Manthony // Chase Atlantic One Shots

A little bit tied up

>(THEIR T-SHIRTS AAA^^)

>⚠️WARNING⚠️ SMUT lol

>time frame: 2018, The day after that Never Have I Ever interview (yea u know the one)

>short summary: Kras and Mitty try something new, and Mitchel ties Christian to a chair while they ✨do it✨(They're single in the story and are just doing their own thing)

>Word count: 1176

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Christian's POV:

How did I get here? he wondered.
Christian sat in a wooden chair in the middle of his bedroom. His hands were uncomfortably cuffed behind him, with his legs and torso also restrained. It wasn't the restraints that made the situation unbearable, it's that he couldn't move. All he could do was watch his best friend as he used his teeth to pull down the zipper of his jeans (in a painfully slow manner).

"Fuck, Mitch, is this really necessary?" He asked. Mitchel traced his fingers along the bulge in between his legs. He pulled the waistband of his boxers down, freeing his hard-on from the tight cloth. 

"No, but I love seeing you squirm like this," Mitchel replied. Christian watched Mitchel's tongue slide from in his mouth, and caress the tip of his cock. His breath hitched when Mitchel's lips took in the entire head, and his tongue swirled the top, occasionally prodding at the slit. Christian bit his bottom lip. Mitchel soon pulled off, then used both of his hands to pump his length while he gently sucked on the sides. It was almost painful to watch. 

Christian pulled at the cuffs, but he couldn't free his hands. The key to the handcuffs hung from a chain around Mitchel's neck. 
"Stop fighting it, Kras. Just jet me make you feel good," He mumbled. Mitchel glanced up at him. 
"Fuck," He whispered when he saw his best friend's face. "It does," He replied. 

Mitchel smiled against his dick. "Good," He said. He then took all of him in. Christian lolled his head back and groaned, he was unable to contain the pleasure he felt from his friend's warm and wet mouth. He let out moans as Mitchel's nose touched his stomach. Mitchel bobbed his head along the length  while Christian struggled and bucked his hips. 

"I don't see why I have to be the one tied up," Christian struggled to say after a while. 
"Because you thought I'd be?" Mitchel trailed his fingers along Christian's waist because he obviously knew he was sensitive there. 

No matter how much he pulled and flexed his muscles, the sensation continued. The feeling frustrated Christian as much as it turned him on, and still, all he could  do was watch. 
"Fuck," Christian said again.

After a few minutes, Mitchel and stood up and left the room, leaving Christian high and d̶r̶y̶ wet. 

Mitchel's POV: 

When Mitchel returned, he pulled off his t-shirt with one hand, and got to his knees. 
"What's that for?" Christian asked. He was referring to the two ice cubes in his best friend's hand that were slowly beginning to melt. 
"It's for you," Mitchel grinned, and shoved the cubes into his mouth. He let them sit in his mouth for a while and lightly stroked the length of his best friend's cock. 
"Why are those in your mouth-" Christian began. Instead of answering, Mitchel took all of him in again. It was difficult to hold all of the contents in his mouth, but seeing his friend's reaction to the hot and cold sensation made it all worth it.

Christian gasped and bucked his hips, lolling his head back again. The melted ice and pre-cum dripped down Christian's length, and Mitchel struggled to swallow the water. Finally, when all the melted ice was gone, Mitchel lapped up all of the pre-cum from his friend's dick, then undid the clasp to his jeans. 

Mitchel slipped out of his pants, then wrapped his arms around Christian's neck, sitting on his lap.
"God, no, Mitch, please don't do this," Christian said. 
"You don't want me?" Mitchel asked. His best friend bit his lip, and Mitchel already knew the answer. He could see the lust in his eyes, he knew just how much Christian wanted to break out of those restraints and fuck him until he couldn't walk. 

"Untie me," Christian said. "Please. Let me touch you, Mitch." Mitchel grinned and pulled his best friend into a heated kiss. Christian pulled away. 
"Did you at least prepare?" He asked. 
"Of course," Mitchel replied. He then used his hand to guide Christian's dick into his hole. Christian quietly groaned, and rested his head on Mitchel's shoulder while quietly whimpering. 

"Don't you bust now," Mitchel joked. Christian laughed, but the sound turned into another moan when Mitchel began moving. 

Every time Christian drew close to his climax, Mitchel slowed down his movements, earning complaints from Christian.
"Shit, Mitchel!" He gasped. "Stop teasing me! I know you're close, and so am I" He said. When Mitchel didn't speed up, Christian thrusted upwards in frustration. As a result, Mitchel gasped and tightened his arms around his best friend's neck. 

Mitchel exhaled shakily, tightening the muscle around Christian. He then complied, and moved for him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. As time quickly passed, it began harder for Mitchel to move, and parts of his body began to shake. 

His own moans began to drown out Christian's, and soon enough, they both were at their climax. 
"Fuck, Christian," Mitchel panted. At that moment, he wished that his friend wasn't restrained. He wanted to feel his warm hands on his back, his waist, his neck...
"Mitty, I'm gonna cum," Christian breathed. He bucked his hips uncontrollably as the two boys reached their climax, Mitchel moaning in his ear. 

He finally released, his cum spurting over Christian's abdomen. Mitchel didn't pull off Christian's cock, instead, he let the boy release inside him. When they were done, Mitchel rested on Christian's lap. 
"Did it feel good?" Mitchel asked. Christian was quietly panting, but his body was no longer tense. 
"Do I even need to answer that?" He asked. Mitchel chucked and pulled away. He took off his necklace and leaned over to uncuff Christian's hands. 
"There," He said, letting the cuffs fall to the floor. "Now you can say you've been handcuffed." 

Christian's POV:

As soon as Christian was free, he practically leaped off of the chair and tackled a surprised Mitchel. 
"What is it?" He asked. Christian stood on his knees, over Mitchel who was on the ground. Christian pulled his best friend's legs up and slung them around hips. 
"Don't tell me you want to go again-?" Mitchel gasped. 

Christian lined his dick up with Mitchel's hole.
"This is your fault," He said. "How could you not expect to be punished after that stunt?"
"How the hell are you still hard?!" Mitchel demanded. Instead of answering, Christian thrusted his entire cock into Mitchel, earning a particularly loud moan from him. 

*****THIS IS A FANFICTION!!!! IT IS VERY LIKELY THAT NONE OF THE EVENTS ABOVE HAPPENED!!! DO NOT SEND HATE TO KRAS, MITTY, OR EITHER OF THIR REALLY SWEET GIRLFRIENDS!!!*****

Thank you very much for reading <3