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Ashes: Yea that would be even worse, luckily the story isn’t heading that way ^^ stefy: Yea, hopefully Chester will help Mike’s confidence ^-^ FUNsize: Mwaha! Am I even more amazing because I updated again *giggle* Glad you liked the last chp lplover22: I try my best ^^, Yea I used Crank cause I was too lazy to come up with anything else XP TYshangshan: Yeah, the long awaited chapter is finally up XP So happy you liked hun ^^ DarkestOfShadows: *hug* So glad you still like this hun ^^ Dannielez -chan: Yea I love Mr. Hahn. Why do people make him mean? :( Migh as well say there’s nothing with Rob and Chaz, he just thinks his best friwnd found a new best friend. Yea, Love Crank2 Vampire Princess: thanks hun *hug* I didn’t think it’s get such a good response but it’s amazing to get so ^^ Drakanaa Byzanthum: yea, the bitch thing is quite true tho I shouldn’t be dissiong my own gender! GIRLS RULE!! ^-^ .:=Miss-Gah-gah=:.: Yea, the sculpture part is now hun and you're right. Mikey needs to use his hands lots. ^.^ Well lets see how this works out! Vixenla: Glad you're enjoying this hun. Yea Chester is very into Mike but I might as well say it now that Rob is jealous of their friendship. He's very straight XP Chan.xx: You want Aww?..awww, that's sweet. I'm glad you're liking this hun ^^ and thanks for the art comment :) axl adamic:I rock? No you rock for your comment! *glomp* So happy you're enjoyin this! I like parts of this chapter, hope you do too. Lady Shinoda: Yeah Judy is a darling ^^ I loved the idea of Mike making the piece with Chester but I can think of a few more writers on this site that could do it so much more justice, I'm not too good at picturesque descriptions. Hope you like though. BlackFairy: Yea it's very delicate but I like to try adress issues that really happen. A lot of people just push issues like that aside and I dont see how that helps. Glad you like this. Beautiful? Wow! I just write all the time, I never really but thought into making it beautiful, as long as it;s realistic. Thanks for your comment, it eant so much! NalaNyaSilmaRyl: *giggle* excited? Thanks for sticking with this hun *hug*

Mike sat at the table, which lay, in his art studio. He rest with his hands on the table. On front of his hands was a large clump of clay and around him were tools. Aprox ninety degrees to the left of the youth lay his supply table. Red, blue and yellow paints and acrylics were always laying in the right hand drawer while white, black and brown in the left. His easels, cloth and paper were in the center drawer and on top lay canvasses.

To the right of where Mike sat lay current projects. Still drying moulds and paintings rested in the right hand corner and finished pieces in the right one. The floor upon which everything sat was covered in a constant sheet of plastic.

Mike's studio was incredibly organized.

Mike was still sitting at the table, playing with a small inch-by-inch piece of clay. He had been playing with it for the last two minutes and it was beginning to get dry. He dipped his hand into the jar of water which lay about seven inches to his right and wet the piece, prolonging its life.

His cell rang at 11:02am and he answered.

"Hello?" He asked, unsure if it was who he thought it was.

"Dude I'm outside. Can I come in?" Mike smiled.

"Sure Ches. I'll open the door." Mike hung up and rested the cell in his right pocket before he pulled out a device from his left. He pressed a button. Mike's door acted like a car door. One press and the person outside was allowed in. Usually the youth preferred using his key like normal but it was easier at times like this.

"Mike?" He could hear Chester call from the hall.

"In here!" Mike cried back. He couldn't help but grin stupidly as he thought of Chester making his way through the house. Secretly he was very excited about this opportunity. This would give him a chance to finally see just how beautiful this model was.

"There you are!" He heard Chester call from behind him. He tried to wipe the smile from his face but failed miserably. He could hear Chester's heavy boots thud along the plastic and the youth mutter quietly before he reached the sitting male. "This chair for me?" Mike nodded and heard the slow dragging of wood on plastic and the light plop of Chester onto the seat.

Chester clapped his hands together, rubbing them in anticipation. He was smiling as he eyed the clay on the table.

"This is gonna be awesome dude." He grinned. "I really appreciate you taking time to do this." Mike's eyebrows rose.

"Me taking the time?" Mike laughed lightly. "C'mon dude. You're the supermodel here." Chester sighed and threw his eyes to heaven.

"Don't remind me. So...how are we doing this?" Mike's left hand stretched out and rested on the clay lump.

"Well this little baby should hopefully look like you when I'm done with it." Mike smiled, patting it. "Because I'm blind though I'm going to have to use my hands to...I guess see what you're features are like. I just want you to be comfortable with that." Chester laughed and shrugged.

"Mike I feel like a piece of meat as it is with people. I don't mind." Mike frowned.

"If you're going to be like that then I'm not doing this Chester. You're not a piece of me." 'Not to me anyway.' Chester smiled and rubbed his brow.

"Sorry...thanks man. But no. I really don't mind." Mike smiled.

"Great. Cause I'm working with the clay there might be some getting transferred to your face, you understand that right?"

