Fresh Tide [Washing Over Me]
Title - Fresh Tide [Washing Over Me]
Paring - Mike/Chester
Rating - Nc/17
Status - 1/1 - Complete
Disclaimers - All characters are over 18 - Linkin Park aren't mine - As far as I know none of the following events occurred in actuality - I make no money from the writing of this fanfiction.
About - Bennoda fanfiction. For him it was only a mere game ... a little sexy game.
Thanks to Gummibear Queen for the proofreadings.
It's only sex. Yes, it's only sex.
This was the first lie. Yes the first lie of many to come, just a ridiculous little lie that I kept saying to myself, better yet, that I kept repeating to myself ... trying to quiet voices that were saying a different story, trying to hide delicate lies ... yes I started a month ago, after I let Mike fuck my brain out.
The first time, well the first time it happened because I was quite gone, too much alcohol running through my system, too much loud music and I couldn't even stand up on my own ... truth was, I was trying to get rid of annoying thoughts; so I didn't say a word when Mike offered to bring me back to our hotel and I didn't even say a word as he almost had to carry me back into my room.
I barely recall singing a sappy love song that I'd heard on the radio during our trip back to the hotel but Mike ... but Mike was emotionless and strangely quiet as he carefully made me sit at the end of the bed, then kneeling in front of me he started to untie my sneakers.
"I love you man!" I babbled, chuckling with my sweaty palm pressed against my lips to muffle my laughter.
He raised his dark eyes and I didn't know why but at that time I felt quite uncomfortable, like he wasn't himself. I stayed silent. "I love you too ... Chester," after a long moment he slowly replied carefully selecting the right words to say.
I laughed quite amused and petted his head as he was still kneeling between my spread thighs concentrating on removing my shoes.
"It's hot in here!" I fussed scratching my head.
Mike nodded and quickly raised from his knelt position starting to help me in undressing "here take my hand," he ordered helping me to stand up.
"Fuck!" I hissed feeling ready to fall but his hand gripped mine and with the other he embraced me, pulling me toward his body. I don't know why but at that time I found myself moaning at the sudden contact of his body against mine. "I feel dizzy!" I cried out trying to walk but my shaky legs weren’t helping me.
"I know," he sighed "but I'm here," he softly added leading me toward the bathroom. "Here lean against the wall so I can finish undressing you," he told me while gently pushing me against the pale blue tile.
I hissed at the cold sensation of cool smooth tile against my sweaty heated skin. "Mike!" I cried and suddenly as a well know fear took hold of my body and mind "don't you dare touch me!" I spat, slapping his hands away from my jeans, one of my hands pressed flat against his sternum.
"I won’t hurt you Chazy." He reassured me and with a quick move he pulled my jeans down.
"No!" I yelled feeling trapped, trying to kick him but I stumbled in my jeans still tangled around my ankles.
"Chester!" Mike hissed quickly catching me as I was about to hit the floor.
"No, don't touch me!" I cried out feeling exposed and confused.
"Chester, damn it, look at me!" he pleaded kicking away my jeans.
"Fuck you! Leave me alone!"
"Chester, look at me now!" he hissed turning my face toward his. "It's that damned alcohol".
I whimpered as he forced me under the running shower and I yelled turning toward him, slamming against his hard chest. "Fuck!" I yelled in pain trying to find an escape, but I couldn't move as I was feeling limp and dizzy. Mike pressed my body against the damp tile "this will help you," he whispered while I was clutching his t - shirt now all soaked and stuck against his body.
"I'm sleepy." I panted shivering while hiding my face under his t-shirt, damp warm skin coming in contact with my face. I felt him tense but at that time I didn't it give too much importance.
"I'm here," he reassured me kissing the top of my head through the thin wet fabric of his t-shirt.
"Thanks" I managed to mutter before my knees gave out.
"Chaz!"
I think I passed out or I fell asleep under the shower because when I woke up I was in my bed spooned against him.
"It's cold." I muttered trying to raise my head from the pillow but I felt like I was made of heavy lead.
"Next time remember to not fucking drink." He reminded me.
I sighed and without thinking I shifted going to rest my head over his chest while one hand quietly slipped under his t-shirt and started to massage his stomach. He remained still and silent even after long minutes when I pulled up his t-shirt and started kissing softly his chest. I heard him take a big breath as my lips found his dark little nipples ... no he didn't say even a word as I started to kiss and nibble at them.
"Chester?"
I remained in silence as I slid lower and started to kiss and mouth his cock hidden under a thin layer of cotton. He shuddered at the sudden contact of my warm and moist mouth against his covered sex.
"Chester," he called me in a husky tone "what you-"
I didn't give time to talk as I pulled down his boxer exposing his erection and without any hesitation I took his cock into my mouth. He hissed something and threw his head back as I started to bob up and down, his cock filling my mouth, my tongue heavy playing with his slit ... tasting precome.
