Hi my fantastically amazing readers!

After another year, I have finally got around to writing a third installment in the 'One Small Truth' series! If you haven't read 'One Small Truth' or 'One Small Action' then go give them a read. This is a 5sos ot4 story, so just a pre-warning to anyone that this is a foursome story. Thank you so much for being patient, and for being so supportive. This would never have turned into a series if it wasn't for all of you! The biggest thank you ever goes out to all of you for the never ending love and support you have given me, so massive round of applause for yourselves! Any swear words have been accented so that wattpad would allow the story to be available for the public to read. I worked so hard on this for your enjoyment, so please do enjoy! I'm really proud of this story, and I hope you all love it as much as I do! Please let me know if you like the story by giving me likes, comments, and following me! :)

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Sophie xxxxxx

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One Small Idea

It had been a few weeks since the four boys had had their sex scene in the shower. Their plans for round three the following day had been postponed when their management team had called and booked them in for weeks of back-to-back studio recordings.

They had broken off here and there into pairs, continually switching up to have a quick blow job or hand job when they had some spare time.

It was starting to wear the boys down though, and they were all getting rather antsy. All expect Michael, of course, who was just so pissed off now about not getting to fúck his boyfriends, that he was hell to deal with.

He snapped at their management team, barely played the part of excitement when he was on the stage, and even when he was near the boys, he kept his distance and brooded in the corner.

Finally, Luke had had enough. When Michael was in the recording booth laying down a track, Luke pulled Ashton and Calum off to the side and away from Michael's view.

"I'm fúcking sick of this. We haven't had one free moment in weeks. And I can't take one more day of Michael acting like this. If one of us, and I would prefer it be me, doesn't fúck Michael so hard he can't walk for the next month in the next few hours, I'm going to quit," Luke snapped.

Calum hesitated for a brief second, before he pulled Luke into his arms and started to kiss up and down his neck to calm him down.

Ashton, noticing Calum was now a little bit preoccupied, spoke up. "You don't think we're all frustrated, Luke? None of us have been fúcked in weeks. And with us all living in the same damn room, the sexual tension and frustration is high. It's been busy, but I agree with you. More than anything, Michael needs to get fúcked into tomorrow. I can't keep seeing him this pissed."

"Then what do we do? We've got no free time on our hands whatsoever. We finish up here, go straight to the office to do that interview, and then it's off to the arena for the show tonight with 1D. What the hell are we supposed to do?" Luke asked, tilting his head to allow Calum better access.

Ashton pursed his lips for a second, his eyebrows scrunching together as he let himself fall deep in thought. It didn't take long for Calum to clear his throat.

Ashton snapped his attention up to Cal. "You gotta stop doing that, babe. You're fúcking hot as hell when your deep in thought," Calum said, his voice cracking.

Pursing his lips again, Ashton gave Calum a sympathetic look. "Sorry, Cal," he said. Shaking his head, he ran his hands over his face and let out a long sigh.

In the middle of taking another deep breath, Ashton half gasped. Luke and Calum immediately looked at Ashton. "Ash, are you alright? Come here," Luke said quickly, pulling himself away from Calum to reach out for his older lover.

Ashton instinctively leaned into Luke as Luke's arms wrapped around his waist. Calum came up to Ashton's side and started running his fingers through his curls.

"I'm alright. I just had an idea, and I think you're both going to love it," Ashton said, his eyes twinkling as he looked up and caught his two younger lovers eyes.

Ashton told his other bandmates his plan, and if there was a sudden air of desire in the room, they sure hoped no one else would notice.

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An hour later, the four boys were in a car being taken to the office for their interview. Back in the studio, as soon as Ashton had told the boys their plan, they had gone back and watched Michael finish his recording.

When Michael looked out and saw the others standing there, he knew something was up. The way they were all looking at him couldn't mean good news. He had been pestering since he was done recording what was going on, but everyone was remaining tight lipped.

"Why are you all being such fúckheads? Something's going on and you're not telling me. I deserve to know," Michael snapped angrily.

Ashton ran his fingers tenderly through Michael's now pale blonde hair. "Relax, sweetheart. Nothing is going on at all. If there was something going on, we'd tell you," he murmured into Michael's ear, before sucking a kiss behind it. Michael relaxed, the tension ebbing away from his shoulders.

He leaned his weight into Ashton, but his eyes landed on Luke, who was tracing lazy patterns into his thigh.

"We love you," Luke said softly, a glint of something mischievous in his eyes. Michael just nodded, and let himself get lost in the gentle touches from his boyfriends.

