A/N: Yay! I finally had enough time to write again. I’ve been so friggin’ busy with school, and guidance counselors breathing down my back. Ok…I still don’t own them. To the best of my knowledge, I think Ivy owns brad, mike and Chester. I’ve given up on “rescuing” them…for now. ;p

Chester sat at the table mindlessly eating Cheetos. He was broken from his trance when he heard screams coming from the back of the bus.

“Die, vampire bitch…DIE!” Joe screamed, it was soon followed by an agonizing wail, it was Dave.

“NOOOO!”

“Ha…I beat you…I BEAT YOU! The Almighty Hahn has defeated The Phoenix! WHOOO HOO!” Chester could picture Joe doing some deranged victory dance. The thought made him laugh slightly. He heard footsteps through the bunk area. Mike walked into the front of the bus and sat opposite Chester. He was laughing and shaking his head in mock disbelief.

“What the hell happened back there?!” Chester popped another Cheeto in his mouth.

“Joe beat Dave at Mortal Kombat…’nuff said.” Chester rolled his eyes.

“Is Dave gonna go into another one of his pseudo-depressed moods for like two weeks again…like he did when Rob beat him?!”

“Probably…Pff!” Mike looked around aimlessly. His gaze rested on the Playboy magazine on the table. “Chester, don’t tell me you like women now!?”

“No, that’s the issue that has the interview I did with them.”

“Oh…YIONK!” Mike grabbed the magazine and looked for the article, stopping occasionally to look at a scandal-ly clad fake-breasted-bleached-tanned model. He finally found what he was looking for. He sat back and started to read it out loud. He read the whole introduction with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. He stopped when he got to the questions. Every time he came to an interesting question (not to say that all of them weren’t) he’d read it out loud again, and give Chester a strange look. “‘6. Ever have a three- or more-some? CB: Yeah, me, my left hand and my right hand all had a party together. I'm really into masturbating.’ Ewwe, Chester…” He read silently for a moment. “‘8. How often do you masturbate? CB: Too often. I'm working on carpal tunnel right now. 9. What's your favorite sexual act? CB: All of them. Anything sexual is my favorite one. 10. What's the most number of orgasms you've ever had in a 24-hour period? CB: I think I lost count after five. I'm a sick bastard.’ Yes…yes you are a sick bastard Chaz” Mike laughed. Chester threw a Cheeto at Mike. (A/N: Holy Crap…you know what I just realized…The cat that is on the Cheetos bag is named Chester. I’m dumb sometimes.)

“It’s not my fault I can’t get any ass. I’m not allowed to get any ass ‘cuz God-forbid if the world found out that the lead singer of linkin park ‘loves the cock’ (A/N: props to Jay and Silent Bob Strikeback!)” Sarcasm was dripping from his voice.

“Who said you’re not ‘allowed’ to have sex?” Mike said making air quotes around the word allowed.

“Well, no one. But I can’t really have sex with anyone unless it’s someone in the band. But you’re all the definition of what it means to be ‘straight’!”

“Wait…whoever said we were all straight?” Mike gave him questioning look.

“Well, I guess I always assumed. Wait…someone else is gay?! Who!? Tell me!”

“Shut up Chaz.” Mike laughed and walked out of the front of the bus.

“You have to tell me sooner or later Shinoda! You can’t keep it a secret. I WILL find out!” Chester was yelling at Mike. He stood up to follow him, but he dropped his bag of Cheetos and his attention span was cut off. He looked down at the Cheetos all over the floor. “Oh…I wanted those Cheetos.” He pouted like a small child.

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Later that night they arrived at the hotel. Of course, Mike and Chester were rooming together. They sat in silence for a while. Chester was still bitter about his spilled Cheetos. Mike sat on the edge of his bed flipping through the channels on the TV.

“Ugh…I can’t believe there’s nothing on!” He shut off the TV, and threw the remote on the floor. He lay down on the bed and closed his eyes in frustration. He felt the bed shift on his sides. Mike opened his eyes to see Chester straddling his mid-section. “Ahhh!”

“We could always watch gay-porn.” Chester joked.

“Get off spaz!” Mike tried to push Chester off, but he grabbed his wrists and used all his weight to pin him to the bed.

