Manthony ✨

A Lot

~A LOT~

⚠️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 (The one and only lmfaoo <3)

~Christian~

Tossing and turning. It doesn't get any cooler when I throw the sheets off. I put my hands over my face and sigh. It's not hot outside nor is it hot in here, but I'm burning up. I get up and go to grab a bottle of water from the mini-fridge in our hotel room when I feel my foot hit something and hold in the curse words. I grab some water and go to the balcony our room has. I open the door and slip out into the cool night air, goosebumps racing over my skin. I sigh and put my elbows on the railing, letting my chin drop into my palms as my eyes scan the beach area. I smile when I remember swimming there with him earlier today. The way the sunset reflected off his water droplet covered skin as he smiled at me, the ocean waves running over his hips and his bracelets glimmering in the sunlight. I close my eyes, imagining him again when I think I'll get my camera out tomorrow and take pictures of him while he does random things, like eating or laughing or walking. I love everything about him and that's always what I imagined love to be, no matter who it's with. I'm about to go grab the camera I brought to take some photos of the beach at night from the balcony when I hear the door open,

"Baby?" His voice floats over to me and I smile, turning around,

"Couldn't sleep," I tell him and open my arms, letting him walk right into my chest,

"I don't like waking up and you're not there," he says and I put one hand on his head, playing with his hair. I take a deep breath, taking in his scent and sighing at how comforting it is,

"Can you come back to bed? It's cold out here," he mumbles and I smile, kissing the top of his head,

"Sure, baby," I say and he takes my hand, pulling me back in. He could pull me anywhere and I'd go as long as it's with him. I crawl into bed with him and he scoots closer, cuddling against me,

"I love you," he whispers, pressing his hands against my chest,

"I love you too," I say and he kisses my chest before nuzzling his head against me and his breathing turns even after a while, telling me he's asleep. I keep him close until I drift off as well...

The next day

"Christian, how many pictures are you going to take of me?" He asks and I snap another one of the winning smile,

"A lot," I say and he laughs so I take another. We start walking back to the hotel room when he pulls me towards the beach and I laugh,

"Wait! I'm in jeans!" I say and he laughs, pulling me into the water and my jeans get a shade darker under the water,

"It'll be fun," he says and we mess around in the water for a while until it's sunset and he's looking at me like he's ready to have sex so I decide we can go back. We're walking back, hand in hand and soaked in ocean water. When we make it to our room, he's looking at me, watching as I unlock the door,

"What?" I ask and he smiles,

"Nothing, you're just handsome," he says and I blush a bit. When we get in, he closes the door and locks it and then he just looks at me and I'm gonna say "what" again when he kisses me and it tastes like salt and Mitchel. I wrap my arms around his waist, my hands on his wet jeans when he starts to pull his shirt off and then goes for his jeans. Once we're naked, we get on the bed, our skin cold and damp from the beach,

"I wanna taste you off of me," he says after a while and I moan into his mouth,

"What-" he cuts me off with a quick kiss,

"I think you know what I mean, sexy," he grins and I bite my lip. We switch positions and I straddle him before getting on my knees and grabbing my dick,

"Don't be shy, baby," he says, "You know I want it all," and with that I start stroking myself at a slow pace. He watches me and his eyes cloud over with lust, making me squeeze my hand a bit. I move my hand until pre-cum beads at my tip and he reaches over into the nightstand and pulls out a vibrator we brought with us. I groan and he makes me stop moving my hand,

"Use this, baby," he says, handing it to me after he finishes lubing it up. I take it from him and push it gently past my ring, until I have it a bit further in and turn on the vibration. I tilt my head back and push my hips down on the damn thing, unable to control my actions, "Damn it, Christian," Mitchel mumbles and I let my eyes take in his dick, which is rock hard underneath me,

"What?" I breathe and he bites his lip,

"If you could see yourself from my eyes, you'd know, baby," he says and I groan. I can feel myself getting closer and closer, heat pooling into my stomach, my eyes tearing up, my brain turning into a muddled mess. All I can hear is my heavy breathing, the vibrating of the toy and Mitchel's praises and dirty talk,

"Fuck, baby, look at all that pre-cum," he says and pulls me closer so he can lick it off and my heart pounds in my chest,

"I'm gonna cum," the words are a muddled mess, half a moan as I try to compose myself,

"Then cum, sexy," he says, grinning and wrapping his lips around me, sucking my tip until my eyes roll back. Before I cum, he backs away and I gasp, releasing all over his chest and stomach,

"Shit, sorry," I apologize and he runs his finger through the cum on his chest and licks it,

"You still taste good as fuck," he says and I groan,

"Now come here and fuck me," he says and I don't waste a second, bending between his legs and spreading them, pulling him closer, making him gasp beautifully,

"Was I the first one to touch you here, baby?" I ask, running my tongue over his hole,

"Yes," he moans and I grin,

"Good, and I'll be the last," I say, before diving in and eating him out. His fingers are pulling at my hair and he's calling out my name, his heels digging into either side of my shoulders. I moan against him and his back flies off the bed. God forbid the cleaning lady comes over to see me eating him out like he's fucking desert. I hope the neighbors don't hear us because he's gonna cum and he's moaning his head off,

"Christian, Jesus Christ," he moans, "Oh my God, right fucking there," he pulls on my hair and I keep going on that one spot that's sending him to heaven, "I'm gonna cum, please don't stop, fuck, don't stop," he breathes and I keep going, determined to make him cum with just my tongue. After a little more, his ring clenches around my tongue and the feeling makes me moan. He arches his back and moans out as his cum spurts out of him. I pull away and lick him clean, making him pant,

"Jesus Christ, you're gonna kill me," he says, "I can't fucking breathe when your tongue is inside me," he whispers and I crawl up his body and kiss him, slipping my tongue into his mouth and let them dance,

"Mmmmm, baby," he moans and we're rolling around in bed, sucking each others tongues until we pull away,

"I'm hungry," I tell him and he laughs,

"Me too, let's shower first," he says and I nod, hopping in with him,

"So what do you wanna eat?" I ask and he smiles,

"Tacos?" He asks and I smile, kissing his forehead before hugging him and then continuing to soap up his body, grinning at him, loving the twinkle in his eyes when he grins back.