All too soon they arrived at the office where the interview would take place. Their management refused to allow them to do the interview anywhere but their headquarters. Normally, this would be a drag, but this time, Ashton had a plan up his sleeve.

The boys were led to a rather large office far away from prying eyes and ears, where they were told to wait for the interviewer. They also happened to be early, thanks to Ashton pulling some strings, so they had a little while to wait. The receptionist left the room and closed the door.

"Isn't this just fúcking fantastic? Now we have to waste time waiting around from some dumb interview we don't even want to do," Michael complained, dropping heavily into one of the chairs and sighing. The other boys remained by the door.

Ashton smirked and looked at Luke and Calum. The younger two had to bite their tongues to not give their plan away too quickly. Ashton locked eyes with Calum, and motioned with his head towards Michael.

Picking up Ashton's thoughts, Calum slipped away and moved towards Michael. "You know," he drawled, as he combed his fingers through Michael's blond locks, "This actually is pretty fúcking fantastic."

Michael looked up at Calum in utter confusion. "How is that fantastic in any way? We're going to be late for rehearsals because of this. And then we'll be shít on stage tonight," Michael argued.

Calum glanced back at Ashton and Luke, and rolled his eyes. "May I?" he asked, looking to Ashton for permission.

"Go ahead, he needs it," Ashton answered cryptically.

With the go ahead he was looking for, Calum stepped in front of Michael, swiftly knocked his right foot so his legs were spread wider, and promptly straddled Michael's lap. He instantly grinded down, and rotated his hips as he lowered himself into the perfect position in Michael's lap.

Michael let out a loud groan, his hips snapping up to meet Calum's desperately. Calum smirked, and shifted his body to start grinding into Michael at a steady pace.

Desperate for more, Michael tried to thrust up to meet Calum's hips, but Ashton's arms suddenly held him down.

The drummer clicked his tongue in his mouth in a disappointed manner. "Uh uh. Calum here is going to give you a little lap dance, if you will. And you are going to sit there and take every second of it. If you even try anything like this again," Ashton said, tapping his fingers on Michael's hips, "Calum will stop and you'll get nothing. Am I clear?" he asked.

Michael nodded furiously. "Y-yes, yes," he stuttered out.

This seemed to please Ashton, as he nodded to Calum once again. "You may continue," he said to Calum with a smirk.

Calum grinned before rolling his hips forward into Michael's thickening cóck, and rocking backwards to drag his own hard-on across Michael's thighs. The older boy shuddered, and let out a desperate whine.

Ashton then nodded at Luke, who smirked and moved to crouch down behind Michael's chair. He then attached his lips to Michael's neck. He started off soft, trailing kisses over the pale skin, before quickly becoming rough. He bit down on Michael's neck, leaving a deep red mark.

Michael gasped and fought desperately to move closer to Luke's lips. "Fúck, Lukeee," Michael groaned, extending Luke's name as he bared his neck towards Luke.

"Uh uh," Ashton said, tugging at Michael's hair, causing him to yelp. "What did I just say to you? You're going to sit and take this. What do you say?"

"Yes daddy," Michael whined, looking up at Ashton with a lustful look. Ashton grinned and leaned down to capture Michael's lips in a messy kiss. Just as Ashton pushed his tongue into the younger boys' mouth, Calum grinded down and rubbed his clothed erectíon against Michael's, causing a burning friction.

Michael screamed into Ashton's mouth, the sensations washing over him in a deliciously tantalizing way. Ashton tore his mouth away from Michael's and started to suck kisses into his jaw.

"Calum, give him more," Ashton spoke up, glancing up from Michael's jaw to look at Calum. The bassist leaned forward and hungrily kissed Ashton. After a few long seconds, he pulled back, biting Ashton's lower lip and tugging on it as he did.

"Of course, daddy," Calum teased, snagging Ashton's lips into another quick kiss before he focused back on Michael.

Ashton shivered, Calum's words going straight to his díck. He dragged his eyes away from the bassist, and looked over at Luke, who was marking Michael's neck. Dark red marks covered the pale skin of his neck. Ashton nodded approvingly at Luke's work.

Luke moved his lips up from Michael's neck to his ear. He sucked a love bite behind his ear before he blew air over it. Michael shivered and let out a broken whine.

While Luke was distracting him, Calum took the opportunity to rock backwards and tug Michael's shirt upwards. When he rotated his hips back down into the older boys', he ran his fingernails up Michael's chest.

