Manthony ✨

How'd I Get So Lucky?

~HOW'D I GET SO LUCKY~

⚠️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

Hey guys! I've been gone for sooo long so here's a really long chapter to make it up to y'all:

~Mitchel~

I pull the leather pants on and a black belt. I slick my hair back and leave it down, throwing on a collared shirt, leaving it open so my chest shows. I walk out and head over to Christian's room. I hear him humming Heaven and Back and smile a little before I walk in. He turns and his jaw drops,

"God, Mitchel, I don't think we're gonna make it to the club," he says and I laugh, walking over and brushing his hair to the side, kissing his neck softly, "Mitchel," he warns, making me smile against his warm skin until I lick the spot I marked,

"You're mine," I whisper, "And I'll give you as many hickeys as it takes to tell them that," I say and he groans. He turns around, a small glint in his eyes before he plays with my hair,

"Do you know how handsome you are?" He asks and I smile softly,

"No, because I'm too lost in your handsomeness," I smile and he leans in and kisses me. It's a new kiss; a kiss that makes my stomach tight and my lips part. I let his tongue into my awaiting mouth. Good God, his tongue strokes against mine, drawing out a soft moan as my hands fly to his hips. We're starting to get too deep; his hands are fumbling for my belt and my fingertips are dipping into the back of his pants when Clinton walks in,

"Oh God," his eyes widen, glancing down to see Christian freak out and take his hands away from my belt,

"I swear, I-" he starts and I bite my lip, not taking my eyes off of Christian's blush filled face when Clinton talks,

"No, sorry, my bad, Mitchel's a big boy, it's fine, I'll just...go," he quickly turns around and leaves but I'm sure the heat of the moment has died by now,

"Kras it's fine," I say but he runs his hands through his hair,

"God, it still kinda freaks me out," he says, biting his nails and looking at me worriedly, "I had my fingers on your fucking belt, I just, ughh," he turns around and just continues to get ready,

"Baby, I don't mind, he knows we have sex," I say and he exhales harshly,

"Yeah, I'm just still getting used to it," he says and I nod even though he's busy putting earrings on and can't see. When he's done, I pull him in for a quick kiss,

"God, your brother walking in ruined my hard-on, but you're gonna bring right back with that mouth of yours," he mumbles and I smile,

"After the club, baby," I say and he smiles,

"No promises," he teases.

His hands are all over me. Wearing my shirt open was both a good and bad idea; good because I love the way he's running his hands over my sweaty skin, and bad because I'm trying my best not to harden. He keeps touching me as we dance and jump up and down,

"Christian, keep touching me and you're gonna be responsible for what's in my pants," I mumble and he smiles,

"I wanna go back to the hotel and make love to you," he says and the way he says it makes my dick fill out completely,