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Bucket-O-Love by astraloree

“Who’s smacking their gum?” Brad hollered over his shoulder, catching Chester in the middle of winding a big wad of pink, sticky bubble gum around his forefinger as the members of Linkin Park wandered through a roadside carnival late one night after a show.

“Me?” Chester asked innocently as he looked at the guitarist with wide, dark doe eyes.

“Yes you... You’ve been doing it all night!” Joe piped with annoyance.

“Goddamn...somebody take his gum already!” Rob muttered as Dave reached around the slender singer, holding him still so that one of the others could take Chester’s ‘toy’ from him.

Chester quickly sucked up the confection in his mouth with another resonating pop which irritated Joe, Rob and Brad even more.

“Don’t look at me,” Brad said, as Dave looked at him. “I’m not going in his nasty mouth for that gum.”

Fighting laughter, Chester fought off Dave, struggling to untangle himself from the bassist’s arms. The blonde wasn’t as strong but he was quicker than the ginger and managed to flee from his grasp with a few twists of his wiry form.

“Mike!” Chester screeched as he tore off running, launching himself onto the emcee’s back. “Save me!” He pleaded, looking over his shoulder back at his friends who were all shaking their heads at him. “They are trying to kill me, I swear!”

It had been Chester’s idea they stop at the carnival whilst on their way back to California on the bus. He just HAD to ride the ferris wheel called Bucket-O-Love.

“What are you doing, Bennington?” Mike hissed, loosening Chester’s hold around his neck to keep from choking.

“You keep him up there with you, Mike!” Dave called out loudly. “He’s making us nuts with his gum again!”

“Gimme the gum, Ches...” Mike ordered, holding out his hand. Chester had been annoying all of them with his ‘super duper hubba bubba’ gum as he had so named it earlier.

“Nooo,” Chester half groaned, half whined. “Take me on the ferris wheel! You promised, you know.” He reminded him, pointing in the direction of the large, lighted amusement ride ahead.

“You know I get motion sick,” Mike muttered under his breath.

“I’ll make you forget about that...” Chester whispered near his ear, his tone low.

“Hush...” Mike reminded him. “Cut that out, the guys will hear you...”

Their love affair had been rampant for the last six months. So far, they had managed to keep it secret. Although, in Mike’s opinion, Dave, at the least was speculating. However, the frontmen turned lovers hoped he was at least keeping it to himself.

“You promised!” Chester whined near his ear, chomping on his gum noisily.

“I’m afraid of heights too, Chester...”

“Pleeese....” the singer begged. “You won’t even know we are up there! It’s not even that high, Mikey! Look!”

“Fine... but if I puke...”

“You won’t...” Chester said quickly as he clicked his heel on Mike’s thigh encouraging him to hurry up toward the ride, pointing ahead.

The pair waited in the short line for a grimy carnie to put them in a seat on the rickety ferris wheel ride. Chester was bouncing with excitement as he launched his thin frame onto the seat, looking back at Mike with anticipation.

“I’m soo gonna regret this,” the half-Asian grumbled as he steadied himself on the already swaying metal basket before he sat next to Chester.

Mike looked reluctantly at Chester who was clapping excitedly when the bucket took off so that another could be loaded. He was definitely gonna regret this.

They could see the rest of the band at the bottom of the ride staring up at them. Joe was eating a large puff of blue cotton candy while Rob stood next to him looking bored with his arms crossed. Brad and Dave had decided to go on the ride as well and were placed on the wheel two buckets below Chester and Mike.

“Quit moving!” Mike barked as he gripped the handlebar, his knuckles white. Chester looked at his bandmate and lover suddenly realizing how upset he was.

“Mikey...it’s not that bad...” He purred. “I”m right here, baby...I’ll protect you...” He whispered, moving closer, his warm breath tickling the emcee’s neck.

“Cut it out, Ches... someone might see...” Mike warned, his eyes drifting shut for a moment as the bucket moved up another notch.

“No one can see...we are too high up now...” Chester tried to reassure him.

