New Story!
[Minor Edit] Changed the title because I'm planning to add more now. =)
I had a dream earlier, and I woke up about an hour ag and couldn't stop thinking about it. It's nearly 1am and I have to go to school in the morning. But, I was so determined to get up and finish it before I forgot my dream. Enjoy!
Linkin Park
Title: Beg Me
Rating: PG-13 for sexual themes
Category: It's sort of PWP-ish, I guess.
Pairings: Brad/Mike, Brad/Mike/Chester
Summary: Is it a twisted game of debauchery? A dream? Or something more...
~
Part One: I Dare You
Chester sighed in defeat, throwing down his controller. He turned his head to watch Brad dance in victory to the beat of the tinkling Play Station game's music.
"Nobody beats the dream team!"
He threw his head back and laughed, exposing the silky white skin of his neck. Chester could almost feel that skin against his lips, teeth, tongue...
Chester shook himself, willing the thoughts to just disappear from his mind. He didn't know why he was having them- or why he thought Brad looked so sexy. He kept repeating to himself that he was married, had a child, loved said wife and child and was not gay.
But, a nasty voice inside him reminded him viciously that he had one- or thirty- too many pairs of designer shoes... and belts... and jackets. AND that he was the one who had convinced his entire band that the Madden twins had "talent". How could they not? They were twins. Twins. As in, ready-made threesome.
Chester mentally slapped himself.
Vaguely, he heard Brad asking if he wanted another game. The blonde made a sound of anger in the back of his throat and reached up to rake a hand through his messy hair aggressively. His cheeks flushed with frustration for the millionth time that day. He stood up, snatching his empty beer bottle up with a growl and stomping over to the tour bus's tiny kitchen, ignoring Brad's cried of outrage that he had apandoned his PS2 controller. The singer bent over to throw the glass Heinekin bottle in the trash with a loud 'clink', listening to it rattle against the other four or five bottles already in there.
"Drowning your sorrows, Chaz?"
Mike's voice startled him, but he recovered quickly.
"No." Chester pouted, not turning to face the emcee. He opened the refrigerator violently and rummaged through it.
"Awww." Mike teased, voice patronizing, "I think you're jealous because Dave and Rob and Joe get to be the media whores at MTV today instead of you."
"No." the singer snapped again, standing up and taking a bite out of the apple he had retrieved from the refrigerator. He still kept his back to Mike.
"Yes, you are." Brad called from the couch. Chester heard the emcee rumble with laughter.
"I knew it. I'm-" Mike moved closer to Chester, pressing his chest against the singer's back, "-Too good..." he breathed, right up against Chester's ear.
The singer's brain was screaming, 'YES! YES YOU ARE!' in reply, but he managed to force his mouth to reply with a sarcastic laugh.
"Ha ha. You wish, Shinoda. Now get your fat ass off me."
Mike complied, but when Chester flopped down on the couch, he turned so he had his back to the two men, hips moving fluidly. He reached down and grabbed a firm hold of his own left ass cheek, then turned his head to peer over his shoulder.
"Come on. I think it's ok."
Chester stared, eyes wide and mouth falling open in shock- and arousal.
Brad grinned almost sluttishly, and stood up very quickly,advancing on Mike. "Alright? You've got a fantastic butt." the guitarist was standing right near the Mike and smacked him squarely on the ass. Chester let out a high-pitched squeak, feeling all the blood drain from his face and rush straight to his groin. Mike spun around with obvious co-ordination and looked- no, with eyes that heated it's a gaze, Chester thought- at the singer over Brad's shoulder.
"Something wrong, Chaz?" he asked coolly, sliding an arm around the guitarist and resting his splayed hand a little lower than neccesary on his lower back. His gaze followed his own hand and then he raised his eyes, a clear message reflected in them- 'I dare you'.
"N-no?" Chester's whimper was more a question than a statment.
Mike smiled seductively. "Oh good. Because I thought for a second there that you squeaked."
"He did." Brad said, voice muffled- and Chester only realised then that the guitarist's face was buried in Mike's neck, and his mouth opened.
The two men were standing, completely draped over one another. Brad had both arms around Mike's shoulders, one hand sifting through the emcee's jet black spikes, the other pushing the collar of his button-up shirt down so he could kiss the exposed skin. They looked comfortable and experienced with each other- and hot. Chester found himself wishing he was wedged between the pair, and his mind was immediately toppled by that thought.
"What the fuck are you two doing?" he gasped, forcing himself to sound disgusted- but only succeeding in sounding bewildered and curious. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head quickly, hoping that when he opened them there wouldn't be such a disturbingly arousing scene in front of him.
"What are you talking about?"
