Manthony ✨

Hell Of A Night

~HELL OF A NIGHT~

⚠️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 pull my car into the drive-thru line for some coffee at this place that's been here since I was a kid. It feels good to be back home in Sydney. I keep my foot on the break and grab my phone real quick, dialing Mitty's number to ask what he wants. The phone rings a bit before he answers,

"Yeah? You okay?" He asks and his voice sounds a bit muddled, like he just woke up or something,

"I'm fine, were you asleep?" I ask, moving up in the line, my phone deserted in the passenger seat, Mitty's voice the only form of life,

"No, just tired, what's up?" He asks,

"I was wondering if you wanted anything from this coffee place?" I ask and he makes a "hmm" sound as he thinks,

"I'll take an iced vanilla coffee," he says and I smile,

"Alright bub, I love you," I say,

"Love you too," he says and I hang up. I realize as I'm the next in line that I forgot to ask him what size but I know what he usually gets so I'll stick with that. I roll down my window and order for both of us, picking it up at the next window. On the way home, a few fans spot me and wave or scream. I wave back, smiling kindly, not wanting to seem like a dick. They say never meet your heroes and I don't want to make that saying the truth, so.

"Yay!" Mitty grabs his coffee and takes a sip,

"Still like when I was 14," I say and he laughs, snatching mine and taking a sip of that one too,

"Wanna go for a drive?" He asks and I smile,

"Sure, bub, just give me 15 minutes to rest a bit," I say and he nods, pulling up his headphones and computer, chilling at the dinner table. I lay down on the couch and close my eyes, listening to the oddly satisfying noise of Mitty's fingers on the keyboard. I start to feel hot in my pants so I go to the bedroom to change into shorts and a tank. I'm digging in my drawer for the black shorts I want and when I can't find them I move down to Mitty's drawer and dig around in there when something catches my eye. I grab it and give it a good look: it's a butt plug, but it's different from all the others I've seen. I want to ask him about it but I don't want to embarrass him so I shove it back under his clothes and grab my stuff, changing. He asks if I'm ready to go once I head back to the kitchen and I nod, grabbing my coffee and keys. We're driving down to the beach we used to go to when I can't keep wondering about it,

"I found a plug in your drawer," I blurt out and he looks at me, face reddening and he gasps,

"Christian!" He seems so embarrassed and I feel bad,

"It's okay, I was just wondering why it looks different," I say and he sighs,

"You were gonna find out eventually," he says, "It looks different because it's the measurements of your dick," he says and I think I nearly crash the car,

"It's what?" I ask, watching his face go even redder,

"Yeah, I went to a shop with your measurements and the guy just made me a plug. But obviously it's smaller than your actual dick," he says and I park the car in a Target parking lot, thinking,

"You're telling me...Wait how long have you had that thing?" I ask and he shrugs,

"Week and a half," he says, "I was gonna tell you eventually," he touches my shoulder and I put my hand over his,

"I'm not mad, I'm just...shocked," I say and he scratches the back of his neck,

"Sorry," he mumbles and I sigh,

"It's okay," I say and his face is slowly going back to its normal color. I'm looking at him, telling him it's okay when an idea crosses my mind, "But you're gonna have to go through some punishment," I grin and he looks at me, "You're wearing that plug out to dinner with the boys tonight," I say and he frowns,

"But that's gonna suck, it vibrates too," he says and I kiss him,

"Don't worry, you'll be fine," I say and he groans as we go for a small trip into Target since we're already here.

I'm lubing him up on our bed and I grab the plug, slowly easing it in,

"Do I have to?" He asks and I smile softly, kissing him,

"It'll be fun, baby," I say and I have him get dressed. When we're both ready and the boys are yelling at us to hurry out asses up, Mitchel looks at me,

"What?" I ask and he moans softly as I turn on the vibration. I watch his cock harden under his jeans and he palms himself, "Uh uh, no touching," I say and he moans again, taking his hand away, taking my hand instead,

"Christian," he whispers and I kiss the sweet spot of his neck,

"Shhh, baby," I say and we head out with the guys, Mitchel with a jacket around his waist, biting his bottom lip. This is gonna be a hell of a night...

The alcohol I'm drinking is not helping me contain my thoughts right now. I watch as we all get tipsy and eat the food we ordered. Mitchel grabs my thigh and I turn to him, kissing his neck and I can't stop myself,

"Christian," he breathes, "We're in a restaurant," he says and I pull away,

"Right, sorry," I say and he nods. He keeps the alcohol away from me so that I don't go too far and get drunk. He's sober, so he has to drive home. We head home after and Mitchel lays on the bed, breathing heavily, fisting the sheets,

"Please," he whispers and I lock our door, getting undressed, having him stay in his jeans. I'm not drunk but I'm definitely tipsy,

"We don't have to if you want me sober," I say and he shakes his head,

"No, I want to, I'm wet as fuck, please," he says and I turn off the lights, crawling up his body like a fucking demon. I kiss him over his jeans and press my hand to him, rubbing lightly,

"Fuck, harder," he breathes and I take my hand away, fumbling for the button and pulling the zipper down. When he's in his boxers I press my mouth to him over the cloth and exhale hot air onto him,

"Jesus Christ," he moans and throws his head back, arching his back off the bed. I keep my mouth on him, licking at the pre-cum stained spots on the fabric, his reaction priceless. He's a moaning mess and I don't care who hears us. I pull his boxers down and flick my tongue over his tip before I tell him to fuck himself with the plug,

"Move it in and out," I breathe and he does, dick dripping, eyes rolling back, "Christ, Mitchel," I gasp and he's breathing so heavily,

"Please," he says, continuing to move the plug against his prostate, "Please, Christian," he whispers and I pull it out of him and lube myself up, desperately hard. I shove myself into him and he moans, overly sensitive by now,

"Fuck, baby," I mumble and he wraps his legs around my hips,

"It never gets old," he whispers and I let out a moan as I go faster and harder, watching his eyes roll back and his hands press to my chest as he cums,

"Fuck, Christian," he moans and I feel myself swell inside of him, my liquids erupting out of me like I haven't been touched in a while when in all reality it's been a day. I moan as I pull out of that wet, hot channel and I kiss him, my tongue fucking into his mouth and our legs intertwining. Jesus Christ, if I keep kissing him, I'll get hard again. I can feel the stirring in my stomach, the tingle in my dick, the pounding of my heart as I keep kissing him. I pull away, lips wet and he looks at me,
"Why'd you stop?" He asks and I look down to see his dick is ready for another round,

"Dunno," I say and go back in for another kiss.