Authors notes: yeah I’m back! Again I’m gonna say on both twitter and deviantart [links in my profile] I talk about when I’ll update and stuff so like, ya know, watch me I’ll watch you back, I’m a very co-operative stalker lmao, hope you guys enjoy :D Oh, lets see, Sun was comment 100, Alice was comment 200…who’s gonna be comment 300? :3

Thanks to the wonderful CJ <3 special Robbie cookies for her for sticking through betaing my crappy spelling x x x and also for making me smile when I didn’t get good results :3

Death_God_777: Yeah Brad and Dave are horrid but I like ‘em like that LOL Glad you’re liking this hun and I’m following you back on twitter :D lplover22: Chaz is a sweetie :3 LOL this chp? Well the drama isn’t too strong, I don’t want too much but hope you like. Drpepper199: Don’t worry bout that hun. LOL, hope this was fast enough sweetie, at least it wasn’t two weeks XP FUNsize: Yuss, Dave’s an ass XP The bulimia is just a plot point hun, not a major thing Nika_love_lp: New reviewer *hug* thank you, seriously your comment made me blush so much! And yeah, unfortunately it’s hard for gay people [no pun intended] DarkestOfShadows: LOL, seriously hope your eyes are ok. Yeah stuffed animals!!! LOL, so I get more for updating? stefy: LOL well we find out now :D hope you like hun :D Chanlp94: *high five* yuss, poor Ches :< and I think Mike has a right to be angry TYshangshan: Kwaii! Sooooo glad you like hun and I’m really happy you think Mike and Chus are cute :3 Love you too ^3^ TwistedTransistor: LOL, Mwahaha! Looks like someone had withdrawal symptoms lmao, hope you love this hun ;) Kenji_Shinizzle: Yeah, poor Mikey :< hope you like this tho, he get’s…well I’d say he’ll be happy ;) NalaNyaSilmaRyl: Lmao, you’re a drama whore? Well I’m not planning on dragging out the disorder, just a plot point ya know? Vampire Princess: you’re welcome bb, I love your story so I just wanna help advertise :D Drakanaa Byzanthum: LOL, ok, Rob’s ok then :D axl adamic: LOLZ yeah I did it on purpose but it’s not gonna be a permanent thing Alice: just a bit of drama, to keep the mix :D Lady Shinoda: Wow…you’re really mad hun LOL well hope this was fast enough

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Mike walked along the streets of LA with Dodge guiding him around the many people. He wasn't exactly sure where he was going and therefore had to ask for help from strangers. He had never exactly gotten to his destination by himself and soon grew sick of asking the way to where he was going. He had been told he was on Olympic Blvd. when he heard the skidding of breaks and loud horns beeping. There was no crash, but he couldn't hear traffic moving anymore, someone had stopped on the road.

"Mike!" A female voice called out to him. "Michael." He turned towards the voice, knowing it but not recalling who it belonged to. "It is him." He could hear more horns beep, but had no idea what was happening. He jumped when a hand rest on his shoulder.

"Joe!" Karen pulled the confused Mike into a hug. "I knew it as you." It was the woman who had seen the young man from Joe's flashy car. They had actually been on their way to Chester's, just to see how their friends were holding up, but here was one, loitering on the streets of LA; and both Karen and Joe cared just as much for the artist as for his richer other half. Joe was pulling the car onto the side of the road. As he stopped moving he looked out his window to his wife and friend.

"Karen." Mike stated, finally knowing who was holding him tightly. She nodded and pulled away, examining the younger man and his pale features and the bloodshot eyes.

Darling, you look horrible!" She said bluntly, running a hand along his arm. "Come with Joe and me, we can get something to eat." Mike shook his head.

"Thank you, Karen, but I have somewhere I..." She sighed.

"Nonsense, Mike." The woman stated, slipping her hand in the one of his, which, wasn't holding onto Dodge's collar. Mike shook his head. He had wanted to get to Brad and Dave's place so he could wait for the editor, and give him a piece of his mind. Still, Karen seemed to not notice his gentle protests, and started to tug him to the car. "Please Mike, c'mon. You don't look that good. Just come to ease my mind, sweetie."

Mike sighed and lowered his head. He could feel Dodge tug at the collar, nuzzling against Karen's leg. The guide obviously wanted to go, but Mike really did need to rip Dave apart.

