Disclaimer: I don't own Linkin Park, or any of the characters in this story. It's just fiction and did not happen.

A/N: I was bored.. so I wrote a story.. this wasn't what was intended to come out. But it was pretty good and I'm not very good at sex scenes but I think this is my best yet! Enjoy!

I look up from my bass and see him singing. He’s like a god to me. Chester Bennington. I’ve had a crush on him ever since I came back to the band after leaving to tour with those other guys… those other guys that kept me from the beauty that lies within reach. I reach out and try to grasp onto his hair and then notice Mike giving me a dirty look, huff, and return to my strings. I sigh, if only Chester wasn’t with Mike, then… then we’d be together. I scoff at myself and continue playing, staring out at the many faces of the crowd as they look on, worshipping us. I could have any one of them, but there’s only one person I want. And that’s Chester. But I can’t have him.

As soon as the set is over, I walk up to Chester and he embraces me in a sweaty hug, muttering a congratulations into my ear. I practically melt in his embrace as I hug him back, muttering a thanks before being hustled away by Mike shouting at us to leave the stage. I hesitantly let go of Chester and let him leave before me - only so I can stare at his ass as I walk offstage.

Once we’re off the stage, I feel a rough arm take me aside. “Hey, what the -- Mike?” I say quizzically.

“We need to talk Phoenix,” Mike says, giving me an angry look. “What’s going on between you and Chaz?”

“Nothing,” I say innocently, but apparently not innocent enough.

He roughly shoves me back into the stage, “Damnit Phoenix, tell me the fucking truth!” he shouts in my face.

“I am telling the truth!” I yell back, beginning to cause a scene. “What? I can’t even be FRIENDS with Chester without having to deal with your faggot ass?”

I see Mike’s face turn a dark shade of red as he brings his face up close to my ear and mutters, “You’re just as much a faggot as I am.”

My eyes grow wide and I watch as he smirks in my face, showing his white teeth. Fearful I say, “You wouldn’t --”

“I would,” he says deviously. “Stay away from Chester.”

I hang my head and lightly nod as I hear Mike walk away and instinctively I know he’s going to talk to Chester.

I can’t help it. I would if I could. I’ve always thought Chester had this aura of gay-ness to him, and somehow that is what attracted me to him. I sigh heavily and head towards the bus, greeted by Joe. I wave him away and continue my way to the bus.

I head towards my bunk and bury my face into my pillow, weeping bitterly. Presently, I hear someone else crying. I stop and listen. It’s Chester. I dry my eyes and look over into his bunk, his legs hanging off the side. I can hear his mumbles from inside the bunk and I get up and walk over to his bunk, squatting down to his level. “Ches?” I say cautiously.

I hear him sniffle and say, “Phi? Is that you?”

“Yes,” I say. “What’s wrong, buddy?”

“N-nothing, it’s just Mike, that’s all,” Chester says and I feel anger burn in my face.

“What’d he do to you, Chester? Did he hurt you?!” I say, gritting my teeth.

“No, no nothing like that. Mike would never,” Chester says, wiping his eyes and sitting up, motioning for me to take a seat next to him.

“Then what is it?” I say, hopping into the bunk next to Chester and rubbing small circles comfortingly into his back. He feels so warm and so… good.

“Nothing, just things he said. It’s no big deal,” Chester says, looking at me. I notice his puffy his eyes were and wonder how long he’s been crying.

I reach my free hand up and dab at his eyes, catching some loose tears that continue to fall from them, “Awww, man, I hate to see you cry Chaz. You can tell me.”

“No, really. It was nothing. I’ll get over it.”

“Are you sure?” I say worriedly. I jump at any invitation to help Chester if it means spend time with him.

“Yeah, I’m sure. Thanks for asking Phi.”

“No problem-o, buddy. You know I’m always here for ya!” I say, patting his back and watching as he gets up, groaning.

“I’m getting too old for this,” he says and I force a small laugh as he does the same.

“Ah, YOU’RE getting too old for this? What about me?”

“I’m older than you!” he says, chuckling.

“So?” He pushes me back down on the bunk and I land with a loud huff as the wind is knocked out of me. “Thanks Chaz, love you too.” I say, beginning to get back up as I hear him laugh and leave the bus.

I return to my bunk, thoughts swirling in my head. Maybe he likes me too… maybe that’s what Mike was so mad about… maybe that’s why he was crying… ah, who am I kidding? Chester? Like ME? When he has Mike? Impossible…

A few months later, I hear Mike and Chester bickering in their hotel room so I creep up next to the door to hear their conversation. Sounds like Mike is drunk, I think to myself, propping my ear up next to the door. I hear Mike yelling at Chester but can barely make out the conversation. Then I hear something that startles me.

“And you! You’re always gaa-gaaing over fucking Phoenix! You’re supposed to love ME!! MEE YOU FUCKING FAGGOT! YOU‘RE FUCKING NOTHING WITHOUT ME!!!” I hear Mike yell at Chester. I can barely make it out, but I hear light sniffles and it sounds like Chester is crying again. “What?! What’s wrong with you?! Can’t you take it like a man?!” I hear a loud slap and shut my eyes. Mike hit Chester.

I raise my hand and shakily ring their doorbell. I hear Mike storm over to the door and answer it. “Who is it?!” he says angrily.

“Uh, Phoenix.” I say timidly.

