Post by Mickey on Jul 4, 2008 5:39:06 GMT -5
I don't own Linkin Park or any of its members. This is purely fiction and contains sex, drugs and swearing. Can't handle that? Don't read.
Mike looked at the syringe in his hand. He knew he shouldn’t do it, but at this point, he didn’t really care, he just wanted the pain to stop.
He slowly stuck the needle into his vein in his arm, cringing at it penetrated the skin. He hated needles, really. He pulled a little blood into the syringe and then pushed it back into his vein, after it had mixed with the heroin.
The rush was incredible and he immediately felt all the pain inside disappear like mildew from the sun. This was what he had been looking for all this time. He pulled the syringe out of his vein and leaned his head against the wall. The syringe fell out of his hand and onto the floor, as he closed his eyes and stopped concentrating on anything but the rush in his head.
Rob knocked on Brad’s hotel room door. When he answered, he couldn’t hide his worry.
‘Hey man. Have you seen Mike?’ Rob asked.
‘Nope. But have you like checked his room?’ Brad said.
‘Yeah, there’s no answer. nuts, I’m worried about him Brad. He’s not been himself, since Chaz left.’ Rob walked into Brad’s room and sat in a chair.
‘I know. Something’s seriously wrong with him, man. I think I smelled weed from his room the other night before the show.’ Brad had been worried about him, too.
Chester and Mike had been a couple for a long time. At first, everything had been peachy and mushy, they loved each other so much, but that had changed rather quickly. Chester had always been the one who got most of the attention in the band. Fans would throw themselves at him all the time and Mike hated it. He knew that it was part of the game and it wasn’t that he was jealous, because he only had eyes for Chester and trusted that the singer loved him, but he knew that Chester had a soft spot for girls. Especially girls who would worship him like a god. Mike had thought that they would be together forever because what they had was more special than a random piece of ass.
Chester had been acting weird for weeks and Mike was really concerned about what was going on. He knew that Chester had met this girl, Talinda, at some award show and they had been hanging out a few times. Mike had been hanging out with them on a couple of occasions and he thought Talinda was sweet and definitely hot.
Chester and his relationship was well known all over the world, by now and they had pretty much been glued together, the first time they had hung out with Talinda.
But after some time, Chester had started to pull away from him and it bothered him. He didn’t even want to make love to him anymore.
‘What’s up with you, dude?’ Mike asked one night.
Chester looked at him with an annoyed look. ‘What do you mean? Nothing’s up with me, man.’ He went back to the book his was reading.
‘Chaz. I know you. Something’s up and you don’t want to tell me…but you have to, man. You’re killing me, here.’ Mike pleaded.
Chester sighed and put his book down. ‘I’m so sorry, Mike. I’m leaving the band…and you.’ He just blurted out.
Mike felt like he had been kicked in the balls. ‘You are WHAT?! What the f**k, Chaz?! Where does this come from? You can’t just blurt out something like that! You have to tell me why and what and how and…..yeah!’ Mike rambled.
Chester ran his hand over his face and into his hair while taking a deep breath.
‘Well….Talinda and I hooked up the other night and I’ve fallen in love with her….’ He started and watched Mike’s eyes turn dark with sadness and the tears welled up in them.
‘…and I don’t think it’s a good idea to continue the band with us being exes because it’d just be too weird. Besides…I think it’s a good idea to stop while we’re ahead, so we don’t get to the point where our records won’t sell.’ Chester seemed completely cool to Mike and it was pissing him off.
‘Well….when are you leaving, then?’ Mike tried to stay calm when all he wanted to do, was curl up in a ball and cry.
‘After the show tomorrow night.’ Chester said coldly.
Mike lost his cool, which was very rare. Chester had been the only one who could get him to lose it. ‘Tomorrow?!! When the f**k were you going to tell me about this?!’ He got up and started pacing.
‘Were you even going to say goodbye to me?! What about us?! You sit there, all cold and I don’t understand how you can be like that after everything we have…..had together. How can you be such a f**king cold bastard, man?!’ Mike had tears coming down his face now.
‘I’m sorry, man. I can’t control my feelings. I still love you, but not in that way anymore. I’m so sorry.’ Chester tried to comfort him, knowing very well that it wasn’t going to work.
Mike took a few deep breaths and then turned to face Chester, his eyes shooting lightning at him.
‘Get the f**k out! Get your f**king ass out of my f**king room, you bastard!!’ Mike yelled, almost losing his breath.
‘What? Where am I supposed to go? This is our room, man. Can’t I just sleep on the couch or something?’ Chester was in complete shock over Mike’s reaction.
‘I don’t f**king care! Get out! Go sleep with your pregnant dog or whatever, man, I don’t really give a flying f**k, but you’re sure as hell not spending the night here!! Get the f**k out of my sight…now!!!’ Mike said, walking towards Chester with his fists clenched.
Chester got up and walked out of the room, without another word.
Mike sank to his knees right there in the middle of the room. He thought he was going to die right there on the spot. He started sobbing uncontrollably and it felt as though he couldn’t breathe.
Chester had left him. ‘He f**king left me….’ He said out loud, still trying to catch his breath.
There was a knock on the door and Dave walked in, seeing Mike in the middle of his breakdown. He rushed to his side, putting his arm around his back.
‘Mike? Mike, what’s going on? Talk to me, dude. What happened?’ He asked, while stroking Mike’s back soothingly.
Mike tried to speak, but it only turned into hiccups and sobs. Dave sat down on the floor, next to Mike and just stroked his back until he calmed down.
After about half an hour, Mike had calmed down enough for him to speak.
‘He left me, Phi. He just left me.’ Mike looked at Dave with the world’s sadness in his eyes.
‘Chaz? What the f**k?! What did he say exactly?’ Dave said with shock on his face.
Mike told him what he had said and how cold he had been.
‘I don’t know how I’ll survive this, Phi. He was my life. Not even the music was as important as he was. I won’t survive this. I’m not sure I even want to survive without him.’ Mike started crying again.
Dave spend the whole night in Mike’s room, trying to calm him down and make him understand that he would, in fact, survive without Chester. That it was just a matter of moving on. He was angry about Chester leaving the band so suddenly, though and he was extremely worried about how they would go on with the shows and if they would go on with the shows. There was no way Mike could do the singing on his own and especially not when he was so devastated.
The next day, Dave called the rest of the band, except Chester, into Mike’s room. He told them what was going on and asking them what they thought they should do.
They got angry, very angry. Joe wanted to find Chester and beat him up, for putting them in this position, but luckily, Dave got him to calm down.
Rob just looked sad and was the only one to put into words what they all thought about. ‘I think we need to break up the band, guys. I mean, no offense to you Mike, but you can’t sing Chester’s parts and even if you could, you can’t both rap and sing at the same time. I don’t know about you guys, but I don’t feel like going through auditions, when I already know that we won’t be able to find a singer as good as Chester. I guess we’ve always known this…that if Mike or Chester decided to leave the band, it would be the end of it.’ He saw everyone nodding, some with tears in their eyes.
Everyone, but Mike, went to talk to Chester afterwards. He was still cold and uninterested, but agreed that they’d do that nights show as normally as possible and after that, he would leave.
He didn’t even ask about Mike and the guys thought that maybe this Talinda person wasn’t great for Chester, if she made him change so much, but they also knew that they couldn’t do anything about it.
Mike had no clue how he would get through the show that night. He was still curled up in his bed, crying and the show was only a few hours away.
Two hours before the show, he dragged himself out of bed and went to shower and get dressed for the show. He decided to take a walk, after he finished getting dressed. He felt numb now, but he knew that the second he lay eyes on Chester, on stage, his heart would break again. He needed to do something so that wouldn’t happen.
He turned down a dark alley and not five minutes after he did, some scary looking dude walked up to him, asking if he wanted to buy some dope.
Mike stopped and then he heard himself ask for two joints. The guy chuckled a little at him, but gave him what he asked for, anyway.
He smoked one right away, feeling better within minutes. This was exactly what he needed to make it through the show.
He went back to the hotel and smoked the other one, right before he went downstairs to catch the ride to the venue.
Chester was in the car and Mike was doing a pretty good job at ignoring him. The atmosphere was thick with awkwardness and no one said a word during the ride.
They tried their best to put on an amazing show, but they all knew that they didn’t. Chester and Mike was ignoring each other and the rest of the band was just feeling like crap so they didn’t really have any energy.
Mike had energy, though. He felt amazing, considering what he was going through. He didn’t even get sad, when he looked at Chester and he was the only one who put every ounce of his energy into the show.
After the show, there was a knock on Mike’s door. The high had worn off and he was crying again. He didn’t feel like company right now, but still he got up, wiped the tears from his face and answered the door.
Chester was outside.
‘f**k. What do you want?’ Mike asked him, hating that Chester should see him so messed up.
Chester looked at him, but he didn’t show any sign of feeling bad for Mike. ‘I’m leaving, so I just wanted to say goodbye to you.’
‘Well. Goodbye then.’ Mike just said, a part of him wanting him to leave already but the other part just wanted to snuggle up to his chest and feel his arms around him.
Chester thingyed his head a little to the side. ‘Can I hug you bye? Please?’ He asked, looking into Mike’s eyes and stretching his arms out.
‘Sure, why not?’ Mike said as he disappeared into his embraced. He felt Chester’s lips on his hair and felt the tears well up again. It felt so good to be near him again, to smell him and listen to his heart. It was also the hardest thing Mike had ever done, because he knew that he was leaving and not coming back.
‘Mike, I need you to take care of yourself for me. I’m not as cold as I seem. Part of me still loves you, but I have to do this.’ He grabbed Mike’s shoulders and held him out in front of his face. ‘Promise me that you’ll take care of yourself. I saw your eyes tonight and you can’t go down that path, man. I’ve been there and I know what I’m talking about. Please don’t go there.’ Chester was pleading with him now and Mike was surprised that he could be cold enough to say this to him, yet still leave him behind.
Mike shrugged and moved away from Chester. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about, dude. But no matter what, it’s not your problem anymore. You’re the one leaving me behind so it’s not even your business anymore.’ He couldn’t meet Chester’s eyes, though.
Chester sighed. ‘I know that, Mike.’ He moved in towards him and Mike couldn’t seem to make his feet move, so he couldn’t reach him. Chester kissed his forehead. ‘You’re gold, beautiful and I need you to remember that. I love you.’ He turned around and walked away.
Mike shut the door and was more confused than ever. How the hell could he leave like that? First saying sweet things to him, hug him and kiss his forehead and then just leave? It didn’t make sense.
The next few weeks were spent with making press releases about the breakup of the band, cancelling shows and making press conferences. Chester did not attend any of this, so it wasn’t difficult for people to see what had happened. The black circles around Mike’s eyes also made it clear.
Mike felt no better, except when he was high. Which was pretty much every day, by now. It was the only way, he knew how to ease the pain in his heart.
He wasn’t only using weed, anymore. He had moved on to snorting cocaine, as well and that helped a little more than the weed.
After the whole mess with announcing the break-up, Brad and Rob decided to take Mike on a trip to a spa, to get his mind off things.
They had a lot of time off, after the break-up and decided to spend a month in the spa.
Things had been okay for the first week. Mike had found a dealer in the city and he provided him with whatever he needed. The weed and cocaine was not enough anymore, though and Mike had asked the dealer for something stronger.
He’d given him a tiny bag of heroin and shown him how to shoot up the stuff. Mike was, at this point, in a place where very few coherent and sensible thoughts were allowed to make their way through his drugged up brain and the only thing he thought of was getting rid of the pain inside.
A few minutes after Mike had shot up the heroin, there was a knock on the door. He struggled to get on his feet, while grabbing the tools and packing them away. He put on his hoodie so his arms were covered up and then he walked to answer the door.
‘Hey man. I was here 15 minutes ago, why didn’t you answer?’ Rob asked, as Mike opened the door.
Mike rubbed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. ‘You were? nuts, I don’t know. Maybe I was in the bathroom..’ His voice was slurred and both Rob and Brad noticed.
‘Dude, are you smoking weed or something?’ Brad asked, looking at Mike’s huge pupils.
‘Huh? Oh. Yeah, I just smoked a joint to calm myself down a little.’ Mike gestured randomly and hoped they bought it. It seemed like they did.
‘Well, you need to stop that, man. Didn’t you see enough crap with Chester?’ Brad asked directly, watching Mike cringe as he mentioned Chester’s name.
‘Yeah, it’s not something that happens that often. Don’t worry, man.’ Mike said, truthfully. He was barely smoking weed anymore, anyway.
‘Did you guys want something or were you just checking up on me like you would a kid?’ Mike asked a little annoyed and trying to change the subject.
‘Well, you need to jump into the shower and get ready because we’re taking you out, man.’ Rob said, as he pushed Mike towards the bathroom.
‘Out? Out where?’ Mike went into the bathroom, but leaving the door open so they could talk. He got undressed, but didn’t really feel like going anywhere.
‘Dinner and then a gig, dude. You need to get out and have some fun, man.’ Brad said.
‘What gig? I don’t know if I’m feeling a gig, man.’ Mike made a face.
‘Well, this new band Daughtry is playing near by. I heard a few of their songs and they’re really dope.’ Brad was all excited.
Mike grunted and got into the shower.
