Randominity Chronicles.
Title: Randominity Chronicles.
Author: .bennizzle.jizzle.
Fandom: Linkin Park.
Rating: NC-17
Description: Random band members in random places, randomly screwing.
1. Dedicated to the person reading this. Yes, that’s you.
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“I need a little room to breathe…” Me.
“Cuz I’m one step closer to edge.” Him.
“And I’m about to break!” Us.
“Thank you all!” Him.
We left the stage to walking to the dressing room, him before me, and I watched.
Watched the way his ass moved when he walked.
Watched the way his muscles moved under his sweat soaked dark blue Ecko t-shirt.
Watched the way his dark blue jeans hung low enough on his hips to just barely reveal the top of his blue plaid boxers.
Watched the way tiny beads of sweat formed and then slowly dripped down his neck into the back of his shirt.
Oh, the things I could do to make him sweat like that..
Great, now I’m even harder.
“Starin hard enough?” Joe asked me a little too loud for my preference. I blushed.
“Shut the fuck up,” I hissed at him. “Brad might have heard you!” I looked at the guitarist.
Hmmm.. not bad, maybe a little rounder..
“He has a nice ass. Not round enough, though,” Joe, who was practically reading my mind, cut me from my thoughts.
“Shut up, Joe.”
I never should have never told him.
You see, lately, I’ve been becoming more and more attracted to men. Mike, specifically. I don’t know if I’d call it love, but there’s something giving me the urge to throw him up against the nearest wall and ‘expand his horizons,’ if you catch my drift.
In the dressing room, we sat. Waiting.
Boredom.
And, to make matters worse, Joe would wink at me every time Mike said or did anything. It was slowly wearing at my sanity.
I rolled my eyes for the billionth time that day.
When we finally could get on the bus, that wasn’t on it way to a hotel, being that we didn’t have enough time to stop, we sat some more. Mike immediately made his way into the back studio, and I followed.
Now or never, Chazy Chaz.
Closing the door behind me, I sat beside him in a chair. “Hey.”
“Hey. Good show.”
“Yea.”
Silence.
“Mike?”
“Chaz?”
At the same time.
“You first.”
“Chaz.. I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”
“Yea…”
“Well… lately, I’ve been feeling… attracted to someone.”
“Oh?” What is he getting at?
“It’s you,” he said flat out.
“Oh.” What the fuck else was I supposed to say?
“But I’m not sure if it’s more than that or what? You know, like just the sex-deprivation that we call touring life, or my mind playing tricks on me, or…”
“Or...?”
“Or if I really do have feelings for you.”
“Is there anything I can do to help you with your decision?” Consider that Cheesy Porn Movie Quote #1 of tonight.
And I get the feeling that there’s more to cum.
“Actually…”
He didn’t even finish his sentence, but instead threw himself at me, hungrily devouring my lips, plunging his tongue into my mouth and exploring. He climbed onto my lap, poking my stomach with his distended erection.
He put his hands under my black Stone Temple Pilots shirt, playing with my nipples. Drawing back for breath, he playfully tugged at my lip ring. He reached into my baggy pants and boxers, beginning to jerk on my cock, moving up and down my swollen rod at a satisfying pace.
He forced his tongue back into my mouth. My mind was swirling with the sensations and I was moaning into the kiss, lost in events.
Then he stopped. He removed his skilled hand from my pants and detached himself from my lips. I just sat and stared as he stood, licked his full lips and smiled. “On second thought, Nah.” He left the room, turning the light off, and closing the door behind him.
My jaw dropped as I sat. Alone. And hornier than all hell.
That was it. It was over. Great.
Then the door opened and closed. Someone was in the room.
Before I knew it, there was a weight on my lap and arms were about my neck, making my neglected excitement jump. Warm lips were on mine, a hard appendage pressed up against me. The lips were thick and full, but nothing like Mike’s. I returned the kiss, far past the point of caring who it was.
I grabbed his hips and rubbed my turgid cock against him through our clothes. As he explored my mouth with his skillful tongue, I ran my hands through his thick curly fro, not even realizing that this could only be one person.
Whoever it was pulled back on my lap, and brought us to the floor with the thud. Not that either of us cared.
As I lay atop him, still kissing him, he toyed with the button and zipper of my faded blue jeans. Then he suddenly groped me and I whimpered.
“Would you like some assistance with this?” Cheesy Porn Movie Quote #2.
Not even pausing to decipher whose voice it was, I drove myself into his hand in response, he rolled me off of him and I heard clothes rustling. Suddenly, mine were gone and I was back on top of him, tongue in his mouth.
I felt his big, strong hands on my ass, brushing me up against his entrance. I ripped my mouth from his, with some difficulty.
“Lube,” I panted.
“Fuck me.”
Don’t gotta tell me twice.
I pierced into him forcefully, not pausing. I was beyond control of my body. All I could think about was how unimaginably tight he was.
I was hammering into him at a pace that surprised even me.
I know it’s not Mike, but fuck if I care.
Would you?
Didn’t think so.
“Ugh, Chester. Yes.. faster,” he said, his voice going from a moan to a scream to a whisper.
I just grunted in response, far past the point of forming coherent words.
He flipped us over so that he was riding me, which was good, because I was starting to get dizzy with my pace.
I’m guessing that he was jerking himself off, but I really could care less. The only thing on my mind was his performance on my dick.
“Ugh, Ches, Chaz, Chester, I’m.. fuck! So fucking close… fuckin… shit!” he yelled, and I felt his warmth spill forth onto me stomach.
Grabbing his hips, I thrust up into him a few more times, then filled him with my ‘yummy goodness….’
Wait! Where the hell did that come from?
Oh, yea, Sam used to call it that when she was sucking me off…
Eeeewww, what a time to think of her ugly ass…
Crawling off me, my new lover rolled and lay on the floor next to me.
After nearly two minutes of silence, I remembered that I still had no idea who this guy was.
“Umm… not to be rude, but who the hell are you?” I asked in my usual tactless manner.
“Guess.” He laughed
“Oh.” I replied, chuckling as well. “Thank you.”
“Thank you.”
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Wasn’t what you thought it would be, was it? I have nothing better to do than twist my almost predictable stories into other things. Fun!
more soon!
late.
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2. not so lonely night.
All alone while Sam’s out, Chester tries to fall asleep. He has visitors. One lonely night turns into not so lonely one.
It was Brad. Well this may or may not be better than the first.
Disclaimer: I own Chester’s bed and the vacuum cleaner. And the thesaurus that came in oh so handy in writing this fic.
Enjoy!
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10:03 pm
I tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable.
Damnit, it’s never been this hard to sleep at home, even when we’ve been on tour for nearly 5 months.
It’s Sam, the whore. Her only fuckin purpose is to keep me company. But where is she now? Probably off fucking one of her ‘friends.’
I know she’s cheating on me; I just don’t care.
The only reason I keep her around is so I won’t be lonely. But just guess what I am right now? Yep, you guessed it: Lonely.
She is so fucking fired.
Finally giving up on trying to sleep, I rolled out of bed and onto the floor.
Son of a bitch.
I detangled my legs from my dark blue satin sheets and left that God forsaken bedroom.
I walked down the dark hall, relishing the feeling of the navy blue carpet beneath my bare feet.
“Fuck,” I grumbled, feeling something prick my foot. “Someone really needs to vacuum,” I said, grabbing my foot and massaging the abused area.
Then I lost my balance, falling down to the floor, which just happened to be the top of the stairs. I rolled all the way down to the second landing. I stood and slowly limped down the rest of the stairs, scowling at nothing in particular. I went into the kitchen and made myself a drink: pineapple juice, orange juice, and vodka.
Once I downed the contents of the tall glass, I decided to vacuum, seeing as I had nothing else to do. I went back upstairs and turned my stereo on full blast, Staind’s ‘It’s been awhile’ filling my ears.
I ended up vacuuming the hallway, my bedroom, and 2 of the guest bedrooms. While I was in the third, I found a mysterious looking box in the back of the closet.
“What the-?” I stopped, realizing no one was there.
I reached towards the back of the shelf.
“Whatchadoin?” Joe sang, scaring the shit out of me.
But not literally… I’m a grown man... I’m… manly, Damnit!
