Manthony ✨

Tour Bus

~TOUR BUS~

⚠️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

Short story <3

~Mitchel~

We're sitting in the back of the tour bus while we drive through beautiful scenery. It's sunset and it looks gorgeous. I can't focus on it though, since Christian's got his hands up my sweatshirt. His hands are freezing and he pulls me onto his lap,

"Shh, baby," he whispers, pressing his lips to my neck,

"Christian," I whisper, "We're on a bus full of people," I warn him but he doesn't care considering the way his ringed fingers play with my nipples. I feel my heart start to speed up, my dick already hard and I let out a shaky breath,

"Breathe, baby," he whispers, siding his tongue up my neck, making me shiver,

"Christian," I whine and he slides his hands down to the waistband of my pants. I start to panic when he grabs my dick and starts stroking. It feels so good, his cold hand on my warm skin. I let out a slight moan as he keeps at me,

"Shh," he says and his speed is slow. I'm grateful because I really don't want to cum on a bus but the way he's doing it makes it likely. He strokes up and twists his hand then strokes down, running his finger pad over the tip. I tilt my head back and he uses his other hand to slide it up my chest and press his hand to my skin, keeping me in place as the bus rattles on. He takes his fingers and swirls them around the tip, gathering pre-cum and using that to push a finger inside of me. Since it isn't a lot of moisture for his whole finger it hurts a bit. I shift my position a little and he grabs my hip,

"Here," he helps me and then continues pumping his fingers in and out. I try not to moan as I get closer to release. When he realizes I'm close, he pulls his fingers out and leaves me hanging. I'm hard, wet and especially needy, feeling cheated as he sits back and continues looking out the window. When we get off the bus I wrap my sweater around my waist, not wanting the world to know I'm bricked up. When we reach our hotel, Christian tackles me and rips the shirt off of my waist, palming my aching erection, pressing slightly,

"Sorry I left you hanging on the bus, it's just that our cover would've been blown and we don't want that, do we?" He asks and I shake my head,

"No," I mumble moving my hips against his hand to try to get myself off,

"Baby, let me do it for you," he says and pulls my pants down, taking my sweatshirt off. When I'm naked, he's about to use his hands when I stop him,

"Suck it," I let the words out and he looks at me, saying nothing and leaning down, taking me into his mouth. I lean back on the mattress, in the dark and breathe through it. I have one hand in his hair, pressing his head down on me and playing with his blonde locks. He makes noises whenever he sucks me off and not only does it turn me on more but it also feels good. The vibrations. When he deep-throat's me I let my back arch and I pull his hair, moaning. I release down his throat in no time and he wipes his mouth. He doesn't even wait before he takes his clothes off and puts one of my legs over his shoulder, ramming into me. He's never fucked me in this position but it's so hot I start moaning again in no time. He pounds into me and soon enough he releases inside of me, having me overstimulated and wanting to orgasm again. He rides out his high, jerking me off at the same time as he pushes into me and I bust my load all over his chest. I groan as I come down from my high and he pulls out, helping me up to go wash. This shit is addictive...