disclaimer: this is not real. i don't know if chester and mike are gay or if any other events are true. any events or persons that may have actually taken place are completely coincedental because I would never put a video camera in their bus... that's wrong... very, very, very,very,very,very wrong... *shifts eyes*....... very wrong....

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Mike flopped down into his bunk. He was exhausted, but as his eyes slid closed a very chipper voice pulled them back up. Mike smiled tiredly as pink hair, two ears, and a wide smile peered into his upper bunk. Mike giggled as he thought about the sight from behind Chester. He was sure Chester was up on his toes and probably bouncing on them impatiently.

"Mikey, we have to go sign stuff. Come on," Chester whined. He pulled on Mikes's shirt impatiently, as if he were trying to pull Mike out of his bunk by the shirt. Mike's thoughts wandered as Chester continued to pester him. Chester wasn't really pestering Mike, but he couldn't help but pretend that's what it was. Mike was always amazed by Chester's stamina. Mike knew that if he was just seeing Chester for the first time, he would have no idea that they just played over an hour long set leaping and jumping like a bunny or a baby monkey. Mike occasionally thought that Chester was more like a squirrel sometimes, or one of those exotic little sugar gliders with the way he jumped off of things and onto others.

Mike, on the other hand, had showered along with the rest of the band, and like his bandmates, was ready for a nap. He smiled one of his huge Shinoda smiles at Chester and pretended Chester had won. In all actuality, Mike was just as excited as Chester to go meet some of their fans, he just learned that to get Chester's full attention all he had to do was pretend to be a little hesitant.

Mike jumped out of his bunk and nudged Chester towards the front of the bus. "Okay, so let's get going. Did you get your coat?"

Chester frowned, "Mikey, I don't want to wear a coat." He pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, hoping it would get him one of his favorite things; a hug from Mike.

Mike just shrugged and sat down on the couch, his coat already on. "We aren't leaving until you get a coat on mister. I don't care how much you pout. No need for you to get another cold. It's barely abover freezing out there."

"Is not. You're just a baby is all," Chester joked and stuck his tongue out.

"Coat, now." Mike handed Chester is coated and tried to hide his smile as Chester shrugged in the heavy jacket. Mike continued to sit and watch Chester while Chester continued to pout; now with coat in place.

Mike loved this little game they played. It was the main reason Mike enjoyed touring during the fall and winter months. Mike pretended to be harsh with Chester, and Chester, in return, pretended to be hurt by Mike's harshness. Mike would make him pout for a minute or two and then he would get up and hug Chester, instantly making everything better. The hug was Mike's favorite part and as he sat and watched Chester, he decided the punishment was over.

Mike stood from the couch and wrapped his arms tightly around Chester's thin frame. Mike inhaled the smell of Chester, a soft musky smell mixed with clean and cologne. Mike nuzzled into Chester's neck, not wanting to let go. This was the closest he could ever get to the man he loved. Everyone knew Mike was a homosexual, including the majority of their fans, but what they didn't know was that he was in love with his bandmate; best friend; and the world's straightest, happiest man. Chester wasn't just happily married, he was happily married and expecting the arrival of their first child.

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you think i would give you sex now? hahahaha review and maybe in the next chapter.... muwahahahahaha *evil grin*