A/N: Ooooohhhh, ok. I'm nervous. Smut doesn't come easily to me. Pun intended. But I tried. Enjoy.

D/C: Chester and Mike own themselves. I bought Brad on Ebay.

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"Please, Chester?" Mike almost whined, putting on his best puppy eyes.

"Why? Why are you pushing this? Why don't you get one of the other guys to do it?" Chester snapped. Mike couldn't answer that truthfully. He could get one of the other guys to do it, but he'd rather have Chester practically naked on his bed. So he lied,

"You're the perfect skin tone! And now you've grown your hair back it'll look even better!"

"Skin tone?"

"Don't worry it's a silly aesthetic."

Mike immediately kicked himself. That would set Chester's Diva Tantrum off. He feebly tried to recover from his slight, but nonetheless dangerous faux pas,

"Ches, I didn-"

"Silly aesthetic, huh? You know what!? I'm gonna do it! I'll show you who's silly!"

Chester grabbed his wallet, keys and phone off Mike's kitchen table and stormed out the front door, yelling to Mike that he would call him sometime the next day. Mike's whoop of happiness was only just held off long enough for Chester to be out of earshot.

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The next afternoon, the phone's shrill ring pierced the comforting silence of Mike's art studio. He sighed, put his pencil down and reached over to grab it.

"Hello? Mike Shinoda speaking."

"What time do you want me?"

Mike chuckled at Chester's gruff tone. He had known Chester too long and too well to know that he wasn't angry, only pretending to be to protect his masculinity.

"Half an hour?"

"Fifteen minutes. Click."

Mike suddenly panicked. Fifteen minutes would probably not give him enough time to set up and get himself looking and smelling good. He chugged down his coffee, and after tossing up his options for a few minutes, he decided that looking and smelling good for Chester was more important. He raced around: in the shower, out of the shower, dry off, clothes, different clothes, shoes, different clothes, different shoes, back to the original clothes, hair, cologne...

"Phew." Mike gasped, slumping down in a kitchen chair- just as the doorbell rang. He jumped to get it- after all, a waiting Chester is an angry Chester. He swung the front door open and plastered a Shinoda grin on his handsome face.

"Hey, bro."

"Hey!" Chester grinned, thankfully in a much better mood. "So what's going down today? I wore what you told me to."

Mike bit back a moan. He'd asked Chester to wear plain white briefs. The mental image of Chester spread-eagled on his huge king sized bed clad only in tightey whiteys was a little bit too much for Mike's raging testosterone. He smiled weakly and stepped aside to let the blonde into the house. He shut the front door quietly and cleared his throat,

"Uh, if you want to help yourself to anything feel free because I have to set up."

Chester nodded, pulling a coke out of the fridge and chugging half of it. "Do you want me to get undressed?"

Mike swallowed thickly and forced a smile. "Sure. Just dump your clothes in the bathroom."

"'Kay."

Mike hurried up the stairs to his bedroom, rearranging the front of his jeans surreptitiously- or so he thought. Chester, unfortunately was in exactly the right spot for him to catch an eyeful of Mike's impressive erection tenting the front of his Dickies. He grinned, self-satisfied, swiping the tip of his tongue across his perfect upper teeth. 'Time to play.' he thought evilly, throwing his empty coke can in the trash and beginning to pull his clothes off before he even reached the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, Mike called to Chester to come into the bedroom. Chester obeyed, pulling a bathrobe on over his briefs and almost running into Mike's room. The sight that greeted his eyes was more than erotic. Mike's huge king-sized bed was covered in shimmering white satin sheets and pillows. The room was lit dimly by a row of candles behind the bed, their light licking gently over the satin- and Mike who was standing near the bed wearing only his boxers and holding a camera in one hand. Chester approached carefully, an expectant look on his face. Mike smiled shyly and motioned to the bed,

"You like?"

"It's amazing. But all this for a photography thing?"

"My art means a lot to me. You know that, C." Mike said, cocking his head to one side. Chester smiled apologetically.

"So, uh, where do you want me?"

Mike had so many answers to that question- none of which he could voice without being punched. So he bit his lip and said,

"Just uh, lay on the bed on your back and I'll direct you."

Chester smiled, a hint of seductiveness gracing it, and let his robe fall gracefully into a puddle at his feet. Mike visibly shivered. Chester climbed onto the bed and crawled, careful not to disturb the sheets too much, into the center of the bed. He reclined on his back and spread his legs comfortably. Mike surprised Chester by following him onto the bed.

"Ok," he said quietly, "Um, tangle your legs in the sheets- yeah, just like that- and, put one hand over your head- yep, exactly- and rest the other on your hip. Ok. Great. Now, let me just-" he reached over and twisted his fingers in Chester's blonde spikes, giving his a saucy bedhead look. Mike sat back on his heels. "Ok, now pout. I know you can. You always do." that earned him a punch that he dodged reflexively. "Don't mess it up! Just pout for me, ok? Good!"

