying.
"Dance with me?" Ashton asked randomly.
You grinned at him and stuck your hand out. He pulled you into him and rested his other hand on your waist.
You laughed manically as he attempted to dance. He tripped over his feet a lot.
"Ash you really can't dance," you giggled. He scowled at you and spun you both around again, tripping over his feet and sending you both sprawling onto the floor. At least it was grass.
"Stop laughing at me!" He whined, moving to straddle you. You gazed up at him, and suddenly it didn't seem so funny anymore. His eyes were captivating.
He leaned down and kissed you passionately. Things got more intense by the second.
"We... We're still in public," you mumbled when his hands began to wander. He cursed.
"Wanna book ourselves into that hotel for an hour?" He smiled mischievously, pointing at a hotel down the street. You nodded enthusiastically.
"Fuck yes."

Calum: you panted breathlessly as you attempted to beat Calum to the beach. Why on earth had you thought a race would be a good idea?
"C'mon babe, you're slacking!" He yelled from what felt like miles ahead. You glared at him. He jogged back to you and offered you a piggy back ride, which you gratefully accepted. You couldn't breathe.
"Got your breath back yet?" He laughed as he dropped you onto the sand.
"Almost," you told him, closing your eyes and not making any effort to move.
"Good," he said. You screamed in surprise as he grabbed your arms and pulled you up, his hand finding its place on your waist as he began spinning you both around the beach.
"Calum, what're we doing?" You giggled breathlessly.
"We're dancing!"
"I hate to break it to you, but this is not dancing. What are you doing?"
He spun you and accidentally let go of your hand, sending you flying.
"Whoops!" He yelled, running and grabbing your hand again. He pulled you back into him with a little too much force, causing your bodies to collide. Your eyes met his and immediately you were kissing, unable to keep your lips apart for one more second.
"There's so many things I wanna do to you..." He growled onto your lips. You shivered, despite the heat.
"Wanna go home?"
"Absolutely."

Luke: you laughed at Luke as he gripped onto your waist and hand and paraded around the room with you.
"You can't dance, Luke!" You shouted through your giggles. He just grinned and kept going.
"I don't believe you! This is going great!"
He twirled you clumsily, almost sending you into the TV. You shook your head but he still wouldn't believe you about his poor dancing skills.
"Aaaand, DIP!" He yelled, taking you by surprise. You squealed, terrified that he was going to let you fall.
"Don't worry babe, I wouldn't drop you." He said in a low voice. There was a slight coating of sweat across his forehead and his hair was wild. He had never looked more attractive to you. He leaned forward and kissed you gently, sending tingles through your spine.
He pulled you up and stopped dancing with you, a look of confusion across his face.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" He grinned at you. You grabbed his shirt in your hands and yanked him towards you, your lips colliding perfectly.
"Oh," he mumbled onto your lips, before effortlessly grabbing your thighs and hoisting you upwards. That was even hotter. He dropped you down on the sofa and found his place on top of you.
"I might not be able to dance, [Y/N], but there's other things I can do..."

Michael: you flicked Michael. He grumbled at you but didn't open his eyes.
You were on a date in a forest that was right next to one of his hotels and he was 'sleeping off his food.'
"Mikey, I'm boreeed," you whined. He opened one eye and glared at you before closing it again. You sighed and laid down in a huff.
You were taken by surprise when Michael grabbed your hands and yanked you upwards. You hadn't even noticed him getting up.
He gripped onto your waist and pulled your bodies close together as he whirled your bodies around, twigs snapping beneath your feet as you danced.
"Mikey what are you doing?" You giggled.
"Dancing!"
"This is not dancing! You're awful!"
He looked mock offended, and tried to prove himself by doing a big twirl.
Seconds later you were both in the little river beside where you had been laying. You glared at him, but you couldn't even pretend to be mad about this. You both burst out laughing, your foreheads pressed against each other as you giggled.
"I can't believe you," you sighed eventually. He smiled and kissed you gently, his wet lips sliding against yours. You kissed him back, putting a little pressure behind it.
"Uh, this top is wet, we'd better take it off you," he mumbled, pulling your tee over your head quickly. You stripped each other off, piece by piece, until you were both completely naked in the river.
"I really hope nobody comes..." You murmured. He grinned mischievously.
"I can't say I agree." He replied with a wink.