Authors Note: Happy Belated Valentines day everyone!

It took ages to come up with a half-arse idea such as this for the corniest day of the year but I did it. Mikey's birthday followed straight after by V-day? If there was ever such an excuse for Bennoda sex this'd have to be the main one!

The story is inspired by my uncle and a conversation I alway's remembered even though it happened over two years ago. The story was baced on this conversation about my trip to france:

Me: I was in the Louvre

John: Did you like it?

Me: Meh! It was a letdown! Everywhere I looked there was naked paintings. It was like Eighteenth Centuary porn!

John: Hey! It's not porn! It's erotica!

So yeah, enjoy!

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There is a special room in Michael Shinoda's home. So far to date no one has seen it, not his parents, not his wife and not his friends. It is a special room seen by only him and one other although the products of the frequent trips to the locked sanctuary are visible to all.

This is Mike's art room! After entering the large, oak doors one can be greeted with sheets of plastic beneath their feet, unfinished paintings along the walls, magazines and pictures for inspiration littering the area, canvasses, brushes, paint, sponges, airbrushes, paper, acryllics, everything an art freak could ever need. Facing the standing easel is a table upon which still life is placed along with an always open laptop, ready for whenever Mike ran out of ideas which was rare.

If you ever asked to see the inside of the room Mike would laugh and shake his head.

"Geniousness only!" He would smile, tapping his nose before turning and walking away. Anna had even tried on countless attempts and failed each time. Mike would rarely allow anyone even a peek into the room through a crack in the door. He held the only key, or at least the only known key.

"Where do you want me Mike?"

"On the table." Chester hopped onto the cold desk, trying to recall his last pose. He sat with his side to Mike, feet flat on the surface, legs parted and elbows resting on knees. Mike sighed and looked to his painting of the youth.

"Tilt your head up a bit more." He did as told and Mike smiled, picking up some gray paint before gazing from canvess to male, frown lines appearing in his brow. "You're wearing different colour underwear?" Chester shrugged.

"They got to be washed once in a while." He grinned, afraid to move too much for fear of angering the artist. Mike sighed and rubbed his brow, deciding to paint over the gray with a salmon which would be close enough to the real colour. He started to hum 'Where'd you go' to himself as he mixed the red and white. Chester stared ahead at the grey wall where an unfinished painting of himself lay. It was suspicious how Mike never seemed to finish a single painting of Chester he started. Chester chanced a gazed from the corner of his eye at Mike who was staring at him. Mike smiled before brushing along the canvess.

"What did you get Anna for V-day?" Chester asked lightly, shivering slightly. Mike shrugged.

"Perfume. You?"

"Talinda wanted this pair of earings for ages and kept dropping hints." He smiled, necks starting to pain him as he tried not to move. "So I finally got them for her. She was delighted....Mike?"

"Mmhh?"

"Isn't this weird? I mean...it's Valentines day and...we're not with our wives. It's weird...right?" Mike felt his brow crease again as fear entered his eyes, his hand began to shake and he took it away from the painting for fear of ruining it.

"W-what are you saying Chester?" He stuttered as his hand lowered. Chester chanced looking to his friend, shrugging and silently wondering why he got so defensive all of a sudden.

"Just a thought Mike, I didn't mean anything by it." Mike shrugged and looked back to the painting, he was unable to raise a hand to it. He simply stared and Chester sat back in his pose, shaking from the draft. Mike didn't move, he simply stared at Chester. His back arched, thin elbows digging into his knees, head rested on his flame adorned palm and dark eyes darting around the wall on front of him. He wanted to say something so much.

"It's cold!" Chester shivered, wishing that he had some clothes on. He smiled to himself, thinking of the first day Mike asked him to do this.

"You want me to what?"

"Pose."

"In my underwear?" Mike nodded as Chester laughed loudly. "Why?" The youth shrugged.

"It's just for art like...I mean...I'd ask Rob or Brad or one of the guys but you were always the one most comfortable walking around in your briefs, come on Chaz I need someone to help with this." Chester sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Heh, it's like porno!"

"No it's not!" Mike called suddenly, his hand shaking slightly. "It's not porn...it's erotica!" Chester laughed to himself and rested a hand on his friends shoulder.

"Fine...fine then!"

"Seriously! I mean there's a draft here!"