Anyway…
I jumped, hitting my head on the shelf above me.
“Ouch! Son of a bitch! Joe! You scared the hell out of me. What the fuck are you doing here?” I screeched, rubbing the back of my head.
He just laughed at me as Rob walked into the room.
“We decided to come and visit you,” he said, smiling shyly.
I don’t know why he does that. He’s not shy… trust me on that one.
“Yes, we took pity upon your poor soul,” Phoenix added, walking in with a bag of cooler ranch Doritos.
“That doesn’t explain why you’re in my house,” I grunted, walking into the bathroom across the hall and eying the bump in the 3-way mirror.
I heard laughter and instantly became hard. “Mike’s here?” I asked, looking at Rob, who had followed me.
He smirked. “Yep.” And left the room.
Great, another night of silent longing and secret staring.
Or so I thought.
When I left the bathroom I heard voices coming from my bedroom and followed them. What I saw first made me even harder: Mike, laying on my blue satin sheets, limbs spread, a relaxed expression upon his features.
The rest of the guys were sitting in the chairs and leaning against something.
“Hey guys,” I said once I had finally found my voice.
“Hey,” they all responded.
“Interrupt something, did we?” Mike asked, eying my not-so-invisible excitement.
And the fact that all I was wearing was a pair of dark blue plaid pajama pants: not helping.
“No,” I said, the box in the guest room long ago forgotten.
I went into my closet and grabbed the first shirt in there. Ok, not really. I searched for a dark blue one.
“So, why are you here again?” I questioned, trying not to stare at the half Japanese picture of perfection that lay before me.
“Mike wanted to have a sleep over,” Rob replied, snagging a handful of Phoenix’s Doritos.
“Why here?”
“The bitch didn’t want anyone over, so we came over here.” Was the reply from behind me. I had moved across the room and perched on the edge of my bed.
“Oh.”
No use fighting it
“Haha, yea and when we got here, Brad almost had a heart attack!” Joe laughed, as did the rest of the guys.
“Awww, did Brad get scared? What happened?” I asked, smiling.
“A cat jumped off the roof and landed like 10 feet from him! He started screaming like a chick!” Phoenix informed me, still laughing.
“It was hilarious! He’s like, he’s like, ‘Aahh! Take him, take him!’” Joe mimicked in a high-pitched tone, hiding behind Rob.
Everyone continued to laugh and joke around, but for Mike. When I finally realized this, I turned to look at him, only to lock eyes with him.
Did I ever mention how deep and sexy his eyes are? Oh, well… very.
Damnit, just when and just when my erection was beginning to deflate…
Great.
For some reason, I felt the need to smile. And I did. But it wasn’t returned. He smirked at me and turned back to the ceiling, closing his eyes again.
Ouch.
I turned away, pretending not to be hurt. “Food?”
“Anything ya got!” Brad responded, Phoenix and Joe nodding in agreement.
“I’ll come with you,” Rob smiled, standing.
“I bet you will,” Phoenix muttered, eating the last of his chips. More laughter.
I went downstairs, glancing at Mike on my way out. And yes, he was watching me.
Rob followed me to my kitchen, which was in various shades of blue, like the rest of my house. I turned on the slightly blue tinted overhead light and walked over to the cabinet.
I was just pulling stuff out and tossing them onto the counter when I felt eyes burning into me. Turning around, I found Rob, sitting on top of the table in the middle of my kitchen, blatantly staring at me.
For a while, we just kind of stared at each other. There was something different about his gaze, though. It was... almost testing me.
I turned around, not sure about what was going on. I was starting to sweat, suddenly dreading the rest of the night. I heard a slight chuckle as I went through the snacks.
Suddenly, I felt warm but chilling breath on the back of my neck, moving up to my ear.
“Hey,” he said, his voice just above a whisper, but still in his casual manner, as though this had all happened many times before.
I swallowed hard. My body had already seized all movement. Hell, I was barely breathing.
Ok, in case I forgot to mention this, I’m a bit attracted to my band members.
“Umm… hi,” I responded, trying not to let my voice falter.
He ran his hands down my sides, stopping at my waist and turning me around. His eyes sought mine, and I stared uncertainly into his deep dark brown ones.
Wait! Is he getting closer? Holy shit balls! What do I do? What the fuck do I do?
Thick, warm lips touching to mine.
Tall, strong body forcing my backwards.
Slick, wet tongue asking for access.
Cold, hard refrigerator pressing against me.
Long, thin, yet muscular fingers entwining with mine.
He was a good kisser… but not as good as Mike. Don’t ask how I know that.
Wait.. did something just poke me on my hip? Is he… no, he can’t be. Could he?
I hesitantly pushed my hips against his.
Ok, I take it back. He is definitely excited.
A moan fell from my mouth and into his. It was returned with an even louder one from him. I moaned again, louder, wondering when this turned into a contest.
I hope the guys can’t hear us.
Just then, I heard The Foo Fighter’s ‘Everlong’ blasting upstairs.
He pulled away and clutched my stimulation through my pants, extracting a squeak from me.
Leaning in to kiss my ear, he whispered, “Don’t worry; there’s no one who can hear you scream.”
Somehow, that sent chills down my spine.
I leant my head back on the refrigerator, rendering him access to my neck, where he firmly placed his lips. I groaned and shoved my covered excitement into his hand as he began to manipulate it.
I know that this is the part where I’m supposed to say that I was so close, it wasn’t even funny, or some shit like that, but let’s be honest. When it comes to getting ‘animated,’ so to speak, I have absolutely no control over anything. But, as for the rest of it, I have more self-control than a monk who took a vow of abstinence.
He stopped and went about getting rid of his clothes, moving quickly, but still casually. When he stood before me with absolutely nothing on, he stared at me, as if to say, ‘what are you waiting for?’
I clumsily stripped down, obviously anticipating what was to happen next. He pulled me to him, grinding our hips together, allowing our cocks to touch. He was walking backwards, and next thing I knew, he was on his knees, on one of the low wooden chair in the middle of the kitchen, holding onto the backrest leaning forward a little, back facing me.
I stepped back and looked around.
“What?”
“Lube,” I mumbled.
Cuz I’ve been fucked without it before… not the best feeling in the world.
Sighing, he walked to the counter and picked up the chocolate pudding. He opened it and put some on his hands, rubbing it onto my hot swollen erection. I shivered at the cold sensation, being that the pudding was in the refrigerator less than 10 minutes ago.
“Ooh,” I moaned, the feeling being too much and not enough at the same time.
When he stopped, I looked down to find my distended excitement completely submerged
in the chilled chocolate dessert. He snaked his tongue out and licked off the very tip.
I groaned, knowing I would get no more.
Returning to his earlier position on the chair, he leaned forward some, giving me better access.
To stretch, or not to stretch?
Giving a grunt of impatience, he made up my mind for me. I gripped his shoulders and drove into him. He screamed and pushed back onto me as I continued to stab his prostate.
Thrust thrust scream.
Thrust thrust moan.
Thrust thrust whimper.
This pattern continued for quite a while until I remembered what was going on. I reached around to the front of him, but he apparently didn’t want me to jerk him off.
Feeling a little hurt but too close to care, I grabbed his hips and gave a few more thrusts before he spilt forth onto the chair and his own hand.
I think he purposely clamped down on my stiff stimulation, causing me to lose control entirely. I unconfined my cum into his ass.
“Mike!” I yelled, just realizing that the music had stopped.
I really hope no one heard any of that.
I pulled out, leaning against the refrigerator as I watched him wipe the chair and himself clean with a wet paper towel. Closing my eyes, I tried to even out my breathing, wondering what would happen next. The music upstairs was playing again.
Suddenly, he was gone. Just like that.
When I opened my eyes, I was alone, leaning against my refrigerator.
What the fuck?
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Disclaimer- I own the pool.
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Footsteps were approaching and I did my best to pretend that didn’t just happen. I hurriedly redressed and pulled some sour cream out of the refrigerator.
“What’s taking so long?” Joe asked, looking at me mischievously.
“I- ”
“Grab some sodas or beer from the fridge,” he said, picking up everything on the counter. I got some of the 2-liter sodas, a six-pack of Heineken and a bottle of tequila, following Joe upstairs.
