Written in 2008 for a LiveJournal challenge. Totally forgotton about until now so posting it here to join the rest.

“So, you’re leaving me?” Rob asked Chester and pulled a kicked puppy dog face at his boyfriend. Chester grinned and leaned down to kiss Rob, his fingers sliding through tangled hair.

“I brought you breakfast in bed! I’ll try not to be long, I’m sorry.” Chester pulled back and cupped Rob’s face as he spoke.

“I’m getting lonely.” Rob stuck out his bottom lip.

“I know, it’s nearly done.” Chester knelt on the bed; his stomach twisted with guilt.

“I’m sorry.” Rob replied, knowing his nagging upset Chester. “Maybe I’ll just wait naked in bed for you to return.”

“Well with that in mind I think the album artwork is going to end up a little X-rated!” Chester chuckled suddenly picturing a naked Rob on all his albums in Virgin Megastore. “Not a bad idea...”

“I don’t think Brad is gonna let you do that.” Rob smiled.

“I know, spoil sport!” Chester laughed. “I gotta go, I’ll call when I get out of the meeting, maybe we can go out tonight or something.”

“Ok, have fun.”

“Hmmm boring business meetings about the silly booklet.” Chester rolled his eyes, with Linkin Park his and Rob’s parts would have been done by now – all the boring business stuff was Mike and Brad’s job but since this was his solo album he had to be involved; Brad refused to do it for him.

“Bye baby.” Rob said and they kissed one last time before Chester left the room.

Rob waited until the front door clicked before he resumed eating his breakfast then got up and ready for the day ahead.

“Hey.” A voice said from the side gate and Rob looked up from the pond and grinned at Ryan who walked over and looked down at the muggy water.

“Just feeding the fish and checking on the frog spawn.”

“Frog spawn?” Ryan asked with a side smile and raised eyebrow.

“Chester’s kids love them; they can’t wait until we have little frogs hopping about everywhere.” Rob said as he put the lid back on the fish food and stood up.

“Sounds....fun?”

“It won’t be for our gardener when he mows the lawn!” Rob chuckled and he surveyed their large garden and the brightly coloured climbing frame in the centre.

“That’s gonna be difficult to explain to the kids.”

“Chester’s job.” Rob said quickly and Ryan chuckled as they both turned to go into the house.

“I came to pick up my keyboard.”

“Oh yeah. Ok.” Rob walked through the door first and grinned. “That all?”

“Well...” Ryan stepped through the doors and slid his arms around Rob, who responded by turning in his arms. “I thought I could screw you into the couch.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s my turn to screw you.” Rob replied as Ryan went to his neck and bit the flesh. “Careful.”

Removal of the clothes began, and Ryan aggressively pulled Rob’s tee shirt over his head as he pushed the drummer backwards into the living room. Jeans and boxers were ripped unceremoniously from them both and Ryan pressed Rob down onto the couch. He licked along Rob’s jaw then down and over his Adams apple, feeling it vibrate as a groan emitted from the throat.

“Fuck me!” Rob cried out; he didn’t require all of this. He grabbed Ryan’s wrists and found his eyes. “Come on.” Ryan nodded his head as if he was just remembering what to do and he flipped Rob over onto his stomach. He stood up and paused.

“No, on your knees on the couch with your hands on the back.” He instructed and Rob obeyed.

Rob was so muscular, probably the physically fittest man Ryan had ever fucked and it was amazing; he knew why Chester was head over heels in love with this man but he was unwilling to admit he felt the same because he didn’t. Sex was just sex.

Ryan’s hands went on Rob’s firm beach tanned hips and slid upwards. Chester used to think sex was just sex; but he made the mistake of falling in love. But as Ryan slid his hands over Rob’s thick shoulders, he really couldn’t blame him.

Rob had changed Ryan, he knew it. After all this, Ryan would not be returning to the skinny, malnourished rock stars that he had become accustomed too. Nothing could be compared to sliding into Rob’s tight ass and feeling those muscles clench.

The lithe singer ran his tongue up the spine of the drummer; his skin shivered with pleasure as his nipples crazed over that firm ass and Ryan bit gently at the flesh on Rob’s shoulder.

Ryan slipped his hand round and gripped Rob, sliding his hand slowly, achingly slowly up and down as he gently began to grind his hips into Rob. Collecting the oozing liquid from Rob he touched himself, smoothing himself in what would have to pass as lubrication.

“You take your sweet merry time back there, its fine.” Rob snapped sarcastically and Ryan grinned.

“I thought Chester was the diva in your relationship.”

