So here's another fanfiction for ya! Dont know where it came from, just had to write something for the sake of writing something!...Okay that sounded weird. And i know that i should be updating my older stories too, and i will! Soon, but why wont you read this while waiting.

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Chester never thought that the day would come, when he’d openly admit that he doesn’t know how to use a DVD player. But now as he stands in the middle of his living room, holding all different colored wires in his tattooed hands, a dumbfounded expression edged on his face.

He knows it: he needs help.

And asking for help has never been easy for him, not to mention with something as simple as connecting his DVD player with his TV. Like every normal human being, he doesn’t want to appear stupid, not that his friends wouldn't know that one already. No, just kidding.

They don’t really think he’s stupid, a little dull sometimes, but everyone knows he has some extraordinary habits which usually just lead into trouble for him and hysterical laughter for everyone watching.

The singer always seems confident in what he’s doing, but right now he didn't have the slightest clue where he would stick the god damned wires into. He never had this problem with his older, now obviously broken DVD player, because, as he recalls it, it was Joe who had lunged into his living room the second he had bought the useless piece of shit and camped there for the few following weeks.

He groans loudly from frustration and tosses the unattached wires across the room, making them land on top of the cardboard box containing the actual DVD player with the instructions manual he had not given the smallest glance at.

“Unbelievable.” He mutters to himself while dialing the almost all too familiar number with his cell, his other hand clutching itself on the dark jeans hanging loosely on the pale mans hips.

“Come on, pick up!” His patience was wearing thin, and as the beep sound echoed in his ears for the tenth time, he was ready to slam the poor phone against the nearest wall.

“Well, hello Chester.” Mikes cheerful voice replaced the annoying beep just in time to save the doomed phone from being smashed into pieces. Yep, it was one lucky phone.

“Yeah, hi Mike. Listen, I'm gonna cut the crap and say this as simply as possible: I need your help.” He sighs the last part, knowing that Mike would not let this go easily.

“What? Did I just hear what I think I heard? Or are my ears deceiving me. The Chester Bennington needs my help?”

“Yes Mike, now could you please let it go and drag your lazy ass over here.” He snarled his response to Mikes sarcastic tone and prayed to god Mike would get the hint and stop while he could.

“Hey, if you want my help you’re gonna have to ask nicely.” Oh dear god, Mike sure knew how to annoy the hell out of anyone, especially Chester.

“Mike! Come on!”

“Nope, you’re gonna have to beg.” The singer could imagine the huge smirk on Mikes face as he spoke.

Because Mike broadly knew that not every day does The Chester Bennington ask for his help, and he was gonna enjoy it while it lasted.

“Fine! Mike please, I need your help. Could you please come over? PLEASE!” He added one more sarcastic please and waited patiently for Mike to stop his hysterical laughter on the other end.

“Okay Ches, I’ll come and save you. What is it that you need help with?”

“I.. Uhm, I’ll show you when you get here..” He had decided to avoid the subject as long as possible, still he knew very well that in order for Mike to help him, he obviously needed to know what the problem was.

“Well ok then, I’ll be there in five. Bye!” And the line went dead before Chester had the time to say anything more. Mike seemed to be in hurry.

He still couldn’t believe the emcee made him beg.

“Arrogant bastard.. I’ll show him..” He muttered and slumped down onto the couch, still wondering why the younger man hang up on him with such enthusiasm.

In the last few months, Chester had noted Mike’s weird behavior towards him, but usually didn't let it bother him. He just marked it as stress, or too much caffeine.

Though, the continuous mood swings worried him a bit.

Some days Mike could go from dead serious, into complete sugar rush in just matter of minutes.

Going all touchy feely on him. He hated it. He didn't like to be touched.

And it was weird, but as long as it didn't harm anybody, especially Mike himself, he didn't bring it up.

All the badly slept nights finally catched on to him, Chesters eyes started to slip close and he was on the verge of falling asleep. On that exact same moment the door bell rang, and just a couple of meters away from him, on the other side of the door, stood a very exhausted and panting Mike Shinoda.