“You said it didn’t go up ‘that high...’” Mike retorted under his breath, turning to look at the blonde, his brows raised.

Chester grinned at his response and he bit his lip. Mike was so fucking cute sometimes.

“Mmmm... you smell good,” Chester whispered, snuggling back close against Mike’s neck, allowing his lips to glide across the smooth caramel skin of his throat.

“Ches...please...I’m dizzy enough...”

“Hmmm... I’m gonna make you even dizzier...” He mumbled as he nibbled around behind Mike’s ear, his leg creeping across Mike’s lap.

“You are gonna make me puke...” Mike rasped with a quick inhale of breath as Chester launched himself into his lap, straddling him. The bucket rocked under their combined weight and Mike moaned. However, this time it wasn’t from the motion of the ride.

The singer continued his pursuit down Mike’s neck and the emcee was overwhelmed by the scent of bubble gum and Chester’s skin. Mike stretched back, allowing better access of his sensitive jaw with another pleasurable hiss. He felt fucking good.

“You gotta stop...” he mumbled, “you are fucking crazy doing this up here...”

“Hmm...I’m fucking crazy about you...” Chester echoed, his voice guttural with arousal, the sound quality something that made Mike hard in an instant. And always had.

“Ches...I’m serious....” Mike gasped, his breath increasing when he felt Chester’s cool fingers sneak under his t-shirt to caress his belly, yet another sensitive spot. “God...you are driving me insane...”

“I’m hard...so fucking hard already...” the singer growled near Mike’s ear, sucking the soft lobe into his mouth. He bucked against his hips next, causing the cart to sway again and Mike to startle from the movement.

“Fuck...” Mike groaned from the dirty talk. Chester was right... he was so dizzy with desire he hardly noticed anymore that he was on a floating metal death trap held up by two rusted pieces of steel. Which was very UN-Mike like, the emcee had control issues beyond belief.

“I wish I was wearing that skirt, baby...You know the one...so you could fuck me right here...right now...” Chester told him naughtily, fulfilling Mike’s frequent fantasy vision of him in a short, plaid, school girl skirt with nothing underneath.

“Oh God...” Mike cursed again, his hands quickly delving deep down the back of Chester’s jeans, grasping the singer’s fleshy bottom and crushing their hips back together. “Jesus fuck Ches...” he moaned, the visual Chester implanted spiraling out of control as they began to grind, their mouths finally finding each others' and fusing passionately.

Mike could taste and feel Chester everywhere, their tongues tangled around the gum still in the frontman’s mouth. The emcee was impossibly hard and the friction they had begun was nothing short of white hot. He couldn’t get enough.

Angling so that their kisses were deeper still, Mike pushed and pushed his swollen length against his lover, rapidly initiating a rhythm and pace.

“Jesus...Jesus...” Mike moaned, breaking away from Chester’s mouth. His lips were cherry red and plump from the rough kisses. His mouth parted as he panted and looked at Mike with dark, smoldering bedroom eyes.

Mike felt feral, wanting nothing more than to slam him down on the filthy, ripped vinyl seat and fuck him senseless. It was always like that for them.

Suddenly the ride hitched and strained as it restarted and began to move up to speed signaling that the last passengers had been loaded.

“Fuck...you gotta get off me...” Mike gasped reluctantly as the bucket neared the bottom where all could see. Fortunately, the old ride was slow which gave the singer plenty of time to remove himself from Mike’s lap before it squeaked through the bottom, passing their bandmates and the seedy looking carnie.

Mike could feel his cheeks burning as Joe waved at them upon rotating through. But each time, as soon as they were out of sight, Chester was at him again.

Hands pawed, mouths searched and sucked frantically from the moment they disappeared into the night sky to the moment they sailed through the entry repeating several more times. Each time they came together out of sight, the pair grew more desperate and more frenzied.

“I can’t take it....” Mike growled as soon as Chester jumped him again when they were at the top. “I want to fuck you so bad it hurts, baby...”

