Manthony ✨

Don't Lie, Baby

~DON'T LIE, BABY~

They're too cute for this y'all <3

Enjoy!

⚠️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~

I wake to a soft whimpering noise. I blink a few times, clearing my head and the whimpering continues. I turn to Mitty who's shivering, curled up in a ball, a light layer of sweat covering his skin. The blankets have been thrown to the side and he's shaking so I get up and grab the covers, about to pull them over him when I see the expression on his face. He looks like he's in pain. I press my hand to his forehead and he's burning up. A fever of at least 102,

"Aw, I'm sorry, baby," I mumble, heading to the kitchen to make him a glass of water, coming back and setting it on his nightstand. I go get a wet washcloth and put it on his forehead as well as setting a thermometer by his water. I'm about to pull the covers up when I notice they're all sticky and wet. Sweat or ejaculation? I can't tell but I decide to get him new blankets. I come back and start to cover him,

"Christian," he whispers softly and I look at him,

"Hi, baby," I say sweetly and he groans,

"Everything hurts," he mumbles and I frown, leaning down and pressing my lips to his heated forehead,

"I know baby, I know," I say and he starts whimpering again. I get in bed next to him and spoon him, stroking his hair and arms to help him stop shaking,

"But you'll get sick," he says quietly and I smile at how sweet he is,

"I don't care," I tell him and he's quiet a moment before he asks,

"Can I face you?" And I say yes so he turns and buries his face in my chest. I don't like the shirt in the way of his skin on mine. I pull away a minute and take it off, feeling the heat of him against me, sighing,

"I dreamt about you," he whispers and I exhale,

"Did you?" I say playfully and he nods against my chest. I feel his hand press against me, his palm over my nipple,

"God, I woke up with wet sheets," he says and I'm trying not to harden at the thought,

"Baby," I practically gasp and he slides his hand down to my V dip and I hold my breath, "You should rest, baby," I say and he takes his hand away, nodding again,

"I love you, baby" he says and I didn't realize how much I like it when he calls me baby until now. I kiss the top of his head and soothe him back to sleep. He drifts off to sleep again and I kiss his head, stretching out our arms so our hands are intertwined as his chest rises and falls. I thought that boy was gonna touch my dick, holy fuck, I wanted him to. I'm hard and his ass is pressed to my crotch, Jesus Christ. I move a little and moan softly at the friction,

"Fuck," I mumble and move back down, pre-cum beading at the tip of my cock. I wanna hump him. I want to so bad. Instead, I just stay there, holding his hand, drifting off to sleep.

Later that night

He's shaking and whimpering again. I go fix the washcloth, putting more cold water on it and giving him some medicine to help with the pain. I'm coming back with the medicine when he's on his elbow like the sexy guy he is,