"Need me to keep you warm?" The words escaped Mike's lips before he knew what he had said. The paintbrush fell from his hand, traces of pink paint staining his hand as the bristles brushed against it before hitting the ground. Chester lost all regard for his stance and swung around, gazing wide eyed at Mike.

"What?" He staggered, hoping that this was a joke. Mike wracked his brain. What should he do? Laugh it off? No, he was unable to come up with anything. Why couldn't a joke come to mind? Mike felt his eyes widen and breath catch. His heart began to beat faster as he stared at Chester who awaited an answer.

Mike couldn't help it as his cheeks flushed. He could only stare at Chester, his slim body, short hair and dark eyes which bore into his soul. He couldn't help the thoughts that entered his head. Chester stood off the table and took a step forward.

"Mike...please tell me...what's going on?" Tears filled Mike's eyes as his mouth ran dry. He could feel his pants tighten as Chester moved closer. 'Stay back!' He wanted to warn his friend but couldn't get the words out, he wanted him near, wanted him closer. Chester felt his stomach grip as he saw the look on Mike's face.

He had seen the look on Talinda when they had sex. Lust, want and hunger. His heart stopped and not for fear, for want. As he gazed into Mike's eyes he suddenly realized how beautiful they were. How had he never noticed them before? They sparkeled in the light, piercing his and rendering his heart. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the speachless youth but still found himself edging closer.

"Where do you want me Mike?" He found himself whispering in a husky tone he usually saved for the bedroom. Mike's eyes widened as he gazed around the room.

"Ah...errr...Anna...She's..."

"Not going to be able to hear!" Chester finished. "Like you didn't say it enought Mike..." Chester brushed the hair over his ear, moving even closer. "...they built this room soundproof so you could listen to music while you painted. You said it a million times to me which has me wondering..." Mike's breath caught as Chester leaned in, moist breath heating his ear. "...are you sure it was music you were planning on hiding?" Mike staggered back, chest heaving heavily.

"Chester..." He gasped as the youth smiled, fingertips running along the elastic of his underwear.

"Come on Mike...where do you want me?" Mike bit his lip as he stared, tears blurring his sight as he forced out.

"On your knees!" Chester's eyes widened as a crooked smile crossed his lips. Mike's stomach gripped, Ohh fuck! He was joking! He closed his eyes and bit his lip wishing that he was anywhere but here. Chester wasn't serious and he had just said that. He was an idiot!

"Like this?" Chester's deep voice broke through his thoughts as he chanced one eye open.

"Ohh fuck!" Chester was on the ground, hands slowly reaching forward and rubbing along Mike's combats. They caressed his hips as the youth bit his lip and stared down at the older male who was grinning to himself.

"I never did this before..." He mused as his fingertips tickeled the hair that ran from Mike's navel to the hidden area of his pants. "...never even thought of this before but..." Chester leaned forward and planted a tender, open mouth kiss on Mike's fleshy stomach as the male gasped. "...something about you make's me want to Mike!" Mike felt his knees buckle as Chester's soft lips caressed his stomach, the tip of his tongue tickeling his salty skin.

Mike felt his back slide against the wall as he fell onto the floor. Chester was leaning on front of him, inches from his face. His lips trembeled as he pused even closer, noses bumbing.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispered, nuzzling his neck and taking in the scent of leamon off his jacket. Mike looked to the youth, his body shaking.

"Please Chaz!" He whispered as the male straightened, his lips tickeling his friends beard before they lightly pressed on Mike's soft lips. Mike gasped slightly as Chester slowly slid his tongue into the youths mouth, licking up against the roof as his hands slowly clasped his cheeks, pulling him in further. Mike melted in the embrace, adventuring his tongue through his friends lips, kissing back. A small moan escaped Chester as he pressed harder in, tasting Mike's saliva.

The kiss grew in pace, as Mike's hands flung to Chester's back, clawing at the males skin with his blunt nails, trying to pull him closer. Teeth bumbed as Chester's hands slid from Mike's cheeks to his black hair. He ran the digits through the locks as he attempted to eat the younger male from the mouth down, tongues lashing as breathing became an issue.

Mike was the one to pull his head back, gulping in the fresh oxygen as Chester kissed his cheeks and lips speedily. His lips fumbeling on the males addictive skin. Mike's grip on the singer tightened as he pulled him in closer. Chester's knees buckled as he fell forward, semi hard, clothes cock crashing into Mike's hips. Both gasped loudly at the sudden impact, bodies freezing as neither knew what to do. Chester took charge.