Hmm.. he has a nice ass. The way it shakes just a little when he walks.. he probably knows he does that. I wonder what else he knows
What the hell? Why am I still horny?
I just got some... some of the best I’ve had in quite a while, actually.
When we got into the other room, Mike was on the bed with Rob, playing some stupid card game. Phoenix and Brad were joking and laughing about something or other.
“Food!” Phoenix exclaimed, jumping.
“You just had a bag of Doritos,” I sighed, shaking my head.
“And pizza at Rob’s house,” Brad added.
“And ice-cream at mine’s!” Joe tacked on, tossing a pretzel into his mouth.
“And your point is…?” Phoenix asked, his mouth full of chocolate pudding.
I smiled to myself. Chocolate pudding will never be the same. I mixed some orange soda, pineapple soda, and tequila together, taking a drink from my cup.
“Let’s play poker,” Rob suggested casually.
More talking, laughing, and poker playing went on for a while.
“Give it up, Chaz,” Brad advised. “You’re already like 500 bucks in debt.”
“You seem really distracted,” Rob added, sending a smirk my way.
“Why don’t you just sit this one out? Relax,” Mike suggested.
Rather than question his new attitude towards me, I took his advice and sat back in my chair, going back to my extremely vivid visual of the six of us playing poker naked.
Wow, this is sad.
There was laughter filling the room, snapping me, yet again, from my thoughts.
“Nut to butt resuscitation? God, Joe, you’re so gay,” Phoenix laughed.
“That’s not very appropriate,” Mike replied.
There’s the Mike I know and love.
“If he’s gay, that what the hell is Chester?”
Never mind.
I just stared at them. They never acted like this, especially Mike.
“Come on, we all know Phoenix is the faggot here,” Rob giggled. Everyone shrugged, dismissing the subject.
“I… you.” I took a deep breath and started again. “Wh- don’t you think that’s a little..”
“Fuck you guys!” Brad yelled, and rushed from the room.
They watched him leave then looked at me.
“Go after him!” Joe snapped.
“Why me?”
“Because,” Mike sighed, rolling his eyes, “it’s your house.”
I turned and left to go find Brad, following my instincts. I listened closely and heard wind blowing. I went through the den’s sliding glass doors to the patio area by the pool.
His tall hooded figure stood near the edge, staring at the chlorinated water. Slowly approaching him, I made my presence known by clearing my throat.
“Those guys are just being assholes. I don’t know what’s wrong with them. Don’t let it bother you,” I rambled, not really knowing what to say.
“Yea.” he looked at me and smiled.
“Are you-“ I started, but ended it underwater.
It took a while for me to realize that Brad had just shoved me into the pool, and I felt really stupid when I noticed the fact that I was sitting at the bottom of the water.
When I finally surfaced, I felt something pushing at my hips. Brad was in the pool as well, pushing me back until I was pressed up against the wall of the pool, his body pressed to mine.
“What- ” the rest of my question died in my mouth as his covered mine. He pawed at my lips with his tongue, his hands groping and pinching random parts of my body.
I felt the drawstring of my heavily soaked pajama bottoms being undone and his warm hand wrapping around my fully expanded arousal, tugging as hard and as quickly as the water would allow. The thought that Brad was jerking me off in my own pool while the rest of my best friends were upstairs, unbeknownst, crossed my mind, but quickly left my conscious thoughts as I began to thrust into his hand with a complete lack of coordination.
Hey, we were underwater. I was allowed to be at least a little bit off.
Somehow, we were flipped so that I was slamming him up against the wall, my eyes squeezed shut as I dry-humped one of my best friends.
The realization that this wasn’t really dry humping, being that we were in a pool struck me, but I ignored it. Too much thinking during sexual activity is never a good thing.
In retrospect, I realize that perhaps we shouldn’t have been kissing while doing this. He kept biting down on my tongue with the force of my intense thrusts.
I was going insane due to the feeling that the front of Brad’s jeans were providing to my extremely exposed and extremely excited… excitement. Our moans died into each others mouths as our heavy make out session continued.
I suddenly felt Brad let out a long and low moan; I knew he had come. I finally decided to hold back no longer and tainted the front of Brad’s jeans. Suddenly, I was glad we were in the pool.
When I finally broke away from our bruising 15-minute kiss, Brad simply swam to the ladder and climbed out of the pool, grinning before he stepped into the house.
So there I was, third night home from yet another tour, treading in my own pool, water clouded with my own cum, dick out of my dark blue pajama pants, alone, looking like a complete moron. Fun.
Laughter reached my ears, and I looked to the still-opened door to the den. Four confused yet smiling faces greeted me. “What are you doing?” Joe asked.
I quickly put my treasured belonging back into my pants, hoping no one noticed.
“You can get out now, you know,” Phoenix called.
Blushing, I made my way to the ladder, lifted myself up, and led the way inside, feeling their eyes on me.
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anyway… ummm. yea.
next installment eventually.
late.
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Dedicated to my slash-loving lesbian. ^-^
disclaimer- I own little black fuzzy toe socks.
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“Umm... you can take a shower if you want,” I said to Brad, suddenly picturing him doing just that. The hot water running down his tall, thin, yet chiseled frame. The steamy liquid traveling from his chest to his hard stomach down to his even harder-
I was ripped from my more than slightly arousing moment by a gummibear that Rob had thrown at me. “Spacing out a little? What’s up with you tonight?”
I just stared at him. I shook my head and followed Brad out of the room and into the hallway. He quickly walked into the bathroom and shut the door as I went to the downstairs bathroom and did the same. That and maybe get rid of my new excitement...
3rd time tonight! This is getting ridiculous.
Looks like I’ll have to take care of it myself this time.. I thought sadly as I stepped under the spray of warm water. Never could stand it too hot. The calming effect that showers always have on me immediately took over, and I willingly pushed aside all the confusion brought on in the past few hours.
That is, until I felt a breeze of air from the entrance of the shower. Apparently I had company. And it just happened to be the moment after I had gripped myself. When I turned, however, I saw no one.
What the fuck? I was sure that-
I gasped loudly as I brushed against soft and wet. And warm beyond belief. Phoenix was on his knees before me, licking the very tip of my be-handed erection.
“Wh- ” My speech was lost as he practically devoured me, causing me to growl and let him do all the work. I leaned against the cold, wet wall of the shower, which contrasted to the heat radiating from his tongue.
“Ugh,” I grunted. He gave his all, rubbing and licking with his hands and tongue, using his teeth when necessary. I shivered and almost fell when he licked the area just below the head of my dick.
This was a particularly surprising moment of that night. Sure, he’s a good bassist, but he could be a professional at giving head.
“Fuck, Mi- Phoenix!” I moaned, barely catching my mistake. I threw my head back, smacking it against the moist wall of the shower, although pain was certainly the last thing on my mind at that point.
He ran his tongue under my head again and poked at the small hole on my tip. I moaned loudly as I came, my legs shaking with pleasure.
Afterwards he stood, wiping my remains from his lips with the back of his right hand. He threw a knowing grin at me and was gone before I could say anything.
What the fuck?
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Sorry you had to wait so long for such shit. Many apologies, my loves.
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Hello, my lovelies. I have returned, once again. Even though I didn’t go anywhere. Sorry it took this long. hopefully it won’t suck as much as the last installment. {hides} and thanks reviewers! Love you all!
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I finished washing and got out of the shower, suddenly realizing that I had brought to change of clothes. Damn, I thought and dried off before wrapping the towel around my waist. I left the bathroom and ascended the stairs, now very glad that I had vacuumed earlier.
I strolled into my room, glancing at the people inside before I went over to my dresser and retrieved a fresh pair of gray and black-checkered pajama pants from my drawer. Sure, I wear boxers, but not always. I walked into my closet and closed the door, flicking on the light.
My room was a bit quiet after a while and when I emerged, Joe was alone on my bed.
“Where did everyone go?” I asked, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. He made a humming noise and slowly approached me. His hands touched my cheeks and he smirked at me before leaning in. he removed his hand and replaced it with his lips. They trailed down my neck towards my chest.
No tongue. Not teeth. Just lips.
And it was the most sensual kissing I’ve ever experienced.
