Mike snorted, almost spilling his soda all over his lap, as Chester strode through the short walkway into the bus's lounge with a shoe held by the tips of his fingers -- slathered completely in jelly.

Oh, God, he'd forgotten he'd done that.

"Mike...what the fuck is this?"

He carefully set his can on the table next to him and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. "My guess would be a shoe."

Chester narrowed his eyes. "No shit. Why is there jelly on it?"

Careful, Shinoda, he thought. You're three seconds away from a foot to the face. "What? You mean you don't like jelly on your shoes? That's just un-American, Chester."

Chester raised an eyebrow and shot a quick glance at his shoe, looked back up at Mike, and took a threatening step forward.

Chester was definately a scrawny man, there was no denying that fact. Anyone with eyes could see that, and even a blind person could tell just by putting a hand on his shoulder. But there was corded muscle winding around that wiry frame that belied the weak, almost vulnerable, look on the outside.

And he was fast. Like a fucking cheetah.

So Mike did the most sensible thing a man in his position could do when faced with such a predator. He bolted.

Of course he didn't make it very far, Chester was on him in seconds after dropping the soiled footwear. In one fluid movement he had his bony little hands grasping at Mike's shoulders and shoving while one of his legs hooked around Mike's and knocked him right back down onto the couch.

Mike made a breathy, "Huh!" as the air blasted from his lungs, a wide grin already splitting his face. He laughed, "Why do you automatically think I did it? Joe was hanging out in here before I was!"

"Because Joe hasn't touched my shoes since I threatened to stick chewed gum all over his turn tables," Chester said, moving so he was literally sitting on Mike's stomach like he was just another part of the couch and crossing his arms over his chest. Mike half expected him to reach for the controller and start playing a game.

He pouted and wriggled around a bit, stopping when Chester shot him a warning look. "Brad? Pheonix? Rob? Even the driver could have done it."

Chester shifted again, this time moving so his legs were on either side of Mike's ribs. Mike stiffened, the grin slowly fading from his lips to a smirk that brimmed with dark intentions.

"Nobody but you would have touched my shoes. Know why?"

His voice was tight and strained when he asked, "Why?"

"Because you love the attention," he chuckled, arching over him and curling his hands loosely into the hoodie that Mike wore. His eyes flashed brightly with secrets and Mike wasn't aware he was even moving until his mouth was already on Chester's and the man was kissing him back just as eagerly, just as desperately, as he was.

"Can't pretend you don't like giving the attentention, Chaz," he mumbled against his lips, resting his hands on the singer's hips. "I know you do."

Chester hummed in agreement, rocking down against Mike's hips slowly, forcefully pushing his tongue past responsive lips and snatching control in his possessive claws. Mike sucked in a sharp breath and clamped his hands down on his hips, bucking up and grinding; forcing a back-of-the-throat noise from Chester's lips.

"I knew you fucking did it, you - "

"Hey, yo! Chester, Mike, you guys in here?"

Mike's eyes widened in disbelief and frustration. "....Fuck!"

Chester outright laughed as he rolled off of Mike to his feet, fixing his clothes and running a hand over his short hair on reflex. Mike growled darkly and sat up, adjusting his jeans as he did so, and tried to will away the rush that was pulsing through his veins just as Joe ambled through the door, oblivious to what he had just interrupted.

Mike entertained the thought of strangling him on the spot.

"Ah, found you. We're supposed to go to that signing thing, remember? You guys are late." He grinned, giving them a once over. "And clearly not ready - Mike, is that what you were wearing yesterday? And....what the hell is that?" He pointed down at the jelly-shoe.

"That," Chester said, leaning over and punching Mike in the shoulder. "Is the latest Shinoda scandal. Feel free to poke it with a stick."

He brushed past Joe, who was still giving the shoe a disgusted (slightly intrigued, but that was Joe for you) look, and Mike watched Chester's every move like a hawk. At the door he turned and brought a fist up to his face, pushing it as his cheek while he tongued the other from the inside, making a suggestive and very lewd gesture.

Mike choked, stuck between laughing and crying as he felt his cock twitch in response. Chester only gave a smug grin and walked away.

"Mike, was that the last of the jelly?"

He sighed and dropped his head against the back of the couch. "Maybe. If you want it bad enough you can lick it off though, I doubt Chester would care."

"....I think I'll pass."