Manthony ✨

We're Chill

~I HAVE BAD NEWS~

⚠️TW: ⚠️Smut - If you do not like smut, don't read! Thank you and enjoy! :)

ATTENTION: This is FANFICTION and none of this is CONFIRMED. No hate to ANY of the Chase Atlantic members or their girlfriends, please! Enjoy <3

~Christian~

I loved it. I loved the sweet buzz of the alcohol in my brain when I fucked him in my car. As I carry him up to his room, Clinton just shakes his head. I don't need to explain. I gently put Mitchel on his bed and take off his shoes, covering him with a few blankets and turning the fan on. I put a basket beside his bed in case he throws up. I sit on the edge of his bed for a minute and look at him. He's so pretty. I just get up and head out instead of lay next to him. Clinton is drinking hard seltzer at the table,

"I..." I trail off, sitting across from him and he takes another swig,

"You don't need to say you're sorry for me to believe you," he says and asks if I want a drink. I nod and run a hand through my hair,

"I just really don't know what to say to you about it," my voice cracks and I try to hold back the tears I've been hiding,

"Christian," Clinton sighs and passes me my favorite flavor, raspberry, "I'm ok with it, I can't stop you guys," he says, "I know you guys fucked when you were out," he gives a small smile,

"I...we...how do you know?" I give in and take a long drag of the alcohol, letting it burn through my veins,

"You just look dazed after spending time with him, your eyes glaze over with some sort of pleasure or something," he finishes his drink and I blush,

"Didn't know it was that obvious," I mumble and he laughs a bit,

"Not always and besides, I know you guys too well," he stands up, walking over and patting my shoulder, "It is what it is, we're chill," he says and I'm surprised and grateful at the same time,

"Thanks," I nod and he heads off to bed, leaving me with my thoughts and the seltzer. I finish it and eventually I just lay my head on the table, on my arms and stare into the distance until I fall asleep...

I wake to a noise. Footsteps it sounds like. I lift my head up, unsticking my hair from my sweaty face,

"Baby?" I hear his voice cut through the mess in my brain,

"Mitch?" I ask and turn, seeing him kind of stumble toward me,

"I don't feel good," he says and falls into my arms. I lift him up, bridal style and carry him over to our couch. The huge window that looks over our city illuminates us. I lay him down and he reaches for me, so I let myself on top of him,

"I love you," I whisper and he pulls me in for a kiss. His hangover is moving with my tipsy state and somehow we end up with our clothes off, somehow I end up with my tongue in his mouth. Somehow I'm sucking on his neck. I love the taste of his skin. I slide my tongue over his nipples and go further down until I'm at his navel,

"Christian?" He whispers as a question,

"Yeah?" I mumble against his skin and he's up on his elbows,

"I want to be inside of you," he whispers and I pull away a moment, never having felt him inside of me. I've always been inside of him,

"Okay," I say and climb up a bit, adjusting myself,

"Wait, you're not ready," he says and I remember now,

"Oh, sorry," I reach down between my legs but he swats my hand away, still a bit messy in the head,

"I'll do it," he says and we switch, me underneath him. I lean my head against a pillow we have here and he starts by grabbing some lube from under the couch. I'm about to ask him how long that's been there when he presses a cold, moist finger to my entrance and swirls it around the outside. I just watch his face as he keeps moving around the outside. I'm getting antsy,

"Just push in," I whisper and he slides a finger into me, curling it around, finding my prostate. I gasp and he adds two more fingers,

"Jesus," I whisper and he rubs his fingers in slow circles,

"It feels good, huh?" He asks and I nod, not usually liking being fucked in my ass. Eventually he undresses the rest of the way rather fast and pushes into me,

"Mitchel," I say a bit loudly and cover my mouth, not wanting Clinton to hear even though he's chill. For God's sake we just talked about it a few hours ago. He starts moving and he somehow hits that glorious spot every damn time and soon enough, I'm moaning my head off and after a few more strokes I'm falling over the edge. I'm clenching around him, trying not to scream and he's groaning as he pushes through his high. It's so fucking carnal. I wrap my legs around him and after we're done he pulls out and leans back on his calves,

"You feel good," he concludes and I just lay there, eyes closed. I think I officially like the way he fucks me in my ass. He knows how to hit my prostate just right, 

"You do," I say and I can hear the smile in his voice when he says that he loves me.