He knew exactly what he was doing. He stood close, entirely invading my personal space, but not even touching me. His surprisingly soft lips caressed all the skin exposed by my black wife beater.
He stepped back and mouthed the words “Off.”
And just like that, my beater was gone. How can I be so desperate? Of course, Mr. Kinnish down there is a love machine. He’s always game.
And yes, that is how I refer to him in public. I’m a guy. Shut up.
“Bed,” he mouthed. And I fell onto said item. He removed the pajama pants that I had just barely put on and crawled atop me, still managing not to touch me.
That man is one strange cookie.
The lips were once again on me. The claimed my shoulder, Chester, stomach, hips, thighs, and balls. Completely skipping the nipples and Mr. Kinnish.
Suddenly, all I could think of were his clothes. I wanted them off. They had to go. I began to wonder if I was mad, his clothes being the only thing on my mind at a time like that.
He stood before me and took them off, teasing me a little. He was taking way too long and he still wasn’t touching me. When he was done, we just stared at each other. I was lying on the bed, and he was standing in front of me, both of us naked, both itching to touch one another. Or perhaps that was just me.
I stood up and shakily stepped towards him, caressing his chest and stomach slightly. His tensed stiffened under my touch, the rhythm of his breathing vaguely thrown off. “Bed,” he murmured.
Again, I laid down, flat on my back. He placed his body above mine, so that his face hovered above my cock, mine below his.
‘This should be interesting,’ I remember thinking.
He kissed me again, the simplicity and sensuality of the situation making me shiver. He trailed from my belly button down towards my abandoned erection. he touched around it, never really giving me contact where I needed it most.
I suddenly remembered that I was supposed to be doing something, and looked up at his hardness, thinking of all the things I could do. A reminder of what Rob had done earlier came back to me and I licked the tip of his cock. This caused him to falter and his cheek brushed up against me. Never before had I been that grateful for human contact.
He began to kiss up and down my shaft, his caresses not even allowing me to think straight. I wanted more from him, I wanted less from him. I wanted more teasing, but at the same time, I wanted to cum. I tried to recall what Phoenix had done before, but all I could remember was a lot of wetness and heat.
I took him into my mouth as far as I could. And in a perfect world, he would have taken a hint and returned the favor. He didn’t.
I sucked as hard as I could, using my tongue as much as I wished he would. And he touched me softly, persistent with his torture. I groaned around his swollen rod, feeling his tense considerably.
My mind wandered as to whether I should swallow or let him come all over my face. I decided the latter might freak him out a little. Or a lot. Or he could lick it off..
Thinking these things brought me ever closer to my orgasm, and I think he sensed it. Finally, he took me into his mouth. And even though it only the tip, it was the happiest moment in mind at the time. I suck on him harder, thoroughly using my tongue. My teeth grazed his underside and he shivered. My mouth tightened around him and I gave in, allowing myself to be swallowed in my own pleasure. My cum filled his mouth as his filled mine.
I tried my best to swallow and avoid dribbling all over the place like an infant. He, of course, swallowed expertly and moved himself from above me.
I decided that this time, I would say something before he left, but as I opened my mouth, I realized that I had no idea of what to say. Suck much. He patted my stomach lightly, smiling before he grabbed his things and left.
That was odd. What’s next? A fucking orgy?
Of course, the real answer was obvious. But I couldn’t let myself get excited about it, not just yet.
So I put the pajama bottoms back on and left the beater on the floor, rolling over and drifting right off.
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Ok, I might as well just say that I don’t like it that much. But how about you?
Update on something within the next week.
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Wwooooooooo!! I’ve given up on trying to have updates on time. Oh well. Last installment on the second piece of The Randominity Chronicles. The third piece will show up sometime in the near future.
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I awoke feeling weird. You know the feeling when you know someone’s staring at you? Yea, that one.
I squinted at the clock. The numbers huge, but I could still just barely make them out. 2:00 am.
I groaned and rolled over, looking to see if everything was as it should be. It was. That is, except for the fact that I could feel the weight of someone else on the bed. Slowly I turned to look at the figure, knowing very well whom it was.
“Whatcha doin?” he asked me.
“Well,” I cleared my throat. “I was sleeping, but now… I’m talking to you.”
“What are you thinking about?” Now he sounds like a woman. Why do they always ask that?
“What makes you think I’m thinking?”
“You hesitated, which means you weren’t really concentrating on me.”
“Oh… well, it’s not important.”
“So you admit it?”
“Not like I can deny it…”
“What is it, then?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know.”
“Why are you so bent on knowing my thoughts suddenly?”
“Why are you so bent on hiding them from me suddenly?” He had a point. “Besides,” he continued. “It’s not like your friends have suddenly went on a crazed sex spree and decided to all disappear afterwards.” He’d known all along.
“And why on Earth would they do a thing like that?”
He sat up and stared at me. “You don’t know?”
I hesitated, searching my mind for what it was I should have known. “…No.”
He stood up, dragging me out of my room and into the wide hallway. We stopped in front of the answering machine and he pressed the button.
“Monday, July 14, 10:15 pm. ‘Chester…’” my wife’s annoying voice rang out. “ ‘I know about your little extra-marital escapades with your idiot friends. Anna told me all about you and your get-togethers, where you write some music then fuck each other. Well guess what? You’re fired! You’ll hear from my lawyer. That damned prenupt won’t stop me from wringing every little penny out of your lying, cheating little-’ BEEP.”
I stared at the small contraption, a slow smile creeping on my face. I was doing a good job of suppressing my giggles until I looked back at Mike. Then I nearly died of laughter. “Saved me the trouble,” I told him over my shoulder as he pushed me into my room, shutting the door behind us.
“So… between the 5 of us, who’s the best fuck?” he asked, lying down on my bed.
“I wouldn’t know,” I slowly made my way to the bed, which was in the middle of the room. I leaned against the headboard and looked down at him. “I can only recall having sexual encounter with four of them,” I lied slyly.
He smirked. “And what is it you plan to do about that?” So innocent he pretended to be.
“Well, I plan to have you fuck me so hard that I won’t be able to see straight for days and then pass out until about noon and then forget who’s the best fuck, so that we’ll have to do it all over again,” I smiled.
“Oh, so that’s your plan?”
“It is.”
“Well. Do what you must,” he said. It was a game we played; trying to see who could hold out the longest.
I leisurely strolled over and lay next to him. My legs were spread out and I gazed at him through half-lidded eyes. “Mmmm…” I moaned, beginning to touch myself through the soft cotton.
His gaze hardened, as well as something else. I could tell he was barely keeping his composure. His eyes were glued to my hand as I moved it up and down, slowly rubbing my dick. His chest was moving unevenly, as if he kept forgetting to breathe.
“Mike…” I said his name in the way he once told me no one else could. My eyes slid shut and I thrust up into my hand, amazed at my own giganticism.
My eyes opened again and as soon as they fixed on him, he jumped into motion, ripping off his own clothes awkwardly before removing my pajama bottoms. And I continued to pleasure myself all the while. He froze again, watching me intently.
“Mike,” I whispered, bringing him back into motion. I love the games we play.
And then he was snatching my hands away from my crotch and holding them hostage above my head. I tried to tug my hands back down, simply for the sake of struggling, then lifted myself up to wrap my legs around his waist, rubbing my cock against his stomach in the process. He looked down at me, a strange but familiar glow in his eyes.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he said, still giving me that look.
“Liar.” I glared, grinding against him some more. He smirked while aligning his hot swollen erection with my opening. He paused again and I lost my patience, wriggling around so that he impaled me about halfway.
“Impatient fucker,” he mumbled, beginning to move within me. But I barely heard him as I concentrated on the unsurprising pain pain attached to a burning sensation that could make me cum all on its own. Somehow, I managed to contain myself, begging Mike to fuck me harder. He was being excruciatingly gentle and refused to speed up.
“Mike, you ass fungus,” I groaned, moving my hips in attempt to get my point across. He moved in and out of me at a slightly faster pace and I moaned, running my hands up and down his back. His nails dug into the skin of my hips and I couldn’t help but enjoy it. I moaned his name, scraping my nails across his chest. He grunted in response, leaning in to kiss and lick at my neck, speeding up a little bit more.
...{shudders} I hate this fic now. It's so... bad.
