A/N: I wish I could blame Ros for this, but honestly it was all me. It just goes to show that I should not be allowed on the internet unsupervised. Title from John Ralston.

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Brad’s sitting on the overstuffed white couch in Chester’s lounge room, with his feet up on the coffee table and a steaming cup of tea nestled in his grasp. He blows on the hot liquid, scattering the steam, and tries to ignore the craving to go out onto the balcony and smoke a cigarette.

Law and Order: SVU is about to start any second now, and he doesn’t want to miss the opening scene. He doesn’t really enjoy the show, but he thinks the District Attorney is hot. One of the reasons he’d gone to University to study law – A lot of lawyer chicks were major babes. One of the reasons he dropped out, too. Turns out Brad liked boys better than girls.

The scene finishes and the opening credits start rolling and Brad’s gaze flicks between his half finished pack of Marlboro Lights and the balcony’s sliding door. Making his decision, he leans forward and places his cup of tea on the coffee table. Realizing his mistake, he lifts the tea back off the table and slides a coaster under the cup this time. Chester would kill him if it left a ring. The table probably cost him upwards of three thousand dollars.

Picking up his packet of cigarettes, Brad moves to get up off the couch, starting when Chester bursts through the front door.

Like a whirlwind, Chester throws his bag to the side, toes off his shoes and rips his shirt over his head, letting it drop to the floor.

He’s already panting slightly, his erection straining through his faded designer cargoes, when he says to Brad, “Hey.”

And with Chester Bennington standing in front of you, half naked and breathless, who was Brad to say no?

Forgetting his cigarettes, Brad tugs Chester forward by his belt loops and onto his lap, their lips meeting messily as Chester threads his hands through Brad’s hair and pulls him forward so he can kiss him more deeply.

Chester’s kisses are hot and aggressive, and don’t leave much to the imagination. He slips his tongue into Brad’s mouth hungrily, tasting all of him.

Pulling back as he gasps for air, Chester leans over to lick at the outer shell of Brad’s ear. “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he says, his voice dark and husky. “Thinking about how much I want you.”

Chester grinds onto Brad’s lap to punctuate his words, before trailing his mouth down Brad’s pale neck, sucking and biting as he goes. His nimble fingers make quick work on the buttons of Brad’s shirt, and his mouth follows the path of his fingers, licking hot, wet stripes over Brad’s heated skin and pushing his shirt off his shoulders.

Latching onto Brad’s left nipple, Chester rolls the hard bud around his mouth, before flattening his tongue up against it. Brad groans and bucks his hips unconsciously, needing more.

When Chester starts tracing the outline of Brad’s defined ribs, his whole body breaks out in goose bumps. Chester’s tongue dances along the ridges and grooves and he pulls back to blow warm air over Brad’s wet skin. The sensation is electric, and Brad’s toes curl.

“Fuck, Chester.” Brad hisses, his voice thick with arousal. “You’re so hot. So fucking hot.”

Chester smiles against Brad’s stomach before dipping his tongue into Brad’s bellybutton and sliding to the floor between Brad’s thighs.

Looking up at Brad from underneath his eyelashes, Chester’s mouth hovers over Brad’s clothed erection, and he says, “I love your cock, Brad. I love it when it’s heavy in my hand or hot and salty on my tongue. I love it when it’s hard and wet, rubbing against my belly when I fuck you up against the wall.”

Brad’s eyes roll into the back of his head and he lets out an embarrassing whimper. Chester pins his hips to the couch forcefully before attempting to undo Brad’s zipper with only his teeth. The teasingly light pressure of Chester’s lips over his cock is torture and when Chester final gets the zipper down, unsnaps the button and pulls Brad’s pants and boxers off and away, Brad’s body is flushed with a feeling of white hot relief.

Licking his lips, Chester says, more to Brad’s cock than to Brad, “I want you to come in my mouth.”

Between Chester’s slick, pretty pink mouth and his dirty-hot commentary, Brad has been rendered speechless, and can only let out an incoherent string of muted curse words.

Chester begins to apply slow, wide strokes along Brad’s shaft with his strong tongue, curling it around the head and then flattening his tongue along the vein that runs along the underside of Brad’s cock.

Chester’s hands are pinning Brad’s hips to the couch, but his thumbs are rubbing small, teasing circles along the inside of Brad’s thighs and the sensation is both distracting and pleasurable.

Chester shifts forward ever so slightly, lowering his mouth over the head of Brad’s penis and swallowing him down. Chester keeps his lips tight around Brad’s cock as he slides his mouth down, and the salvia left over from his teasing creates a good amount of suction. The pressure of Chester’s lips as they slide over Brad creates a delicious friction and he groans and tries to buck forward.

Chester pulls back and focuses his attention on the head of Brad’s penis, tonguing the slit and tracing the dip where the head meets the rest of the shaft. Popping his lips teasingly slowly over the ridge of the penis before plunging back down a few times has Brad’s knees trembling and his toes digging into the carpet.

