Manthony ✨

Black Out

~BLACK OUT~

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

This one's a doozy y'all 💀✋🏼 I didn't know what I was writing and just kept going so here ya go:

~Christian~

His body goes limp on my bed. My dumbass thinks he's dead for a split second and then I feel embarrassed at the fact that I really thought he was as I watch him breath in and out slowly,

"Mitch?" I ask and he's unresponsive. Oh, shit. I feel his heart rate through his neck and wrist. Pretty stable to me but I'm freaking out, trying to shake pleasure out of my veins so I can think properly. I'm gonna need his brother here to help. Shit. I pull my clothes on and pull his boxers on him and one of my t-shirts. I force myself not to get turned on by the fact he's wearing my shirt that's too big on him. I bite my lip and call Clinton. He comes running over,

"What happened?" He asks and puts his hands on Mitchel's face,

"He just...passed out," I say, really not knowing what happened,

"Mitchel," he calls, giving him a light slap on the face. Classic. We both decide we should just go to the doctors and ask because I'm pretty sure no one passes out after having sex like this. We head to urgent care, waiting. I have a grown man in my arms on my lap, passed out. It's strange and people definitely look but I just look at him. His face is peaceful but his skin is cold and clammy. When the doctor calls us in, I bridal carry him into the office before setting him down on the cot. The doctor asks what happened before he passed out and I blush. Clinton rolls his eyes and I'm so embarrassed,

"He and I had sex," I say and the doctor doesn't even seem to mind,

"Ah, he probably had a very extreme orgasm and got too aroused," he says, checking his vitals and shit, as well as his blood pressure and heart rate, "He'll he fine, just not enough oxygen to the brain during sexual activity," he says and shows us his heart rate which seems normal as well as his blood pressure, "Excuse me for asking but is it possible you choked him too hard?" He asks and I shake my head,

"No, I didn't touch his neck," I say and he nods,

"We'll, that's it, I'll give him some smelling salts to wake him up so that I can make sure his vitals and everything are stable before I have him released," he smiles at us and we nod. We walk out and wait for him to come out. It's about 15 minutes and I'm bouncing my knee, biting my nails,

"Dude, you fucked the shit out of him," Clinton says and I blush,

"I didn't think he would pass out," I say and he laughs,

"Never even knew that could happen," he says and I accidentally bite my skin, blood seeping out of the cut. I suck on my finger for a second to stop the bleeding and then Mitchel walks out. He's got some sweats on now,

"Mitch," I say and he walks into my arms, "I'm sorry," I say and he laughs,

"Don't be," he says and we head on home.