So that's what came to my mind one night...I hope you like the idea.

It's a collection of 26 standalones: each of them will be about a word that starts with each one of the alphabet's letters. I don't have all words planned, so maybe you'll have the choice sometimes ^^

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6fY3QGGM-gw yeah, that's where the title came from lol

The other stories won't be like this first one, so don't you guys give up if you don't like this one!

Thank you so much Becky for having been so kind and supporting!

For those who asked, no, the stories won't be associated with each other :)

The whole 'pub' idea is mine, but I took Mike's story from a Latin tale I read. The original one is from Eumolpus, and I don't own it. I 'modernized' it a bit 'cause it had doves and horses in it, lol, hope you'll like it!

And the word 'Birthday' in the title has nothing to do with the story, but I put it in 'cause yesterday was Chester's bday :D

B is for 'Birthday Boy'

“Tell us what happened!” Joe barked from across the table, emphasizing his request by raising his half-drank tankard of beer.

Mike Shinoda spent the time necessary to increase the suspense glancing at each of his friends around the small wooden table: pressed to a half-lighted corner of a smoky pub, saturated in beer, the five-people group of them was having a good time, telling each of their funniest recent anecdotes to the others in an unspoken challenge of the best adventure. Brad, Rob, Dave and Joe were looking expectantly at their dark-haired friend, not-so-patiently waiting for his voice to come.

“Ok, well, uhm…” he began, pretending to be in trouble with his memory, “let me remember…I…uhm…”

Brad groaned, clearly not enjoying to waste his time with too many preambles; the animalistic sound from his friend made Mike laugh loudly, that loud, jovial and warm laugh of his echoing around their half-lighted corner. They had another round of beer-drinking before the real story would start.

“Ok. I was in Phoenix, visiting one of my old college mates: Bennington. Charles Bennington.”

“I remember that,” Brad interrupted again, “it was two months ago. You said you were going to stay two days, just the time for a quick friendly visit, but you eventually elongated your permanence.”

The dark-haired, half-Japanese man nodded, his smile letting his pearl-white teeth poke out from behind his beer-wet lips. “Such a nice guy, that Charles was…”

“…but I bet that wasn’t the reason why you decided to stay there longer, was it?”, Joe winked.

“I would so want to say you’re an evil-thinker, Joe, but I painfully have to admit that, for once, you’re right. You guys have to know,” he started, while turning his head towards each of his friends, “that Charles had an awesome family: his father was amazingly kind, his mother was an incredible cook, and,” he underlined the word, “he had a brother he had never told me about.”

“Uuuh, was he hot?” Dave squealed so-not-manly, his drunken state helping his feminine side slip in the open.

Mike laughed again. “I’ll let you decide that. His name was Chester…”

“…and that’s a hot name.” Joe acknowledged.

“He had this beautiful cascade of golden curls above his forehead and the most enticing eyes I’ve ever stared into. So dark and big, you can’t even imagine. His skin was as pale as ivory and his lips were as red as those Spanish roses you guys can only admire on postcards. He even had flames tattooed around both of his wrists; god knows how sexy he was when he let them stick out of his shirts...”

“Alright, so he was hot.”

“And now you have my complete attention,” Brad remarked as he waved for their storyteller to go on.

“It was impossible not to want him. Plus, you know me, I’m so weak when it comes to these things. But he was only seventeen, and even if he was so hot, as you all agree without even having seen him once, he was still legally a minor, and I was twenty-five. I couldn’t just court him in front of his father and brother!” He let his hands wander in the air – smoke – to accentuate his words. “But his eighteenth birthday was in two weeks; I decided I didn’t want this opportunity to fly away and made up an excuse to stay longer, which was easy since me and Charles had always been good friends. Meanwhile, I contrived a plan to win Chester’s favor without letting his family know, but, at the same time, having their consent.”

Joe winced as if in pain. “Ah, my brain hurts, you’re too complicated.”

“It went like this: every evening, as we all had dinner together, I discreetly managed to push our conversations towards the same subject. I faked anger and indignation towards gay people and claimed the inviolability of the ‘intimate approach’ – I liked the euphemism – before marriage. I guess I was so good at acting that Mrs. Bennington began to look at me as like she would look at a saint.” The group laughed loudly. “Charles didn’t know that much about my sexual life, so he didn’t suspect anything. Hence, in less than ten days, I became the one who helped the ‘little’ Chester out with his homework, took him to his guitar lessons or accompanied him to football training. I was his protector.”

“What an evil mind, Mikey!” Brad teased, playfully nudging his arm.

The five of them took another long mouthful of their golden nectar, before Rob decided it was worth for his friends to finally hear his voice for the first time in almost half an hour. “Go on, go on,” he pleaded, gesturing to continue by shaking his dark bottle.