His hands gripped Mike's shoulders as he began to rock his hips. Mike's cheeks flushed madly as he felt Chester's hard erection rub furiously into his lower body.

"Fuck!" He moaned, head colliding with the wall as he threw it back. His hands flung to Chester's hips as he helped the youth speed up the pace. The friction created between the two felt so right as Chester ran his boxer clad cock along the groin area of Mike's combats which was tight on the male. Mike opened one eye and stared at Chester who was rocking his body at a steady pace, eyes tightly shut and small grunts escaping his lips.

"God!" Chester muttered as his legs trembeled. He couldn't stop the movements and only wished Mike's pants off. "Ohh god! Mike...this feels so...uhh...guilty!" Mike took in a breath as Chester applied more pressure on his lower body.

"No Chaz...It feels so right!" Chester couldn't deny it, the heat shared between the two felt amazing. Mike's soft fingers ran along the bumps of his spine as he leaned forward, gently kissing the males shoulder. "Just...just stop for a minute." Chester didn't want to stop for fear that would be it, he wanted more but was terrified that given the chance Mike would change his mind. But Mike's strong hands clung to his hips and gently edged the singer off. A small whimper escaped Chester's lips as Mike straightened up, his hands fumbled at his trousers, unbuttoning them. Chester held his breath as he stared at the sexual male undress.

Soon they were both in their underwear, afraid and exhilirated at the prospect of experimentation with each other. Chester stared at Mike's well toned body, he wanted it all. He wanted to taste, feel and have all of the male displayed to him. His hands stretched out and ran along Mike's torso, he was hot to the touch but pulled Chester's hands away as he stood up.

"I want you to do something for me Chaz!" He grinned as his thumbs slipped into his briefs. Chester's cheeks burned as Mike slowly edged his briefs down so that they rested dangerously low on his hips. Chester licked his lips as he crawled forward, shaking hands running along the outside of Mike's legs which were covered in goosebumbs before they gripped the elastic of the boxers. He took a breath as they pulled lower, revealing Mike's bare cock.

It was huge, Chester suddenly felt not up to standard as he gazed at Mike's awaiting cock which was dripping pre-cum. His hand was still shaking as he held it up and gripped the shaft.

"Fuck!" Mike growled as Chester's cold hand began to stroke. His leg tensed as he gazed down at Chester who was gazing at the length with wide eyes.

"You're so fucking big Mike!" He gasped in awe as he stroked. The cock felt warm in his palm as he rubbed, beads of life essence seeping from his slit. Chester groaned as he stared. "Fuck!" He muttered leaning forward. "God Mike...I wanna..."

"Ohh fuck!" Mike gasped as Chester's tongue dashed out, licking the juice off the red tip. Mike threw his head back as Chester's tongue ran from tip to base and along the hair of his stomach. His hands clasped Mike's hips as he pulled back, extending his tongue and licking the shaft again.

"Fuck Mike...I never thought you'd taste so fucking good!" He growled as his tongue lapped up the juices. "Fuck I love it!" His eyes widened as he felt Mike's hands run through his short hair. His nails dug into his scalp.

"Chester, I want you to..."

"But I never did it before Mike!" Chester heart gripped as he considered trying to even fit half of the mammoth cock into his mouth. Mike's fingers clawed in his hair as he bit him lip.

"Just try it Chester! Come on!" He wanted the males sexy lips around his cock so badly. He looked at Chester, despiretly needing him right now. He had had the dreams, those guilty nights where he had woken Anna up with excuses of how much her new thong turned him on. Mike had spent hours in the confines of his art room on sites with pictures and stories of him and Chester that turned him on so much. Now it was happening for real and he dreaded it stopping, he dreaded Chester drawing away and rushing out believing him a pervert.

"Chaz...please!" Mike whispered, tears in his eyes. Chester couldn't help but smile as he stared into those pleading, beautiful eyes.

"Anything!" He promised as he closed his eyes, and leaned forward. He could feel the head between his parting lips as he pressed forward, gagging on the mouthful.

"Fuck!" Mike growled, his fingers winding in the short locks, pulling the kneeling male in closer. Chester closed his eyes as the shaft shoved in further and further. Mike bit his lip as threw his head back as Chester marinated his shaft in saliva, his tongue swirling around the length as giving Mike head became easier and more pleasurable for the singer who cautiously took more and more in with each thrust.