They went to the venue and Mike had to admit that Brad was right. This band was really dope. The lead singer, Chris, had an amazing voice and an unbelievable stage presence.
After the show, they went backstage to meet the band. Chris had asked security to bring them there, when he had spotted them in the crowd, during the show.
He was a fan of Mike’s and was desperate to talk to him just to see if he could give him any pointers about anything. He also thought he was extremely hot, and after his band broke up, Chris knew he was single.
When Chris saw Mike up close, he was shocked to see that he looked like something the cat dragged in on a rainy night, though.
His pupils were huge, he had dark circles around his eyes and he looked like he hadn’t been eating for the past week or so.
He felt really bad for him, as it was obvious that he was a mess. He tried to ignore it and they spent a few hours talking about music and Chris was able to get a few pointers on various things.
All three of them decided to stay in touch, because Chris’s band was about to go back into the studio and they were thrilled with the idea of having Brad, Rob and Mike help them and collaborate with them on some of the songs.
As they drove home, Rob was all excited. ‘Mike. Dude, did you see the way Chris was looking at you? Seriously, I think he’s got a crush on you. He didn’t take his eyes off you, the whole time we were there, man.’
Mike was annoyed with Rob’s excitement. ‘No, I didn’t. And I don’t much care, anyway.’
‘Yeah, I know. I was just saying… I mean, maybe this is your chance to move on from Chester, you know?’ Rob tried to explain, knowing that he might as well be talking to a wall.
‘I will move on when I’m d**n good and ready to do so! Don’t try and set me up with all sorts of guys, man!’ Mike snapped at him.
Chris kept in touch with the guys and Mike helped him with some lyrics. It made Mike feel good to be working again, but he still spent most of his time, getting high.
Chris liked Mike a lot, but he was afraid that he didn’t know the real Mike and that he only liked him because he was so pathetic and helpless.
He couldn’t believe that Rob and Brad hadn’t noticed the drug use or even if they had, had done nothing about it.
One day, around six months after their first meeting, Chris couldn’t take it anymore and he decided to call Rob.
‘Hey man. It’s Chris.’
‘Hey Chris. What’s up?’ Rob said, sounding real happy.
‘Well, Mike just left here and I was wondering if you and Brad are aware of what’s going on with him?’ Chris could feel himself get a little angry.
‘What do you mean, going on with him?’ Rob asked, wondering what Mike had gotten himself into now. He had tried to talk to Mike about Chester and about moving on, but it was clear that Mike wasn’t having it and so Rob had let it go and let him be. He hadn’t spoken to or seen Mike in almost a month.
‘Don’t you know that he’s a heroin addict?’ Chris couldn’t believe that neither of them had noticed.
‘I’m sorry, what?! No, you must be mistaken. Mike has been through all that crap with Chester and there’s no way he’d go down that path. I know he smoked a little weed for a while, but I didn’t think much of it, to be honest.’ Rob could not believe that Mike would ever take the same path as Chester had once been on. He’d seen too much of that crap. He knew better. Rob hoped.
‘Well, then I think you should take another good look at your friend, man. Seriously, his arms are all f**ked up and he doesn’t even care if people see them, anymore. He always looks like he’s half-asleep and his pupils are constantly the size of plates. He’s far gone and he needs help like three months ago, man.’ Chris was shocked that Rob hadn’t noticed anything. He’d seen it with Chester and he should be able to recognize the signs.
‘Okay, I’ll look into it.’ Rob said and then he hung up to call Brad. He asked him to come over so they could go out and find Mike.
They started off by looking for Mike in the obvious place. His house. When they got there, the door was unlocked, so they knocked and went inside.
‘Mike?!’ Rob yelled in the hallway. No answer. Brad made his way upstairs, while Rob stayed downstairs to see if they could find him.
‘Rob!! Oh my god! Rob, get the f**k up here RIGHT NOW!!!’ He heard Brad scream from upstairs. He took the stairs two steps at the time, knowing that Brad had found Mike and that something was horribly wrong. He got out his cell phone, as he ran up the stairs.
He walked into Mike’s bedroom and found Brad on the floor, with Mike in his arms. Mike was foaming at the mouth, his eyes rolled back into his head and he was gasping for air.
‘Oh f**k!’ Rob just stated, as he was already dialing 911. When the dispatcher answered, he just yelled into the phone ‘My friend is dying! He’s OD’ing on heroine and we need an ambulance ten f**king minutes ago!’ He then gave the address and hung up.
He knelt down next to Mike and looked at him with tears in his eyes. ‘What the f**k are you doing to yourself, man?’ He stroked his cheek and then looked up at Brad. ‘We failed him, man. We should’ve seen this coming. We should’ve seen the signs. Why the f**k didn’t we see the signs, man?!’
Brad had tears in his eyes, as well and he looked up at Rob. ‘Because he’s Mike, man. Now go downstairs and wait for the ambulance.’
After only a few minutes, the ambulance arrived and as they drove away with Mike, Rob picked up his cell and called Chris.
‘What’s up, man?’ Chris asked, when he answered the phone.
‘Mike has just been taken to the hospital. Brad and I found him in his bedroom. He was foaming at the mouth and nuts, man…overdose.’ Rob didn’t see any point in sugarcoating it.
Chris leaped from his chair, causing it to tip over and hitting his thigh on the mixing table in the process. He was running around in circles, while trying to find his jacket and car keys and still talking to Rob on the phone.
‘Ow! nuts! Oh my god! Is he going to be okay?! Which hospital did they take him to? I’m leaving right now!’ Chris was rambling.
‘Chris, you have to calm down. He’s going to be alright…in time. He’s got a lot of healing ahead of him but he’s going to be okay. They took him to LA Memorial. I’ll meet you there. Calm down! And drive safe! No need for you to end up in a bed beside him.’ Rob said in a stern voice.
‘Okay, I’ll get Jason to take me. I’ll see you there.’ Chris said and gestured at Jason.
Chris ran into the emergency room and found Rob and Brad sitting in the waiting area. He was out of breath, when he came up to Rob.
‘How is he?! Is he okay? What happened? Oh god, I hope he’ll be okay. He’s such an idiot, man.’ Chris was rambling incoherently and Rob couldn’t help but laugh a little at him.
‘Chris. Chris!! Calm the hell down, man. Wow, you’re really into him, aren’t you?’ Rob smiled.
Chris blushed. He hadn’t realized how infatuated with Mike, he had been. Now he realized that maybe there was more to what he was feeling than just admiration for his talent.
‘Well….uh, yeah, I guess I am. nuts, I don’t know. I only know the junkie, Mike and not who he is on the inside. But I intend to find out.’ He nodded. ‘Now, tell me how he is. Have you guys heard anything?’
Brad got up and put a hand on Chris’ shoulder. ‘He’s going to be fine. They said that we can go see him soon.’
‘Oh thank god.’ Chris breathed a sigh of relief.
Mike felt like crap. What the hell had happened? The last thing he remembered was getting a syringe ready for a fix.
Slowly, he opened one eye and the first thing he saw was Chris’ face. He looked around the room he was in and saw Brad and Rob next to Chris. What the hell were they doing here? And where was ‘here’, anyway?
Chris smiled at him. ‘Hey Mike. In case you’re wondering, you’re in the hospital. You were a little moronic and overdosed at your house. Brad and Rob found you.’
Overdose? What the hell?! Suddenly, he realized….oh nuts, I could have died. He closed his eyes and thought to himself. How the hell could he have been so stupid? Had he learned nothing from seeing Chester going through all this crap before? Was Chester really worth destroying himself for?
He opened his eyes and looked at the three guys standing in his room. ‘Thank you.’ He whispered.
Brad shrugged and pretended to be cool. ‘Hey, that’s what friends are for, man.’ Truth be told, Brad had been and still was scared out of his mind. He never thought that Mike would go down that path. Mike was the rock and always had been. He had gone through re-hab with Chester and knew all the crap that followed and Brad had never thought that Mike would touch drugs.
After a while, Brad and Rob left the hospital to give Mike some peace and they knew that Chris needed to be alone with him.
Chris pulled a chair over next to Mike’s bed and sat down. He really wanted to hold his hand, but he wasn’t sure if he dared, so he just put his elbow on the covers, next to Mike’s leg.
Mike looked at him, with sadness in his eyes. ‘How did you know?’ He simply asked.
‘My brother died from an overdose, so I’ve seen the signs before.’ Chris explained.
‘I’m sorry.’ Mike said, feeling bad that he had brought up such painful memories in Chris.
‘Don’t worry about it, man. Just concentrate on getting well. And think about this. Is Chester really worth all of this? Isn’t it time to move on and let go of whatever hold he had on you?’
Mike’s jaw dropped. ‘I…I guess he’s not. And yeah, it’s time. But I need help to do that, man. It’s like he’s in every fiber and it hurts so much.’ Mike’s eyes filled with tears.
Chris took a chance and held Mike’s hand, as he looked into those beautiful brown eyes with tenderness. He was surprised that Mike didn’t pull his hand back.
‘I’ll help you. And I’ll get you into re-hab. You’ll get through this, I promise.’ Chris almost whispered.
Chris visited Mike every day while he was in the hospital and he made arrangements for him to go into re-hab.
Mike was still hurting a lot inside, but having Chris there did help him. He sensed that Chris had feelings for him, but he was not ready to act on it and somehow Chris seemed to understand that because he never pushed him, nor did he tell Mike how he felt.
When Mike went into re-hab, Chris couldn’t be there for the first three weeks and he missed him like crazy. He did have time to work with his band, though and that was highly appreciated. Jason was not amused by the whole Mike situation, though.
‘What’s the deal with this guy, Chris? You’ve not left his side, almost, since he was hospitalized.’ He asked, wondering but not getting what was going on.
Chris had the stupidest grin on his face. ‘I think I’m in love with him, man. I can’t stop thinking about him and I can’t wait until the day that I finally get to hold him and kiss him and…’
Jason rolled his eyes and gestured at Chris. ‘Okay. Sorry, I asked. You don’t have to go into details, man. But seriously, how do you even know that you get to do that? I mean, you haven’t even talked to him about how you feel, have you?’
‘Well, no….but I have this feeling inside that when he’s ready, he’ll realize that he’s fallen for me, as well.’ Chris said with a smirk.
Mike and Chris wrote each other letters and talked on the phone as much as Mike was allowed to, during the first three weeks of the re-hab.
Finally came the day where Chris would visit Mike. He’d felt like a kid all day and could not wait to see him. He put on his black jeans, a black t-shirt and made sure to spike his hair as he knew that Chris liked. When the time came for Chris to arrive, he grabbed a red hoodie and headed outside to wait for him.
Chris walked up towards the re-hab center slowly. He was nervous to see Mike, for some reason. What if he didn’t like him?
He shook his head, telling himself not to worry about it so much. He was here to see his friend and that was all that mattered.
When he saw the back of the red hoodie, his heart skipped a beat and he had trouble breathing. He stopped and watched Mike for a few seconds, before speaking. He just wanted to watch him, without him knowing that he was there.
‘Mike.’ He said in a low voice and watched as Mike turned around to face him. My god, he looked good. Better than he had ever seen him. He started to walk towards him with a smile on his face.
Mike smiled as he heard Chris’ voice behind him. He turned to face him and his heart skipped a beat, when he saw him.
Had he always been so broad? He wasn’t taller than Mike, but he had been working out a lot more and his shoulders were broad and his upper arms a lot bigger than Mike’s.
As Mike moved toward Chris, he automatically spread out his arms for a hug, as did Chris and Mike disappeared into his embrace.
Chris couldn’t believe how good he smelled. He wanted to stay there forever, just inhaling his scent and feeling him against his chest.
Mike broke the hug reluctantly and looked into Chris’ brown eyes. ‘How are you, man? It’s good to see you again.’
Chris thought he’d die when Mike looked into his eyes. My god, he was beautiful.
‘I’m good…’ Chris let go of him and Mike led them inside. ‘…but more importantly, how are you? Yeah, it’s been a long time, since I’ve seen you.’ I missed you so much, Chris wanted to say but he stopped himself.
‘Oh I’m getting better, man. I have a long way to go, still…but yeah…it’s looking brighter every day. Yeah, dude it feels like it’s been forever. I missed you, man.’ Mike said before he could stop himself.
Chris’ eyes widened. Did he just tell me that he missed me? He thought. He figured he had just missed him as a friend, though. ‘Yeah, I missed you too.’ He tried.
Mike had been leading them past the kitchen, to grab a thermos filled with coffee and some cups. He was now leading them back to his room, so they could talk in private. He had something he needed to tell Chris.
They sat down in the couch in Mike’s room and poured the coffee. Chris looked at Mike, whose face had suddenly gotten very serious.
He put his hand on Mike’s shoulder. ‘Are you okay, man? You suddenly got such a serious expression, man.’
Mike reached up and grabbed Chris’ hand on his shoulder, but he didn’t just remove it..he removed it to hold it between his and then he looked at him.
‘I’m getting there, yeah. But I don’t know how I would’ve come this far, if you hadn’t been there for me.’ He bowed his head, but Chris used his free hand to cup his chin and make him look at him again.
‘I’m not going anywhere, Mike.’ Chris said, while drowning in those brown eyes of Mike’s.
Mike blinked as if to lift the trance he felt himself fall into, when Chris looked into his eyes.
