What’s Lurking In Chester’s Pants?

A/N: (hehehe…I’m an author now so I can say that..hehehe) this story was written especially for Ivy from a fellow pervert, and is brought to you by the songs What it Feels Like For a Girl (which is on right now actually) by Madonna, Breathe by Telepopmusik, Gotta Get Through This by Daniel Bedingfield, and Murder on the Dance Floor (but I don’t know who it’s by). Also brought to you by chocolate milk, my new labret stud, my hockey mask, a great gay porn magazine, and finally last by definitely not least by my “little red friend” being operational again…hehehe and boy am I happy about that..hehehe.

Disclaimer: I don’t own them…if I did, do you really think I’d be writing about them?

Bob burst into the dressing room and screeched,

“Where the hell is Chester?” I just sighed, knowing full well where Chester was. I always when where he was. Having a severe man crush on the singer made me always keep tabs on him, so of course, I could "coincidentally” be there as well. I sighed again and hauled my fat ass off the couch I was slumped on.

“I’ll go get him.” I walked out of the dressing room and down the hall to where Chester was primping in the bathroom. He always primped before a show…. god only know why. The man was absolutely gorgeous no matter what he did. I often hid in the bathroom before shows and watched him do it. It was just too fucking cute! He had beaten me to the bathroom this evening, so I didn’t get the pleasure of watching him this time. ::sigh:: I approached the bathroom door cautiously, opening it just a crack. And there of course… was Chester …checking out his ass in the mirror. I slapped my hand across my mouth to retrain my laughter.

God….he was just too fucking cute. His forehead was creased in deep thought as he scrutinized his rear. And what a fine rear it was. My eyes traveled the length of his body. His hair was spiked up and bleached blonde. The spikes were slightly curvy due to his semi curly hair. His black rimmed glasses slipped down on his nose as he studied himself. Jis deep, clear, piercing eyes were half-squinted closed in concentration. His nose…oh his nose was just adorable…I can’t even describe it. His perfect lips were parted as he was concentrating and scrutinizing his reflection. I noticed he had changed his labret stud for a ring for the show. His hands, which were lifting up the bottom of his shirt for a better view of his ass, were with out his wedding ring.

Ah yes…his divorce…how could I forget. Perhaps one of the best days of my life and one of his worst. He came to me sobbing about how Sam was leaving him. Come to think of it, I never did get Chester to tell me exactly why she left him. He tended to get rather emotional whenever I bring her up, so I don’t try to reopen that wound. I would prefer he forget her altogether and just focus on me. Selfish I know, but what can I saw….I’m selfish when it comes to anything regarding him.

I find myself staring at his crotch and decide that I should make my presence known and keep my attention away from what is lurking in his boxers before I get too aroused. Or he catches me checking him out. That would take some explaining I didn’t want to do.

I opened the door slowly and stuck my head inside, clearing my throat. Chester quickly turned around, startled.

“Oh! H..hi Mike…” he stuttered, which was so adorable, just like the rest of him. ::sigh::

“Bob is looking for you.” He smiles and rolls his eyes.

“OK, I’ll be right out.” I leave him to finish his pre-show primping and return to the dressing room.

“He’s coming,” I tell a now slightly calmer Bob. Chester saunters into the dressing room and starts doing his “humping the chair” warm-up. I sit back down on the couch and try not to think about Chester thrusting suggestively into that lucky chair. Oh, how I wish I was that chair. I would grab him by his hips and pull our groins together. Then let him keep thrusting into me…oh god… I shifted uncomfortably on the couch, recrossing my legs to hide my growing erection.

Then I’d grab the back of his neck and pull his face to mine. His hot breath on my lips…mmm…then I’d crash my lips into his and…

“Five minute warning guys,” a roadie called into our dressing room, breaking me form my sexual fantasies.

“Rob stopped drumming in the air, Phoenix got off the floor where he had been doing yoga, Brad stashed away his porno magazine, Chester stopped humping the chair, and Joe crawled out of the cupboard where we all knew he had been hiding, scarfing cookies. We had a group hug and wished each other luck. Chester gave his glasses to Bob before he and I grabbed our microphones and ran out on stage closely followed by the rest of the band.

“And how are all you fuckers doing tonight?” Chester yelled while the guys settled in with their instruments. The crowd roared its approval and we burst into our first song: “Papercut”. The crowd surged forward with the music and started a mosh pit. As much fun as it was to watch the crowd go wild, watching Chester is always more enjoyable. His whole body contorts with the strength of his words. Sometimes his voice seems to have a life of its own and just thrashes his body around trying to get out.