“Well he doesn’t leave me to get cold while he jerks off.” Rob replied and it hurt, it probably wasn’t meant to, but it did. So, Ryan gave a half-hearted attempt at preparing Rob before guiding, then shoving his cock in.

Rob arched his back with a groan and revealed the muscles that clung to his ribs and Ryan ran his hands lightly over them, as he remained tight insides. He felt Rob clench and his black painted nails gripped into hips as he withdrew and worked up a steady rhythm like slowly working through the gears on his old Triumph GT6, climbing that hill, 3rd, 4th and finally hitting that long stretch of road and sliding into 5th gear for the rest of the ride.

Rob moved back and forth onto him as things became wet very quickly, hands sliding over hot, taunt skin and he pulled Rob up so they were chest to back, hands over tanned rippled stomach, hands over those pale thighs. The singer pressed his nose into damp hair and smelled salty sweaty love.

“Jesus.” Ryan spat out as his head fell back, this almost hurt, it was that fucking good.

They were colliding, bumping down that road and finding newer gears to shift into, newer heights to reach.

Ryan was suddenly sucked through that black hole, except it was purple and pink and music notes burst from his skin as fairies danced around them while stringed instruments played and the world was perfect.

For about ten seconds, then Rob collapsed on the couch, Ryan slipped out of him and fell onto his chest, heaving in and out.

“Ok, well that was good.” Rob said and wriggled out from under Ryan. He apparently wasn’t the cuddling type.

“Better than good.” Ryan replied and sat up. Rob was moving around the room picking up Ryan’s clothes.

“There’s cum on the couch.”

“That’s yours.” Ryan replied as he pulled on his boxers. Rob cleaned up the mess just as the front door clicked and they both froze.

“Robbie!” Chester called out and they heard him walk through to the kitchen. Rob gasped out and quickly began to dress and push Ryan towards the door.

“Be right there!” Rob called and pushed Ryan into the hall.

“OK baby, I bought some groceries.” Chester said and Rob’s eyes flared open. He grasped Ryan by the still bare shoulder and shoved him into the coat cupboard under the stairs and dived in with him.

“What the hell! We nearly made it!” Ryan hissed.

“He’ll be going back out to get other bags!” Rob replied, he was pulling on his tee shirt and listening to the door with an irritated look.

“Ok, Well go distract him and I’ll slip out.” Ryan shrugged through the darkness. “I’ll come over earlier next time.”

“What? He’s finished recording the album now.” Rob answered.

“Huh?”

“He’ll be back home, he said he was gonna take me away to make up for being so busy.”

“Oh.” Ryan said through the darkness and bent down to put on his sneakers.

“He’s gone back into the kitchen.” Rob opened the door and peeked out. “Come on.” He hissed at Ryan then walked casually into the kitchen and grinned at Chester who stopped unpacking and held out his arms.

“Hello baby.” Chester greeted and then saw Ryan at the doorway and his grin widened.

“We can’t find Ryan’s keyboard.” Rob said as he slid into Chester’s arms and kissed his cheek.

“Oh, it’s in my car, I’ve been meaning to drop it off,” Chester replied, “I’ll go get it.” He gave his boyfriend a squeeze, slid past Ryan and out of the room.

“He doesn’t suspect anything.” Ryan said and didn’t like the tension between them.

“Bloody good job! It’s probably best if you don’t come around for a while, I mean, you won’t need to now anyway.” Rob turned his back on him to put food away and Ryan couldn’t figure out if he meant because the album was finished or they would no longer be fucking.

“It’s just erm... over?”

“Er yeah. It was never a serious thing. I love Chester and he loves me. You were just my little side project.”

“Oh gee thanks.”

“Sorry if you thought it was more.” Rob shrugged but looked blankly at him.

“I left it by the door.” Chester patted Ryan on the back.

“Thanks.” Ryan said and watched them cuddle, ok, so Rob did like to cuddle. He probably liked kisses too; he didn’t think they’d ever kissed. “I’ll be off.”

“Ok buddy, I’ll call you when we get the first copy of the finished product.” Chester chirped.

“Cool, thanks.” Ryan said, there was a moments silence, he gave a half wave and then left. He picked up his keyboard and decided that wasted rock stars were a much safer fuck.

“So it’s done. A few more weeks it’ll be out and we’ll be off to Australia on tour.” Chester smiled and kissed Rob softly on the lips.

“Hmmmm I can’t wait to be your little groupie.” Rob replied with a wicked grin. “You aren’t leaving me again are you?”

“No baby, I promise.”