Manthony ✨

São Paulo Pt. 2

~SÁO PAULO PT. 2~

An even longer chapter:

⚠️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~

The taxi ride back is scenic and I oddly feel romantic. Like I'm on a honeymoon or something. We drive by all these tall buildings, the city life at night surreal and prepossessing. I squeeze Christian's hand and he reciprocates the loving action. The taxi driver asks us if we're hungry after our long flight and we all burst out in food requests. He laughs and says he knows a good place for street food. I dig out five bucks to tip him for being so generous and going out of his way to take us to get food. When we arrive, I open the door to the smell of fresh food cooking. I hand the driver the wad of cash and thank him for his kindness. Clinton whips out a credit card and puts it in his pocket, at the ready,

"What do you want?" Christian asks me and I stare at the street tacos, nearly salivating at the smell, "Okay, okay," he laughs and takes me over to the taco stand where I get myself three reasonably sized tacos and a nice and cool signature drink. Clinton goes for the salads and Christian just joins me and grabs some tacos. We find a place to sit and eat and talk among the bustling of others. The vibe of the place is amazing and everyone is so social, it's very welcoming as a foreigner,

"So are we gonna switch things up and start with a different song tomorrow?" Clinton asks and I shrug,

"I mean, we usually start with Too Late but we can switch it up this time if you guys want," I say and Kras nods,

"Yeah I was thinking we could start with I Never Existed this time," he says and we all agree on it, continuing to it. I see a young girl getting churros and tap Christian,

"Can we get some?" I ask, feeling like a little kid and he tilts his head to the side, cutely smiling at me,

"Alright, not too much though, we need to catch another taxi and get to the hotel," he says and I throw my arms around him. He holds me tight and when I pull away his face shows me what looks like worry and a hint of sadness,

"What is it?" I ask and he pulls me in tight again,

"I thought I lost you the night the car hit you," he says and I wrap my arms around him, my hands going for his hair,

"I'm here, I'm here baby, I'm here," I say and he buries his face in my neck, lightly kissing my skin. He pulls away and gives me a smile, saying he'll go get me some churros. I sit for a minute, watching him walk over when I stare at the ground and start fidgeting with the rings on my fingers, anxious suddenly,

"You good, mate?" My brother seems to notice and I nod,

"Just a bit jet lagged," I say,

"Alright, get some rest tonight," he says and leans in a bit, as if to say something private, "And keep the fucking to a minimum while we're here," he says and I blush,

"Hey," I'm embarrassed, I can't lie but he just sighs,

"We're sleeping the same room," he points out, "Yeah, different beds, but y'all moan and groan and talk dirty," he says and I'm sure I'm as red as the tomatoes on my now non-existent taco,

"I..." I trail off, "Are we that loud?" I ask and he frowns,

"It's not really a matter of loud it's a matter of me knowing when y'all are getting down and dirty that's a bit uncomfortable," he says and I'm reassured, "Listen, you're my younger brother, that's all, I'm a bit protective," he crosses his arms and sits back. Christian comes back with the churros,