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Viva Las Gaygas

Chapter One

“Anybody home?” Chester called as he walked into the entryway of his estate, closing the door behind him and tossing his keys and sunglasses down on the marble-topped surface sitting directly to his right. “Hellooo? Tal?” he called again, catching his reflection in the mirror mounted above the elaborate foyer table and shuddering at what he saw.

“Fuck, I look like shit,” he said to himself, leaning closer to inspect the dark circles under his eyes and his patchy complexion. He hadn’t been sleeping well, at least not since they had gotten home from touring over four months earlier anyway. He groaned as he combed a hand through his curling faux hawk; he needed a haircut too. And he thought with a snort, about a fucking two week long, undisturbed nap, as he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket.

His heart leapt when he saw Mike’s name flashing across the screen. He fumbled for the answer button as he walked into the kitchen, still looking around for signs of his girlfriend of three years, Talinda, but so far she was no where in sight.

“Hey,” he said softly, his tone intimately lower already.

“Hey yourself,” Mike replied, his voice equally as low with a husky quality to it and that caused Chester’s belly to lurch almost painfully.

“Where are you?” Chester asked quietly, nibbling his finger with a coy smile on his face. Mike never called him during the day, especially when he was supposed to be spending every waking moment with his wife, Anna on their time off from working. It was what their family counselor had recommended. Mike Shinoda simply would not fail at anything in his life including his five-year marriage to the children’s book illustrator. The only calls Chester and he ever exchanged were usually late night ones, after both Talinda and Anna had gone to bed.

“I’m in the bathroom,” he said quietly while Chester heard the toilet flush.

“Great,” he hissed, “Now we’ve resorted to hiding out in the bathroom have we?”

“Ches, don’t start. You know I hate this as much as you do,” Mike said with a sigh.

“I know,” Chester whispered with defeat as he opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. “I just…well…I miss you,” he said softly, opening the water and taking a sip.

“I miss you too, C…” he whispered back and Chester could hear the water running. “You’re birthday is coming up though,” Mike said, changing the subject.

“Yeah, I know,” he said, his voice barely audible. He still hadn’t told him.

“Why like that? I’ve got it all planned out,” Mike said. “We’ll have the entire night,” he said encouragingly. “Anna’s going to her mother’s. It will just be me and you for 24 whole hours, completely alone.”

“About my birthday,” Chester said, biting his lip. They had been planning this for weeks. Everything had been worked out, down to Chester convincing Talinda that the guys were having poker night to celebrate his birthday. Only a hitch in the plan had arisen a little over a week ago.

Chester and Talinda had been having some serious intimacy problems. She was convinced he didn’t want to marry her, which was one hundred percent true but the bigger problem was Mike. If the emcee had even for one moment said he was willing to leave Anna, to come out with Chester, to confess the love affair that had finally come to fruition six months earlier while touring Europe, Chester would have jumped at the opportunity. Only that would never be the case.

His best friend of the last ten years and new lover would never be able to go through with something like that. Mike had never been with another man until Chester and he still wasn’t convinced that it wasn’t just all about Chester and not about the fact that he might be gay. He had told Chester on numerous occasions that he loved him, that he wanted to be with him more than anything in the world, but it never seemed to be enough. Enough to leave Anna anyway.

“Chester, what are you talking about?” Mike said, panic evident in his voice.

“I can’t do it.”

“What are you talking about? It’s planned. It’s a done deal, C.”

“I know, but it’s -not- going to happen.”

“Chester, it’s been almost five months.” Mike said, his voice now taking on a desperate plea.

“You don’t think I know that? You don’t think that every mother fucking day I long for just one touch of your skin, one taste of your lips?”

“Then, let’s do it.” Mike said in a rush. “Make it happen.”

“I just can’t. I promised Tal,” Chester replied, feeling tears stinging behind his eyes now. No one wanted this one night with Mike alone more than he did. It was his birthday. It was his night. They had been planning it for over three months. Mike was dead silent and for a moment, Chester thought he had hung up on him.

“Baby?” he said, his voice hitching.

“What?” Mike snapped. “What could she have possibly said to make you change your mind?” Mike grated angrily. “What could be more important than being together on the one night we can, legally without having to worry about getting caught?”

“I knowww” Chester whined, “she made me promise. She’s really unhappy, Mike. I’m gonna lose her if I don’t do this, she’s already threatening me.”