Mike's very, very puzzled voice broke through the barrier of lust surrounding the blonde. His chocolate eyes flew open- and widened. Yes, Mike and Brad were standing pretty close, but the emcee's hand was on the counter and Brad's hand was only clasped on Mike's shoulder in a manly gesture of comfort. The emcee didn't have a look of a cross between desire and secretiveness on his face, and the guitarist's lips were nowhere near the tanned skin of his neck.
"N-nothing." Chester said huskily, hanging his head and taking another bite of the apple he was squeezing like a stress ball.
"Oh ok." Mike said. He paused, and Chester heard a cupboard open and close. "Hey Brad?" the emcee asked, "Have you seen the chocolate bars?"
A loud slurp answered his question. He turned sharply and glared and the guitarist, who had half a Snickers bar shoved down his throat obscenely. "Brad!" he whined, "That was the last one."
Brad frowned. "Howwy." he apologized around the bar. "Hare?"
"Huh?" Mike cocked his head to the side, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Brad pulled the now saliva-coated bar out of his mouth.
"Share?"
"Oh! Sorry, I don't speak 'Brad' very well." the emcee commented sarcastically. "But you've slagged all over it!"
"You liked my spit when it was all over your neck a few minutes ago."
"You betcha, baby."
Chester's head snapped up. No way, he thought. He turned his head slowly, almost afraid of what he might see- then completely bowled over by what he did see.
Mike was slinking forward to Brad, and the couch that he was perched on opposite to Chester. He got so close that the front of his knees were touching Brad's, then lifted a leg, slid it across Brad's lap and sat down slowly, straddling the guitarist sensually. Their eyes locked, and Brad offered the chocolate bar to Mike, who craned his neck and took a bite. He leaned back and closed his mouth, ignoring the sinuous string of caramel that stuck to his lower lip and chin.
"Mmmmhmmm." he groaned in pleasure, once he had swallowed. "I love Snickers."
"Uh huh. You've got caramel on your face, loverboy." Brad laughed, gesturing to Mike's chin.
"Where?"
"I'll get it." Brad whispered so softly that even Chester, who was staring at the two intensely from only a few feet away, almost didn't hear.
The guitarist leaned his face towards Mike's, and his tongue slid out from between his rosy lips, stretching to swipe at the sweet, sticky substance on Mike's face. A moan rumbled in Mike's chest. Brad echoed the sound and moved his lips and tongue to Mike's, pressing their mouths together in a hot kiss. Both pairs of lips parted and their glistening tongues slid out to meet each other, rubbing together.
Chester couldn't tear his eyes away from them, watching as Brad's teeth caught Mike's very full lower lip and tugged, teasing the swollen flesh. Another moan tumbled from Mike's lips and Chester let out a pained whimper as his heartrate reached a peak, followed quickly by his breathing.
Brad and Mike's lips parted with a wet sound, and Mike turned his head toward Chester, snapping the tiny filament of saliva strung between his and Brad's lips.
"What's wrong, baby?" Mike crooned, licking his lips. Chester shook his head, unable to form words. Brad, keeping his head touching Mike's, turned and said, voice an octave lower than normal.
"Come on, Chaz..."
"...you know you want us." Mike finished for him.
The two men gazed and the singer through their eyelashes, both pairs of brown eyes drawing and beckoning him into their twisted, sexy little game. They looked completely debauched. Eyes mysterious, but clearly propositioning... daring him, lips wet and bruised, hair tousled. Their body-language screamed sex, pelvises sitting together, arms wound around each other and hands stroking suggestively- occasionally peeking under clothing to hot skin.
Chester swallowed hard, then cleared his throat.
"'Us'? Like, both of you?"
Mike unwrapped himself from Brad carefully and stood, hips rolling as he did so and catching Chester's eyes for a few seconds.
"Yes. Like, both of us." he mocked almost affectionately.
"Sound good?" Brad asked, joining Mike to stand in front of Chester, the Snickers bar thrown carelessly on the ground.
"I- yes." the singer blurted.
Mike and Brad both smiled identical, smutty grins.
"Good." they said in unison.
Mike leant forward and braced his hands on the back of the couch on either side of Chester's head. He moved so his lips were just millimetres from the singers, hot, chocolatey breath skating across the other's mouth and chin.
"I hope you enjoy this, Chester." he whispered, "You won't get it again unless you beg real nicely."
"And by 'it' he means 'us'." Brad said meaningfully, sliding an arm around Mike's hips and bending over him to look at Chester, who was trembling.
Mike let out a little animalistic growl and turned his head to attack the skin of Chester's neck. He drew the flesh between his lips and sucked, then bit down hard, eliciting a half-moan, half-gasp from Chester...