Michael's attention snapped back to Calum, and he let out a sinful moan. "Cal-fúck-Calum!" Michael yelled out. With a smirk, Calum nudged Luke, who got the hint. Luke pulled Ashton back for a second, which gave Calum the perfect opportunity to rip Michael's shirt off.

The bassist started to grind into Michael with more zeal, his hands roaming over the guitarist bare chest. Michael's hips rutted up, and his hands came up to tug frantically at Calum's shirt.

The bassist let out a guttural moan, throwing his head back in pleasure. Ashton nudged against Calum, nodding his head backwards slightly. Calum bit his lip before he pulled away from his older lover. Michael let out a pathetic whine, reaching out for the dark haired boy.

Ashton chuckled darkly in Michael's ear, pushing his hips down again. "How many times do I have to tell you to behave yourself?" he asked, tugging at Michael's hair.

Michael just moaned in response, his eyes darting between his lovers, hunger etched across his face.

"Do you want us to continue?" Ashton asked, his fingers grazing and squeezing one of Michael's nípples. In response, Michael arched into Ashton's touch, and whined so pathetically it made Ashton laugh.

"Last time I'm going to say it. Are you going to be a good boy?" the oldest asked, his voice dropping into a low and scratchy tone.

"Yes, daddy, yes," Michael rushed out, his eyes glassing over and rolling back slightly in his head.

"Good boy," Ashton said, kissing up Michael's shoulder and neck. "Hey, Calum?" the drummer asked, looking up at his younger lover. Calum cocked his to the side and regarded Ashton.

"Why don't you strip a little for us? Make things a little more interesting," Ashton said with a wink. Calum's grin widened and he bowed his head in agreement.

Michael swallowed loudly and looked up at Luke and then Ashton. "W-what is going on?" Michael asked, glancing at Calum, before looking at the oldest boy again.

"We're just giving you exactly what you want and deserve," Luke said for Ashton. "We all need this, it's been fúcking weeks. So, let us take care of you," he murmured, his breath ghosting over Michael's ear.

Michael choked and nodded numbly. "I think that's his way of saying yes. Shall we proceed? Calum, if you will," Ashton said, tilting his head towards Calum and giving him a smile, his tongue swiping out over his lips.

Cal sucked in a deep breath before tugging on the bottom of his shirt teasingly. "Is this what you all want?" he asking, batting his eyelashes.

Michael made a frantic noise in the back of his throat at the boys teasing. Gaining confidence, Calum took a step closer to his lovers before he slowly lifted his shirt off, letting his hands trail sensually over his chest as he did. He tweaked his own nípple as he pulled the shirt up and over his head.

He then let the shirt dangle off the palm of his hand for a second, before letting it drop at his feet. He ran his own hands over his now bare chest, licking his lips as he did. Michael groaned loudly, and Luke hissed.

Winking at his boyfriends, Calum meticulously unbuttoned his black skinny jeans and unzipped them. He looked up through hooded eyes, and saw how intently focused the other three boys were on him.

"Cal..." Ashton panted out, his voice wavering, but his eyes never leaving the younger boy.

Biting his lip, Calum nonchalantly started tugging his jeans down. As he did, he brushed his hands over his growing erectíon, groaning at his own teasingly gentle touch. He moved his hands back to rub gently over his balls, and he threw his head back and moaned.

He heard the heavy curses fall from his lovers' mouths, and he knew he was doing a good job at teasing them. With the verbal encouragements, he stepped out of his jeans and pushed them aside.

Then he took a step closer until he was standing directly in front of the boys, his legs brushing against Michael's knees. All that was left on him was his boxers. Calum trailed his fingertips over the band of the material, letting his breathing speed up as he did.

He instantly saw his boyfriends' reactions, and he was very pleased to see how turned on they were. His little strip tease had more than accomplished what he and Ashton had planned. There was just one last little thing left, and Calum decided to play it his way and surprise his lovers a little more.

He let his fingers tug on the waistband carefully for a few seconds, as if he was going to pull them off himself, when he suddenly changed tactics. He reached out with his other free hand and grabbed one of Michael's hands.

"What're you d-" Michael started to say, but Calum cut him off by tugging his hand and managing to pull Michael towards him on the edge of his seat. Calum then took one last step, until his lower body was flush against Michael.

He slowly moved Michael's hand until it was resting on the top of his boxers. The bassist then seductively looked the guitarist straight in the eyes. "Take them off for me, Mikey" Calum said, the lust turning his voice scratchy and deep.