“Who gives a fuck?” Mike griped furiously. “Let the bitch go. You don’t love her.” He added, clearing his throat, after hearing his wife calling him from downstairs. “I’m coming Ann!”

“Oh, you mean just like you don’t love Anna,” he retaliated viciously. There was a long pause again and Chester could hear Mike sigh.

“It’s not the same, Ches.” Mike said sadly.

“It’s exactly the same.”

+

Mike had practically thrown his cell phone against the wall in anger when Chester had hung up, leaving him feeling dejected and hopeless. This would never work. He had known from the start six months earlier when he had sat up in a dark hotel room in Paris, sketching the outline of Chester’s face on a slip of hotel emblazoned stationery as he slept. He would never forget how his heart panged as he studied the beautiful man he loved more than anything in the world sound asleep. His eyes had blurred with tears as his pencil moved across the paper, even smearing the charcoal with a single drop at one point.

In fact, he still had the paper, tucked deeply in his wallet for safekeeping. He could see the smooth simple line of Chester’s regal nose and high cheekbones, the slightly open pursed mouth. He had scrawled across the bottom in Japanese, ‘my eternal desire’. It was the first night they had touched each other, both scared and timid of what was to come. The shaking sensation after their release had taken Mike hours to recover from. He never anticipated feeling like this. Honestly, he had never anticipated violating his wedding vows either for that matter. But with Chester, things were different.

It never felt like cheating. It just felt right. Touching him, holding him, kissing him seemed to be what Mike lived for, what he was meant to do, his destiny. The phone rang in his hand, startling him from his introspection and his heart jumped to his throat.

“I’m sorry,” he said in the phone without even looking who it was. “I’m so sorry, baby.” He said in one slow agonizing breath, not waiting for a response to his apology. When he didn’t hear Chester’s voice come on the line, he swallowed dryly, looking back at the number seeing that it was not only not Chester, but his girlfriend Talinda.

“Mike?” Talinda finally said, causing the emcee to clear his throat and his face to flush feverishly red.

“Oh shit, hey Tal,” he fumbled. “I thought you were someone else,” he said hurriedly as he squeezed his eyes shut and gripped his hair hard with his other hand, cringing at how close that had been. What if he had said, ‘I’m so sorry C…’ or “Chester, I love you’ ?

“What’d you do this time?” Talinda taunted with a sarcastic giggle. “Anna pissed off again?”

“Ummm…you could say that,” Mike shook his head. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! This wasn’t the first time Mike had been caught in this situation. Actually, keeping the band, his wife and Talinda at bay concerning their tumultuous love affair had not been the easiest of tasks. They had almost been caught so many times. Even the media had made speculations about their so called ‘friendship’ and started a whole slew of rumors and other interesting tidbits that kept their social lives in the public eye.

“Well, anyway, I’ve got a favor to ask of you,” she began slowly as if choosing her words carefully. “It’s about Chester’s birthday,” she continued with a deep sigh.

Oh, Mike could see it now. She wanted him to help her plan a surprise shindig at some ridiculous club that would include performing a sordid act like herself popping out of a life size cake topless or something. Mike was already rolling his eyes at the prospect.

“I know you and the guys had planned a poker night or something boy like for his birthday but I thought that maybe it would be better if he and I just did something romantic together.” Mike wanted to sink into the floor. Just what he needed, Mike thought, Talinda confiding in him. Especially when she was taking away everything that meant anything to him.

“Yeah?” he said, disinterestedly wishing Anna would call him again, and tell him to get his ass downstairs.

“But I don’t think…” she said, again pausing, unsure of how to put things. “He’s in a terrible place right now. We can’t get along for a meal much less a romantic birthday weekend.” Mike’s ears perked up at that moment. Where in the world was she going with this?

“So, I thought it would be better if maybe you took him somewhere. I dunno where, just get him out. He just mopes. He doesn’t leave the studio. He sleeps all day long sometimes, not ever changing his clothes for days on end.” She paused with a sigh. “He’s making me crazy. I am about this close to giving up altogether.” She said and Mike felt his hand tightening on the counter he was leaning against.

“You are the only one who can handle him when he gets in these funks. I’m ready to kill him. And he’s so thin, Mike. I’ve tried to get him to go see a therapist or even just for a check up,” she went on. “But he’s so fucking stubborn. And I know if you suggest he go somewhere without me, he will refuse. So we are going to have to be secretive about it. Plan it like a surprise, so he has no choice but to go. Do you know what I mean?” Talinda asked while Mike’s heart beat wildly in his chest. A vacation? More than one day with his beloved? Alone?

