Preference #2 - Coming Home From Tour During The Night (Clean)
You were asleep up in your room. You knew the tour had just ended but you figured he’d be by the next afternoon. You hadn’t even tried to pick up yet, or do anything to prepare for Ashton’s return. Of course, some noises down in the rest of the house started during the night. You whined into your pillow before you became awake enough to question what the bloody hell was making the noises in your house. Even though you were just in your underwear and Ashton’s old shirt, you grabbed the heavy flashlight by your bed and padding down the stairs.
“Oh hey babe, I was just coming home… I’ll be up in a minute.” Ashton said with a big smile. You blinked at him and the flash light tumbled to the floor narrowly missing your foot. Ashton jumped at the bang but you kept staring at him standing still.
“I’m dreaming… And I’m going back to bed.” You mumbled turning around and shaking your head.
“You’re not dreaming!” Ashton called.
“No, no, no… I am dreaming. I’ve had the dream where you come back early before so I am going back to bed dream-Ashton, good night.” You said beginning to climb up the stairs.
“Babe… come on…” You heard his heavier footsteps fallowing you. Then you felt his big warm hand on your arm. That one touch and you knew it was real.
“Ashton?” You said in a whisper.
“There we go. I’m home, Y/N.” He said gently pulling you to him. You gingerly wrapped your arms around his shoulders, as if at any moment he’d have disappeared as if truly a dream.
“You’re really back…?” You whispered as you began to hug him tighter.
“Yup. Miss me?” He said with a smile.
“Yeah,” You confessed and he leaned in to kiss you briefly.
“Now, let’s go to the bedroom.” He said suddenly lifting you up in a princess carry.
“Are you gonna…?” You asked.
“Not tonight. I’m too exhausted and you were sleeping not ten minutes ago. Really, my plan was to just crawl in bed and hold you.” He admitted carrying you into the bedroom.
“So tomorrow then?”
“I’m all yours…” He said kissing your forehead laying you down on the bed.
“And I’m all yours…” You said.
“I love you.”
“Love you, too.”
“Now to the sleeping.” He said getting under the covers. He wrapped his arms around you under the sheets. “This is my favorite way to sleep…” He mumbled closing his eyes. You rolled yours snuggling against him, relishing in the moment you had. Tomorrow would be the fun stuff.
You were asleep when your phone vibrated under your pillow. You groaned as the noise reverberated through the fabric of your bed. While you pissed that someone had wrecked your sleep, you didn’t mind when you saw it was Cal. You knew the tour had ended so you were super excited to him soon.
“Hey sweetheart!” He said happily. It already brought a smile to your face.
“Hey Cal, how was the tour?” You asked sitting up in bed.
“Fantastic! But I’m outside. Can you let me in?” He said. You felt your heart speed up with anticipation.
“You’re outside?” You repeated.
“Yes and I don’t have a jacket so it’s getting fucking cold. Can you let me in?” He said and you scrambled out of the bed, in the process getting tangled in the sheets and landing on your butt.
“Ow…” You moaned. You stood up and moved toward the buzzer to let him into the apartment.
“Babe did you hurt yourself?” He said as he walked into the lobby.
“I fell on my ass.”
“I’ll kiss it better.”
“Hahaha kiss my ass.” You mumbled leaning on the wall by the door.
“I set that up brilliantly…”
“You’re going to have to anyway, for being gone so long…” You reply hearing him enter the elevator in the background.
“I won’t mind, but will you kiss me?” He asked. You heard the elevator door open so you hung up the phone and opened the apartment door.
“Of course. Welcome home.” You say as he steps up. Your arms naturally wrap around his neck pulling him down to your level. He smirks kissing you dropping his bag on the floor before bringing your body flush against his, in the place you both knew it fit even though it’d been months.
“Ok baby… I’m home.” He says pulling away, with that big smile of his. You giggle tracing your fingers lightly over the features of his face and the tattoos peeking out of his shirt, reveling in being able just to feel him again.
“You’re home.” You echoed smiling and giggling. Abruptly, his hands closed around you and you were in the air. In another moment, you were thrown over his shoulder. He kicked the door shut before jogging through the rest of your apartment. He tossed you lightly onto the bed laughing. He peeled off his skinny jeans and kicked off his shoes and tugged off his shirt before jumping onto the bed with you. He hurriedly threw the covers over your bodies tangling your limbs together.
“So, how much did you miss me?” He asked smiling.
“A lot…” You whispered as he leaned in to kiss you.
“I bet I missed you more…” He said his breath washing over your lips. “Hmm… I love you…” He said pulling you closer.
“I love you, too.” You whisper resting against his chest.
“Ok, go to sleep. I promise to kiss your ass tomorrow.” He said kissing the top of your head.
“Sounds good.” You mumble against him.
You were up to begin with, running around on your friend’s Minecraft server, just to amuse yourself. The tour was over so that meant Michael would be back within the text twenty-four hours. You knew if you stopped for a moment, you’d get nervous. Even if you tried to go to sleep, you’d just be thinking about what would happen when he got back, remembering all the times from before he left. If you weren’t gonna try to sleep, you’d start trying to fix your hair, your outfit, the house, everything. But by playing Minecraft, you could deny that reality while the back of your mind spun with those thoughts. You were on the bed focused but only focusing on not focusing on Michael’s return.
That was until a big mass jumped on top of you.
“Y/N! I’m home!” Michael said squeezing you.
“What the hell?!” You cried moving to slap him away.
“No! I’m home! I’m not letting you go!” He said holding you tighter.
