Manthony ✨

Don't Be A Brat

~DON'T BE A BRAT~

⚠️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

Idea by Alex_Wreck_ENGLISH

~Christian~

We're at the movies and I told Mitchel I don't like horror ones but he said he'd blow me in the shower when we got home so I agreed because I love his BJ's. Anyways, the movie isn't too bloody, it's more of a psychological one that fuck's with your head. I bounce my leg as I watch the main character looking through a hidden slit in the wall they found. It's cliche but the way the director's decided the movie to flow is different than usual so I'm kind of on edge. I don't realize I'm biting my nails a bit too far down until my teeth puncture the skin of my fingertip and I mumble an "Ow". Mitty turns to me,

"You good?" He asks, caring for me as he always does. I nod and he hands me the beer he got and I take a sip. This damn movie is making me want to check my doors every night before bed. Anyways, halfway through the movie I realize I shouldn't have drunk so much beer because now I've gotta use the bathroom. I tell Mitty and head out, looking for the nearest restroom. I head in, do my business and head back. Although, I do take my time on the way back, not wanting to keep watching that movie. Eventually I just bite the bullet and go back in, counting the letters on the floor until I'm at aisle L and head down to our seats. Middle of the theater seats are my favorite so at least Mitchel took that into consideration. I sit back down and take another sip. I feel his hand creep up my thigh and I'm honestly glad because it's a distraction from the film. His fingers trace circles on my inner thigh and I watch until his fingers are dancing over my crotch. He rubs lightly with his fingers and I lean my head back. I love the way he does this. I let him keep going until I feel him single-handedly (literally) undoing my jeans and slightly pulling down the zipper,

"Mitty," I warn and he shushes me softly, sliding his hand into my underwear, past my balls and my dick and he finds my rim. I inhale sharply and he slowly circles the sensitive spot. There's no way I can focus on the movie now. I'm painfully hard and once I think he's done with teasing me, he goes to the tip of my dick and circles his fingers there. I let out a whimper of pleasure and he slides his fingers back to my rim, using my pre-cum as a kind of lubricant. He goes back and forth like this until he just keeps circling his finger there. Just push it in. Please. Please, just fucking do it. I'm dying for him to get me off in a theater full of people. The thought of someone finding out is exhilarating and only gives him more pre-cum to use as a tease. He's not going to fuck me. I want to groan out in frustration and tell him to just do it but he takes his hand away and closes my jeans. That's when I'm not just going to sit here, let him get me hard, wet and desperate and just leave me hanging. He can't be bratty and get away with it. No way. I lean over and act like I'm leaning my head on his shoulder while I start to suck on his sweet spot on his neck. He grips my thigh and whispers my name. I've got him. I keep sucking, leaving a mark for sure when I lightly nip the area and he's the one whimpering now. I move to a different spot on his neck and my hand snakes to his dick, palming him, adding slight pressure. He's hard and dangerously warm. I rub slightly and when his breathing shifts, I pull away. He turns to me and I give him a teasing smile before coming closer so no one will see and stick out my finger by his lips. He opens his mouth and I slip my finger inside,

"Don't lick it until I say so," I say and he just closes his lips around my finger. I watch him for a good two minutes and his eyes are so filled with desperation, "Lick it," I say and he licks my fingertip twice before I take it out and grin. He gives me a face and I feel a bit bad, but hey? He left me hanging first. The best sex is when we're both fucking needy as shit.

1 hour later

"Oh, God," I groan as he goes down on me and slams my hips against the shower wall, gripping tight. At least he gave up the brat act and is giving me what he promised. Since he's true to his word, I drop my own bratty act. He doesn't even tease me now, just blows me. I moan as the shower water pours down on the two of us,

"Harder," I tell him and push his head down on my cock, hearing him gag and he sucks harder, hollowing out his cheeks until my eyes roll back and I release. I moan as I feel my load leave me, knowing it's sliding down his throat. He pulls away, wiping his mouth when he knows I'm done. I jerk him off a bit before I slam him against the wall now, watching the rain from the shower head run down his perfect body. I use the water from the shower as lubricant and slowly stretch him out. His head lolls to the side when I find his prostate,

"Right there, baby, right there," he sighs and I keep going, hitting all the right spots until I grab his dick and kiss him while I finger him. He cums in no time and we finish washing off,

"Next time you tease me in a movie theater," he says, pausing, waiting for me to look him in his eyes,

"What?" I ask and he grins,

"I'll make you moan first," he winks and I grin.