Manthony ✨

Asked For It

~ASKED FOR IT~

⚠️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~

I breathe out the smoke, feeling the high slowly creep through my brain. My eyes follow the people walking down the street in NYC as I sit beside Mitchel on a curb, feeling like staying out the whole night, smoking with him. I take another drag, staring at the city lights and adds that pop up on the sides of buildings,

"What're you thinking about?" His voice brings me back to reality,

"Nothing," I try and he smiles, smoke leaving his mouth,

"That's bullshit and you know it," he says and I laugh,

"I was thinking about you, sexy," I say and he gives me a joking nudge before taking another drag. I watch him for a moment, his gray eyes have those stupid ads dancing around in them, yet it looks pretty alongside his own beauty. I watch him breathe out the smoke and lick his lip before his eyes meet mine,

"What?" He laughs and I shake my head,

"Nothing," I say again and he grabs the front of my shirt, pulling me into a kiss. We sit there a moment and I'm kind of surprised that no one screams "fag!" or something towards us. When he pulls away he grins,

"You sure it's nothing?" He teases and I roll my eyes,

"Yeah," I say and we continue to just sit there and smoke. It's late but who cares? It's New York after all and a good amount of people are still out and about. He stands up,

"Come on, let's go back to the hotel," he says and I can tell what's on his mind but I'm worried about Clinton,

"What about-," he cuts me off,

"He's not there, so I'm taking advantage," he takes my hand and we walk down the street that leads back to our hotel.

Once we're back in our hotel, Mitchel pulls his shirt off, the V of his abdomen still hot as ever,

"What're you waiting for? Get undressed," he says and I laugh, getting undressed,

"We doing anything different tonight?" I ask and he grins, telling me to get on the bed. I hop on, in my boxers and he's still in his jeans. He straddles my hips,

"Yeah, you're gonna be telling me how to fuck you," he says and I'm confused a minute,

"Wait, what do you mean?" I ask and he brushes a strand of hair out of my face,

"You're gonna tell me where to move my fingers or how fast or hard to do something," he says, "Basically, you're gonna instruct me to bring you to an orgasm," he says and I feel my dick pressing against his ass as he straddles me,

"Okay," I say and he asks if he can get my boxers off to which I nod. Once I'm fully naked, I kind of like how he's just shirtless, in his jeans,

"Do you want me to take my jeans off?" He asks and I shake my head, "Okay, then, tell me what to do," he says and I'm slowly dying inside,

"I, uh," I stutter and he smiles,

"Don't be nervous baby, I love hearing dirty words come out of your mouth," he says and I'm so hard and I'm high and oh, God,