Manthony ✨

Restaurant

~RESTAURANT~

⚠️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 have a love hate relationship with restaurants. The food isn't the problem and neither is the lighting (even though it's remarkably dim sometimes). It's probably just the fact that it's so crowded and hot from all the cooking. I bring up restaurants since I'm sitting in one with all the boys, picking at food I can barely see. I don't want to take part in the conversation my brain is blocking out. Instead, I just let my eyes drift to the sports they play on the TV's by the bar. I pick at my food again before taking a bite so I don't look like I'm being a pain in the ass by moping. I finally pull myself into the conversation at the table,

"Where should we go for a trip this weekend?" Pat, another friend of ours asks and I frown. I was hoping to stay in bed with Mitchel all weekend but since that's not happening, I take another bite of my food so I don't have to say anything,

"We can just go to the beach or something and bring some beers," Mitchel says and everybody starts nodding so I nod as well and take a sip of my Dr. Pepper. I set my drink down and I'm about to say something when Mitchel's hand slides up my thigh and he squeezes. I turn to him and he tells me he's going to the bathroom. I nod but he gives me a strange look. I understand immediately. Meet me there. My heart pounds against my rib cage and I eventually get up to follow him. When I open the door to the bathroom, he's standing there and beckons for me to follow him into the biggest stall,

"Pull your pants down," he says quietly, seductively,

"Why?" I ask and he pulls a vibrator out of his pocket, making my heart sink into my stomach. He grins and I feel myself getting hard, "Mitchel," I whisper and he twirls it in his fingers,

"Come on, baby," he taps the button on my jeans, "It'll feel good," he says and I let his fingers climb up my body to my neck, "And besides," he whispers, lips against my neck now, "All that talk is so boring," he emphasizes "boring" and I sigh, starting to unbutton and unzip my jeans, making his grin grow wider. Once my boxers are at my knees, he slips it inside of me and I pull my clothes back on, getting situated when I feel him turn it on,

"I have a remote, so I can control the speed," he whispers and smiles again, "If I hear you moan, I'll be fucking you into my mattress," he says and fuck that voice,

"Okay," I reply and he smiles,

"Good, let's go back to the boys," he says and once I sit down at the table, he turns it up one level higher. I inhale sharply and glance at him. When no one's looking, he puts a finger up to his pursed lips then smiles like the devil. I like it. Eventually, it starts to feel less bothersome, but rather it starts to feel good. Really good. I bite on my fork and let out a small groan. In my peripheral vision, I can see him grinning. The boys continue talking and that's when they turn to me and of course, Mitchel turns the vibrator up and I nearly choke,

"Kras, you look like you needa take a bad shit, mate," Jesse says and I let out a strangled laugh,

"Nah, I just have a hard time looking at your face," I joke and he laughs,

"That was a good one," he says and goes back to getting drunk like the mess we all are. I didn't feel like drinking and after all I guess I'm going to have to drive. Or Mitchel. Either way. I let out a soft moan and it's getting harder to keep quiet when I feel like I'm going to cum any second. He reaches over and presses the palm of his hand to my dick and starts rubbing slowly, making a louder groan escape my throat,

"Shh," he says and thank God the guys are tipsy as hell otherwise I would've been cooked, "Don't cum yet," he whispers in my ear and I moan softly, grabbing his hand and pulling it away from me,

"Can we go now?" I ask and he smiles,

"Not yet, baby," he whispers and I groan again, half in frustration, half in pleasure. He turns the vibrator up another notch and I'm really losing it here. After about 10 more minutes, we're all getting back into the car. Mitchel drives and the guys are a drunk mess in the backseat while I try not to cum in the passenger seat. Mitchel turns the music up a bit and I take the opportunity to let out a soft moan,

"Mitty," I whisper and he turns to me, clearly seeing the desperation in my eyes,

"You okay?" He asks and I groan, biting my lip,

"I'm gonna cum," I breathe, fisting at my thighs and breathing heavier,

"Don't," he says, "Hold on," he presses down on the gas a bit more and we're going pretty damn fast until we get back to our apartment. We tell the guys and then head inside. I'm about to bust my load so I grab Mitchel's arm,

"Mitty," I breathe again and he turns the vibrator down. On the elevator ride up I keep letting out breathy moans that I can see are making him hard. We reach our apartment and he drags me to his bedroom where he throws me on the bed and I immediately fumble for my jeans. He lets me as he starts to undress himself. I finally pull my pants and boxers down, tossing them aside and I start begging,

"Take it out, please, Mitty," I moan and he does, making me sigh in relief, "Thank you," I whisper and he pours some lube on his dick before shoving himself into me. He groans and I wrap my legs around him,

"Did you lock the door?" I ask and he just groans again,

"I don't care," he breathes and honestly, same. I let him fuck me and I start moaning again, my orgasm just around the corner. After a few more thrusts, I start to cum and he moans as his thrusts get sloppier by the second,

"Christian," he moans and pushes in again, pulling out slowly, then pushing in hard. The sound of our skin connecting fills the room as well as our breathing and his moans. He starts to cum inside of me and I groan as he pulls out,

"You feel so fucking good," he says and I sit up,

"Don't you put a vibrator in me for that long again," I say and he grins,

"That shit had me aroused," he admits and those words make my cock surge, "I can't promise you," he says and I roll my eyes before we fuck again.