“I was gonna talk to Joe and Rob about it too…”

“No!” Mike cut her off in a snapping manner.

“No?” Talinda asked, her tone now curious.

“Well, what I meant was, no, I’ll handle it. I know just the thing,” he told her.

“I already spoke to Anna about this. She knows what I’ve been going through with him. And she told me she was planning to go to her mother’s anyway for Chester’s birthday weekend so she’s totally fine with you leaving town for a few days.” Mike swallowed hard, not believing his luck. Talk about fate. No Anna issues either now? He literally felt lightheaded with the giddiness in his stomach. “So you know how to get him to go?” she asked.

“Well, like you said,” he started, playing along for the fuck of it. “We will have to be creative about it. Maybe even make him think you are taking him somewhere. Do you think you could at least help me out with that?” Talinda sighed as if the slightest effort was going to be like a triathlon.

“What do you want me to do?” She asked sounding put out. Mike could not have felt more sorry for Chester having to deal with her as he did at that moment.

“I will figure it out,” Mike said quickly and he would. “Just don’t tell anyone about this okay, Tal? Not the guys, no one. I have the perfect plan.”

+

Chester sat in the bottom of the shower, his knees drawn up to his chest under the steaming hot spray late that night. He had been unable to sleep and had climbed out of bed, leaving Talinda sound asleep. He wanted to call Mike. It was just after two and usually the time they spoke. However, Mike never rang him since their argument earlier. So, he had curled up in the shower, feeling sorry for himself. Maybe he had pushed too hard this time. Maybe he should let it go. It bothered him so much that Mike had Anna and he thought that perhaps he kept his girlfriend around just in case he needed her to upset Mike. Which was wrong on so many levels, he didn’t want to even think about it. Talinda was not a bad person. And no one deserved being kept around just for the sake of making someone jealous.

He put his forehead down on his knees and thought about Mike. It had been almost five months since they had touched each other, but about three since they had seen the other. They had both originally decided it was for the best, not to spend time together outside of work. They already had enough trouble keeping things on an even keel with the guys and the two women. Chester and Mike were inseparable when they were together. Constantly touching, kissing, making love, the pair found ways on tour to spend as much time together as possible. But it was a constant battle. And it was really starting to wear on Chester mentally and physically.

Initially, that first night, he had basically fallen in a dream like state into Mike’s arms, the entire experience surreal. Chester had been with men in the past but nothing could have prepared him for this. It had always been fun and games and that is what he kept trying to tell himself after he and Mike had slept together. Only that had been much easier said than done. Much easier. Once they had started, once they had opened Pandora’s box, it was mad. The intensity, the passion, the almost insane like need for one another had been mind blowing. Their relationship as friends had been close knit just as it was with the rest of the band but he and Mike were always drawn to each other. They just fit, Chester thought, like missing pieces of a puzzle.

Now that the tour was over, that they were back home, back in reality, things were quite different. At least for him anyway. Why he had thought he would be fine, that coming home to Tal would be enough after what he and Mike had just experienced, he would have no clue. It was ridiculous the way he pined for him, even just to hear his voice a few times per week increased his need to be with the emcee full time. He had wanted to end it with Talinda, almost immediately upon return from the tour, but Mike had been insistent. Said what they had would pass, they just needed to give it time. More importantly that Mike thought he wasn’t gay.

Mike explained that he thought it was just Chester he craved. No other man. Never any other man. But the most painful part was that Mike honestly believed that his feelings for him on a romantic level might be fleeting. Chester had been hurt terribly by the very idea of that but in all actuality it was too late for him. He was so desperately, so crazy in love with Mike at that point to be able to say anything. He would take what he could get, for as long as he could get it, but it was getting increasingly difficult.

Explaining to his girlfriend that he wasn’t in the mood for sex or that he ‘just couldn’t tonight’ was a mild form of torture. Most times, he could perform with just the image of Mike behind his eyes but the sleep deprivation, the depression he had sunk into was getting in the way of that as well.

Shutting off the water with one hand, Chester sat in the steam filled shower for a few more minutes dreading going back to bed, where he would lie awake staring at the ceiling, listening to Talinda talk in her sleep. She always did. And it was the most bizarre ramblings he had ever heard. Most of the time it didn’t make sense but sometimes it was downright entertaining.

