Manthony ✨

I Just Love You

~I JUST LOVE 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

~Christian~

"Promise me you won't leave," his voice is dismal and his eyes have oceans of tears swimming in them, wild waves that crash white once they hit the sclera,

"Never," I whisper and kiss him, our lips connecting like two pieces of a puzzle, his wet with salty tears and mine wet with hope and love,

"Will I get to see you again?" He barely says it, like he's afraid it'll be true if anyone but the wind and I hear it,

"Of course," I breathe and kiss him one last time before his lips fade away like a daydream does when you come back to reality. When I open my eyes I'm alone, sitting on the wet sand of the beach, watching the water rush over me, blurring out the view of my feet. I look out at the horizon before I come back to the cold water that's gradually stealing my warmth. Then I cry. I just rest my head on my knees and let the melancholy rip through me, my sobs and the ocean water the only sounds for miles. Why? Why is the only question I can manage through the muddle in my brain. I want to scream, rip my hair out, cry some more. Instead I just sit here before I decide to just head into the water for a swim to cool me down. I ignore my wet clothes and just keep trudging through the water until my feet are no longer against the sand and I swim and swim and swim until I must be lost. I look up at the sky, close my eyes and it's all gone.

I open my eyes and the ceiling fan is whirring. What the hell was that? I just turn over and see him sleeping next to me which comforts me so I sigh a breath of relief and close my eyes, glad I didn't make a scene and wake him up. He needs rest. He's been so stressed out with shows and music and albums and all that shit. I flip my pillow over to the cold side and drift off to sleep again...

The next day

"Baby," the sound is barely more than a whisper as I try to climb out of my tired state, "Baby, wake up," I hear it more clearly now, it's Mitchel,

"What time is it?" The words tumble out of my mouth like I've had a hangover,

"9:37," he says and I rub my eyes,

"And I'm still tired," I grumble and he laughs softly,

"It's okay, I made you some food," he says and he's so cute, his eyes glowing with excitement and love. I smile back and give him a hug, deciding the dream was just some sort of nightmare since he's still here and happy,

"Let me get dressed," I tell him and get up, heading to the bathroom to do my hair and brush my teeth.

The food is warm and tastes great,

"Since when did you know how to cook?" I ask and he just sits across from me and smiles, chin in his palm,

"Felt like giving you a good breakfast," he says and that damn smile,

"Okay, spill the beans, what's going on?" I ask through a mouthful of eggs. His smile only grows wider and he plays around,

"Nothing," he drags the word and I laugh,

"No seriously, what's up?" I ask and he comes over, sliding his hands from my shoulders down my arms and back up,

"I just love you," he says and kisses the back of my neck, starting to walk away when I grab his arm,

"Wait," I pull him back and pull him onto my lap, his back against the island,

"Hm?" He smiles and I kiss him,

"You better tell me what it is eventually," I say and slide my hands up his bare chest, hands on his bare skin under his shirt,

"Okay," he whispers and takes his shirt off,

"What about your brother?" I ask and he drops the shirt on the floor,

"He's out," he breathes before kissing me and I'm running my hands along his back, his skin smooth and warm,

"We needa go get some food, we're gonna be here for a few more days, I want stuff in the fridge," I say and he leans his head back, letting me kiss his throat and collarbone,

"Yeah, but I don't want you to stop," he says and it's so hot I make a noise in the back of my throat and pepper hickeys on his chest and neck before he's a mess and begging me to make him feel good,

"Okay, okay," I say and laugh, he's so cute. I pick him up and take him to my room, lightly dropping him onto my mattress. I start to fumble for my pants and he watches, hunger enveloping his eyes. I take them off and they hit the ground with a clunk thanks to my belt,

"I just got dressed too," I joke and he laughs before undoing his own pants. I watch and when we're both in our boxers, something suddenly hits me hard in the chest and I have to catch my breath,

"Christian?" He asks and I sigh, "You okay?" He asks and I nod, "We don't have to if you don't want to right now," he says, reaching for his pants but I grab his hand and intertwine our fingers, pressing his hand into the mattress,

"No, I want to," I say and he breathes softly,

"Okay," he whispers and kisses me, our hands still entwined. I kiss him and kiss him until I'm somehow sad. It all feels connected to my dream last night, the thought of us being separated...it's unbearable. I keep kissing him and that's when I get naked before I collapse on top of him and cry. I love him so much. I grab the lube and get him and I ready before I slip into him after a few fingers to loosen him up. It's oddly quiet between the two of us. It's a bit strange but oddly it's a little comforting to know that we can deal with the silence. After a while he whispers my name,

"Christian?" His voice cuts through my uncalled for dismay and sadness,

"Yeah?" I ask and he reaches his hand up and holds my face in his hand, brushing his thumb over a tear I didn't know I had shed,

"What's wrong, baby?" He asks and his gentleness is breaking me and healing me all at once. It's so bittersweet. I lay on top of him, holding myself up a bit and burying my face in the crook of his neck, just feeling myself inside of him,

"I had a dream," my voice is shaky and he wraps his arms around me, lightly running his nails over my back,

"You asked me not to leave you," I continue and he keeps rubbing my back, just listening, "You were so sad," my voice cracks and I cry, one of his hands now moving to my hair, stroking softly, "I said I'd never leave but when I stopped kissing you..." I trail off, "You were gone, I thought I lost you," I say and he whispers,

"Oh, baby, I'm here, don't worry, okay?" He reassures me and I nod, feeling him clench around me as I move my weight off of him, "Remember, we can stop if you want," he says and grabs my arms, but I feel like a love making session is going to follow my unexpected breakdown so I shake my head,

"It's okay, we can keep going, I'm sorry for my breakdown," I say, feeling a bit embarrassed but he just smiles,

"It's okay, I love you, baby," he says and with that I kiss him and start moving. He inhales sharply and I suck on his neck while I thrust,

"Mitchel," I mumble against his skin and his breathing is ragged as I move one hand to hold his hip down,

"Huh?" He breathes and I just bite at his skin lightly, licking the marks I leave and making him shiver before moving on to make another one,

"Nothing, I just love you,"