Here it is. Quest. Finally, after like...jeez, I think three months.

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Quest

“You like this?” Brad thrusted harder into Mike, loving the sight of his boyfriend writhing all sweaty beneath him. Mike moaned.

“Mmm I love when you grind into me like that…god…” Mike reached for Brad’s head and met him in a heated kiss as their hips moved together. “Just like that baby...” he said and rested back on the bed. His head moved back and forth in ecstasy, burning for relief. Brad kissed his neck and sucked, determined to leave a mark.

All the single ladies! All the single ladies! All the single ladies! All the single ladies! All the single ladies! All the single ladies! Now put your hands up!

Mike unconsciously started humming along to Brad’s ringtone as he moaned and grabbed Brad’s ass to bring him down harder. After a few seconds Brad realized his phone was going off and stopped, falling off of Mike to grab it—too late.

It’s Britney, bitch!

He opened his phone and called his voicemail, hearing Mike sigh loudly. “Apparently whoever is calling at fucking three am is more important than me…”

Brad turned around and pecked his boyfriend’s lips, moving to straddle his hips again but feeling himself be pushed away. Mike got up and went to the bathroom, slamming the door. In Mike’s defense, it’d been a while since his last…release. He knew he was overreacting. But he was stressed.

Brad sighed and listened to the message. “Hey Brad, Mike won’t answer his phone. It’s Anna.” Weird… “I know it’s late and I have no business calling you guys, but…umm…let’s just say I’m having some…err… Okay, if Mike could call me, he’d know what I was talking about…yeah…sorry about this. Bye.”

To keep this message new and play the next, press 1. To save it and play the next, press 3. To play it again, press 44. To delete it—

Brad quickly pressed 44 and rushed to the bathroom. Mike was in the shower, most likely cold to “finish the business”. In the midst of thinking about Mike’s actions, Brad let the message run and the machine lady was listing his commands once again. Brad didn’t want to miss this, so he stepped in the shower (he was already naked) and took hold of Mike’s shaft.

“Fuck off,” Mike said in an almost moan. Brad knew better than to push it and removed his hand.

“I’m sorry.” He leaned forward for a kiss; Mike turned his head and Brad ended up kissing his collar bone. He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a nearby towel, drying off and shaking his Jewfro like a dog. “By the way, I just wanted to let you know, that was Anna calling. She was stuttering and I couldn’t tell what she was trying to say. She said for you to call her.”

In the shower, Mike could hear Brad, and stopped his actions. He finished his cold shower abruptly and stepped out. Brad handed him the towel. Mike shot him the “look” and Brad turned around, sighing. "Why do you always have to do this?" Brad sighed.

"Why did you answer the phone?"

"It could have been important."

"It's three fucking am! They could have left a voicemail."

"They did."

"...why did Anna call?"

"Dunno. Call her back."

Mike grabbed Brad's phone and dialed Anna's number. Brad left and crawled back into bed, listening to one side of the conversation.

"Hello.... what?... ohhh!!... umm...sure. Yeah. Yeah, you're welcome. Love you too. Mmbye."

Love you too?!? Brad jumped out of bed as Mike threw his phone at him.

"Anna needs lady stuff."

Oh. "Why can't she call her boyfriend?"

"She doesn't have one."

"I thought she did."

"His wife came back."

"Oh."

"Get some clothes on, we'll talk in the car." Mike was already dressed in sweats and a DC shirt, slowly putting on his socks and shoes. Brad picked up his clothes from the night before from the floor (they had been tossed aside in a heat of passion) and reached for his keys.

"Why are we doing this?"

"I owe her."

"You don't owe her anything! She's your ex!"

Mike stared at him. "I left her for my best friend. She's called us ONCE in the last six months after the divorce." He shrugged, grabbing his wallet from the floor. "I feel sorry for her."

Brad's brain finally clicked. "You still love her."

He rolled his eyes as Brad glared at him. "Don't be ridiculous, Brad. I love you." With the last word he poked a finger into Brad's chest, then continued emotionless to the door.

....

"You have my sunglasses and hat, right?" Brad asked as Mike pulled into the Walmart supercenter.

Mike scoffed and dropped the compartment by Brad's knees, keeping his hands on Brad's leg but quickly retracting it. Brad sensed this and got his vestments from the compartment, turning to face Mike.

"Why are you mad at me?"

"You really think the paparazzi will be at Walmart at three am, Brad?"