To their surprise and delight, the ride slowed to a stop, leaving them on the very top, basket swaying slightly in the wind.

“Fuck me then...” Chester bit as he again leapt into Mike’s lap. Their mouths clung as their bodies meshed again, rocking the metal box.

“Fuck me...” he echoed again, grabbing one of Mike’s hands, sucking down his middle and ring fingers deeply, coating them with saliva. “God..fuck me now...”

The emcee felt wild as he nodded, his mouth biting and pulling at Chester’s lips as they panted, sucking his sweet labret. His wet fingers found their way into the back of Chester’s pants again but this time he wasn’t gentle or kind. They were way too far gone for that.

Mike’s long fingers slipped between his cheeks and immediately found the warmth he sought.

“Like that baby...right there?” he gasped as he began to fuck the blonde, watching Chester’s eyes roll back and his head loll with pleasure.

“Mmm...like that... harder...” Chester ordered as he began to rub Mike through his denim, squeezing his hard length. It wouldn’t be long for either of them.

Mike complied, his teeth biting down on the flesh of Chester’s shoulder, sucking gently to keep his moans from carrying. ‘It was so tight.... It was always so fucking hot and tight....’ he mused.

“Oh fucking hell...” Mike cursed, reaching deeper, fucking harder, his fingers unable to delve fast enough into his lover. He watched Chester for a moment, his neck stretched back, his mouth open as he tried not to scream with pleasure.

“C’mere...” Mike uttered, using his other hand to clasp the back of Chester’s neck and bring their mouths back together roughly with a clink of teeth.

Chester whimpered as Mike got a bit more forceful with his fingers knowing it would make him cum. The singer reached between them and began stroking himself in time with his other hand which was now working Mike briskly through his jeans.

“Fuck...don’t stop....I’ma cum....” Chester hissed between kisses.

“Hmmm...yes...” Mike whispered back, knowing he was nearly there as well. The combination of Chester clenching around his fingers as he fucked him and the singer’s hand now rubbing frantically over his cock was enough to do the trick for sure. “You feel so good baby...god...”

Chester moaned loudly as Mike brushed deeper, past his prostate, flickering it with just the right amount of pressure.

“Fuuuck...yes...” he growled as his body drew taut and he spilt his release warmly into his boxers. The sticky seed seeped between his legs as his body shuddered with a hard orgasm.

Knowing Mike would be shortly after him, the blonde frontman quickly covered Mike’s mouth with his own. Mike was always much louder than him when he came which was a long standing joke between the pair. No one would have ever suspected that.

Three more pumps of Chester’s palm across his throbbing cock had Mike quaking and oozing his orgasm within his jeans while Chester kept him quiet with his warm mouth.

However in that the last kiss, Chester seemed to lose control of the wad of bubble gum he still had in his mouth.

“Shit...” Chester said, trying to snag the gum that had fallen from his lips but it had tumbled from their open mouths and was now enmeshed in Mike’s thick goatee.

Mike was too sated to move and his breath was still out of control.

“Shit Mike,” Chester cursed, fumbling to letting go of their groins to move back so he could tend to the mess he had just made and not the one in his jeans.

“Chester...stop...” Mike said, his eyes finally opening to see his boyfriend frantically pulling at his beard. “What are you doing? Have you lost your mind?”

“No...Mike...my gum....it’s stuck...” His voice a high squeak.

“Chester...I just came all over the place. We will get it in a second.” He told him with exasperation, not fully realizing the situation.

“NO.... You don’t understand...” He insisted. Mike sat straighter as Chester pried at his goatee, worried that the others would know for sure if they walked off the ride like this.

“Owww, you jerk...what are you doing?” Mike snapped as he reached up to still Chester’s fingers that were now roughly trying to pull the thready tacky candy.

Just as he was about to answer, the cart started to move again. Mike pushed the light weight off his lap.

“Get off me, Chester, we are moving again!”

“I know! My gum is still stuck in your beard...” He moaned, his pitch now even higher with anxiety.