Forcing himself to climb out of the shower, he again caught a glimpse of his naked wet body in the full length mirror in the bathroom. It was partially fogged over but he could see how thin he was becoming. The lean muscle he had built on tour when he was actually eating, when he was happy, was starting to fade. Hurriedly, he grabbed the thick towel from the rack and covered his form so he wouldn’t have to stare at it any longer. He really was letting this situation, this love affair destroy him. When he had told Mike he couldn’t do it much longer, he meant it or he wanted to mean it. It was just the moment he heard Mike’s voice or felt his fingertips all of that seemed to just disappear. All the pain, anxiety, miserable longing would just subside in that very second.

He brushed his teeth before pulling on a pair of loose sleep pants and a t-shirt. When he put on his glasses, he could see his cell on his dirty jeans lying on the hamper. The blue light flashed, indicating he had missed either a text or a call. Walking quickly over he picked it up, seeing that it was after three now. When he opened it appeared he had missed a call, a quick intake of breath made him realize it was a private number and one he knew quite well. It was Mike’s private line in his art studio. Their safe zone.

Seeing that it was over half an hour ago, Chester doubted he had waited for him. He cursed himself for not keeping his phone near him in the shower. He had called. Chester’s shaking finger couldn’t hit the redial fast enough. He almost felt queasy. Lately, he had been so worked up with his anxiety that he feared every time he talked to Mike and they argued, that it would be the last. That Mike’s feelings would indeed be what he had indicated they might. And disappear.

+

Mike slapped another layer of acrylic paint over the canvas, still not satisfied with the hue. He glanced at the clock, disappointed Chester was not calling him back. Maybe he really was done with this as he said on a weekly basis. He hoped not. The news today from Talinda had him reeling to tell his lover. But keeping it a surprise would be oh so much more fun. The fact that they would be together for three whole days had him giddy with excitement.

Cocking his head to the side, he looked closely at the painting, pushing his glasses up on his nose before smearing a section with the tip of his finger. A smile took over his face in that instance as he heard his phone chime, Chester’s ring tone. Relief flooded his body as he put down the brush and reached for his cordless phone.

“…”

He didn’t say anything immediately, listened for Chester, waiting for him to speak. He heard the sound of his breathing and closed his eyes, feeling goose bumps run the length of his arms.

“I’m sorry,” Chester whispered into the phone.

“Sssh…” Mike said, his voice husky. “You have nothing to be sorry about.”

“But I do,” he said, feeling tears threatening.

“You don’t baby, you honestly don’t.” Mike assured him.

“But Mike,” Chester insisted.

“Stop,” Mike said, holding up his hand even though Chester couldn’t see him. “Let’s start over, ok?” he asked, his tone pleading. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

“Me either,” he said with a sigh. “I’m just so fucking upset about my birthday though. Talinda said she has this big surprise for tomorrow and I honestly don’t know if I can go through with it.” Chester admitted, his voice cracking as he sank down onto the bathroom tile, his back against the large claw foot antique tub. His hand disappeared into his damp hair as he drew his knees in again.

“What did she say?” Mike asked, a grin teasing his lips as he tried to sound serious.

Chester sighed deeply before answering, “you don’t want to know.”

“Come on C… talk to me,” he encouraged as he lay down on the overstuffed paint splattered leather sofa.

“Well, I’m glad you are so interested. You don’t even care that she is the reason we can’t be together Saturday night.”

“Ches… you know that’s not true. I’m devastated about it. I’m gonna have to sit here all alone on Saturday night. I bought everything to make homemade lasagna. Guess I will just stuff myself sick with pasta and drink the two nice bottles of Shiraz I bought for our night until I pass out,” he told him, trying to sound pathetic.

Chester couldn’t help but smile weakly at him. He loved Mike’s lasagna. He only made it on tour for special occasions. It was a ten layer dish that took him hours to make from scratch and it was always everyone’s request. Chef Shinoda, they all teased him as he rolled the pasta out, even that was made carefully with only his hands. He was just meticulous about things, it had to be the reason his lasagna was known on their tours.

“You were gonna make me lasagna?” Chester asked softly.

“And you expected anything less?” Mike taunted back.

“I’m even more sorry now,” he said with a chuckle.

“And chocolate Oreo cheesecake,” Mike added biting his lip.

“Lasagna AND CHEESECAKE?” Chester nearly screeched. “That’s it, I’m canceling!” he said firmly. They both giggled for the next few seconds, but falling silent when Chester realized that it would not be happening. “Mike,” he whimpered pulling his knees up tightly.

