Manthony ✨

Museum

~MUSEUM~

⚠️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

~Mitchel~

Fuck the museum. All the art is nothing compared to Christian who's a piece of art himself, standing over there with Pat, looking delicious in those tight black jeans. I glance at him, pulling my attention to something Jesse is so keen on showing me. I'm not surprised that it's a naked statue,

"Damn Romans," he says and I laugh, "Always gotta show off the junk, huh?" He jokes and I laugh again, my eyes catching Christian again who's staring right back at me. He looks me up and down before winking and mouthing 'sexy'. I blush a bit and turn away, trying to find interest in a painting of a lake, the Loch Ness monster, Nessie in the distance,

"Do you believe in it?" I ask Jesse and he squints at the picture,

"In dinosaurs?" He asks and I really do laugh at this one,

"No, you dumbass, Nessie, the Loch Ness monster," I say and he shrugs,

"I'm pretty sure that's just CGI of a dino or some shit," he says and I smile. The only reason I'd ever go to a museum is if we bring Jesse along. He makes jokes about everything. We move on to the jewelry,

"How the fuck is someone supposed to wear that huge ass thing as an earring?" He questions and I shrug,

"Good question," I point out and he crosses his arms,

"And look at the damn thing they use to cover their junk," he points at the shell that's rather scandalous, "A slight breeze might just show it off," he says and I frown,

"Wouldn't that hurt? That thing bouncing around all day?" I ask and he pats my shoulder,

"Yes, it would," he says and we move on, admiring boats and other stuff. I glance over at Christian who makes eye contact with me and points at a very interesting (to say the least) article of clothing and then points at me, shooting me a double thumbs up. I laugh and shake my head at him. We look away once more and Jesse shows me something else. At this point, Christian and I can't stop making eye contact with each other from across the room. Things go from playful to full of lust in a short amount of time. He sticks his tongue out at me and slowly licks at nothing. I really want to touch him and all that stuff but we're in a damn museum and I don't want to get aroused here. Unfortunately, after a while of the eye contact, Christian mouths 'I wanna fuck' towards me and I'm now struggling to hide my growing erection. I keep my hands together in front of me awkwardly and after a while, I can't stand the tension anymore,

"Hey, Jesse, I'm gonna go hang with Christian for a bit, okay?" I ask and he nods,

"Sure, man," he says and I walk over to Christian and the others,

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," I say and Christian gives it a second before saying,

"I needa go too," and following me towards the restroom. We're silent for a moment until he grabs my arm tightly and we walk a bit faster, "You planning to fuck me?" He whispers and my lips part,

"I, well, I - uh," I stutter and he just grips my arm tighter,

"Good, 'cause I'm hard as hell," he says, reading my mind and now my pants feel too tight. We make it to the bathroom where we enter separately. I look around the bathroom to see if there's anyone in the stalls when he says the coast is clear and shoves me into one, following and locking the door. He turns me around and slams me against the door, pressing his dick to my thigh, grinding slightly,

"That desperate?" I ask and he groans, pressing his lips to my neck,

"Anyone could walk in at any moment," he whispers and I grab his hips,

"That makes it more fun," I say and he rubs himself on my thigh faster, harder, "Easy, sit down, I want you inside me," I say and he pulls away, fumbling for his jeans and undoing them, pulling his boxers down as well, far enough to expose him and he sits down. I get myself undressed somewhat and sit on his lap,

"Open," he presses his fingers to my lips and I comply, sucking, keeping my bare ass on his dick, "Fuck, do you have to sit on me like that?" He asks and I smile, gently grinding myself down on him,

"Okay, okay," he pulls his wet fingers out of my mouth and slips his hand between my legs, teasingly stroking at my entrance, "Tell me what you want baby," he says and I can feel heat pooling into my stomach,

"Put your fingers in me," I say, grounding my feet on the floor, not caring who sees the strange direction my feet are going. He slips one into me slowly and I kiss at his neck, leaving hickey's as he slips in a second one, circling my prostate gently, "Christian," I sigh and he uses his other hand to grip my ass,

"Christ, you're so hot," he says and moves my T-shirt off of my shoulder to bite down on my skin, making me throw my head back. After a while of warming me up, he helps me onto his dick and I get used to it little by little until I tell him I'm ready,

"Okay, you can start moving," he says and I start to rock my hips on him, watching his eyes cloud over. I keep moving and that's when the door to the bathroom opens and I stop a minute, shooting him a panicked look,

"Shh," he whispers and we wait as quietly as possible until the person leaves. Once they're gone, I try moving up and down on his dick, my thighs tightening. He brings me back down and I grind on him again, watching his eyes glaze over with pleasure,

"I'm gonna cum," he breathes against my neck and I go a little faster, giving him his orgasm before I pull off, still not done, my dick rock hard, "Why didn't you finish?" He asks,

"I want you to suck my dick," I say and he pushes me against the wall, taking in the head and prodding at the tip with his tongue, "Jesus," I half moan and he keeps going, gripping my ass and pulling me down his throat. I can't control the moan that slips through my lips as he hollows out his cheeks. I release, watching him swallow it, "You know you don't have to swallow it," I say and he smiles at me, wiping his mouth,

"I want to," he says and all I can say is 'okay'. We make eye contact, the tension deep. I feel like something is a bit different, and as he pins my chest to the wall, feeling down my ass, pressing his finger to my rim and cupping my dick, hand curled around from behind, I realize how much we need each other. He's touching me over my clothes and I'm getting hard again,

"Kras," I say and he pulls my ass against his dick,

"I love your body," he whispers, "I fucking love everything that you are," he says and I want to fuck him all over again. Instead, I let him press me to the stall door and make out with me, letting him swallow my pants and moans as he keeps his knee to my dick. We kiss for God knows how long and we better leave before our clothes end up on the floor. He kisses down my neck, leaving wet trails,

"We better go," I say and he pulls away, looking in my eyes,

"I hope you mean we better go to my bedroom," he says and I laugh,

"Not yours, mine,"