A.N: I have 2 stories to write for this very special lady but this one is special because its another bday story XD happy bday Wu-BB you are amazing, talented and kind and I miss u to the moon and back and love you even more xxxxxxxx

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Mike Shinoda rubbed the back of his neck and moaned loudly, eyes screwed shut. God dammit, why this bar of all bars? Why did he agree to come?

He and his friends had all agreed that a backpacking trip across Europe sounded like the most amazing idea ever. They had gone to so many bars, picked up so many chicks and had such an amazing time but now Mike was thinking about just dropping out and heading back to their hotel.

They had been in Ireland the whole of three days, finding a nice little B&B somewhere close to the centre of the city and had planned to go on a pub crawl or a ‘session’ as the landlord of the B&B called it. They had gone to a few bars, some with tonnes of people and others with just a small few sitting around, playing cards, obvious locals to the bar.

But now they reached the final destination of the night.

The George.

‘Oh dude c’mon.’ Joe had said to Mike earlier. ’We’ve been dragging Brad to all our bars, I think its about time we repaid the favor and who knows, we could all meet some sexy bisexual girls up for a little fun.’

Mike had to admit the idea of picking up two dykes watching them going down on one another was pretty hot and that was what swayed him but now, standing outside Irelands best liked gay bar he was chickening out.

Brad was like a child on Christmas, gazing around, pointing out every child he thought were gorgeous. Dave, Joe and Rob were pretty much on the scout for sexy women although most of them were here with their girlfriends.

Mike lagged behind his friends, not wanting to appear a prude or homophobic if he said he didn’t want to go in. But he wasn’t being homophobic, he just wasn’t comfortable. The idea of a guy hitting on him made him feel nervous so he jogged close, slotting tightly between his friends as they walked inside.

“Woah!” Rob said with wide eyes, gazing at two sexy lesbians making out just inside the entrance but Dave smacked his arm.

“Don’t stare! Its rude!” He claimed, chancing a sneak peek at the two and smirking to Joe, fanning himself, causing the chubbier to laugh.

The pub was nice, intimate but the dance area was small. Mike instantly ran to the bar, needing a drink and the four friends shared a laugh at how nervous Mike was. They all knew he wasn’t homophobic. He and Brad often shared jokes about being sexless lovers but still it was funny to see the usually so calm and controlled leader of the group freaking out a little.

Mike walked over to the bar where a burly Galway man was serving up drinks. His buff, hairless chest was exposed as he was only wearing an open, sleeveless denim jacket. Mike found himself staring with wide eyes, momentarily forgetting where he was, just wondering if he buffed up like that would girls be more attracted to him.

“Can I get you something sweet cheeks?” The bartender asked with a flirtatious wink and Mike’s eyes widened, cheeks burning.

“N-no…I-I mean….” He rubbed the back of his neck and then felt a hand slap his ass and he jumped, squeaking.

“What’s taking so long honey?” Brad asked with a playful smile as he stood in beside Mike and glanced to the bar man. “We’d just like five Guinness’.” He said, glancing to Mike. “May as well stick with the traditional, right baby?” Mike tried not to laugh as his friend kissed his cheek and the barman walked away to get them five pints.

“You’re a jerk.” Mike chuckled and Brad laughed too.

“I think I just saved your little virgin ass Shinoda.” He smirked, pinching his ass cheek. “Be thankful.” The two shared a laugh and soon were given the alcohol which they brought over to their friends.

The five men sat in a small booth that was facing the dance floor, four of them scoping out the chicks despite not being able to get with any of them. They also taunted Brad, asking if he thought this or that guy was hot. The poor Jewish man could hardly answer before they were pointing out a second person.

Mike was glancing through the floor, trying to find the ugliest guy he could to point out to Brad when he got totally distracted. In the centre of the dance floor a congregation of men had gathered, dancing around something or someone. Mike couldn’t stop his curiosity and he craned his neck to see. They were gathered around a section of the stage where a woman was performing.