"Mike...please..." Karen said quietly, pleading with the younger male. "Just...we can drive you wherever you want to go." Mike bit his bottom lip and finally gave in, allowing the woman to lead him to the parked car. She opened the door for the blind male and his guide, allowing them in. Joe looked over his shoulder at his friend.

"Hey, man." Joe nodded. "I...I read the magazine..."

"I thought you would." Mike stated as he felt Dodge lay down on the leather seat. He ran his fingers through the animals fur which calmed him.

"...Doesn't your friend..."

"Yes, he does!" Mike butted in, leaning his forehead against the window. "Though, he's not my friend. A friend wouldn't do that." Mike felt a tear roll down his cheek as he heard the front passenger door snap shut, and Joe started the car. Karen twisted in her seat to look at him.

"Aw, baby...it's ok, Mike, it's not your fault." She informed him, but he shrugged.

"It feels like it is...I mean...Chester's gonna have a hard time now, and...I just keep having theses selfish thoughts." Mike could smell the curiosity that lingered after he said that. "I just...all I keep thinking is now I can't go out with him in public, as 'friends' like...I feel like a horrible boyfriend." Karen stretched back and patted his leg. Mike could tell it was her because of her small hands and the feel of the manicured nails dragging along the denim fabric.

"Mike, Chester doesn't blame you. You know that."

"I know." He whispered, voice choking. "I just...I feel bad for him...it doesn't effect me but...I wish things were easier..." Karen looked at Joe, who was staring at the road intently while listening to his friend and wife talk. The woman bit her bottom lip as she looked to Mike. People would be on the lookout. The photos clearly showed the male with Chester had black hair and slightly darker skin. Mike had had enough problems in his life with Chester being that one good thing, and now they couldn't go out in public.

"We're making a detour," Karen stated, indicating for her husband to turn left, "Dinner can wait, we're gonna try help you out, Mike."

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Chester walked into the large building, trailing behind Rob. The structure seemed alien and terrifying at this moment. Before entering Chester took a moment to take in the building. He glared at the harsh grey stones, which comprised the blocky architecture as he walked along the side to the front, which was entirely made of strong, five inch thick glass.

The model caught sight of himself in the windows, and bit his lip at the sight gazing back. Slender wasn't even the word that could describe him, that would imply he had some form of meat on him. Chester rested a hand on his stomach and bit his lip before he heard Rob clear his throat loudly. The model lowered his head and followed.

Inside the building, all defenses were stripped away as the young model caught the odd, disgusted looks along with the whisperings, but he was, most likely, being paranoid. He followed his friend and agent to one of the offices where his sponsors and the heads of the agency wanted to talk to him. The moment he stepped into the room, he wanted a bolt of lightning to rain from the heavens and smite him where he stood.

Idle business chit chat came to an instant halt when he entered and all eyes were on him. He sat at an empty chair beside Rob, and looked around the table. He cringed when an issue of WeekendLP slid across the table, only seeing the long pale white fingers of the person who did it.

"Please tell me these are photo manipulations." Someone stated suddenly, but with the amount of people, it was hard to tell who. The velvet voice was female with a soft quality although Chester still found it threatening.

"No, they're not."

"So let me get this straight...you withheld this information from us?" Chester nodded. "You made us all look like fools because we didn't know you were...this before the article?" Chester frowned.

"This? What the fuck does that mean? Gay? So I've had my privacy invaded, and you're worried about the fact that you look like a fool? Ok, so let me ask you a question? If I had to have told you I was gay would things be different? I'd still look the same, so what the fuck do you all care?"

"You're contract terminates in four months time," someone else growled, a male this time. Chester could see him from the other end of the table, slender with a blue, pin striped suit on. "We were going to offer you another year with us, but now we cannot. Come next January, you're no longer associated with us." Chester's eyes widened and he stood up, slamming his fists on the table.

"You're firing me because I'm gay? This is against the law!" One person shook her head.

"No, actually it's not. Your contract will have terminated, so you wont be working for us any longer. We won't have fired you, we just won't be taking you back." Chester was gaping. He just didn't know what to say. "If it's any condolence, we've already had a number of offers from...your magazines for you to appear in them." Again, Chester gasped loudly.