Chester’s eyes instantly snapped open and he jerked up off the couch maybe too quickly. Sudden dizziness crashed down onto him, causing him to lean back against the couch in search for something solid to hold on to. The door bell rang for the second time, Mike was seemingly getting impatient.

“I’m coming! Damnit…” Chester cursed and walked to the door after regaining his composure. Then the door bell went into a rampage and all that could be heard in the house was the nerving ‘ding dong ding dong’.

Only Mike could be such a childish jerk to do this. Chester thought and quickly unlocked the door to reveal, just as he thought, Mike with an ear to ear grin on his face, pushing the small button over and over again and the ding dong sounds continued.

“Mike! Stop it you ass!” Chester groaned and Mike seemed to notice him only just then, judging by the sudden squeak and jump he did.

“Oh, hi Chaz. Didn't see you there...” He giggled breathlessly as a response as Chester gave him some room to step into the small apartment.

Chester noted the way Mikes breathing was obviously frantic as he gasped and wheezed on his porch.

“Mike, did you run here?” He asked in amazement. Mike seriously ran here? It troubled him over belief.

“Yeah…”

“What the fuck for?”

“Well… You said you needed help, didn't you?” He stated, seeming actually confused.

“Oh…” Was all Chester could say. It made him blush to think that Mike had run all the way there just because he needed help. He actually felt embarrassed about what he was gonna ask help for. And as Mike took his jacket off, hanging it carelessly in a hook on the wall, Chester sure could feel his stomach wrenching painfully.

“So tell me. What do you need help with?” Mikes cheerful voice seemed to echo in the depths of Chesters mind, just increasing the nervous feeling in his guts.

Even though he didn't know himself: why was he being so anxious. So instead of telling Mike straight away, he settled into walking to the living room, picking the DVD box up, and handing it to him with no words said. He was an idiot and he knew it.

“What’s this Chazzy Chaz?”

“Uh..” Yep that was it, he’s doomed. Mike’s gonna laugh at him for the rest of his life.

“Chester, is this a DVD player?” At that, Chester opened his eyes, not even knowing when he had closed them.

“Uh-huh..”

“Okay, where do you want it?”

“W-what?” Chester couldn’t believe it, Mike wasn't laughing.

Maybe he was just being paranoid.

“I asked where you want me to set it. Isn’t that what you asked me here for? … Are you okay? You’re looking a bit pale.” Mike seemed genuinely concerned as his brows furrowed the slightest bit and he reached out to touch Chesters forehead. The touch made Chester flinch and his deep brown eyes widened just the slightest bit more.

He sure was making a scene.

But that didn't bother him as his feelings sailed in between shame and amazement. Shame for thinking Mike would laugh at him and amazement that he didn't.

“Chester, do you need to sit down or something?”

“Uh, no, sorry. And yeah you can set it up there…” He finally managed to say, waving dismissively at the TV on the other side of the room.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Damn, Mike was seriously concerned. Chester thought and felt a tug at his lips.

“Yeah, I'm okay.” He sighed as a goofy smile spread on his face, and he sat down on the couch he had occupied minutes ago, sprawling his legs on it in attempt to find the most comfortable position.

“For awhile I thought you were gonna black out on me.” Mike laughed half-heartedly, throwing yet another concerned look at Chester.

“Me? No. I'm just fine.” Chester wasn't sure, but he thought he heard Mike mutter ’Good’ under his breath as he made his way to the TV and set the box down.

“I’m gonna get some coke.” Chester said casually after awhile of watching Mike fumble with the wires and tried to suppress a laugh as Mike spinned around eyes wide and mouth hanging open.

“..The cola! So, you want anything?” He giggled and left to the kitchen to get himself some ‘coke’.

“Beer would be nice!” Mike yelled from the living room to Chester who was currently throwing everything out of his poor fridge to find him one.

Yes! Got one. He thought to himself after several minutes of cursing at the refrigerator before finally finding a fucking beer from behind all the empty boxes, cans, bottles and junk food.

Grasping the icy beer in his hand he slams the fridge shut and yelps in surprise as he finds Mike standing only a meter away. But Mike just smiles and reaches for the beer Chester was holding on his left hand, his right one holding up some ‘coke’ for himself.