She was gorgeous, almost six foot tall and slender. Her body was incredible and she wore a knee length, shimmering black dress. It was halter neck with a thick black choker practically covering her entire neck. The woman’s slender arms were almost entirely clad in long white gloves with an assortment of diamond bangles around her skinny wrists. She was wearing fishnets over her slender, hairless legs and a pair of high, black stilettos.

Her long red hair fell over her shoulders, resting against her breasts which were ample and large, so attractive.

Mike had instant fantasies about touching that incredible body and, hands slipping along her sides and waist, kissing and touching, sucking on those large breasts, leaving love marks everywhere.

Mike couldn’t stop staring and his four friends glanced to one another, fighting snickers as the half Asian turned to them.

“Oh my god…she is….the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen!” He gasped and Brad tried to control his laughter, mouth hidden behind his hand.

“Why don’t you go get her number Mike?” Dave said, fighting snickers and the younger blushed, watching as the singer preformed for all the men.

“N-nah…I’ll wait until she’s finished.” He said with a smile, not noticing his friends laughter or even wondering what was so hysterical.

They sat in the booth for the next hour until the show ended. Instantly Mike was jumping up from his seat, telling the boys he’d be right back and the moment he left all four doubled over in laughter.

“S-someone’s gotta tell him! We gotta tell him..” Brad said passed the laughs that escaped him and Joe chuckled loudly.

“He’ll find out soon enough…when he starts suckling along that ‘beautiful’ neck only to find an Adams apple.” They all burst into tears of laughter as Mike sailed through the irish gays and lesbians just to finally see the performer politely turning down a drink from a buff man in a leather biker suit. Mike waited a few moments before she was finally left in peace and he walked over, swallowing loudly and sitting beside her. The red head brushed the hair over her shoulder, heavy, dark eyes looking directly to Mike, eyeing him up.

“Hey there big boy.” She smiled, voice unnaturally deep voice but Mike blushed, unable to help himself.

“H-hey…” He said with a smile, turning to the gorgeous red head who had spoke with a flawless American accent. “Can I buy you a drink?” The woman took a moment to consider but a smile crossed her lips and she nodded gently. Mike grinned, ordering a sex on the beach for the lady who moved up to the stool directly beside him and smiled to him. The alcohol was left on the table and the male paid as he felt a hand stroke his bicep. He looked aside to see the woman grinning to him.

“My name’s Chelsea.” She claimed in a deep voice, smiling to him and he swallowed loudly, grinning like an idiot but not responding with the usual manner of telling her his name. A slender, dark eyebrow raised as she looked to him. “And…you are?”

“O-oh..” Mike said, stretching his hand out really suddenly to grip his beer which he lifted to his lips and downed with his eyes shut, drinking over half the contents. “I-I’m Michael…but you can call me Mike..” Chelsea smiled and nodded, picking up the long glass and pulling the straw so it rested between her lush, cherry red lips. She moaned appreciatively, loving a cocktail when she finished performing. She actually was allowed free drinks but didn’t tell Michael that because it was flattering to have someone else pay for her.

“Well Mike.” She grinned to him, perfect teeth all whitened and grinning towards him like a Cheshire cat. “Thank you for the drink, I’m going to have to think of a way to repay you…”

“I’m sure we can come to some sort of arrangement.” Michael smiled to her, picking up a glass and taking a swig before he smiled badk to her. They just stared for a little, glances darting back and forth. Mike liked that whenever he stared into Chelsea’s eyes she would blush and look away and after a few long minutes he stood up, touching her hand. “Would you like to dance?” The young man asked and she giggled and nodded, taking his hand and walking with onto the dance.

The boys all laughed between themselves as JLS’ The Club is Alive came on and Michael began to dance quite naughtily with the beautiful woman who smiled to him, turning around. The dance music was loud, coursing through their veins and the woman leaned back into the young man, her round, firm, perfect ass grinding against his hips in time to the beat.

’The club is alive…with the sound of music…’

Mike rested his hands on her shapely hips and leaned over her shoulder, inhaling the soft scent and his eyes flickered shut as he moved against her, heart thundering against his chest as he pushed into the beautiful woman, nosing along her jaw line.

