This is my sequel to Running, I hope you guys enjoy it. Particular shout out to LpReem92 because she was the one repeatedly asking for this! Enjoy! And please Rate and Review when you’re done.

“So’s your face.”

“Chester; that’s not fair!” Mike laughed, nuzzling his face into the crook of Chester’s neck affectionately. “You can’t use ‘so’s your face’ for everything.” Mike nuzzled again, this time kissing the back of Chester’s neck and holding his lips over the delectable, soft skin below him.

“Of course I can: I can do anything I want.” Chester rolled over to face Mike, wrapping his arms around Mike’s neck and kissing his lips softly. As he pulled back; with his eyes still closed, Chester hummed with ease as he thought about how relaxed he felt in this moment. It was a Sunday morning – around 10:30 – and the sun was shining boisterously through the light beige curtains of Mike’s room. Warmth from the sun bathed both Chester and Mike’s bodies as they snuggled together, squeezing for room in Mike’s single bed. He and Mike had been together for three beautiful months and every single day had been better than the last. Mike had been the biggest sweetheart to Chester from day one and Chester loved every minute of it. Mike had bought him flowers, candy, movie tickets, all stuff Chester hadn’t asked for, but revelled in any way.

Chester wanted to pay Mike back but he didn’t have a job. Mike however, was working at the local car wash four nights a week for an unholy $90 a week. With nothing else to spend the money on, this left Chester extremely spoilt. And; of course, Chester loved it.

“Hey Ches; how does this sound?” Mike began, nestling his nose with Chester’s adoringly. “Today...”

“Yeah?” Chester teased slightly; playing with the tips of Mike’s gradually lengthening hair on the back of his neck.

“We go to the park...”

“Yeah.”

“And maybe have a picnic...”

“Adorable.”

“And play catch...”

“Cute.”

“And play soccer...”

“No.”

“And watch me play soccer?”

“Better.”

“And sneak off into the bushes to make out during half time?”

“Yes.”

“Anyway, after that we can go to yours...”

“Mmmm...”

“And go up to your room...”

“Yeah.”

“And sit on your bed...”

“Yeah?”

“And...prepare what we’re gonna tell Tom about us?”

“Ye-wait what?” Chester pulled away from Mike and furrowed his brow in confusion. Mike sat up in the bed, turning towards Chester and placing his hand on Chester’s hip, hoping to keep them both on the bed safely.

“It’s just, well we’ve been together for a while now and I just thought that maybe you’d be ready to tell Tom something: he’s starting to get suspicious and I can’t keep lying to him.”

“Why not?” Chester whined adorably, he hated not getting his way. Especially with Mike; his loving boyfriend who he had wrapped around his little finger. Mike smiled charmingly, chuckling under his breath.

“Chester. You know I hate lying, and Tom’s my best friend.”

“I thought I was your best friend.” Chester pretended to pout and sulk in a way that made Mike drool a little – he had to fix this.

“Oh you are! Don’t get me wrong, you’re my favourite person in the whole world. It’s just. Tom is like a brother to me.”

“And I’m like?”

“...My sexy little playboy bunny.” Mike admitted sheepishly, blushing and looking down to the bed.

“Really?” Chester laughed.

“Well yeah I mean, it was just something I nicknamed you before we got together. Back when I just thought you were hot.” They shared a little laugh while Chester thought about how mean he really was.

“Wanna hear what my nickname was?”

“Sure.” Mike prepared himself for a satisfying ego boost.

“Monkey-face.” Chester then burst into laughter at the expression on Mike’s face: blank and disappointed – good old monkey-face. “Oh come on! You do kinda look like a monkey!”

“Ouch Chester, that’s all I have to say.” Mike climbed over Chester and off the bed, totally naked, headed for the door.

“Mikey, don’t take it the wrong way: monkeys are cute! Get that nakey ass back over here!” Mike stopped at the door and turned to face Chester, laying in his bed with the duvet covering him as though he were on the front of a gay porn mag. Obviously this sparked a little something in Mike’s abdomen that he was finding hard to ignore.

Chester was feeling the same way however, with his Adonis of a boyfriend stood at the door stark naked, his equipment on display for Chester’s curious eyes to greedily take in. “Stop checking out my package Chester.” Chester’s eyes speedily flicked up to meet Mike’s.

“Why? It is for me isn’t it?” Chester pouted again; licking his lips for effect.

“Tease.” Mike murmured under his breath, strolling over to his wardrobe and pulling out some boxers. “Chester, I am actually trying to ask you a serious question.” He said, stepping into the black nylon and pulling it up to hug his thick hips, Chester watching his every move from the bed.