"My magazines?" He growled.

"What I mean is..."

"I know what you mean!" Chester shouted. "C'mon! I'm the exact same guy I was last week, last year and four fucking years ago when I first signed with this place."

"So you were gay the entire time?" Chester was practically stunned by what they were all asking.

"Oh my god, are you serious!?" He cried out, wanting to rip his black locks from his head. "Yes! Yes! Of course I was. Chester Bennington, gay established 1999, c'mon." There was a shared look of apprehension between the people around the table. Chester wanted to break something, more specifically their heads.

Chester could hear a collective sigh and a few of them shook their heads as if to clear them.

"Well, Chester." A woman, he couldn't identify by name, started, a slimy grin on her face that he just didn't trust.

"What's your name?" He asked, frowning deeply.

"Keira Bolger." She stated. "I represent Virgin, and you're to be modeling in ten days for us branching out into clothing." Chester shrugged. "I was just wondering, if you're finished your little scene, maybe we could get onto business now?"

'Scene?' Chester was about to scream, but Rob grabbed his sleeve and gave him a 'Don't do it, dude' look. The model sighed and lowered his head. Keira clapped her hands together.

"Perfect. Now, shall we get to the weigh in?"

This was the part Chester hated most. All sponsors and personnel stayed present for this. They lingered, ever watching as he stripped down to his underwear and made his way to the daunting scales. Before he stood on them he felt someone grip his arm.

"Take off the lip ring." He gazed at the oversized male in the too blue tight suit.

"What?"

"The lip ring, take it off." Chester frowned and folded his arms.

"Oh yeah, because this thing weighs a stone weight." He frowned, but the look on the older man’s face told him to do it. He removed his piercing with disdain, and handed it to Rob before standing on the scales. There was a moment to allow the needle to settle, and Chester closed his eyes as the woman Keira, leaned forward and took his weight. The blue suited man beside him frowned.

"You became a glutton in Paris. Only two pounds below weight." He frowned. Chester looked to him, a smug look on his face.

"Still below weight, though." He smiled and he felt the man grip his shoulder tightly.

"It’s not enough.” The man’s deep voice boomed. “You are becoming too close to your maximum weight…five pounds, by the Virgin show." He then stated. Both Chester and Rob raised their eyebrows.

"What?"

"Listen here, Bennington. You are becoming more of a hassle than you're worth. Loose five pounds by the Virgin show."

"Or?"

"Or we will fire you." Chester stood on the scales as they all left the room. Rob was looking sadly at him, Chester's clothing draped over his thick arm. He handed his friend his lip ring first, shifting awkwardly as his friend put the piercing in and took his clothes.

"I'm sorry, dude." Chester shook his head.

"It’s no big deal. I don't wanna work with a bunch of homophobes and four months shouldn't be hard to get through." Rob could hear the upset tone in Chester's voice, and he felt bad for him.

"C'mon, man, we'd better go." Chester frowned.

"You go, I'll catch up. I just need to go to the toilet." Without another word Chester finished dressing and jogged off to the restroom. He slammed shut the stall door , stomping his foot like a child throwing a tantrum. "You're becoming more of a hassle than you're worth." Chester mimicked as he leaned against the wall of the bathroom cubical. "Fine, they want me to lose weight. I'll fucking loose weight." His cross words were done when he bent over the toilet and shoved two digits down his throat

The first time he gagged, and pulled his fingers out. He hadn't done this in so long. Up until a while ago, he found it as a great way to loose weight, but as of a few months ago, more specifically since Mike came into the picture, his mind had been preoccupied with other thoughts. All of them mainly focusing around the male stripped and sweaty, screaming out his name in mindless, blissful ecstasy.

Chester sighed as he pushed the thoughts of his beautiful lover out of his mind, and shoved his fingers down his throat again. This time he felt hot vomit rise to his mouth, burning the lining of his throat as he emptied all stomach contents from his belly.

Once done he left the bathroom to rush outside only to see Rob waiting with his car on. Chester hopped in beside him and shut the door.

"C'mon, we better head out." Rob said. "Will we go to Mike's?" Chester looked to Rob.

"I need to get home. I need...I need to lose the weight. I need to work out." Rob gazed with something close to worry in his mahogany eyes.