I have always been that Chester doesn’t wear glasses on stage and flat out refuses to get contacts like Joe and I. It makes him half blind so he can’t see me checking him out constantly while he screams and runs around onstage. It al so makes it more likely that he will accidentally grope me when he gives me a hug or throws his arm around my shoulders… which I absolutely love him doing. Sometimes I will to intent on watching him and I will almost miss my cues. During “One Step Closer” we get the crowd to sing along with the “shut up” part and of course this gives Chester the biggest hard on. You would have to be blind not to see it. And I sure as hell am not blind. It’s kinda distracting, but thankfully it’s our second to last song. Chester starts telling the story of “that nasty spider” while I am trying not to think about the contents of Chester’s pants. I notice something pink and fuzzy has been thrown out of the mosh pit, over the security guards, and onto stage. I notice the fuzzy rocket’s flight and as casually as I can make my way over to it’s crash landing site. Upon picking it up, I discover it’s a hat. A hat with little miniature rabbit ears on it. I laugh to myself and put it on just as out last song starts.

“What do I do to ignore them behind me?

Do I follow my instincts blindly?

Do I hide my pride form these bad dreams?

And give into sad thoughts that are maddening?…”

When the song is over I yell my thanks and jog off stage. We have little time before we have to be at the signing table to get water or do whatever. I of course make sure to sit next to Chester at the table. It’s not until I’m sitting down that I’m reminded I’m still wearing the pink fuzzy hat. Chester laughs at me. At first I’m hurt and don’t know why I’m being laughed at, but then he points to my head and I know exactly why he’s laughing. I start to take it off, but he tells me I look cute in it. I instantly stop taking it off and plaster a huge assed smile on my face….Chester just said I look cute!! I could just kiss him! Although I think that would have him running from the building. Near the end of the signing, a slightly rumpled and sweaty older teenage girl shyly smiled at me displaying her labret stud.

“The mosh pit was awesome,” she said. “Could I have a picture of you in my hat?”

“What hat?” I ask puzzled, since she isn’t wearing one. She giggles and points at my head.

“The one you have on.” I blush slightly and agree. Chester having overheard the entire conversation is laughing at me…again. I pull a tough face and flash the camera a double punk rock hand signal thingy. She thanks me and I reluctantly relinquish her hat.

When the signing is over, we took a limo back to our hotel. I’m rooming with…you guessed it: Chester! Which is both good and bad. Good because I get to check him out when he’s naked. Bad because I tend not to sleep at night because a) I’m always hard as fuck and b) I stare at him all night because he looks like an angel when he sleeps.

In the elevator on the way up to our room I restrain myself form pouncing on him and making him my love slave. The bell dings just in time as the doors open. Any longer and I might have done something that I would regret later. He is so adorable as he fumbles with the electronic door key card. I sigh and snatch it away from him before he breaks the damn thing in half. I open the lock with no difficulty. Chester huffs past me and into our love shack for the evening…or so I would like to wish.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” he announces and hurries into the bathroom. He probably just wants to jerk off. He still has an erection from the show. I know. I’ve been staring at his crotch every chance I get. Hmm…jerking off doesn’t sound like such a bad idea. I decide to wait until my turn in the shower, and take this chance of solitude to catch up on my reading. I root around in my stuff for my laptop. Ah ha! Here it is! I fire it up and log on. I got to my favorite site fanfiction.net to see if there are any new stories by my favorite author Screaming-Suicide-4-Chaz. She always writes good ones about Chester and I. I gasp when the page shows up with an announcement that all the NC-17 fics and all RPS have been deleted. I write a nasty e-mail to the site managers and shut the computer off.

I stare blankly at the screen for a second before above the sound of the shower I hear something else. Wet skin slapping and moaning. I smile evilly and feel myself begin to harden. I then notice that the bathroom door is slightly ajar. I creep over and nudge the door open a little more. And there is Chester. I can see him through the gap in the curtain, which is clear anyway. He was facing me with one had supporting his weight against the wall. The other hand stroking his well-endowed length. I drank in the sight of him. Head bent, eyes squeezed shut, a look of pure ecstasy on his perfect features. His moans became more urgent as his strokes quickened. Suddenly he started babbling, “Oh god…..mmmm…oh yeah…just like that…oh take it in deeper baby…yeah…just like that Mikey.” WHAT???!!! “Oh god…MIKE!!!” He gasped as he came all over his hand and the shower floor.

