This is my first story ever, so feel free to be as harsh as you want. I need to learn. But otherwise, enjoy!

Mike’s eyes traveled up Chester’s body for about the fifth time in the past two minutes. Starting with the beautiful brown eyes, hidden behind thick defining frames, down to the lips- thin, but full at the same time, just begging to be touched. From the lip ring- oh, the lip ring- down to the curves of his neck, leading into small but defined torso, all covered in milky white skin. It took every ounce of Mike’s self control not to race across the room, grab the older man, shove him up against the wall, and just-

“Mike! You with us?”

Brad’s voice registered in Mike’s mind, causing everything else in the room to come back into focus- staring at Chester tended to make him space out a bit. Mike’s head snapped up to see Brad’s annoyed frown staring intently at him.

“What in god’s name are you thinking about all the time when you space out on us?”

Mike smirked. “Oh, you know I’m thinking about how happy I would be if I could be your bitch for a night, Brad. If I could just get on that ass, I’d-”

“Okay, I get it!” Brad squeezed his eyes shut as his signaled his distaste by waving his hands around erratically in front of his face. “You don’t want to tell me what you’re thinking about, that’s fine. Just don’t say that ever again.”

Mike laughed in success. If he had to really tell Brad what he was thinking about, he’s probably be the only one left in the tour bus, as everyone else would have bolted for their lives to escape Mike’s insanity. He could just imagine how that conversation would go.

“I was thinking about Chester, Brad. I think about him a lot. All of the time, actually. I’m head over heals in love with him, and have been for quite a while now. Yes, I know I’m straight, this is just- an exception, you could say. Every time I see him, I want to rip his clothes off and fuck him like there’s no tomorrow.”

Mike laughed to himself and shook his head imagining the guitarist’s reaction to such a speech. He glanced back over to Chester to see that the older man hadn’t looked up from reading his magazine, but resisted the urge to go back to daydreaming. ‘Apparently I need to be more discreet when it comes to Chester,’ Mike thought to himself, thinking back to the experience with Dave a few days ago.

He had been doing almost exactly what he was right now- sitting on a couch in the back of the bus, staring at the vocalist across the room, innocent- okay, maybe not that innocent- daydreams running through his head, when suddenly his arm was practically yanked off his body as the bassist dragged him back into the back room of the bus, threw him on the couch, and shut the door behind him. Mike hesitated to speak, afraid of Dave’s motives, until the bassist turned around to reveal a small smirk on his face.

“Okay, Mike, we have got to do something about this!” Dave threw his arms up with a dramatic sigh.

“About what?” Mike asked honestly, having no idea where the bassist was going with this.

“Your obsession with Chester!”

Mike paled significantly, but tried to cover. “I’m sorry, my what?”

Dave smiled smugly. “Oh, don’t even pull that ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ crap with me. You’re in love with him.”

Mike opened his mouth to protest again, but his conscience got the better of him. ‘Why not tell him?’ The little voice inside of him hemmed. ‘Maybe it’ll feel better to talk about it with someone.’

So instead, Mike stuck his jaw out indignantly. “Well, I know that, but I resent you calling it an obsession. And besides,” he added curiously, “how did you know?”

Dave laughed. “Let’s see, what gave it away? Maybe the glazed over look you get over your face as you stare at him for hours on end. Maybe the fact that you turn shades of red I didn’t know existed whenever he talks about sex, or makes a joke about jacking off- ah, there’s one of those shades of red right there. Maybe it’s the fact that you stutter and sometimes can’t get any words out right when he walks into the room. Maybe-”

“Okay, okay!” Mike interjected. ‘Damn, he just read you like a book,’ said that little voice from inside him. Mike shushed the voice and turned his attention back to the bassist. “So, what’s the point of you pulling me back here? Just to point out my obviousness?”

Dave smirked and sat down on the couch opposite Mike. “No, although the embarrassed and shocked expression on your face is amusing, I do have a motive. I want to help you.”

Mike’s face dropped from a blush into an expression of confusion. “Help me what? Get over him? I’ve tried that, trust me-”

It was Dave’s turn to cut the emcee off. “No, no, none of the jazz. I want to you help you…how can I put this…I want to help you seduce him.”

Mike choked on the air he was breathing. Seduce? Seduce? Dave wanted him to seduce Chester? Apparently, Mike’s expression portrayed exactly what he was thinking, because Dave cut in again.

“I know what you’re thinking, it’s a crazy idea.” Crazy doesn’t even begin to describe what was going on in Mike’s head, but Dave continued: “Just hear me out.” He waited for a sign of approval, and seeing no change in Mike’s expression, decided to continue anyway.

“Okay. We’ve been on the road for a while. Therefore, Chester’s horny.” Mike’s face appeared to have invented a new shade of red for the second time in the past five minutes. “Meaning, he’d probably be up for some fun. And not only that, I think he might like you too…”

Mike almost fell off the end of the coach. “Wait, what? You think he might like me too? Are you crazy?”

“No, I’m not crazy!” Dave said, seeming almost insulted. “I was right about you, wasn’t I? Now, stop interrupting and let me finish. If we devise a plan, I think there may just be a way to get you two lovebirds together.”

Mike sucked his lips together, seemingly in deep thought. “Alright, fine. I’ll hear your plan. But that, in no way, means that I’m agreeing to go along with it.”

Dave smiled in triumph. “Here goes.”

Mike thought back to the conversation that followed with a shake of the head. Dave’s plan was crazy- insane. And Mike had refused as soon as he heard it. However, Dave was so indignant about trying it, Mike had reluctantly said he might give it a shot. Of course, he had no idea Dave took ‘give it a shot’ to mean ‘do it as soon as possible.’ But, since he did, here Mike was, sitting here, knowing that the plan- which Dave had deemed “Operation Sweep Him Off His Feet”- “Operation SHOHF” for short- was to take place tonight. As soon as they reached the hotel. Tonight.

Mike was shaken from his thoughts as a particular bassist plopped down on the couch beside him- speak of the devil.

“So, Mr. Shinoda,” he grinned, “are you ready for tonight?”

“Not in the slightest, Mr. Farrell,” Mike replied with a scorn. “Now go away. I’m still mad at you for making me do this.”

“Well, you’re going to be thanking me later, and you know what?” Dave paused as if he was waiting for an answer, and on receiving nothing, continued. “I’m not even going to gloat when that happens. I’m just going to be happy for you and your new boyfriend.”

Mike gulped. Boyfriend. Even that word scared him when it was associated with Chester. Speak of the devil again…

Chester bounded beautifully into the room and threw himself dramatically down upon the opposite couch with a sigh. “Damn it. I’m horny and I’m tired. It’s hard to jack off when you’re tired.”

Dave laughed as he rose from his seat, untying a sweatshirt from around his waist and dropping it beside Mike. He whispered as he left the room: “You might want to put that across your lap, Shinoda.”

Mike looked down in mortification and pulled the sweatshirt across his crotch as discreetly as possible. Dave was right- the words ‘jack off’ must’ve been like a trigger coming from Chester’s mouth.

This was going to be a standalone, but it got longer than I expected, so I broke it up into two or three chapters. So you'll just have to wait and see what happens, won't you? Review if you like. Thanks for reading!