"Cal..." Michael moaned, his eyes fluttering shut at the rush of desire that took over him. The need to be balls deep inside Calum was suddenly so strong that Michael had to take a few deep breaths to push down the urges.

"Strip me, Mikey," Calum said huskily, bucking his hips up slightly so that his díck bumped into Michael's fingers. The moan that fell from the older boys' lips was so dirty, that it had all three of the others boys wanting to come right then and there.

Obeying Calum's command, Michael slipped his fingers underneath the waistband and slowly tugged the boxers down. Calum's cóck sprung free, and Michael felt himself go dizzy. He let out a pitiful whine at the sight.

He quickly pushed the boxers the rest of the way down, and moved his hand up to ghost over Calum's hard cóck. Both Calum and Michael moaned at the touch, causing the younger boy to arch further forward in search of more attention from his older lover.

It took a million times more effort for Ashton to clear his throat and stop the scene in front of him then he ever wanted to admit. He would have happily stood by and watched as Michael and Calum got each other off. Unfortunately, he had a plan all set up, and he wasn't going to let it slip away because of his own selfish desires. He had three other people he had to please before he even considered his own pleasure.

Calum took a small step back when Ashton cleared his throat; his cheeks flushed bright pink from the exertion and lust. Ashton gave Calum a sympathetic look, but he just shook his head, showing it was fine.

"Shall we continue?" Ashton asked. Once he got three immediate nods, he launched the next phase of his plan.

Ashton slipped out of his position beside Michael, and moved in front of the other boy. Calum shifted away from Michael and moved backwards into Luke's awaiting arms. Ashton flicked his eyes to his other two lovers for approval, and they immediately gave it to him.

Putting his hand on Michael's chest, Ashton pushed him back into the chair, before he climbed into his lap. Michael's hands twitched to reach out and touch Ashton, but he refrained from doing it.

A grin crossed Ashton's lips, and he grinded down slightly, just to feel how turned on Michael really was. When he got a deep groan out of the younger boy, he smirked in satisfaction.

"Would you like to know our little plan for you?" Ashton asked, rocking his hips down into Michael's again. Michael hissed and nodded, his vision going slightly hazy with the burning desire that ripped through him.

Ashton tugged on the boy's blond hair, snapping his attention back to him again. When he was looking at him properly, Ashton trailed his fingers down over the marks Luke had made all over his skin.

"This is how it's going to work. Calum already got to have a little fun with you, so now it's Luke's turn and mine. I get the fun of stripping you, and paying attention to your cóck," Ashton explained, hovering his lips just mere centimeters from Michael's.

"And Lukey, he gets the best part. Luke is going to bend you over that desk behind you, and fúck you into tomorrow. And while Luke and I do all that, Calum gets to mark up every single inch of your skin, so you know exactly who you belong to," Ashton said, moving his lips to bite a mark onto Michael's collarbone.

"Fúck yes, oh god, please... yes," Michael rushed out, arching into Ashton's fleeting touches. He trailed his hand down Michael's chest, and rested it on the top of his jeans.

"So beautiful," Ashton murmured, leaning in to kiss Michael as he slowly unbuttoned his jeans. The guitarist gasped into the older boys mouth, his hips bucking up into Ashton's hand.

The oldest boy chuckled, and bit Michael's lower lip playfully. "Do you know how vocal you are? It's gorgeous, all desperate noises and whiny words, and all of that just for us. You are so beautiful," Ashton huffed out, kissing Michael again.

Mikey whined deep in his throat, and Ashton chuckled into the kiss. He moved his lips, and twisted his hips downward into Michael's, before he pushed himself away a little.

"Let's get these off, shall we?" Ashton asked seductively. Michael gasped and nodded, wriggling in his seat. Ashton proceeded to unzip the younger boys jeans, and slide his hands inside the denim material.

"Hips up," Ashton said, pushing his fingertips into the soft skin of Michael's hips. Michael didn't even hesitate to buck upwards, giving Ashton the right leverage to pull his jeans down and off his hips. "Gorgeous," he mumbled, pressing soft kisses into Michael's thighs.

"Ash... please," Michael begged, not even sure he knew what he was begging for. All he knew was that he needed more of Ashton; more of whatever Ashton would give him.

The drummer smiled mischievously, and began to drag Michael's jeans down his legs. He kept his fingers pressed into the boy's pale skin, dragging his fingernails down and creating a pleasing friction for the guitarist.

