OMG! I'm so nervous because this is my first story here. D:

Usually I only write for the german fandom but, yeah, I wanted to try something else.... so here I am - Hi! :)

Big thanks to apparentlyalive who was my beta. ^^

I hope you'll enjoy it.

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Heart fucked

The morning sun lit up the hotel room, revealing the dirty events of last night.

You didn’t have to think twice to know what had happened.

Everywhere discarded garments was laying around and stuffy, stale air which was still in the room only confirmed everyone’s suspicion.

A few hours before, pure lust had dominated this room and one had attacked another like hungry tigers over the body of their victim.

Chester woke up slightly but he wasn’t moved to get up, so he let his eyes closed and was still enjoying to be snuggled up to a warm body with his back that was giving him closeness and security.

He turned and put his left hand and his head on a chest. He pressed himself up against the warm body and growled in enjoyment.

He could hear the rhythmic sounds of the heartbeat. Smacking slightly he stroked the bare and soft skin of his bedfellows.

It felt good.

He couldn’t move his fingers from the skin. He liked to feel the softness and he loved these mild pronounced muscles, they were so relaxed.

Beautiful bird’s chirping sounded through the closed window such as the sun rays shone into the room. Chester’s sleep faded into hard reality.

A huge shock shot through his body and he immediately cramped. His eyes fluttered open and from one second to another he was completely awoken. His chocolate brown eyes shone in disbelief.

Chester could recognize Mike underneath him!

“Oh my god, fuck!,” he spat out loudly while he was clumsily jumping out of the bed and thus awaked Mike. As the fresh air from outside of the bed welcomed Chester and gave him slight goose bumps, he realized he stood there completely naked. The singers eyes widened. Filled with panic he reached out for his pillow to held it before his cock to be somewhat protected from Mike’s glance.

Mike who was also buck naked but still under the warm blanket rubbed his tired eyes and then looked back to the singer in surprise. The emcee sat up so that his pillow was a little more crumpled. After that he scanned the hotel room. Very slowly he got to a conclusion as he saw the ravaged room, stopping at Chester who stood there completely perplex.

“What happened?,” the elder man asked. His voice thin; he had to squeeze the words through his throat and his mouth. The singer’s heart was still racing. He wanted to leave no suspicion, so he did it with the small glimmer of hope nip in the bud.

“I… I don’t know,” he got the simple answer from a clueless Mike who was scratching his head and sighed loudly.

“Why do you have no clue? … Why do you lie in the bed? Next to ME? W- .. what about rock-paper-scissors? I fucking won! You have no damn right to lie there and you know I don’t like that!” The words flowed from his mouth like a waterfall what testified to his pure desperation. Chester even didn’t notice his headache.

They had played rock-paper-scissors to find out who would have the pleasure to sleep in the bed. Chester once stated that he didn’t want to sleep next to Mike because he thought it was the first step to be unfaithful. They had played it so that both had the chance to sleep conformable. The loser had to settle on the couch or just sometimes even had sleep on the cold floor - even if they were fucking rock stars.

However, this morning it seemed as if they already skipped the second and the third step.

“Calm down, Ches… uhm… that – I think it had its reasons.”

“Reasons? Reasons! Then tell me why I’m … I’m”, he shouted very upset but stopped himself in the middle of the sentence. He looked around and even if they couldn’t be heard by anyone, he whispered the last words, ”… why I’m naked?!”

Actually they knew it.

A fucking dolt could infer it.

“Well, Ches… you actually know…. that this means we-“

“Oh my God! I have a headache!,” he suddenly cried out and interrupted Mike in his sentence. He didn’t want to listen to the emcee’s words just because they would assure him what he tried to block out of his thoughts and likewise out of his conscience.

“Do not interrupt me! We both know what happened and we have to talk about it!,” the half Asian spat out a little bit angry while Chester was holding his forehead with both of his hands. He had totally forgotten the pillow. It fell down and the singer blushed immediately as he reached out for it a little ashamed.