I leapt guiltily away from the door, my mind racing. Chester has fantasies about me? What the hell? Isn’t he supposed to be straight? I’m the flamer of the group (even though no one knows I’m gay). Does he like me, or does he just fantasize about me? Is that the same thing? If I say anything, will it jeopardize our friendship? What about the band? Did I just hear wrong. Maybe I just imagined him calling out my name? I suddenly got the urge to announce my undying live for him and see where that lands me. Fuck it, I decied, now is a good a time as any. Just as I win my mental battle with myself, Chester emerges from the bathroom wearing nothing bet a scratchy hotel towel slung low around his hips. I again drink in the sight of him. His tattoos stand out from his pale skin with blazing perfection. His labret ring shines in the light of the overhead lamps. His hair has been hastily dried and laid limply in soft damp curls. My mind suddenly goes blank and I just blurt it out. Fuck tact.

“You were kinda loud, you know.” His whole face drops and pales visibly. He sputters to find words.

“Oh…didn’t mean it….Jesus…fuck… I was kidding…uh…” I took a step closer to him and placed a hand on his bare hip, bringing our bodies flush as I silenced him with my lips. He jumped at the contact but then wrapped his arms around my neck to bring me closer. He kissed me back with matching passion as I ran my hands up and down his smooth, warm back. He suddenly froze and shoved me away.

“What the fuck, Mike?!” I furrowed my brow at him and he continued. “One minute you’re as straight as a fucking….” He sputtered as he tried to think. “…straight thing, and the next you’re fucking kissing me…” I cut him off.

“Wait one second. Who ever said I was straight? When was the last time you saw me check out a woman…shit, when was the last time I had a girlfriend?” Chester stopped gaping at me and thought for a sec.

“Umm…never?”

“Exactly. My last girlfriend broke up with me when she saw me always checking out other guys, and that was before I even met you”

“Hmmm…I guess I never thought about it like that….” He trailed off. Then raised his eyes quickly to mine.

“That’s why Sammy and I broke up you know.” He looked like a little lost boy. I wrapped an arm around his bare shoulders. Tears welled up in his eyes. He continued,

“I don’t want to be gay Mike.” He nuzzled into my tee shirt, gripping my chest tightly. “It’s not right, it’s not fair,” he kept sobbing. I put my other arm around him and held him close.

“Does this feel wrong Ches?” He pulled his face away from me and said,

“No…actually this feels really good…”

I lifted his chin with my finger and looked into his deep soulful eyes.

“Does this feel wrong?”

Before he could question me further, I covered his lips with mine and kissed him softly and slowly. I sucked on his bottom lip, running my tongue over his lip ring. He moaned quietly and gripped me tighter. I broke the kiss, needing air.

“No,” he said. “It feels right. So does this.”

With that, he captured my lips harder this time, with more urgency. I groaned into the kiss and parted my lips, searching with my tongue. He opened his mouth easily and our tongues twirled together as they explored each other’s mouths. He again wrapped his arms around my neck as I ran m hands down to his towel and back up his sides. He moaned into the kiss and came up gasping for air. I moved my lips to his neck and sucked hard. I slowly backed him up to one of the beds. He fell back onto it and dragged me with him, my lips never leaving his neck. I finally moved on when I was sure I had left a mark. I peppered the rest of his neck and shoulders with kisses, licks, and nips. I pulled up and looked again deeply into his now lust-glazed eyes.

“How far do you want to go?” I asked.

“As far as you want to take me.”

Perhaps the eight sexiest words ever spoken. I resumed my attack on his chest, nipping and sucking on his nipples. He pushed against my chest. I stopped abruptly.

“I think you’re wearing too much,” he said with a grin and stripped me of my tee shirt. His hands fumbled with the button of my pants.

“A little eager are we?” I joked. He glared at me in mock anger.

“Oh, shut up you.”

I captured his lips again and pushed his hands from my pants. I unbuttoned and unzipped them deftly and kicked them off quickly. I put my hand on the towel that is the only barrier between from all the glory that is Chester Bennington. I broke the kiss and said,

“If, for any reason, you want me to stop, just say so, and I will, OK?” Chester nodded and pulled me back into a kiss. My hands wrapped the towel from his waist. I broke the kiss so I could finally behold what I had lusted after for so long. He was magnificent! He looked down at me questioningly with a hint of fear and embarrassment on his features.