"Dude...Mike..." Chester sighed, Rob was right. He wanted Mike more than anything right now, just to hold him and make him forget the haters.

"Ok, lets go man."

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It was over an hour before they reached Mike's apartment, and Chester was the first to get out of the car. He fished the spare key Mike had given him a few days ago, and opened the door, Rob trailing behind.

The moment he went inside he saw the light on in the kitchen. Chester smiled, little things like how Mike always turned the lights on, despite not needing to, made him love him more and more. The model made his way to the room, and the moment he saw Mike standing over the counter, he rushed over, wrapping his arms tightly around his love's waist and buried his face in the crook of Mike's neck.

Mike's eyes widened as he felt the wetness of Chester's silent tears against his skin.

"Chester? Baby please tell me..."

"Why do people have to be so mean?" Chester blurted out, hiccupping loudly. "W-why?" Mike hugged his love closer and kissed his forehead.

"Shh, babe, it's ok." Chester shook his head.

"M-Mike, all I want to do is be with you...w-why can't people accept that? W-why can't people understand I love you?" Mike's heart melted as he pressed Chester's body to his.

"Chester, people tend to not like people who are different, babe. Believe me...I know." Chester closed his eyes and sniffed. "I don't think I told you this, but my parents kicked me out because I was gay." Chester sniffed again.

"R-really?" Mike nodded and ran his fingers through Chester's short hair.

"Yeah. I mean, doesn't that suck? Abandoning your blind son cause he's gay?" Chester nodded and sniffed. "And it was hard, baby, but as of the last few months, and most particularly, last week or two, none of that matters...because of you." Chester smiled as Mike cupped his face, and pulled him into a sweet kiss. His eyes were tight shut as he allowed Mike's lips to gently caress his lovingly.

He opened them with a sigh, and brushed away silly tears only to see Mike smiling back at him. His jaw dropped.

"Mike!?" He gasped, and the younger man smiled.

"I was wondering when you'd notice." Mike cringed as he felt Chester pull at his hair, running his fingers through it a little too roughly.

"It's blue!?!" Mike laughed loudly, and nodded. Karen's genius idea had been a simple change of hair color. Mike recalled sitting in the barber chair, and Karen moving in, whispering in his ear. 'Now you can go out in public with him all you like'. Afterwards, Mike felt a bit more relaxed, and just wanted to go home. Karen and Joe had brought him for a meal first, before dropping him off. He really didn't show his appreciation to them enough.

"Yeah. It probably looks ridiculous." Chester shook his head as he gazed.

"No...no it looks amazing. It's so different." Chester's comment meant the world to Mike, not because it was a compliment, but because it took Chester's mind off the pain of discrimination. And from what Mike could feel, it made his lover smile. Although, he couldn't see it, Chester's smile was so beautiful to him, and meant the world. Unable to help himself, Mike ran his thumb along Chester's lips, visualizing the smile he felt.

"So you like it?"

"Mike, I love it." Chester felt Mike's soft hands caress his features, and pulled him in for a soft kiss.

"You know I love it when you smile, right?" Chester blushed, and Mike could feel the heat radiating from his lover’s cheeks. "So I want you to promise me, you'll smile, even when people say things. Just promise me, you'll smile as a ‘fuck you’ to all the haters." Chester smiled and nodded, leaning in and capturing his lover's lips.

"I promise...Mike, I need to go home...will you come with me? Please I..I just would really love it if you were there." Mike smiled and hugged his love.

"Anything to be with you." Mike smiled. "So will you help me get some clothes." Chester nodded and led Mike to his bedroom. Rob was waiting in the hall. He hadn't followed Chester, wishing to give the lovebirds some time alone. He noticed the smile on Chester's face and grinned, glad to see his friend was happy.

"I'll...I'll wait in the car then." He said, turning his back on his friends and jogging out the door. On the way to his car he saw a young woman sitting on the grass, reading. He grinned, ran his fingers through his hair, and walked over in a suave manner with plans to seduce.

Inside, Mike was feeling around his closet for some form of clothing when he felt Chester's hand grope his ass. He straightened up suddenly, and turned to face behind him only to have Chester's lips upon his automatically. He gasped and felt Chester's tongue probe his mouth. His eyes fluttered shut and he moaned as Chester's wet muscle wrestled with his.