"I'm not talking about that. Why are you acting weird?"

Mike shook his head and got out of the car, putting his own hat on. "Not now, Brad."

The guitarist got out of the Jeep and quickly walked around to meet Mike. "Fine. Since it's so dark, and there's no paparazzi, can we at least hold hands?"

Brad stepped in front of Mike and turned to face him, stopping him. A second later, Brad was pinned to the nearby redneck truck, Mike's tongue down his throat and a hand groping his ass.

Mike's tongue skillfully worked Brad to his limit, and he moaned; he was confused and incredibly horny at the same time. Mike continued kissing Brad with a deep passion, letting Brad know he was Mike's, and that Mike wanted him.

Mike finally stepped back and wiped his mouth, panting. "Will that satisfy you?" He grabbed Brad's hand and pulled him from the truck before walking towards Walmart.

Brad adjusted his pants and walked besides Mike to the glowing white sign and automatic doors.

"Why did you do that?" Brad, of course, was confused, and had no self-control to keep him from annoying Mike further.

"I wanted you."

"I'm not something you can just take whenever you want then brush me away like I'm nothing."

"Then why didn't you stop me?" Mike eyed Brad.

"Welcome to Walmart!" the old man-greeter said energetically, to which Mike just grunted.

"You're such a people person, Mike," Brad said sarcastically. "Where do they keep this shit anyway?"

Mike suddenly took a sharp right down the main road of the store. "I'm assuming by the bathroom stuff."

Mike quickly walked to his destination, with Brad close behind. When they walked into the make-up aisle, Mike's iPhone fell out of his pocket, and Brad picked it up.

As soon as it was in his hand, the phone vibrated signaling a text. He shakily read it and stopped in the middle of the aisle.

Chester:/

I want you so bad right now.

He scrolled up through the earlier conversations.

Chester: Hey

Mike: Hey man, what's up?

Chester: Just thinking about you and your hot body.

Mike: Oh yeah? What do you want to do to me?

Chester: I want to lick you from head to toe, pleasure you until you scream my name.

Mike: Sounds like fun

Chester: Oh, you'll love it...you love being inside me, don't you Mikey?

Mike: I do

Chester: You want me right now?

Mike: Oh yeah

Chester: How do you want me?

Mike: You know how I want you Chester

Chester: Oh yeah, you want to fuck me into oblivion until you come so hard in my ass, my sweet tight ass

Mike: Exactly

Chester: Ah yeah, you're making me so horny right now...you want to meet up?

Mike: I can't, Brad should be home soon

Chester: When are you going to dump him?

Brad had seen enough and ran up to Mike, who was eyeing all the different kinds of lady supplies.

"Super size tampons...I bet whoever buys that feels pretty good."

For a second, Brad forgot what he was going to say. "It's not like condoms, Mike. The bigger they are, the more it means they're a...whore..." He looked down at the phone in his hand and shoved it in Mike's face. "What the hell is this?"

Mike just grabbed his phone and put it in his pocket. "Thanks, it falls out of my pocket all the time nowadays.." he said and turned back to the aisle, finally grabbing a big pack of pads and a sporty tampon box and walking away.

Brad was about to explode. "I've seen your texts, Mike! What the fuck?"

"YOU WENT THROUGH MY MESSAGES?"

"You can't turn this back on me, Mike! You're fucking cheating on me with the scumbag Chester!"

Mike turned around and gave Brad the death glare. "I'm not talking about this in the middle of god damn Walmart." He walked off and paid for the products, smiling at the cashier and nodding to Brad, who had been standing in the same spot, just staring at Mike.

They both walked out of the building, and a single paparazzi hiding behind the bushes ran up and shot pictures. "Douchecock, back the fuck up!" Brad screamed and went to punch the guy; luckily Mike held him back.

"Oh, look, they're faggots. Give us a kiss, faggots!" The man shot a few more pictures and ran off before Mike could grab him and beat the shit out of him.

"I told you we might run into paparazzi."

"Shut up, Brad!"

"You can't tell me to shut up when you're fucking cheating on me!"

They were at Mike's car, both closed their doors and Mike drove off. "I'm not fucking cheating on you, so just fucking calm down."

"Then can you explain these texts? 'I want you so fucking bad'! What the hell?"

Mike sighed. "Chester gets lonely, Brad..."

"He gets LONELY!? So it's pity sex!"