“Oh God.” He pants, reaching a hand up to play with his nipples, and burying the other one into the soft hair at the back of Chester’s neck.

Chester removes his hands from Brad’s hips, slipping one around Brad’s shaft and sliding it up and down the slick, heated skin while his other hand fumbles with his own zipper.

Brad looks down in time to see Chester with his cock out, rubbing it with strong strokes and flicking his thumb over the slit. Brad is mesmerized by the sight of the swollen head of Chester’s cock as it slides through his fist.

Returning his mouth to Brad, Chester matches the movement of his hand of with lips, managing to engulf Brad’s entire penis this way. His tongue flattens along the underside and twists around the head, catching the first salty drops of precum from Brad’s leaking cock and humming low in his throat. The vibrations shoot along Brad’s shaft and his spine tingles.

Fisting down, and then all the way back up Brad’s cock, Chester removes his mouth briefly and uses his palm to slide and twist over the head, gliding his hand back down, followed by his mouth. He repeats this action until all of Brad’s muscles tense and his cock seems to harden even more underneath his tongue.

Pulling his mouth off Brad’s cock, Chester steadies out the up-down rhythm of his hand and says, “That’s it baby, come for me.”

Securing his lips back over Brad’s cock is all it takes, and Brad’s coming then, filling Chester’s mouth just like he’d asked, his own mouth hanging open in a silent scream. Chester swallows his mouthful and continues to stroke Brad through his orgasm, stopping when Brad’s body starts to tremble from the aftermath of his orgasm.

“Fuck.” Brad finally manages, his eyes glazed and his cheeks flushed red from exertion.

Chester grins slow and dirty from between Brad’s thighs, biting his lip innocently as he casts his eyes downward to his own straining erection.

Brad exhales nosily, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. “Take your pants off and get on all fours.” He instructs Chester.

“Think you’ve got it in you to fuck me after what I just did to you?” Chester grins cheekily as he removes his pants.

“I’m going to give you something better,” Brad says mysteriously, handing Chester a pillow from the couch.

“What’s this for?” Chester asks over his shoulder, as he gets into position.

Brad is momentarily distracted by the sight of Chester kneeling naked, on all fours, open, vulnerable and obedient, waiting for Brad.

“That’s for when your knees give out and you can’t hold yourself up anymore.” Brad says cockily.

“So far, you’re all talk.” Chester muses, somehow managing to sound bored even while his cock is hot and throbbing between his legs.

Brad laughs quietly, sidling up behind Chester and kissing along his sweaty neck and down his back, mouthing the raised bumps of Chester’s spine.

Gently kneading Chester ass cheeks, Brad kisses his way down to his waist and feels the singer stiffen beneath his hands in recognition.

Chester’s head bows between his shoulders and he let out a strangled, “So fucking dirty, Brad.”

It’s all the encouragement Brad needs, and he begins to gently kiss and lick Chester’s ass cheeks where they slope inwards and down, leading Brad to where he wants to go.

Working his way closer to the furrow, Brad takes his time, allowing Chester to get used to the sensation. Chester’s quiet moans and breathy whimpers make Brad’s spent cock twitch between his legs.

Carefully spreading open Chester’s ass cheeks, Brad leans forward and licks from top to bottom, flattening his tongue out along Chester’s trembling flesh. Brad then pulls back slightly, and using the very tip of his tongue, he lightly licks a ring around the rim of Chester’s opening, which clenches unconsciously as his body jerks. Brad shifts his hands to Chester’s stuttering hips, stilling them and angling them backwards and up slightly for better penetration.

Chester knees do indeed feel weak, and his head is swimming in an aroused filled daze. They’ve done this before, but each time is a little different as they become more comfortable with one another’s bodies and more daring to try new things. Not to mention the stigma surrounding the act and the feeling of doing something taboo, which increases the experience for Chester, the thought shooting straight to his cock.

For Chester, it was a heightened feeling of stimulation because Brad’s lips and tongue were softer and more sensitive than his fingers or his penis or their collection of sex toys. His soft wet tongue and lips, and the texture and wet heat felt when the strong muscle swiped over the delicate tissue of Chester’s ass produced pleasure in such an intensely intimate place.

Chester could come just thinking about what Brad had in store for him and he moans and pushes back when Brad circles his hole thoughtfully with his thumb before placing delicate licks and flutters of his tongue on and around Chester’s ass.

“I’m going to fuck you wide open with my tongue.” Brad breathes onto Chester’s feverish skin.

He loved getting Chester into this position so he could see everything clearly as he dipped his tongue in and out. Chester was so receptive to stimulation like this, and there was nothing hotter for Brad than seeing his boyfriend squirming as he licked him into climax.

His gaze drifts to the coffee table where he’d left his cup of tea earlier. The tea bag was still sitting in the cup because Brad drank his tea strong and black.

Lifting the warm tea to his lips, Brad swishes the liquid around his mouth before pressing his mouth to Chester’s opening and slowly starting to push his tongue into the contracting ring of muscle.