"Umm, Mike, you taste so good!" Chester gasped, wrapping his arms around Mike's neck and pressing his body into his. Mike backed into his wardrobe and moaned, angling his head so their kiss was deepened.

The blue haired artist groaned as he felt Chester begin to grind their hips together. He gripped Chester's waist and rocked into him, beginning to pant.

"How do you always manage to do this to me?" Mike gasped and bit his lip before Chester kissed him.

"Mike...God, Mike, I want you so badly." He panted, trying to drag his love to the bed. "Please baby, I'm so hot for you right now. I want you inside me please." Mike stopped their ministrations and shook his head.

"Chester...no, I want you to stop for a minute." Chester moaned, and rested his head on Mike's shoulder, kissing his neck as his hands ran up along his torso. "I...I don't want you to...uhh...I don't want you to feel like...look I want you to fuck me." Chester stopped, his heart skipping a beat.

"W-what?"

"I don't want you to feel like you should treat me any differently..."

"I don't feel that way."

"Then do it." Chester gasped as Mike's caught his lips in a passionate kiss. He began to tear at Mike's clothes while he backed them both to the bed. They fell on it in a fit of giggles, still kissing any exposed skin as they struggled to remove their other half from his clothing. Soon they were practically naked save for a sock or another small article, and they were grinding their lower bodies together. Chester gasped into Mike's mouth as their erections grounded together, causing pleasurable feelings to erupt inside the artists body.

It took a lot of strength to pull away from Mike, but Chester managed to do so, and flipped them around so Mike was on the bottom. His kisses trailed from Mike's lips to his neck, where he sucked and kissed down to the artist’s chest. Mike moaned as Chester's lips reached his, nipple and the model started to lick it, his tongue swirled around the nub and he lightly bit it making Mike groan loudly.

"Oh God, Chester!" He gasped. "God, I can't wait to have you inside." Chester groaned and kissed down along Mike's stomach. His tongue flicked out and dipped into Mike's navel, making the man under him squirm and giggle. Mike's fingers threaded through Chester's soft hair as he moaned, head falling back into the large, soft pillows. Chester's lips felt so good on his body. He shivered at the thought of Chester being inside him, of having the model in such an intimate way.

Chester placed a dry kiss on Mike's navel before looking up at his beautiful lover.

"Mike, I love you so much." Mike mumbled something incoherent in response. "I promise I'm gonna make this special." Mike shook as Chester's tongue dragged along his treasure trail, and all he did was nod. He had never been taken, the only time he ever had sex was when he could see, and he was the Dom.

Chester grinned and knelt on the floor, hands caressing Mike's thighs as he leaned in, tongue extended. Mike's body tensed as Chester's tongue entered him. He growled and his head fell to the left as the model's wet muscle wet his insides, making him shiver uncontrollably.

"God, Chester, that feels so fucking good." Mike squeaked as Chester's hands gently pried his legs further apart so his tongue could delve further inside. The model moaned at the completely unique taste that was Michael. He coated Mike's insides with saliva, lubricating him and loving every moment. "G-god Chester, uhh...wow." Mike's moans were euphoric music to Chester's ears. The supermodel flicked his tongue inside the blue haired artist as his hands ran up along his calves. "B-baby...uh I'm gonna cum...babe..." Mike arched his hips and Chester took this as a sign to move away. Mike whimpered at the loss.

Chester's fingers slid into his own mouth, and he sucked on the digits as if his life depended on it. Mike could hear the suction noises and moaned at the thoughts of what was to come.

"I just gotta stretch you, babe." Chester whispered as he lowered his fingers towards Mike's virgin hole. He moved his face and extended his tongue, licking along the sensitive spot that was beneath Mike's navel. Mike squealed in delight as his lover suckled, fingers starting to probe him.

"God, Chester, please...please just..." Chester smiled and nipped at the area of skin as one finger slipped into the tight ring of muscles. Mike tensed, and his brow furrowed. He bit his bottom lip and hissed as Chester's finger slipped in and out of his body. It was uncomfortable, but bearable.

