Manthony ✨

Chlorine

~CHLORINE~

⚠️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 can't stop staring at him. His gray eyes meet mine from across the pool and my heart jumps. He smiles and sinks under the water. It's just us in the pool tonight. Alone. I close my eyes and don't open them when I feel his lips brush against mine before he starts kissing me. He tastes like chlorine and Mitchel. My back is pressed against the pool's edge. I wrap my arms around him before resting my hand on the back of his neck. When he pulls away, I let my eyes meet his again and he smiles at me. That smile,

"Wanna get more drinks?" He asks and I turn my head back to the group of people inside. I don't want to. I like being alone with him in the pool. I want to keep kissing him but I also know that the guys might come out and see us. I sigh and nod my head before pulling myself out of the pool. He follows suit and I can't help but let my eyes drift over his abs. I shift my gaze and we walk back inside. I start pouring myself some more alcohol and I watch him grab a beer,

"Hey, what about playing some fun board game?" Jesse, one of the guys we've known for a long time suggests and I frown, knowing it's going to involve some sort of sexual shit but since everyone's agreeing, I kind of have no choice so I agree. We all sit in a circle on the living room floor with music in the background. I just keep taking sips of my drink as Clinton closes his eyes and picks a random card that'll have something on it that says whoever the arrow lands on has to do whatever the task or demand is with the second person the arrow lands on. This is gonna be a set-up for sure. I watch him grin as he reads the card,

"Kiss whoever the arrow lands on until it gets heated," he reads and I have to bite the cup's edge so as not to make a noise. He reaches over his drink to spin the arrow and I watch anxiously as the arrow, of course, lands on Mitchel. He sets his beer down and it's his turn to spin since the arrow landed on him. I make a face because I just know it's gonna land on me and surprise, surprise, it does. I set my drink down and Clinton winks at me when Jesse isn't looking. My face gets red and I'm desperately trying to make this look like I don't want Mitchel. But I do and it's getting hard to deny. I move closer to him and put my hand on the side of his neck, leaning in and kissing him. I kiss him until it starts to get heated. He's breathing heavily and pulls away for air before diving back in to kiss me again. I don't hear the guys telling us we can stop before Mitchel pulls away. Jesse sits there, mouth agape and I stutter,

"What?" I blurt and he laughs,

"Y'all really went for that one," he laughs and I'm glad he's brushing it off, but God forbid this gets juicier. Jesse picks a card this time,

"Oooh, this one's spicy," he laughs and takes another sip of his alcohol before reading it, "Tell the other person horny desire's you have about them until they're turned on," he laughs and I just drag my hands down my face. I am trying not to lose it and Mitty just gives me a look. I look away because this game was a bad idea. I'm about to just stand up and leave when I see the arrow land on me. Fuck,

"Seriously?" I blurt and the guys just laugh,

"Yeah, mate," Jesse says and I groan. Clinton spins the dial and that's when I see it. He's rigging the game. He makes the arrow land on Mitchel and I give him the death glare. Mitty swallows when he sees it land on him,

"What the fuck?" I pout and Jesse just laughs again,

"Go on," he says and I frown, swallowing before I open my mouth and decide to just let it spill out,

"I wanna shove you against the wall and fuck you," I say and his eyes flash as he looks at me, "I wanna fuck you into my mattress," I can't stop now, "I wanna kiss your face off," I finally stop when Jesse let's out a "whoa!" I blush and I quickly tuck my legs up to my chest. I hope they think it was for the game. I watch Mitchel's face go red and when the guys look away and continue the game, he mouths,

"I'm hard," to me and I swallow before mouthing, "Me too," back. He bites his bottom lip and I exhale. My God he's hot. The guys are eventually drunk as shit and Mitty and I take advantage and go to the other room,

"Did you mean it?" He asks as I close the door to the bedroom, locking it,

"What?" I ask, a bit tipsy,

"During the game, what you said you wanted to do to me," he explains and I feel sweat start to coat my skin,

"Yeah," I say and he comes up to me and smashes his lips against mine, pressing me into the wall, breathing into my mouth,

"Can we have sex on whoever's bed this is?" He asks and I make a noise in the back of my throat before I cup his ass and he jumps up, wrapping his legs around my hips. I carry him over to the bed before I lightly drop him, his lips pulling away from mine. We're both shirtless from the pool, so that has us halfway. I lean over and grab his arms, sliding them above his head as I kiss him. We kiss until he starts to moan into my mouth, so I pull away and slip his pants down. I drag him closer to me by the ankles and get on my knees at the edge of the bed. He props himself on his elbows and watches as I start to suck his dick. Eventually, he can't watch anymore, and he leans back and moans, arching his back. I groan against him and keep going until he's coming. He grabs at my hair and moans and it's turning me the fuck on,

"Mitchel," I groan against him, and he's completely done. I pull away and he tells me to lay on the bed, so I do. He takes my clothes off and straddles my hips. I groan when he slides down onto my dick after putting some lubricant on me. He gets himself in the right position before he starts moving. The sweet buzz of the alcohol and the arousal are mixing together deliciously. I groan as he begins to roll his hips on me, making me feel sweat beads on my neck. I grab his hips and help him. He's breathing heavily and holy fuck it feels good to have him riding me. I love the way he breathes when we have sex. Eventually my orgasm is tearing through me, and his second one is as well. We take a shower in the bathroom down the hallway and then meet the guys out in the living room who are a mess and watching a movie. We just decide to go back to that bed and sleep. I take my shirt off and so does he, burying his face in my shoulder. I close my eyes as his fingers play with my hair,

"I love you," I whisper, and he lets out a shaky breath,

"Me too," he says and turns over to kiss me. He still tastes like chlorine and Mitchel.