This is my first attempt for lpfiction. Special thanks to dark_red for the beta. NC-17 for language and slash. If you take the time to read, please review...and be kind...it was unnerving to post this as I have been an avid reader of fics on this site for a while now and am just getting the courage to try one of my own. Much love <3 and hopefully you will enjoy.

“I’ve forgotten how much this shit hurts,” Chester bit down on his lower lip as Max continued to fill in the dragon tattoo on his left shoulder.

“Pussy,” Max muttered, “Be fucking still, dude.”

“Fuck you, man,” Chester replied as he tried harder to lie still while on his stomach on the table. “That’s a fucking sensitive area, dude.” Max shook his head, pausing for a second, a smirk on his face. Chester looked back at him, grateful for a break. “We can’t all be such hard asses like you, man.”

Max glowered at him, knowing him too well. “How many motherfucking times have we been through this, dude?” he asked. “You would think with the amount of ink you have on your body, you’d have grown a set of balls by now.” Max laughed. Chester pushed to a seated position.

“Don’t give me that shit, Max,” Chester said, rolling his shoulder to loosen up, feeling the burn. “Fuck off anyway.” Chester took a long sip of beer from a bottle. They had been working on filling in his back pieces for the last three hours. They had about another forty-five minutes until completion.

“Alright, man. Take a fucking break, I need to piss anyway,” Max got up, chuckling as he walked out through the swinging saloon doors of his room.

Chester nodded, looking up at the TV on the wall where an old western with John Wayne playing soundlessly. It was almost nine thirty at night and Chester remember he was supposed to meet Mike and the guys from the band for drinks later. They were on break from another U.S. tour for the next two weeks. Chester rubbed his eyes, realizing he had gotten maybe ten hours of sleep over the last three days. His divorce, now final, had taken its toll on him. His second marriage to Talinda had ended in less than three years. Another brilliant indication of his relationship successes, he thought negatively.

Women sucked, he thought, as he kicked Max’s stool with the toe of his boot. Chester was beginning to believe that maybe he was meant to be alone. It took too much work and way too fucking much time balancing personal relationships and his career, especially right now. There was always something going on which took precedence over the other. He hardly had time to breathe, much less nurture a fucking relationship.

Talinda had been about as high maintenance as you could get. Fucking beautiful, but goddamn was she a pain in the ass. It was his first attempt in a relationship with a model. She was arrogant, self absorbed and fucking crazy. Their romance was a whirlwind from the moment they met. They fell in love and married in a matter of three months. She was from Bulgaria and had the most amazing accent. Chester was smitten immediately. She towered over him by a good four inches and fuck had he loved those long legs wrapped around him.

She was also bisexual, often bringing others home to play in the bedroom, which had not bothered Chester a bit…at first. He had always been up for adventure in the bedroom, comfortable with his own bisexuality. It was insanity; she was completely insatiable.

They had separated two months earlier and Chester still felt exhausted, mentally and physically. It had been a mistake to marry her. The countless warnings from friends and family had gone unheeded. Now, they were in the middle of a huge legal dispute. Talinda planned to take him to the cleaners as best she could financially. It was a complete disaster. He was eternally grateful that they had not been able to reproduce. Money was one thing, but a lifetime connection to that woman would have been the kiss of death.

“You ready to finish this shit up?” Max plopped down on his stool, looking at Chester. Chester nodded, assuming his position on the table as Max prepared to start back up. Several minutes went by in silence before Max started talking to him again. “You still leaving tomorrow for Colorado?”

“Yeah,” Chester replied. “It’s going to be a good trip, dude. The whole band is going. I’ve been checking the weather and the skiing is gonna be dope. I can’t fucking wait, man.”

“Sounds like a good time,” Max told him, “I’ve never been to Steamboat.”

“Me either,” Chester spoke, his chin resting on his forearm. Chester’s phone buzzed in his pocket. “Hang on, dude.” Max stopped and let him pull out his phone. It was Mike, his best friend and fellow band mate.

“Yo, what up, Shinoda?” Chester answered. Music blared into his ear as Mike yelled over the noise.

“Chaz, dude, where are you?”

“I’m still finishing up this tattoo, man. What’s up?”

“We’re waiting on you, dude. This fucking band is fresh. You need to get your ass down here,” Mike continued over the loud music.

“I’ll be there soon, I’ll be about another half hour.” Chester held the phone away from his ear as he heard a guitar riff scream in the background.

“Cool, see ya later then,” Mike hung up before Chester could say any more.

“Alright, dude. Let’s finish this shit,” Chester told Max as he reassumed the position on his stomach. It wasn’t long before Chester felt himself forgetting the pain and the euphoria of adrenaline taking over.