‘Chris. I need you to be patient with me. I’m still a little f**ked up, emotionally and I don’t know if I can promise you anything yet.’
Funny, how none of them had actually spoken the words, yet both of them knew exactly what Mike was talking about, Chris thought.
‘Stop stressing, man. I’ve been here almost from the start and I’m not going anywhere. I just told you. Take as much time as you need.’ Chris moved his hand to Mike’s neck, as he spoke and he subconsciously stroked his hand with his thumb.
‘Thanks.’ Mike whispered and leaned his forehead against Chris’. He closed his eyes for a second before returning to look into his eyes. Before he knew what he was doing, he gently pressed his lips against Chris’.
Chris gasped of surprise, when Mike’s lips touched his own. He kissed him back in the gentlest of ways and felt his thingy react immediately.
Mike opened his mouth a little to make Chris deepen the kiss and he wasn’t slow to follow directions. He felt his warm tongue inside his mouth and felt a chill move down his body only to make his thingy throb.
Chris’ shirt came off within seconds and Mike threw it on the floor, a few seconds later his own following.
Their hands were exploring each other’s torsos and Mike felt Chris move down to kiss his jaw line, when he moved his head to the side.
‘You taste so good, man.’ Chris moaned into his ear and the feeling of his breath against his skin made Mike groan and his thingy grow even harder.
He moved his hands down to Chris’ button and zipper and desperately opened it, as Chris did the same, while licking Mike’s neck. They got up and got out of their pants, while moving towards the bed almost falling over in the process.
It made them laugh, realizing how funny it must’ve looked, but a few seconds later Chris felt the back of his legs hitting the edge of the bed and he sat down, his face right in front of Mike’s stomach and throbbing thingy.
He gasped a little when he saw how hard he was under his boxers, he put his hands on Mike’s hips and started kissing his stomach teasingly right above the edge of the boxers.
Mike threw his head back and moaned as he felt Chris tease him and he almost let out a scream when he felt him gently pull down his boxers.
He stepped out of them and then he cupped Chris’ chin and made him look into his eyes. ‘You’re so f**king hot.’ He said and then leaned down to kiss him hungrily.
Chris grab hold of Mike’s erection and felt him moan in his mouth, as he slowly started jerking him off, rubbing his thumb on the pre-cum on the head.
He broke the kiss and started licking the head with gentle strokes, tasting his hot pre-cum on his tongue. He felt Mike shudder and his thingy throbbing even more, as Chris took his whole length down his throat.
Mike arched his back and let out a scream when Chris took him in his mouth and started sucking him, slowly at first but then moving faster. He had needed this for so long and wasn’t sure how long he would be able to last, when Chris being so good at this.
‘f**k, I’m…gonna come…so f**king hard….oh god..’ He gasped, as he felt Chris speed up the pace.
Chris couldn’t get enough of tasting Mike. He tasted so sweet and the more he felt him throbbing in his mouth, the more he could feel his own thingy reacting. He felt a lot of pre-cum oozing out of it now, and he was so hard it was almost painful. He grabbed hold of his own thingy and started jerking himself off. At the same time, he let go of Mike for just a second to look up at him. Mike looked down and when he saw Chris jerking himself and as he felt him wrap his lips around him again, that triggered his orgasm. He arched his back, cried out Chris’ name and felt himself release his hot, milky essence into Chris’ mouth, while he was licking him and sucking him off until the orgasm had passed.
Chris stopped jerking himself and felt Mike gently press him onto the bed while he kissed his stomach and chest, slowly moving up to taste himself in Chris’ mouth.
‘That was….f**king hot, man.’ Mike whispered against his lips. He grabbed the lube, conveniently sitting on the nightstand, while licking Chris’ neck. He started putting it all over Chris’ thingy, which was now red-ish with arousal and throbbing as if it was going to explode. He felt him shudder, when the cool lube and his hand touched him. He leaned forward to whisper into Chris’ ear. ‘I want you to f**k me…..I need you to f**k me so hard….’
Chris had lost all sense of reality and when he heard Mike beg for him to f**k him, he almost came right then and there. Mike lay down on his back and Chris moved up between his legs. He started spreading the lube on Mike and heard him moan as he got closer to his entrance. He bucked against Chris’ fingers and let out a groan when he stuck two fingers inside him. He continued to lube his thingy up, while fingering Mike with the other hand.
Mike gasped as he felt Chris’ thingy get closer to his entrance. When he didn’t enter, he almost lost it. ‘Chris…oh god….f**k me…please…f**k me hard….f**k me NOW!’ He screamed out the last word, as he felt him enter him right in that second.
Chris screamed his name as he entered him and wasn’t sure he’d be able to last more than two seconds. Surprisingly, he got himself under control pretty quickly and he reached down to get Mike to a sitting position. He kissed him hungrily, biting his lips and thrusting hard into him.
Mike felt him hit his prostate several times and that made him lose all sense of the world. He held onto Chris’ neck and started jerking himself off, while getting f**ked. He was surprised that he was hard again, but it didn’t matter anymore.
Chris thrust harder into Mike and they both got louder with each thrust. When Chris saw Mike jerking himself off, he moved his hand there, intertwined their fingers and helped him jerk off, while thrusting even harder into him. He felt his orgasm get closer and he thought he would lose his mind.
‘Oh god….I’m coming….oh f**k…Mike…oh god!’ He gasped, as he thrust even harder and fast into Mike and speeding up the pace of their hands on Mike’s thingy, as well.
A few seconds later, they both screamed and felt their orgasms go on for what seemed to be minutes, while they released themselves all over each other.
Mike threw himself back on the bed as Chris pulled himself out of him and lay beside him. Chris draped his arm over Mike’s stomach, smiling. Mike could do nothing but smile and sigh and he heard Chris speak to him. ‘That was f**king amazing, man. So much for taking it slow, huh?’
Mike grinned. ‘Yeah that was mind-blowing. And yeah, I guess the whole taking it slow thing is out the window.’
A few days later, Chris was in his kitchen reading the paper and having breakfast, when he dropped his cup and spilled coffee all over himself, burning his thighs and stomach.
‘f**k!!’ He exclaimed as he leaped from his chair and moved to get something to wipe up the coffee with.
He cleaned up the coffee and then picked up the paper again, staring at the picture on the page while reaching for his cell phone and pressing speed dial number one.
‘I’ve seen it.’ Mike just answered, his voice low and sad.
‘Are you okay, sweetie?’ Chris asked worriedly, as he still stared at the picture of Chester and Talinda’s wedding picture in the paper.
‘Not really, no. I’m sorry.’ Mike knew it wasn’t fair of him to react like this, when he was with Chris now.
‘Don’t be. It’s going to take some time, I know that. You want me to come up there?’ Chris asked sweetly.
‘No. You have work to do and such. I don’t want to drag you away from that with my issues.’ Mike knew that he needed Chris badly, but he didn’t want to ask him to come when he knew that his band was counting on him.
‘Mike Shinoda. Do you need me there?’ Chris asked with a stern voice, knowing the answer even before he asked the question.
‘….yes.’ Mike whispered. ‘But seriously. I know you need to work with the band.’ He said.
‘Shut up and stop worrying about that. I’ll be there in an hour. Love you.’ Chris said and closed his phone. Then he paused. Did he just tell Mike that he loved him? nuts, you’ve got the worst timing, man! He said to himself. But it had just felt like the most natural thing to say to him. He got up to shower and get ready to drive up and see Mike.
Mike closed his phone slowly. Did Chris just tell him that he loved him? Mike looked at the picture of Chester and Talinda in the paper again and a wave of different emotions overwhelmed him. He felt the tears burn in his eyes at the sight of the wedding picture.
Why the f**k couldn’t he just let go of Chester? He had Chris now and…did he love him? He thought he did and it wasn’t really fair to him that he got so worked up over a d**n wedding picture.
Mike curled up on his bed, after throwing the paper onto the floor. He wished Chris would get here already.
Chris arrived around an hour later and found Mike curled up on his bed. He could hear on his breathing that he was asleep, so he tiptoed over to the bed and lay down next to him, sthingying him from behind.
When he wrapped his arm around him, Mike stirred in his sleep but didn’t wake up. Chris kissed his hair gently and after a few minutes, he felt the darkness surrounding him as he felt asleep, wrapped around Mike.
When Mike woke up, it was dark outside and he could feel Chris lay behind him. It made him smile and feel extremely good to feel him there and his arms and legs wrapped around him.
He felt Chris stir and whispered, still smiling.
‘Hey gorgeous.’
‘Hey handsome.’ Chris said and kissed Mike’s hair. ‘Feeling better?’
Mike turned around and looked into Chris’ eyes, while snuggling up to him even closer.
‘I always feel better, when you’re around. What did your band say about you leaving them yet again?’ He was worried that he would be the reason for tension in Chris’ band.
‘Not much. They know that I do whatever I want, anyway. Besides, they know that you need me a lot right now.’ Chris explained, not telling him about Jason freaking out about him leaving.
‘You’re such a liar. But I appreciate the gesture. I know Jason freaked, though. He doesn’t like me.’ Mike smiled at him.
‘Yeah, well that’s his problem, not mine.’ Chris wanted to talk to him about the fact that he had told him that he loved him, but he didn’t know how to start. Luckily, Mike took care of that for him.
‘So…you love me, huh?’ Mike said with a smirk.
Chris looked at him and blushed a little.
‘I guess I do. I’m sorry if it’s too soon, but I really didn’t think about it. It was just a natural thing for me to say at that moment.’
‘I know and it was sweet. I know I’m in love with you, as well…but it’s too soon for me to tell you that I love you. Obviously, the wedding picture did something to me and it wouldn’t be fair of me to say I love you, as long as I still get affected by stuff like that.’ Mike tried to explain.
Chris covered his mouth with two fingers.
‘Shush, Shinoda. You don’t have to explain. I know all this and I’m not pressuring you into anything and you know that. We’ve got all the time in the world, so stop worrying so much.’
Mike sighed. ‘I’ll try. I don’t understand where your patience with me, comes from though.’
Chris shrugged and kissed his forehead. ‘Must be that love-thing.’
Mike smiled against his neck. ‘Must be.’
After two months, Mike was finally able to leave the re-hab center, hopefully for good. He had Chris pick him up and as they drove back to Mike’s house, he realized that he hadn’t enjoyed the sun like this in ages.
Chris had the top of his convertible down and Mike could feel the wind in his hair and the sun on his face. He turned his face against the sun, closed his eyes behind the shades he was wearing and smiled.
Chris chuckled. ‘You act like a man who hasn’t seen the sun in years, man.’
‘It feels like I haven’t. And don’t make fun of me, man. You just drive and let me act like a kid for a while.’ Mike said, still with his eyes closed and face turned against the sun.
Chris laughed. ‘You’re so cute, Mike.’
When they arrived at Mike’s house, he saw a bunch of cars in his driveway and gave Chris a surprised look.
‘What have you done?’ He asked with a smile on his face.
Chris shrugged. ‘I just invited a few people over to welcome you home, is all. Everyone is so excited to see you, man.’
Mike got out of the car and walked towards the front door, when it was suddenly opened and Dave walked out into the driveway.
‘Shinoda!! d**n, you look good, man! How the hell are you?’ He yelled as he walked over and hugged Mike.
Mike hugged him back. ‘Phi. My god, where did you disappear to, man? It’s been f**king eons since I’ve seen you, dude.’
‘Yeah, I took the family away, after the whole drama and we sort of fell off the face of the earth for a few months. I heard what had happened to you, when I got back but didn’t want to mess with your recovery. And don’t yell at me because Rob and Brad already pregnant doged at us for not keeping in touch.’ Dave explained as he hugged Chris and walked into Mike’s house with them.
‘Us?’ Mike looked confused. ‘Are you saying the infamous Mr. Hahn is here, too?’
He heard a voice coming from the stairs. ‘Of course, I’m here. How could I not be? And before you ask, I went to Korea after the drama and stayed with friends for a few months.’
Mike and Joe hugged. ‘Good to see you, man. You look great.’ Joe said.
‘Well, I feel better too so that’s a good thing.’ Mike said, smiling.
‘So….have any of you heard from Chester?’ He asked and watched as their expressions changed.
‘Come on, guys. It’s been ages now and I’m better. I can talk about him now without falling apart. Chris and a bunch of shrinks made sure of that.’ He laughed and wrapped his arm around Chris’ neck.
‘Well..’ Joe started. ‘..I haven’t spoken to him, since we broke up the band. But I’ve heard that he’s all weird, after he married that girl…’ He gestured.
‘Talinda.’ Dave said. ‘And yeah, I don’t think anyone has talked to him since the break up. It’s really strange, I think. How he can just cut off all contact like that after everything we went through together.’
Mike gestured at them, as he greeted some of the other people there. ‘f**k him. His loss, man.’
A few days after Mike returned home, Chris went back to the studio to continue working on the new record.
Mike went with him, just because they didn’t want to be apart just yet. Chris had stayed with Mike since he came home and Mike was considering asking him to move in with him. He was sure that he loved him, but for some reason he hadn’t been able to tell him yet.
Jason was at the studio, when they arrived. He was always the first one there and Chris and he usually spend around an hour there before the rest of the band would show up. They’d work on lyrics and various melodies.
Mike felt the iciness coming from Jason the moment he walked through the door. Jason frowned when he saw Mike entering with Chris having his arm around his waist.
