Manthony ✨

Guitars

~GUITARS~

⚠️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 stage and I can't stop looking at Christian. I can't take my eyes away from the tight grip his teeth have on the chain around his neck. When he catches me staring, he grins and winks, dropping the chain out of his mouth and starts to sing his verse. When he's done, he stamps his foot on the ground, lets his hair flip and smoke goes off. The crowd loves it. Hell, I love it. He pulls his head back up and sticks his tongue out, pretending to run it up the neck of his guitar like he always does. I watch him do it and I can't help but imagine him doing that to my cock. He'd run his tongue, base to tip, so teasingly slowly and he'd grab my hips, lick the slit, fuck. I'm hard and my jeans aren't doing a great job at hiding it. I keep my own guitar over my crotch and close my eyes, singing the chorus alongside Kras, the harmony to die for. When he leans in and kisses me, our lips are hot against each other's and it feels like a small fire ignites between us. We pull away and finish up the show, the taste of him still on my tongue...

"You're staring, baby," he says and I let my eyes fall to the floor, the huge window with the city lights behind him do his body so much justice. We're sitting in the dark rather than sleeping in bed,

"What time is it?" I ask and he shrugs,

"All I know is it's time for your sexy ass to come sit on my lap," he says, voice scratchy from singing all night. I get up and walk over, straddling his hips, letting him wrap his arms around my waist, his hands grabbing my hips. He kisses up my neck, leaving wet trails of his love all over my throat,

"You wanna tell me what made that pretty dick so hard on stage?" He asks and I moan, his lips still attacking my neck, moving to my sweet spot where he works on a hickey,

"I was just watching you with that damn guitar," I breathe out and he hums against my skin,

"You like it, huh?" He asks and I nod vigorously,

"The way you pretend to lick it," I whisper and he grips my hips tighter,

"You wanna tell me what you were fantasizing about?" He teases, hands sliding up my bare back to my shoulder blades beneath my T-shirt. I exhale shakily,

"I- I was imagining you doing the same thing to my dick," I breathe and he slides his hands back down to my ass where he grips me hard,

"Mm, is that so?" He licks up my throat,

"Yes," I whisper and he squeezes my ass,

"How about we make that fantasy a reality, huh?" He asks and my breathing is labored as he keeps at my neck, surely leaving pretty lovemarks,

"Please," I say and he picks me up and takes me over to his bed where he lightly drops me and grins as he pulls his shirt off and starts unbuttoning his jeans,

"I love you," I whisper and he smiles softly, lovingly,

"I love you more," he says and we're drowning in a heated kiss, our tongues desperately intertwining, our hands roaming each other's bodies like we've never touched each other before. He goes for my T-shirt and jeans after a while of losing ourselves,

"You're so fucking handsome," he whispers and I watch him pull my jeans down, then my boxers, my dick springing out. He licks the leaking tip, kissing it afterwards,

"Only when you're touching me like that," I mumble and he groans,

"So, tell me how it was in your fantasies, love," he purrs and I'm up on my elbows, watching him,

"You licked me," I whisper, "Base to tip," I continue and he grins, sticking his tongue out and doing exactly what he did in my mind a few hours earlier,

"Like that?" He asks and I nod, leaning my head back,

"Yeah, but you did it slower, like a tease," I say and he slides his hands down my thighs, gripping the space behind my bent knees and puts my legs on his shoulders, teasing me how I described,

"You naughty boy," he growls lowly, "Imagining my mouth on your cock during the show," he says and I can't help but moan and run my fingers through his hair,

"I couldn't help it," I whisper and he grunts,

"Don't worry, baby, I'd suck your dick any day," he says and I groan, the slow strokes of his tongue are not helping me keep it together. He starts to move away from the slow teasing and caresses the tip of me with his tongue, licking and taking in the head, sucking softly. I'm moaning and calling out his name. Fuck, no one has ever had me like this. No one has ever made me call their name out in a desperate attempt to let them know I'm all theirs except him. I dig my heels into his back as my back arches and he takes me down his throat, my pleasure racing to his stomach. My lips part in a silent scream and I feel my body heat up. When I'm completely finished, he pulls away and wipes his mouth,

"Come here," I rasp and he doesn't object, coming over to me and I pull him in for a kiss, the taste of me on his lips. I bite his bottom lip, a groan slipping out of his mouth and I can feel him start to straddle my hips, rubbing himself off, his boxers the only thing in the way, "Take them off," I whisper and he doesn't need to be told twice, his hands fumbling for the waistband as he tosses them aside and grabs some lubricant,

"We need more, we're running out," he says and I can't help but laugh a bit,

"What a shock,"