********

Chester tossed a handful of mixed nuts in his mouth as he sat in the bar at LAX, waiting for the rest of the band to arrive late the next afternoon.

“Oh my God, are you….” Chester closed his eyes, praying he wasn’t recognized, but knowing he had been. Putting on his best behavior and sexiest smile, he turned to see a young girl standing beside him ordering a drink. “You are him…oh wow…”

“Hi,” he reached out to shake her hand after dusting the salt off his fingers against his jeans. She was about twenty years old, cute and blonde.

“I love your music, you have the most amazing voice ever,” she gushed as she shook his hand. “I’m Amanda. I have been a huge fan of Linkin Park, since I was a teenager. There is not an album of yours I don’t have.”

“Thanks Amanda,” he grinned. “It’s always nice to hear that. I appreciate your support. Without people like you, we wouldn’t be where we are today.” Chester turned back to the bar, taking a sip of his beer.

“Wow, this is weird. I’ve never met anyone famous before,” Amanda was frozen in her place, looking at him. Chester nodded his head, he was really not in the mood, but forced himself to remain jovial. “Would you mind giving me an autograph?” she asked, immediately digging through her purse for something to write with and sign.

“Sure,” Chester replied, peering over her head and seeing Mike and Phoenix enter the bar. Amanda produced a scrap of paper and a pen. “Amanda, that’s A-m-a-n-d-a, right?” he spelled as he took the pen and paper from her. He autographed the paper with his name and handed it back to her.

“Oh, thanks so much, Chester,” Amanda’s face was red now as she looked down, reading what he had written to her. ‘Thanks for your support, Amanda…Stay insane…Chaz Bennington’.

“You’re very welcome. You take care now,” he said. Amanda nodded, picking up her drink and walking away from the bar, completely star struck. Mike and Phoenix walked up behind Chester.

“Oh Chaz, you’re so hot! Can I…can I…suck your cock?” Mike whispered under his breath, near Chester’s ear, using his best fan girl voice as he sat down next to Chester at the bar and pulling his own baseball cap down over his eyes. Chester reached out with his hands encircling Mike’s neck and threatening to squeeze the life out of him.

“You shut the fuck up, Shinoda…if you’re good, I’ll let you suck me off later…” Chester grinned, giggling.

“You fucking wish, Bennington…” Mike ordered a beer as Chester and Phoenix shook hands in greeting.

“What up, Phi?” Chester pulled him in giving him a pat on the shoulder while squeezing his hands. “You guys ready to fucking party or what?”

“Fuck yeah, dude,” Phoenix told him, taking Mike’s beer before he could say anything.

“What the fuck, asshole?” Mike looked at him as he shook his head turning around to order another, knowing Phoenix would not give him his beer back. Brad, Joe and Rob walked up at that time, joining them for a drink before they headed onto the plane for Colorado.

********

“This place fucking rocks…” Mike whispered as they entered the lobby of the ski lodge. Chester agreed, readjusting his bag over his shoulder. It was fucking cold, that was for sure. An Arizonian through and through, Chester was not much for cold weather. The main lobby looked like an elaborate log cabin complete with an almost floor to ceiling stone fireplace. Leather couches and chairs were everywhere, people congregated all over the room. They headed over to check in at the registration desk while the other guys fell into the leather furniture in front of the blazing fireplace.

“How is it we always get stuck with the shitty jobs?” Chester mentioned to Mike as they pulled out their wallets and identification for check in. Mike shrugged, a smile in the corner of his mouth.

“Fucking assholes…” He whispered back to Chester as the clerk began to assist them. Chester watched the people skiing and snowboarding down the mountain outside. Soft white snow fell gently, creating a beautiful scene. Enya filtered through the lobby, giving the entire place a relaxing feel. This was exactly what the doctor ordered, Chester thought as Mike pushed the register toward him to sign.

“We hope you enjoy your stay and if there is anything at all we can do for you, don’t hesitate to let us know,” the clerk smiled and pushed an envelope forward, which held six keys to the three rooms they had reserved. Chester smiled at the person behind the counter as he picked up the envelope.

“Let’s go check it out,” Chester told Mike as they walked away to collect the other members of their party before heading upstairs to settle in.

*********

“Why do I always have to room with you anyway?” Chester teased as Mike slipped the keycard into the electric door lock.

“’Cause you fucking love me, that’s why,” Mike laughed, pushing the door open when the green light appeared. “Besides, I’m the only one of us who doesn’t snore and you are a picky motherfucker!” Mike tossed his bag onto one of the beds. “Plus, I’m the only one who will put up with your anal ass!” Chester sat on his bed, dropping his bag at his feet.