...who sat up, panting, and shaking himself from the dream. He blinked rapidly, focusing his naturally bad vision to his surroundings.
Rob leant over him, a goofy smile gracing his handsome features. "Finally." he faux groaned, "We thought you'd gone into a coma.
"Nope." Chester said, voice ragged from sleep. "Just a crazy dream." he paused, reaching up to take off his glasses, pulling up the hem of his sweatshirt to scrub gently at the smudged lenses.
Rob rolled his eyes. "You big drama queen."
"No, he's a shoe whore." Mike's voice called, and he tore himself away from the screen of his laptop to observe Chester's outraged reaction, laughing when the singer gaped indignantly.
Rob slid onto the couch next to Chester, sighing in obvious exhaustion. "Man what a day."
"Yeah same here." Brad said, looking up from plucking absently at the strings of his acoustic guitar. Joe's laughter echoed around the kitchen.
"Oh come on! You got to lay around here all day!" he said incredulously.
Brad's eyes glazed over for a second. "Yah." he said vaguely. "Lay."
Chester's eyebrows shot up, which went unnoticed to everyone except Brad, who grinned secretively and turned his attention back to his guitar.
"Hey guys? Who ate all the Snickers?" Joe asked, brandishing an empty confectionary bag.
Mike turned away from his laptop again, eyes dancing behind his glasses. "Brad." he said, pointing accusingly at the guitarist, who's head snapped up.
"Excuse me! You had a bite, too!"
Chester's glasses clattered to the floor.
"Jesus, Chester. Be careful! Those cost you shitloads!" Phoenix said, turning away from his Play Station game when he heard the load noise. Chester recovered slowly, breathing deeply to steady himself. He nodded, bent to pick them up and stood up, intending to walk into the bathroom.
"Yeah Chester. Be careful." Mike echoed, voice teasing as he gazed at the singer mockingly. Chester narrowed his eyes at the emcee and turned on his heel, walking into the kitchen.
"By the way." Phoenix said, obviously amused, "You and Sam must be getting along well! Nice hickey, man!"
Chester's hand shot out to grab the nearest counter for support, knuckles turning white almost immediately.
He turned to look at Mike and Brad, eyes wide and breathing ragged.
They both raised an eyebrow at him naughtily.
Each gaze clearly screaming.
I dare you.
I had a dream earlier, and I woke up about an hour ag and couldn't stop thinking about it. It's nearly 1am and I have to go to school in the morning. But, I was so determined to get up and finish it before I forgot my dream. Enjoy!
Linkin Park
Title: Beg Me
Rating: PG-13 for sexual themes
Category: It's sort of PWP-ish, I guess.
Pairings: Brad/Mike, Brad/Mike/Chester
Summary: Is it a twisted game of debauchery? A dream? Or something more...
~
Part One: I Dare You
Chester sighed in defeat, throwing down his controller. He turned his head to watch Brad dance in victory to the beat of the tinkling Play Station game's music.
"Nobody beats the dream team!"
He threw his head back and laughed, exposing the silky white skin of his neck. Chester could almost feel that skin against his lips, teeth, tongue...
Chester shook himself, willing the thoughts to just disappear from his mind. He didn't know why he was having them- or why he thought Brad looked so sexy. He kept repeating to himself that he was married, had a child, loved said wife and child and was not gay.
But, a nasty voice inside him reminded him viciously that he had one- or thirty- too many pairs of designer shoes... and belts... and jackets. AND that he was the one who had convinced his entire band that the Madden twins had "talent". How could they not? They were twins. Twins. As in, ready-made threesome.
Chester mentally slapped himself.
Vaguely, he heard Brad asking if he wanted another game. The blonde made a sound of anger in the back of his throat and reached up to rake a hand through his messy hair aggressively. His cheeks flushed with frustration for the millionth time that day. He stood up, snatching his empty beer bottle up with a growl and stomping over to the tour bus's tiny kitchen, ignoring Brad's cried of outrage that he had apandoned his PS2 controller. The singer bent over to throw the glass Heinekin bottle in the trash with a loud 'clink', listening to it rattle against the other four or five bottles already in there.
"Drowning your sorrows, Chaz?"
Mike's voice startled him, but he recovered quickly.
"No." Chester pouted, not turning to face the emcee. He opened the refrigerator violently and rummaged through it.
"Awww." Mike teased, voice patronizing, "I think you're jealous because Dave and Rob and Joe get to be the media whores at MTV today instead of you."
"No." the singer snapped again, standing up and taking a bite out of the apple he had retrieved from the refrigerator. He still kept his back to Mike.
