Seriously rough, fresh out of the oven. Sorry if it sucks...actually no, I'm not sorry. Suck it if you think it sucks. XD

“And a thing of berry Backwoods cigars, please.” Mike Shinoda stood at the counter of the greasy gas station, tapping his fingers absentmindedly on his pant leg.

“Mike?” A call from the fountain drinks made Mike perk and look over. “Mike Shinoda?” An older male who Mike had obviously known walked toward him, smiling. Mike looked at the male, trying to place him. He was wearing a long-sleeved, black button-up shirt with perfectly baggy jeans. He didn’t recognize him until he looked at his eyes: perfect dark orbs that looked excited and happy and portrayed love, fear, and pain.

“Oh my god, Chester?!” Chester nodded vigorously, letting out a soft chuckle.

“Yeah, yes!!” He jumped forward and hugged Mike tightly. The clerk cleared his throat and Mike pulled away from the hug, still relatively close to his old friend. Mike paid the bill and turned back to Chester; they walked to the back of the station, right by the candy bars. Mike leaned against the wall and Chester stood with his hands in his pocket, grinning like mad.

“So how have you been, man? It’s been like ten years!” Mike smiled. It was so good to see him again. He had spent the last ten years wondering how Chester had been. He had missed him so much. “Still got the wife? Otis? What’s new?”

“Oh, you didn’t hear.” He sighed. “Anna and I split up a few years ago…she took Otis. It’s okay, it was a good decision, you know?” His heart hurt at the sound of Anna’s name, but with Chester there everything was better, all of a sudden.

“Yeah, I know. Talinda and I broke up about five years ago. It was pretty rough…but I’m better now. I’m staying in an apartment by myself, working on some Ve’cel and Club Tattoo stuff.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that…why did you guys break up?” Mike couldn’t believe it; Talinda had been his rock.

“It’s….nothing.” The ex-singer got quiet all of a sudden, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair.

“Aw, come on. You wouldn’t have brought it up if you didn’t want to talk about it. It’s been a while, Ches, but I still know you pretty well. What happened?”

Chester paused, looking back up at Mike. “She found out I was gay.”

Mike choked slightly, staring wide-eyed at his best friend. I can’t believe it. I knew it! “Uh…wha… Wow.”

Chester blushed. “Sorry.”

“Oh, dude, for what? I….we kind of knew…”

“What?”

“Uh…never mind.” Chester gave him a look. Mike sighed, explaining. “The guys and I kind of figured as much…but don’t worry about it, nothing mean or anything. Just…noticed some things.”

He paused. “Like what?”

“Uh…you design clothes….and you always have like ten thousand shoes on the road…and the way you walk…the way you talk…” Mike would have continued but he noticed Chester was giggling.

“Was I really that obvious?” He laughed.

Mike laughed with him. So amazing… “Haha, yeah…well…not really, but noticeable enough for me.”

“Oh.” Chester caught his mistake and decided to risk it, walking closer to Mike. He moved so that he stood right before him, blocking view from anywhere else. Mike watched, breath caught, as his best friend moved closer to him intimately, Chester’s breath fanning on his face. “The truth is, Mike…” I can’t stand it anymore, Chester thought. He was so fucking hot. Fate had lined us up to meet here…I know it. He smirked as he moved closer still, enjoying Mike’s shocked reaction. It felt so good to be this close to him. “I’ve always loved you.” Going for it, Chester closed his eyes and leaned forward, getting so close to Mike that he felt his lips tingling, waiting for contact. He felt Mike pull away; he immediately backed away as well, feeling incredibly stupid and self-conscious. What got over me? You can’t just hit on your best friend from ten years ago. OF course he’d freak out. What did you expect, Bennington? That he’d confess his love for you too and sweep you away? That you both would ride off into the sunset? He felt tears well up in his eyes. Why am I always so fucking emotional? He faced Mike, who was breathing raggedly.

“C’mere.” He grabbed the ex-singer’s hand roughly and led him down the dark hallway to the restrooms. He looked around, opened the door to the men’s bathroom, walked in, and, looking around again, dragged Chester in with him.

“What—” Mike turned on the lights and locked the door. He stepped forward anxiously and placed both hands on Chester’s face, pulling him forward and moving closer. Chester gasped slightly as Mike brushed his lips against his. Chester wrapped his arms around Mike, kissing him desperately. “Mike…” He pulled back only to take a breath and dove in again, kissing those delectable lips he had been craving for over twenty years. He moaned slightly against his lips, gasping as his raging hard-on met Mike’s heat. Mike pulled back and let his head drop back, panting hard, trying to catch his breath. He bucked his hips sensually into Chester, moaning in the process. He looked at his new-found lover, watching Chester moan through his swollen, kissed lips.

