Manthony ✨

You

~YOU~

⚠️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

"You're buried in the pillow, yeah you're so loud" - Chase Atlantic (SLOW DOWN)

~Christian~

It's our high school reunion and I don't know what we're doing here. Neither of us wanted to go but we went anyway. I sigh as we walk up and go through the double doors. There's a bunch of people here. Some I barely recognize they've changed so much. I smile and say hi to some people before going to an old classroom. I walk in and swipe my finger over the desktop. I sit down on one and look at the blank board. A figure appears in the doorway, and I turn to see Mitchel. He walks in and sits next to me,

"Can we go?" He asks and I sigh,

"Yeah," I stand up and we walk out, giving curt nods and smiles as we head back to my car. He turns the radio on, and we drive to a liquor shop. We just grab soda since Mitchel's hungover. I'm not sure why we went to the reunion but anyways, it's over. We get back in the car and drive around. We drive until I pull the car over and we sit and just chill with music low in the background. He drinks his soda until he puts it down and grabs my face, kissing me. A noise takes place in my throat, and I struggle to set my drink down so I can touch him. I grab his hips and quickly let go, letting him get out of the car so I can climb into the passenger seat, and he sits on my lap. I pull his pants down and he pulls mine down. I slowly press a finger into him and swirl it around, dirty talking to get him a bit wetter so this is easier,

"Fuck, you're tight," I groan, and he moans, wrapping his arms around me. I feel things get a little moister so I keep talking,

"So warm," I mumble and he groans, his tight hole now slick with arousal,

"Christian," he pants against my neck and I slip two more fingers inside of him, rubbing his prostate until he's grinding into my hand and moaning. I pull my fingers out and ease him onto my dick. He groans,

"You're so filling," he rolls his hips on me and I grab him, helping. This shit feels so I good I never want to stop. He's so wet and warm and fucking tight. I need it. I moan as he picks up the pace and rides me fast and hard. His hips pop against mine and he occasionally bounces a bit. I can feel my orgasm chasing me. I grab him and help him as he keeps going until I come. He finishes soon after and he pulls off of me, saying he'll drive home. We pull up our pants and he gets out, going to the drivers seat before climbing in. I take a sip of my drink and he turns up the music,

"It feels so good Mitchel," I tell him and he sighs,

"It does, but I hate admitting that I'm addicted to your body," he says and I look at him,

"Really?" I ask and he groans as he presses the brakes for a red light,

"Fuck, yes, I am," he says and I take another sip of my drink, "You're a fucking narcotic," he continues and I sigh,

"You're addicting too," I say and I decide I'll admit something to him, "I touch myself more than I tell you I do," I whisper and he grins,

"I know you do," he says,

"Remember when you said the walls were thin?" He asks and I'm blushing, "Well, I can hear your panting when you touch your dick," he says and I moan at the thought,

"I didn't know, I thought if I only quietly panted, you wouldn't hear me," I say and he smiles,

"Christian I love to hear you make noises," he says and I blush again, "It turns me on," he admits and I smile,

"Does it, now?" I tease and he laughs,

"Yeah it does," he says and keeps looking at the road, but I see he's hard again. I try not to get hard myself so I look out the window. When he gets us back home, we're silent on the way up the elevator to our apartment, but before we get inside, we can't help ourselves. We kiss until we're breathing heavily and tearing at each other's clothes. He's naked now and I follow suit, pushing him into my bedroom,

"I can't help it," I whisper against his neck and he wraps his arms around me, pulling my body on top of his,

"Don't think about it, just fuck me," he whispers back and I close my eyes, kissing him and running my hands through his loose hair. He runs his own fingers through my blonde hair until I want him to flip us over and fuck me. I think he can tell by the look in my eyes because he flips us over and spreads my legs. I feel pre-cum leave my dick when he spreads them. I've never wanted him inside of me so badly. I'm so wet I don't need preparation. He seems to notice and pushes into me. Usually I'm inside of him, but I like this. I like it a lot. I close my eyes and let my arms rest above my head. He picks up the pace after a while and keeps going until he's spilling inside of me and soon enough, I'm finishing as well, my back arching in pleasure. He kisses me again and heads off to the shower. I lay on the bed and instead of being able to stay awake to shower after him, I'm exhausted and fall asleep, the smell of him still lingering on my bed.