Manthony ✨

Ice Cream

~ICE CREAM~

⚠️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 walk down the street, earbuds in as I watch the sun slowly set for the evening. I feel calm and at peace and the best part is, Christian will be home soon. I smile at the thought and continue my walk down to the park. The early fall leaves crunch under my Nike's and I bob my head to the music in my ears. It's refreshing, being outside. Just as I'm about to reach the park, I hear a car horn and turn around, seeing Christian wave from the drivers seat. I smile and turn around, lightly running over and pulling the earbuds out of my ears so I can talk to him,

"Hey," he says and I buckle my seat belt,

"Hey," I say back and he grins,

"Wanna go get something to eat?" He asks and I nod,

"I'm down," I say and he presses the gas and we head towards a fast food place,

"Asian food or Hispanic food?" He asks me and I shrug,

"Hispanic sounds good right now," I say and he nods,

"Mkay, you get that, I'm in the mood for Asian," he says and I smile, closing my music app and shoving my phone into my back pocket. We spend time together, eat dinner and then we go to get some ice cream. We sit in the car and eat it in silence until Christian turns to me with a glimmer in his eyes,

"What?" I ask, my heart skipping a beat because I know when he's thinking of something dirty,

"Get in the backseat," he rasps and I can feel my dick hardening beneath my pants. I set down my ice cream and crawl into the back of the car. He climbs in after me, reaching back into the front and grabbing his ice cream. He got in a cup with a spoon and I got mine in a cone. He licks the spoon and then he gets more ice cream and licks it again. My cock starts to ache in my jeans, fighting against the fabric and I watch his eyes take a glimpse at my crotch and he grins, continuing to lick at the ice cream on the spoon,

"Take your shirt off, baby," he says and I do, leaning back against the door and he comes closer, straddling my hips and eating another spoonful of ice cream. I don't say anything but I'm so fucking turned on. He smiles sweetly and scoops up another spoonful but to my surprise, he drizzles it on my chest and my abs and puts the spoon back in the cup, setting it aside and leaning down, licking at my skin and the ice cream. A strangled groan escapes my lips when his tongue drags across my nipple, making my dick throb. He licks my chest and down to my navel until the ice cream is gone. I'm breathing heavy and I'm hard as fuck,

"Kras-" I start but get cut off as I moan softly once he palms me through my pants. He rubs his hand lightly over me until I start to squirm under the touch that's much too light. He takes his hand away and reaches for more ice cream, drizzling some on the skin right above the waistband of my jeans. He bends down and holds my hips as he licks it off of me, kissing my skin lightly as his hands trail up my chest and he teases my nipples with his thumbs,

"Christian," I breathe and he keeps going until the ice cream is gone once again. He unbuttons my jeans and unzips them, gently pulling them down to my thighs. Pre-cum stains the fabric of my boxers and I bite my lip as I watch him pull my underwear down and he drizzles more ice cream on my dick and some onto my balls, the cold surprisingly not bothering me. He grabs my hips and runs his tongue over the ice cream on my balls and my chest heaves as he does so until he moves onto my dick, teasing the tip and lightly sucking at the head until I can't take it anymore,

"Christian, please," I groan and he takes me into his mouth, sucking until I'm moaning and he takes one hand away from my hip to palm himself and rub lightly,

"Oh, God," I groan as my tip hits the back of his throat and I start releasing into his mouth. I groan and glance at the hand over his crotch, which is now opening his jeans and digging into his boxers, stroking his length. I moan out my orgasm and he pulls away, stroking himself to climax inside of his pants. He groans and leans back as he finishes. For a moment, we just look at each other, breathing heavily,

"Let's go wash all that sticky sugar," he says and we drive home. I try to get my mind off of it, but the events from earlier keep running through my mind all throughout the night. The rest of the way home, in the shower, in bed as I try to find sleep, listening to his soft, steady breathing beside me. I hope that he feels as feral with desire as I do because on some days, it's eating me alive,

"I love you," I whisper, even though he can't hear me.