“Thanks.” He says and opens the can, still smiling while taking a long swig from it the same time as Chester dipped the coke to his own lips.

“How long…” Swig.

“Does it take…”Swig.

“To set it up?” Chester mumbles between swigs of the Coke the Cola he was drinking like insane to suppress the urge to grap the beer from Mikes hand and drink it down himself. Yeah, he was trying to cut the alcohol down a bit.

“Oh that! I had it ready about five minutes ago.”

“Uh, okay. Why didn't you say anything?”

“I don’t know. You just looked so cute cursing to the fridge about ‘not having any god damned beer’. So yeah, I just watched.”

Cute? Cute!? What in the hell is wrong with him!? I don’t look… Cute?

Those were Chester exact thoughts in the moment but he didn't verbalize any of them, just cocked an eyebrow and drank more cola from the can.

“So, what do you wanna do now?”

Shrug.

“Hey! Let’s watch some movies, shall we!” Mike grins happily and before Chester has any time to object, Mike has disappeared into the living room yelling something about never before seeing any of the Star wars.

“Mike! Do we have to? I am really not in the mood for a star wars marathon.” Chester whined loudly after joining Mike in the living room where the younger man was already exploring the contents of Chesters wide DVD collection.

“Ooh, Scary movie! I heard Joe say that it’s hilarious!”

“It’s not. Joe’s an idiot.”

“Well okay then Mr. Grumpy. What do you wanna watch?”

“Nothing… I'm just so tired…” Chester confesses and falls to the couch with a defeated expression.

“So you… Don’t wanna watch anything?”

“No.”

“If you weren’t planning on watching movies then why did I have to come here and set that up?” Mike asks seeming a bit irritated while waiving a hand at the DVD player.

“Fine, I'm sorry for wanting to spend some time with my best friend! And if that’s not the reason you came running in here, you might wanna leave now and take the damn DVDs with you!” Chester yells and immediately regrets it when seeing Mikes face fall from the contagious grin as a dumbfounded expression creeps to its place.

Chester inhales sharply and buries his head in his hands, cursing himself in his mind for snapping like that.

“Mike I’m sorry… I didn't mean to yell. I'm just so damn frustrated that’s all.” He breathes out, still half expecting Mike to walk out like he just seconds ago had suggested him.

“It’s alright. I know I can be a pain in the ass sometimes… But, do you wanna like, talk about it?” Chester lifts his head from his hands to see Mike walking over to him and sitting right next to him. Then a steady hand is placed on his shoulder and he inhales sharply again.

“Talk about what?”

“What’s frustrating you?”

“Oh, no it’s nothing. Just having a hard time with sleeping, ya know. Never seem to get enough of it; I'm like always tired and angry at everybody…”

“Are you having nightmares or something?” The delicate question arises and Chester has to hold his tongue from speaking up the truth.

“No.” He mutters and looks away but Mike isn’t that convinced.

“Chester, you know you can tell me anything.” Chester of course knew this and was expecting that Mike would say it; still he didn't quite believe it.

“Yes Mike, I know… I know… But it really is nothing so just drop it. Okay?”

“Fine.” He replays innocently and lifts his hands in defeat. An awkward silence settles between them, the only thing heard being the awful noise of a train passing by near.

“Let’s watch the damn movie…” Was the silent sentence breaking the not so quiet silence as Chester leant back on the couch and sighed loudly.

“I'm sorry, what?” He answered dismissively to this and snapped his head to look at the older man sprawled beside him.

“I said: let’s watch the movie.” Chester hissed, you could say, and gave Mike a death glare, for some reason seeming to get more frustrated by the moment.

“We don’t have to. Besides, it would probably suck because even I know that Joe isn’t the best person to ask a review about any movie. And I don’t wanna watch it if you don’t.” Mike spoke the truth, because it would kill him having to make his best friend do something he wouldn't want to. Even as simple as watching a movie. So his thoughts at the time were literally killing him inside.