“No, not until you tell me who ‘loves the cock’ too!” Chester shifted his hips making Mike involuntarily groan. He raised an eyebrow and was about to say something. He was cut off by Mike yelling out in pain.

“Ow, damnit Chaz! My fingers are turning purple! Let go!”

“Oh, shit…sorry!” Chester let go his wrists. They had red finger marks where Chester’s hands had been. Mike grabbed Chester’s hips, and threw him off the bed. He hit the floor with a loud thud and an “OUCH!”

“That’s what you get, biotch!” Mike stuck his tongue out at Chester.

“You’re mean!” Chester feigned pain.

“No, I’m not…I’m EVIL! HA!” He attempted to mimic Dr. Evil, but failed miserably.

“You’re such a dumbass.” Chester got up and sat on his bed.

“I resent that.” Mike retorted.

“Good, you should.” Chester stared at his hands in his lap. There was an awkward silence for a few minutes. “I…um…I’m gonna take a shower.” He went to his bag and grabbed a pair of boxers and a shirt and walked to the bathroom. Mike caught himself staring at Chester and quickly averted his gaze before Chester noticed.

Chester went into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. He glanced at himself in the mirror before removing his clothes and stepping into the shower. He closed his eyes and leaned into the water letting it run down his naked body. Chester started thinking about what Mike said…‘Wait…whoever said we were all straight?’ Chester had kind of developed a crush on Mike. It wasn’t like he was in love with him, or acted weird around him either. He was still sick, little, perverted Chester, even if he wanted to fuck one of his best friends. He didn’t want to ruin their friendship by acting like a love-struck little girl. But now that Chester knew that someone else swings “that way” too, he was hoping to God that it was Mike. Chester spent way too much of his spare time fantasing about the emcee, and he was the real reason why Chester got a hard-on while performing. Speaking of hard-on…Chester looked down to see that thinking about Mike had sent him into a state of semi-arousal. He grunted at his own incapability to think about anything but sex. Masturbating had become routine for him. He wanted something else. More specifically, he wanted Mike. Chester’s thoughts soon spiraled into his little fantasy world where Mike was always willing to please poor little sexually frustrated Chester. He trailed his hand down to grip his growing erection. He ran his hand up his length and brushed the pad of his thumb over the tip. His own actions became clouded as his thoughts became more vivid. He quickened his pace as his he envisioned Mike bent over the edge of the bed. Chester, behind him, gripping his hips as he thrust repeatedly into Mike’s ass. His pace became even quicker as he could feel himself coming close. He placed a hand on the shower wall for balance. His breath was coming in short gasps. His thoughts were hazy as the coming of his orgasm clouded his mind. He bit his lip to fight back scream as he came onto his hand, and the shower wall. He stood panting for a few minutes before he finished cleaning himself. Chester got out of the shower and dried himself. He put on clean boxers and his t-shirt. He walked out of the bathroom to find Mike lying down. He turned his head to look at the singer.

“Jeez Chaz, what the fuck were you doing in there?” Mike sat up on his bed.

“Thinking of you.” Chester said with a smirk.

“You’re sick.” Mike laughed.

“Yes, Mike…I know. We’ve already established this.” He crawled onto his own bed and grabbed a pillow. He faced Mike who was still grinning like a moron.

“I know, but I feel I have to keep telling you…you know…to keep you humble.”

“Humble this…” Chester gave Mike the finger and laughed.

“Thanks Chaz…I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome.” Chester stared at mike for a sec before speaking again. “You know Mike…you’re far too uptight. You should be more like me.” Mike nearly howled with laughter.

“More like you, ay. I should be a compulsive masturbating, sexually frustrated, perverted homosexual…?!”

“Yes. C’mon Mikey…ya never know until you try.” Chester rolled onto his back and pulled the covers over him. “Why don’t you sleep on it, and let me know in the morning.” Chester chuckled before turning out the light.

“Perv.” Mike mumbled from his bed.

“Shut up and go to sleep Mike.”

A/N: Okie…this wasn’t gonna be a multi-chapter deal…but I think I’m gonna make it one. Sorry, wasn’t really any slashy-smut in this chapter. But the next one will. Review and hopefully the next chappie will be up by Sunday…but I’m not promising anything. \m/