Chase Atlantic One Shots

Payback's a Bitch

Words: 1403

Written: September 15, 2023

Summary: Mitchel gets payback towards Christian

⚠️SMUT warning ⚠️

I'm so sorry for the long break, I had school and my summer job that didn't leave much time for y'all. I have a decent schedule this semester and hope to be able to post at least occasionally again!! I love you guys and hope everyone is well💗

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*Buzz Buzz*

Christian's smartphone vibrates on the wooden table next to his side of the bed, startling the blonde awake. Christan rubs his swollen eyes with one hand and pats his bedside table in search of his phone with the other. His soft palm glides across the glossy wood with no success.

"Shut the fucking thing up," Mitchel groans as he rolls over to bury his head into his pillow.

"Sorry, bub" Christian winces as his hand lands on his phone.

Kras strains his eyes to see the bright screen in the pitch black room. His lengthy finger clicks on the button labeled 'STOP' and his phone vibrations come to a stop. There was no use putting a ringer on the alarm, both he and Mitchel are light sleepers no matter how blackout drunk they might've been the previous night.

The thin grey blankets slide off of Christian's bare skin as he sits up. He rolls his shoulders back, stretching out his tight muscles, and clears his throat before getting up. The boy stumbles around the small room, causing the floor underneath him to groan and squeak, as he searches the room for the door to the hallway. His tired skin collides with the cool metal doorknob. Christian takes a sigh of relief as he slowly twists the door knob.

The morning sun shines through the windows in their apartment, as Christian walks down the hall. Warm light kisses the boy's tan skin, waking him up as he makes his way to the kitchen. The blonde's heavy footsteps strain the wooden floor under his feet. If Mitchel didn't wake up from the alarm or stumbling, he'd be awake now.

"For goodness sake Kras!" Mitchel yells from the bedroom.

Christian stops in his tracks. How can he be less loud? What can he do?

His bare feet clap against the floor as he bolts to the kitchen. Maybe it'll be better if he's quick about it.

   Wrong.

   The bedroom door slams shut, echoing throughout the small apartment. Christian swears he felt the floor shake from the force Mitchel put behind closing the bedroom door.

Christian continues his journey to the kitchen, this time much quieter. He tiptoes across the floor slowly making his way to the coffee maker. He slides the drawer under the machine open and pulls out a small plastic pod. The machine opens up as Christian presses a button and pops the pod in before getting a mug. With a fresh cup of coffee in hand, Christian places his firm ass on the tall leather bar stools that line the kitchen counter. The black leather strains under the boy's weight letting out a drawn-out creak as Kras puts the entirety of his weight on the thin metal.

The blonde slurps down his coffee. He ensures his sips are short and shallow to preventing burning the inside of his mouth, The warm liquid runs down his throat, warming him up inside as it goes down. Christian tilts the mug all the way up and leans his head back in an attempt to get every last drop out of the ceramic cup.

"Damn..." Christian sighs as he finishes his coffee.

Water passes through Christian's fingers as he places the dirty mug in a sink full of soapy water. The cold water that was warm last night, now stings Christian's warm skin. He quickly pulls his hand out of the dirty water and into the warmth ice again. The boy glares at the beige water. His eyes narrow as his mind runs as he thinks through what he should do.

"Nah."

Christian walks down the hallway, slower this time. His feet ease off the ground and gently press down on the cool wood. He silently glides down the walkway and into the small bathroom. The white tiles that line the wall blind Christian as he turns on the bright LED lights that clutter the ceiling.

The fridged air collides with Christian's bare skin as he tugs at his clothing. The worn clothing that had hung from the blonde's back falls to the floor. Kras kicks his clothing to the corner behind the door before turning on the shower.

Water bounces off of the rubber mat inside the shower before funneling down the metal drain. Christian reaches his hand out in an attempt to test the temperature of the water. The water rolls down his skin causing him to yank back his arm. He looks down at the red skin that hangs off of him as steam rolls off.

   Steam begins to quickly fill the curtain-lined shower. In a panic, Christian sticks his hand back under the water to reach the shower's knob. He tugs at the metal handle, placing the water temperature at a colder temperature.

   With both feet now in the tub, Christian pulls back the park shower curtain. He looks down at his legs as the water runs down his tan skin. The soft blonde hair that poke out from his skin are weighted down by the water. His gaze shifts upward. His eyes rest easy on the large object before him.

   "Mitchel?"

   A hand runs across from the back of Christian's hip to the front of the boy.

   "I thought you could use company, besides you owe me." Mitchel grips firmly on Christian's shaft.

   A small moan flows out of Christian as Mitchel wraps his hand around the blonde. Mitchel's hand begins to pump up and down against Kras' rod. The blonde tilts his head back ever so slightly, being careful not to head-butt the man behind him.

   Water weaves and wiggles it's way into the middle of Mitchel's grip, making the pumping go even smoother and easier. His pace quickens causing Christian's volume to become louder.

   Mitchel leans into Christian, placing his hot breath onto the boy's ear. "Bend over for me my sweet boy."

   Christian gasps in awe as Mitchel grips onto the boy's blonde locks. Mitchel pushes Christian forward, bending the boy in front of him forward. The tall brunette lines himself up with the boy and thrusts himself inside causing Kras to pound his palm against the tiled wall.

   "Just like that, my love." Mitchel groans as he slams himself into Christian.

   Mitchel's pace stays steady. His penis pumps and throbs inside of the warm crevice of Christian's ass. Mitchel digs his fingers into the boys hips, pulling him in harder with each thrust. He lifts his right hand off of Kras' hips and into his hair. Mitchel yanks back his hand with a fist full of hair.

   "Fuckkk!" Christian muffles his scream into his arm.

   The pace that was once steady starts to quicken. Mitchel continuously thrusts his groin into Christian. The boy's tight hole squeezes against Mitchel as semen starts to deep out of the man's dick.

   "Yo-you're such a good boy for d-dad-daddy" Mitchel climaxes as Christian pushes his rear into Mitchel.

   Hair quickly falls around Christian's face as Mitchel releases his hands from the boy and bends forward, placing a soft kiss on the nape of Christian's neck. Mitchel pulls himself back and out of Christian's hole. As he pulls his cock out of the stretched anus, a drizzle of cum follows. Mitchel cups his hands and guides the shower water to Christian's ass, letting the water rinse away the reminders of what had just happened.

   "Thanks for letting me join ya." Mitchel smirks as he steps onto the dry bath mat on the floor outside of the shower.

   The curtains slide shut and Mitchel leaves the bathroom, closing the door on his way out. Christian pushes against the wall, pulling himself back up. His chest grows and falls as he takes a breath of fresh air and releases the storm in his lungs. Still in shock, Christian blindly reaches for his shampoo bottle. His hands fumble against the many plastic bottles that line the shower shelf knocking some over in the process.

   "Fuck." Christian sighs as he looks down at his still hard dick.