A/N- Ok first LP fic ever. Read and Review. This is my favorite story I've done so far. It makes me smile every time I read it. I hope you enjoy it as mush as I do.

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Why I love Him

(Mike's POV)

4:37 Am

I am lying awake watching him sleep again. At times like these I think about how much I love him. And it's not just the sex, I mean it's great, but there is so much more between us than that. I think about the little things about him I love.

I think about his short spiky hair. How those beautiful blonde (or brown or red or blue ) spikes are always perfect , even when he first wakes up.

Those deep brown eyes. The way he looks at me and I know I’d give him anything he ever wanted.

His silky pink lips that glisten slightly when he licks them.

The spot under his ear that turns him on when I lick it.

His gorgeous shoulder line.

His smooth, light skin.

His slightly muscular chest and stomach.

His adorable belly button.

The curve of his lower back, where my hand fits perfectly.

His slightly protruding hip bones and the way his jeans lay sexily on them.

That 7 inches that belongs to me and only me.

His long legs that feel great wrapped around my back.

The way he hates being on top.

The way he loves back rubs.

The scar on his lower leg from when he fell off his bike when he was 6.

All the other imperfections, scars, birthmarks and rough spots on his body.

His bright, loving smile.

His cute, corky laugh.

His perverted sense of humor.

His great personality.

The way he acts so hard and tough in public, and the soft side that I see when we are alone.

The way that when we're in public he sits or stands just close enough so we are barely touching so no one else would notice but us.

The way he needs to be touched.

The way he loves to be held.

The way he wakes up at night shaking from another bad dream about the abuse, or drugs, or the suicides and death of his friends and the way he pushes closer to me and his body begs me to hold him tight.

The way he looks so peaceful and safe in my arms. The way that he, Chester Bennington, kid who wouldn't even bother to tell his parents where he was or what he was doing, actually asks me for permission to do things, and no matter how many times I tell him he doesn’t have to, he still does it, and the way I know that if I said no, he wouldn't.

The way when he says please and looks at me so innocent, I know there is no denying him, and I just want to smack him for looking so cute, but I give him whatever he asked for every time.

The way he even asks for little things, like when he says "I'ma go take a shower, alright?" and actually waits for me to say ok before he gets up and goes.

The way he completely trusts me and leaves himself vulnerable to me.

They way we both know I would never take advantage of that.

The way he needs me.

The way I need him so much more.

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"Morning"

Mike just smiles at him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I love you"

"I love you too"

Mike pulls Chester close to him and kisses his forehead. Chester rests his head on Mike's chest. They fall asleep wrapped in the blankets and each other.

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