"Ashhh," Michael whined, his hips snapping up again. Ashton grinned and shook his head.

"Uh uh, hips down baby doll. You don't have my permission to do that," Ashton said, crouching down so he could fully pull the jeans off. Once they were one the floor, Ashton slipped back up into Michael's lap, grinding down just to see him squirm.

"These boxers are getting in my way," Ashton said smugly, tugging at the boxers. Michael threw his head back and groaned.

Calum took the opportunity to lurch forward and capture Michael's lips in a sloppy kiss. While Calum was with Michael, Luke proceeded to strip off his clothes as quickly as he could. With Calum keeping Michael occupied, Ashton took his own advantage to remove the boy's boxers.

He pressed his fingers back into Michael's skin and said, "Hips up, Mikey." Through the haze of Calum's kisses, Michael managed to snap his hips up, and let Ashton tug his boxers off.

Michael broke the kiss off a few seconds later with a guttural moan when Ashton's hand wrapped around his now leaking díck. Ashton smiled, and moved his head forward so his breath ghosted over the head of Mikey's cóck.

Michael made the most sinful noise Ashton had ever heard. "Ash, please, fúck... need... please," he pleaded. Ashton ran his hand all the way from the base to the head, before he let go and took a step away. Michael whined pathetically in desperation.

"You'll have my touch any second, Mikey. It's Luke's turn now, and I think he's about to destroy you," Ashton said smugly, a smirk etched across his face.

The drummer stepped to the side and shed his clothes. Luke then moved forward and stepped in front of Michael. Seeing Luke in front of him made Michael moan all over again, reaching out to touch the youngest bare skin.

Luke let him, grinning as Michael's hand traveled from his chest all the way down to his díck. Just as Michael's hand touched him, Luke wrapped his own hand around the other boy's wrist and yanked him up. He then knocked the chair out of the way, and shoved Michael up against the desk.

"Oh, I am really going to enjoy fúcking you," Luke murmured into Michael's ear. Michael bucked forward, rocking both his and Luke's cócks together perfectly. They both hissed at the contact.

"Ash?" Luke called out, his voice wavering slightly. Ashton quickly moved forward and pressed something into Luke's hand. The youngest boy turned his body, and used his other hand to slip it around the drummer's neck. He then dragged Ashton forward and attacked his lips with his own.

Ashton let out a huff through his nose, and kissed Luke back, his hands coming up to tug at Luke's hair. They kissed messily for a few seconds, before Ashton pulled away panting.

"Hurry up, we're running out of time," Ashton said, catching his breath back.

"Yes, daddy," Luke said, leaning in to kiss Ashton again, dragging his tongue over the other boy's lips as he did. Ashton sighed into the kiss, really wishing Calum hadn't found out about his daddy kink a couple weeks ago. Of course, Calum had gone and told their other lovers straight away, and now they all used it against him. Not that he minded all that much it was a turn on.

Luke broke the kiss, and winked at Ashton, before turning his attention back to Michael. He opened his palm so his lover could see the lube. Michael swallowed thickly, his eyes darting between the lube and Luke.

Luke smirked before closing his palm again. "Lie down on the desk, áss facing me," he commanded. Michael shuddered before doing exactly what he was told. "Isn't that just a beautiful view?" Luke asked his other lovers, smirking at them.

"Breathtaking," Calum replied, stroking his hand over Michael's áss cheek. Michael whined and pushed back into his boyfriend's hand.

Calum smacked Michael's áss, causing him to whine even more. "Did Ashton or Luke say you could move?" Calum asked, his voice dangerously low.

"No," Michael half-sobbed. Calum shook his head, glancing at his other lovers.

"Then I suggest you stay nice and still, and do everything they say," he said, trailing his fingers over Michael's hole teasingly.

Michael let out another broken sob. "Please- Lukey, Ash- please... fúck me, please," he begged desperately.

Luke locked eyes with Ashton, who nodded approvingly. He carefully poured some lube onto his fingers, and said, "Oh I will, only since you asked so nicely."

Luke then pushed two fingers straight into Michael, who screamed at the sudden intrusion. "Keep his hips down for me, Cal," Luke said, noticing Michael was fighting to keep his hips still.

Calum appeared on Michael's right side, pushed him down, and held him still, while Luke made quick work of opening Michael up. He thrashed against Calum's hold, wanting to draw himself closer to the pleasure.

Ashton stepped forward and started running his fingers through Michael's hair. "You're doing great, Mikey. Being so so good for us," Ashton said proudly.