“So now you don’t wanna watch it!?!” Chester raised his voice to Mike’s surprise.

“Not if you don’t.” Was his soft reply which he strengthened by his gentle hand now being placed on the brunettes knee, to his surprise this time.

“Mike, your hand is on my knee.”

“And?” He answered casually, adding some pressure to his grip.

“And it’s making me uncomfortable, plus, it tickles a bit.” He answered in all seriousness while staring at the darker man with brows furrowed.

“Tickles, huh?” He asks amusedly while secretly creeping his other hand closer to the other man’s side.

And before Chester even knew what was happening he was laughing so hard his lungs hurt when being pinned against the hard couch with Mike’s hands tickling his sides.

“No… Mike, stop it! Stop it” He laughed out between gasps of air and uncontrollable giggles.

“Well, look who’s laughing now.”

“Mike! You asshole… Let me go!” Chester screeched, his voice starting show desperation. Soon they were both lying on the couch with Mike on top of the smaller man, his hands still pressing to his sides, still, the tickling long forgotten. And for few silent seconds Chester actually forgot that he had his best friend between his legs, too concentrated on getting his breathing going on again.

“You idiot! Get off me…” He wheezed under the weight of the other man.

“Have you ever spread your legs to another man before, Chazzy Chaz?” Came the half amused half serious answer from the man on top of him.

“What!?! No! Mike get off!!” Two tattooed hands were there to push Mike off, but he wasn't moving, only smiling and staring down with wide eyes.

“I'm serious! Get the fuck off!”

“Why? Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Are you kidding? Yes, you’re making me uncomfortable, now could you please get your fat ass off me!” Chester wasn't seeing the humor in the situation.

“Hey! My ass isn’t fat!”

“MIKE!”

“What? You’re quite comfortable to lie on, you know.” He said, wrapping his arms around Chester, who was still struggling against him.

He didn't like being trapped like this, especially with someone right between his legs. It wasn't that he didn't trust Mike, but the situation was just too much.

“Mike, please…” He begged.

“Ches, why can’t we be like this?” It was a simple question and it made Chester wanna throw up, because it was a question he couldn’t and wouldn't answer.

“I just wanna hug you… Just wanna hug.” Mike mumbled from where he had buried his head in the brunette’s neck. In fact, the position was quite awkward for the both of them, but Mike wasn't letting the chance to be close to his best friend go that easily.

“Done hugging now?” Chester broke the silence that had settled in the small room with his hoarse whisper that was immediately replaced with the loud clatter of a train passing by again.

“Never…” Chester’s whole body tensed by the following gesture as three kisses were planted on his neck and collarbone.

The hands around him tighten their hold.

“Stop it.” He said firmly, but the kissing continued and was spiced up by small bites and licks along his neck, moving up.

“What are you doing?” He breathed out, struggling to maintain a strict tone and not to moan, because encouraging Mike was not what he was attempting to do.

Or was it? No it couldn’t be. Though he must have admitted that the ministrations were quite pleasurable. But definitely not acceptable.

“It’s okay. It’s okay…” Cooed Mike into the ear of his secret love, who trembled under his weight.

“It’s not!”

“Ches, please. You can’t deny that you want this as much as I do… So please don’t say that.” Mike’s voice still held the soft tone which kinda creped the singer even more due the fact that his best friend was almost kissing him.

“Mike, stop it before you do something we’ll both regret.”

“Like what?”

“Like kissing me.” Chester responded quickly with a quiet, hoarse, shaky voice which at this point, he didn't trust at all.

“What makes you think I’d regret it?”The kissing stopped on the bridge of the other mans nose and a shaky sigh of relief was heard before all sounds drained from the room again.

“It’s, just wrong.” Chester could not believe the situation he was in right now. Never ever did he think that someday he would have his best friend between his legs, asking him; why he would regret uniting their lips?

“Why is it wrong?” Mikes lips were now so close to Chesters that when he breathed, the singer could feel the hot puffs on his own thin lips. And he waited for an answer, which after a long pause, he didn't get.

“See, you don’t even know yourself.” He smiled whilst nuzzling his nose against Chesters.