"Yes, you are." Brad called from the couch. Chester heard the emcee rumble with laughter.
"I knew it. I'm-" Mike moved closer to Chester, pressing his chest against the singer's back, "-Too good..." he breathed, right up against Chester's ear.
The singer's brain was screaming, 'YES! YES YOU ARE!' in reply, but he managed to force his mouth to reply with a sarcastic laugh.
"Ha ha. You wish, Shinoda. Now get your fat ass off me."
Mike complied, but when Chester flopped down on the couch, he turned so he had his back to the two men, hips moving fluidly. He reached down and grabbed a firm hold of his own left ass cheek, then turned his head to peer over his shoulder.
"Come on. I think it's ok."
Chester stared, eyes wide and mouth falling open in shock- and arousal.
Brad grinned almost sluttishly, and stood up very quickly,advancing on Mike. "Alright? You've got a fantastic butt." the guitarist was standing right near the Mike and smacked him squarely on the ass. Chester let out a high-pitched squeak, feeling all the blood drain from his face and rush straight to his groin. Mike spun around with obvious co-ordination and looked- no, with eyes that heated it's a gaze, Chester thought- at the singer over Brad's shoulder.
"Something wrong, Chaz?" he asked coolly, sliding an arm around the guitarist and resting his splayed hand a little lower than neccesary on his lower back. His gaze followed his own hand and then he raised his eyes, a clear message reflected in them- 'I dare you'.
"N-no?" Chester's whimper was more a question than a statment.
Mike smiled seductively. "Oh good. Because I thought for a second there that you squeaked."
"He did." Brad said, voice muffled- and Chester only realised then that the guitarist's face was buried in Mike's neck, and his mouth opened.
The two men were standing, completely draped over one another. Brad had both arms around Mike's shoulders, one hand sifting through the emcee's jet black spikes, the other pushing the collar of his button-up shirt down so he could kiss the exposed skin. They looked comfortable and experienced with each other- and hot. Chester found himself wishing he was wedged between the pair, and his mind was immediately toppled by that thought.
"What the fuck are you two doing?" he gasped, forcing himself to sound disgusted- but only succeeding in sounding bewildered and curious. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head quickly, hoping that when he opened them there wouldn't be such a disturbingly arousing scene in front of him.
"What are you talking about?"
Mike's very, very puzzled voice broke through the barrier of lust surrounding the blonde. His chocolate eyes flew open- and widened. Yes, Mike and Brad were standing pretty close, but the emcee's hand was on the counter and Brad's hand was only clasped on Mike's shoulder in a manly gesture of comfort. The emcee didn't have a look of a cross between desire and secretiveness on his face, and the guitarist's lips were nowhere near the tanned skin of his neck.
"N-nothing." Chester said huskily, hanging his head and taking another bite of the apple he was squeezing like a stress ball.
"Oh ok." Mike said. He paused, and Chester heard a cupboard open and close. "Hey Brad?" the emcee asked, "Have you seen the chocolate bars?"
A loud slurp answered his question. He turned sharply and glared and the guitarist, who had half a Snickers bar shoved down his throat obscenely. "Brad!" he whined, "That was the last one."
Brad frowned. "Howwy." he apologized around the bar. "Hare?"
"Huh?" Mike cocked his head to the side, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Brad pulled the now saliva-coated bar out of his mouth.
"Share?"
"Oh! Sorry, I don't speak 'Brad' very well." the emcee commented sarcastically. "But you've slagged all over it!"
"You liked my spit when it was all over your neck a few minutes ago."
"You betcha, baby."
Chester's head snapped up. No way, he thought. He turned his head slowly, almost afraid of what he might see- then completely bowled over by what he did see.
Mike was slinking forward to Brad, and the couch that he was perched on opposite to Chester. He got so close that the front of his knees were touching Brad's, then lifted a leg, slid it across Brad's lap and sat down slowly, straddling the guitarist sensually. Their eyes locked, and Brad offered the chocolate bar to Mike, who craned his neck and took a bite. He leaned back and closed his mouth, ignoring the sinuous string of caramel that stuck to his lower lip and chin.
"Mmmmhmmm." he groaned in pleasure, once he had swallowed. "I love Snickers."
"Uh huh. You've got caramel on your face, loverboy." Brad laughed, gesturing to Mike's chin.
"Where?"
"I'll get it." Brad whispered so softly that even Chester, who was staring at the two intensely from only a few feet away, almost didn't hear.
The guitarist leaned his face towards Mike's, and his tongue slid out from between his rosy lips, stretching to swipe at the sweet, sticky substance on Mike's face. A moan rumbled in Mike's chest. Brad echoed the sound and moved his lips and tongue to Mike's, pressing their mouths together in a hot kiss. Both pairs of lips parted and their glistening tongues slid out to meet each other, rubbing together.