“I love you, Chester.” Chester opened his eyes and kissed Mike again, backing him into the wall. His hands ran down Mike’s sides, slipped under Mike’s boxers and grabbed his ass. In response Mike bit his lip hard, moaning and still rocking hard into Chester. The ex-emcee’s hands threaded through the hair that Chester still had, tilting his head to kiss him deeper, tongues mingling. Chester pulled back all of a sudden, and to Mike’s surprise, he unbuttoned the shirt Mike had noticed. Mike giggled excitedly as Chester peeled off Mike’s old band t-shirt and attacked him again, stroking Mike’s length through his sweats. Mike grinned into the kiss, feeling his heart beat anxiously as he knew what it was leading to. He felt beyond content; the man he had yearned for, the man he had dreamed about for more than twenty years, was kissing him. He knew—he finally knew.

Chester pulled away with a wet pop and pecked Mike’s lips again. “I love you too, Mike,” he muttered before toeing off his shoes. Mike caught the hint and took off his own shoes, kicking them under the sink. He heard his phone beep and start to ring. Perfect timing… Chester reached into his pocket, maintaining eye contact, and took out Mike’s phone, removing the battery and throwing it on the shoes. Chester winked and Mike smirked; he was serious about this.

Mike wanted to see Chester, to see him like he never had before. He started peeling off his jeans and kneeled on the ground, lifting each of Chester’s legs to take them off. He felt the older male’s fingers in his hair, pulling slightly and moaning. As soon as Mike pulled off Chester’s boxers, he stood up slowly, taking in every aspect of him. He was perfect.

His tattoos marked his body perfectly, the color still bright and vibrant. He was stick-thin, with just a little fat around his belly button. His erection leaked sadly, with a little tuft of hair above it. Mike felt Chester all over his body, eyes clouding up at how beautiful he was. He finally stood up and met Chester’s gaze, moving closer. He took off his pants, then his boxers, shivering slightly at how cold the restroom was. The entire scene was making him so hot—the fact that they had seen each other for the first time in five years, and within ten minutes they were naked in the men’s bathroom, about to have sex. But that’s how it was with Chaz—everything was spontaneous, and you didn’t know how ridiculous anything was until you’d done it. And Mike loved him for that.

Mike grabbed Chester’s ass and pushed them closer, groins touching heatedly. Chester wrapped his arms around Mike and kissed him, starting to buck his hips into Mike’s. Mike’s hand travelled down and tightened around both of their erections, causing both of them to moan just a little too loud. Chester bit Mike’s lip and grabbed his ass again, pulling him closer still.

“I need you in me…” he said naughtily, catching Mike’s lustful gaze. “Now.” And with that he dropped down to his knees and engulfed Mike’s erection fully. Mike’s eyes welded shut and he gasped, wrapping his hands in Chester’s hair. Chester moan in the back of his throat; Mike felt the vibrations and leaned against the cold wall for support.

“Oh god! CHESTER! Fuck..fuckfuckfuck…” he mumbled uncontrollably, dropping his head back with a loud thud and fighting the urge to scream.

Chester, meanwhile, was skillfully using his tongue to pleasure Mike. All the moans from Mike brought him closer to the edge. Once he thought Mike was lubed enough, he had an idea. Mike whimpered as Chester moved off him suddenly and reached into his pants pocket for a quarter. He winked at Mike and found the small vending machine, putting in the quarter and punching the buttons. Mike watched him curiously but understood when Chester turned around with the biggest smile on his face, holding a small bottle. Mike took the bottle and read it as Chester closed in on him again.

“World’s best lube…berry flavored, ooh.” He gasped and clutched the bottle with a firmer grip as Chester kneeled down again and swallowed him whole. Chester worked his tongue so perfectly, Mike would have came if it weren’t for Chester’s earlier request.

He opened the bottle with shaky hands and poured it over his fingers, rubbing it in and dropping the bottle in the nearby sink. He slowly pulled Chester of (much to both of their dismays) and lifted him up, bringing him closer and kissing him anxiously.

Chester pulled back, keeping his gaze. He took a breath and thrusted into Mike at each word to make his point. “I need you to fuck me…right here…right now…with your big…hard…cock…”

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