Brad was right, Chester’s knees buckled under him and he crashed to the floor awkwardly, catching his elbow on the carpet.

“Oh fuck…” he moans, his voice thick with pleasure-pain sensations and Brad smiles, leaning over to push the pillow underneath Chester’s hips so that his ass remained raised.

Chester immediately started rutting against the pillow, grinding his hips down and thrusting shallowly. Brad watches for a moment before bending down and sucking at the sweat that had pooled in the curve of Chester’s lower back.

“Please Brad.” He whispers huskily, swallowing past the lump in his throat. “Need you…wanna feel you.”

Brad blinks the sweat from his eyes and glances over at his cup of tea again. Lifting the teabag out of the tea, Brad tests the temperature on his inner arm before experimentally rubbing the warm bag over Chester’s ass.

“Whoa! What the hell is that?” Chester cries out, his body cringing backwards.

“Shhh.” Brad soothes, trailing the tea bag up and down in a gentle caress. “Does it feel good?”

“Ah…yeah, kinda strange. It’s not your tongue is it? What are you doing, Brad?”

“Making tea.” Brad grins, pushing the soggy bag into Chester’s hole before discarded the teabag and replacing it with his mouth.

With soft lips, he licks the excess tea away and starts to kiss Chester directly in his very center, over and over, sucking and licking and mouthing the sensitive nerve endings nestled there.

Chester moans and pushes back against Brad’s face, arching his back, and Brad begins to work his tongue’s strokes into a rhythm with short, firm licks. Feeling Chester opening up with arousal, Brad starts tongue fucking him, flicking his tongue in and out and moaning against Chester. The vibrations spread out from Brad’s tongue and right through to Chester’s core and he comes with a surprised cry, grinding down on the pillow before collapsing, sated and blissful.

Chester looks beautiful, spread out naked on the carpet, all fucked out and fucked open.

Brad decides to leave him there for a moment to catch his breath, pulling on his boxer shorts while he cleans up the tea and puts the teabag on the side of the sink as a reminder to take it out to the compost bin later.

“I think I ruined the cushion.” Chester slurs, smothering a yawn.

“Yeah, but it was worth it.” Brad says with a smile. “And we can always buy another cushion.”

“Mmm,” Chester agrees. “A lot more cushions.”

Brad smiles before rolling over Chester’s warm, pliant body. He smirks at the come drying over Chester’s stomach and thighs, his skin glowing with a light sheen of sweat.

“Wanna go take a shower?” Brad asks kindly.

“Don’t think I can move.” Chester sighs.

“I’ll take care of that,” Brad says, collecting his boyfriend’s warm, sated body into his arms and depositing him into the shower upstairs.

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Brad walks down the stairs, drying his hair with a yellow towel.

“Hey,” Mike says, from where he is leaning against the kitchen counter and looking sourly down at the mug gripped tightly in his hands.

“Christ Mike, do you ever knock?” Brad starts, dropping his towel in surprise.

“I doubt you would have heard me anyhow, you two must have been having quite the party.” Mike smiles, gesturing to the clothes scattered all over the lounge room.

Brad blushes, shifting uncomfortably and cringing further when Chester’s voice carries down the stairs, “Thank fuck you shaved this morning, Bradface. Pash rash on my ass is not cool.”

Walking into the kitchen, Chester stops and says chirpily, “Oh, hey Mike. Didn’t know you were here,” patting Brad’s ass as he moves towards the refrigerator.

“Huh.” Mike says, then, “I think there’s something wrong with your kettle.”

“What?” Brad asks, face still red from embarrassment.

“I made myself a cup of tea, but it tastes like ass.”

“You didn’t use the teabag that was on the sink, did you?” Brad asks, his stomach sinking.

“Yeah, why?” Mike says innocently. “It’s good for the environment if you use the same bag twice. I read it in Time Magazine.”

Chester makes a choked sounding noise from where he’s got his head buried in the refrigerator and Brad refuses to meet Mike’s gaze.

“What?” Mike says, frustrated that he’s been left out of the joke.

Unable to hold it in any longer, Chester bursts into a fit of laughter, tears streaming from his eyes as he looses his balance and has to grip onto the blue Formica counter for support. “Ass tea!” He wheezes, suddenly.

“What’s with him?” Mike asks in confusion.

“Um, Mike…” Brad begins.

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Mike storms into his house, slamming the door behind him and taking the stairs two at a time. Bursting into the bathroom, he piles toothpaste onto his toothbrush, follows that up with flossing and gargles and spits with his mouthwash until he’s convinced that he can no longer taste Chester in his mouth.

Rob watches with amusement from the bathroom door. “What’s wrong?” he asks.

Mike opens his mouth to explain what happened, but taking in the sight of Rob’s tight fitting jeans and the little strip of stomach poking out the top where his shirt has ridden up, he changes his mind.

“Hey Rob, wanna try something new tonight?” Mike grins.