“We drunk a lot last night,” he said as he got out of the bed groaning like he was also in pain of a headache. Mike went through the hotel room to collect his clothes from the floor to put it on. He didn’t seem to feel ashamed because he was naked to the bone. Chester looked somewhat disgusted to the side.

The older man would like to burst out crying now. The whole thing wasn’t easy for him to fight with. Mike let the sentences just too easy get loose from his lips, as if it wouldn’t have consequences; it means nothing.

“Tell me… do you… can you remember something?,” the singer questioned while his voice was thin and crumbly again.

Mike was head-shaking. „No, I don’t… what about you?“

As the emcee saw Chester also shaking his head he saw depressed down. Just to find a tube. He picked it up from the floor and Chester's eyes grew larger, won again in despair.

“Think it’s clear,” the half Asian said almost emotionlessly as if the whole damn thing didn’t mind him at all and he put the gel on the bed. “I think now we cannot excuse us from this or fool us. It’s just… just too clear.”

"No! I never would have approved of that. Never!”

"Would you then stay here full of despair, if you would have prevented it? ... . I do not think so," Mike said to his ‘best friend’ then went over to the still naked man and offered him his boxer. “Get your clothes on.”

Snorting, Chester snatched his boxers out of Mike’s hand. He disappeared with all his clothes, which he picked up on his way, in the bathroom to get completely dressed. Meanwhile Mike sat down on the bed. He was grinning a bit to himself because he didn’t feel sorry for the night. He was absolute sure to have enjoyed their experience and he would like to do it again but then sober.

“Tell me… how can you take that so easy? … See we have … we have… we did… urgh,” Chester started rumbling as he was back again with Mike. He curled up his face and paced across the room.

The emcee followed Chester with his eyes and shrugged.

“I’m sure I lik- … uhm… see, we drunk a lot and a drunkard always says the truth.”

“I don’t get the point. We have something done!”

“Yeah sure… but drunkard say the truth because they lost their stoppages… and we even showed us that… or… I dunno… maybe we said it and then it comes to… to sex.”

Chester suddenly stopped stony.

“Then… you… you think I feel something for you right now? But… I don’t feel anything,” he stuttered. The half Asian saw how confused his friend was and that he had doubts about his own statement, which actually should be so clear.

“Well, maybe they’re just… uhm… inhibited again?,” he spoke under his breath as he walked slowly over to Chester. The singer realized Mike first when he was already very close to him. Chester had a glimmer what Mike wanted to do because of that he shook his head in disagreement. He just didn’t want that. But also he wasn’t able to do more as to shake his head from side to side.

“Come on, let’s find it out.” Mike asked him while he positioned one warm hand on Chester’s cheek. Caressing him gently with his thumb. The singer tensed immediately under Mikes touch but the emcee was undeterred. He smiled softly as he slowly bent over to his ‘best friend’. The rapper looked back and forth between Chester’s beautiful curved lips and his wonderful shinning eyes. He paid attention to every little negative reaction, but nothing happened.

Mike had known it.

Would he not wanted it, Chester had known to stop it.

Two pairs of soft lips met each other. Feather light.

After a few seconds Mike saw Chester shutting his eyes close as he began to enjoy it.

The pressure intensified on Mike’s lips. The initiative came from the singer. Now Mike closed his eyes too and he knew he had won because he was right with his suggestion.

But now everything was secondary.

At this moment only this indescribable feeling of thousands of butterflies that held a dance of joy in his belly mattered, the gribble on his lips and the shivers down his spine.

The rapper put one hand in Chester’s neck and brought him more into the kiss.

Now they were so far that they couldn’t let off of each other. This moment was too wonderful. Again and again they pulled apart only to feel each other’s warm breath against their cheeks and then losing themselves again in a passionate kiss.

Heart fucked.

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