“Don’t baby,” Mike told him, his tone hushed. “We’ll figure something out, ok?” he whispered back, feeling for the first time, truly sorry he couldn’t tell him about the surprise. He sounded so defeated.

“Like what?” Chester complained, his tone almost whiney.

“I don’t know, but we will,” Mike reassured.

“I’m tired of jerking off,” Chester said under his breath.

“You can say that again,” Mike said lowly.

“I’m starting to forget what you taste like,” Chester said teasingly.

“Oh yeah?” Mike said, his eyebrow rising with intrigue. He missed him so much.

“Mmmhmm,” Chester mumbled into the phone.

“We’re gonna have to do something about that,” Mike said, putting one hand behind his head, settling into the sofa.

“We are,” Chester replied. “Come over,” he whispered.

“Ches…”

“I mean it.”

“I know you mean it.”

“I want you.” Chester purred.

“Mmm..baby…don’t…” Mike moaned.

“Don’t what?” He asked, his voice low as his body tingled with arousal at Mike’s moans.

“You know what…”

“I do?”

“C…”

“ What?” he asked, his tone carrying seductive innocence now. “Ok, maybe I do…” he conceded, his belly now burning.

“I won’t be able to sleep.”

“So don’t sleep. Come over.” He taunted, his groin stirring to life.

“Chester…” Mike whined now, his body hardening by the second. “Don’t…you know I can’t come…”

“Oh I think maybe you can…”

“Pervert…” Mike said with a weak chuckle.

“Don’t even try to deny you aren’t thinking the same thing,” Chester warned.

“…”

“See?” Chester said, taking Mike’s silence as admittance. “I bet you’re hard too,” he said, his tone now hoarse with arousal.

“Chester…” Mike whispered, his hand moving down his belly and just under his sweatpants.

“Tell me you aren’t,” Chester dared.

“Mmmm…” Mike moaned into the phone as he moved his hand over himself. Chester was more than right. They had resorted to this sort of release often. It was a measly excuse for being together in the physical sense but they were desperate.

“So deny it,” Chester continued, pressing him on as he began to caress his own hard cock. “Go on…”

“I c-can’t…” Mike gasped as he wrapped his long fingers around himself. “Mmmm…baby…” he groaned as he began to jerk off.

“Does it feel good?” Chester purred as he began doing the same.

“Yesss…” Mike groaned, taking a sharp intake of breath as he sped his hand along himself, feeling the pre-cum easing his movements.

“Tell me how good,” Chester hissed, his own body now rock hard. Just hearing Mike, aroused, the sound of his hand moving in the back ground enough to send him into oblivion.

“Mmm…so fucking good…”

“Yeah?”

“I want you…” Mike squeaked in a rush of panted breath.

“I’m right here…” Chester whispered. “I’m kissing you everywhere, you taste so good baby,” he hushed, his own hand speeding up as he clutched the phone to his ear with his shoulder.

“Mmmm…Ches….oh fuck…” Mike cursed as he jerked harder, nearing release.

“Yes baby…just like that…” he rasped as his hand speed rapidly up and down his erection. “Just fucking like that…you gonna cum for me?” Chester asked, hearing Mike’s tone increasing in pitch meaning he was close.

“Fuck yes…” Mike said quickly in one breath.

“You gonna cum all over me?” Chester said naughtily, knowing Mike loved that. “I want it…I want it all over me…I want to swallow you whole…”

“Oh fuck…yes…Chester…” Mike gasped again. “More…”

“So give it to me…give it baby…” he pleaded. “Cum for me…all for me…only for me…” he continued as he began feeling himself reaching climax as well.

“Ches…oh fuck baby…” Mike growled as he felt the first spurt of hot seed slip between his fingers. “Mmmm….ungh….”

“Yes…yes…I’m cumming too…so hard…only for you…” Chester mewed as he followed behind his lover, warmth exploding in his palm, his body jerking violently as he released.

Both moaned pitifully as they came, their breathing erratic and hard. Chester had taken a big chance doing this so close to where Talinda was sleeping. He usually made sure he was down in the studio or at least in one of the other six bedrooms in their 8000 square foot home.

“I love you,” Chester said weakly after he had grabbed a towel and cleaned himself up. He could still hear Mike’s pants as he came down. “I love you so fucking much.”

“Oh Ches…” Mike whispered. “I love you too.” He could hardly wait until tomorrow. To see his face. Three whole days…

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