Manthony ✨

3:00 AM

~3:00 AM~

⚠️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~

I wake up to darkness. Christian's still beside me, breathing softly as he continues to sleep. I rub my eyes and shift my body, trying to find a more comfortable position. He stirs a bit and inhales sharply before mumbling, "Mitty," and wrapping his arm around me. I bury my face in his shoulder and breathe in his natural scent mixed with body wash and deodorant. I love his smell. It feels like home and makes me feel safe. His body is warm against mine so I curl into him and try to fall back asleep. That's when I hear something. I hear laughing from outside the door. I prop myself up on my elbow and look under the small space of the door at the dim light shining out in the hallway. Two pairs of feet show up outside the door and I frown. They start speaking and I can tell it's Jesse and Clinton, still drunk,

"Are they in there?" Jesse asks and my brother laughs,

"Probably," he replies and just then the doorknob rattles before they both walk away, realizing it's locked. I exhale and lay back down, running my hair through Christian's hair. His hair is still a bit wet from the shower. I bury my face back into his shoulder until my thoughts go from innocent love to sexual desires. I think of how smooth his skin is, his muscles, the way his rich lips are practically made for my thinner ones. The way he uses his tongue to tease mine, the way his tongue works my dick. The feel of him inside of me never fails to make me orgasm. His eyes are gorgeous and they're always glazed when he's fucking me. He's gorgeous. I love the feel of his hands on my skin, the feel of his fingers on my dick or inside me. I think about him until I'm hard, trying to just sleep it off. He shifts and wakes up about 10 minutes later and looks at me,

"What time is it?" He rubs his eyes and reaches for the clock on his nightstand, "3:13," he mumbles and lays back down, turning to me, "What're you doing awake?" He asks and I shrug,

"I just woke up out of nowhere," I say and he smiles, tucking a strand of my loose hair behind my ear,

"I love you," I whisper and he kisses me. I close my eyes and what starts as a light kiss gets heavier and I move closer, our bodies touching. At this point I'm getting hard again and he is too,

"Clinton and Jesse walked by earlier," I breathe and he gives a soft groan,

"Fuck it, I don't care," his hands are sliding up my back and I give breathy moans against his lips. He tugs at the collar of my shirt and I let him slip it off, tossing it into the abyss. He gets on top of me and pulls my boxers down before taking his own clothes off as well. I get harder the second I see his dick and he can tell, "Like what you see, baby?" He asks and I moan softly,

"Yes," I breathe and he reaches over me to grab some lube from his nightstand drawer. He puts some around the rim of my ass and then he puts some on his dick. I watch him, biting my lip at the way that hand moves. Then he grabs my hip and pushes into me. I moan and the sound seems to be something he likes, making his thrusts get faster already. I'm losing my shit underneath his muscular body,

"Christian," I groan and he wraps one hand around my neck, his sparkling eyes now shining with lust as he looks right at me,

"Moan for me, baby," his low voice makes me moan just how he wants. His cock brushes against my prostate and I let out a strangled groan, wrapping my arms around his back, digging my nails into his skin,

"Drag them," he breathes and I do, making him groan into the crook of my neck as he keeps thrusting. I hope the guys in the other room can't hear us, but I'm too fucking close to orgasm to care. My legs fall from his hips and dig into the sheets, grounding my body as I start to sweat and moan a bit louder. He takes the spreading of my legs as an opportunity to move even faster and soon I'm releasing all over him. I moan out the pleasure and he thrusts a few more times before he groans and releases within me. After he comes down from his high, he pulls out of me, making me shiver and he rolls over, catching his breath before we head to the shower. The nightlight in the shower that's there for a nice, dim light when you don't want to use the real light reflects over Christian's muscles and I feel a sudden rush of desire flood my veins as I step in right after him.