“And what question is that Monkey-face?”

“Chester.” Slipped out of Mike’s mouth in a warning tone. Mike’s ego, although very big, was very fragile also; he hated being made fun of. Of course this was immediately one of Chester’s favourite pass times. “I’m being serious.”

What makes you think I’m not being serious? Is it the monkey-face thing? You know I love you anyways right? Oh come on don’t be like this!” Chest whined as Mike turned his back on him and walked across the room to look at his face in the mirror.

There was silence for a long time as Chester assessed the situation he was in: all he could think was that Mike could be so dramatic when he wanted to be; he was definitely gay. Meanwhile all Mike could think about whilst staring meaningfully at his reflection was that Chester was right: he did have a monkey-face, a hideous monkey-face that he hated everything about...From the busy eyebrows to the round cheeks to the fat lips: he wished he was different.

Chester wrapped one of the lighter sheets around his waist and, holding it on his hip with one hand, walked up behind Mike and rested his head on Mike’s shoulder, looking at the two of them in the reflection, such an odd pair. Chester, with his untidy bleached mess of tresses, and Mike, with his immaculate black tufts. Mike’s caramel skin pressed against Chester’s pathetic ‘tan’. Chester loved Mike’s skin, so pure and perfect. Chester’s was slightly marred around his wrists, something which he covered up with his ‘forbidden’ flame tattoos. Chester wrapped his non-blanket-holding arm over Mike’s shoulder and across his collar bones, stroking the opposite side of his neck as he did so.

“Mike please.” He said quietly. “You know I don’t mean it: I think you’re absolutely beautiful, you know that.”

“Chester...I know. I love you.” There wasn’t a smile on his face as he said it, but Chester could feel all of the emotion in his voice, and see it all in his eyes as they made contact in the mirror with Chester’s own.

“I love you too. So so much.” They both smiled calmly at this and Chester kissed the back of Mike’s neck softly. Turning around, Mike placed his hands on Chester’s waist and pulled him into his strong arms for a possessive embrace.

“You’re such a dick Ches.”

“I know, but so are you.”

“Chester that’s not very nice.”

“So’s your face.”

“How many times Chester?! That doesn’t make any sense.”

“So’s your face always makes sense.”

“That’s stupid.”

“So’s your face.”

“Dammit!” Mike cursed sharply, realising that yet again; Chester was right, so’s your face always makes sense. “It’s a good thing you’re cute and into me or I’d have totally strangled you by now.”

“Not a chance; you can’t resist me.”

“Of course I can; you’re easily resistible.”

“So’s your face.”

“Dammit I thought we’d finished that!”

“Finished your face?”

“Stop it Chester!” Mike was getting annoyed now, exactly how Chester wanted him.

“Make me.” The mood shifted considerably. Chester let his sheet drop to the floor and revelled in the ego boost as Mike stood gawping while Chester turned and strutted slowly back to the bed, climbing on it and turning back to face Mike. “You coming over here or what?” Mike mindlessly nodded and zombie-walked to the bed, mouth hanging open and eyes bulging at Chester’s amazing bare body, like a piece of art. “Close your mouth dear: it’s rude to stare.” Chester instructed, gently gliding his fingers along Mike’s jaw until Mike’s mouth was closed. Leaning close to Mike’s ears, Chester kissed his neck softly a couple of times, playing with Mike’s chest with hands, before whispering seductively: “Ready for round two big guy?”

Chester knew this was all he had to say to get Mike to agree to his wishes. When Chester started acting like the boss, it really brought out Mike’s dominant, competitive side.

“Shut up Bennington.” Mike growled aggressively. “Get under the covers, now.” Chester shivered, loving being told what to do by Mike. Obeying obediently; Chester climbed under the covers knowing he would be rewarded; he watched as Mike urgently stripped himself of his boxers and clambered rushedly under the covers, looming over Chester in Mike’s single bed.

Without warning; quick as lightning, Mike’s lips crashed into Chester’s in a fierce kiss. Wrapping his long arms around Mike’s thick neck, Chester pulled them both deeper into the mattress, using one hand to pull the covers over their heads. Giggling commenced as Mike’s hands blindly tried to desperately cover every inch of Chester’s bare skin.

“Chester what’re you laughing at?”

“You, y-you’re –hehe – grabbing my ass.”

“I know...and...”

“I don’t know; it tickles.”

“You have a ticklish ass?”

“...I guess.” At this, they both broke into careless laughter: Mike’s parents were out of town for the weekend so getting caught was not a concern.

“Bennington, if there were ever others like you, they surely died of stupidity a long time ago.”

