[Author’s Note] This is yet another product of writer’s block. I actually got the idea at like, 4:15 this morning when I woke up for no apparent reason *shrugs*. I don’t know. It’s kind of weird. Again, I say it didn’t come out AT ALL like I had intended, but let’s just see where this goes, eh?

Disclaimer: I do not own all of Linkin Park. Blah blah blah…Oh, but I do own Brad. He is in this chapter, but he serves like, no purpose.

Chapter 1

I think I made it a game to play your game.

Mike Shinoda walked down the narrow hallway of the tour bus. It was after the show, he was hot, sweaty and all he really wanted to do was get to the hotel and take a shower. The next hotel was easily four hours away. He stopped at his bunk, pulled out his bag and found himself a fresh set of clothes.

Mike heard yelling and running behind him, but figured it was just Joe and Chester fighting with each other again. He started walking to the bathroom to change out of his smelly, sweaty clothes.

The running and yelling became louder and faster, but he couldn’t make out what they were saying. Mike closed his eyes and turned to face the noise. He opened his mouth to tell them to shut up, but was cut off when a body wrapped around his own.

“Chester?…What…?” Mike managed.

Chester jumped up and wrapped his legs around Mike’s waist and his arms around Mike’s neck. Mike felt Chester’s post show erection press into his stomach.

Mike willed the blood to return from where it was headed and go back to his brain.

“Chester…can you…please?”

“Can I what, Mikey?” He whispered sensuously in Mike’s ear.

“Can you get off?” Mike asked quietly.

“If we can take this to the back room, we can both get off. How ‘bout that?” Chester said before he slowly licked the exposed skin of Mike’s neck.

Chester released Mike from his four-limb clutch and walked away from him. Mike was left in the aisle between the bunks, incredibly turned on by Chester’s antics. He took in a shaky breath to try to regain his composure and entered the bathroom to change.

Score: 1 – 0, Chester.

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“Mike! Hey Mike!”

Mike rolled out of his bunk to see what Brad needed him for. He walked into the back lounge. Brad laughed at the sight before him: Mike in a white T-shirt, red plaid boxers, and white socks with a little hole in the toe. His hair was disheveled, with spikes sticking out every which way. His eyes were glassy and when he yawned and rubbed his eyes with his fist, he looked remarkably like a child.

“Hmmm? What is it?”

Brad just smiled at his best friend.

“What?” Mike asked, a little more awake now as he flashed Brad his trademark grin.

“You look funny when you get up.”

Mike glanced in the mirror.

“Oh yeah because you look so great when you get up.” Mike sat down on the couch while Brad sat on the floor and continued to look through the cabinets.

“I always look this good. Have you seen my black nail polish? I know I brought it from home, I had it when I left the house this morning but…” He trailed off.

“You called me out of bed for that?” Mike asked, lying down, stretching out then curling up a little.

“I didn’t think you were still asleep. Sorry.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. But no, I haven’t seen it.”

Chester walked into the room dressed much like Mike, only his boxers were blue, his sock didn’t have a hole, and his hair was - as usual - immaculate.

“Hey Chaz, have you seen my black nail polish?”

“No, I haven’t,” Chester said, sitting in a chair opposite the couch Mike was lying on.

Mike thought this a great opportunity to get back at Chester for earlier. He licked his lips seductively and closed his eyes. Chester stared as he did this. Mike mouthed the words "I want you in me,” and rubbed a hand along his own inner thigh. Chester’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. Mike winked at Chester.

Chester looked down at his tented boxers.

“I – uh – I – Excuse me.” Chester stuttered and made a beeline for the bathroom.

Brad continued rummaging through the cabinets and drawers completely oblivious to the game going on between his two band mates. Mike laughed to himself. He figured he would give Chester a few minutes to collect himself. He waited…and waited…and smiled…and waited some more. Four minutes should be sufficient, right?

“Time’s up, Chazzy Boy.” Mike whispered to himself.

“What’s that?” Brad asked, uninterested, but looking up briefly.

“Oh, nothing, man.”

Mike got up and moved to the bathroom door. He knocked lightly.

“Ju…just a…minute,” Came the voice on the other side of the door. Mike could hear panting and ragged breathing. He heard the water run, then shut off.

Chester opened the door to a grinning Mike Shinoda. Chester knew what the smile meant: Score: tied, 1 – 1.

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Mike crawled into his bunk. He hated having to sleep on the bus. He hated that he never knew what day of the week it was, where he was going, or where he was coming from. He never slept properly; he never ate properly and couldn’t ever shower enough. But he loved touring because it meant he got to play the game with Chester. The game was simple yet complicated. The concept was the simple part: the goal was to arouse the other player. The points and how they were awarded was what was a little complicated. You get one point if you succeed in your “goal” and a bonus point if you can elicit a moan, groan or plea from the other player and two bonus points if you can get all three done in a public place. The other player gets a bonus point if he can get you to finish the job you started.

The rules, limits, points and boundaries were often times left unspoken.

Chester and Mike had played this game since their very first tour. Never anywhere other than on tour. You couldn’t very well have people talking about “Linkin Park’s Gay Lovers,” now could you? No. Anything caught being done in public was passed off as a joke. Little did the public know –

Mike heard Chester crawl into the bunk below his own. He had a sudden thought: Was there ever a winner to the game? He supposed not. There were points in their previous tours when they stopped keeping track of the score. They played for fun and oh was it ever fun.

A soft voice brought him out of his reverie.

“Hey Mike?” He felt warm breath on the back of his neck and turn to face the person it belonged to.

“Yes?” Mike asked sweetly.

Chester leaned into Mike’s bunked and pulled him into a tight, warm hug.

“Nothing. I’m just really glad to be on tour again.” Chester said in that childish way of his. He smiled.

Mike smiled his agreement and Chester returned to his bunk.

Mike laughed at the naughty little pun that came to mind: This was going to be a long, hard tour. Oh they had no idea.

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"The words we say never seem to live up to the ones inside our head."*Agrees completely*

What was that? “Crap!” you say? Well why don’t you review and tell me. I like the idea for some reason, don’t know why. Maybe it’ll get better if I write more.

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