Manthony ✨

Got A Problem?

~GOT A PROBLEM?~

⚠️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~

We're on our third show in Brazil, this time in Ribeirão Preto. I get ready to go onstage when Christian comes up behind me and kisses my neck, lightly nipping,

"You know you're gonna do great," he whispers and I grip my microphone a little tighter,

"Don't leave a mark," I tell him as he sucks on my sweet spot,

"You know I'm leaving one," he says and runs his tongue over the spot, making me shiver, "I'm showing everyone that you're mine," he grabs my hips and I have to pull away so I don't get hard and want to stay. He grins, "Hickey's look good on you, mate," he teases and I roll my eyes, waiting until I can go on stage. I step up on the platform,

"What's up?" I shout and smoke goes off, guitar and sax following, "Hard to stay awake, I'm so exhausted," I start I Don't Like Darkness and the crowd starts to cheer and sing along with me. It's a loud night and when it's time for I Never Existed and Too Late things start to heat up. Especially between me and Christian. He comes up to me as I'm singing Too Late, grabbing my hips and fake grinding against my ass when he actually starts to let his body grind against mine,

"Had to send her home, I had her dope sick," I sing, holding in a groan when I feel that he's hard against my ass. He echoes my lines and we keep singing until he pulls away and starts to kiss me or poke at my stomach. The teasing is getting to me and when he grabs my neck and pulls me in for a kiss at the end of the song, I press my hips against his, my dick against his thigh. I turn the mic off for a moment,

"Keep the teasing down," I say and he looks at my erection,

"Why? Afraid to let 'em know you're mine?" He asks and I let out a breathy groan before switching the mic back on and starting I Never Existed. The rest of the show is a pain considering Christian's teasing and my painfully obvious erection. He managed to discreetly cup me and squeeze at one point and I had moaned into the microphone, thankfully it fit into the song and sounded more like a vocal than me trying not to cum.

When the show is over, I'm desperate in the taxi beside Christian. Clinton seemed to notice when we were leaving the stadium so he sat in the front with the driver, leaving me and Christian to figure shit out in the backseat,

"You better get me off when we get back," I whisper and he keeps at my neck, his mouth turning me on further,

"That's my plan," he breathes against my skin and I grip his thigh, eventually resting my hand over his dick, "Careful, I don't wanna make a mess in this poor man's car," he says and I bite my lip,

"Fuck it, I can't wait for the hotel," I say and grab his hand, putting it over my aching erection, "Do what you did at the amusement park," I say and he widens his eyes,

"Are you sure? Here?" He asks and I nod vigorously,

"I'm desperate, Kras, please," I say and he sighs before he squeezes lightly and I turn my head to start kissing at his neck, "Unbutton them," I whisper and he turns to me, my lips brushing against his jaw,

"Now?" He asks, clearly nervous about it and I nod. He does, unbuttoning my jeans and shoving his hand over my boxers. The closeness of his hand feels so good on its own. He squeezes again and I gasp, tilting my head back, rubbing my hips against his hand, "Fuck," he breathes and my breathing is getting heavier the harder he squeezes. He keeps going and I'm so fucking turned on by this man,

"Christian," I half whisper half moan and he rubs me over my boxers and I feel my eyes roll back as I coat my underwear and his hand. He gives me a pained look and I can see that he's super hard so I reach over and rub him over his pants,

"Mitty," he sighs and I just lean in to keep kissing his neck, pulling his shirt down and going for his shoulders,

"What? You gonna cum?" I ask and he bucks his hips up into my hand,

"More," he chokes out and I rub faster, harder. He bites his fist and it's the hottest thing. He's dangerously hot and hard underneath his pants and I decide to get a bit devilish. I ask Clinton to close the tinted glass of the taxi that separates the front and back seats,

"Are you serious?" He whispers over his shoulder, "Are you two seriously gonna fuck in the back seat of a moving car?" He gestures towards our situation and I don't answer so he just groans and closes it, making conversation with the driver. I pull my pants down and free his erection from the tight constraints,

"Are we really gonna do this?" He asks and I shove my fingers in his mouth,

"Yeah, I need you inside of me," I say and he moans around my fingers, licking and sucking until I slowly push one into me, loosening myself up, "Do you have to make me so horny on stage?" I ask and he just stares at my dick,

"Sorry," he mumbles and I tilt his chin up,

"Quit staring," I say, blushing a bit and he grabs me, stroking lightly,

"Sorry, you're just so pretty," he sighs and I kiss him, my knees on either side of his thighs and before we know what we're doing, he's inside of me and we're humping and grinding and moaning as quietly as possible. He's rubbing against my prostate and I'm peppering kisses on his face as he bucks up into me,

"You're tight," he groans as he holds my hips tight,

"You feel good," I slur as he keeps pumping into me,

"Fuck," he whispers and kisses at my chest, pulling my T-shirt down, sucking and licking at my nipples. I'm rock hard as he drills my ass and it's the position we're in that's making the heat in my abdomen build,

"Can I ride you like this more often?" I ask between breaths and he cups my ass,

"You better," he says and it's the fact that my chest is at a good level with his mouth that makes me crazy. We keep moving until he starts kissing me over my shirt and resting the side of his face against me, letting me grind and roll my hips on him,

"We're gonna make a mess," he whispers and I dig my knees into the car seat,

"I am," I breathe and he looks at my dick, then looking back up at me,

"Get off, I'll use my mouth," he says and I stop my movements, just feeling him inside of me,

"Or we can sit like this," I say and he lifts me up,

"Too tempting," he says and lays me down, "Now this, I can work with," he says and takes me into his mouth, sucking,

"Christian," I moan and he does it all the right ways. Not too long after, I'm spurting down his throat and he's swallowing with no shame. I feel feral, watching him drink me down like that. I tackle him and give him head right back until we're both a sweaty, horny mess,

"I feel bad for the driver," I say and he frowns,

"Yeah, same," he says and I shrug,

"At least we didn't make a mess," I say and he laughs,

"Yeah but it smells sweaty and we were moaning," he says and I sit on his lap,

"What? Do you have a problem with him knowing that you're mine?"