Michael groaned in response, his eyes fluttering shut from all the attention he was getting. A minute later, Luke pulled his hand away from Michael, causing him to cry out. "Lukey- please... Luke...fúck me, please, god, want you... inside me, please."

Luke once again looked to Ashton for permission. The oldest flashed Luke a dirty look. "Go ahead, fúck him. Make it rough. I want him to be feeling this for a month," Ashton said, his eyes glinting wickedly.

Luke smirked in response, and quickly coated his díck in lube. Calum scooted backwards so he was hovering near Michael's head. He then bent down and attached his lips to his neck, creating his own marks on his boyfriend.

Ashton dropped down to the floor and leaned up against the desk. He then wrapped his large hand around Michael's cóck and began to jerk him off.

With the combined attention from both Calum and Ashton, Michael was in a frenzy. It was a distraction enough that he didn't know what Luke was doing until he actually did it.

In one push, Luke fully seated himself inside of Michael. The boy let out a scream, and buried his head in his arms so he could bite down on his skin to keep from being too loud.

Ashton couldn't help but laugh. "See, he's so vocal. Isn't it just delicious? Makes me want him even more," Ashton said, squeezing his hand and adding more pressure as he dragged his fist up and down Michael's length.

The guitarist let out a sob, his body torn between who he wanted more pleasure from. He started to squirm, and Luke knew he was ready to actually start fúcking him.

Keeping Ashton's words in mind, Luke pulled out almost all the way before he slammed into his lover. Michael let out another scream, and his eyes rolled back in his head.

Noticing his task would be more difficult then he anticipated, Calum shifted to hold Michael down as he moved his lips over his neck and onto his shoulder. "Cal..." Michael panted out, when Calum bit down rather hard on his shoulder. The bassist smirked in triumph and continued his assault.

Luke started a fast pace, pounding into Michael over and over again. The desk started to rattle at the intense pace that Luke was setting, but none of the boys seemed to care.

"I love you like this, spread out across the desk, taking everything we give you. You were meant to be bent over desks and fúcked into oblivion," Luke muttered into the boy's ear. Michael whined pathetically, arching into Luke with renewed desperation.

Luke allowed it this time, and pounded even harder into Michael. He dug his fingers into Michael's flesh, leaving dark imprints in his wake. "Lukey..." he begged.

Luke pulled back and slammed in again, twisting his hips slightly as he did. Michael screamed, and his hips snapped up to meet Luke's. "Did I say you could move?" Luke asked, slamming in even harder to prove a point.

"No... I'm sorry... Luke... please-faster... fúcking hell, more... give me more," Michael cried out.

Luke leaned his weight onto Michael's back for better leverage and increased his speed. He thrusted in and out as hard and fast as he could, using one hand to tug on Michael's hair, while the other made long scratch marks down his back.

He continued to twist his hips as he thrusted, which sent Michael wild. He cried out again and again, begging for more. Luke obeyed and just kept giving him exactly what he wanted.

"You're such a cóck slút. I hope you know that. Look at you, begging for more. Taking me fully, while Ashton jerks you off. You're our slút. Dirty, hórny, and all ours," Luke moaned out into Michael's ear.

"Fúck yes, Luke, yes. I'm your slút; I belong to all of you. Please Luke... please," Michael cried out.

Luke shifted slightly and slammed in again, this time catching Michael's prostate. "Oh fúck yes Luke... Lukey... fúck... that- I- more, Luke yes, please, yes," he yelled. Having found what he was looking for, Luke thrusted into Michael's prostate again and again.

This caused Michael to thrust down helplessly into Ashton's hand. The oldest flicked his wrist and squeezed, sending sparks up Michael's body. He didn't reprimand his boyfriend for the thrusting. Instead, he increased his pace, moving his hand faster over Michael's díck.

"Ashy... fúck- Ashton!" Michael screamed out, his hips bucking desperately into Ashton's awaiting hand. Ash flicked his thumb over the head, and dragged his nails along the underside vein of his lover's cóck. Michael thrashed even harder, pre-come covering his hand.

"Such a good boy," Ashton encouraged, speeding his hand up and twisting his wrist to send more pleasure to the younger boy. Michael moaned loudly, and pushed himself further into Ashton's hand.

"Ash... I'm getting close... please, Ashton, I need-" Michael rushed out, words tumbling together.

Without saying anything, the drummer started to jerk Michael off faster. He ran his thumb over the head again and again, collecting the pre-come and dragging it over Michael's cóck as lube.