‘I’ll stay out here, man.’ Mike told Chris as they headed for the door to the studio. He didn’t want to interfere with their creative energy or anything.
He saw Jason glaring at him, sure that Chris didn’t see it, though and he did not want to be in a room with him.
‘No, you’re not. I need someone to bounce ideas off of, handsome.’ Chris said, as he pulled Mike closer and leaned his forehead against his.
‘Isn’t that what Jason is for? He’s your band mate, I’m not.’ Mike tried to convince him.
‘Yes and he’s here, too. But you’re my boyfriend and I don’t want you to sit out here alone. I thought you wanted to help us with this record?’ Chris was a little annoyed. What the hell was going on with Mike, suddenly?
Mike watched Jason, behind Chris, roll his eyes.
‘I do….but..’ He lowered his voice to make sure Jason couldn’t hear him. ‘…I don’t think Jason likes me very much and to be perfectly honest, I don’t want to be caught in a room with him all day. He scares me a little.’
Chris stared at him. ‘You’re not serious? I don’t much care if he likes you or not…’ He felt himself get angry, but Mike put a finger over his lips.
‘Calm down. It’s okay, really. I’ll just go home and see if I can maybe get creative myself. I haven’t set foot in my studio since LP broke up. Maybe it’s time that I dust some of my things, down there, off. I’ll see you later, gorgeous.’ Mike kissed him gently on his lips, but Chris grabbed his neck and pulled him closer, opening his mouth to make Mike deepen the kiss.
Mike felt himself react, as he slid his tongue inside Chris’ mouth and grabbed his ass to pull him closer, feeling his erection against his own, through the jeans.
Chris broke the kiss and whispered into his ear. ‘d**n, I want you so bad, handsome. I want to f**k you right here and now, man.’
Mike let out a little moan. ‘You have work to do, gorgeous. But yeah…you’re so f**king hot, it’s almost unbearable, man. My thingy is so painfully hard, I can’t handle it.’
Then he let go of Chris and said in a normal voice. ‘Okay, sweetie. I’ll see you later. Have fun.’
Chris glared at him as he walked away, feeling his painful erection throbbing against his jeans.
Jason rolled his eyes at Chris when he turned around. ‘Are you sure you wanna be here, man?’
Chris looked at him with a puzzled look on his face. ‘What are you talking about?’
‘Shouldn’t you go home and f**k Mike or something?’ Jason said as he made his way over to the table and sat down.
‘What? What the f**k is your problem with him, dude?!’ Chris said angrily.
Jason threw up his hands. ‘No problem. You just seem like you’d rather be with him than work with me.’
Chris raised his eyebrow and looked at Jason to find the answer to his question. He didn’t see it, so he decided to ask him directly, because he was getting a little sick with his bad attitude.
‘Are you jealous, man?’
Jason looked at him with utter confusion. ‘What? No! Where the f**k did that come from?!’
Chris shrugged and calmed down a little. ‘nuts, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that you act like a f**king jealous girlfriend? I’m in love, dude. You ever tried that? Yeah, you’d rather be with the one you’re in love with, but you realize that the world goes on and so I’m here, working with you now. You think you can handle that?’
Jason shrugged and couldn’t meet Chris’ eyes. ‘Whatever, man. Let’s work.’
Chris returned to Mike’s house after only 4 hours. Jason had been pissy and annoying and they had gotten into fights over petty things, concerning the music so finally they had decided that they should probably meet up another day, where their moods were better.
‘Mike?!’ Chris yelled as he walked through the door.
‘Studio!’ He heard Mike yell from downstairs and he walked down there.
When he walked into the studio, he gasped and felt himself react to the sight that met him. Mike was sitting by his keyboard, wearing nothing but his boxers, his skin glistening with sweat.
The studio was sweltering hot and Chris felt the sweat form on his forehead, as he walked in.
‘Whoa! It’s like a sauna in here’ He said as he walked up behind Mike and put his hands on his shoulders.
‘Yeah, the A/C had a meltdown when I turned it on.’ Mike said, playing a melody on the keyboard.
‘Ah. That’s why you’re semi-naked, then. Not that I’m complaining.’ Chris said, as he moved his hands over Mike’s back and wrapped them around his waist.
‘Getting anything good done?’ He asked, as Mike stopped playing, got up from his stool and turned around in Chris’ arms.
He kissed his lips gently. ‘Nah, nothing major. Just playing around with some lyrics and some melodies.’
Chris felt himself react to Mike’s lips touching his and when he started to pull off his shirt and open his jeans, he was already painfully hard.
Mike started kissing Chris as if he wanted to inhale him and Chris felt himself desperately trying to get out of his pants. He looked down and saw Mike’s thingy throbbing under the thin layer of fabric and he gently pushed him against the conference table, as he walked out of his jeans, now only wearing his boxers, too.
As they moved towards the table, they stepped out of their boxers and Mike let out a moan when he saw how hard Chris’ thingy was. He desperately wanted to taste him and right before they reached the table, he turned them around and Chris got up on the table.
Mike was panting and as Chris sat on the table, he was licking his ear and biting his lobe. ‘Oh god, I’ve been so hard since I left the studio, man. I need you….I want you so f**king bad….I want to taste you and drive you f**king insane with my tongue, man.’
Chris let out a groan as he heard Mike describe what he wanted to do to him. When he saw Mike kneel down in front of him, he felt the pre-com run down the head of his thingy. He threw his head back, burying his hands in Mike’s hair and when Mike started licking the pre-cum off the head he let out a little scream.
Oh my god, he tastes so sweet. Mike thought as he tasted his pre-ejaculate and he felt his own thingy ooze.
He licked his entire length a few times before taking him deep into his throat. Chris let out a scream when he felt Mike’s warm mouth around his thingy. He thrust up against him and felt his orgasm get closer.
Mike grabbed hold of Chris’ thingy, while he sped up his movements, licking and sucking harder and faster, feeling Chris throbbing in his mouth, his climax getting so close.
Chris screamed Mike’s name as he arched his back and felt the orgasm rush through his body, exploding his warm sperm into Mike’s mouth.
Mike cleaned off the white essence of Chris thingy and moved up to make him taste himself on his lips. They were dripping with sweat, but neither of them cared. They were lost in a world outside this, where only their passion existed.
Chris licked Mike’s sweaty neck, he tasted salty and he gently bit his earlobe and whispered while glancing down to Mike’s thingy, almost exploding with excitement.
‘I want you to f**k me…..I need you to f**k me so much, man. I wanna feel you….inside me..’
Mike groaned and threw his head back, while Chris was licking his neck. ‘Oh god…I’ll f**k you into oblivion, man…’
He helped Chris down off the table and made him turn around, learning over with his hands on the table and spreading his legs, to give Mike better access.
Mike wet two fingers in his mouth and started teasing Chris’ opening with them. He moved his thingy near the entrance as well, using the pre-ejaculate as lube, too before he entered him, making Chris scream with pain and pleasure at that same time.
Chris thrust backwards towards Mike and felt him hit that sweet spot that made him see heaven. He felt Mike’s fingers dig into his hips and heard him let out scream-like noises every time he thrust into him. His whole body felt like it was about to explode with every thrust.
‘Oh…yeah…f**k me, Mike….harder…f**k me harder…’ He panted and felt Mike pounding into him like he begged him to do.
Mike threw his head back as he thrust harder and faster into Chris. He had never felt this horny, had never wanted to f**k anyone as hard as he did right now.
When he felt the orgasm rush through him, he felt his hand scratching down Chris’ back and he thrust one last time, as hard as he could, while he screamed Chris’ name at the top of his lungs.
Chris felt Mike hit his sweet spot and the pleasure of that, mixed with the pain of Mike’s thrusting and scratching his back, made him lose his mind and he let out a very animalistic scream, while he felt Mike exploding his essence into him.
They collapsed on the couch and Mike moved closer to Chris, resting his head on his shoulder and his arm draped over his stomach.
He sighed. ‘I love you so much, Daughtry.’
Chris tensed up a little and smiled.
‘Pardon me?’ He said against Mike’s hair.
‘You heard me. I love you.’ Mike slapped his stomach playfully.
Chris grinned. ‘Yeah, I heard you. I love you too, Shinoda.’
Before Mike could think, he heard himself say. ‘I want you to move in with me.’ Then he added. ‘I mean…if you want to, of course.’
Chris put a finger under his chin, making him look up into his eyes. ‘Are you sure? I mean…are you okay and all that?’
Mike smiled a little overbearing. ‘I’m sure. And yes, I’m okay. I realized that you make me okay and I love you more than anything and that’s really all I care about.’
They were moving Chris’ furniture inside, when they heard a car arrive in Mike’s driveway. They put the dresser down and went out to see who had arrived.
Mike froze on the spot when he saw Chester’s red convertible pull up in front of the door. He felt Chris’ hand on his shoulder, took a deep breath and said ‘I’m okay. I can handle this.’
Chris got closer to him from behind, letting his arm hang down on Mike’s chest.
‘You sure? I can go kick his ass for you, if you want.’ He joked, trying to lighten the mood.
Mike was completely serious. ‘Naw, it’s okay. I’ll do the ass kicking, if necessary. Thanks, gorgeous.’ He started to move towards the car, but Chris decided to stay in the doorway just in case Mike would need him.
Mike made his way over to the convertible as Chester was getting out. Chester took off his shades as he turned to face Mike.
‘Hey beautiful.’ He said and flashed that crooked smile of his.
‘You lost the right to call me that, a long time ago, Bennington. What the f**k do you want?’ Mike asked, coldly and, he was happy to note, not melting at the sight of his smile.
‘Whoa, what’s with the attitude, man?’ Chester actually acted as if he didn’t know why Mike was cold to him.
‘Are you moving out?’ He asked, a little surprised.
Chris walked out to them. He could see that Mike was tensing up and that his breathing had increased in speed.
‘No, I’m moving in, actually.’ He said, looking at Chester with cold eyes.
‘You didn’t answer my question. What are you doing here, Bennington?’ Mike said, crossing his arms over his chest.
‘Aww, isn’t that sweet..’ Chester said sarcastically, looking at Chris.
Chris moved forward, clenched his fists but before he could do anything, he felt Mike’s arm wrap itself around his waist and he felt his breath against his lips.
‘Calm down. I can handle this. Would you mind going inside and giving Chester and I a few moments, please?’ Mike said, looking straight into Chris’ eyes.
Chris took a deep breath. ‘Fine.’ He turned around and walked into the house. He stayed in the hall, though. There was no way, he was leaving Mike alone with this bastard.
Mike leaned against Chester’s car, crossing his arms in front of his chest again.
‘What the f**k are you doing here, Chester?’ He asked, squinting his eyes against the sun, while looking at him.
‘Well, just catching up, I guess. I’m glad to see that you made it through re-hab alright.’ Chester almost sounded like he meant it.
‘Yeah, no thanks to you.’ Mike said, not wanting to discuss his drug addiction with him.
Chester shrugged. ‘But thanks to him?’ He gestured at the door, meaning Chris.
‘Not that it’s any of your f**king business, but yes, thanks to him.’ Mike said.
‘Well, isn’t that just the cutest thing I’ve ever heard?’ Chester said sarcastically.
‘Watch out, Bennington.’ Mike warned.
‘Well, you’ll be happy to know that Talinda left me.’ Chester said, staring at the ground, his voice low.
‘I’m sorry about that, man. So what? You decided to come here and see if I was still pining after you or what?’ Mike said provokingly.
Chester just shrugged.
‘You can’t blame a guy for trying, can you?’
Mike wondered if Chester had always been this arrogant.
‘Yes, actually I can. I gained that right, the day you left me and the band. You didn’t even have the f**king courtesy to show up for any of the press conferences, man. You never even commented on the break up. What the f**k happened to you, Bennington! And when the f**k did you become so f**king arrogant?’ Mike was getting himself worked up now. He saw Chris in the hallway, trying to hide.
Chester was still staring at the ground.
‘I had to do something to distance myself from you. It was killing me to leave you, but I felt like I needed a change and so I hooked up with Talinda, knowing it would kill you as much as it killed me, to have done it. I knew it was wrong to marry her, but I didn’t feel like I had a choice at the time. All I’ve been thinking about, is you.’
Mike was staring at him in disbelief.
‘That’s the worst load of f**king bullnuts I have ever heard in my entire life, Bennington! I knew you. You were not broken up about leaving me, you bastard! You were cold as f**k and you made my f**king world fall apart. For that, I can never forgive you nor do I think I f**king should. You were, more or less, the reason I ended up in f**king re-hab, in the first place! Who the f**k do you think you are, coming here, feeding me this bullnuts and actually expecting me to buy it?!’ Mike was gesturing wildly at Chester.
‘That’s not true, Mike.’ Chester started.
‘It f**king is! But it doesn’t matter, anyway. I’ve spent a lot of time, getting over you and realizing that the world does not revolve around the almighty Chester Bennington. I have someone wonderful in my life, now and that’s really all that matters to me.’ Mike was moving towards Chester, while still gesturing at him.
Chester started laughing.
‘Him?! He’s not good enough for you, beautiful. He’s a kid, for f**ks sake. What the f**k could he possibly have to offer you that I don’t?’
Mike was hissing the words out between his teeth.