“Your gum...in my...” Mike repeated, suddenly understanding. He quickly reached up to feel that Chester was indeed correct. “Fucking hell Chester... we’re busted for sure... get it out... Get...it...out...”

“Fuck...” Chester said as he got some of it but had to pull really hard.

“Hurry...” Mike said, as they continued to inch toward the bottom of the ride.

“Oh we are sooo dead...” Chester said fearfully. After all the shit the guys had given him about his gum today. They would have absolutely no doubts as to what the two bandmates had been up to...

“Just hurry, baby...” Mike wailed as Chester continued to get small pieces unraveled, throwing them over the side as he got them piece by piece.

“Almost...almost...” Chester said when they were three buckets from the bottom to get off. “Oh god... we are right there...” He said nervously as he pulled another thick wad out of Mike’s goatee.

“‘Will I have hair left?” Mike asked anxiously.

“Yes...baby... please hold still....just a little more.”

“No...thats it...that’s it...get away from me... hurry...” Mike hissed as they jumped apart and arrived at the bottom where the carnie opened the bucket to let them off with a wide toothless grin.

Chester turned around and walked backward off the ride, trying to unnoticeably inspect Mike’s chin. It was better but there was still small balls of gum that could be seen in the ebony hair.

“Is it gone...is it gone?” Mike whispered, his hands all over his chin.

“Pretty much...act normal...”

“Yeah...act normal... I’ve got your gum in my beard and my boxers are soaked...sure...’act normal,’” he hissed, putting on a smile for all four of his bandmates waiting for them as they walked down the metal platform.

“You didn’t puke, Shinoda...impressive....” Joe pointed out as they all congregated in front of the ride.

“Nope... it wasn’t too bad,” Mike lied, his hand pretending to stroke his beard but was actually covering the little bit of gum still left.

“I don’t know...” Brad said cocking his head at Mike, picking up on his nerves. “Did you spew in the cart and Chester is protecting you from us?”

“What? No!” Mike answered immediately.

“Don’t lie, Mikey... we all know you are a wuss...” Rob said, his eyebrow going up.

“Chester?” Joe said skeptically. “Did he?”

All five band members looked at the blonde.

“Hell no... his gut was hard as rock...”

“Right....” Brad said, still in disbelief.

“No really....” Chester said trying to sound convincing. “Let’s get out of here, eh? I’m dying for a shower...”

The band moved on then, continuing toward the bus but Dave hung back, walking in time with Mike who was still busy picking at his beard.

“Just stop...” Dave said, turning toward the emcee, pulling his hand away from his beard. He leant in close then, inspecting the little bit of gum left. “Hmmm....” he said, his eyes knowing as they slid toward Chester who was still walking ahead with the others but had seen Dave stop Mike. “Gum isn’t it?” the redhead grinned.

“Yeah...I got excited and spit my...”

“Chester’s gum...” Dave cut him off. Mike’s face went beat red. The bassist stared at Mike, not easing up, his blue eyes taunting. Mike broke the gaze, meeting Chester’s worried expression over Dave’s shoulder before responding.

“What? No...it’s not...” Mike defended himself.

“You guys are fucked up...” Dave said under his breath with a half smirk. “Don’t think I don’t know what you two are up to...” he added before walking away, leaving Mike with his mouth open in surprise. He did know.

“Dave...wait...” Mike said, moving to stop him.

“I don’t want to know, Shinoda...I just don’t want to know.” He called over his shoulder, shaking his head and holding up a hand.

But he did KNOW...

Fucking bubble gum...

And it was so ‘high school....’ How could he have let him talk him into doing that?

Fucking Chester...

He could see the singer up ahead, beckoning him to hurry up, a questioning look still on his face. Chester might has well have been wearing that plaid school girl skirt for this immature escapade they had pulled tonight '...Mmm...skirt....' Mike thought his mind bouncing back to that image...bubble gum long forgotten...

“Coming!” He called. Now if only he could find that skirt...Chester was definitely gonna be wearing it for getting them this...

FIN

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