“Hey! I’m not stupid!”

“Y’ar a little.” Mike spoke into the dark.

“I’m smarter than you, bonehead.”

“Speaking of bone.” Mike smoothly said, pressing his hips into Chester’s. “Got a present for you baby.”

“Oh God Mike! You’re so amazing. Although, you are dumb as wood.” Mike thrusted harder, causing more pleasure. “Oh, but it’s good wood.”

“You know it!” Mike was loving the ego feed. “You sexy little Minx.”

“Mmmeow.” Chester meeped quietly, bringing a groan from the depths of Mike’s chest. “You’re sick and twisted Mike Shinoda!”

“What are you talking about?!”

“You have an animal fetish don’t you?! Sneaky bastard.”

“What?!” Mike blushed furiously, it was visible to Chester now, the two of them having stuck their heads out of the duvet for air.

“One minute I’m you Playboy bunny, now I’m a Minx? And you think it’s hot when I meow!”

“I do not!”

“Meow.” Chester elongated as sexily as he could, rubbing his head into Mike’s chest like a cat often does to its owner.

“Oh God.” Mike moaned, closing his eyes and letting his head fall heavy, him still dominating over Chester in the cramped bed. He froze mid-moan, realising that he’d just been caught. “Ok, so maybe I think it’s a little hot when you act like a cat. So what?”

“Mike, that’s a little weird.” Chester giggled from beneath his older boyfriend.

“Well then I’m a little weird. Got a problem with that?” Mike challenged. Chester smiled.

“I wouldn’t have you any other way. Besides, I’m the one who thinks you have a monkey-face.”

“Will you please stop talking about that: it’s hurtful.”

“...so’s your face.” Chester mumbled guiltily: he didn’t want to, he just had to. Mike sighed and threw the covers off of them, climbing out of the bed once he’d done so. “Mike? Where’re you going?”

“Shower.”

“But I thought we were gonna...”

“Well I’m not in the mood anymore.” Mike stormed into the bathroom adjacent to his bedroom and Chester huffed to himself miserably.

“Woman.” Chester murmured to himself under his breath.

“I heard that!” Mike called from across the hall. “You’re not getting any for a long time Mr!”

“Shit!” Chester cursed his idiocy and decided to get up; there was always tomorrow to try to seduce his beloved boyfriend.

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Later on; at the park, Chester watched Mike play soccer with Tom, and some other guys from their year that Chester recognised, including Joe, Dave, and someone he was relatively sure was called Ethan. They were sweating enough to in the afternoon sunlight to keep Chester interested as he sat on the grass, leaning back on the palms of his hands and basking in the warmth around him.

“Hey Chester.” At this; Chester looked up to see Rob: a good friend of his from homeroom.

“Oh hey Rob. What’s up?” Rob took this as an invitation to sit beside Chester and crossed his legs comfortably. Chester noticed he was wearing sandals, denim knee lengths and a loose, airy, sky blue beach vest, showing off both his build and his beautiful golden tan: Chester was impressed.

“Nothing much. Waiting for the soccer match to finish so Ethan will come surf with me.”

“Sounds like fun, I wish I could surf.”

“It’s not too hard. I could probably teach you if you want?”

“Y’know? I might just take you up on that...It’s such a beautiful day.”

“Dude.” Rob laughed. “Are you high?”

“No!”

“Ok sorry; it’s just you’re usually all...dark and...sarcastic, and recently you’ve been all sunshine and rainbows.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No! Man, it’s amazing! I’m so happy you’re embracing life and just, going with the flow dude.” They were quiet for a while as each contemplated the depth to Rob’s words.

“What keeps you so happy all the time Rob?” Chester asked curiously, looking over to Rob who was absent-mindedly playing with his shark tooth necklace with one hand while sweeping his shoulder length, layered sandy brown hair out of his face with the other.

“Ethan.”

“You guys are good friends?”

“More than friends. And definitely more than good.” Rob grinned boisterously, looking out to the field where the match was drawing to a close.

“You’re gay?”

“Yeah. Does that bother you?”

“No. I’m gay too.”

“Really? Figures: I had a feeling you were too good-looking to be straight.”

“Yeah well, right back at’cha big guy.” Chester smiled to Rob as Rob’s tanned cheeks rose to a blush. Mike had been distracted from the game by their conversation and was more than happy to see the match finish so he could run over to them.

“Hey guys.” Mike panted, lifting the bottom of his vest to wipe the sweat from his face. “Having a nice conversation?” Mike sat beside Chester, close enough to have their legs touching. Ah, a personality trait about Mike that Chester loved: he was indeed, the jealous type.