“And Shinoda, don’t forget, you look the best in your underwear…” Chester added, grinning at him. Mike shook his head. “I need to be surrounded by attractive visual stimuli…it keeps me creative…” Chester was laughing nonstop now.

“You’re sick in the head, dude,” Mike closed the bathroom door behind him. Chester lay back on the bed, his hands behind his head, stretching with a yawn. God, a nap sounded good, he thought as he kicked his boots off. Mike came out of the bathroom and fell onto his bed face first.

“I’m fucking tired, man,” he told him into the pillow.

“Me too, dude. How about a nap before dinner?” Chester asked, already pulling back the comforter and climbing between the sheets.

“Only if you come snuggle and spoon me,” Mike told him, lifting his head off the pillow to look at Chester. Chester cracked one of his closed eyes to see the amusement on Mike’s face.

“Don’t tempt me,” Chester teased back. “You know I go both ways.” Mike gave a throaty laugh as pulled off his sweater, getting into his bed.

“How could I forget?” Mike asked, bunching the pillow under his head.

“You better sleep with one eye open, dude. You might just get what you asked for and more. I’ve been without for over three months now,” Chester told him as he settled down between the cool sheets, feeling his entire body relax.

“Three months! Jesus, how can you take it?” Mike screamed in an exaggerated tone. “You must feel like an animal…bet ole lefty’s been getting a work out…” he continued to taunt him, gesturing that he had been jerking off. “I hope you brought plenty of condoms because I plan to use the ‘old skool’ hat on the door method this trip. It’s been even longer for me and I am getting laid come hell or high water!”

“Oh, Mikey…you know you can always come to me…I’ll take care of you…” Chester purred in his best flamboyant lisp. A pillow from Mike’s bed flew over and hit Chester in the face. Both men erupted with laughter.

“You just need to stay over there, dude…I’m not that desperate…yet…” Mike told him, leaning over to turn the lamp off on the bedside table. “But, I will keep you posted...”

Chester smiled while looking up at the ceiling, listening to Mike breathing. He had already fallen asleep. It was always like this. They had been friends for years. Mike was the only person who had ever accepted him for the uniquely insane person that he was. He could tell him anything and know he would not be judged. Chester had developed a crush on him the very first day of their meeting. It was an instant attraction for him, but Mike was straight. In addition, Chester had not wanted anything to change about their friendship. Mike was too important to him.

They had each watched the other go through multiple relationships. There had been so many times when Chester just about said ‘fuck it, I know I could make him happy’. Mike was everything you could ever want, Chester mused. He was talented, smart, and hysterically funny, not to mention fucking unbelievably gorgeous. Chester had always been a sucker for brunettes with dark skin. The half-Japanese man was slim but incredibly muscular. He also had the best fucking ass. You could bounce a coin off it, it was so fucking hard.

Realizing he was getting aroused, Chester quickly turned over, facing the wall. ‘I should have roomed with Brad,’ Chester thought to himself, ‘I’ve been without for too long. Fucking Shinoda…’ He shook his head, forcing his eyes closed in attempt to sleep, despite the raging hard-on he now experienced.

*******

“Fuckin’ A, dude. That was awesome,” Chester yelled over the snowmobile motor as he finally caught up with Brad and Rob. They had rented snowmobiles and were touring the trails surrounding the lodge. It was beautiful out, the snow still falling in soft flakes around them. Chester was smiling like a kid as he leaned back, letting a snowflake hit his tongue.

He wished Mike had decided to join them, but he was busy picking up chicks back at the lodge. He had not been kidding about tapping ass on this trip. They had been there two days and he had already fucked at least two girls. In fact, Chester considered getting his own room after being stuck in the lobby for three hours last night while he waited on him to finish. The ‘old skool’ hat on the door trick had started out amusing but quickly faded to fucking annoying when all he wanted to do was shower and get into his bed with sore muscles from skiing all day. Snowboarding for the first time had been quite an experience but had resulted in every muscle in his body tender to the touch.

“Did you see me almost roll this thing?” Brad called to Chester, climbing off the snowmobile, handing the keys to the attendant as they returned them.

“Yeah, dude, you were fucking flying!” Chester also got off, pushing his snow goggles up on his forehead, laughing at Rob as he slipped on a patch of ice and almost busting his ass. He and Brad pointed at him, laughing like crazy while Rob flipped them both off.