‘Watch it, Bennington. I’m warning you. And fyi, he’s got a whole lot more to offer me, than you ever did! Chris loves me and I
Mike looked at the syringe in his hand. He knew he shouldn’t do it, but at this point, he didn’t really care, he just wanted the pain to stop.
He slowly stuck the needle into his vein in his arm, cringing at it penetrated the skin. He hated needles, really. He pulled a little blood into the syringe and then pushed it back into his vein, after it had mixed with the heroin.
The rush was incredible and he immediately felt all the pain inside disappear like mildew from the sun. This was what he had been looking for all this time. He pulled the syringe out of his vein and leaned his head against the wall. The syringe fell out of his hand and onto the floor, as he closed his eyes and stopped concentrating on anything but the rush in his head.
Rob knocked on Brad’s hotel room door. When he answered, he couldn’t hide his worry.
‘Hey man. Have you seen Mike?’ Rob asked.
‘Nope. But have you like checked his room?’ Brad said.
‘Yeah, there’s no answer. nuts, I’m worried about him Brad. He’s not been himself, since Chaz left.’ Rob walked into Brad’s room and sat in a chair.
‘I know. Something’s seriously wrong with him, man. I think I smelled weed from his room the other night before the show.’ Brad had been worried about him, too.
Chester and Mike had been a couple for a long time. At first, everything had been peachy and mushy, they loved each other so much, but that had changed rather quickly. Chester had always been the one who got most of the attention in the band. Fans would throw themselves at him all the time and Mike hated it. He knew that it was part of the game and it wasn’t that he was jealous, because he only had eyes for Chester and trusted that the singer loved him, but he knew that Chester had a soft spot for girls. Especially girls who would worship him like a god. Mike had thought that they would be together forever because what they had was more special than a random piece of ass.
Chester had been acting weird for weeks and Mike was really concerned about what was going on. He knew that Chester had met this girl, Talinda, at some award show and they had been hanging out a few times. Mike had been hanging out with them on a couple of occasions and he thought Talinda was sweet and definitely hot.
Chester and his relationship was well known all over the world, by now and they had pretty much been glued together, the first time they had hung out with Talinda.
But after some time, Chester had started to pull away from him and it bothered him. He didn’t even want to make love to him anymore.
‘What’s up with you, dude?’ Mike asked one night.
Chester looked at him with an annoyed look. ‘What do you mean? Nothing’s up with me, man.’ He went back to the book his was reading.
‘Chaz. I know you. Something’s up and you don’t want to tell me…but you have to, man. You’re killing me, here.’ Mike pleaded.
Chester sighed and put his book down. ‘I’m so sorry, Mike. I’m leaving the band…and you.’ He just blurted out.
Mike felt like he had been kicked in the balls. ‘You are WHAT?! What the f**k, Chaz?! Where does this come from? You can’t just blurt out something like that! You have to tell me why and what and how and…..yeah!’ Mike rambled.
Chester ran his hand over his face and into his hair while taking a deep breath.
‘Well….Talinda and I hooked up the other night and I’ve fallen in love with her….’ He started and watched Mike’s eyes turn dark with sadness and the tears welled up in them.
‘…and I don’t think it’s a good idea to continue the band with us being exes because it’d just be too weird. Besides…I think it’s a good idea to stop while we’re ahead, so we don’t get to the point where our records won’t sell.’ Chester seemed completely cool to Mike and it was pissing him off.
‘Well….when are you leaving, then?’ Mike tried to stay calm when all he wanted to do, was curl up in a ball and cry.
‘After the show tomorrow night.’ Chester said coldly.
Mike lost his cool, which was very rare. Chester had been the only one who could get him to lose it. ‘Tomorrow?!! When the f**k were you going to tell me about this?!’ He got up and started pacing.
‘Were you even going to say goodbye to me?! What about us?! You sit there, all cold and I don’t understand how you can be like that after everything we have…..had together. How can you be such a f**king cold bastard, man?!’ Mike had tears coming down his face now.
‘I’m sorry, man. I can’t control my feelings. I still love you, but not in that way anymore. I’m so sorry.’ Chester tried to comfort him, knowing very well that it wasn’t going to work.
Mike took a few deep breaths and then turned to face Chester, his eyes shooting lightning at him.
‘Get the f**k out! Get your f**king ass out of my f**king room, you bastard!!’ Mike yelled, almost losing his breath.
‘What? Where am I supposed to go? This is our room, man. Can’t I just sleep on the couch or something?’ Chester was in complete shock over Mike’s reaction.
‘I don’t f**king care! Get out! Go sleep with your pregnant dog or whatever, man, I don’t really give a flying f**k, but you’re sure as hell not spending the night here!! Get the f**k out of my sight…now!!!’ Mike said, walking towards Chester with his fists clenched.
Chester got up and walked out of the room, without another word.
Mike sank to his knees right there in the middle of the room. He thought he was going to die right there on the spot. He started sobbing uncontrollably and it felt as though he couldn’t breathe.
Chester had left him. ‘He f**king left me….’ He said out loud, still trying to catch his breath.
There was a knock on the door and Dave walked in, seeing Mike in the middle of his breakdown. He rushed to his side, putting his arm around his back.
‘Mike? Mike, what’s going on? Talk to me, dude. What happened?’ He asked, while stroking Mike’s back soothingly.
Mike tried to speak, but it only turned into hiccups and sobs. Dave sat down on the floor, next to Mike and just stroked his back until he calmed down.
After about half an hour, Mike had calmed down enough for him to speak.
‘He left me, Phi. He just left me.’ Mike looked at Dave with the world’s sadness in his eyes.
‘Chaz? What the f**k?! What did he say exactly?’ Dave said with shock on his face.
Mike told him what he had said and how cold he had been.
‘I don’t know how I’ll survive this, Phi. He was my life. Not even the music was as important as he was. I won’t survive this. I’m not sure I even want to survive without him.’ Mike started crying again.
Dave spend the whole night in Mike’s room, trying to calm him down and make him understand that he would, in fact, survive without Chester. That it was just a matter of moving on. He was angry about Chester leaving the band so suddenly, though and he was extremely worried about how they would go on with the shows and if they would go on with the shows. There was no way Mike could do the singing on his own and especially not when he was so devastated.
The next day, Dave called the rest of the band, except Chester, into Mike’s room. He told them what was going on and asking them what they thought they should do.
They got angry, very angry. Joe wanted to find Chester and beat him up, for putting them in this position, but luckily, Dave got him to calm down.
Rob just looked sad and was the only one to put into words what they all thought about. ‘I think we need to break up the band, guys. I mean, no offense to you Mike, but you can’t sing Chester’s parts and even if you could, you can’t both rap and sing at the same time. I don’t know about you guys, but I don’t feel like going through auditions, when I already know that we won’t be able to find a singer as good as Chester. I guess we’ve always known this…that if Mike or Chester decided to leave the band, it would be the end of it.’ He saw everyone nodding, some with tears in their eyes.
Everyone, but Mike, went to talk to Chester afterwards. He was still cold and uninterested, but agreed that they’d do that nights show as normally as possible and after that, he would leave.
He didn’t even ask about Mike and the guys thought that maybe this Talinda person wasn’t great for Chester, if she made him change so much, but they also knew that they couldn’t do anything about it.
Mike had no clue how he would get through the show that night. He was still curled up in his bed, crying and the show was only a few hours away.
Two hours before the show, he dragged himself out of bed and went to shower and get dressed for the show. He decided to take a walk, after he finished getting dressed. He felt numb now, but he knew that the second he lay eyes on Chester, on stage, his heart would break again. He needed to do something so that wouldn’t happen.
He turned down a dark alley and not five minutes after he did, some scary looking dude walked up to him, asking if he wanted to buy some dope.
Mike stopped and then he heard himself ask for two joints. The guy chuckled a little at him, but gave him what he asked for, anyway.
He smoked one right away, feeling better within minutes. This was exactly what he needed to make it through the show.
He went back to the hotel and smoked the other one, right before he went downstairs to catch the ride to the venue.
Chester was in the car and Mike was doing a pretty good job at ignoring him. The atmosphere was thick with awkwardness and no one said a word during the ride.
They tried their best to put on an amazing show, but they all knew that they didn’t. Chester and Mike was ignoring each other and the rest of the band was just feeling like crap so they didn’t really have any energy.
Mike had energy, though. He felt amazing, considering what he was going through. He didn’t even get sad, when he looked at Chester and he was the only one who put every ounce of his energy into the show.
After the show, there was a knock on Mike’s door. The high had worn off and he was crying again. He didn’t feel like company right now, but still he got up, wiped the tears from his face and answered the door.
Chester was outside.
‘f**k. What do you want?’ Mike asked him, hating that Chester should see him so messed up.
Chester looked at him, but he didn’t show any sign of feeling bad for Mike. ‘I’m leaving, so I just wanted to say goodbye to you.’
‘Well. Goodbye then.’ Mike just said, a part of him wanting him to leave already but the other part just wanted to snuggle up to his chest and feel his arms around him.
Chester thingyed his head a little to the side. ‘Can I hug you bye? Please?’ He asked, looking into Mike’s eyes and stretching his arms out.
‘Sure, why not?’ Mike said as he disappeared into his embraced. He felt Chester’s lips on his hair and felt the tears well up again. It felt so good to be near him again, to smell him and listen to his heart. It was also the hardest thing Mike had ever done, because he knew that he was leaving and not coming back.
‘Mike, I need you to take care of yourself for me. I’m not as cold as I seem. Part of me still loves you, but I have to do this.’ He grabbed Mike’s shoulders and held him out in front of his face. ‘Promise me that you’ll take care of yourself. I saw your eyes tonight and you can’t go down that path, man. I’ve been there and I know what I’m talking about. Please don’t go there.’ Chester was pleading with him now and Mike was surprised that he could be cold enough to say this to him, yet still leave him behind.
Mike shrugged and moved away from Chester. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about, dude. But no matter what, it’s not your problem anymore. You’re the one leaving me behind so it’s not even your business anymore.’ He couldn’t meet Chester’s eyes, though.
Chester sighed. ‘I know that, Mike.’ He moved in towards him and Mike couldn’t seem to make his feet move, so he couldn’t reach him. Chester kissed his forehead. ‘You’re gold, beautiful and I need you to remember that. I love you.’ He turned around and walked away.
Mike shut the door and was more confused than ever. How the hell could he leave like that? First saying sweet things to him, hug him and kiss his forehead and then just leave? It didn’t make sense.
The next few weeks were spent with making press releases about the breakup of the band, cancelling shows and making press conferences. Chester did not attend any of this, so it wasn’t difficult for people to see what had happened. The black circles around Mike’s eyes also made it clear.
Mike felt no better, except when he was high. Which was pretty much every day, by now. It was the only way, he knew how to ease the pain in his heart.
He wasn’t only using weed, anymore. He had moved on to snorting cocaine, as well and that helped a little more than the weed.
After the whole mess with announcing the break-up, Brad and Rob decided to take Mike on a trip to a spa, to get his mind off things.
They had a lot of time off, after the break-up and decided to spend a month in the spa.
Things had been okay for the first week. Mike had found a dealer in the city and he provided him with whatever he needed. The weed and cocaine was not enough anymore, though and Mike had asked the dealer for something stronger.
He’d given him a tiny bag of heroin and shown him how to shoot up the stuff. Mike was, at this point, in a place where very few coherent and sensible thoughts were allowed to make their way through his drugged up brain and the only thing he thought of was getting rid of the pain inside.
A few minutes after Mike had shot up the heroin, there was a knock on the door. He struggled to get on his feet, while grabbing the tools and packing them away. He put on his hoodie so his arms were covered up and then he walked to answer the door.
‘Hey man. I was here 15 minutes ago, why didn’t you answer?’ Rob asked, as Mike opened the door.
Mike rubbed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. ‘You were? nuts, I don’t know. Maybe I was in the bathroom..’ His voice was slurred and both Rob and Brad noticed.
‘Dude, are you smoking weed or something?’ Brad asked, looking at Mike’s huge pupils.
‘Huh? Oh. Yeah, I just smoked a joint to calm myself down a little.’ Mike gestured randomly and hoped they bought it. It seemed like they did.
‘Well, you need to stop that, man. Didn’t you see enough crap with Chester?’ Brad asked directly, watching Mike cringe as he mentioned Chester’s name.
‘Yeah, it’s not something that happens that often. Don’t worry, man.’ Mike said, truthfully. He was barely smoking weed anymore, anyway.
‘Did you guys want something or were you just checking up on me like you would a kid?’ Mike asked a little annoyed and trying to change the subject.
‘Well, you need to jump into the shower and get ready because we’re taking you out, man.’ Rob said, as he pushed Mike towards the bathroom.
‘Out? Out where?’ Mike went into the bathroom, but leaving the door open so they could talk. He got undressed, but didn’t really feel like going anywhere.
‘Dinner and then a gig, dude. You need to get out and have some fun, man.’ Brad said.
‘What gig? I don’t know if I’m feeling a gig, man.’ Mike made a face.
‘Well, this new band Daughtry is playing near by. I heard a few of their songs and they’re really dope.’ Brad was all excited.
Mike grunted and got into the shower.
They went to the venue and Mike had to admit that Brad was right. This band was really dope. The lead singer, Chris, had an amazing voice and an unbelievable stage presence.