“You’re beautiful, Chester,” I told him. He smiled at me broadly and opened his mouth to speak, but I ground my boxer-clothed hips harshly into his. He moaned loudly and pushed his groin back against me, aching for friction.

“Oh….god!!”

He grabbed the back of my neck and crashed our lips together, tongues battling passionately for dominance. I moaned into his mouth. He suddenly pulled my head away form the kiss violently by my hair. I was about to protest, then I heard him huskily moan out,

“Oh god!! Fuck me Mike!!!” as he ground against my straining erection. “I want to feel you inside me!”

Needing no further encouragement, I regretfully detached myself from his hot writhing body. He looked confused for a second.

“Lube,” was all I had to say and he quickly looked around the room.

“There should be some of that nasty ass lotion the hotel provides in the bathroom,” he said, propping himself up on his elbow to watch me. When I returned with the small bottle in hand, Chester was lying in his back, eyes closed, right arm tweaking his own nipple, left hand busily stroking his hardened length. I stood transfixed at the highly erotic scene that lay before me. A loud guttural groan snapped me out of my trance.

I walked over to the foot of the bed and pounced on Chester’s prone form. Chester squeaked in surprise then began moaning and babbling as I started dry humping him again. He ran his hands down my sides to the top of my boxers. He pulled then down and I kicked them off the bed. I hen brought my now aching erection down to grind with his for the first time skin to skin. We both groaned and I had to stop before I blew my load right there and then. I sat up and parted his legs, sitting between them. I fished around on the bed for the lotion I previously abandoned when I had leapt upon Chester. I poured about half the small bottle on my fingers and instructed Chester to bend his knees and draw his feet closer to his body. When he did so, I had a great view of his ass.

“I’m gonna stretch you out a bit first, OK? So it doesn’t hurt as much.”

Chester nodded and gritted his teeth.

“If you relax it will hurt a lot less.”

When he was preoccupied, I slipped a greased finger in to his tight hole. He gasped and his muscles contracted on my finger. God. He was so tight. I don’t know how long I’ll last once I’m inside. I probed around with my finger, then added a second and a third.

“You OK?” I asked.

“Yeah…” he said. “Just kinda weird. But a good weird.”

I decided he as ready and retracted my fingers. He groaned sadly at the loss of contact, but my fingers were quickly replaced with something larger. I lubed up my erection before pushing my length into Chester. He cried out in pain and I stopped.

“Do you want me to stop?”

A tear escaped form his eye and rolled down the side of his face and into his ear.

“No…just hold on for a sec.”

“We have all night Ches…there’s no rush.”

We waited for a few more moments.

“OK, you can move now. Just go slow, OK?”

I started moving slowly and carefully, trying to ease my way in and out. I grasped his erection between our sweaty bodies and stoked in time with my thrusts to keep his mind off the pain. I pulled out almost all the way, then pushed back in a little harder than I had intended. Chester cried out again. I froze. I started to sputter an apology, but Chester griped my arm fiercely and said with equal fierceness,

“If you fucking stop again I will fucking kill you!”

I pulled out and thrust back in slightly harder and faster. Chester let out a guttural moan and violently clamped down on my erection. I gasped and repeated the action.

“Ohjesusmaryoffuckinggod!! Harder Mike!!”

I quickened my pace on both my thrusts and stroking his hard on, not knowing how much longer I could hold on. Chester was so fucking tight. I had already lost all coherent speech. I had been reduced to breathy moans and grunts. I was pistoning into Chester as fast and hard as I humanly could, when I felt his whole body tighten up and he came all over my hand and his chest with a loud,

“MIKE!!!”

His muscles tightened on my aching length and it was all I needed to be pushed over the edge. I cried out, “OH GOD…..CHESTER!!” and emptied my load deep inside him.

I carefully pulled out and he gasped and moaned at the loss. I collapsed on him and held him tightly in my arms. He snuggled unto the embrace, fitting perfectly, as if he was part of me. We both let out loud, long sighs of contentment and bliss as our breathing and heart rates returned to normal. Chester turned his head towards me and kissed me tenderly on the lips. When the kiss ended, he looked me deeply in the eyes and said,

“I love you, Mike.”

“I love you too, Chester. More than you’ll ever know.”

Too tired to cleanup the mess we had made of ourselves and the bed, we just climbed under the sheets as we were. I spooned up to Chester from behind, my arm draped securely and possessively across his chest and we drifted into a contended slumber.