ok…. so I have kinda a case of writer’s block on my story Slumber, but I came up with this idea and I couldn’t resist :P

“Chester?” I yelled through the hallway, “Where the hell did my les paul go???” he turned around to look at me, but kept walking.

“Um… I really don’t know, sorry dude.” with that he stumbled backwards not quite falling over but not exactly looking like he really didn’t have a hangover.

“Shit…” I mumbled to myself and I walked through the hotel and went to Joe and Brad’s room to see if one of them knew where it was… Or in Brad’s case had taken it. I stuck the key in the slot but the light didn’t blink, you’d think after this long I would have gotten the hang of these fucking cards… I lose them enough though, it probably served me right. After three or four more tries I finally got the light to blink green, but I guess I didn’t open the door correctly because… Well it didn’t open. I just ended up banging on the door extremely frustrated… Frustrated, huh, that is a good word for the entire day.

“Hello?” I pounded on the door a couple of times “Um… It’s Mike, will you please open the fucking door??!!” I practically shouted right as a couple of kids wearing bathing suits walked by looking at me like I was some sort of freak. The woman with them gave me an evil penetrating glare that only could have said ‘swear one more time in front of them and you won’t live much longer’. It almost made me want to swear again, but I didn’t, stupid kids, I really didn’t like the little brats most of the time. The door swung open and since I was leaning on it I fell onto Rob who looked extremely startled.

“Oh, sorry for that… Um, have you seen my les paul?” he didn’t say anything but swung the door open a little wider and I could see my guitar lying on Joe’s bed, plugged into Brad’s amp he uses specifically for hotels.

“Uh, yeah sorry Mike, I was just attempting to play… So I just took it out of our room and used Brad’s speaker-things.” he said sounding somewhat embarrassed.

“No, that’s fine I just was looking for it for like the past half-hour, tell me next time, eh?” I said, now that I knew where it was I could come back later and get it after Rob was done. As I turned to leave Rob started talking,

“Um, Mike do you think you could like show me some more stuff on the guitar now? I mean I’ve picked up a few things over the years but you show me... Something more advanced?” he asked apprehensively, I shrugged

“Sure.” It wasn’t like I had anything better to do. “Why the sudden interest?” I asked as I walked over to pick up the guitar.

“I don’t really know, it just seems that I should, you know I mean Linkin Park is my like whole fucking life after all…” he trailed off and watched me as I picked up my guitar, twirled it around and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Eh. That’s as good a reason as… Well, as why Brad started playing.” we both grinned at my joke, Rob came over and sat next to me, I guess waiting for me to tell him something, I handed him the guitar,

“Here,” I said pointing at it, “Frets, neck, body. When you play a chord on the frets closer to the body, it comes out higher.” he was holding the neck of the guitar with his left hand in the middle of it. His thumb was hanging over the edge like he might carry it.

“No, you would want your thumb to be halfway down the back of the neck, like this.” I put my hand on top of his and put his thumb in the back, then without saying anything I moved his fingers on top of the strings,

“You… Want to press down until the string your finger is on is touching the neck…” I shoved my hand into my pocket and found a pick,

“Here, you want to hold the pick with your right hand… like this, and the note your fingers are on now is… G.” he waited for me to tell him something else, “Oh, go ahead, strum.” he did. It was a little out of tune, but Rob probably hadn’t adjusted it before he started playing. He grinned,

“Thanks Mike, can you show me a few more?” he asked like, well someone who had wanted to play the guitar for a long time.

“Umm, yeah sure Rob…” I put my fingers on top of his and he moved them simultaneously with mine, for a moment he stopped looking my hands and looked into my eyes, he looked confused, but not about the instrument. Or maybe I was just imagining it, but I was sure I looked the same way.

“Mike…” he breathed, as we stared at each other, he lost his grip on the guitar… so did I, and it slid off his lap onto the floor with a dull thump as it hit the carpet, but we both didn’t really seem to notice. Everything was forgotten, the past, the future, what anything meant, what anything meant all gone… How could I think of anything but his blue-grey eyes if he stared at me like that? I could feel my pulse rising as I thought about the fact our hands were still touching. Our hands were still touching. He slowly moved his hand up my arm, as if not to scare me off, and I let him. My hand inched toward his shoulder, I knew on some level this might be wrong, but my instincts were screaming against all logic. As if there was a wall around him he let it down and slowly closed his eyes as he held on to my arm. His breathing became uneven and when I listened to him I heard mine become ragged as well.

His hand moved down my back and I felt him slowly pulling, but it was like he was asking not demanding. It was like I said yes by leaning into him. My hand crept to the back of his neck and I felt his shaggy hair between my fingers, I pulled his head close to mine and he gave in before even thinking of stopping. Our cheeks were touching now and his lips were the first to act as they pressed onto my face gently at first then harder as I did the same. His arms were now gripping my shoulder and the small of my back. I could feel this acclimating and I knew if I didn’t stop soon there would be no going back. Well what if I didn’t fucking want to go back? What if this wasn’t right, this was right. Screw media, this was Rob, like I never would have thought... possible. His arms drew me closer to his body and I left all rationality behind. Before I knew it he was holding me so tightly and his arms were caressing me roughly, but not rough enough for how I felt. He was kissing my neck and before I could think strait I suddenly itched for my shirt to be gone. I let go of him and yanked at the buttons but continued to kiss him. I pulled it off and threw it behind me onto the floor. Rob was wearing a t-shirt so we broke apart briefly while pulled it over his head but we were closer than we had been before, more rapid than it was before. Everything was happening so quickly and not quickly enough. I wanted to hold him, and even more I wanted him to hold me. We fell sideways onto the bed, the brief thought that it was Brad’s bed drifted through my mind but it was gone before it mattered. Rob seemed to somehow know me better than anyone else even though we’d never as much as held hands before this. He was kissing my arms now, brushing his fingertips across the surface of my skin. Silent tears fell down my face for which I had no rhyme or reason to for.

“Mike? What is it?” Rob asked when he saw them, instead of answering I kicked my shoes and socks off and smiled with the tears still running down my face. I shuffled down to where he was and started kissing him with more passion than I thought I could have mustered for any other person in the world. In response to this he kicked off his black cargo pants and started kissing me back. Our bodies continued moving together like wheat would blow in the summer winds. His skin was so warm, if anything constituted as bliss or perfection, this would be it. We broke apart for a moment.

“Rob?” I said

“Mmm?” he mumbled with his eyes closed

“I think I love you.” I said quietly, Rob opened his eyes and looked at me

“Well I’ve always loved you.” I smiled. It didn’t matter what happened next.

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