“My pleasure, Bourdie. One night, we were watching a silly show on TV, the five of us: Charles, me, Chester, Mr. and Mrs. Bennington. We had such a great time…and I decided it was time to attack. I insisted we stayed on the couch some more, so that they all fell asleep. I didn’t, though. How could I? I couldn’t close my eyes, not even for a single second, busy as I was in the contemplation of my friend’s beautiful brother. And I could see he was awake as well: he was trying to stay still, but his breathing was quick and his eyelids clearly itched to open. He was so bad at pretending!” He took a deep breath and watched, amused, as his friend’s heads unconsciously followed his shoulder’s movements, wrapped up as they were in his story. “As quietly as possible, in order not to wake his parents, I got close to him and whispered: ‘If I’ll manage to kiss this stunning boy without making him notice, tomorrow he’ll have on his desk the new Stone Temple Pilots CD’. As soon as he heard that, he pretended to be heavily asleep, and he even snored some. He was a huge fan of STP, you know…so I immediately jumped over him and littered his face in kisses, everywhere I could reach: his skin was the softest I’ve ever kissed, his lips were the sweetest I’ve ever tasted, and his perfume…oh, god, his perfume. It drove me mad! I was so tempted to use my tongue, to taste him some more, but I knew I wouldn’t have been able to keep my voice low, as aroused as I was, and I would have woken the others up. So, that night I had to satisfy myself with his only lips in long, chaste kisses. The next day, as promised, I went to the nearest music shop and bought him that CD. He was so happy, you should have seen him!”

“So you really didn’t go further? You only kissed him?” Brad asked, more suspicious than curious.

“Yeah. For the first night, that was it. But let me go on.” Shinoda made himself more comfortable in his wooden chair, leaning against its back as he took his half-finished tankard with him. “The second night, being in the same situation as the first, I moved my goals further and murmured to myself: ‘If I’ll manage to touch Chester without making him notice, tomorrow he’ll have that black shirt he wants so much right on his bed’. As soon as I said that, the boy got spontaneously closer to me, as like he was afraid of me being the one falling asleep. I wasted no time in reassuring him and spent the whole night touching and fondling every single, smallest part of his body. There wasn’t a square centimeter of his flesh I didn’t lay my fingers on! What a pleasure I felt, my friends. Chester had an amazing body: like nothing I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah, you already told us.” Joe huffed.

“Uh-uh, is our Joe jealous?” Brad mocked.

“What? No I’m no-“

“Guys! I want to know how that goes on, if you don’t mind.” Rob scolded, for everyone’s great surprise, so that Mike was drawn back in telling the rest of his tale, mainly for the pride of having ‘moved’ his mostly silent friend than else.

“The next day I gave him what I promised, and I must tell, in that shirt he was the sexiest guy I’ve ever seen. And then, without even realizing, it was his eighteenth birthday, the day I was oh so eagerly craving for! He threw a huge party with all of his friends – none of them was as hot as him – and that night, as he was actually fighting against tiredness while waiting for me to come, I sneaked into his room and said softly in his ear: ‘If this little angel lets me get access to his virgin treasure, tomorrow I’ll do my best to convince his parents in letting him have that lip piercing he longs for. But, please, he mustn’t be aware of anything’. I’ll tell you, he had never slept as deeply as he did that night. So, I firstly inebriated my senses with his delicious mouth’s taste, then I touched all of his ashen body, and then,” He shifted his eyes towards each of his friends’ bewitched faces, “Dave, Rob, Brad, Joe. You could bet he really enjoyed my hand-work on his treasure…which I intended to make mine very soon.”

Cheers, laughter and cries of excitement echoed around their corner as soon as the statement left Mike’s mouth.

But Brad had noticed something still wasn’t clear. “So, did his parents allow him to have that lip piercing?”

“Actually, it was harder than I thought. They didn’t like those flames on his wrist, and as they said, that was ‘the first and last thing’ they had allowed him to do. I couldn’t say much more, and I didn’t want to insist further, otherwise I would have raised suspects about my strange worries. So, after some time spent hanging around with Charles, I found Chester waiting for me at home and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. But he should have sensed something wasn’t right in my gestures and he asked me, while still holding me in his arms: ‘Mikey, when will we go and take my lipring?’. When he became aware of the fact that I couldn’t keep my promise, he began to completely ignore me.” His friends’ eyes became wide; he could even see Dave’s brow furrow in trepidation for the following part! “Despite his angry mood, I insisted. The next day, as soon as I made sure his parents and brother were sleeping in their bedrooms, I went into Chester’s own room and began pleading him to come back to me, to let me satisfy him like he earlier did, and all that other bullshit a horny state would suggest. But he was still angry, and he kept nagging: ‘You go to sleep, or I’ll call my father!’. I knew he had a soft spot for me, though, so as he kept on saying ‘I’ll call my father!’ I slid into his bed and possessed him without even caring about his resistance. He wasn’t annoyed by my behavior at all, and once he was done with his whining and reproaching, he said: ‘I’ll show you that I’m not like you. If you want, you can have me.’ So, leaving all the rancor behind, I was back into his good books. I benefited of his complaisance again, and when I was satisfied with our awesome, exhausting intercourse I fell in a peaceful slumber. But he was young, bratty and insatiable, and my encore wasn’t enough for him! So, he woke me up, saying: ‘Don’t you want something else?’, and how could I answer? Even if breathless and completely soaked in sweat, I gave him what he wanted, falling asleep immediately after, exhausted by pleasure from our animalistic love-making sessions. In less than an hour, he began pinching me, chanting: ‘Why don’t we do that again?’ He was incredible, you have no idea! I was so fed up by all those forced awakenings that I gave him his words back: ‘You go to sleep, or I’ll call your father!’.”

The End

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