"Ohh god Ches..." Mike growled, arching his back and biting his bottom lip. "Yess!" Chester withdrew, gasping loudly.

"You taste so fucking good Mike!" Chester moaned loudly, licking the slit. "Fuck...I love it!" Chester chanced another attempt at Mike's cock, taking the sensative head in his lips and tasting all that the hardened flesh had to offer. He moaned, sending pleasurable vibrations through Mike's body.

Mike's eyes were shut tight as his cock slid through Chester's lips again and again.

"Ohh god Ches...ohh fuck! Like that!" He groaned loudly, biting his lip till it turned white. Anna never gave head like this. "Fuck!" Chester's teeth dragged lightly along the shaft as his tongue ran along the slit. Anna could never give Mike the pleasure he was experiencing now. He clung to Chester's head for dear life as he pushed the elder male further and further in, his cock slamming against the back of his throat.

"Uhh...ohh god! Chaz I'm...I'm gonna cum!" He growled loudly, nails digging into his friends hairline. Chester pulled away and gulped for oxygen.

"Go on Mike!" He coaxed, kissing the tip. "I wanna taste you so much!" He licked the slit, lapping at the human liquid. "Come on! I want to taste you properly!" Mike growled, throwing his head back against the wall, groaning loudly.

"Fuck Chaz!" He cried out as the male wrapped his lips around his cock. "Ohh fuck I'm gonna...Uhhh!" Chester's eyes widened as the male spilt his life essence into the singers mouth, buckeling his hips in and out, riding out his orgasm as Chester sucked. Not a droplet of the sweet liquid escaping his lips.

Mike pulled away panting as his body slid down the wall. Chester fell back, his elbow supporting him as he panted in loud gasps of air. Mike moved closer, running hands along the singers sides and kissing his lips lightly.

"You taste so fucking good Mike!" Chester groaned, clasping the males face in his hands and pulling him close. Lips crashing so hard they were sure to bruise as Chester's tongue entered Mike's mouth, kissing him deeply.

Mike pulled away as Chester's hands ran down his torso, sending pleasureable shivers through his body.

"Chester..." Mike gazed at the youth, littering his nose and lips in light, dry kisses. "...I...I just wanted to tell you..." He didn't know the words to use.

"What?" Chester growled as he buckeled his hips, running his hard, still clothed erection into Mike's stomach. "Uhh...what is it Mike?" Mike's stomach fluttered as butterflies sprung to life with each rub of Chester's dick.

"Ohh god! Chester's I've wanted to do this for so long!" Chester laughed quietly. He couldn't exactly say the same.

"I'm so happy this is happening Mikey!" He confessed, eyes rolling into the back of his head as the friction became overwhelming. He had never experienced something quite so amazing and dreaded the thoughts of it being over.

"What do you want Mikey?" He asked, eyes shut. "What do you want me to do?!" Mike smiled, his hands caressing Chester's les, parting them.

"Why dont you try sucking these first?" He asked, smiling as his fingers ran along the rim of Chester's lips. Chester dashed out his tongue, licking the three digits, the addictive taste of Mike lingering on his tongue as the fingers plunged in his lips. His hands struggled to free himself of his briefs as he continued to suck Mike's fingers. Mike laughed lightly.

"You're so good at this Ches!" He growled, kissing the youths neck while he pulled out his fingers. Chester straightened up as Mike's saliva coated fingers ran along his stomach, hard shaft and beneath him where his small, round ass was.

"Ohh god!" Chester felt anticipation erupt in his stomach. "Mike I want you in me!" He growled as Mike teasingly ran his fingers along the soft flesh of his ass. Chester couldn't take it anymore. He clung to Mike's hand and dragged it to where his hole was. His eyes shut tight as he suddenly lowered his body.

"Fuck!" He cried as tears sprung to his eyes, Mike's fingers ramming into his ass. "Ohh fuck Mike!" He screamed as the artist rammed his digits in. His hole burned as Mike's hand rode his ass. Chester's muscles contracting around the fingers with each thrust.

Mike growled as he parted his fingers, stretching the skin. His erection was paining him so badly, he just wanted to fuck Chester raw there and then. Bend him over the still life desk and ram his cock into the tight ass, screaming the name of his secret desire loudly as he came inside him, filling him with his essence.