After the show, they went backstage to meet the band. Chris had asked security to bring them there, when he had spotted them in the crowd, during the show.
He was a fan of Mike’s and was desperate to talk to him just to see if he could give him any pointers about anything. He also thought he was extremely hot, and after his band broke up, Chris knew he was single.
When Chris saw Mike up close, he was shocked to see that he looked like something the cat dragged in on a rainy night, though.
His pupils were huge, he had dark circles around his eyes and he looked like he hadn’t been eating for the past week or so.
He felt really bad for him, as it was obvious that he was a mess. He tried to ignore it and they spent a few hours talking about music and Chris was able to get a few pointers on various things.
All three of them decided to stay in touch, because Chris’s band was about to go back into the studio and they were thrilled with the idea of having Brad, Rob and Mike help them and collaborate with them on some of the songs.
As they drove home, Rob was all excited. ‘Mike. Dude, did you see the way Chris was looking at you? Seriously, I think he’s got a crush on you. He didn’t take his eyes off you, the whole time we were there, man.’
Mike was annoyed with Rob’s excitement. ‘No, I didn’t. And I don’t much care, anyway.’
‘Yeah, I know. I was just saying… I mean, maybe this is your chance to move on from Chester, you know?’ Rob tried to explain, knowing that he might as well be talking to a wall.
‘I will move on when I’m d**n good and ready to do so! Don’t try and set me up with all sorts of guys, man!’ Mike snapped at him.
Chris kept in touch with the guys and Mike helped him with some lyrics. It made Mike feel good to be working again, but he still spent most of his time, getting high.
Chris liked Mike a lot, but he was afraid that he didn’t know the real Mike and that he only liked him because he was so pathetic and helpless.
He couldn’t believe that Rob and Brad hadn’t noticed the drug use or even if they had, had done nothing about it.
One day, around six months after their first meeting, Chris couldn’t take it anymore and he decided to call Rob.
‘Hey man. It’s Chris.’
‘Hey Chris. What’s up?’ Rob said, sounding real happy.
‘Well, Mike just left here and I was wondering if you and Brad are aware of what’s going on with him?’ Chris could feel himself get a little angry.
‘What do you mean, going on with him?’ Rob asked, wondering what Mike had gotten himself into now. He had tried to talk to Mike about Chester and about moving on, but it was clear that Mike wasn’t having it and so Rob had let it go and let him be. He hadn’t spoken to or seen Mike in almost a month.
‘Don’t you know that he’s a heroin addict?’ Chris couldn’t believe that neither of them had noticed.
‘I’m sorry, what?! No, you must be mistaken. Mike has been through all that crap with Chester and there’s no way he’d go down that path. I know he smoked a little weed for a while, but I didn’t think much of it, to be honest.’ Rob could not believe that Mike would ever take the same path as Chester had once been on. He’d seen too much of that crap. He knew better. Rob hoped.
‘Well, then I think you should take another good look at your friend, man. Seriously, his arms are all f**ked up and he doesn’t even care if people see them, anymore. He always looks like he’s half-asleep and his pupils are constantly the size of plates. He’s far gone and he needs help like three months ago, man.’ Chris was shocked that Rob hadn’t noticed anything. He’d seen it with Chester and he should be able to recognize the signs.
‘Okay, I’ll look into it.’ Rob said and then he hung up to call Brad. He asked him to come over so they could go out and find Mike.
They started off by looking for Mike in the obvious place. His house. When they got there, the door was unlocked, so they knocked and went inside.
‘Mike?!’ Rob yelled in the hallway. No answer. Brad made his way upstairs, while Rob stayed downstairs to see if they could find him.
‘Rob!! Oh my god! Rob, get the f**k up here RIGHT NOW!!!’ He heard Brad scream from upstairs. He took the stairs two steps at the time, knowing that Brad had found Mike and that something was horribly wrong. He got out his cell phone, as he ran up the stairs.
He walked into Mike’s bedroom and found Brad on the floor, with Mike in his arms. Mike was foaming at the mouth, his eyes rolled back into his head and he was gasping for air.
‘Oh f**k!’ Rob just stated, as he was already dialing 911. When the dispatcher answered, he just yelled into the phone ‘My friend is dying! He’s OD’ing on heroine and we need an ambulance ten f**king minutes ago!’ He then gave the address and hung up.
He knelt down next to Mike and looked at him with tears in his eyes. ‘What the f**k are you doing to yourself, man?’ He stroked his cheek and then looked up at Brad. ‘We failed him, man. We should’ve seen this coming. We should’ve seen the signs. Why the f**k didn’t we see the signs, man?!’
Brad had tears in his eyes, as well and he looked up at Rob. ‘Because he’s Mike, man. Now go downstairs and wait for the ambulance.’
After only a few minutes, the ambulance arrived and as they drove away with Mike, Rob picked up his cell and called Chris.
‘What’s up, man?’ Chris asked, when he answered the phone.
‘Mike has just been taken to the hospital. Brad and I found him in his bedroom. He was foaming at the mouth and nuts, man…overdose.’ Rob didn’t see any point in sugarcoating it.
Chris leaped from his chair, causing it to tip over and hitting his thigh on the mixing table in the process. He was running around in circles, while trying to find his jacket and car keys and still talking to Rob on the phone.
‘Ow! nuts! Oh my god! Is he going to be okay?! Which hospital did they take him to? I’m leaving right now!’ Chris was rambling.
‘Chris, you have to calm down. He’s going to be alright…in time. He’s got a lot of healing ahead of him but he’s going to be okay. They took him to LA Memorial. I’ll meet you there. Calm down! And drive safe! No need for you to end up in a bed beside him.’ Rob said in a stern voice.
‘Okay, I’ll get Jason to take me. I’ll see you there.’ Chris said and gestured at Jason.
Chris ran into the emergency room and found Rob and Brad sitting in the waiting area. He was out of breath, when he came up to Rob.
‘How is he?! Is he okay? What happened? Oh god, I hope he’ll be okay. He’s such an idiot, man.’ Chris was rambling incoherently and Rob couldn’t help but laugh a little at him.
‘Chris. Chris!! Calm the hell down, man. Wow, you’re really into him, aren’t you?’ Rob smiled.
Chris blushed. He hadn’t realized how infatuated with Mike, he had been. Now he realized that maybe there was more to what he was feeling than just admiration for his talent.
‘Well….uh, yeah, I guess I am. nuts, I don’t know. I only know the junkie, Mike and not who he is on the inside. But I intend to find out.’ He nodded. ‘Now, tell me how he is. Have you guys heard anything?’
Brad got up and put a hand on Chris’ shoulder. ‘He’s going to be fine. They said that we can go see him soon.’
‘Oh thank god.’ Chris breathed a sigh of relief.
Mike felt like crap. What the hell had happened? The last thing he remembered was getting a syringe ready for a fix.
Slowly, he opened one eye and the first thing he saw was Chris’ face. He looked around the room he was in and saw Brad and Rob next to Chris. What the hell were they doing here? And where was ‘here’, anyway?
Chris smiled at him. ‘Hey Mike. In case you’re wondering, you’re in the hospital. You were a little moronic and overdosed at your house. Brad and Rob found you.’
Overdose? What the hell?! Suddenly, he realized….oh nuts, I could have died. He closed his eyes and thought to himself. How the hell could he have been so stupid? Had he learned nothing from seeing Chester going through all this crap before? Was Chester really worth destroying himself for?
He opened his eyes and looked at the three guys standing in his room. ‘Thank you.’ He whispered.
Brad shrugged and pretended to be cool. ‘Hey, that’s what friends are for, man.’ Truth be told, Brad had been and still was scared out of his mind. He never thought that Mike would go down that path. Mike was the rock and always had been. He had gone through re-hab with Chester and knew all the crap that followed and Brad had never thought that Mike would touch drugs.
After a while, Brad and Rob left the hospital to give Mike some peace and they knew that Chris needed to be alone with him.
Chris pulled a chair over next to Mike’s bed and sat down. He really wanted to hold his hand, but he wasn’t sure if he dared, so he just put his elbow on the covers, next to Mike’s leg.
Mike looked at him, with sadness in his eyes. ‘How did you know?’ He simply asked.
‘My brother died from an overdose, so I’ve seen the signs before.’ Chris explained.
‘I’m sorry.’ Mike said, feeling bad that he had brought up such painful memories in Chris.
‘Don’t worry about it, man. Just concentrate on getting well. And think about this. Is Chester really worth all of this? Isn’t it time to move on and let go of whatever hold he had on you?’
Mike’s jaw dropped. ‘I…I guess he’s not. And yeah, it’s time. But I need help to do that, man. It’s like he’s in every fiber and it hurts so much.’ Mike’s eyes filled with tears.
Chris took a chance and held Mike’s hand, as he looked into those beautiful brown eyes with tenderness. He was surprised that Mike didn’t pull his hand back.
‘I’ll help you. And I’ll get you into re-hab. You’ll get through this, I promise.’ Chris almost whispered.
Chris visited Mike every day while he was in the hospital and he made arrangements for him to go into re-hab.
Mike was still hurting a lot inside, but having Chris there did help him. He sensed that Chris had feelings for him, but he was not ready to act on it and somehow Chris seemed to understand that because he never pushed him, nor did he tell Mike how he felt.
When Mike went into re-hab, Chris couldn’t be there for the first three weeks and he missed him like crazy. He did have time to work with his band, though and that was highly appreciated. Jason was not amused by the whole Mike situation, though.
‘What’s the deal with this guy, Chris? You’ve not left his side, almost, since he was hospitalized.’ He asked, wondering but not getting what was going on.
Chris had the stupidest grin on his face. ‘I think I’m in love with him, man. I can’t stop thinking about him and I can’t wait until the day that I finally get to hold him and kiss him and…’
Jason rolled his eyes and gestured at Chris. ‘Okay. Sorry, I asked. You don’t have to go into details, man. But seriously, how do you even know that you get to do that? I mean, you haven’t even talked to him about how you feel, have you?’
‘Well, no….but I have this feeling inside that when he’s ready, he’ll realize that he’s fallen for me, as well.’ Chris said with a smirk.
Mike and Chris wrote each other letters and talked on the phone as much as Mike was allowed to, during the first three weeks of the re-hab.
Finally came the day where Chris would visit Mike. He’d felt like a kid all day and could not wait to see him. He put on his black jeans, a black t-shirt and made sure to spike his hair as he knew that Chris liked. When the time came for Chris to arrive, he grabbed a red hoodie and headed outside to wait for him.
Chris walked up towards the re-hab center slowly. He was nervous to see Mike, for some reason. What if he didn’t like him?
He shook his head, telling himself not to worry about it so much. He was here to see his friend and that was all that mattered.
When he saw the back of the red hoodie, his heart skipped a beat and he had trouble breathing. He stopped and watched Mike for a few seconds, before speaking. He just wanted to watch him, without him knowing that he was there.
‘Mike.’ He said in a low voice and watched as Mike turned around to face him. My god, he looked good. Better than he had ever seen him. He started to walk towards him with a smile on his face.
Mike smiled as he heard Chris’ voice behind him. He turned to face him and his heart skipped a beat, when he saw him.
Had he always been so broad? He wasn’t taller than Mike, but he had been working out a lot more and his shoulders were broad and his upper arms a lot bigger than Mike’s.
As Mike moved toward Chris, he automatically spread out his arms for a hug, as did Chris and Mike disappeared into his embrace.
Chris couldn’t believe how good he smelled. He wanted to stay there forever, just inhaling his scent and feeling him against his chest.
Mike broke the hug reluctantly and looked into Chris’ brown eyes. ‘How are you, man? It’s good to see you again.’
Chris thought he’d die when Mike looked into his eyes. My god, he was beautiful.
‘I’m good…’ Chris let go of him and Mike led them inside. ‘…but more importantly, how are you? Yeah, it’s been a long time, since I’ve seen you.’ I missed you so much, Chris wanted to say but he stopped himself.
‘Oh I’m getting better, man. I have a long way to go, still…but yeah…it’s looking brighter every day. Yeah, dude it feels like it’s been forever. I missed you, man.’ Mike said before he could stop himself.
Chris’ eyes widened. Did he just tell me that he missed me? He thought. He figured he had just missed him as a friend, though. ‘Yeah, I missed you too.’ He tried.
Mike had been leading them past the kitchen, to grab a thermos filled with coffee and some cups. He was now leading them back to his room, so they could talk in private. He had something he needed to tell Chris.
They sat down in the couch in Mike’s room and poured the coffee. Chris looked at Mike, whose face had suddenly gotten very serious.
He put his hand on Mike’s shoulder. ‘Are you okay, man? You suddenly got such a serious expression, man.’
Mike reached up and grabbed Chris’ hand on his shoulder, but he didn’t just remove it..he removed it to hold it between his and then he looked at him.
‘I’m getting there, yeah. But I don’t know how I would’ve come this far, if you hadn’t been there for me.’ He bowed his head, but Chris used his free hand to cup his chin and make him look at him again.
‘I’m not going anywhere, Mike.’ Chris said, while drowning in those brown eyes of Mike’s.
Mike blinked as if to lift the trance he felt himself fall into, when Chris looked into his eyes.
‘Chris. I need you to be patient with me. I’m still a little f**ked up, emotionally and I don’t know if I can promise you anything yet.’
