Manthony ✨

Pre-Show Sex

~PRE-SHOW SEX~

⚠️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'm nervous about the show tonight. I'm usually not so nervous, but maybe that's because I'm sober. I bite my nails and bounce my leg in the passenger seat of his car as we drive home to get ready. The show is in two hours and thinking about it makes my heart skip a beat so I ask Christian if we can stop by the liquor store to grab some cigarettes. We pull over and grab some, paying and getting out of there. I whip one out and light it, taking a long drag, blowing the smoke out, slowly,

"Somebody's anxious," Christian smiles and looks at me before turning back to focus on the road,

"I don't know why," I say and he puts a hand on my thigh,

"It'll be fine, tonight's gonna be fun, okay? I'll be right there with you," he says and I nod, blowing out more smoke. I'm already starting to feel lighter, like nothing in the world could take away this chill feeling that's running through me. I sigh and lean back, opening the window and draping one arm out as we watch the sunset. We get back home and I lay on our bed as Christian starts to get undressed, getting ready to take a shower and get ready for the show. I watch him drop his shirt into the laundry and I stare at his abs. I blow more smoke out and put my cigarette out in the ashtray on the nightstand. I watch him take his pants and boxers off and that's when I can't keep ignoring the fact that I'm sweating under my clothes and I'm bricked up,

"Christian," I say and he turns to me, standing on one foot as he takes off his other stubborn sock,

"Huh?" He says and I start to breathe heavier as my heart races,

"Come here," I say and I must look scared 'cause he gets his sock off and comes over,

"What is it? Are you okay? Do you need water?" He asks and I shake my head. Maybe it's the high but I'm so horny all of a sudden and I'm so hard I feel like my pants might rip. I turn and let my eyes search his abs and then follow the V of his taut abdomen down to his dick when I can't take it anymore. I get on my knees on the bed and rip my clothes off. I grab him and drag him onto the bed with me,

"Mitchel! We have to get ready," he says but I just pull his mouth onto mine and he starts to kiss me, my kiss sloppy and desperate,

"I don't care, just fuck me," I breathe into his mouth, my tongue fucking his. He groans and sits up, grabbing some lubricant and crawling back on top of me,

"You're lucky you're so fucking hot," he says and opens the bottle,

"Why?" I ask and he puts some on his finger, rubbing it on the rim of my ass,

"Because our asses were supposed to get ready," he starts, fingers teasing my entrance, "But you and your horny ass had to get me horny too," he says and pushes his finger inside, making me sigh. He stretches me out with one finger until I can take two, then three,

"That feels really good," I mumble and he laughs,

"You needa find a way to sober up a bit before the show," he jokes and I moan when he starts rubbing my prostate,

"There it is," he says and I try to fuck his fingers, moving my hips when he pulls his fingers out and clicks his tongue,

"Baby, you gotta wait or you'll come before you get to take my dick," he says and I feel pre-cum start to drip onto the sheets,

"Hurry up," I mumble, feeling submissive and he raises an eyebrow,

"Oh?" He asks and looks in my eyes as he puts lube on his dick and some more onto the rim of my ass,

"Sorry," I say and he smiles,

"That's what I thought," he says and when he climbs between my spread legs and lines himself up with me, he looks into my eyes, "It's a shame you won't be able to stand at the show tonight," he smirks and pushes into me hard,

"Christian!" I scream and he starts a fast pace right away, giving me no time to adjust. I'd be a pussy if I were to complain after I was the one to initiate tonight's "love-making session". I start to moan as his cock hits all the right spots in such a rough and carnal manner. I wrap my arms around his back, dragging my nails down his skin. If I won't be able to walk at the show, then he's gonna have scratch marks down his back. My legs wrap around his hips, pushing him into me with more force,

"Jesus, fuck, Mitchel," he groans as he climbs his high and keeps thrusting until I feel him spill inside of me. He keeps thrusting to help me come and when he continues his thrusting and reaches down and rubs the head of my cock. I throw my head back and feel my orgasm on the edge,

"Yeah, baby, come on," he purrs, "Come," he says and I keep climbing higher and higher,

"Oh, fuck," I moan and he keeps rubbing the head and thrusting into my prostate,

"Come on, baby, make this a good one since you won't be able to walk after," he teases and that's when he leans down and bites my neck, sucking on the skin,

"Christian," I moan, eyes rolling back to my head as he fucks me hard and fast,

"Your cock's dripping," he purrs and I feel his tongue graze my nipple. The hot feeling pools into my stomach and I know I'm going to come soon,

"Oh, my God," I groan and he keeps at me, fucking my prostate, rubbing my cock, sucking on my nipple. I'm going to come. I can feel it building up, hot and fast in my abdomen. Pleasure blinds me as he bites my nipple lightly, pinches my tip and thrusts hard as fuck. I come on the spot and as I do he keeps thrusting and wraps his hand around my dick, jerking me off until I'm sweating hard and panting. I finish completely and I'm so drained. He pulls out and I can't move,

"Still horny?" He asks and I stare down at my dick, which is unfortunately (somehow) looking for another round. I turn back to Christian but he's gone. The shower is running and I can hear him singing the songs we'll be performing at the show tonight. I sit up and throw my legs over the edge of the bed. My ass hurts horribly. I sit there and wrap my hand around my erection, pumping myself until I come all over my clothes that are still on the floor. I groan, too lazy to wash them, but knowing I have to. I stand up and shit I really can't walk. I limp over to the bathroom and get in the shower with Christian. All he does is grin as he keeps singing, occasionally winking at me. I shakily wash off and once we get to the stage where we'll perform, I collapse in a chair and hold my microphone, embarrassed at the fact that I literally got the shit fucked out of me and everyone's gonna realize. Hopefully they'll just think it's for my back or something. Wait, that might work even though it's lame. I could just say I fell down the stairs like a dumbass and needa sit. Christian plays around with his guitar before walking up to me,

"Hey, don't sweat it," he says and pulls off his shirt, turning around and having me look at the marks on his back from my nails, "Marks?" He asks,

"Yeah," I say, feeling a bit better about my state,

"See? We're both marked up and have sore asses at times," he says and starts a guitar version of Too Late. I smile and turn on my microphone as we practice for the real deal. He turns to me and we both grin before I start the song,

"Look what happened, I don't feed her fear, I feed her habits," I nod my head and he does too as we get into the music, "Took her to the Heaven's in a carriage, ain't no white horse, white had her doin' backflips," I sing like I'm in the studio, making a song, relaxed, with my eyes closed. I smile and knowing Christian's right next to me, playing guitar makes me forget about everything, living in just this moment. People start filing in once we have the lights off, purple smoke and flashing lights go off followed by the start of our INTRO as the Phases tour begins. I grin and that's when I greet the crowd,

"What's up L.A.?"