Hey look, another porn story...but not Bourdelson. O.o I know right? Nah...Bennoda+MichaelBublé. Let the mindfuck begin...

Home/Numb

"Hey Mike, what do you think of these lyrics?" Chester handed the half-Japanese man his notepad and bit the end of his pen. He was nervous about this whole deal; Mike set it up without even mentioning it to his boyfriend...until this morning.

Mike skimmed the lyrics and nodded, turning back to the computer. "Looks fine."

Chester sighed loudly. "I wish you would realize that there's a whole world outside of that computer screen. And a man who loves you very deeply."

Mike clicked a few more times and spun around in his chair, cupping the singer's chin and bringing him closer. Their lips met for a millisecond before Chaz pulled away quickly. "Mike, anyone can see us in here..."

Mike shrugged and pecked the singer's lips once more. "I'm prepared to deal with the press...are you?"

Chaz grinned. The two were engaged in a lip-lock when their guest came through the door.

Mike pulled away and giggled a little, standing up to shake his acquaintance's hand. "I'm Mike, we talked on the phone?"

The man smiled and nodded, still blushing from the scene he walked into.

Chester stood up and shook his hand as well. "I'm Chester."

Mike grinned and sat down, motioning to a vacant chair for the singer to sit in. "So, Michael, what kind of track are you interested in?"

At the subject of music, the young man brightened up. "Well, I've been listening to Meteora on the way here. I don't want you to recreate the same song, but Numb seems like a powerful...ballad, so to speak."

Chester grinned. "Do you wanna do a new song, or a mash-up of say, Home and Numb? Mike can do either, am I right, Mike?" He winked at his boyfriend.

"Yeah, whichever one works for me. I've been working on a new beat all day that I think would work well for this situation. It's completely up to you."

Michael nodded. "I think a mash-up would make both of our fans pretty excited. But I'm not sure you guys understood why I emailed you..."

Mike glanced at Chester and both moved their chairs closer to the heartthrob. "We know why you emailed us...but we just need a legitimate cover," Mike said softly.

"I'm pretty sure making a song gives us more publicity than just...talking in NRG." Michael looked around the studio nervously.

Chester placed his hand on Michael's knee. "Trust us...you're gonna need a cover," he whispered seductively. "Now....is Mr. Buble warm? Would he like to maybe take off that blazer?"

"I--uh..." He blushed madly and slowly took off his jacket, setting it on the table behind him. "I've never...umm..."

Chester grinned and put his hand on the heartthrob's thigh, leaning in, seductively whispering, "we know...you're in good hands."

"Great hands, actually," Mike chimed in. He smiled that smile of his. "Do you want to watch or do you want us to touch you?"

Michael's eyes grew wide. "I--uhh...w-watch first maybe? Then...uh..." he stuttered.

Chester turned to Mike and pulled him to straddle his lap, holding onto the small of his back. Mike grinded into Chester once and kissed him hungrily, breathing hard and suppressing Chester's moan. The two continued their tongue battle until Chester ran his hand into Mike's pants and slapped his ass.

Mike gasped and pulled away, breathing harshly against Chester's lips, turning to Michael.

The male was flushed, his entire face bright red, his mouth open and his eyes wide. There was an obvious bulge in his pants that told Mike that he was enjoying the scene.

Mike turned back to Chester and moaned, throwing his head back and thrusting wildly into Chester. The couple tore each other's shirts off; Chester sucked and bit on Mike's left nipple, causing Mike to cry out loudly. The two stopped their show when they heard a zipper.

Michael had unzipped his pants, and, caught red-handed, looked up at the couple with an embarrassed look on his face. "It was uh...getting...tight...umm..."

Mike stood up and slid off Michael's pants slowly, then his boxers, before turning to Chester, who had stood up to meet him in a heated kiss. Mike stepped out of his pants and boxers, pulling down Chester's as well. They pulled Michael to his feet, and Chester kissed his neck, nipping and biting. Mike kneeled before him and began stroking his dick, looking up to make eye contact. "Do you like this?" he said with bright, almost innocent eyes, making Michael moan and thrust unwillingly into Mike's hand.

Chester latched onto Michael's nipple just as Mike took the tip of his dick in his mouth. The Home-singer cried out and bucked into Mike's mouth, grabbing his hair and pulling him closer to him, his other hand reaching for Chester's head to kiss him deeply.

Chester pulled away, shaking his head. "Ah ah ah, no kissing on the mouth. Just neck and elsewhere."

Michael looked disappointed until Mike deep-throated him; the singer's eyes rolled back and he threw his head back and moaned loudly, beginning to build a bucking rhythm into Mike's mouth. Chester looked at Mike to check if he was okay; the rapper's eyes were closed. Chester knew this was because he wasn't enjoying it.

The singer immediately sat on the ground next to his boyfriend and kissed his neck, moving his hand up and down his cock. Mike's eyes shot open and Chester smiled at him, continuing to move his hand as he situated himself behind Michael, kissing down his spine, reaching his ass. Michael couldn't decide where to look; Mike Shinoda deep-throating him and moaning against his shaft, or Chester Bennington jacking off Mike while rimming him.

Chester slid his tongue in and out of Michael's heat at the same rhythm as his thrusts into Mike's mouth, grabbing Mike's open hand and placing it on his cock, hoping he'd get the message.

Mike immediately moaned and began rubbing his boyfriend, feeling himself topple over the edge. A few seconds later, Michael cried out and came in Mike's mouth, shaking slightly. He pulled away and stepped sideways, letting Mike and Chester move together. The second their mouths were on each other's and their cocks touched, they both came into each other's hands, riding out their orgasm.

The couple pulled away from each other, smiling, and stood up to look at Michael.

The heartthrob was flushed, breathing heavily still, yet grinning like a mother fucker. The three slowly put on their clothes again, Mike and Chester switching shirts. Once they were all dressed, they laughed slightly at the awkwardness.

"I umm...I had a nice time..umm...t-thank you..." Michael mumbled shyly.

Chester just giggled a bit, holding onto Mike's arm as Mike reached to shake Michael's hand. "Anytime." He grinned that grin of his and Chester melted a bit inside, squeezing his ass and giggling in his ear.

Michael just turned around, grabbing his blazer, and headed out the door. Before he walked through it, though, he turned around to face the smiling couple, and said in a plain, clear voice, "I hope we can do this again."

If my mom knew I wrote shit like this I think she'd have another stroke XD

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