“Yep.” Replied Chester perkily. “Jealous?” He asked under his breath.

“Yep.” Mike openly admitted: he was in no mood for mixed signals; he wanted the world to know Chester was his.

“This is Rob. Rob, this is Mike.”

“Hey.” Mike breathed out quickly, shoving a glance Rob’s way and feeling overwhelmed with jealousy at this guy’s incredible arms.

“Hey man.” Rob replied happily, sparing a brief look at Mike before returning his gaze to Ethan’s approaching form. “Hey Ethan. Ready to surf?”

“You know it babe. C’mon; let’s go.” Ethan pulled Rob to his feet and kissed his lips softly a couple of times and taking his hand to lead him to Ethan’s car so they could hit the waves. This time both Mike and Chester looked on with jealousy at the retreating couple and Chester found himself wanting the official relationship they had.

“Tell me you don’t want that.” Mike challenged quietly, leaning beside Chester’s ear and secretly touching their hands together in the grass.

“I want that.” Chester admitted.

“Then let’s get it.”

“Really?” Chester asked, wide-eyed, turning to face Mike’s incredibly close face.

“Of course! That’s why I think we should tell Tom, and maybe the rest of your family...The smile on your face right now is beautiful. God; you’re so irresistible: I have to kiss you.” Mike flicked his eyes Tom’s way, overjoyed to see him in deep conversation with Dave. Mike softly pressed his lips to Chester’s, gently stroking his cheek before quickly pulling away. Mike couldn’t stop the smile that invaded his face when he pulled back to see Chester looking at the floor and blushing uncontrollably. “You look gorgeous when you blush.”

“Oh Mike, stop.” Chester let out shyly. “You know I hate it when I blush.”

“Hm, that’s probably why I love it so much.” Mike mumbled, keeping his lips close to Chester’s face, brushing his cheeks softly and loving the warmth he felt from the risen blood. “You’re so stunning.” Chester’s blush grew fervently at this and he turned his head away from Mike.

“People are gonna see.” Chester whimpered.

“Let them see: I want them to see your dazzling face when I kiss you again.” Mike spilled out before pushing his lips to Chester’s again, harder this time, so Chester’s eyes closed and when Mike pulled back, he swooned towards him dreamily.

“Again.” Chester said airily. “Kiss me again, please.”

“Hummm, okay.” Mike hummed happily; finally getting exactly what he wanted, he leaned in to kiss his positively beautiful boyfriend. Their lips met softly at first, and then Chester placed his hand on Mike’s cheek, drawing out their mouths so that their tongues could meet in a purely loving embrace.

“Mike?! Chester! What the fuck?!” Tom’s voice could be heard beside them. They slowly pulled away from each other, with small kisses that eventually became nothings, and looked up to see Tom’s gormless face showing pure confusion. They stood up together in front of him to explain things.

“Tom: we have something to tell you.” Chester started.

“We’re together Tom.” Mike took over, holding Chester’s hand and gripping it tightly for reassurance. “We have been for about three months now.”

“Tom I’m sorry I hadn’t told you before but it was hard, I know you guys are best friends and I didn’t want to get in the way of that.”

“And I know Chester’s your little brother so you might be a little touchy about it but. Tom man...I’m in love with him. I hope you can understand.”

“Tom?” Chester recognized that Tom had been stood frozen in place with the same facial expression throughout their speech.

“Tom? Buddy?” Mike asked, placing a hand on firmly on Tom’s arm.

“My...best friend is dating my brother?”

“Yes.” They answered in unison. Tom turned to Chester.

“And he doesn’t abuse you? Force you to do stuff? Take advantage of you?”

“Oh no. No, Tom he really loves me.”

“And you love him?”

“Yes, definitely.” At this; Tom turned to Mike.

“And he doesn’t uberly piss you off?”

“Of course he does...but I love it.”

“Well then,” Tom began to conclude. “I can only say I’m happy for you. Congratulations you guys!” Tom smiled and hugged them both, one under each arm. It was a beautiful hugging threesome that all members of the party enjoyed. Once it was done, Mike wrapped an arm around Chester’s waist and pulled him close. “Have you told Mom and Dad about this?”

“Erm, no, n-not yet.” Chester stuttered.

“Well, I can help you if you like? Y’know, prep ‘em a bit?”

“Really? You would do that for us?”

“For my best friend and my brother? How could I not?!” They all laughed and Chester felt a growing pit of warmth in his stomach as Mike held his hand and kissed his cheek. This was going to be okay; he and Mike were going to be okay. Everything was going to be okay.

Thank you for requesting that I write this! I really enjoyed it! Thanks, Francis x