It was hard for Chester not to remove his finger and proceed in fucking Mike into the mattress, but from his experience in Paris, he understood this was for the best. Chester's tongue further teased Mike's sensitive spot as he chanced a second finger to enter the tight ring of muscles that was Mike's delectable ass. The model felt Mike's body tense and the artist hissed, his hands balled into fists, clutching onto the sheets for dear life. Chester gently parted his fingers, scissoring Mike and earning a loud groan from the youth who shut his eyes and rolled his head side to side when he felt Chester's fingers curl inside him.

"God, Chester." He gasped as his lover finger fucked him. He knew if the youth didn't stop now he'd end up blowing his load. The discomfort had long since gone and he was loving how Chester touched him in such an intimate way. No one had ever dared to touch him in that way, and damn was he missing out.

"Is that ok?" Chester muttered, easing his fingers out as he leaned forward and kissed Mike's lips deeply with an intense passion that made the two moan. "Do you have lube, babe?" Mike nodded and weakly whimpered something that sounded like 'The windowsill'. Chester regrettably moved away and carefully stalked to the window, cautious about being seen from outsiders. He gripped the small tube that lay on the wooden surface and moved back to his lover. Before applying anything, Chester examined the messed hair and pink cheeks of his lover.

"Mike, you're so beautiful." He whispered as poured the lubricant on his palm and proceeded to smothering his cock with the substance. Mike bit his lip as he felt Chester’s other, dry, soft hand caress his thigh. Chester could see the look on Mike's face, a mixture of nervousness and longing. Once the model finished lubricating himself, he leaned over his lover and kissed his lover's lips.

Mike moaned into Chester's mouth, his breathing was shaky and his body tense, but as Chester's hands ran along his toned stomach, he relaxed slightly.

"Mike, I want to make this special for you." Chester whispered, squirming. He was so hard, it was painful. He felt Mike's arms wind around his neck, and the blue haired male pulled him close so their noses were touching.

"Chester, it's you...of course it'll be special..." Chester guided himself so that his and Mike's lips touched tenderly before he felt his erect cock probe the muscles of Mike's ass. The artist bit his lip and let his head fall back on the pillows. "Chester please...take me..."

"Ok, baby." Chester said as he slid his hand under Mike's leg and placed it over his shoulder so he had better access to his entrance. Mike’s breathing was labored and Chester could see him ball the sheets into fists as he felt the weeping head of Chester's erection jab at his opening. "Are you ready?"

Mike simply nodded, and with one fluid motion, Chester slid slowly inside him.

The blue haired boy’s eyes widened and his mouth hung open. There were labored gasps escaping his lips, and he was unable to discern exactly 'what' he was feeling at this moment in time.

"Are you ok?" Chester asked, his own eyes shut as he tried to comprehend the tightness of the young man. God damn he just wanted to fuck the shit out of him here and now. Mike could feel something wet trail down his cheek and he realized it was a tear. Upon opening his eyes, Chester saw the crystal droplet as well and he kissed it away. "I promise Mike, I promise it'll feel good." Mike's head made an odd jerking movement that Chester took for a nod, and he slid almost fully out of his lover.

Mike hissed at the burning friction as his head dug back into the pillows. The pain was bearable, but still he couldn't find the pleasure in it. It felt awkward more than anything as Chester's length entered him yet again and he gritted his teeth. The worst part of all was the darkness that surrounded him. Being unable to see and useless to do anything other than lay here as Chester tried to make it good for his lover left Mike feeling somewhat isolated from the situation.

"Chester, it hurts..." Mike whispered in a hoarse tone, which cracked suggesting he was about to cry. The sound of his lover’s words tore Chester's heart, and he stopped his slow ministrations, still half buried within Mike's tight heat and leaned forward, locking lips with the blue haired boy.

"I know..." Chester muttered as his hands gently, but firmly gripped Mike's thighs. "But it will feel good, God, it will feel so fucking good, Mike, I swear..." Mike moved the small inch distance between their lips until he felt Chester's touch his own. Their kiss was gentle, but desperate on Mike's part. He wanted it to be over. This didn't feel nice, he didn't like this, and yet...

"I trust you, Chester." He found himself whispering as he lay back, and allowed Chester to regain his slow movements. Every penetration seemed to hit a new spot inside Mike, as if Chester was looking for something in the confines of Mike's body. The artist could hear the moans and grunts escape his lover and he knew from experience that this slow pace was most likely torture for the male, but right now it was all Mike could handle.