“What do you expect dude? I’m from fucking California!” Rob pushed Chester’s shoulder, throwing him off balance while Brad took a handful of snow and shoved it down the back of Rob’s jacket. “Oh, you’re a dead man…” Rob started, reaching for his own snowball to hurl at Brad as he took off running. A snowball fight ensued between the three guys. Chester hid behind a tree, waiting for his chance to get Brad.

“Where are you, you motherfucker?” He heard Rob looking for him. Trying not to laugh, Chester squatted down behind the tree, creating a huge ball of snow between his gloved hands. He held his breath as Rob walked by the tree he was behind when out of nowhere Brad came up next to him and planted a huge handful of snow on top of his head, packing it down, causing it to fall into his eyes and down his jacket.

“There you go, buddy.” Brad teased as he prepared to run from Chester again, but Rob was ready. Chester assisted Rob as they took Brad down in the snow, wrestling him. Snow flew as they shoved handfuls in his coat, on his face and in his hair. Screams of laughter rang through the air as they all ended up out of breath on their backs, looking up as the snow fell on their faces.

“What the fuck are you faggots doing?” Phoenix asked as he walked up to the three of them lying in the snow, laughing hysterically. Joe watched from behind as Brad and Rob pulled Phoenix down in the snow, also allowing Chester to jump on him and cover him with snow.

“Where the hell is Mike when you need him?” Joe asked as he walked up tentatively. “You all are fucking crazy…a bunch of freaking immature assholes…” Joe started to tease as Phoenix reached out and grabbed his boot, tumbling him on top of them.

“Who are you calling immature?” Brad yelled, stuffing snow down Joe’s jacket. More laughter followed by snow flinging began as Chester stood up, dusting himself off. He was now wet AND cold.

“Where do you think you’re going, Bennington, you fucking freak?” Rob yelled out as Chester flipped him off. He began to make his way back to the lodge to get out of his wet clothes, listening to them laughing and fighting behind him.

Mike was not in the lobby; Chester noticed seeing the place where they had left him earlier. He prayed silently, he was not going to find a hat on the door. He was freakin’ freezing, desperately wanting a hot shower. “Thank God,” Chester mumbled as he got to their room and saw that there was no telltale sign of a hat keeping him out of his own room. He entered with his key to an empty room, although Mike’s bedcovers were destroyed, showing evidence of yet another interlude, complete with a torn condom wrapper on the bedside table.

‘Nice, Shinoda…classy…” Chester rolled his eyes, looking down at the bed where he had just been. Without thinking, Chester reached out and took a pillow off the bed. He looked at the pillow for a moment before slowly bringing it up to his face. He closed his eyes in anticipation before he inhaled deeply. Mike was all over it. Chester grew hard, instantly. What am I doing? Chester threw the pillow back on the bed. What the fuck am I doing? You are losing it, Bennington, he told himself as he began to pull off his wet ski jacket and pants.

He shook his head again, cursing as he pulled off his sweater, followed by his long underwear that was now wet from the melted snow that had seeped under his ski clothes. Chester started the hot water as he hung up the wet clothes in the bathroom. Steam filled the bathroom, warming his cold bones. Chester climbed into the shower, letting the hot water stream over his shoulders and down his body. Even his toes were cold, he thought as he finally began to warm up.

Chester realized as he leaned against the shower tile that he could still smell Mike as he had on that pillow. This is crazy, he thought to himself, feeling his arousal becoming painful. You need to get laid, man…he told himself. Using the soap, he began to jerk off, needing the release. Chester began to picture his now ex-wife as he had done for the last three years. He began to fantasize about her body, what it felt like to fuck her…when he began to smell Mike on the pillow again.

Fuck it, Chester told himself as he jerked himself harder and faster. He allowed himself to indulge in his thoughts toward Mike, imagining his mouth on him, all over him. What would he taste like, how his lips would feel; his fucking amazing body pressed against him, his cock hard and on fire for him. Chester almost came from just the thought of it alone.

Chester bit his bottom lip, thrusting his hips forward, stroking himself even harder now. What would he feel like inside me, his cock fucking me into oblivion? He could almost feel Mike’s tongue in his mouth as he pressed his back into the tile. Chester exploded his seed into his hand without warning, continuing to pull his dick through the orgasm’s entirety, feeling his warm cum trickle between his fingers. Jesus, what the fuck was this? Chester moaned, putting his face under the water. This was fucking misery.

A/N: This is my first attempt for LPfiction, please be kind. I know it is not super original or fantastic in any way but I am just getting started, please be patient, I do actually have a plot in mind, it is just taking me a while to get there as I tend to be descriptive to a fault. Any and all reviews are graciciously welcome. Thanks for taking the time to read.