Manthony ✨

I Miss You

~I MISS YOU~

⚠️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

Just a silly pic of Mitty for this chapter :D

~Mitchel~

I haven't seen him in two weeks. He's been out, visiting his family and I've been back home with my brother and our friends, wishing each day would go by faster so I could see him. He's coming back home tomorrow and I'm in bed, antsy as fuck and restless. It's been 3 hours and I haven't fallen asleep. I'm thinking about seeing him, when I start imagining running my hands over his bare chest, his back, those muscles...he's so hot. I feel a hot rush of arousal pool into my abdomen and blood starts to fill my cock. I palm myself through my boxers and lean my head against the pillows, closing my eyes. I can hear my brother and the boys drinking and laughing outside in the living room. If I start to touch myself, what if one of them walks in? No, no, no. I don't want that so I just take my hand away from my crotch and try to fall asleep. I can't stop thinking of Christian and my dick is only getting harder, leaking into my boxers. I can't take it anymore and I reach under the fabric and wrap my hand around my member. Just touching it makes a wave of heat smash into my abdomen and I let out a quiet moan. I squeeze a bit, giving my dick a tight fit and start stroking, closing my eyes and fantasizing about his body. The fantasies grow and grow and so does the pleasure coursing through me. A layer of sweat costs my skin and I let out a louder moan as I go faster. My balls draw up and I hope they don't hear me because as I orgasm, releasing everywhere, I groan his name and pant as I come down from my high. I still want more, fuck, I still want more. I want him here so badly. Just then the door bursts open and I prop myself up on my elbows, my brothers silhouette in the doorway,

"Mitty?" He whispers, "You awake?" He asks and I clear my throat a bit,

"Yeah," I say and he comes in,

"Good, good, I have a surprise for you," he says, "I'll bring it in," he says and I'm expecting a fucking rat or something dumb like that but that's when I see him come back and I can see his silhouette in the doorway as Clinton walks away,

"Christian," I whisper and get out of bed, I watching him spread his arms to catch me as I jump up and wrap myself around him. He carries me into the room, kicking the door closed and my fingers fumble for the lock before he drops me on the bed,

"Your sheets are wet," he mumbles against my neck and I press my hips up against his,

"I masturbated," I say and I can feel his erection against my stomach,

"Fuck, Mitty," he groans and sucks on the sweet spot of my neck, my hands flying to his zipper,

"I wanna have sex, I want to so bad," I say and he kisses me, his tongue stroking my bottom lip. We're undressed in seconds and he gets me prepped. Once I'm ready, he pushes in and I look up at him, running my fingers through his blonde hair,

"I'm so in love with you," I whisper and he kisses me,

"Me too," he breathes and eventually, what's passionate becomes desperate and lustful. He's ramming into me and my prostate throbs with pleasure. I'm moaning, he's moaning, and we can't stop even if we tried. I don't care anymore that the guy might hear. My cock is sticking straight up, the tip being the rubbed by his abs each time he strokes in and out of me. Eventually, both of us come, moaning out our orgasms until we just flop over and cuddle. After a while, we go to wash off and I run my fingers through his wet hair and he traces my lips with his index finger,

"You're so handsome," he whispers,

"You're more handsome," I say and he smiles,

"Only because I'm in love with you," he whispers and the way he says it is so full of love that I part my lips slightly and he moves his index finger away, sliding his thumb into my mouth. I let him pull me a bit closer and we kiss until we pull away and fall asleep in each other's arms for the millionth time. I can't stop thinking about the way he said he was in love with me. I drift off and dream of spending forever with him.