Category Linkin Park
Friendly
Spooning
They couldn't sleep.
Chester because he was restless and Mike because the singer's rustling and shifting was incredibly loud and annoying. No matter how much he tried to block out the noises or how tightly he squeezed his eyes closed, Mike could not will himself to fall asleep despite Chester's fiddling with his sheets. That's why when the singer's tired voice called out to him, asking, "Mike, can you hold me?," the emcee wasted not one second in lifting himself from his hotel bed and crashing into Chester's.
"You need to sleep, Ches. Early morning tomorrow," Mike warned in a hushed tone as he slid closer to his friend until he was chest to back with him. The emcee placed one arm underneath his own head and wound the other one around the singer's midsection.
"Ok," Chester mumbled back, clutching the hand Mike had on his naked stomach with his own. He slowly brought his breathing down to normal and nearly rendered himself into a peaceful unconsciousness with help from the warm body pressed against him. Very nearly, until he got an idea in his head that he wanted to try, right now, at this serene and gentle moment.
The first few shakes that Mike felt against his groin were ignored, thought of as Chester just getting comfy, no big deal. As the emcee thought more about this position, though, the more he felt... weird. Here he was, cuddling Chester who, at that moment, had only a flimsy piece of cloth covering his private parts, while he himself was in a shirt and normal sized boxers. Then, Mike realized, by the fifth or sixth carefully executed rub against his lap, that Chester Bennington was doing this purposefully.
"You need to stop," Mike demanded, quietly threatening to get out of the bed at the very next inappropriate touch. But he wouldn't and Chester didn't want to stop either.
"What are you talking about?" Chester asked curiously, shifting his ass against Mike once more, completely aware. To Chester's knowledge, Mike was human, even though people often make jokes that he's a clone, so he was bound to get hard one way or another. The next booty shake came with an air of determination.
"You know," Mike grunted angrily, removing his hand from Chester's grasp, hoping it would show the singer that he meant business. It didn't.
Miraculously, the emcee did next exactly what Chester wanted him to. Chester was bummed that he wasn't holding Mike because that opened so many possibilties; he could slide his hands under Mike's shirt, he could nuzzle his nose in Mike's hair, he could plant his lips on Mike's neck. Mike probably thought he was defying Chester when he scooted away from him and turned around so he was lying on his other side, but he was actually playing right into Chester's plans. Chester flipped over immediately and took the same position his friend had been in seconds before.
"I'm not rooming with you next time," Mike said, trying to punish Chester.
"Don't say that," Chester pouted softly. He crept his hand underneath the hem of Mike's shirt and petted the fluff along his friend's happy trail, feeling naughty for his actions, yet feeling pleasant about just being in the same bed with the emcee. "Are you hard?" he asked, speaking calmly in Mike's ear.
Mike rolled his eyes futilely, Chester couldn't see him at all, but it was instinct. "Of course I fucking am," he responded, unsure of whether he wanted Chester to check on him with that or not. Instead of worrying about the singer's hand venturing downward and groping him, Mike decided to give his friend a taste of his own medicine. Mike pushed his own ass back against Chester; palmed his own erection to elicit a moan for good measure. Chester laughed, breathing cool air onto Mike's neck and making the short hairs there stand on end. "Can we go to sleep now, Chester?" Mike asked, hoping his friend found that the grinding finally became sufficient enough for him.
The singer laughed again, "ok," he said. He decided that he should stop messing around, else Mike would wake extremely cranky in the morning for not having enough sleep. Mike felt Chester smile against the skin of neck and he took his hand, squeezed it in his palm. "I love you, Mike," Chester whispered, peppering kisses all over where his mouth could reach without moving from the snug position he was in with Mike.
"Yeah, well, I love you, too," Mike replied, shutting his eyes and letting himself relax so he could go to sleep.
The room filled with silence for the next thirty seconds, only the sounds of their light and easy breathing being heard by either of the men. Then Chester had to break the soothingly calm atmosphere. "Tomorrow?" he asked suggestively, smirking. The emcee pulled his hand away so he could swat Chester's wrist and that made the singer chuckle once again.
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Product of writer's block from my other stories. I really really wanna update History/Out this week, but it'll be a busy school week. Sorry if you're expecting an update soon, I can't promise you that anything new will come out. Have a nice monday! Please review/rate :D