But better judgement and strong will won out as he prepared Chester, riding him with his fingers. Chester knelt up and crashed down hard on Mike's slender digits, moaning loudly. It hurt so badly but pleasured even more. Desire raging in his stomach as he collapsed again and again on the fist.

"Fuck Mike!" Chester growled loudly, pants escaping his lips as his ass swallowed Mike's fingers completly, blunt nails clawing along his insides. "Mike...Ohh fuck I want you in me!" Mike felt Chester's hands cling to his shoulders, nails digging in as he bowed onto the digits again. "I want you in me so badly Mike! Please...ohh fuck! Please Mike I'm begging you!" His muscles tensed as he lifted off the emcee's hand.

Mike groaned loudly as he felt Chester lean closer, erection pressing into his stomach and soft ass brushing against the leaking head of Mike's cock. Mike's hands gripped his sides, nose rubbing into the youths chest.

"You ready for this?" Chester laughed as he brushed his ass teasingly against the head which just missed his hole.

"I think the question is are you ready for this Mikey?" He whispered, giving the youth no time to think before he collapsed on the long, hard shaft.

"Ohh fuck!" Mike screamed as Chester fell onto him. He saw black at the edges of his eyes as Chester's tight muscles contracted around his length. He threw his head back as Chester bit his lip while Mike's long shaft slid into his body.

"Oh god!" Chester gasped. "Mike...Uhh...you're so fucking big!" Mike growled as Chester knelt up off his cock before slamming back down again, his hips buckled.

"Fuck!" Mike's eyes rolled into the back of his head as Chester's ass plunged down onto his throbbing cock which slid powerfully inside the youth, sending bursts of pleasure throughout his system. Chester's nails dragged along his chest leaving long white scrawb marks on the youths mocha coloured flesh. Chester felt beads of sweat coat him like a second skin as he pressed into Mike.

"Uhh...harder Mike!" He moaned. "Harder!" Mike thrust his hips forward as the youth collapsed back. "Fuck!" Chester cried out as the cock rammed into him, brushing against the sensative nerves inside his body. Pain soon gav way to pleasure as Chester writhed and moaned on Mike's lap, body consumed in bliss which spread with each thrust.

"Chester!" Mike growled, arching his back, shoving the whole entierity of his length into the sexy, slim male. "Uhh...Yess! Like that!" Chester's hands clung to Mike's hips as he rose and crashed into the emcee.

"Eugh! Mike...Mike! Ohh fuck Mikey harder!" He moaned. His erection was paining him so as the pre-cum trickeled onto Mike's stomach. "Mike please! God I want all of you inside me!" Chester's eyes widened as Mike's cock thrust funny in, brushing madly against his G-spot.

"Ohh shit! Right there Mike!" Mike felt pleasure tingle throughout his being as Chester cried out his name blissfully.

"Uhh, scream it Ches..." He begged as Chester leaned forward, plunging down again.

"Mike!" His eyes rolled back into his head, he was seeing stars. "Fuck Mike! Uhh I want you to cum in me so badly!" He could hardly breathe as Mike's cock almost exited his ass, he fell down as Mike thrust forward, entering him completly. "Uhh! Mike cum in me! Please Mike!" He never wanted anything as badly. He was just there, a few more thrusts perhaps.

"Uhh! You feel so good Chaz!" Mike cried out as his back arched. "Ohh...I'm gonna cum!" Chester groaned as he crashed into Mike's cock.

"Cum Mikey! Uhh, come on! Fucking do it!" Mike couldn't see as the flames in his stomach raged.

"Ches...call it Ches, call it!"

"Mike! Fuck Mike!"

"Uhhh...Chester!!!" Mike came in a burst into Chester, coating his insides in life essence, painting the insides of his new canvess with cum as Chester screamed loudly, nails raking Mike's skin as he closed his eyes and called out in bliss.

"Mike!!" He screamed as the liquid ecstasy poured freely inside him. Mike continued to press in and out of the singer as Chester came all over his stomach, lubricating his body in the murky secretion. His lips crashed into Mike's as the orgasm dulled, leaving both panting and engulfed in one another. Mike removed himself from inside Chester as the male pressed even closer, licking his lip and entering his tongue in his mouth.

"Fuck." Mike sighed, leaning back with his head against the wall. His sences were numb as he came off his high but his hands still caressed Chester's shaking body. Chester pushed his slender body into Mike's muscular chest. Littering his lips in open mouth kisses, cheeks clasped in his hands.