’Who’s that girl in the spotlight? Ohh cos she turns me on….’

Mike’s arms wound around the woman’s waist but the gripped his hands, making sure they stayed above her hips as she looked over her shoulder and smirked naughtily to him, pressing backwards. His groin was swelling and heart thundering. He had never seen anyone so gorgeous in his life and he wanted her so badly right now. He didn’t even notice all the same sex dance partners around him as he hugged her close to his body.

’You can be the DJ, I can be the dance floor, you can get up on me..’

“Lets go outside.” She whispered into Mike’s ear after spinning around in his grasp, his thick cock pressing to her thigh and she smirked, taking the mans hand and bringing him outside the club where a number of people were smoking and talking loudly, laughing and singing at the tops of their voices.

Mike was glad of the fresh air but felt Chelsea pull him around the club to a quiet alleyway, giggling.

“We wont be disturbed here.” She smiled, glancing to Michael who grinned and leaned into her, touching her cheek which was so soft, softer than he had ever felt. He smiled and leaned in, touching his nose to hers.

“Mmm I’m glad.” He whispered, fingers entwining with hers as he leaned in and did what he had been imagining since he first saw the woman. He kissed her, lips moulding and tongues touching hotly. The woman instantly opened her mouth and let out a throaty moan, hands moving so they were stroking up along his arms and his chest, rubbing the thick muscles beneath the shirt.

Mike began to kiss along her jaw but the woman cupped his cheeks and kept him straight so he was kissing her lips, constantly stealing pecks. The kisses altered from the momentary touching of lips to lingering smooches and on to full on breathless embraces. Chelsea’s slender fingers found their way into the young mans mop of soft hair and he gasped, feeling her pull. He had never kissed a woman who kissed quite like her. She commanded his mouth, teeth nipping at his full bottom lip.

“Damn, god you’re beautiful.” He whispered, stroking her cheeks before one hand reached behind, resting on her lower back, pulling her close. He was surprised when the woman pulled her hips back but continued to kiss him. Still he didn’t question, just continued kissing her, loving it.

“Oh Mike.” The woman giggled when his hands moved to her hips, stroking along there and her sides. He gazed down, eyes dark with lust and moved one hand so it was stroking her luxurious red hair. She stretched back, fingers winding around his wrist and pulled it down from her hair so it was back against her hips.

Mike felt for a moment he was going to loose himself in this woman, his mind was going crazy as was his heart and another, more noticeable organ. He was so close to saying fuck it and taking her back to the B&B when he suddenly heard very familiar voices approaching.

“SHINODA!!” He felt himself being pulled away from the woman as both Dave and Brad tackled him, having looked all over for their friend.

“G-guys..” Mike stuttered, looking to Chelsea who appeared uncomfortable, even backing away. He shoved both guys out of the way and gripped her hand. They all shared an uncomfy look, feeling like the should have stopped this before it even happened.

“If you’re ever in LA, look me up.” He said, holding out his hand for her cell which she gave him. He punched in his number, even taking hers before his friends all dragged him away, thinking maybe they shouldn’t ruin the evening for the young man by telling him what he had been making out with.

Chelsea’s cheeks were a healthy pink and she smiled to herself, wandering back into the club and to the bar where the bartender smiled.

“So, was he a good kisser?” the barman asked and the drag queen smirked.

“A lady doesn’t kiss and tell.” Chester Bennington said in a very unfeminine voice. He glanced back at the door, grinning. “All I’m saying is for once I’m glad I was working on my birthday.” He giggled and Chuck, the beefy barman handed him a cocktail, saying there was extra alcohol in it for the birthday queen. Chester smiled, toying with his phone. Five years it had been since he ran away from America, from his family but as he smiled to his phone, thinking of the gorgeous boy he had been kisses, he thought he found a reason to go back.

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A/N: yes its short and totally lame ;_; I’m sorry wu bb, love you so much and hope you have an AMAZING birthday!!!

I also wanna apologize, theres so many stories on here ive been meaning to read but college is getting kinda hard so I’m incredibly slow, sworry ;_;