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Leave The Light On by Raeupchen

Leave the light on


“Kind of funny how things ended up like this,” Chester grinned widely. He was facing the ceiling, his back snuggled into the soft and comfy cushions of the bed. The pillow to his left was moved closer to him, and his grin turned into a smile.


“What do you mean?” Mike was lying on his side, looking questioningly at his friend.


The room was completely dark except for a little nightstand lamp that like a bird spread its wings widely enough to enlighten the part of the room where the king-sized bed was standing.


Chester chuckled, “You... Me... this bed...” He felt Mike shuffling again, and then a pillow hit him right in the face.


“You idiot! We're only sharing the bed because you dumbass missed the train and Dave's sleeping in the guest room!” A giggle reached Chester's ears, he took off the pillow from his face and turned around to face Mike.


“So? I wouldn't have missed the train if dear Shinoda didn't want me to stay the night.”


Much to his disappointment, Mike didn't reply (and try to defend himself). Instead he watched his now blushing best friend turn around and disappear under the thousands of pillows and two blankets. “Leave the light on,” he heard him mumble and then everything fell silent around them.


A minute and what felt like an eternity later, Chester nudged the shoulder of his friend that was poking out of the covers. “Are you asleep already?” His voice was barely over a whisper, frightened Mike was indeed mad at him.


“Mhm.” A grumble filled the room, louder and annoyed than planned. Shuffling again, and only the dark-haired man's tuft was visible, everything else had disappeared under the blankets.


Chester sighed, “Listen, I didn't mean to offend you. Honestly, I was only joking... jus-just don't be angry... okay?” The last words weren't audible enough for Mike to hear, he thought, which wouldn't matter anyway, would it?


Not visible to the older of the two, Mike had his eyes still opened, a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was awkward; he knew Chester had only been joking, and he didn't want to make him feel bad about it. But he couldn't turn around and reveal his true feelings about this, Chester had hit a sensible spot in his heart. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he choke, “I'm not.”


“Then stop pouting like a three-year-old and be a man and face me.” He couldn't just drop it and finally go to sleep, could he? Mentally, Mike scolded himself for letting Chester stay for the night – in the same bed. “Come on, Mike. Don't be a bitch.”


Enough was enough! Mike threw his blankets aside, furiously turning to the other man and growled, “I'm not being a bitch! Couldn't you just shut up and go to sleep finally? I offered you to sleep here, not,” -he pronounced the last word especially-, “to keep me awake all night, got it?”


A frown formed on the older man's face, his irritation visible in his eyes. “What the hell is wrong with you? You never freak out on my jokes. At least, not like this.” He kept eye contact, trying to figure out what was going inside his friend. Not in all those years, had he seen him freaking out at a simple joke like that one, the black-haired male would normally play along with it.


Seeing the look on the other's face, Mike realized that he had screwed up the moment. It had really supposed to be a simple joke, like those ones they always did. And Mike had freaked out on Chester, like he had never had before. Seriously, what was wrong? Mike couldn't tell himself.


Feeling how the mask of annoyance fell off his face, Mike started blushing lightly and stuttered, “I-I don't kn-know. I...” Lowering his head in shame, he stopped talking and just hoped for forgiveness. He wasn't mad at Chester and he didn't blame it on him, this outburst wasn't even meant to happen in the first place. Maybe Chester's words had simply approached a secret place in Mike's heart, so that Mike felt like he had to defend it. But why? Mike was aware of that sensible spot inside of him, anything Chester-related made him vulnerable thanks to that part of his heart. However, Mike had no idea what it was about or since when things were so complicated; they just were. And until today, it hadn't been a matter anyway.


“You're behaving strangely, Mike.” The frown on Chester's features didn't vanish but his look softened somewhat, now being rather sorrowful than agitated. The singer reached out to brush away some strands of hair so he could place his hand on Mike's forehead. “You're not sick, are you?”


The soft touch made the dark-haired man blush even harder, even worse were the fireworks that had started shooting in his stomach. What the hell was going on? Wasn't he used to Chester touching him? “I'm fine, Chester, I only need tohmpfh-” Chester muffled his words by pressing his lips softly on the younger one's, catching him off-guard. The heat in Mike's cheeks increased at the sensation, he felt dizziness taking him over as the singer's lips moved against his, making the emcee's body go crazy.


A few seconds later, Chester moved away from Mike's lips but keeping the short distance between them. He had really confused his friend, seeing as said one was too busy understanding what was happening than kissing back, and the cloudy look in those apparently pitch-black eyes showed perfectly well what was going on in Mike's head. Chester couldn't hold back a chuckle, seeing what he'd done to Mike with that kiss, and whispered, “So that's why you freaked out. You like me.”


Mike came back to his senses like falling off Cloud Nine, when he heard Chester chuckling about his reaction on the kiss. “Of course I do, moron, we're friends. If I didn't like you, we wouldn't.” The blush was still on his cheekbones, impossible to hide anymore from Chester, as well as those feelings inside. Something inside of him was clapping like a retard and congratulating him on whatever he had accomplished. He did know what Chester meant but he would not agree on it. For one, he didn't want to be laughed at by someone like Chester and then, he didn't even know himself.


Rolling his eyes, Chester pinched Mike's nose and grinned, “You know what I mean! You're not sick, I was only testing your reaction. I mean, why else would you freak out on me joking about us ending up in bed together.”


How stupid could one be? Mike hadn't noticed it himself but apparently it was obvious to other people, and most of all to Chester. There was no denying anymore, the truth was revealed before he could even get a glimpse of it. Mike wished he could disappear in the thousands of pillows on his bed, so no one would ever be able to find him again. This was embarrassing to the bone, he literally felt his body turning red like a strawberry.


“Mike...,” Chester sighed, smiling warmly as he stroke over the other's cheek. Maybe the emcee had been unaware of his feelings all the time and now having the person he was having a crush on finding out about it before he could even understand his behavior himself, must be an awkward situation. With no idea of what to say, the singer carefully pushed Mike back down on the mattress, snuggling up close to him and putting the covers back on them. He kissed his band mate on the cheek when he received a confused look from him and simply said, “Don't worry. I'll leave the light on.”


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Another one of my Bennoda collection. :) I hope you liked it! Please R&R!

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