This took me a week to write, but only because I couldn't focus worth a shit, and also because I didn't know how to end it. But here it is, finished. Shitty but done.

Day of the Show

The hotel clock said 6:50 as I rolled over, right on top of the naked man in my bed. I grinned and looked down at his skinny, pale white ass that I remember clutching as he fucked me into the mattress only hours before.

I laid my body over his, moaning quietly as our bodies molded so easily, my erection teasing around his hole. I ran my hands up his sides, whispering huskily in his ear, "wakey wakey, Mr. Delson."

I started to rock against him, kissing his spine, and ran my hands down to grip his cock that was already growing to life.

He groaned and stretched, turning back to look at me as he felt my erection penetrate him just barely.

I grinned as he looked down at my cock moving slowly around his ass, his cheeks blushing hard. "Good morning, Mr. Shinoda. You're looking fine today..." He turned back on the mattress and stretched so that his ass moved upwards towards my hips. I groaned a bit and pressed my body into his, my weeping cock pulsating.

"What time is it?" he muttered into the pillow. I kissed his neck, still moving slightly against him, unable to control my hips.

"It's almost seven..."

He moaned a bit, reached his hand down to jerk himself off in time with my slow movements. "We have a show today..."

I nodded, kissing his neck until I had left a mark. "If we fuck now, we'll still have time to sleep it off and shower together without anyone knowing."

"Mmm...you make a very good argument." He widened his legs a bit, positioning his body so the tip of my dick went a bit further into him, just to tease me.

"It's not technically an argument if we both agree, Delson."

He bucked his hips up in one thrust, just at the right time so I was fully sheathed in him. I cried out loudly, my body shaking as I felt his muscles tighten around me. I could just imagine him smirking as the thumbed the tip of his dick, getting cum on his finger before bringing it back up to his mouth.

I was still inside of him, my hips trembling at the blissful feeling I got whenever we were intimate like this. He was moving his hips up and down, somehow in control of me fucking him.

"How would you like it, Shinoda?" he mumbled into the mattress, moving his hips up and down just barely, squeezing his ass around my cock each time.

"Slow and hot." I wrapped my arm around his middle, beginning to move my hips just barely in time with his. My entire body was shaking, and I clung to him, closing my eyes tightly and breathing in his scent.

"It's too quiet in here..." He turned around to look at me, a grin in his eyes and his eyebrows raised teasingly.

I grunted in response, too distracted by his brown, lusty eyes to form a real question. I stared at him as he turned us over, dismantled himself from me, and stood up. He was stark naked as he went to the stereo system and turned it on, the cd already in there. He'd made a sex mix that he liked to fuck to; all the songs with good rhythm, or naughty lyrics, or a bass that he liked to follow with his hips. I approved of this, usually because it meant he enjoyed it more and I still got to fuck him, so it didn't matter what music was playing.

He danced a bit before taking his own erection in his hand, teasing it, stroking it slowly. He kneeled on the bed, so that I could see his full, beautiful body, throwing his head back and thrusting into his hand. He knew how much I loved watching him and he loved teasing me.

I moaned, stroking myself too. He saw this and slapped my hand away, letting go of his own cock and positioning himself over me, our bodies aligned but his back to me. He spread his legs on either side of mine, holding himself up by his hands, and pushed himself down until just the head of my cock penetrated him. I thrashed and groaned, but he had a hold on my hips that kept me from bucking.

"You wanted this slow, Shinoda. That's what I'm giving you," he said with a smirk in his voice.

I ran my hands down his chest and gripped his ass, trying to just be satisfied having his body this close. "Right..." My hands travelled to his cock, his beautiful, delectable cock that I remember staring at when the band took the occasional showers together. He arched his back as I thumbed the tip, moving in such a way that his ass moved further down on my dick, causing me to cry out unexpectedly.

"Fuck..." He trembled against me, covering my hand with his, guiding me up and down his cock.

"Baby...lean against me, I want to feel more of you."

He complied, resting back against me, angling his body so his head was on my right shoulder. He turned his head to look at me, biting his lip. I just grinned, tears brimming in my eyes as I leaned forward to kiss him slowly.

He kissed back, and a few moments into the kiss, I felt him move off me a bit, only to push himself back down until most of my dick was in. I gasped and pulled away from the kiss, arching my back and crying out. "More..."

He whimpered and pressed himself down all the way, shivering and moaning just from that simple touch. "Michael...oh fuck."

I was shaking too, my hips rocking up on their own accord. My hands rested on his hips, guiding them up and down slowly, my sweaty chest rubbing against his back. He stilled his hips, turning his head a bit to look at me, mumbling words that almost made me cum right then. "I want you to taste me."

