Manthony ✨

I Need You In My Veins

~I NEED YOU IN MY VEINS~

⚠️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

~Christian~

The show is tonight and I'm nervous for whatever reason. Don't get me wrong, I'm excited too, I'm sure we all are, but it's a bit nerve wracking. We're starting with a different song tonight too which makes it a bit different, shaking things up. I head to the studio in our rental car to check things out and help prepare. I listen to our songs off of Phases on the way there, singing along to practice for tonight. Eventually, I quit singing and listen to Mitchel's voice. He has such an angelic voice, it's impossible to believe it's real sometimes. I listen as I drive, humming along or tapping my thumb on the steering wheel. I feel so lucky to be with him. He's wonderful and I'm glad he's all mine. I listen to his voice, the cracks on the higher notes, the rasp on the lower ones. I'm starting to get aroused by his voice when my playlist shuffles Lust and I groan, knowing that this song is my favorite in terms of Mitchel's voice. I hear the scratches and rasps and only get more aroused, my dick aching in my pants. I pull over, breathing for a minute, listening to his voice. I try to just let the erection go away, but God I'm so turned on. I press my palm over myself and rub slightly. His voice in my ears, my hand on my hard-on, I could cum like this. I rub harder, a little faster. I moan slightly, taking my hand away, wanting more. I park the car and climb into the backseat where I have a pillow from the night we got the rental car. Mitchel was so tired he had just taken the pillow out of his carry on and used it to sleep against the window. I grab the thing and straddle it in my jeans. My breathing is shaky and labored as I start to rut against it, my cock swelling with pleasure. I moan loudly and throw my head back, rolling my hips on the pillow, getting myself off. I pant and feel sweat run down my neck as I keep going. His voice still rings through the car and I moan again, bouncing lightly on the pillow and eventually putting it against the door and humping it. This feels loads better as it's not as much pressure as straddling the pillow was. I hump and hump until I moan and heat fills my lower abdomen, pre-cum staining my boxers and I feel my orgasm about to pour out of me. I breathe his name and hump the pillow, cumming in no time as the pillow was rubbing me just right. I moan as loud as I want since I'm alone and keep my hands pressed to the window, groaning as my pants soak. When I'm done I see the pillow is slightly wet,

"Shit," I move away from it and set it on the backseat, leaving it to dry so I can wash it later. I climb back into the driver's seat (hitting my head and cursing the damn car in the process) and head towards the studio. I stop at a red light about a half a mile away from where I stopped and it dawns on me that I have nothing to cover myself with,

"Shit," I say again and just keep heading over there, deciding I'll just rush to the bathroom or something. Mitchel will be there...oh well, it'll be fine. I finally get there and park, getting out and hurrying inside,

"Finally you hauled your ass over here," Clinton says and I nod, just heading over to the bathroom. Once I'm inside I find a stall and hide in it a moment,

"Shit," I whisper,

"Kras?" I hear Mitchel's voice, the door opening and closing to the restroom,

"I, uh, yeah," I say and he tells me to open the stall door so I do,

"What's wrong?" He asks and that's when he looks down at my pants,

"I..." he just keeps looking until he looks up at me,

"Somebody couldn't wait," he smirks and pushes me into the stall, closing the door and locking it without looking back, "Sit," he says and I do, right on the dirty ass toilet with my pants. He gets on my lap and wraps his arms around me,

"So," he teases, "Tell me about it," he looks right in my eyes, gray eyes glowing,

"I, uh," I don't know why he's making me all stuttery and nervous,

"Someone's nervous today," he points out and I frown,

"I touched myself," I admit and he snakes his hand between our bodies, pressing his hand to my once again erect cock,

"Seems like you're gonna need something else this time, baby," he says and I tilt my head back, breathing heavily,

"Mitchel," I whisper, gripping his ass,

"Shh," he says and kisses the sweet spot of my neck and I whimper,

"We can't fuck now," I say and he pulls away, looking at me,

"'Course we can," he says and starts to move his clothed hips against mine, his erection is brushing mine perfectly,

"Oh, Mitchel," I don't even control the moan and he keeps going,

"Who said we can't dry fuck?" He says, trying to keep his breathing even,

"How do we fix the wet spots on our pants?" I breathe and he groans,

"Good point," and it's silent for a while after that, just the sounds of our gasps, our labored breath and occasional moan cutting through the quiet. I'm dying to be released from my pants, the touch of his dick against mine much too gentle. I pull him closer to me so his ass is rubbing me off, my abdomen getting him off. He moans and grips my hair tight as he digs his feet into the back of the toilet. This shit is erotic and I'm going to cum from the way it's so fucking dirty. He eventually loses a bit of his self control and starts to hump me faster, leaning his head back,

"I'm gonna cum," he moans, gripping my shirt. The tension is thick in the air and holy fuck all of it feels so good,

"Me too," I whisper and when I snake my hand to his covered rim, I press on the spot and feel him jump, rubbing harder on my stomach until he breathes my name desperately and busts in his pants on top of me,

"Jesus, fuck," I look at the light layer of sweat on his neck and bust, feeling his ass rub me through the orgasm. I moan, squeezing his ass and it's his turn to moan. He kisses me and his tongue fucks into my mouth, I want to get undressed and fuck him against the wall but I won't, knowing we have to go. He keeps kissing me,

"I need you in my veins," he breathes into my mouth and I slide my hands under his shirt, "I need you to make me cum again," he says between the pull of his lips on mine, the noises of our wet mouths on each other turning me on again,

"I want to make you cum again," I say, tongue tangled with his,

"Oh, please, I'm gonna get hard again," he whines and I can feel the desperation in the way he's kissing me,

"I know, we'll do it later, okay? Before the show," I whisper against his shiny lips,

"Okay," he says and pulls away, getting off of me, staring down at the wet stain on his pants,

"What do we do?" I ask and he just sighs,

"Nothing,"