Mike sat back for a few seconds to study Chester. His brown eyes were smouldering, blonde hair giving off an 'I-just-got-fucked-senseless' vibe, chiseled body almost glittering in the candlelight, long legs tangled provocatively in the sheets, arms stretched out almost beckoning to Mike. The emcee bit back a groan but continued professionally. He knelt up just next to Chester's midsection and began to snap shots.

Click! The delicate shell of a small ear and the valley of a porcelain cheek.

Click! Then the other.

Click! Both eyes, of darkest, richest chocolate tones, flecked with sparkling golden amber, and framed by long, almost feminine lashes and perfectly arched eyebrows.

Click! Soft, sensual pink lips, pouting naughtily, only disturbed by the glistening silver ring.

Click! Long, pale neck, dipping down into the soft curve of a collarbone, gently smoothing out again into a strong, flawless shoulder.

Mike bit his lip as he hesitated. If he went any further, he would have get into a better position- and move Chester's.

"Ches?" Mike whispered, hating to disturb his stunning human canvas, "Do you mind if I-" he motioned vaguely. Chester smiled softly and shook his head. Mike nodded and continued, "Um, I'm just gonna move you, ok?" he put down his camera. The first skin on skin contact sent a shock through both men- and all Mike had done was gently touch Chester's forearm. He struggled to rearrange Chester and keep self control- which, again, was seriously compromised when he slid one leg over Chester's hips and straddled him. Chester- purposely- didn't cover up a soft gasp.

"Ok. Here we go."

Click! The hard, flat plane of a pectoral muscle and the tiny dark nipple it was home to.

Click! Then the other.

Click! The shallow, rippling valleys of ribs.

Click! Slope and rise of all six gently defined abs.

Click! The hard, almost sharp, masculine hipbones and the enticing 'v' shape every well-defined male possessed.

Mike suddenly stopped and pulled back, annoyed at the white briefs cutting off his view.

"Mike?" Chester's silken sandpaper voice pierced the silence.

"Hmmm?"

"How about I roll over?"

Mike almost refused, as his control over certain lower appendages was wearing thin and a close up view of Chester's ass probably wouldn't help his situation. He stunned himself by replying confidently,

"Sure."

Chester rolled over gracefully and stretched his arms lazily above his head. Visions of fucking Chester slowly and gently, groaning at the soft intensity, danced through Mike's mind- or even better, Chester fucking him hard and fast, screaming his name and- Mike ripped his eyes from Chester's um, lower section, and concentrated on the task at hand.

Click! Broad shoulders, rippling with hard muscles covered in golden skin.

Click! Gently sloping waist, flaring out slightly to slim hips.

Mike shuddered as he focused and took the next shot.

Click! Round, high curves of Chester's bubble butt.

"Ch-Chester? Turn your head around, please? Like, look at me over your shoulder. And keep pouting."

Mike summoned up all the courage in his body. He slid one leg between Chester's thighs and leaned down to take the next shots. His entire body was flush up against Chester's- except for his hips, which were carefully pulled back slightly. He rested on his elbow, zoomed out and was just about to take the first shot when Chester stopped him.

"Mikey?"

"Hmmm?" Mike looked up from the camera and at Chester. The blonde's eyes were heavy lidded and he was smiling seductively. Mike shivered. "Ches? What-"

Chester's other hand slid out from underneath him and slowly moved downwards. Mike's eyes were as wide as saucers. Chester pulled Mike's hips forward into his ass and groaned loudly, grinding back onto Mike's erection.

"Mike! You're so hard!" he gasped out, shocking both Mike and himself.

"Chester- ah!- what are you doing?"

"I don't... know..." Chester panted.

"Jesus you look amazing... hold that... let me just-" Mike reached for the camera.

Click! Chester with his head thrown back in pleasure, eyes closed, mouth open. The very picture of sensuality.

Mike placed the camera down on the nightstand. Chester slid his hand back down, this time to slide underneath Mike's silk boxers and grip his ass. Mike's gasp turned into a low moan. "Ch-Chester... what..."

Chester finally showed his strength, rolling both him and Mike over so he was on top. He looked down at Mike for a few seconds then he leant down and whispered in Mike's ear,

"How do I look?"

Mike groaned, frightened by his own bravery, "So good, Ches... so fucking good..." Chester kissed Mike's ear very softly,

"You know what?" Chester slid down so his face was nestled in the crook of Mike's neck. As he spoke, his hand snaked down between Mike's legs and into his boxers, stroking his cock rhythmically, "You look so fucking sexy... You've got me so fucking hard and hotter than I've ever been... You're so perfect, Mikey... I was so scared to come over here this afternoon because I didn't think I could control myself... And it turns out I was right... But you did this, Mikey. Feel how hard I am, Mikey?" Chester pulled Mike's hand down between his legs, to feel the evidence of the conviction of his words.

"Oh, Chester... fuck me..."

~To Be Continued

A/N: MUAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! More? *elbows you and nods toward the 'review' button.