Funny, how none of them had actually spoken the words, yet both of them knew exactly what Mike was talking about, Chris thought.
‘Stop stressing, man. I’ve been here almost from the start and I’m not going anywhere. I just told you. Take as much time as you need.’ Chris moved his hand to Mike’s neck, as he spoke and he subconsciously stroked his hand with his thumb.
‘Thanks.’ Mike whispered and leaned his forehead against Chris’. He closed his eyes for a second before returning to look into his eyes. Before he knew what he was doing, he gently pressed his lips against Chris’.
Chris gasped of surprise, when Mike’s lips touched his own. He kissed him back in the gentlest of ways and felt his thingy react immediately.
Mike opened his mouth a little to make Chris deepen the kiss and he wasn’t slow to follow directions. He felt his warm tongue inside his mouth and felt a chill move down his body only to make his thingy throb.
Chris’ shirt came off within seconds and Mike threw it on the floor, a few seconds later his own following.
Their hands were exploring each other’s torsos and Mike felt Chris move down to kiss his jaw line, when he moved his head to the side.
‘You taste so good, man.’ Chris moaned into his ear and the feeling of his breath against his skin made Mike groan and his thingy grow even harder.
He moved his hands down to Chris’ button and zipper and desperately opened it, as Chris did the same, while licking Mike’s neck. They got up and got out of their pants, while moving towards the bed almost falling over in the process.
It made them laugh, realizing how funny it must’ve looked, but a few seconds later Chris felt the back of his legs hitting the edge of the bed and he sat down, his face right in front of Mike’s stomach and throbbing thingy.
He gasped a little when he saw how hard he was under his boxers, he put his hands on Mike’s hips and started kissing his stomach teasingly right above the edge of the boxers.
Mike threw his head back and moaned as he felt Chris tease him and he almost let out a scream when he felt him gently pull down his boxers.
He stepped out of them and then he cupped Chris’ chin and made him look into his eyes. ‘You’re so f**king hot.’ He said and then leaned down to kiss him hungrily.
Chris grab hold of Mike’s erection and felt him moan in his mouth, as he slowly started jerking him off, rubbing his thumb on the pre-cum on the head.
He broke the kiss and started licking the head with gentle strokes, tasting his hot pre-cum on his tongue. He felt Mike shudder and his thingy throbbing even more, as Chris took his whole length down his throat.
Mike arched his back and let out a scream when Chris took him in his mouth and started sucking him, slowly at first but then moving faster. He had needed this for so long and wasn’t sure how long he would be able to last, when Chris being so good at this.
‘f**k, I’m…gonna come…so f**king hard….oh god..’ He gasped, as he felt Chris speed up the pace.
Chris couldn’t get enough of tasting Mike. He tasted so sweet and the more he felt him throbbing in his mouth, the more he could feel his own thingy reacting. He felt a lot of pre-cum oozing out of it now, and he was so hard it was almost painful. He grabbed hold of his own thingy and started jerking himself off. At the same time, he let go of Mike for just a second to look up at him. Mike looked down and when he saw Chris jerking himself and as he felt him wrap his lips around him again, that triggered his orgasm. He arched his back, cried out Chris’ name and felt himself release his hot, milky essence into Chris’ mouth, while he was licking him and sucking him off until the orgasm had passed.
Chris stopped jerking himself and felt Mike gently press him onto the bed while he kissed his stomach and chest, slowly moving up to taste himself in Chris’ mouth.
‘That was….f**king hot, man.’ Mike whispered against his lips. He grabbed the lube, conveniently sitting on the nightstand, while licking Chris’ neck. He started putting it all over Chris’ thingy, which was now red-ish with arousal and throbbing as if it was going to explode. He felt him shudder, when the cool lube and his hand touched him. He leaned forward to whisper into Chris’ ear. ‘I want you to f**k me…..I need you to f**k me so hard….’
Chris had lost all sense of reality and when he heard Mike beg for him to f**k him, he almost came right then and there. Mike lay down on his back and Chris moved up between his legs. He started spreading the lube on Mike and heard him moan as he got closer to his entrance. He bucked against Chris’ fingers and let out a groan when he stuck two fingers inside him. He continued to lube his thingy up, while fingering Mike with the other hand.
Mike gasped as he felt Chris’ thingy get closer to his entrance. When he didn’t enter, he almost lost it. ‘Chris…oh god….f**k me…please…f**k me hard….f**k me NOW!’ He screamed out the last word, as he felt him enter him right in that second.
Chris screamed his name as he entered him and wasn’t sure he’d be able to last more than two seconds. Surprisingly, he got himself under control pretty quickly and he reached down to get Mike to a sitting position. He kissed him hungrily, biting his lips and thrusting hard into him.
Mike felt him hit his prostate several times and that made him lose all sense of the world. He held onto Chris’ neck and started jerking himself off, while getting f**ked. He was surprised that he was hard again, but it didn’t matter anymore.
Chris thrust harder into Mike and they both got louder with each thrust. When Chris saw Mike jerking himself off, he moved his hand there, intertwined their fingers and helped him jerk off, while thrusting even harder into him. He felt his orgasm get closer and he thought he would lose his mind.
‘Oh god….I’m coming….oh f**k…Mike…oh god!’ He gasped, as he thrust even harder and fast into Mike and speeding up the pace of their hands on Mike’s thingy, as well.
A few seconds later, they both screamed and felt their orgasms go on for what seemed to be minutes, while they released themselves all over each other.
Mike threw himself back on the bed as Chris pulled himself out of him and lay beside him. Chris draped his arm over Mike’s stomach, smiling. Mike could do nothing but smile and sigh and he heard Chris speak to him. ‘That was f**king amazing, man. So much for taking it slow, huh?’
Mike grinned. ‘Yeah that was mind-blowing. And yeah, I guess the whole taking it slow thing is out the window.’
A few days later, Chris was in his kitchen reading the paper and having breakfast, when he dropped his cup and spilled coffee all over himself, burning his thighs and stomach.
‘f**k!!’ He exclaimed as he leaped from his chair and moved to get something to wipe up the coffee with.
He cleaned up the coffee and then picked up the paper again, staring at the picture on the page while reaching for his cell phone and pressing speed dial number one.
‘I’ve seen it.’ Mike just answered, his voice low and sad.
‘Are you okay, sweetie?’ Chris asked worriedly, as he still stared at the picture of Chester and Talinda’s wedding picture in the paper.
‘Not really, no. I’m sorry.’ Mike knew it wasn’t fair of him to react like this, when he was with Chris now.
‘Don’t be. It’s going to take some time, I know that. You want me to come up there?’ Chris asked sweetly.
‘No. You have work to do and such. I don’t want to drag you away from that with my issues.’ Mike knew that he needed Chris badly, but he didn’t want to ask him to come when he knew that his band was counting on him.
‘Mike Shinoda. Do you need me there?’ Chris asked with a stern voice, knowing the answer even before he asked the question.
‘….yes.’ Mike whispered. ‘But seriously. I know you need to work with the band.’ He said.
‘Shut up and stop worrying about that. I’ll be there in an hour. Love you.’ Chris said and closed his phone. Then he paused. Did he just tell Mike that he loved him? nuts, you’ve got the worst timing, man! He said to himself. But it had just felt like the most natural thing to say to him. He got up to shower and get ready to drive up and see Mike.
Mike closed his phone slowly. Did Chris just tell him that he loved him? Mike looked at the picture of Chester and Talinda in the paper again and a wave of different emotions overwhelmed him. He felt the tears burn in his eyes at the sight of the wedding picture.
Why the f**k couldn’t he just let go of Chester? He had Chris now and…did he love him? He thought he did and it wasn’t really fair to him that he got so worked up over a d**n wedding picture.
Mike curled up on his bed, after throwing the paper onto the floor. He wished Chris would get here already.
Chris arrived around an hour later and found Mike curled up on his bed. He could hear on his breathing that he was asleep, so he tiptoed over to the bed and lay down next to him, sthingying him from behind.
When he wrapped his arm around him, Mike stirred in his sleep but didn’t wake up. Chris kissed his hair gently and after a few minutes, he felt the darkness surrounding him as he felt asleep, wrapped around Mike.
When Mike woke up, it was dark outside and he could feel Chris lay behind him. It made him smile and feel extremely good to feel him there and his arms and legs wrapped around him.
He felt Chris stir and whispered, still smiling.
‘Hey gorgeous.’
‘Hey handsome.’ Chris said and kissed Mike’s hair. ‘Feeling better?’
Mike turned around and looked into Chris’ eyes, while snuggling up to him even closer.
‘I always feel better, when you’re around. What did your band say about you leaving them yet again?’ He was worried that he would be the reason for tension in Chris’ band.
‘Not much. They know that I do whatever I want, anyway. Besides, they know that you need me a lot right now.’ Chris explained, not telling him about Jason freaking out about him leaving.
‘You’re such a liar. But I appreciate the gesture. I know Jason freaked, though. He doesn’t like me.’ Mike smiled at him.
‘Yeah, well that’s his problem, not mine.’ Chris wanted to talk to him about the fact that he had told him that he loved him, but he didn’t know how to start. Luckily, Mike took care of that for him.
‘So…you love me, huh?’ Mike said with a smirk.
Chris looked at him and blushed a little.
‘I guess I do. I’m sorry if it’s too soon, but I really didn’t think about it. It was just a natural thing for me to say at that moment.’
‘I know and it was sweet. I know I’m in love with you, as well…but it’s too soon for me to tell you that I love you. Obviously, the wedding picture did something to me and it wouldn’t be fair of me to say I love you, as long as I still get affected by stuff like that.’ Mike tried to explain.
Chris covered his mouth with two fingers.
‘Shush, Shinoda. You don’t have to explain. I know all this and I’m not pressuring you into anything and you know that. We’ve got all the time in the world, so stop worrying so much.’
Mike sighed. ‘I’ll try. I don’t understand where your patience with me, comes from though.’
Chris shrugged and kissed his forehead. ‘Must be that love-thing.’
Mike smiled against his neck. ‘Must be.’
After two months, Mike was finally able to leave the re-hab center, hopefully for good. He had Chris pick him up and as they drove back to Mike’s house, he realized that he hadn’t enjoyed the sun like this in ages.
Chris had the top of his convertible down and Mike could feel the wind in his hair and the sun on his face. He turned his face against the sun, closed his eyes behind the shades he was wearing and smiled.
Chris chuckled. ‘You act like a man who hasn’t seen the sun in years, man.’
‘It feels like I haven’t. And don’t make fun of me, man. You just drive and let me act like a kid for a while.’ Mike said, still with his eyes closed and face turned against the sun.
Chris laughed. ‘You’re so cute, Mike.’
When they arrived at Mike’s house, he saw a bunch of cars in his driveway and gave Chris a surprised look.
‘What have you done?’ He asked with a smile on his face.
Chris shrugged. ‘I just invited a few people over to welcome you home, is all. Everyone is so excited to see you, man.’
Mike got out of the car and walked towards the front door, when it was suddenly opened and Dave walked out into the driveway.
‘Shinoda!! d**n, you look good, man! How the hell are you?’ He yelled as he walked over and hugged Mike.
Mike hugged him back. ‘Phi. My god, where did you disappear to, man? It’s been f**king eons since I’ve seen you, dude.’
‘Yeah, I took the family away, after the whole drama and we sort of fell off the face of the earth for a few months. I heard what had happened to you, when I got back but didn’t want to mess with your recovery. And don’t yell at me because Rob and Brad already pregnant doged at us for not keeping in touch.’ Dave explained as he hugged Chris and walked into Mike’s house with them.
‘Us?’ Mike looked confused. ‘Are you saying the infamous Mr. Hahn is here, too?’
He heard a voice coming from the stairs. ‘Of course, I’m here. How could I not be? And before you ask, I went to Korea after the drama and stayed with friends for a few months.’
Mike and Joe hugged. ‘Good to see you, man. You look great.’ Joe said.
‘Well, I feel better too so that’s a good thing.’ Mike said, smiling.
‘So….have any of you heard from Chester?’ He asked and watched as their expressions changed.
‘Come on, guys. It’s been ages now and I’m better. I can talk about him now without falling apart. Chris and a bunch of shrinks made sure of that.’ He laughed and wrapped his arm around Chris’ neck.
‘Well..’ Joe started. ‘..I haven’t spoken to him, since we broke up the band. But I’ve heard that he’s all weird, after he married that girl…’ He gestured.
‘Talinda.’ Dave said. ‘And yeah, I don’t think anyone has talked to him since the break up. It’s really strange, I think. How he can just cut off all contact like that after everything we went through together.’
Mike gestured at them, as he greeted some of the other people there. ‘f**k him. His loss, man.’
A few days after Mike returned home, Chris went back to the studio to continue working on the new record.
Mike went with him, just because they didn’t want to be apart just yet. Chris had stayed with Mike since he came home and Mike was considering asking him to move in with him. He was sure that he loved him, but for some reason he hadn’t been able to tell him yet.
Jason was at the studio, when they arrived. He was always the first one there and Chris and he usually spend around an hour there before the rest of the band would show up. They’d work on lyrics and various melodies.
Mike felt the iciness coming from Jason the moment he walked through the door. Jason frowned when he saw Mike entering with Chris having his arm around his waist.
