Chase Atlantic One Shots

More Than a Friend Pt. 2

Words: 1933

Written: August 23, 2022

Summary: part two to More Than a Friend

⚠️ Smut Warning⚠️

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   Christain scoffs as he watches Mitchel chow down on his slice of cheese. Mitchel reaches over again to grab some more food, but his hand misses the plate and instead of grabbing more cheese, Mitchel gets a handful of Kras' cock.

   "Oh-" Mitchel chokes.

   Christian sits frozen as he starts to grow.

   "You enjoyed that?" Mitchel comments as he removes his hand from Christian's crotch.

   "I- um." Christian's face grows red.

   Mitchel giggles as he places his hand back between Christian's legs, "I liked it too."

   As soon as Mitchel's hand begins to rock back and forth on Christian's trousers, Clinton bursts through the door. Mitchel jolts his hand away from Christian before his other brother could see. Clinton grabs a water bottle from the table and leaves the room.

   "Now where were we?" Mitchel smirks.

   Jesse bursts through the door, "We're on in 5."

   "Fuck," Mitchel groans as he pushes himself away from Christian.

   Mitchel swiftly gets off of the couch. He extends his hand out to Christian, pulling the other boy to his feet.

   "Let's go," Mitchel sighs as he walks out of the private room.

   Mitchel stomps his way to the edge of the stage. He stands behind the large sheet of blue velvet dangling from the ceiling. The lights bounce off the glossy wooden stage, reflecting bright neon colors throughout the venue.

   Christian runs after the older boy. The floor creaks under the pressure of his weight. Once untied with the other boy, Christian extends his hand. His fingers glide across Mitchel's skin. Christian's hand starts to tremble as he debates grabbing Mitchel's hand. Mitchel intertwines his lengthy fingers around Christian's hand, giving Christian's hand a slight squeeze before pulling away.

   "Ready?" Mitchell bounces on his toes.

   Christian nods his head. He watches as Mitchel forces a smile on his face. The boy's nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath out. Creaks sound from the wood floor as Mitchel pushes himself onto the stage.

   The crowd erupts as all five boys walk to the center of the stage. The front row of teenage girls pushes against the metal barriers as they shove one another to get closer to the stage. Security guards pace back and forth, making sure no one gets past the struggling rails. Well-manicured hands reach out of the crowd and to the men on the stage. People jump and scream with their hands suspended in the air as the boys get themselves into place.

   "How are we tonight?" Mitchel screams as he clasps onto into the microphone stand in front of him.

   The crowd screams in response.

   Mitchel motions towards Christian and his guitar. The blonde boy takes his cue and begins to strum his instrument. The rest of the band chimes in with their instruments, starting the show. The bass blares throughout the many speakers placed around the venue. The floor vibrates, making the screaming grow. The girls in the front row squeal as they recognize the heavy bass of the song.

   Mitchel begins to nod his head to the sound of the bass as he stumbles on the stage. The eyes of the crowd follow Mitchel has situates himself in front of the microphone stand.