I groaned loudly, instantly finding his cock and spreading pre-cum over my fingers. I brought my hand first to his mouth, muttering "you first." He took hold of my wrist and sucked on my fingers, closing his eyes and moaning. I watched with my mouth open and stars in the sides of my vision. When he was done, he guided my hand back down, making me stroke him a few times before covering my fingers with pre-cum again and bringing them to my lips, watching me. I closed my eyes and sucked on his fingers, letting my senses fill with him and only him.

"Fuck I love you." I kissed him deeply, thrusting my hips off the bed a bit, just wanting more of him.

He nodded and mumbled into my mouth that he loved me back before resting his head on my shoulder and his weight on his forearms. He lifted his hips off me completely and tilted his body, finding my cock with his hand and getting my own pre-cum. He made me taste it first, to which I moaned, and he re-applied and sucked his fingers.

He turned to look at me, his fingers resting on my hip, getting ready to impale himself once more. He grinned, and just as the song changed to a NIN song, he plowed his hips down, filling me in him.

I saw black as I sat up in the bed, holding his body completely against mine and shuddering into his shoulder. "Oh fuck...Bradford..."

His head was back against my shoulder, his mouth gaping open and a soft moan escaping his lips. My hands held his thin hips and I bucked against him, in perfect time with the bass on the song.

He leaned against me and I collapsed back on the bed, thrusting my hips up into him. I held his hand against my mouth and kissed it, gasping for air as I felt him move against me.

"This...isn't...slow..." he mumbled, closing his eyes and gripping his own hard cock.

I moaned and moved my hand with his, thumbing the tip of his dick. "I don't give a shit...god."

He leaned his weight on his elbows and thrust his hip down, whimpering loudly. "Yeah, me neither." He gasped as I hit his spot.

Just as I was about to reply, my iPhone buzzed and beeped with a text. I glanced at the clock--it wasn't even 8:30. The guys couldn't be up this early.

I reached for the phone but instead knocked it off the bed. Brad noticed this and grabbed my ass, pulling us to lay on our sides, spooning, on the edge of the bed. I grinned and kissed the back of his neck, my hand on his lower abdomen as I moved in and out of him effortlessly.

He reached down and got my phone, pulling it up so I could see it.

>>Dave: we're going to breakfast downstairs. Meet us in ten?

"Tell him that we're...fuck..." I closed my eyes and bit his shoulder softly, shuddering. "Just tell him we're sleeping. Fuck baby..."

Brad typed the reply and turned off the phone, placing it on the nightstand before returning his hand to his cock, bucking against me. "I love when you fuck me like this."

I groaned and pushed in harder, clutching his hip as the sound of me pounding into him filled the room. "You like this?" I murmured into his ear, running my hand up his body to his nipple, holding his body against mine.

He turned his head and looked me in the eye, running his hands through my hair, his lips ghosting against mine. "I want you to fuck me so deep it hurts to walk."

My eyes rolled back and I pulled out, pushing him down so we were facing each other finally. I lifted one of his legs over my shoulder and plunged into him, balls deep. He cried out and pulled me down desperately into a passionate embrace. "That's it...right there..."

I pulled out and slammed back in, matching the fast rhythm of the song that was playing. Our lips met and I breathed harshly against his mouth, pulling away after a few moments for air. "Brad...fuck..."

He knew what I needed and he reached behind me, gripping my ass and pushing one finger deep inside my hole. My eyes rolled into the back of my head immediately and I cried out. "Deeper..." I rasped and he hit my spot, just as I hit his hard and came.

I cursed loudly and watched him scream, thrusting his hips down against mine each time. He began to cum and I immediately lowered my head and deep-throated him, swallowing everything he gave me. I glanced up at him after both of us had stopped spurting and were catching our breaths.

His body was arched, his eyes closed and his mouth open, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His hair was matted against his forehead and his hands were on my ass, holding me deep against him. He looked simply delicious.

"Don't move...please don't move..." I nodded and collapsed on top of him, turning us so he was lying on me. He smiled and I grinned back, kissing him lazily, my hands on his back.

"You, Mr. Shinoda, are an amazing fuck." He kissed me softly, running his hands through my hair.

"As are you, Mr. Delson. How does a shower sound?" I nodded towards our joined hips.

He nodded and I lifted him into my arms, carrying him awkwardly to the bathroom. He giggled and I stepped in the shower, turning it on and removing himself from my cock. We washed each other and I ended up rimming him at a fast pace, my hand jacking him off and his hand on my dick. We both came at the same time, our mess going down the drain. I turned him around in my arms and kissed him deeply, grinning like mad.

We stepped out of the shower and dried each other off, stumbling onto the bed, making out hotly.

