Manthony ✨

I Know Why Now

~I KNOW WHY NOW~

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~

We're showering together and I'm massaging soap into his hair, thinking as I watch the bubbles pop. It's been a while since we've had a more romantic shower rather than one where we're fucking each other's brains out. I keep soaping up his hair until I take my hands away and he starts to rinse it off. I watch him for a moment and just take in how handsome he is. Eventually, I find the mind to tear my eyes away and start soaping up my own hair,

"Here," he says and takes over, running his long fingers through my blonde locks, his nails lightly dragging on my scalp. I close my eyes and let relaxation numb my body. We don't really talk much, just feel the moment. He takes his hands away and I rinse my hair off. We continue on to our bodies and soap each other up before we both rinse off and get out, wrapping towels around our waists. I tie my hair back and tie his back for him,

"I love you," he whispers, looking at me in the mirror. I kiss his shoulder and press my body against his from behind him,

"I love you more," I whisper back and he turns around, his gray eyes looking right into my slightly darker ones and he puts his hand on the back of my neck and the other on my waist as he presses his lips to mine. I kiss him back, tasting shampoo and love. I embrace the flavor and he seems to as well. I grab his hips and his other hand flies to my hair and he begins untying my ponytail. I can hear the small tie drop to the bathroom floor as he runs his hands through my hair, continuing to kiss me. I pull away after a few more moments,

"Let's go get dressed, baby," I whisper, pressing my forehead to his. I watch him breathing, falling in love with even the littlest of details that come with him,

"Okay," he breathes and we head back to my bedroom where I toss him one of my t-shirts and a pair of my boxers. I don't mind sharing. He climbs into the clothes and then slides into my sheets. I finish getting a t-shirt and boxers on as well and climb in beside him,

"Come here," he whispers and I move closer to him,

"Mitchel," I whisper, loving the way his name sounds on my tongue,

"Christian," he whispers right back and I smile softly,

"Say your name," I whisper, wanting to know what it sounds like coming off of his lips, rolling off of his tongue,

"Mitchel," he whispers and I close my eyes before opening them and leaning forward to kiss him, my eyes closing again. When we pull away, sleep feels close yet far. I can't tell if I want to stay awake and stare in his eyes or fall asleep and dream of them. I decide I'll go with the latter and I pull him close, intertwining our fingers and holding his hand as I close my eyes to try and find rest. He's my other half and nothing will ever feel so completing. The sound of the city is muted and soft outside the window and the warmth of his body next to mine is comforting beyond anything I've ever known. If this is being in love, then now I understand why people are so afraid of losing it. And why they're so afraid of falling in it.