As Ashton brought Michael closer to the edge, Calum had made his way down the guitarist's body to his back. There were now red marks and trails of love bites all over his body. Calum had just attached his lips to a spot on Michael's hip when he let out a high-pitched whine.

"Cal- Calum!" he sobbed, his head dropping onto the desk with a resounding thwack. Smirking against Michael's hip, Calum sucked on the spot harder, letting his teeth graze over the sensitive skin.

Michael moaned deeply and reached out blindly to grab at Calum's hair. He tugged on it, silently begging for more. Calum dug his teeth in a little bit before pulling away. He blew air over the spot, and watched Michael shudder violently.

"Hey, boys, I think I just found Michael's sweet spot," Calum chuckled, running his fingernail over the now reddening mark.

"Store that information for later. I'm sure Ashton and I are going to want have some fun with that, too," Luke said, winking at Calum.

Calum smiled up at Luke, and then returned his attention to Michael. He put his lips back on the boy's sweet spot, and continued to lick, kiss, and bite at it.

Michael was a mess, begging for Calum to keep going and not to stop. The bassist couldn't wipe the smug look off his face. Of all his lovers, he had been the one to find Michael's weak spot, and he was damn sure he was going to take full advantage of it whenever he could.

Luke pounded into Michael again, the desk shaking and squeaking with the amount of force that he was driving into the older boy. He took a deep breath, and hit Michael's prostate again. The guitarist yelped, and slammed his hips back into Luke's, causing a burst of intense friction to run through the two boys.

"Luke... I can't- so close, I can't hold on- Luke please- make me," Michael stuttered out desperately.

Luke grunted, his own climax fast approaching. He leaned over Michael's back to huff in his ear. "I'm going to make you come so hard you will be seeing stars for a week."

Michael cried out, his grip on Calum's hair tightening. "Ash-Ash... I," he warned. Ashton picked up on the warning, and moved his hand even faster, squeezing Michael's cóck and letting his other hand trail over his balls.

That was all it took for Michael to fall over the edge. He came, spilling into Ashton's hand. He let out a scream, his three lovers' names blending and falling from his mouth as he did.

Luke wasn't far behind, thrusting in only once more, and catching Michael's prostate, before he emptied his load inside of the older boy. A muffled cry fell from his lips, as he buried his head in Michael's shoulder to keep quiet.

The two boys spent a minute heaving for breath, trying to come down from their highs. After taking a deep breath, Luke pulled out of Michael, and he went limp against the desk.

Just as Luke was about to say something, Calum made a noise in the back of his throat and rutted against Michael's hip. Michael immediately snapped back to reality, and looked up at the bassist.

"I'm so sorry, we didn't think of you and Ash, did we?" Michael asked, his voice scratchy from all the screaming he had done.

Calum let out a little whine, which caused Michael to laugh. He pulled his younger boyfriend closer, and wrapped his hand around Calum's díck. The bassist let out a frustrated moan, and snapped his hips into Michael's touch.

As Michael tended to Calum, Luke dropped to his knees in front of Ashton. He was already jerking himself off, seemingly taking care of his own needs.

"Let me take care of that," Luke purred, inching forward towards the drummer.

Ashton shook his head no. "'S okay, I got it," he replied, hissing slightly at his own touch.

"Don't be ridiculous, let me take care of you for a change, instead of you taking care of us," Luke said firmly. He batted Ashton's hand away, and wrapped his own hand around the boy's cóck.

Ashton let out a deep groan, and his head fell back and hit the desk as Luke started to jack him off. His eyes fluttered, and he looked up at Luke through his eyelashes. "Love you," he slurred, smiling at the guitarist.

"Love you too, Ash," Luke replied, moving his hand faster. Ashton moaned again, squeezing his eyes shut at the pleasure.

The office was filled with the sounds of Ashton and Calum groaning, as their lovers took care of them.

Calum was half thrusting into Michael's hand as the guitarist tugged and teased him. "Mikey please," Calum panted out, his forehead falling onto the boy's shoulder as he whined.

Michael grinned and flicked his wrist, his finger brushing over the head. Calum hissed and bit down on Michael's neck again. "Stop being a fúcking tease," he ground out through clenched teeth.

Michael only laughed and moved his hand faster. Calum felt the older boy's other hand move to brush back against his balls and up to his hole. That was the last push Calum needed. He climaxed into Michael's hand, screaming into his neck as he did.