Mike pulled over to the shoulder and slammed on his brakes. "I told you, we're not fucking having sex! Did you notice anything, Brad? HE sent all the nasty texts, HE wanted to meet up, I only agreed with him, and told him that I'm not going to cheat on him with you! Sometimes it's nice to feel wanted, Brad!"

"So that's what you want, to feel wanted?"

"Yes! You come home from the studio and you fucking lie on the couch and watch tv! I broke tonight and fucking pounced on you, you looked so adorable watching tv...we were finally doing SOMETHING and you answered your phone! Do you know how infuriated I've been?? We've been living together for so long, you treat me like wallpaper! Just walk right by me without a kiss or a nod or a hello or ANYTHING!"

Brad turned in his seat and let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "I...I.."

Mike just started the car again and continued to Anna's house. They sat in awkward silence; Mike trying not to drive off a cliff, and Brad trying to figure out everything that had just happened.

They finally reached Anna's house (really Mike's, she got the house in the divorce) and Mike grabbed the sack out of the backseat. Brad smoothed his jeans and closed the door softly, not wanting to wake up the neighbors. He followed Mike to the front porch and kept him from ringing the doorbell.

Brad moved closer to Mike, leaning in so that his lips were millimeters from Mike's. "I love you..." He closed the gap and pulled Mike towards him so their bodies were flushed. Mike just allowed himself to be kissed, and moaned the second Brad's tongue entered his mouth. "I love you and I'm sorry.." He moaned and backed Mike into the side of the house, pulling at Mike's long locks and sucking on his bottom lip. He didn't know what to say; he didn't want to fight, and he didn't want to have a long talk. He just wanted Mike.

Mike was blushing from the intensity of the kiss; he knew Brad wasn't good with apologies...but damn this was the best one he'd ever gotten. He pulled Brad closer to him, never getting enough of his touch. His fingers traced down his spine and reached into Brad's pants, groping his ass and jerking him towards him. Brad moaned loudly into his mouth, and reluctantly pulled away before he came in his pants.

Mike was panting and staring at Brad like he'd never met him before. Brad just looked at his feet and tried to catch his breath. "Sorry...I'm sorry.." He reached behind and rang the doorbell, walking off to the car to leave Mike to talk to Anna.

Mike stood awkwardly at Anna's door, his face hot and red and his pants tented. He put the Walmart sack over his crotch to hide it until it went away. He looked back once more to make sure he wasn't dreaming, seeing Brad sit in the car playing with the radio. Suddenly, the door opened and a shitty-looking Anna appeared, rubbing her eyes.

"Sorry about this Mike," she said and took the bag. "But thanks. Please, come in." She motioned inside.

Mike looked behind him again, his mind churning. "No, actually, I better go. Just...bye."

Anna smiled sleepily and nodded, muttering another thank you and closing the door. Mike turned around awkwardly and made his way to the car, sitting in the drivers seat and closing the door swiftly. Brad turned to him and seemed to try to talk, but before he could say anything, Mike took him by surprise and kissed him.

Brad moaned, and the pair engaged in a long, slow, hot, drawn-out kiss. Brad thumbed Mike's cheek lovingly while Mike held on to the guitarist's fro as if for life. Tongues melded, silenced moans, and transcended the song playing on the radio. Mike was leaning so far over that he was basically in the passenger's seat, lying on Brad and trapping him on the door. Brad was in pain, the door cutting into his back, but the pleasure of Mike's tongue in his mouth silenced the pain.

Three minutes of kissing later, Mike finally pulled away silently and put the car in reverse, driving home. Brad sat up and buckled his seat, confused until he felt a hand over his crotch.

He looked over at Mike who was flushed and obviously turned on himself, according to the bulge in his pants. Mike's hand left Brad and turned on the blinker as he pulled onto their street. Mike swerved into their driveway and turned off the car and got out and in the house in a matter of milliseconds, Brad close behind.

The second Brad was in the house and had closed the door, Mike pushed him towards the bedroom, pointing so he got the hint. Mike was behind Brad, taking off his shirt and taking his own shoes and shirt off. Brad quickly took off his shoes and pants and boxers, knowing what was going to happen and loving Mike's hot dominance and need.

Brad fell back onto the bed, butt-naked, as he watched Mike take off his own pants and boxers and grab the lube from their dresser. Mike fell on top of Brad, fisting the lube in one hand and holding himself steady as he kissed and grinded hotly into Brad.

