“Erm… babe?” Calum walks into your living room carrying your laptop.

You lift your head up to look up at your boyfriend, “Yeah?”

“What’s this?” he sat down beside you.

“What’s what?”

He tilts the screen at you, a rather X-rated article called “50 Ways to Keep Him Satisfied in Bed” appearing on the screen.

You blush bright red and lunge for it, resulting only in Calum removing it from your reach and you nearly face-planting into his crotch.

You pick yourself up but continue to make a grab for it, “Calum; give me it! There’s nothing for you to see. It’s not for you!”

He just laughs, “Unless you have another boyfriend I’d say you were Googling ways to keep me entertained.”

You gave up trying to save your skin, opting to curl up in a fuchsia ball of blush and despair on the couch with your hands over your face, “I need you to leave.”

Calum sets the laptop on the seat beside him and prods your leg with his right index finger, “It’s OK, y’know?” He was clearly amused.

You refuse to look up at him. You were so embarrassed. You didn’t want him knowing that you were a complete novice when it came to things of a sexual nature and didn’t want him to lose interest.

“Please, just go,” your voice was quiet.

“Not a chance,” and with that he stood up, picked you up off of couch, threw you over his shoulder fireman-style, causing you to giggle. He carries you over to the bedroom, “you’re gonna show me what you’ve learned.”

Luke sighed forcefully as he tapped his pencil on the table, distracting you from your studies. He was supposed to be tutoring you in preparation for an upcoming test.

You looked at him, “What’s up with you?”

Your voice broke him from a daydream, “Uh… nothing.”

“Then could you please be of some service? My mum doesn’t pay you to just sit around.”

“Your mum doesn’t pay me at all; I’m doing this as a favour to mine.”

You set your pencil down, “What did you do this time?”

His eyes widened in mock shock, “I didn’t do anything!”

You gave him a knowing look.

“OK… so I may have been playing guitar really loudly at three AM.”

You raised an eyebrow at him knowing that that he wasn’t telling you everything.

“… and I may have been drunk.”

“Bingo,” you smirked pointing your pencil lead at him before turning back to the maths homework that he was supposed to be helping you with.

You could feel him watching you as you tried to figure out the problems on the page.

“You’re so hot.”

“I feel fine.” You weren’t particularly paying attention.

This made him laugh, “You’re so innocent.”

“Like you aren’t?”

“What makes you say that?”

“We all know you talk a big game but, unless you’ve got a girl hidden upstairs ready for you for when I leave, you don’t exactly have much time to be getting any… experience.”

“Oh, really?”

“Hmm mhmm…” you bit the eraser end of your pencil, trying to concentrate on the equation in front of you.

Luke removed the pencil from your hand, causing you to look up; “How about I show you just how much experience I have and tutor you in something a lot less boring…?”

Michael watched you intensely from the other side of the counter as you iced the top of a cake you had baked for an upcoming event of his. He always loved to watch you as you worked, often stopping by just to observe you in your “natural habitat” as he put it. He seemed to enjoy it a little too much sometimes so you weren’t surprised when he had asked you to make the desserts for his party.

Feeling his eyes on you, you leaned forward a little more. Your low cut shirt gave him a glimpse of what you were hiding underneath. You saw him wriggle in his seat, causing you to smirk. He was getting turned on and making no efforts in concealing it.

You decided not to address it, or even him, choosing instead to exaggerate your movements. Your hands worked the piping bag skilfully, gripping it just tight enough to guide it around the tops of a batch of tester cupcakes you had made for him to try, the contents flowing out of it in a steady stream.

You snuck a look at his face; he was still shuffling in his place, his hands placed awkwardly over his lap, clearly trying to hide and keep control over his own equipment. You finished off the intricate details you had been piping and stood up straight. You were done.

You sashayed your way over to him, his undivided attention on you as you bent over his lap and pulled the tray of goodies closer to you. You heard him take in a sharp breath.

Picking up a cupcake as you returned upright, you made full eye contact with him and a subtle blushed crept onto his cheeks even though he was far from shy. Using your right index finger you removed a thin layer of frosting and licked it off seductively, not once taking your eyes off of him. He was starting to sweat. You peeled off the wrapper and parted your lips, biting into the spongy treat. You giggled when some of the frosting dripped onto his skinny jeans.

You bit down on your lower lip as you played innocent, fluttering your eyelashes at him; “Oops!”

You leaned into him, “Would you like a bite?”

His breath tickled your ear as he spoke; “I’d rather have a taste of something else.”

“Tell you what,” you pushed him away slightly, returning your hands to your shirt and undoing a couple more buttons.

Michael’s breath caught in his throat and, feeling that his lips had dried out, he slipped his tongue out and licked his upper lip slowly.

You finished unbuttoning your shirt and pulled the fabric away from your chest, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

You studied Ashton from the doorway as he practiced his drum skills in the privacy of his home. His muscles flexed and tightened with every beat that he bashed out. His eyes were closed. His hair was matted to his head, the moisture in the air causing the ends to curl. Sweat poured down his face, trickling down his neck as he gave all that he could, ever as dedicated to his occupation. Beads of sweat rolled down his naked torso; he had long abandoned his soaked-through singlet in favour of feeling his most free. He moved fluidly, a master of his craft. He gave his all yet looked so effortless. His movements were wild yet controlled as he honed his skills. His eyes remained closed, deep in concentration as if he was overcome by the beat, the vibrations flowing through his body. Just watching him in his element was enough to send you into overdrive. You slowly closed your eyes, taking him in. His drumming rang out through the room sending vibrations shaking the walls and crawling through the carpeted floor, exiting towards the door and flying up through your body sending shivers down your spine. Your heart hammered along with the beat, your body aching.

He caught you staring, immediately smirking. He knew exactly what watching him had been doing to you.

He licked his lips as he wiped the sweat from his eyes; “Like what you see?”

You nodded, a blush creeping over your cheeks.

You bit down on your bottom lip a little harder, “Fancy banging me as hard as you bang your drums?”

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