Chester couldn't tear his eyes away from them, watching as Brad's teeth caught Mike's very full lower lip and tugged, teasing the swollen flesh. Another moan tumbled from Mike's lips and Chester let out a pained whimper as his heartrate reached a peak, followed quickly by his breathing.
Brad and Mike's lips parted with a wet sound, and Mike turned his head toward Chester, snapping the tiny filament of saliva strung between his and Brad's lips.
"What's wrong, baby?" Mike crooned, licking his lips. Chester shook his head, unable to form words. Brad, keeping his head touching Mike's, turned and said, voice an octave lower than normal.
"Come on, Chaz..."
"...you know you want us." Mike finished for him.
The two men gazed and the singer through their eyelashes, both pairs of brown eyes drawing and beckoning him into their twisted, sexy little game. They looked completely debauched. Eyes mysterious, but clearly propositioning... daring him, lips wet and bruised, hair tousled. Their body-language screamed sex, pelvises sitting together, arms wound around each other and hands stroking suggestively- occasionally peeking under clothing to hot skin.
Chester swallowed hard, then cleared his throat.
"'Us'? Like, both of you?"
Mike unwrapped himself from Brad carefully and stood, hips rolling as he did so and catching Chester's eyes for a few seconds.
"Yes. Like, both of us." he mocked almost affectionately.
"Sound good?" Brad asked, joining Mike to stand in front of Chester, the Snickers bar thrown carelessly on the ground.
"I- yes." the singer blurted.
Mike and Brad both smiled identical, smutty grins.
"Good." they said in unison.
Mike leant forward and braced his hands on the back of the couch on either side of Chester's head. He moved so his lips were just millimetres from the singers, hot, chocolatey breath skating across the other's mouth and chin.
"I hope you enjoy this, Chester." he whispered, "You won't get it again unless you beg real nicely."
"And by 'it' he means 'us'." Brad said meaningfully, sliding an arm around Mike's hips and bending over him to look at Chester, who was trembling.
Mike let out a little animalistic growl and turned his head to attack the skin of Chester's neck. He drew the flesh between his lips and sucked, then bit down hard, eliciting a half-moan, half-gasp from Chester...
...who sat up, panting, and shaking himself from the dream. He blinked rapidly, focusing his naturally bad vision to his surroundings.
Rob leant over him, a goofy smile gracing his handsome features. "Finally." he faux groaned, "We thought you'd gone into a coma.
"Nope." Chester said, voice ragged from sleep. "Just a crazy dream." he paused, reaching up to take off his glasses, pulling up the hem of his sweatshirt to scrub gently at the smudged lenses.
Rob rolled his eyes. "You big drama queen."
"No, he's a shoe whore." Mike's voice called, and he tore himself away from the screen of his laptop to observe Chester's outraged reaction, laughing when the singer gaped indignantly.
Rob slid onto the couch next to Chester, sighing in obvious exhaustion. "Man what a day."
"Yeah same here." Brad said, looking up from plucking absently at the strings of his acoustic guitar. Joe's laughter echoed around the kitchen.
"Oh come on! You got to lay around here all day!" he said incredulously.
Brad's eyes glazed over for a second. "Yah." he said vaguely. "Lay."
Chester's eyebrows shot up, which went unnoticed to everyone except Brad, who grinned secretively and turned his attention back to his guitar.
"Hey guys? Who ate all the Snickers?" Joe asked, brandishing an empty confectionary bag.
Mike turned away from his laptop again, eyes dancing behind his glasses. "Brad." he said, pointing accusingly at the guitarist, who's head snapped up.
"Excuse me! You had a bite, too!"
Chester's glasses clattered to the floor.
"Jesus, Chester. Be careful! Those cost you shitloads!" Phoenix said, turning away from his Play Station game when he heard the load noise. Chester recovered slowly, breathing deeply to steady himself. He nodded, bent to pick them up and stood up, intending to walk into the bathroom.
"Yeah Chester. Be careful." Mike echoed, voice teasing as he gazed at the singer mockingly. Chester narrowed his eyes at the emcee and turned on his heel, walking into the kitchen.
"By the way." Phoenix said, obviously amused, "You and Sam must be getting along well! Nice hickey, man!"
Chester's hand shot out to grab the nearest counter for support, knuckles turning white almost immediately.
He turned to look at Mike and Brad, eyes wide and breathing ragged.
They both raised an eyebrow at him naughtily.
Each gaze clearly screaming.
I dare you.