a/n: I know it's not my normal way of doing things, but I was bored and this idea was really bugging me. *shrugs* I did keep my normal style of thoughts being italicized. (Sorry for any mistakes.)

This is dedicated to all the members of my crew who love Mike, Rob, or the pairing of Mike/Rob, or just a yummy story. A special dedication to GetUp ; ) Why? B-CUZ I SAID SO!! XDDD

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*3rd person*

[on the tour bus]

Another tour, another day. Mike thought wearily as he turned off Pro-Tools after a long days work.

He quietly turned the swivel chair around to look at his five best friends. Phoenix and Joe were sitting on the floor playing a racing game on the Playstation2. Sitting on the end of the leather couch sat Brad cheering for Phe and Chaz and Chaz rooting for Joe. On the other end of the couch, Rob sat indian style deeply enveloped in a mystery novel.

Everyone was pretty occupied so there wasn't much need to for thinking, to Mike's relief. See Mike Shinoda had a secret. It was a secret only his family knew and no one else, not even his best friends. His secret is that he has the ability to read minds. That was the reason why he always kept himself so busy, so that his mind wouldn't wander to someone elses.

Mike wanted to tell his friends, he really did. It's just that he was afraid. He was afraid of how they would react, afraid that if he told them that if he told them they'd always feel paranoid thinking he was listening to their every thought. And though he knew they were his friends and that deep down they would understand, he still didn't want to take that risk. He was a mind reader, not a psychic, but he knew that at least one of them would overreact and it wasn't what he wanted.

Mike just sat there watching the quiet bassist kick the hyperactive DJ's ass. Brad was litterally on the edge of his seat while Chaz was gripping at Joe's jeans due to Joe losing. Rob had just looked up for the first time since he opened the book, first glancing at the TV screen, then to the exhausted emcee.

Dammit! Phe's too good, I can't pass him out. Hmm..I wonder if I could get away with taking the shortcut ahead.

"Watch out Phe, looks like Joe's planning on using the shortcut," Mike warned.

"HE CAN'T DO THAT!! We agreed to play fairly!" the disgruntled bassist yelled taking a quick glace at Joe, while Joe added, "How does he know that?!" I swear I was just thinking that exact idea!" the confused DJ stopped just as Chaz made a grab for the controller.

"I told you already, I know that look you get when you're about to cheat," Mike lied. Joe just pouted and went back to watching the screen.

Mike looked at Rob the same time Rob looked at Mike. Mike smiled and the drummer smiled back then looked down at his book, a slight blush tinting his cheeks.

The drummer may have appeared to be reading to the others, but only Mike knew what he was really thinking:

He's so amazing, just look at him. He's so tired and yet he still works hard. ...Why can't I just tell him how I feel? What's so hard about the words 'I love you?' They're just three simple words! ...No, that's not true. It's not the words, it the feelings behind them. *sigh* What does it matter anyway...Mike's not gay. He may be single, but he's not gay. He just thinks of me as a "brother" and that's it.

Then the lonely drummer stopped thinking and went back to reading his book as Mike smiled at the poor drummer's thoughts. This wasn't the first time, he heard Rob thinking of him that way.

Oh, how wrong you are, Rob.

To be honest, Mike felt that same. He loved the drummer just as much as the drummer loved him, if not more so.

It was weird though. Rob's feelings for Mike had only started about two weeks ago.

Until then, Mike had never thought of Rob that way. When he started hearing about himself in Rob's thoughts, he realized that Rob would indeed make the perfect boyfriend...and an even better lover...

The stuff Mike heard coming from the drummer's mind would shock you. And only Mike knew what was really going on in the reserved drummer's head. Let's just say that Rob Bourdon knew how to give AND receive.

The only reason Mike never told the younger man he loved him back was because he wanted Rob to tell him for himself. He wanted to hear Rob say those special words to him for real, not just from his thoughts. And even though Mike was creative and artsy, he could never think of something to do or say to give Rob that gentle push. ...Well, nothing that wouldn't scare his beloved away...

And with that, Mike's thoughts changed to how he wanted his drummer to make sweet love to him. It would first start with the other four out of the room, no one with any clue what would ensue. (Though he thought the idea of giving the guys a show extremely erotic, even if Rob would never go for it.) Then they would both stand up and as Mike was about to open the door (which was slightly open) Rob would softly call his name, nothing more than just a whisper. As Mike slowly turned around, Rob would close the gap between them in one giant stride.

They were now face to face, their lips mere inches apart and the sight of Rob's silky pink lips hovering above was enough to make Mike's knees grow weak. He also envisioned Rob turning the tables and becoming the mind reader, knowing through instinct and intuition. Sensing Mike's momentary weakness, Rob would slowly back Mike up against the door making it click shut as he had Mike pinned.

Mike didn't have to read his mind to know that Rob loved him, his chocolate brown eyes had said everything already. And yet, there was a mysterious twinkle in the drummer's eyes. It was something very few were priveledged to see.

He knew that Rob had an agressive side to him, half of it you could see while he was on stage pounding on the drums, the other half is when...well you get the idea...

Mike just stared up at his younger lover, patiently waiting for him to make the first move. He was the one that started this after all. To give Rob the extra incentive, Mike tactfully wetted his lips as he seductively glided his tongue over his lower lip coating them with his natural taste.

Rob would watch intently, his eyes glued to The Glue's perfectly kissable lips, imagining the asian's tongue gliding elsewhere. That was all he needed as Rob acted and gently brought his lips down to Mike's, savoring his flavor. Their kiss started out softly, but as the hunger and need grew so did the force.

Since Rob was a few inches taller than the emcee, he had to bend over a little to get what he wanted, but after awhile it started to become a strain on him. So he took matters in to his own hands (again litterally) and without any hint of shyness, cupped Mike's nicely round ass lifting him up a little and grinded his hips to help support Mike. Mike also helped out by wrapping his legs around the drummers lean waist and his arms around Rob's neck as Rob applied more pressure and had Mike sandwiched between himself and the door.

A pleasureable shiver licked down Mike's spine, just as Rob went for his collarbone. After a few minutes spent there, he then turned his attention back to Mike's lips, his tongue sweeping up Mike's delicious skin to repeat the action that Mike used just moments before. Mike was sure that even Heaven couldn't have felt this good as Rob artfully teased the rappers lips silently coaxing him to allow him entrance. Unable to resist, Mike opened his mouth and let the drummer's tongue have his way with him as he swirled it this way and that, getting all that he asked for and more.

The feeling of vulnerablity also set in as Mike became aware of Rob's massive hard on gently knudging at his opening, even though he was still in his army green cargos. Also around that area, Rob's hands expertly kneaded his bottom making Mike almost forget that he had to hold on.

"Mike!!!" Rob yelled suddenly, and Mike shook himself out of his daydream. "C'mon man. We're at the hotel. You can sleep there."

Dammit, it was only a dream. He thought bitterly as he looked up to Rob standing before him. It was then he realized that it was deja vu all over again. He and Rob were standing up, and all it took was one giant stride from the drummer to make everything happen again, this time for real. But Rob crushed that thought, as he took one step towards Mike and opened the door instead of closing it.

But Mike didn't mind, he some how knew he'd get his chance with the drummer sooner or later and when he did, he'd make it count. He smiled to himself as he thought that maybe he did have some psychic in him after all.

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a/n: God, what I'd give just to be Mike for those few seconds...only, I wanna be pinned to the door.*implodes* Those were just some of the things Rob thinks just with their clothes on...We should have a contest to see who has the biggest spitbubble at the end. XDD [I'm not called the Temptress (inside nickname) for nothing... ;) ]

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