‘I’ll stay out here, man.’ Mike told Chris as they headed for the door to the studio. He didn’t want to interfere with their creative energy or anything.
He saw Jason glaring at him, sure that Chris didn’t see it, though and he did not want to be in a room with him.
‘No, you’re not. I need someone to bounce ideas off of, handsome.’ Chris said, as he pulled Mike closer and leaned his forehead against his.
‘Isn’t that what Jason is for? He’s your band mate, I’m not.’ Mike tried to convince him.
‘Yes and he’s here, too. But you’re my boyfriend and I don’t want you to sit out here alone. I thought you wanted to help us with this record?’ Chris was a little annoyed. What the hell was going on with Mike, suddenly?
Mike watched Jason, behind Chris, roll his eyes.
‘I do….but..’ He lowered his voice to make sure Jason couldn’t hear him. ‘…I don’t think Jason likes me very much and to be perfectly honest, I don’t want to be caught in a room with him all day. He scares me a little.’
Chris stared at him. ‘You’re not serious? I don’t much care if he likes you or not…’ He felt himself get angry, but Mike put a finger over his lips.
‘Calm down. It’s okay, really. I’ll just go home and see if I can maybe get creative myself. I haven’t set foot in my studio since LP broke up. Maybe it’s time that I dust some of my things, down there, off. I’ll see you later, gorgeous.’ Mike kissed him gently on his lips, but Chris grabbed his neck and pulled him closer, opening his mouth to make Mike deepen the kiss.
Mike felt himself react, as he slid his tongue inside Chris’ mouth and grabbed his ass to pull him closer, feeling his erection against his own, through the jeans.
Chris broke the kiss and whispered into his ear. ‘d**n, I want you so bad, handsome. I want to f**k you right here and now, man.’
Mike let out a little moan. ‘You have work to do, gorgeous. But yeah…you’re so f**king hot, it’s almost unbearable, man. My thingy is so painfully hard, I can’t handle it.’
Then he let go of Chris and said in a normal voice. ‘Okay, sweetie. I’ll see you later. Have fun.’
Chris glared at him as he walked away, feeling his painful erection throbbing against his jeans.
Jason rolled his eyes at Chris when he turned around. ‘Are you sure you wanna be here, man?’
Chris looked at him with a puzzled look on his face. ‘What are you talking about?’
‘Shouldn’t you go home and f**k Mike or something?’ Jason said as he made his way over to the table and sat down.
‘What? What the f**k is your problem with him, dude?!’ Chris said angrily.
Jason threw up his hands. ‘No problem. You just seem like you’d rather be with him than work with me.’
Chris raised his eyebrow and looked at Jason to find the answer to his question. He didn’t see it, so he decided to ask him directly, because he was getting a little sick with his bad attitude.
‘Are you jealous, man?’
Jason looked at him with utter confusion. ‘What? No! Where the f**k did that come from?!’
Chris shrugged and calmed down a little. ‘nuts, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that you act like a f**king jealous girlfriend? I’m in love, dude. You ever tried that? Yeah, you’d rather be with the one you’re in love with, but you realize that the world goes on and so I’m here, working with you now. You think you can handle that?’
Jason shrugged and couldn’t meet Chris’ eyes. ‘Whatever, man. Let’s work.’
Chris returned to Mike’s house after only 4 hours. Jason had been pissy and annoying and they had gotten into fights over petty things, concerning the music so finally they had decided that they should probably meet up another day, where their moods were better.
‘Mike?!’ Chris yelled as he walked through the door.
‘Studio!’ He heard Mike yell from downstairs and he walked down there.
When he walked into the studio, he gasped and felt himself react to the sight that met him. Mike was sitting by his keyboard, wearing nothing but his boxers, his skin glistening with sweat.
The studio was sweltering hot and Chris felt the sweat form on his forehead, as he walked in.
‘Whoa! It’s like a sauna in here’ He said as he walked up behind Mike and put his hands on his shoulders.
‘Yeah, the A/C had a meltdown when I turned it on.’ Mike said, playing a melody on the keyboard.
‘Ah. That’s why you’re semi-naked, then. Not that I’m complaining.’ Chris said, as he moved his hands over Mike’s back and wrapped them around his waist.
‘Getting anything good done?’ He asked, as Mike stopped playing, got up from his stool and turned around in Chris’ arms.
He kissed his lips gently. ‘Nah, nothing major. Just playing around with some lyrics and some melodies.’
Chris felt himself react to Mike’s lips touching his and when he started to pull off his shirt and open his jeans, he was already painfully hard.
Mike started kissing Chris as if he wanted to inhale him and Chris felt himself desperately trying to get out of his pants. He looked down and saw Mike’s thingy throbbing under the thin layer of fabric and he gently pushed him against the conference table, as he walked out of his jeans, now only wearing his boxers, too.
As they moved towards the table, they stepped out of their boxers and Mike let out a moan when he saw how hard Chris’ thingy was. He desperately wanted to taste him and right before they reached the table, he turned them around and Chris got up on the table.
Mike was panting and as Chris sat on the table, he was licking his ear and biting his lobe. ‘Oh god, I’ve been so hard since I left the studio, man. I need you….I want you so f**king bad….I want to taste you and drive you f**king insane with my tongue, man.’
Chris let out a groan as he heard Mike describe what he wanted to do to him. When he saw Mike kneel down in front of him, he felt the pre-com run down the head of his thingy. He threw his head back, burying his hands in Mike’s hair and when Mike started licking the pre-cum off the head he let out a little scream.
Oh my god, he tastes so sweet. Mike thought as he tasted his pre-ejaculate and he felt his own thingy ooze.
He licked his entire length a few times before taking him deep into his throat. Chris let out a scream when he felt Mike’s warm mouth around his thingy. He thrust up against him and felt his orgasm get closer.
Mike grabbed hold of Chris’ thingy, while he sped up his movements, licking and sucking harder and faster, feeling Chris throbbing in his mouth, his climax getting so close.
Chris screamed Mike’s name as he arched his back and felt the orgasm rush through his body, exploding his warm sperm into Mike’s mouth.
Mike cleaned off the white essence of Chris thingy and moved up to make him taste himself on his lips. They were dripping with sweat, but neither of them cared. They were lost in a world outside this, where only their passion existed.
Chris licked Mike’s sweaty neck, he tasted salty and he gently bit his earlobe and whispered while glancing down to Mike’s thingy, almost exploding with excitement.
‘I want you to f**k me…..I need you to f**k me so much, man. I wanna feel you….inside me..’
Mike groaned and threw his head back, while Chris was licking his neck. ‘Oh god…I’ll f**k you into oblivion, man…’
He helped Chris down off the table and made him turn around, learning over with his hands on the table and spreading his legs, to give Mike better access.
Mike wet two fingers in his mouth and started teasing Chris’ opening with them. He moved his thingy near the entrance as well, using the pre-ejaculate as lube, too before he entered him, making Chris scream with pain and pleasure at that same time.
Chris thrust backwards towards Mike and felt him hit that sweet spot that made him see heaven. He felt Mike’s fingers dig into his hips and heard him let out scream-like noises every time he thrust into him. His whole body felt like it was about to explode with every thrust.
‘Oh…yeah…f**k me, Mike….harder…f**k me harder…’ He panted and felt Mike pounding into him like he begged him to do.
Mike threw his head back as he thrust harder and faster into Chris. He had never felt this horny, had never wanted to f**k anyone as hard as he did right now.
When he felt the orgasm rush through him, he felt his hand scratching down Chris’ back and he thrust one last time, as hard as he could, while he screamed Chris’ name at the top of his lungs.
Chris felt Mike hit his sweet spot and the pleasure of that, mixed with the pain of Mike’s thrusting and scratching his back, made him lose his mind and he let out a very animalistic scream, while he felt Mike exploding his essence into him.
They collapsed on the couch and Mike moved closer to Chris, resting his head on his shoulder and his arm draped over his stomach.
He sighed. ‘I love you so much, Daughtry.’
Chris tensed up a little and smiled.
‘Pardon me?’ He said against Mike’s hair.
‘You heard me. I love you.’ Mike slapped his stomach playfully.
Chris grinned. ‘Yeah, I heard you. I love you too, Shinoda.’
Before Mike could think, he heard himself say. ‘I want you to move in with me.’ Then he added. ‘I mean…if you want to, of course.’
Chris put a finger under his chin, making him look up into his eyes. ‘Are you sure? I mean…are you okay and all that?’
Mike smiled a little overbearing. ‘I’m sure. And yes, I’m okay. I realized that you make me okay and I love you more than anything and that’s really all I care about.’
They were moving Chris’ furniture inside, when they heard a car arrive in Mike’s driveway. They put the dresser down and went out to see who had arrived.
Mike froze on the spot when he saw Chester’s red convertible pull up in front of the door. He felt Chris’ hand on his shoulder, took a deep breath and said ‘I’m okay. I can handle this.’
Chris got closer to him from behind, letting his arm hang down on Mike’s chest.
‘You sure? I can go kick his ass for you, if you want.’ He joked, trying to lighten the mood.
Mike was completely serious. ‘Naw, it’s okay. I’ll do the ass kicking, if necessary. Thanks, gorgeous.’ He started to move towards the car, but Chris decided to stay in the doorway just in case Mike would need him.
Mike made his way over to the convertible as Chester was getting out. Chester took off his shades as he turned to face Mike.
‘Hey beautiful.’ He said and flashed that crooked smile of his.
‘You lost the right to call me that, a long time ago, Bennington. What the f**k do you want?’ Mike asked, coldly and, he was happy to note, not melting at the sight of his smile.
‘Whoa, what’s with the attitude, man?’ Chester actually acted as if he didn’t know why Mike was cold to him.
‘Are you moving out?’ He asked, a little surprised.
Chris walked out to them. He could see that Mike was tensing up and that his breathing had increased in speed.
‘No, I’m moving in, actually.’ He said, looking at Chester with cold eyes.
‘You didn’t answer my question. What are you doing here, Bennington?’ Mike said, crossing his arms over his chest.
‘Aww, isn’t that sweet..’ Chester said sarcastically, looking at Chris.
Chris moved forward, clenched his fists but before he could do anything, he felt Mike’s arm wrap itself around his waist and he felt his breath against his lips.
‘Calm down. I can handle this. Would you mind going inside and giving Chester and I a few moments, please?’ Mike said, looking straight into Chris’ eyes.
Chris took a deep breath. ‘Fine.’ He turned around and walked into the house. He stayed in the hall, though. There was no way, he was leaving Mike alone with this bastard.
Mike leaned against Chester’s car, crossing his arms in front of his chest again.
‘What the f**k are you doing here, Chester?’ He asked, squinting his eyes against the sun, while looking at him.
‘Well, just catching up, I guess. I’m glad to see that you made it through re-hab alright.’ Chester almost sounded like he meant it.
‘Yeah, no thanks to you.’ Mike said, not wanting to discuss his drug addiction with him.
Chester shrugged. ‘But thanks to him?’ He gestured at the door, meaning Chris.
‘Not that it’s any of your f**king business, but yes, thanks to him.’ Mike said.
‘Well, isn’t that just the cutest thing I’ve ever heard?’ Chester said sarcastically.
‘Watch out, Bennington.’ Mike warned.
‘Well, you’ll be happy to know that Talinda left me.’ Chester said, staring at the ground, his voice low.
‘I’m sorry about that, man. So what? You decided to come here and see if I was still pining after you or what?’ Mike said provokingly.
Chester just shrugged.
‘You can’t blame a guy for trying, can you?’
Mike wondered if Chester had always been this arrogant.
‘Yes, actually I can. I gained that right, the day you left me and the band. You didn’t even have the f**king courtesy to show up for any of the press conferences, man. You never even commented on the break up. What the f**k happened to you, Bennington! And when the f**k did you become so f**king arrogant?’ Mike was getting himself worked up now. He saw Chris in the hallway, trying to hide.
Chester was still staring at the ground.
‘I had to do something to distance myself from you. It was killing me to leave you, but I felt like I needed a change and so I hooked up with Talinda, knowing it would kill you as much as it killed me, to have done it. I knew it was wrong to marry her, but I didn’t feel like I had a choice at the time. All I’ve been thinking about, is you.’
Mike was staring at him in disbelief.
‘That’s the worst load of f**king bullnuts I have ever heard in my entire life, Bennington! I knew you. You were not broken up about leaving me, you bastard! You were cold as f**k and you made my f**king world fall apart. For that, I can never forgive you nor do I think I f**king should. You were, more or less, the reason I ended up in f**king re-hab, in the first place! Who the f**k do you think you are, coming here, feeding me this bullnuts and actually expecting me to buy it?!’ Mike was gesturing wildly at Chester.
‘That’s not true, Mike.’ Chester started.
‘It f**king is! But it doesn’t matter, anyway. I’ve spent a lot of time, getting over you and realizing that the world does not revolve around the almighty Chester Bennington. I have someone wonderful in my life, now and that’s really all that matters to me.’ Mike was moving towards Chester, while still gesturing at him.
Chester started laughing.
‘Him?! He’s not good enough for you, beautiful. He’s a kid, for f**ks sake. What the f**k could he possibly have to offer you that I don’t?’
Mike was hissing the words out between his teeth.
‘Watch it, Bennington. I’m warning you. And fyi, he’s got a whole lot more to offer me, than you ever did! Chris loves me and I