Ashton, hearing Calum fall apart, was close behind. He pumped his hips up into Luke's hand a couple of times before he came with a loud whine, Luke's name on his lips. The guitarist leaned forward and kissed Ashton, coaxing him through his high.

He pulled away when he felt Ashton had come down from his high. He thought better of it though, and moved to bring Ashton's lips back to his own again. The oldest hummed into the kiss, his cleaner hand moving to run through the strands of Luke's now messy hair.

Calum cleared his throat a couple minutes later, causing the two boys to break apart. "Ash... time," Calum said remorsefully.

Ashton let out a sigh and looked up at the clock that was hanging on the wall. "We should get cleaned up and dressed. The interviewer will be here in less than fifteen minutes," he said.

Luke stood back up, and held out a hand to help Ashton up. He then turned and looked at Michael. "How're you feeling, after all that?" he asked.

Michael moved off of the desk and winced. "A little sore," he replied, "But the good kind," he added, when he saw the look of worry cross Luke's face.

Michael stepped forward and snagged Ashton by the waist, dragging him into his side. He then reached out and tugged Luke into his other side. Calum automatically stepped up behind Michael and wrapped his arms around Michael's waist.

"Thank you, all of you. I know we've all been suffering under the sexual frustration, but I guess I was taking it worse than you all were. You didn't have to do that for me, go out of your way to come up with an idea and give me everything I needed. I'm so grateful and lucky to have you all," Michael confessed, letting his emotional side come out.

"Post-sex makes you all mushy. It's cute as hell," Ashton laughed. "But seriously, we love you, Mikey. You deserve to be taken care of, and we wanted to please you."

"Oh trust me, you all most certainly pleased me. That was fúcking amazing. Literally, ever time we fúck it gets better and better. God, that was some kínky shít, and I loved every fúcking second of it," Michael admitted, his cheeks flushing.

"Oh good, then we succeeded in our mission," Calum said, brushing his nose up against Michael's neck.

Luke grinned and rested his head on Michael's shoulder. "We should try end the interview early. I think we all need a nap before the show tonight," he said, letting out a yawn.

"Agreed. Talking of, we seriously have to clean up and be presentable, or it'll be obvious we just spent the last forty-five minutes fúcking each other senseless," Ashton said with a laugh.

The boys all agreed, and untangled from their messy group hug they had been having. They found some extra cloths to wipe themselves off, and they all grabbed their clothes again.

"Shít, guys, Mikey's neck is covered in marks. What the hell are we supposed to say?" Luke said, once they were all dressed again.

Ashton shook his head with a smirk, and grabbed his jacket that he had dropped at the door when they first walked in. "Aren't you glad I have jackets just lying around," he said smugly, as he handed the jacket to his boyfriend.

Michael slipped it on, and popped the collar up, perfectly covering the hickeys that littered his skin. He then strode forward and kissed the air out of Ashton. When he pulled away, Ashton was gasping for breath.

"What was that for?" he asked in between breaths, his fingers absently running over his lips, where Michael's had been only seconds before.

Michael just grinned at him and winked. "For creating a plan that gave us all what we wanted. But mostly because you centered it around me, and because I fúcking love you. I love all of you," Michael replied.

"We love you too, Mikey," Calum said, appearing behind Michael and wrapping his arms around his waist again. Luke and Ashton were quick to join the pair, and they all ended up wrapped up together again.

The interviewer arrived a few minutes later, and the boys sprung apart. The interview went smoothly, if not a little bit shorter than the interviewer had originally hoped.

And if it was brought up as to why Michael was wearing a jacket when it was warm outside, or why Michael kept wincing and shifting uncomfortably in his seat, the other boys just brushed it off that Michael was feeling a little under the weather.

That didn't quite explaining why all the boys were smiling and seemed happier than they had in weeks. Or why they were all smirking and glancing at each other just a little too long to seem plutonic.

None of that really mattered though. What did matter, however, was that Michael was barely paying any attention throughout the interview. The only thing on his mind was how he and the rest of his lovers could surprise Ashton and give him what he wanted and deserved.

He was already forming some fúcking fantastic ideas, in his opinion, on how to treat Ashton to a round or two of earth-shattering, mind-blowing sex. It was about time Ashton was the center of their attention, especially after everything Ashton had done to please them. It was their turn to please Ashton now, and Michael was already looking forward to it.

Michael couldn't wait to share some of his ideas with Luke and Calum. He knew the best rounds of sex were yet to come, and Ashton was about to have an experience like never before.