“Your boyfriend is here Chester!” Mike says and grabs me by the collar, dragging me into the room. I kick and lash out at him but he’s out of reach as I am helplessly dragged across the carpeted floor towards the bed where I can see Chester laying and crying. Part of me wants to punch Mike square in the face but the other part of me says he’s only drunk, he’s not really this way…

Mike throws me on the bed and begins to strip me down. I cry out as he slaps me, “Shut the fuck up Phoenix!” Mike yells, still continuing to undress me.

Soon, I’m left in my boxers, nearly fully exposed and I see Chester look me up and down, a sly grin on his face. I blush slightly as Mike removes my boxers and I feel Chester’s eyes dart straight to my crotch and fully erect dick. I flash a small smile and place a hand over myself, still embarrassed.

“Why did you do this, Mike?” I say, turning my gaze over to Mike, who still seems pissed as hell.

“For that fucking faggot right there!” Mike says, pointing to Chester who sniffs lightly at being called a faggot. “Well, what are you waiting for? You have him now… do whatever you want!” Mike says, pointing to me and waiting for Chester to make his move. Chester remains silent and still, fear creeping into his eyes as he moves his gaze from me to Mike worriedly.

“Fine! If your not gonna do anything, I fucking will!” Mike says and hurriedly undresses himself and climbs atop me. “And you’re gonna watch, fag!” Mike says, grabbing Chester by the throat and throwing him down like he was nothing more than a rag doll. Chester, frightened, stays where he is put, tears brimming in his eyes.

I try to push Mike off me, but it’s not use, I’m not strong enough and he doesn’t budge. Instead, he sits on my stomach, a smug grin placed on his face. “What’s wrong? Not strong enough?” he says deviously, and I attempt to push him off again. No luck.

Mike slowly moves himself down and spreads my legs apart. I feel my breaths quicken as fear makes it’s way into my throat, clenching it tightly. Fearful of what drunken Mike will do to me, I cry out. He quickly puts a hand over my mouth, shutting me up. “Shut the FUCK up!”

I remain quiet as Mike lubes me up, while jacking himself off. Once he is hard enough, he positions his head with my opening, slowly inching himself in. PAIN! OHMYGOD, PAIN! The further in he goes, the more it hurts. And to top things off, I hear him moaning, “Oooh, Phoenix… you feel so good, oh fuck, you’re so fucking tight man!”

I scoff in disgust and try to think about something else than the immense pain winding it’s way throughout my body. I feel Mike star to pull out and make myself believe it’s over, only to be rudely awakened by him pushing back in. He starts to build up a rhythm, sweat dripping off his forehead as he pushes in and out of my body. The pain has subsided and it feels… good. It really feels good. I imagine Mike as Chester and start to get hard. I reach a hand down to my dick and begin to slide it up and down my shaft, jerking myself off to the idea of Chester raping me. “Ooooh yeah…” I moan as I jack off. “Fuuuck, fuck Chester, you feel so good… fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

I feel Mike slap me, “How DARE you pretend I’m Chester, you fucking FAGGOT!!!”

I look up at him disdainfully, and remove my hand from my dick. I feel Mike near his climax and my eyes instinctively roll back into my head as I let a low moan escape my parted lips. “Chester…”

Mike slaps me again as he cums into my body, spilling onto the bed. He thrusts into me a few more times, before laying on my chest, complete spent.

I look over at Chester, complete lust for him in my eyes. I mouth the words, “I love you” to him, as he mouths them back at me. I feel Mike start to get up, and notice that Chester isn’t alone. He has something in his hand. He brings the object down into the middle of Mike’s back and I hear him gasp as his eyes grow wide and his mouth opens. A red substance slides out of his back and flows down his sides as Chester repeatedly stabs Mike, a burning hatred in his eyes.

Once Chester has made sure Mike is completely dead, he looks into my eyes and drops the knife, pushing Mike’s corpse off of my chest. He straddles my hips and locks his lips upon my own, sharing our first real kiss. “I love you, Phoenix,” Chester says, laying his head on my chest, as he toys with my nipples.

“I love you too, Chester,” I return, running my fingers through his hair. I feel him grind up against me, and say, “I want to feel you inside me, baby.”

He nods and begins to strip as I stare at him in awe at his wondrous beauty. “Chester, you’re so beautiful,” I say lowly as he blushes.

Once fully exposed to me, he grabs the bottle of lube that Mike used and lathers up and down his length, before fully lathering my opening again as well, “Just a pre-caution,” he says and I nod, spreading my legs for him. He slowly and carefully inches his erection into my opening and I gasp again as his quite LARGER dick enters my small opening. “Does it hurt baby?” he says, concerned. I nod and he says, “Don’t worry, it’ll feel better.”

Once he is pushed all the way in, he sits there for a second and I mutter, “You can move.” He nods and starts to pull back out slowly, slightly changing his angle and thrusting back in. I gasp, “THERE!! FUCK!!! THERE!”

“What’s wrong?!” he says worried that he’s hurt me.

“NOTHING!! There!! Just keep fucking me there!!” I scream.

He smiles and nods at the request, continuing to thrust and hitting my spot every time. “Oooh, Phoenix, god you feel so tight, it’s so good…”

I moan in response and feel him near his climax, “Phi… Phi, I’m gonna.. I’m gonna.. I’m gonna cum!” And with that he exploded into my body as I gasp and cum into my own hand from the force of his own ejaculation. He thrusts in a few more times, before sighing and letting his panting body fall on my own, still buried inside me.

“I wish we could stay like this,” I say as he nuzzles my cheek.

“Yeah, it’s just perfect,” Chester says. “Perfect.”

A/N: Well, like I'm said.. me and the whole gay sex.. it doesn't go well.. but good, no? heh. ^-^ Comments welcome!