"I hear it's a great moisturizer." Chester smirked, making Mike laugh as cautiously he raised one, slightly shaking hand towards Chester.

"You're sure."

"I really don't mind Mike." Mike smiled and stretched out. His fingertips came in contact with the unmistakable feel of a strong jaw line.

Mike took a silent gulp as his hand stretched along the outline of Chester's well-defined, clean-cut square chin. Soft, full bottom lip complete with a cold lip ring. Long, crooked nose that rounded at the tip. Almond shaped eyes with thick lashes. Thin eyebrows that grew thicker at the edges. Small wrinkle on his nose as he laughed when Mike's second hand tickled him by feeling beneath his ear. Small dimples that appeared on his smooth cheek. Long but round ears with small stud earrings. High hairline giving way to soft, short curls.

Mike hoped his gasp was silent. The image his touch created was breath taking. There was no way in hell this guy could be so beautiful. He had to be wrong. He understood Chester was supposedly handsome but this was ridiculous.

"Mike you ok?" Chester asked, opening one eye as Mike's hands stopped roaming his face only to stay stationary, one on his cheek and the other on his forehead, which wrinkled with worry.

"Y-yea." Mike stuttered, hands snapping away, back to his lap. He forced a smile and considered what to say next. All he could think of was how Chester suddenly transformed from a friendly voice and a warm hand to quite possibly the most beautiful male he had ever...felt.

Mike could feel his cheeks threaten to burn as one hand started to play with the clay again. Chester looked to his friend’s hand and stretched.

"We ready to start?" He asked, still smiling. Mike nodded, hand shaking slightly as he stretched out again, hand resting on Chester's cheek.

"This won't be done quickly. You know that right?" Chester smiled as his eyes closed once Mike's soft hand returned to his face.

"I know." Chester couldn't help but feel completely comfortable as Mike's hand gently stroked his features, drinking in everything. Chester bit his lip ring, unsure if he was to say something or not. He decided not to and instead closed his eyes and enjoyed the comfort he found in Mike's grasp.

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It was quite a while later. Every twenty minutes or so Mike would stop working on the clay and ask Chester if he'd like a break. Chester would insist he was ok and be keen to continue. They took a fifteen-minute interval closing in on 1:00 for a drink. Chester was driving so they took a can of coke each before setting back to work on the piece.

Still Mike was a gentleman and at every half hour asked Chester if he was ok.

"You want to take a break?" Mike asked about three, withdrawing his hand from Chester's cheek. Chester's eyes which he had unconsciously closed shot open and his hand unexpectedly flung to Mike's.

"No!" He stated, a little too eagerly, pulling Mike's hand back to his face. Mike was surprised by the sudden change in Chester. Another quiet gasp escaped him as his hand came in contact with Chester's warm skin.

"Chester..." Mike didn't know what to say. His stomach flipped. Chester wanted him to touch him? No...he was being silly. Chester just wanted the piece done, that was all. Mike was overreacting but everything changed inside him when he realized how amazingly beautiful Chester truly was. He felt the smallest hint of arousal stir inside at the mere thought that Chester would want him.

Chester looked to Mike in a confused manner as the youth took his hand away.

"Chester. Sorry but...if I'm honest I'm a little tired. D-do you mind if we just...continue this some other time?" Chester sighed and pulled back.

"O-oh...ok then. Do you want to go get some lunch or something?" Mike tried not to blush too madly.

"Sorry Chester but I...I have plans with Brad later. I completely forgot, sorry." Chester sighed, trying to hide his disappointed face, forgetting Mike couldn't see it anyway.

"Oh, alright." He couldn't hide the tinge of sadness in his voice. "I might as well go. I think Rob had some stuff he wanted to sort out...you know...now that I think about it." Chester stood, patting Mike's shoulder in thanks before he looked to the piece that lay on the table. They had been here four hours. Chester smiled as he looked, it looked so like him already.

"Mike that's amazing." He stated truthfully, wanting to touch the heavy lidded eyes of the clay and see just how Mike got every detail from his lashes to his dimple so perfect. "Some other time then?" He asked. Mike nodded.

"Yeah. I'll call you ok?" Chester smiled, taking his hand away from Mike's shoulder as he walked away.

"I'll see you later, K?"

"K." Mike lowered his head as he heard Chester's footsteps walk away from the room and eventually the front door closed. Mike sighed loudly and collapsed his head on the table. "Fuck!" He moaned, balling his hands into fists.

He was an idiot. How could he ever think Chester would think of him that way? Leaning back he sighed when he felt dried clay clinging to his forehead.

"Stupid clay." He sighed, picking it off his head and throwing it away. Slowly he allowed his hands to stretch out and feel the half finished piece. Instantly Chester's face came flooding back into him mind. Mike moaned and bit his lip. He knew he should take his hands from the impressive piece. He could feel himself getting hard. How could he be getting hard over clay?

But he wasn't over clay. He was getting hard over the mental image Chester created in his mind.