Please, Please don't review.
Author: .bennizzle.jizzle.
Fandom: Linkin Park.
Rating: NC-17
Description: Random band members in random places, randomly screwing.
1. Dedicated to the person reading this. Yes, that’s you.
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“I need a little room to breathe…” Me.
“Cuz I’m one step closer to edge.” Him.
“And I’m about to break!” Us.
“Thank you all!” Him.
We left the stage to walking to the dressing room, him before me, and I watched.
Watched the way his ass moved when he walked.
Watched the way his muscles moved under his sweat soaked dark blue Ecko t-shirt.
Watched the way his dark blue jeans hung low enough on his hips to just barely reveal the top of his blue plaid boxers.
Watched the way tiny beads of sweat formed and then slowly dripped down his neck into the back of his shirt.
Oh, the things I could do to make him sweat like that..
Great, now I’m even harder.
“Starin hard enough?” Joe asked me a little too loud for my preference. I blushed.
“Shut the fuck up,” I hissed at him. “Brad might have heard you!” I looked at the guitarist.
Hmmm.. not bad, maybe a little rounder..
“He has a nice ass. Not round enough, though,” Joe, who was practically reading my mind, cut me from my thoughts.
“Shut up, Joe.”
I never should have never told him.
You see, lately, I’ve been becoming more and more attracted to men. Mike, specifically. I don’t know if I’d call it love, but there’s something giving me the urge to throw him up against the nearest wall and ‘expand his horizons,’ if you catch my drift.
In the dressing room, we sat. Waiting.
Boredom.
And, to make matters worse, Joe would wink at me every time Mike said or did anything. It was slowly wearing at my sanity.
I rolled my eyes for the billionth time that day.
When we finally could get on the bus, that wasn’t on it way to a hotel, being that we didn’t have enough time to stop, we sat some more. Mike immediately made his way into the back studio, and I followed.
Now or never, Chazy Chaz.
Closing the door behind me, I sat beside him in a chair. “Hey.”
“Hey. Good show.”
“Yea.”
Silence.
“Mike?”
“Chaz?”
At the same time.
“You first.”
“Chaz.. I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”
“Yea…”
“Well… lately, I’ve been feeling… attracted to someone.”
“Oh?” What is he getting at?
“It’s you,” he said flat out.
“Oh.” What the fuck else was I supposed to say?
“But I’m not sure if it’s more than that or what? You know, like just the sex-deprivation that we call touring life, or my mind playing tricks on me, or…”
“Or...?”
“Or if I really do have feelings for you.”
“Is there anything I can do to help you with your decision?” Consider that Cheesy Porn Movie Quote #1 of tonight.
And I get the feeling that there’s more to cum.
“Actually…”
He didn’t even finish his sentence, but instead threw himself at me, hungrily devouring my lips, plunging his tongue into my mouth and exploring. He climbed onto my lap, poking my stomach with his distended erection.
He put his hands under my black Stone Temple Pilots shirt, playing with my nipples. Drawing back for breath, he playfully tugged at my lip ring. He reached into my baggy pants and boxers, beginning to jerk on my cock, moving up and down my swollen rod at a satisfying pace.
He forced his tongue back into my mouth. My mind was swirling with the sensations and I was moaning into the kiss, lost in events.
Then he stopped. He removed his skilled hand from my pants and detached himself from my lips. I just sat and stared as he stood, licked his full lips and smiled. “On second thought, Nah.” He left the room, turning the light off, and closing the door behind him.
My jaw dropped as I sat. Alone. And hornier than all hell.
That was it. It was over. Great.
Then the door opened and closed. Someone was in the room.
Before I knew it, there was a weight on my lap and arms were about my neck, making my neglected excitement jump. Warm lips were on mine, a hard appendage pressed up against me. The lips were thick and full, but nothing like Mike’s. I returned the kiss, far past the point of caring who it was.
I grabbed his hips and rubbed my turgid cock against him through our clothes. As he explored my mouth with his skillful tongue, I ran my hands through his thick curly fro, not even realizing that this could only be one person.
Whoever it was pulled back on my lap, and brought us to the floor with the thud. Not that either of us cared.
As I lay atop him, still kissing him, he toyed with the button and zipper of my faded blue jeans. Then he suddenly groped me and I whimpered.
“Would you like some assistance with this?” Cheesy Porn Movie Quote #2.
Not even pausing to decipher whose voice it was, I drove myself into his hand in response, he rolled me off of him and I heard clothes rustling. Suddenly, mine were gone and I was back on top of him, tongue in his mouth.
I felt his big, strong hands on my ass, brushing me up against his entrance. I ripped my mouth from his, with some difficulty.
“Lube,” I panted.
“Fuck me.”
Don’t gotta tell me twice.
I pierced into him forcefully, not pausing. I was beyond control of my body. All I could think about was how unimaginably tight he was.
I was hammering into him at a pace that surprised even me.
I know it’s not Mike, but fuck if I care.
Would you?
Didn’t think so.
“Ugh, Chester. Yes.. faster,” he said, his voice going from a moan to a scream to a whisper.
I just grunted in response, far past the point of forming coherent words.
He flipped us over so that he was riding me, which was good, because I was starting to get dizzy with my pace.
I’m guessing that he was jerking himself off, but I really could care less. The only thing on my mind was his performance on my dick.
“Ugh, Ches, Chaz, Chester, I’m.. fuck! So fucking close… fuckin… shit!” he yelled, and I felt his warmth spill forth onto me stomach.
Grabbing his hips, I thrust up into him a few more times, then filled him with my ‘yummy goodness….’
Wait! Where the hell did that come from?
Oh, yea, Sam used to call it that when she was sucking me off…
Eeeewww, what a time to think of her ugly ass…
Crawling off me, my new lover rolled and lay on the floor next to me.
After nearly two minutes of silence, I remembered that I still had no idea who this guy was.
“Umm… not to be rude, but who the hell are you?” I asked in my usual tactless manner.
“Guess.” He laughed
“Oh.” I replied, chuckling as well. “Thank you.”
“Thank you.”
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Wasn’t what you thought it would be, was it? I have nothing better to do than twist my almost predictable stories into other things. Fun!
more soon!
late.
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2. not so lonely night.
All alone while Sam’s out, Chester tries to fall asleep. He has visitors. One lonely night turns into not so lonely one.
It was Brad. Well this may or may not be better than the first.
Disclaimer: I own Chester’s bed and the vacuum cleaner. And the thesaurus that came in oh so handy in writing this fic.
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10:03 pm
I tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable.
Damnit, it’s never been this hard to sleep at home, even when we’ve been on tour for nearly 5 months.
It’s Sam, the whore. Her only fuckin purpose is to keep me company. But where is she now? Probably off fucking one of her ‘friends.’
I know she’s cheating on me; I just don’t care.
The only reason I keep her around is so I won’t be lonely. But just guess what I am right now? Yep, you guessed it: Lonely.
She is so fucking fired.
Finally giving up on trying to sleep, I rolled out of bed and onto the floor.
Son of a bitch.
I detangled my legs from my dark blue satin sheets and left that God forsaken bedroom.
I walked down the dark hall, relishing the feeling of the navy blue carpet beneath my bare feet.
“Fuck,” I grumbled, feeling something prick my foot. “Someone really needs to vacuum,” I said, grabbing my foot and massaging the abused area.
Then I lost my balance, falling down to the floor, which just happened to be the top of the stairs. I rolled all the way down to the second landing. I stood and slowly limped down the rest of the stairs, scowling at nothing in particular. I went into the kitchen and made myself a drink: pineapple juice, orange juice, and vodka.
Once I downed the contents of the tall glass, I decided to vacuum, seeing as I had nothing else to do. I went back upstairs and turned my stereo on full blast, Staind’s ‘It’s been awhile’ filling my ears.
I ended up vacuuming the hallway, my bedroom, and 2 of the guest bedrooms. While I was in the third, I found a mysterious looking box in the back of the closet.
“What the-?” I stopped, realizing no one was there.
I reached towards the back of the shelf.
“Whatchadoin?” Joe sang, scaring the shit out of me.
But not literally… I’m a grown man... I’m… manly, Damnit!
Anyway…
I jumped, hitting my head on the shelf above me.
