LPfiction

Category Linkin Park

Maybe Then but Not Today by Razorzout

A/N: Hi :) this is my first LP fanfic, it is also a Oneshot. I hope you enjoy it.


Disclaimer: I don't own Linkin Park, or any of its memebers because owning a person is illegal.... So Ya



Maybe Then But Not Today



On my knees, that's where he had me, I was begging him. He got me to kneel at his feet in desperate submission and plead for his touch. And he got me to do it in the most demeaning way possible. You know, maybe I should start from the beginning, tell you how I got here. This is what happened.



First of all, I work for Linkin Park. I basically just tag along on all of their tours and make sure they're supplied with all of their basic needs like hotel arrangements and daily money distribution, I also manage the whole large scale budget when they're touring. I never really interact with the group so no one in LP ever notices me, except Mike. He always makes sure to say something to me if he sees me, whether it's just a simple "Hi" or randomly asking me questions like, "Would you prefer Hotdogs or corndogs?". Depending on my answer, we would either start a heated debate on which was better, or he would just nod and continue his day. He always left me over excited at the thought of seeing him again. After about a year of working with LP, I became more aware of my attraction to Mike. I wanted him. I tried to ignore it, but each time I saw him, that feeling remerged and I wasn't very good at hiding it.


One night, while touring, I was backstage after a show, simply checking how all of the camera men were and if everything went smoothly. When they had packed up their equipment and left, I grabbed my bag, and started getting ready to leave the grand stadium. This was an indoor show and I liked that because there was a lot of private space for all of the group's extra preparation needs. I was about to walk out the back door when I heard a noise from one of the nearby rooms. As I got closer to the sound, it stopped and I saw Mike walking out of the back looking a little less than sober. He smiled when he saw me and said,


"Oh! Hey! Nice show right? I just forgot a thing... I think it was my hat. I can't find it but I know it'll show up somewhere."


I smiled, somewhat humored at the fact that his words were slurred and he came all the way back here for a hat.


"Um, Mike, let me take you to the hotel, c'mon."


He staggered up next to me and smiled goofily as we walked out the exit towards my car. He got in the passenger seat, buckled his seatbelt, then smiled at me like he should get a medal for remembering safety. I rolled my eyes and got in the car, to start it. As I was driving down the highway to our destination, a thought occurred to me. This was the perfect opportunity for me to get what I had wanted for years now. He wouldn't be sober enough to want to resist me, and he definitely wouldn't remember anything the next day, it was perfect.



After a lot of fumbling over car doors and elevator buttons, I finally guided him into my hotel room. I set my bag down and started undoing the buttons on his shirt. He stopped me by placing his hands on mine, and giving me a death stare. I slowly backed away from him.


"You were drunk.....", I said in defensive shock.


He looked at me with a glint of amusement in his eyes.


"No, I wasn't I just had to find some way of knowing if you really wanted me, or if it was just my imagination. But seeing it now, I don't think we should go any farther with this. It's best if I leave, and we can pretend that this never happened. Getting involved with each other isn't a very smart move on my part or yours."


And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what got me on my knees. I knelt down on the carpeted floor with my head down, and I shamefully begged him.



"God Mike just let me touch you, let me feel you, let me please you. You won't even have to do anything, or you can do everything, whatever you want. Use me up over and over again in any way you see fit, then throw me away when you're bored with me. I'll be yours for as long as you want me, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, or years you can have me, just..... Please, I need this."


I didn't look at him, I didn't want to risk that. But I could still feel his powerful, dominant, stare pushing me even farther beneath him.


He crouched down, and taking my right hand in his, he trailed a path of aggressively smooth kisses down my arm. He followed my arm with his his mouth, continuing on my shoulder, and up my neck. His lips brushed against my ear and he said,


"No"


I turned my head to face him and responded. "You know I'll do anything, right?"


He backed away to make eye contact with me. "How long?"


I stared at him in confused silence waiting for him to continue.


"How long will you secretly meet me in rooms like this to please me with no reward other than my occasional moan? How many times will you choke in discomfort on my length and ignore your need for oxygen while I spill my seed down your throat in selfish bliss? How long will it take for you to realize that you hate doing this, and muster up the courage to stop coming to me? How long will you let me use you for my own pleasure knowing that one day I will leave and never come back because I will have used up everything you could possibly have to offer me? How long will you wonder if when I moan your name, if I'm actually thinking of you, or my wife? How long will you be able to battle your conscience and paranoia? How much will it take for you to remember, that you are a pathetic, desperate, lust driven, slave, that deserves nothing more than the back of my hand and the depressing silence, loneliness will bring you for the rest of your life?"


I returned my eyes to their view of the ground and fought back a tear.


"If at any time you change your mind, you know where to find me."


He stood up, and looked at me, knowing how much power he had over me, staring down at me like I was nothing. Then, without another word, he turned around and walked out the door.


Mike closed the door behind him as he stepped into the hall. He almost couldn't believe he turned that down, but he was reminded by the faithful husband in him, that his life was too good for him to risk fucking anything up. Maybe one day he'd get low, and maybe one day he'd have a fight with Anna, and that sweet mouth in the room behind him would always be waiting, it would always be ready for him. Maybe then he would give in, but not today.

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