"Fuck Chester!" he moaned as purposely I started to make obscene wet sounds while sucking and slurping around his cock as if it was a giant lollipop. With one of my hands I was fondling his heavy balls and it was when he started to moan japanese words that I understood that he was ready to come, so I pulled it out of my mouth, threads of come mixed with my saliva coming out and started to rapidly jack him off. Yes ... I let him come on my face, hot spurts of his semen hitting and then sliding down from my face and it was enough ... yes it was enough and I came into my pants like a fucking teenager as with shaky hand I started to massage my aching still twitching cock as warm dampness was spreading on the front of my pants.
Yes that was the first time that we had sex ... more or less sex. The next time happened in another hotel room and I ended up jerking myself off while straddling his chest, my spunk hitting his face as his fingers where digging into my hips leaving bruises ... a sweet reminder for me.
The third time it was quick ... yes indeed, a very fucking quick blow job before the start of one of our concerts, he came fast and for the first time I swallowed his come, big shots of semen that made me almost choke ... leaving me breathless and fucking pleased as I could finally taste him.
Fourth time was in a rented car and again I blew him, but this time after I swallowed his come he raised my face and kissed me ... no really it was a simple kiss without too much demand but I don't know why, for the next week I felt like a stupid silly fucking happy man.
And here we are with the fifth time ... well I wanted to blow him but he wasn't in the mood, he started to fuss over stupid things that I couldn't understand so we ended up fighting over a silly crappy thing that I don't even recall. That night I jacked myself off and when I came I didn't know why but it hurt and most of all I felt empty and worn-out.
At breakfast as I was slowly sipping some coffee I noticed him staring at me, but I lowered my eyes and kept reading a magazine, trying to ignore him. It was pretty simple avoiding him, otherwise I had to hush the tiny voices that were screaming for more, craving more of his attention. Later as I watched him tune a guitar I found myself sighing while feeling a burning desire growing up in me, and I understood that I was lying to myself, it wasn't only a mere sex game ... or at least no more than desire.
A week passed and the annoying sensation was growing higher and higher with each passing day. Often at night I would just toss and turn thinking about him, wanting him, but I was too stubborn to admit that I didn't want only mere sex, yes fast and mind blowing sex was great but in the end it was only sex ... I wanted more but I didn't know how to ask for it. Usually I ended up punching my pillow and muffling screams inside it to let out my frustration, other times I would just jack off and pretend that it was Mike's hand and not mine pumping my cock.
It was almost Christmas and I was finally at home. I was throwing away tons of magazines that I had accumulated, sucking a peppermint cane while choosing which magazines keep and which to throw. "Fuck!" I muttered as a thin layer of dust was now dancing in front of my eyes "too many fucking dusty magazines".
I didn't hear him enter, months ago I gave him the keys of my apartment and please don't ask me why because I still don't know why I bothered making a double copy for him ... or maybe, again, I was lying to myself. So, I didn't hear him walk inside my apartment and maybe I could blame the loud music or my interest in cleaning all the mess, but I noticed him only when I turned for to grab a damp cloth to clean the dust. He was sat on my couch while intently staring at me.
"Oh fuck!" I yelled, startled and magazine falling from my arms "are you crazy? You scared me."
He chuckled "I wanted to surprise you."
"Oh thanks!" I spat out taking out the peppermint cane and licked my sticky lightly reddened lips.
He stood up and walked towards me, he then slowly took the candy from my fingers and started to suck at it "I don't know what to do," he shrugged "but I'm addicted to you."
I remained perplexed for a moment while staring at him licking and sucking my peppermint cane. "You always get what you want," he then added taking out the candy and staring at the sticky wet shining cane before handing it back to me. "You won Chester, you can blow me if you want," he finally said pushing the candy back inside his mouth while starting to unzip his jeans. I watched him pull down his jeans with a smooth move and then his eyes were back on me and a shiver ran through my body.
He started to massage his cock "Chester," he moaned "really this time I will not say anything."
I chewed hard my bottom lip while going back with my mind at that day when he refused to let me blow him and ... and I recall what he told me, I recall what he hissed ... he was tired of sick sex games and he wanted more but I didn't want to listen to his stupid requests, I just wanted to give head and then get it over with ... at that time.
"Chester?"
"No." I whispered licking my lips and I heard him slightly gasp at my reply. Without saying a word I kneeled and pulled up his jeans; I know that he was looking at me in disbelief. "I lied," I finally revealed turning and walking into my bedroom.
"I'm not following you Chester," he said walking after me "Chester?"
I stopped in front of the bed and stared at the white blanket "will you really let me blow you again?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Why?" I asked turning toward him.
He remained in silence with the sticky peppermint cane between his fingers "how far will you push yourself for me?" I asked getting closer to him.
"I can't avoid you Chester," he simply replied "I can't avoid the fact that I ... that I want more but-"
"But what?" I asked leaning closer to him.
"I shouldn't have kissed you," he admitted.
I remained still while trying to control my breathing, which was quietly increasing with my heartbeat "oh fuck!" I moaned throwing my arms around his neck "fuck you Mike ... why’d you have to kiss me?"
He chuckled caressing my head "I told you that you always get what you want."
I snatched my peppermint cane from his fingers and pushed him against the bed making him stumble and fall sitting on the mattress, I carefully straddled and sat on his thighs "so if I really get what I want ... kiss me Mike, kiss me again," I moaned. Yes at first it was a stupid little lie ... a beautiful little lie.