“Ouch! Son of a bitch! Joe! You scared the hell out of me. What the fuck are you doing here?” I screeched, rubbing the back of my head.
He just laughed at me as Rob walked into the room.
“We decided to come and visit you,” he said, smiling shyly.
I don’t know why he does that. He’s not shy… trust me on that one.
“Yes, we took pity upon your poor soul,” Phoenix added, walking in with a bag of cooler ranch Doritos.
“That doesn’t explain why you’re in my house,” I grunted, walking into the bathroom across the hall and eying the bump in the 3-way mirror.
I heard laughter and instantly became hard. “Mike’s here?” I asked, looking at Rob, who had followed me.
He smirked. “Yep.” And left the room.
Great, another night of silent longing and secret staring.
Or so I thought.
When I left the bathroom I heard voices coming from my bedroom and followed them. What I saw first made me even harder: Mike, laying on my blue satin sheets, limbs spread, a relaxed expression upon his features.
The rest of the guys were sitting in the chairs and leaning against something.
“Hey guys,” I said once I had finally found my voice.
“Hey,” they all responded.
“Interrupt something, did we?” Mike asked, eying my not-so-invisible excitement.
And the fact that all I was wearing was a pair of dark blue plaid pajama pants: not helping.
“No,” I said, the box in the guest room long ago forgotten.
I went into my closet and grabbed the first shirt in there. Ok, not really. I searched for a dark blue one.
“So, why are you here again?” I questioned, trying not to stare at the half Japanese picture of perfection that lay before me.
“Mike wanted to have a sleep over,” Rob replied, snagging a handful of Phoenix’s Doritos.
“Why here?”
“The bitch didn’t want anyone over, so we came over here.” Was the reply from behind me. I had moved across the room and perched on the edge of my bed.
“Oh.”
No use fighting it
“Haha, yea and when we got here, Brad almost had a heart attack!” Joe laughed, as did the rest of the guys.
“Awww, did Brad get scared? What happened?” I asked, smiling.
“A cat jumped off the roof and landed like 10 feet from him! He started screaming like a chick!” Phoenix informed me, still laughing.
“It was hilarious! He’s like, he’s like, ‘Aahh! Take him, take him!’” Joe mimicked in a high-pitched tone, hiding behind Rob.
Everyone continued to laugh and joke around, but for Mike. When I finally realized this, I turned to look at him, only to lock eyes with him.
Did I ever mention how deep and sexy his eyes are? Oh, well… very.
Damnit, just when and just when my erection was beginning to deflate…
Great.
For some reason, I felt the need to smile. And I did. But it wasn’t returned. He smirked at me and turned back to the ceiling, closing his eyes again.
Ouch.
I turned away, pretending not to be hurt. “Food?”
“Anything ya got!” Brad responded, Phoenix and Joe nodding in agreement.
“I’ll come with you,” Rob smiled, standing.
“I bet you will,” Phoenix muttered, eating the last of his chips. More laughter.
I went downstairs, glancing at Mike on my way out. And yes, he was watching me.
Rob followed me to my kitchen, which was in various shades of blue, like the rest of my house. I turned on the slightly blue tinted overhead light and walked over to the cabinet.
I was just pulling stuff out and tossing them onto the counter when I felt eyes burning into me. Turning around, I found Rob, sitting on top of the table in the middle of my kitchen, blatantly staring at me.
For a while, we just kind of stared at each other. There was something different about his gaze, though. It was... almost testing me.
I turned around, not sure about what was going on. I was starting to sweat, suddenly dreading the rest of the night. I heard a slight chuckle as I went through the snacks.
Suddenly, I felt warm but chilling breath on the back of my neck, moving up to my ear.
“Hey,” he said, his voice just above a whisper, but still in his casual manner, as though this had all happened many times before.
I swallowed hard. My body had already seized all movement. Hell, I was barely breathing.
Ok, in case I forgot to mention this, I’m a bit attracted to my band members.
“Umm… hi,” I responded, trying not to let my voice falter.
He ran his hands down my sides, stopping at my waist and turning me around. His eyes sought mine, and I stared uncertainly into his deep dark brown ones.
Wait! Is he getting closer? Holy shit balls! What do I do? What the fuck do I do?
Thick, warm lips touching to mine.
Tall, strong body forcing my backwards.
Slick, wet tongue asking for access.
Cold, hard refrigerator pressing against me.
Long, thin, yet muscular fingers entwining with mine.
He was a good kisser… but not as good as Mike. Don’t ask how I know that.
Wait.. did something just poke me on my hip? Is he… no, he can’t be. Could he?
I hesitantly pushed my hips against his.
Ok, I take it back. He is definitely excited.
A moan fell from my mouth and into his. It was returned with an even louder one from him. I moaned again, louder, wondering when this turned into a contest.
I hope the guys can’t hear us.
Just then, I heard The Foo Fighter’s ‘Everlong’ blasting upstairs.
He pulled away and clutched my stimulation through my pants, extracting a squeak from me.
Leaning in to kiss my ear, he whispered, “Don’t worry; there’s no one who can hear you scream.”
Somehow, that sent chills down my spine.
I leant my head back on the refrigerator, rendering him access to my neck, where he firmly placed his lips. I groaned and shoved my covered excitement into his hand as he began to manipulate it.
I know that this is the part where I’m supposed to say that I was so close, it wasn’t even funny, or some shit like that, but let’s be honest. When it comes to getting ‘animated,’ so to speak, I have absolutely no control over anything. But, as for the rest of it, I have more self-control than a monk who took a vow of abstinence.
He stopped and went about getting rid of his clothes, moving quickly, but still casually. When he stood before me with absolutely nothing on, he stared at me, as if to say, ‘what are you waiting for?’
I clumsily stripped down, obviously anticipating what was to happen next. He pulled me to him, grinding our hips together, allowing our cocks to touch. He was walking backwards, and next thing I knew, he was on his knees, on one of the low wooden chair in the middle of the kitchen, holding onto the backrest leaning forward a little, back facing me.
I stepped back and looked around.
“What?”
“Lube,” I mumbled.
Cuz I’ve been fucked without it before… not the best feeling in the world.
Sighing, he walked to the counter and picked up the chocolate pudding. He opened it and put some on his hands, rubbing it onto my hot swollen erection. I shivered at the cold sensation, being that the pudding was in the refrigerator less than 10 minutes ago.
“Ooh,” I moaned, the feeling being too much and not enough at the same time.
When he stopped, I looked down to find my distended excitement completely submerged
in the chilled chocolate dessert. He snaked his tongue out and licked off the very tip.
I groaned, knowing I would get no more.
Returning to his earlier position on the chair, he leaned forward some, giving me better access.
To stretch, or not to stretch?
Giving a grunt of impatience, he made up my mind for me. I gripped his shoulders and drove into him. He screamed and pushed back onto me as I continued to stab his prostate.
Thrust thrust scream.
Thrust thrust moan.
Thrust thrust whimper.
This pattern continued for quite a while until I remembered what was going on. I reached around to the front of him, but he apparently didn’t want me to jerk him off.
Feeling a little hurt but too close to care, I grabbed his hips and gave a few more thrusts before he spilt forth onto the chair and his own hand.
I think he purposely clamped down on my stiff stimulation, causing me to lose control entirely. I unconfined my cum into his ass.
“Mike!” I yelled, just realizing that the music had stopped.
I really hope no one heard any of that.
I pulled out, leaning against the refrigerator as I watched him wipe the chair and himself clean with a wet paper towel. Closing my eyes, I tried to even out my breathing, wondering what would happen next. The music upstairs was playing again.
Suddenly, he was gone. Just like that.
When I opened my eyes, I was alone, leaning against my refrigerator.
What the fuck?
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Disclaimer- I own the pool.
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Footsteps were approaching and I did my best to pretend that didn’t just happen. I hurriedly redressed and pulled some sour cream out of the refrigerator.
“What’s taking so long?” Joe asked, looking at me mischievously.
“I- ”
“Grab some sodas or beer from the fridge,” he said, picking up everything on the counter. I got some of the 2-liter sodas, a six-pack of Heineken and a bottle of tequila, following Joe upstairs.
