Manthony ✨

Hotels

~HOTELS~

⚠️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

~Mitchel~

When I wake up it's dark and I can hear the hum of the plane's engine. The pressure in my ears, my head, it's a lot to handle. I'm still holding Christian's hand but I need to use the bathroom. I slowly ease my hand out of his and stand up, the blood rushing to my head, making me dizzy. I grab the seat in front of me and squeeze past my brother who's watching whatever. I stumble towards the aisle before looking to see which direction the bathroom is. I turn left and head down the walkway, but before I can reach the restroom, I feel the plane dip and grab a chair next to me,

"Sorry," I mumble and finally reach the restroom door. I tug on the handle and thank God that it's not occupied. I close the door and practically fall onto the toilet seat. I finish my business and start washing my hands when the plane dips again and my shoulder hits the door. I hear the seatbelt sign turn on and the intercom crackles,

"High turbulence for the next forty minutes," a lady's voice spreads throughout the plane. I dry my hands and open the door. As I head back to my seat, the plane starts to shake,

"Seriously," I mutter as I struggle to get to my aisle. When I finally find our seats again, Christian is peeking over his chair,

"Where'd you go? You okay?" He seems stressed and I collapse into my seat buckling my seatbelt,

"I'm fine, I just went to the bathroom, that's all," I say, wondering why he's so worried,

"Okay," he leans back and closes his eyes. I shift in my seat and fall asleep again.

We landed in Japan. I stare at the lights around the airport in Tokyo. I put my earbuds in and follow my brother out, Christian behind me. My ears are dead but the music is distracting me. We check in our stuff and get a rental car since we're gonna be here for a week. My brother gets behind the wheel and I sit in the passenger seat, Christian in the backseat. I open the window and the air is warm, the smell of street food flooding my nose. I close my eyes and let the wind brush my face. We stop at a small restaurant for food. I'm not hungry but Christian will have an aneurism if I don't eat so I order a bowl of ramen. I sit and eat slowly and listen to music until Christian pulls one of the earbuds out of my ear and looks at me,

"Hey, talk to me," he says and I put my phone in my pocket, taking my earbuds out, turning the music off, "You're distant," he says and I pick at my food, "Please, eat," he sighs and takes another bite of his food,

"I love you," I whisper and he reaches for me,

"I love you too," he says and I keep eating until I finish. We get back into the car and I drive this time, trying to get my mind off of everything. We make it to our hotel and I drop my stuff off and lay on the bed,

"Hey, guys, I'm gonna go check in downstairs and then head to the store to buy some drinks, anything you want?" Clinton asks, zipping up his jacket,

"Anything works," Christian says and I just shoot a thumbs up without looking at him,

"Beer?" My brother asks and I give another thumbs up,

"Alrighty, see you two," he walks out and Christian starts to unpack. I just lay there and think. I'm flooded with song ideas so I decide to get up and write some down. I spill all my current thoughts and feel so much better it's unreal. I open the curtains and turn the lights off, letting the city lights flood in,

"Hey!" Christian calls, "I was using that," he walks over to the switch but I grab his hand,

"Come here," I whisper in his ear and he drops his hand to his side and turns to me,

"Someone's feeling better," I can hear the smirk in his voice when he says it. I grab his hips and pull him with me to the bed that we'll sleep in,

"Kiss me," I whisper and he doesn't need to be told twice before his lips are on mine, clearly he's been waiting for this,

"What took you so long?" He says against my lips and I slide my hands over his shirt and he pulls it off,

"My head's just been a mess," I say, letting him take my shirt off. I run my hands over his back and rest my fingers on his neck, brushing his hairline,

"How long is your brother gonna be out?" He asks and I shrug,

"Dunno, but I don't really care," I tell him, pulling him in for another kiss, "This album's gonna be big, I can feel it," I say, letting him kiss my neck and he pulls away,

"I know," he breathes and starts to unzip my jeans. It's not until right now that I realize how much I missed this feeling. The anticipation of sex. He slides the fabric down my legs, letting them drop to the floor. He kisses my thighs and his touch is so light, so delicious. I just play with his hair as he brushes his lips against my skin,

"I miss you," he says, crawling back up to me and looking in my eyes,

"Me too," I say and unbutton his jeans, letting him watch. I slide them to the floor and right before I start to pull his boxers down, he grabs my hands,

"Wait," he says and I look at him, "Let me start," he whispers and I let my hands fall and watch as he wrestles my boxers off and tosses them aside. He presses two of his fingers to my lips and I open my mouth, sucking on them. He just looks in my eyes as I do and I'm so fucking in love. I open my mouth and he takes his fingers out, sliding them between my legs and teasing my entrance. I sigh as he slips one inside, swirling it around. I lay there with my arms above my head, feeling his touch. He slips another in and I arch my back, knowing he likes when I do that,

"God," he whispers and I smirk,

"You like when I arch for you?" I ask and he slips a third inside of me, a moan slipping from my lips as he rubs against my prostate,

"I do," he admits and I bring my arms down, grabbing the sheets at my sides. Eventually he pulls his fingers out and pushes himself inside of me. I can't see straight anymore. I'm engulfed in the pleasure. He starts moving and I wrap my legs around him, just feeling his body against mine. After a while, my vision goes white and I finish. He finishes after and I shiver at the feeling of him pulling out of me,

"You look tired," he says, "Get some rest," he kisses the tip of my nose and I go to wash off and then crash in bed. After a while, I feel him wrap around me and I smile, getting closer to him. We end up falling asleep before Clinton gets back.