Chester shut his eyes. At this rate it'd take forever to cum, but still, God Mike was so tight, it was overwhelming and he felt so good inside.

Chester continued to probe, earning some hisses from Mike, but one particular slide in and suddenly Mike's hips automatically buckled.

"Oh." He said in a calm, but surprised voice. Chester stopped, still buried within Mike's wonderful body.

"Mike, you ok?" He whispered and Mike nodded his head furiously.

"D-do that again." He pleaded as Chester pulled back and pressed inside, pushing against that spot that sent pleasurable tingles through Mike's body and caused him to moan. Chester's heart lifted as Mike's head fell to the side and he choked out a feeble "harder!"

Chester obliged, and Mike's moan got caught somewhere between a groan and a whisper. His chest was tight and his labored breaths told Chester he was having difficulty breathing. The model bent forward and pressed his lips against Mike's mouth. The artist’s lips trembled as they opened and he buckled his hips, his leg slipping from Chester's shoulder as the older man pressed deeply inside him. He moaned shamelessly into the models mouth, and wrapped his legs around Chester's lithe body.

"Fuck, Mike you feel so good." Chester moaned as his thrusts forward suddenly became more frantic. Chester shut his eyes tightly as he heard Mike moan loudly.

"God, Chester! Right there! Fuck, baby, yeah, hit it harder." Chester pulled out and slid back in at such speed and force that Mike screamed and flung his head back. "Yes!"

Chester leaned forward and ran his tongue along Mike's nipple, allowing his velvet tongue to lap at the hard bud, causing Mike's moans to grow louder.

Mike shut his eyes tightly as he felt Chester's long fingers start to stroke at his weak spot below his navel. The artist whimpered incoherently as Chester yet again nailed his spot with a swift thrust of his hips. He ran his nails down Chester's back, earning loud grunts from the model who could feel a sweat drop from his brow.

"Mike...God Mike, you feel amazing. God, I love being inside you." Mike's reply was silent and his hands flung from Chester's back to his cheeks, pulling their lips together, fusing their mouths. Tongues frantically battling as soon they were simply panting into each others lips.

"Chester," Mke gasped loudly into his lovers mouth "I'm so close...Oh god!!" Chester's hand suddenly wrapped around Mike's erection and he began to pump in time to the deep penetrations of his own cock into Mike's tight velvet walls.

"Good, cum Mike, I want you to cum so much." Chester gasped as his entire shaft entered his lover, earning a loud moan from the blue haired male. "Mike..." Chester gasped in a high pitched, alien voice. "M-M..." He didn't get the name out before he spilt his seed inside his lover, filling him with cum. Mike gasped at the sensation and with a husky scream he came all over his and Chester's stomach.

They both collapsed back on the bed, their chests heaving as they fought not to fall asleep in each others arms. Chester ran his fingers through Mike's blue hair and kissed his lovers forehead.

"Baby, I love you." He gasped, and Mike smiled weakly, only now realizing that Chester was still within him.

"That was amazing..." Mike whispered, kissing Chester's lips. "Wow...I've been missing out." Chester laughed and kissed Mike back, then wrapped his arms around his blue haired lover and kissed him deeply before suddenly remembering that Rob was outside. "Shit...we have to go now don't we?" Mike shrugged and pulled his lover close.

"Meh, just five more minutes."

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Authors note: Thanks for reading guys. Also I wanna clear up, the agency comes here and I know all you guys are gonna be 'Can't they get over it? Lots of people in fashion are gay' but every story need some kind of drama and also Chester was the kind of model that thrived off female attention, it's what got him where he was and not all women are as accepting as fangirls.

Next Chapter: "Chester?" The model looked to his right to see Mike standing in the doorway of the kitchen, holding onto the doorframe. Chester could see the hurt evident in his eyes which although useless to the artist were so expressive and impressive. Chester felt his heart practically bleed as he stood to his feet. "You...you don't want me around?" Mike asked, obviously not after hearing the entirety of what Chester had said.

"N-no Mike." Chester stated as he ran over and wrapped his arms around his lover.

"I'm sorry I'm a burden..."

"Don't ever say that."

"...I'll get my stuff and..."

R/R please ^3^ I'm almost at 5000 views so..ya know some new reviews would be lovely :D