Brad was a writhing mess under him, feeling more ready for what was about to happen than he ever had in his life. He moaned as Mike had spread the lube over his fingers and pressed a finger into Brad's tight heat. Inpatient, Mike added another finger as he slid his other lubricated hand over his shaft.

A few seconds later, both were prepared as much as could be, and Mike, shaking, held Brad up and guided him to the head of the bed, turning him around. Brad grabbed the rail of the headboard, bracing himself for Mike's entrance.

Mike shivied closer to Brad, circling his head around Brad's hole. Suddenly he pulled back, grabbing Brad's hand and pulling him off the bed. He kissed Brad for a second before turning him and placing his hands on the wall before him.

Brad shook with excitement from the kinkiness of fucking standing up. He'd always wanted to try it like this but didn't have the balls to bring it up with Mike.

Satisfied, Mike continued his teasing from earlier but began to feel desperate and pushed into Brad all the way in one hot thrust. He grunted; the heat radiating off of Brad as Mike's chest was pressed into Brad's back was overwhelming.

The first words were said in the heat of passion by Brad. "Mike...fuck... fuck me, Mike, move, please move..."

Mike just moaned in response, pulling back in and thrusting into Brad, the pleasure nearly taking the breath out of him. He pulled back and thrust in again, a little harder this time and in a different angle.

Brad screamed bloody murder as his knees buckled from the pleasure of Mike thrusting in and out of him. He had to hold on to the wall to stay upright.

"Mike....harder....HARDER!!! God!!" Brad moaned as Mike obeyed.

Brad's screams were music to Mike's ears. As soon as he heard Brad plead to fuck him harder, he grabbed hold of Brad's hips and pulled him towards his thrust as he fucked Brad so hard he thought he was going to break his hips.

Brad felt Mike's hands on his hips, pulling him back, and soon Brad was rolling his hips back expertly, meeting each of Mike's thrust, feeling like he wouldn't be able to walk straight tomorrow for how deep Mike was in him.

Suddenly Mike moved slower but just as deep, curling his hand around Brad's sweaty body and gripping his erection.

Brad thought his heart was going to explode as he felt Mike move slower, sensually, in and out of him, a hand gripping his shaft and running the thumb over the tip repeatedly.

Mike's other hand reached up and held his lover around his stomach as he almost picked him up and moved them back to the bed. Mike fell on his back, still sheathed in Brad. Brad moaned loudly as he knew what Mike wanted him to do.

Brad's hands rested on either side of Mike as he moved his hips so Mike fell out of him a little before slamming back down, causing Mike to scream and Brad to see stars.

Brad built a fast rhythm, his eyes rolling shut at Mike being so deep within him, the sounds of loud slapping skin echoing in the room. Every move was bliss to Mike as he continued to jerk his hand up and down Brad's member.

The second Mike leaned up and licked the back of Brad's neck, trailing down to leave open mouth kisses on Brad's back, Brad convulsed around Mike, his cheeks hugging Mike's hot erection and spilling his seed all over Mike's hand.

Mike screamed when Brad grew tighter around him. He arched his back as he came hard into his lover, screaming Brad's name loudly before falling back on the bed, happy and satisfied and out of breath.

Brad pulled himself off Mike and swivelled so he fell face-to-face on top of Mike.

Both men caught their breaths, kissing each other half-heartedly. Soon they were under the covers, completely exhausted and holding each other close.

Mike sighed and buried his face in Brad's neck. "I just want you to love me, Brad..."

Brad was taken aback. "Of course I love you, Mike, I love you so much it hurts."

Mike looked into Brad's eyes, tears glistening. "Then why don't you pay attention to me?"

Brad sighed. "I...when I come home I'm afraid if I kiss you or hug you, you'll think I'm too clingy..."

Mike shook his head. "God, no, Brad...I ache for your touch, every kiss, every brush of the shoulders, every hug...I want you, Brad."

Brad simply caught Mike's trembling bottom lip in between his own, lingering there lovingly. "I won't ever brush you off again then...however..."

Mike looked at Brad. "What...?"

"I'm blaming you if I can't walk tomorrow."

Mike chuckled and blushed. "Sorry about that--"

"Oh fuck no, fuck no don't be sorry, it was fucking hot. I'm just kidding." Brad licked Mike's lips and sighed. "I love you, Michael Kenji Shinoda."

"I love you too, Bradford Philip Delson."

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