"Jesus." Mike looked to where he heard Chester's footsteps disappear minutes ago. "Ches...you're so beautiful..." Mike sighed and stood up, calling Judy into the room. Her soft paws padded on the plastic as she came to her master’s call. Mike took her collar and commanded her to take him to the kitchen where he could get a drink.

He couldn't get Chester's face out of his mind. He was just so beautiful, angelic even. But something inside told Mike to stop thinking that way. He was well aware Chester didn't like to be thought of as a prize bull and preferred to be referred to as a human, a normal person.

Mike thought over the idea again and again. Chester would never feel the same way. Why should he? But Mike feared he would be unable to control himself around the male from now on.

'You're so shallow.' He told himself. 'So fucking shallow! Why did things change? Why are you letting them?' But Mike smiled as he thought of even yesterday with Chester. Thinking over it he was convinced that even if he hadn't have touched Chester. The male was funny and nice and made Mike feel good about himself.

"What do you think?" He asked Judy who yupped loudly in response. Mike smiled. "Yea...I like him too."

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Once he reached home Chester locked his front door and made his way to his large living room. He collapsed on the white leather couch and buried his face in his hands.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He growled loudly into the leather as unexpected tears welled in his face.

Mike hated him. How did it all happen? Why did the youth react that way? Why did he suddenly seem so distant? Chester moaned loudly and frowned as he wiped the tears away. Why was he crying?

Chester flipped onto his back and sighed loudly again. The sound reverberated again and again in the house which made Chester suddenly realize was big and lonely. He felt lost in it. He wished someone was here to keep all the loneliness away. Rob maybe to hang around and laugh with him or better yet. Mike.

"Stop it!" He growled at himself, hands clinging to his head. "Just stop it!" Mike wouldn't leave him mind. The way his hand was so warm, how his lips curled when he smiled, the way the clay caught in his small beard when he scratched it, making Chester laugh. "He's not interested in you." Chester frowned, hands clinging around his stomach as he tried to convince himself that. "He never would be. Why do you think he was so repulsed by you all of a sudden?...Just stop it! Stop thinking about it!"

Chester moaned at the thought of Mike. He was so creative and funny and made Chester feel normal and comfortable. Still he couldn't make his move. It was foolish of him to think that Mike was remotely gay or even bisexual. Not to mention his status. It was a horrible, selfish reason but Chester needed to realize that even if he could be with Mike it would ruin him and maybe even change Mike's view of looking at him.

Chester sighed and closed his eyes. He would call Mike tomorrow and maybe they could sort it out. That gave him twenty-four hours to get it in his head that he and Mike could never be.

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Throughout the day both Chester and Mike walked along very different paths.

Chester called a bunch of friends who were all more than happy to hang around with him. They got into a VIP underground club where they drank enough alcohol to ruin their livers while three of them resided in the bathroom, snorting coke along the toilet bowl. Chester wasn't big into the latter and avoided the restrooms while he knew his so-called friends were busy.

He danced with the most beautiful of women who would batter their eyelashes and flaunt their cleavage to no avail. Still Chester forced a smile for the sake of the people who had no idea that he was consuming lethal amounts of alcohol and dancing to every second song so that he could forget a particular artist with the cutest smile in the world.

Mike sat on his couch with Judy by his feet. He listened to Shawshank Redemption on audio description while eating popcorn with soda. His phone rang a number of time from Brad asking if he'd like to come out tonight. He declined every invite only to end up shutting off his cell half way through the movie.

As involved as he attempted to be in the speaking from the DVD Mike couldn’t manage to tear his thoughts from the half finished clay piece in his studio. His hand trembled as he thought of the feel of Chester's unnaturally soft skin beneath his fingertips. He shook the thought.

He and Chester had known each other for a mere three days and yet he was already under the impression that he felt something for Chester. Not the mention he was also crazy enough to think Chester may even feel something for him. But that was unlikely.

"He was beautiful wasn't he Judy?" Mike smiled, stroking hid dog who whimpered. "I mean...you got to see him right. I wish I could but...I don't know even though he seems beautiful...I mean he's just so...nice you know?" Judy moved under his touch. He took that as a yes. "I really like him Judy." He confessed slowly. "Do you think he could like me?"

Judy barked loudly and Mike grinned.

"No...I disagree girl...he could never like me like that." Mike smiled but sadly. "Still...I think maybe we'll keep him around a little longer. It'd be nice to have another friend around to pet you huh?" She barked again and Mike's grin broadened as they both quieted down to listen to the rest of the movie.

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Authors notes: I know it's short but this was hard to write. I had some parts of this story planned out but what happens between here and another scene later on was a blur so I have to sort that out ya know? Sworry X3

Next Chapter: Mike sighed, hands stretching along the kitchen counter as he made his way along the room, hoping to get to his bedroom soon. He reached the hall, knowing he was meer feet away from his room when Judy brushed against him, following.

"No girl!" He muttered, shooing her away. "Go to bed girl, g'on." Judy left, tail between her legs, unsure why her master didn't want her around. Mike sighed in relief once he got to his room. He closed his door, for a while he didn't want anyone around, not even his beloved guide dog.

R/R please!!