"I need you again if I'm going to play a show without being able to touch you." He grinded into me, kissing and sucking on my neck.

"Mmm...no complaining here..." I mewled and glanced at the clock; it was ten o'clock. Time enough to fuck again, but just barely.

I flipped him over onto his back, holding his hips down and kissing the tip of his arousal. He thrashed and bucked, causing me to deep-throat him. I moaned and pulled away, sliding back up him and fisting his hard dick. I pressed my erection into his hip, grinding into him desperately.

He grabbed my ass and brought me down harder, thrusting up against me. "I want...to be inside...you." He kissed me passionately, our tongues wrestling in my mouth. I moaned at his words and rotated my hips so that when he bucked he rubbed against my hole.

I trembled and threw my head back, moaning at the delicious friction. I caught his eye before he turned and reached for the lube on the dresser. It was raspberry scented; we bought it the day before we left to tour and it was already half-empty.

I took the bottle from his hands and leaned down, kissing him as I squirted a generous amount on my hands. I coated his dick and sat back up, my expert hands teasing him and stretching my hole at the same time. When I thought I was ready, I leaned down and kissed him again, angling my hips so that if he thrusted up he'd slide right in. "Lead the way, Mr. Delson."

He angled his head to watch his dick enter me. Halfway through he arched his back and bucked madly, his eyes squeezing shut and his breaths coming out in short pants. "Fuck you feel so hot..."

I watched him with my mouth gaping open. Every time he was inside of me it was unbelievable. This time was no different.

My hips were rocking against him of their own accord; all I could do is moan at the pleasure and watch my lover.

He was mewling, his hips bucking off the bed, his head to the side so he could watch himself disappear in me over and over. He grabbed my ass and brought me down harder so that his cock was so deep in my ass I felt like I could feel it in my throat.

I wrapped my hand around my aching erection, shaking uncontrollably as he slid against my prostate. "Baby...I'm too weak...need you..."

He nodded and helped me into his arms, moving me to kneel before the headboard. I moaned and thrusted my hips back, looking over my shoulder as he looked at me, sliding back into my tight hole. His hair was wet and all messed up and covered part of his eyes, which were dark and almost animalistic. That was one of the reasons I loved Brad--he knew what he wanted in bed and he always got it.

He kissed my lips lovingly and held onto my stomach, pounding into me slowly. "I love you, Mike," he said sweetly as he kissed my shoulder.

I melted against him, resting my hand over his. "I love you too, Brad." I took his hand and placed it on my cock, moaning lowly.

His head fell to my shoulder as he moved his hips faster, jerking me off with one hand and holding my hip with the other. I heard him groan and shake, and I turned around, seeing tears run down his face.

He looked up at me and smiled weakly, mumbling, "you feel perfect against me."

Tears ran down my cheeks and I twisted my body so I could kiss him. My hand fluttered to his ass and I pulled him hard against me. "Fuck me like there's no tomorrow..."

He groaned and pecked my lips once before pulling out of me and slamming back in.

I gasped and held onto the headboard; he hit my prostate with an unprecedented force, and the combination of his moving hips, his hand on my hard-on, and his breath fanning my neck was enough to make me scream bloody murder. "Fuck Brad...don't stop."

The sounds of our slapping skin echoed in the room and he grunted under his breath, "I have no desire to stop anytime soon..."

I reached around and grabbed his ass, making sure with each buck of his hips he was as deep inside me as possible. My hand roamed my body, pinching my nipples and thumbing the tip of my dick. My orgasm was approaching quickly and I was too weak to do anything about it.

"Bradford...oh god." I leaned my head against the headboard and alternated thrusting into my fist and back into Brad.

"Michael...I'm close..." His head was on my shoulder and I felt his entire body move and thrust into me. His hand snaked around my body and assisted my hand in my ministrations. As soon as he ran his finger over the tip and kissed and bit my neck, I cried out loudly and released, cumming hard into his hand and clenching his cock in my ass. He hollered my name and came hard against my prostate.

We trembled and shook together, crying out each other's names and collapsing onto the bed all wrapped up as one.

I sighed and kissed him softly, my arms tight around his middle. He kissed my nose and pulled out of me, falling on my chest. His limbs were given out, as were mine, and we focused the next few minutes on getting our breathing back.

I watched his eyes flutter shut. "If we're going to play a good show tonight then we need to sleep..." He yawned and hid his face in my neck, his finger circling my nipple lazily.

"You started it." I messed my hands in his hair. I can't lie; the Jewfro fascinated me to no end.

He grinned. "I'm not apologizing for anything." He kissed my neck and cuddled close to me, pulling the covers up. "Good night, Shinoda."

I kissed his forehead. "Good night, Delson."