Manthony // Chase Atlantic One Shots

Pent Up

>⚠ WARNING⚠ smut

>Short summary: The band members have been very busy with music, and were unable to do the things they enjoyed. One night, Kras and Mitty finally do it after a while. (Note that Jordan and Cas do not exist in this plot.)

>Word Count: 1490

>This one-shot plot was originally something I came up with when I was texting my friend lol
>(Idk why, but as I edit this, I find it abnormally cringey :0)

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Christian's POV:

He couldn't even remember what made him like this, but it didn't matter anymore. 

Christian sat naked in a chair in his room. It was near 2:00 am, and he was sure that Clinton was asleep in the next room. All of the band members were tired- their schedules had been jam-packed for the past few months. They were busy with their jobs, and were ready to drop a new album soon. 

Mitchel approached Christian, bending down to be at eye-level with him. He ghosted his hand across the length of his thigh, his fingertips lingering at his knee. 
"Don't play with me, Mitchel," Christian warned him. His hands were free, but he wasn't allowed to touch himself. It was frustrating and hot at the same time.

The brunette liked to tease him so: Christian had the ability to do whatever he wanted, but he still exercised restrain. Mitchel didn't dare pleasure Christian where he really wanted it. That wouldn't have been fun. 

The blond man shifted in the chair, chewing his bottom lip as Mitchel trailed his fingers along his chest and hips. Christian's hands that were placed on his thighs were digging into his skin in what Mitchel liked to call "the horny grip". He did this, trying to relieve his body from the anticipation. 

Mitchel went on for another ten minutes, teasing the younger man until his whines got the better of him, and his dick (which was painfully hard) dripped pre-cum. Christian mewled and tugged at Mitchel's braids.  

It didn't help that Mitchel would go out of his way to call him dirty names, ones that made Christian want to give in. But he didn't though, even when Mitchel called him "my dirty cockslut," and "such a pretty little bitch". Christian was good for him because he knew that Mitchel would never make him feel good if he was a brat. 

"Please," Christian begged after a while. Mitchel was on his knees, kissing the skin above his hips and making his way downward. He was whining like a puppy in heat, begging Mitchel to pleasure him. 
"Please, Mitty," He breathed, and pushed his hips forward.
"Tell me what you want," Mitchel mumbled, and placed a light kiss on the inside of his thighs. Christian clenched his fingers, then replied, "suck it. Please. Suck my dick." When Mitchel didn't, he groaned, and begged him to at least use his hands to touch him there. 

Christian felt dizzy from all the anticipation, and it was starting to look like his best friend would just leave him hanging. He was ready to take matters into his own hands. 
"Fuck, Mitty, just," He stopped mid-sentence to let out a strained groan when Mitchel lightly rubbed the head of his cock with the pad of his thumb. 
"Please. Please, Mitty, just fuck me," He pleaded, but he doesn't find any surprise when the older man refused to. 

Instead, Mitchel moved on to suck on Christian's nipples, and take nips at the surrounding skin. He then stood up, placing his knee on the chair in between Christian's legs as his pulled the blond into a kiss. Christian accepted the gesture, moaning against his lips. 

And then he remembered the joint in between his legs. Christian knew damn well that Mitchel had no intention on fucking him, and he figured that he needed a little encouragement. So, he leaned forward and moved his hips, trying to feel some kind of friction against his leg.