Chestr couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that suddenly engulfed him after his orgasm. Talinda was at home now, preparing him a beautiful dinner as she promised. He had only asked for chicken pascale as his Valentines present and she was probable slaving over it right now.

But here he lay in Mike's strong grasp, kissing his face in loving caresses of his lips. He couldn't imagining wanting to be anywhere else right now. He wanted nothing but Mike, his scent, taste and touch. He felt his ehart render as he lay in the males arms.

"Chester..." Mike whispered, kissing the singers nose. "...I've wanted this for so long!" Too long. He had spent countless evenings in this room, door shut and laptop open, hand down his pant as he read stories that painted filthy images in his mind. Chester as a schoolboy bent over a desk waiting for him, Chester draped in leather, tying him with chains to a steel table, Chester in a tight outfit dancing around a pole for his pleasure and so much more. Mike had came so many times reading such guilty pleasures and now it had truely happened.

"I love you so much Chaz!" He wanted to whisper as he littered the males soft face in kisses but he knew better and simply held him, thinking his feelings rather than expressing them.

Chester closed his eyes, glad of the blissful warmth that Mike's body cast on him. He allowed his hands to caress every curve of his body as he kissed his friends chest. Mike smiled as he ran his fingers through Chester's short hair.

"Chester..." he whispered, Chester looked sleepily up at him. "...you look beautiful...you know that?" A small smile crossed his lips as his cheeks burned. It had been said by fans and occasionally by his wife but no one said it the heartfelt way Mike just had. It warmed his heart.

"...thank you..." He whispered, rubbing his cheeks on the small tuff of hair that rested on Mike's chest. "...you look amazing..." He kissed his breast. "...you taste amazing..." And finally gazed into his beautiful dark eyes. "...you are amazing!" Mike looked so adorable as the pink flushed to his cheeks, he couldnt meet Chester's eyes but Chester took the inniative to lean forward and caress the youths lips with his own.

Chester's lips cured into a small smile as his tongue passed through Mike's soft lips, tongue familiarizing itself with every cravess and feel of the youths mouth. He adored him so!

"Mike..." Chester smiled lightly, pulling away. "...Happy Valentines day!"

"Happy Valentines day Chester!" Mike smiled, kissing the youths forehead as he stood up and gazed at the portrait he had attempted to paint this morning when Chester had walked into his room. Chester stood up after him, wrapping his thin tattooed arms around the artists waist as he stared at the painting.

"Mike?" He whispered, gazing intently at the beautiful portrait. "What does a beautiful guy like you want with an asshole like that?" Chester couldn't understand why Mike had chosen him and not someone more beautiful. Why not Rob maybe? Why Chester?

"Because..." 'I love him!' Mike wanted to add but he simply stopped and shivered as Chester's hands ran along his stomach. "Because he's the most amazing, beautiful person I've ever known and I feel so blessed to have had just one time alone with him...he's so incredibly unique and fun and sexy and..."

"And not deserving of someone like you!" Chester felt tears well in his eyes as he rubbed his face into the beautiful emcees neck. Opening one eye he glared at the painting again. "Mike? How could you make a mistake like that?" Mike gazed at the flawless portrait.

"What are you talking about Chaz?" He asked as Chester stretched forward and rested a hand on the canvess, dragging his palm along it, blending colours.

"Ohh god!" Chester sighed a little too loudly. "What do you know I ruined it!" He smiled and kissed the shell of Mike's ear. "I guess we'll have to try this again." Mike's breath caught as Chester moved away and gathered his clothes. Mike didn't move. He was lost in thoughts as Chester dressed himself.

Chester smiled as he walked over and kissed Mike lightly on the lips before looking around at the cum lathered sheets of plastic beneath his feet.

"Jesus Mike! Don't you think you could ever learn to stop spilling that 'paint'?" He laughed as he moved away, pulling out the only spare key of the room before opening the door and looking over his shoulder.

"I had a really great Valentines Day Mike!" He grinned. "You...you made it really special...thank you!" Mike simply smiled as the door shut, obscuring the beautiful male from his sight. He couldn't help it as his legs buckled and he fell on the ground, fingers running through his hair as a menacing smile crossed his lips.

It had hapened! Years of dreaming and it finally happened! He and Chester! It felt so right and Mike smiled to himself as his cheeks burned at the realization that it would happen again, just like in the stories!