Hmm.. he has a nice ass. The way it shakes just a little when he walks.. he probably knows he does that. I wonder what else he knows
What the hell? Why am I still horny?
I just got some... some of the best I’ve had in quite a while, actually.
When we got into the other room, Mike was on the bed with Rob, playing some stupid card game. Phoenix and Brad were joking and laughing about something or other.
“Food!” Phoenix exclaimed, jumping.
“You just had a bag of Doritos,” I sighed, shaking my head.
“And pizza at Rob’s house,” Brad added.
“And ice-cream at mine’s!” Joe tacked on, tossing a pretzel into his mouth.
“And your point is…?” Phoenix asked, his mouth full of chocolate pudding.
I smiled to myself. Chocolate pudding will never be the same. I mixed some orange soda, pineapple soda, and tequila together, taking a drink from my cup.
“Let’s play poker,” Rob suggested casually.
More talking, laughing, and poker playing went on for a while.
“Give it up, Chaz,” Brad advised. “You’re already like 500 bucks in debt.”
“You seem really distracted,” Rob added, sending a smirk my way.
“Why don’t you just sit this one out? Relax,” Mike suggested.
Rather than question his new attitude towards me, I took his advice and sat back in my chair, going back to my extremely vivid visual of the six of us playing poker naked.
Wow, this is sad.
There was laughter filling the room, snapping me, yet again, from my thoughts.
“Nut to butt resuscitation? God, Joe, you’re so gay,” Phoenix laughed.
“That’s not very appropriate,” Mike replied.
There’s the Mike I know and love.
“If he’s gay, that what the hell is Chester?”
Never mind.
I just stared at them. They never acted like this, especially Mike.
“Come on, we all know Phoenix is the faggot here,” Rob giggled. Everyone shrugged, dismissing the subject.
“I… you.” I took a deep breath and started again. “Wh- don’t you think that’s a little..”
“Fuck you guys!” Brad yelled, and rushed from the room.
They watched him leave then looked at me.
“Go after him!” Joe snapped.
“Why me?”
“Because,” Mike sighed, rolling his eyes, “it’s your house.”
I turned and left to go find Brad, following my instincts. I listened closely and heard wind blowing. I went through the den’s sliding glass doors to the patio area by the pool.
His tall hooded figure stood near the edge, staring at the chlorinated water. Slowly approaching him, I made my presence known by clearing my throat.
“Those guys are just being assholes. I don’t know what’s wrong with them. Don’t let it bother you,” I rambled, not really knowing what to say.
“Yea.” he looked at me and smiled.
“Are you-“ I started, but ended it underwater.
It took a while for me to realize that Brad had just shoved me into the pool, and I felt really stupid when I noticed the fact that I was sitting at the bottom of the water.
When I finally surfaced, I felt something pushing at my hips. Brad was in the pool as well, pushing me back until I was pressed up against the wall of the pool, his body pressed to mine.
“What- ” the rest of my question died in my mouth as his covered mine. He pawed at my lips with his tongue, his hands groping and pinching random parts of my body.
I felt the drawstring of my heavily soaked pajama bottoms being undone and his warm hand wrapping around my fully expanded arousal, tugging as hard and as quickly as the water would allow. The thought that Brad was jerking me off in my own pool while the rest of my best friends were upstairs, unbeknownst, crossed my mind, but quickly left my conscious thoughts as I began to thrust into his hand with a complete lack of coordination.
Hey, we were underwater. I was allowed to be at least a little bit off.
Somehow, we were flipped so that I was slamming him up against the wall, my eyes squeezed shut as I dry-humped one of my best friends.
The realization that this wasn’t really dry humping, being that we were in a pool struck me, but I ignored it. Too much thinking during sexual activity is never a good thing.
In retrospect, I realize that perhaps we shouldn’t have been kissing while doing this. He kept biting down on my tongue with the force of my intense thrusts.
I was going insane due to the feeling that the front of Brad’s jeans were providing to my extremely exposed and extremely excited… excitement. Our moans died into each others mouths as our heavy make out session continued.
I suddenly felt Brad let out a long and low moan; I knew he had come. I finally decided to hold back no longer and tainted the front of Brad’s jeans. Suddenly, I was glad we were in the pool.
When I finally broke away from our bruising 15-minute kiss, Brad simply swam to the ladder and climbed out of the pool, grinning before he stepped into the house.
So there I was, third night home from yet another tour, treading in my own pool, water clouded with my own cum, dick out of my dark blue pajama pants, alone, looking like a complete moron. Fun.
Laughter reached my ears, and I looked to the still-opened door to the den. Four confused yet smiling faces greeted me. “What are you doing?” Joe asked.
I quickly put my treasured belonging back into my pants, hoping no one noticed.
“You can get out now, you know,” Phoenix called.
Blushing, I made my way to the ladder, lifted myself up, and led the way inside, feeling their eyes on me.
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anyway… ummm. yea.
next installment eventually.
late.
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Dedicated to my slash-loving lesbian. ^-^
disclaimer- I own little black fuzzy toe socks.
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“Umm... you can take a shower if you want,” I said to Brad, suddenly picturing him doing just that. The hot water running down his tall, thin, yet chiseled frame. The steamy liquid traveling from his chest to his hard stomach down to his even harder-
I was ripped from my more than slightly arousing moment by a gummibear that Rob had thrown at me. “Spacing out a little? What’s up with you tonight?”
I just stared at him. I shook my head and followed Brad out of the room and into the hallway. He quickly walked into the bathroom and shut the door as I went to the downstairs bathroom and did the same. That and maybe get rid of my new excitement...
3rd time tonight! This is getting ridiculous.
Looks like I’ll have to take care of it myself this time.. I thought sadly as I stepped under the spray of warm water. Never could stand it too hot. The calming effect that showers always have on me immediately took over, and I willingly pushed aside all the confusion brought on in the past few hours.
That is, until I felt a breeze of air from the entrance of the shower. Apparently I had company. And it just happened to be the moment after I had gripped myself. When I turned, however, I saw no one.
What the fuck? I was sure that-
I gasped loudly as I brushed against soft and wet. And warm beyond belief. Phoenix was on his knees before me, licking the very tip of my be-handed erection.
“Wh- ” My speech was lost as he practically devoured me, causing me to growl and let him do all the work. I leaned against the cold, wet wall of the shower, which contrasted to the heat radiating from his tongue.
“Ugh,” I grunted. He gave his all, rubbing and licking with his hands and tongue, using his teeth when necessary. I shivered and almost fell when he licked the area just below the head of my dick.
This was a particularly surprising moment of that night. Sure, he’s a good bassist, but he could be a professional at giving head.
“Fuck, Mi- Phoenix!” I moaned, barely catching my mistake. I threw my head back, smacking it against the moist wall of the shower, although pain was certainly the last thing on my mind at that point.
He ran his tongue under my head again and poked at the small hole on my tip. I moaned loudly as I came, my legs shaking with pleasure.
Afterwards he stood, wiping my remains from his lips with the back of his right hand. He threw a knowing grin at me and was gone before I could say anything.
What the fuck?
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Sorry you had to wait so long for such shit. Many apologies, my loves.
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Hello, my lovelies. I have returned, once again. Even though I didn’t go anywhere. Sorry it took this long. hopefully it won’t suck as much as the last installment. {hides} and thanks reviewers! Love you all!
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I finished washing and got out of the shower, suddenly realizing that I had brought to change of clothes. Damn, I thought and dried off before wrapping the towel around my waist. I left the bathroom and ascended the stairs, now very glad that I had vacuumed earlier.
I strolled into my room, glancing at the people inside before I went over to my dresser and retrieved a fresh pair of gray and black-checkered pajama pants from my drawer. Sure, I wear boxers, but not always. I walked into my closet and closed the door, flicking on the light.
My room was a bit quiet after a while and when I emerged, Joe was alone on my bed.
“Where did everyone go?” I asked, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. He made a humming noise and slowly approached me. His hands touched my cheeks and he smirked at me before leaning in. he removed his hand and replaced it with his lips. They trailed down my neck towards my chest.
No tongue. Not teeth. Just lips.
And it was the most sensual kissing I’ve ever experienced.
He knew exactly what he was doing. He stood close, entirely invading my personal space, but not even touching me. His surprisingly soft lips caressed all the skin exposed by my black wife beater.