Their eyes stayed locked as Mike carefully gave the parted lips of his best friend a quick peck.

“Now that wasn't so bad, was it?” There was no answer from his gaping best friend, which he automatically took as a sign of approval and lent back down to capture those lips he had for so long craved.

The kiss being sadly only one sided, not that Mike seemed to mind the obvious discomfort of his friend.

“Stop!” Came the weak objection that went to deaf ears but the awful truth was -or so he would say it- that he did enjoy the soft lips nibbling his.

He enjoyed the wet sensation of Mikes tongue parting his lips and his hands roaming all over with such care that made his whole body shiver.

And he didn't want to admit it to himself, but he wanted more. So when Mikes tongue made it past through his parted lips, there was his own one to greet it, which surprised the emcee who instantly let out a highly erotic moan in response.

“Mmm… I knew... You’d come around.” He moaned as, slowly, but surely their lips started moving against each other, tongues gliding cautiously, for the first time tasting each other they moaned in union.

“No!” Chester suddenly winced, tearing his mouth away from Mike’s eager lips, his head snapping to the side so he didn't have to look him in the eyes.

“It’s okay… It’s okay.” Mike comforted him, because he knew that the singer really did want this and was just too afraid to admit it. After all, he had kissed him back.

So he took his chances and kissed his way down from Chesters pink tinted cheek to the crook of his neck where the collar of the button up shirt stopped him from proceeding any more downwards.

He glanced up from his ministrations and was now met with two heavily lidded eyes gazing right back down at him. He didn't know what this gaze meant, should he go on or stop before he really angered the brunette and would have to leave with a black eye.

But he didn't wanna ask him neither, being too scared that he would get a no for an answer and leave in an awkward silence, which would be worse than leaving with Chester yelling at the top of his lungs.

Or so he guessed.

The shirt was black and it fitted Chesters thin frame perfectly from all the right places, but since the first time Mike had seen it, he only wanted to rip it into shreds. And he still wanted to. So badly.

But the pair of hazel eyes staring at him restrained him from doing so.

So instead of fulfilling his fantasy of buttons flying everywhere as the shirt would rip open, his hands were steady and cautious on the shirt buttons.

He popped the first one open and watched with hungry eyes as Chesters Adams apple popped up and down while his breathing grew frantic.

He was on to the second one when a steady grip on his wrist stopped him from continuing.

“Don’t.” Was all Chester said and the grip was gone again, leaving Mike wondering should he continue even after the warning that was given to him.

“Chester, you have no reason to feel insecure.” He cooed and placed his hands back on the buttons, continuing to open the second one. It was quickly opened and he moved to the third and fourth, trying not to drool as more and more of the pale skin was exposed to his lustful eyes.

And Chester let this happen because? He didn't know himself.

It is curiosity, isn’t it? He thought to himself as the fifth button was open. All those times he would catch Mike staring at him, just smiling back when seeing Chester had noticed him. All the touchy-feely moments, they all made sense now. He didn't know what to think, nor did he know if he should think anything at all.

The damage’s already done. He thought. Why not just go with it? But I'm not gay am I? No.

But this was Mike. It wasn't just any man. It was his long time best friend, which kinda made it even harder.

Letting anyone touch him in this manner, not to say a man, was hard. Very hard for reasons he had yet to tell anyone.

The last button slipped open easily, giving room for Mike’s eager hands to roam over the flat stomach, up to the firm chest and strong neck where his left hand stayed as the right one slipped all the way down for the jutting hipbone.

“You’re perfect, don’t let anyone tell you other vice.” He muttered so huskily that the words were hard to make out, but Chester heard. He heard, but didn't understand.

Perfect? The last word he would use to describe himself. First cute, now perfect?

“I don’t understand…” He mumbled, sounding much like a mouse on helium, making Mike chuckle as his hands were still smoothing over the soft flesh from everywhere he could reach.

“Well I’m going to make you understand. I’m going to make you see just how beautiful you are.”

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And now i must apologize but it might take some time for me to update again, i've got so much shit going on right now that i just aint got the time to write so often anymore. Sorry.