“At least let me breathe!” You said closing your laptop. Once it was out of the way, Michael pulled you closer.
“Can you breathe?” He whispers above your ear.
“Uh huh…” You sigh.
“Good.” And he snuggled against you. You smiled to yourself, moving closer to him.
“I didn’t think you’d be back yet.” You said in the silence that had settled.
“I came back as soon as possible. I’m offended at the lack of welcome back cake.”
“How about welcome back kissing?”
“That is ideal…”
“Welcome back sex?”
“Don’t be a tease now…”
“Who was the one who partook in a lot of phone sex?”
“I initiated it, but you were quite willing.”
“I don’t remember it like that…”
“That’s ‘cause you like to act like you’re innocent, even though I know better.”
“Mikey, don’t you remember? Good girls are bad girls that haven’t been caught.” You said with a giggle.
“I caught you, now you’re mine.” He replied.
“Am I? I don’t know, there was this guy but he left for months so who really knows…” You said playfully. Suddenly, his lips were pushing against yours hard.
“But I bet no one else can do that stuff with you like I can.” He said holding you to him.
“I know, you’ve ruined me, made me unfit for anyone else.”
“Hahaha, yeah, remember that night… Our first time… Your first time…”
“You were surprisingly sweet and gentle… Even if you’re really kinky as hell…”
“I’m not that kinky, I’m mostly a pervert.”
“Did you creep on anyone else?”
“No… you’re my favorite one, because I can say it to you and watch you get both turned on and uncomfortable…”
“Yet somehow you even got me to love you.”
“I am the luckiest guy on earth.”
“That you are.”
“And now that I’m back in your bed, I am not getting out of it for weeks.” He said stretching and sliding the covers up over you.
“How will I ever get rid of you?” You sighed snuggling against him.
“You can’t, ever. You’re stuck with me.”
“I love you Mikey.”
“I love you too, don’t worry.”
“You say that…”
“I mean that.” You smiled to yourself at those words. He flicked off the lights, in another moment, he was breathing evenly.
“Typical…” You sighed resting your head on his chest to go to sleep as well.
“Night sweetie.” He breathed.
“You’re missing out on sex.”
“No, I am enjoying sleeping with you.” He mumbled wrapping you up in his arms.
“Hmm, then I’m missing out on sex…” You sighed.
“Tomorrow…” He said, his last word before he was actually asleep.
Tomorrow… The last word dancing through your head among the rainbows and celebrities and day dreams that filled your head in the moments before sleep. He’d be back home tomorrow. You could feel his touch tomorrow. You could hear his voice tomorrow. You could feel each other tomorrow. You only had to wait one more day and the only thing really standing between you and that day was the night. Ironic, considering the nighttime had become your favorite time since in dreams, it was like he’d never left. You’d had to bring yourself to the edge of exhaustion during the day, doing literally everything, just so you’d be able to sleep. Sleep was preferable. In sleep, time passed quicker, and time had been your enemy for the last few months.
Somewhere after a dream where Luke was the main actor in Footloose, you felt something moving around you in your haze as you turned over in your sleep. In that hazy state where you intended to do was turn over but the real world was mixed with dreams.
The second you felt the movement, you jolted awake without actually moving. Somewhere in your head, you cursed that something hairy like this would happen on the last night before he was back, when he could protect you. But you didn’t sleep with a lacrosse stick under your bed, within reach, for nothing. Without Luke you could protect yourself fine.
Without moving too much, you dropped your hand down over the side of the bed. Your fingers closed around the cool metal of the shaft. In a fluid movement you whacked the stick into the figure crawling toward you on the bed.
“Ow! Holy Fuck! Don’t hit me! Stop!” You got in a few more good hits before you recognized the voice.
“Sorry! I thought you were an intruder!” You said dropping the stick to the floor.
“So you beat me up? Hell of a way to welcome me back!” He said banging around as he roughly turned on the lamp. “Ow!” He said again, loudly, glaring just a little.
“Sorry! I didn’t meant to!” You said reaching out toward him. You’d hit his upper arm, side, and a leg.
“Least you missed my balls…” He sighed inspecting his body.
“What were you doing sneaking over the bed?” You asked crawling over to hug him gently from behind.
“I was getting into the bed with you.” He said rubbing his arm.
“Oh Luke… I’m sorry…” You said seeing the red marks.
“I keep forgetting you can pack a punch. Then I remember you bruised Michael playing a video game.”
“…Shit got a little too real…” You said kissing his shoulder.
“No kidding. That’s what I get for trying to be romantic or something…”
“I’m glad you’re back.” You said pressing your face into his back.
“Yet you hit me.” You said rubbing the marks.
“I was defending myself!”
“From your own boyfriend.”
“You were supposed to get here tomorrow.”
“Baby, it’s after midnight.”
“You little shit.”
“I wanted to be back with you sooner rather than later… then I couldn’t wake you up.”
“I love you though.”
“Even though I beat you up?”
“We are not telling the guys that.”
“Promise. We’ll just say you slipped on the stairs.”
“I wish that didn’t actually happen.”
“I love you.”
“Hmm… So can we actually get in the bed now? Without giving me more bruises?”
“Yeah… I’m so sorry…”
“Just be my nurse tomorrow. My voice is a bit messed up from all the shows…”
“Ok baby, didn’t know you were into costumes.”
“I knew you being friends with Michael would haunt me.”
“I love you baby.”
“I know… Now let’s just sleep. I’ve got no energy once you hit me.”
“Sweet dreams, Lukey.”
“Sweet dreams, Y/N.”