He stepped back and mouthed the words “Off.”
And just like that, my beater was gone. How can I be so desperate? Of course, Mr. Kinnish down there is a love machine. He’s always game.
And yes, that is how I refer to him in public. I’m a guy. Shut up.
“Bed,” he mouthed. And I fell onto said item. He removed the pajama pants that I had just barely put on and crawled atop me, still managing not to touch me.
That man is one strange cookie.
The lips were once again on me. The claimed my shoulder, Chester, stomach, hips, thighs, and balls. Completely skipping the nipples and Mr. Kinnish.
Suddenly, all I could think of were his clothes. I wanted them off. They had to go. I began to wonder if I was mad, his clothes being the only thing on my mind at a time like that.
He stood before me and took them off, teasing me a little. He was taking way too long and he still wasn’t touching me. When he was done, we just stared at each other. I was lying on the bed, and he was standing in front of me, both of us naked, both itching to touch one another. Or perhaps that was just me.
I stood up and shakily stepped towards him, caressing his chest and stomach slightly. His tensed stiffened under my touch, the rhythm of his breathing vaguely thrown off. “Bed,” he murmured.
Again, I laid down, flat on my back. He placed his body above mine, so that his face hovered above my cock, mine below his.
‘This should be interesting,’ I remember thinking.
He kissed me again, the simplicity and sensuality of the situation making me shiver. He trailed from my belly button down towards my abandoned erection. he touched around it, never really giving me contact where I needed it most.
I suddenly remembered that I was supposed to be doing something, and looked up at his hardness, thinking of all the things I could do. A reminder of what Rob had done earlier came back to me and I licked the tip of his cock. This caused him to falter and his cheek brushed up against me. Never before had I been that grateful for human contact.
He began to kiss up and down my shaft, his caresses not even allowing me to think straight. I wanted more from him, I wanted less from him. I wanted more teasing, but at the same time, I wanted to cum. I tried to recall what Phoenix had done before, but all I could remember was a lot of wetness and heat.
I took him into my mouth as far as I could. And in a perfect world, he would have taken a hint and returned the favor. He didn’t.
I sucked as hard as I could, using my tongue as much as I wished he would. And he touched me softly, persistent with his torture. I groaned around his swollen rod, feeling his tense considerably.
My mind wandered as to whether I should swallow or let him come all over my face. I decided the latter might freak him out a little. Or a lot. Or he could lick it off..
Thinking these things brought me ever closer to my orgasm, and I think he sensed it. Finally, he took me into his mouth. And even though it only the tip, it was the happiest moment in mind at the time. I suck on him harder, thoroughly using my tongue. My teeth grazed his underside and he shivered. My mouth tightened around him and I gave in, allowing myself to be swallowed in my own pleasure. My cum filled his mouth as his filled mine.
I tried my best to swallow and avoid dribbling all over the place like an infant. He, of course, swallowed expertly and moved himself from above me.
I decided that this time, I would say something before he left, but as I opened my mouth, I realized that I had no idea of what to say. Suck much. He patted my stomach lightly, smiling before he grabbed his things and left.
That was odd. What’s next? A fucking orgy?
Of course, the real answer was obvious. But I couldn’t let myself get excited about it, not just yet.
So I put the pajama bottoms back on and left the beater on the floor, rolling over and drifting right off.
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Ok, I might as well just say that I don’t like it that much. But how about you?
Update on something within the next week.
Late.
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Wwooooooooo!! I’ve given up on trying to have updates on time. Oh well. Last installment on the second piece of The Randominity Chronicles. The third piece will show up sometime in the near future.
Enjoy…
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I awoke feeling weird. You know the feeling when you know someone’s staring at you? Yea, that one.
I squinted at the clock. The numbers huge, but I could still just barely make them out. 2:00 am.
I groaned and rolled over, looking to see if everything was as it should be. It was. That is, except for the fact that I could feel the weight of someone else on the bed. Slowly I turned to look at the figure, knowing very well whom it was.
“Whatcha doin?” he asked me.
“Well,” I cleared my throat. “I was sleeping, but now… I’m talking to you.”
“What are you thinking about?” Now he sounds like a woman. Why do they always ask that?
“What makes you think I’m thinking?”
“You hesitated, which means you weren’t really concentrating on me.”
“Oh… well, it’s not important.”
“So you admit it?”
“Not like I can deny it…”
“What is it, then?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know.”
“Why are you so bent on knowing my thoughts suddenly?”
“Why are you so bent on hiding them from me suddenly?” He had a point. “Besides,” he continued. “It’s not like your friends have suddenly went on a crazed sex spree and decided to all disappear afterwards.” He’d known all along.
“And why on Earth would they do a thing like that?”
He sat up and stared at me. “You don’t know?”
I hesitated, searching my mind for what it was I should have known. “…No.”
He stood up, dragging me out of my room and into the wide hallway. We stopped in front of the answering machine and he pressed the button.
“Monday, July 14, 10:15 pm. ‘Chester…’” my wife’s annoying voice rang out. “ ‘I know about your little extra-marital escapades with your idiot friends. Anna told me all about you and your get-togethers, where you write some music then fuck each other. Well guess what? You’re fired! You’ll hear from my lawyer. That damned prenupt won’t stop me from wringing every little penny out of your lying, cheating little-’ BEEP.”
I stared at the small contraption, a slow smile creeping on my face. I was doing a good job of suppressing my giggles until I looked back at Mike. Then I nearly died of laughter. “Saved me the trouble,” I told him over my shoulder as he pushed me into my room, shutting the door behind us.
“So… between the 5 of us, who’s the best fuck?” he asked, lying down on my bed.
“I wouldn’t know,” I slowly made my way to the bed, which was in the middle of the room. I leaned against the headboard and looked down at him. “I can only recall having sexual encounter with four of them,” I lied slyly.
He smirked. “And what is it you plan to do about that?” So innocent he pretended to be.
“Well, I plan to have you fuck me so hard that I won’t be able to see straight for days and then pass out until about noon and then forget who’s the best fuck, so that we’ll have to do it all over again,” I smiled.
“Oh, so that’s your plan?”
“It is.”
“Well. Do what you must,” he said. It was a game we played; trying to see who could hold out the longest.
I leisurely strolled over and lay next to him. My legs were spread out and I gazed at him through half-lidded eyes. “Mmmm…” I moaned, beginning to touch myself through the soft cotton.
His gaze hardened, as well as something else. I could tell he was barely keeping his composure. His eyes were glued to my hand as I moved it up and down, slowly rubbing my dick. His chest was moving unevenly, as if he kept forgetting to breathe.
“Mike…” I said his name in the way he once told me no one else could. My eyes slid shut and I thrust up into my hand, amazed at my own giganticism.
My eyes opened again and as soon as they fixed on him, he jumped into motion, ripping off his own clothes awkwardly before removing my pajama bottoms. And I continued to pleasure myself all the while. He froze again, watching me intently.
“Mike,” I whispered, bringing him back into motion. I love the games we play.
And then he was snatching my hands away from my crotch and holding them hostage above my head. I tried to tug my hands back down, simply for the sake of struggling, then lifted myself up to wrap my legs around his waist, rubbing my cock against his stomach in the process. He looked down at me, a strange but familiar glow in his eyes.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he said, still giving me that look.
“Liar.” I glared, grinding against him some more. He smirked while aligning his hot swollen erection with my opening. He paused again and I lost my patience, wriggling around so that he impaled me about halfway.
“Impatient fucker,” he mumbled, beginning to move within me. But I barely heard him as I concentrated on the unsurprising pain pain attached to a burning sensation that could make me cum all on its own. Somehow, I managed to contain myself, begging Mike to fuck me harder. He was being excruciatingly gentle and refused to speed up.
“Mike, you ass fungus,” I groaned, moving my hips in attempt to get my point across. He moved in and out of me at a slightly faster pace and I moaned, running my hands up and down his back. His nails dug into the skin of my hips and I couldn’t help but enjoy it. I moaned his name, scraping my nails across his chest. He grunted in response, leaning in to kiss and lick at my neck, speeding up a little bit more.
...{shudders} I hate this fic now. It's so... bad.
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