Linkin Park: Brad/Chester, #063 summer
Title: Burn (summer)
Fandom: Linkin Park
Characters: Brad and Chester
Prompt: #063 Summer
Word Count: 226
Rating: PG
Summary: When Brad and Chester touch they burn
They’re in Prague and its August and Chester can’t breathe.
The heat in unbearable, and as they head over the Charles Bridge thousands of street vendors lurch forward waving their hand-made whatevers in his face. He waves them away with a pleasant smile and sips his water.
It was Brad’s idea to go sight seeing. After all, it could be years before they get a chance to come back here. It had been good fun at first but now Chester is too hot, and hiding his tired eyes behind his shades.
The bridges stretches out for miles in front of them, people brushing up against him, burning his hot skin as they touch. He sighs irritably and Brad spares him a glance “What’s wrong?”
“Hot,” he replies.
They finally make it to the other side and Chester squeaks as Brad grabs his hands, dragging him into an alley, out of sight of passers by.
“What are you doing?” He asks, slightly amused as Brad pushes him up against the wall. The guitarist’s hands slide under his shirt, stroking his skin and it’s like fire. He hisses, pushes Brad away and closes his eyes behind his shades.
Brad’s expression is nothing short of hurt, “What’s wrong?”
Chester shakes his head, gasps for breath, “It’s…it’s real hot,” he says, turning away and heading out to the main street.
Fandom: Linkin Park
Characters: Brad and Chester
Prompt: #063 Summer
Word Count: 226
Rating: PG
Summary: When Brad and Chester touch they burn
They’re in Prague and its August and Chester can’t breathe.
The heat in unbearable, and as they head over the Charles Bridge thousands of street vendors lurch forward waving their hand-made whatevers in his face. He waves them away with a pleasant smile and sips his water.
It was Brad’s idea to go sight seeing. After all, it could be years before they get a chance to come back here. It had been good fun at first but now Chester is too hot, and hiding his tired eyes behind his shades.
The bridges stretches out for miles in front of them, people brushing up against him, burning his hot skin as they touch. He sighs irritably and Brad spares him a glance “What’s wrong?”
“Hot,” he replies.
They finally make it to the other side and Chester squeaks as Brad grabs his hands, dragging him into an alley, out of sight of passers by.
“What are you doing?” He asks, slightly amused as Brad pushes him up against the wall. The guitarist’s hands slide under his shirt, stroking his skin and it’s like fire. He hisses, pushes Brad away and closes his eyes behind his shades.
Brad’s expression is nothing short of hurt, “What’s wrong?”
Chester shakes his head, gasps for breath, “It’s…it’s real hot,” he says, turning away and heading out to the main street.