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This is just another one of my slash fics that somone asked me to write for them.

This is for you Sarah. Hope it's to ur liking.

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It’s fairly early in the morning when I pull up outside of the recording studio that we have been working in. mike’s car is outside, so I’m assuming that he’s already here.

“So, what do we have scheduled for today?” I ask Mike as I walk into the recording room and sit my bag down by the door.

We’ve been working on the final stages of the Reanimation album for the past few months now, and basically all we have left to do is the vocals.

Yesterday we had Aaron Lewis here at the studio, recording some vocals for the remix of ‘Crawling’. Words can’t describe how amazing that song sounds now. Not that it didn’t sound awesome before, but I think you get my point.

“We’re working on ‘Pushing me Away’. Stephen should be here any minute. He called and said he was running a few minutes late.”

Ah yes, Stephen Richards. Lead singer of the band ‘Taproot’, and the center of every person’s thoughts and desires. Of course you may not agree with that, but I’d do him in a heartbeat if he would allow me to.

It’s pretty well known that Stephen likes to experiment every once in a while.

One night while we were on tour together, I accidentally walked in on him and rob having sex. They don’t know that I know about it though. They were so caught up in each other, they didn’t even see me standing there watching them.

You wouldn’t believe how incredibly turned on I was, just from watching them. Seeing Stephen covered in sweat, slamming into one of my best friends is something that can cause me to have an orgasm just by watching it.

I look down at my pants, and see that I’ve gotten a little too excited by my thoughts. Stephen is going to be here soon, and this is not something I want to be walking around with while he’s here.

“Hey Mike, I’m going to go use the restroom. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” I tell Mike as I walk out of the small recording room, and down the hall to the restroom.

When I get into the restroom, I made sure that the door was locked, so no one would walk in on me. As soon as the door was locked, I unbuttoned my pants and unzipped my zipper. As I let my pants and boxers fall to my ankles, I grab the edge of the counter with one hand, as I begin to slowly stroke my hard penis with the other hand.

I imagine that Stephen is standing behind me with his hand reached around my waste, jacking me off. I close my eyes as I let my imagination take over, and I imagine looking at Stephen’s face in the mirror, watching him place small kisses all over my back and neck as I approach my orgasm.

I clinch my teeth together so as not to make any loud noises, as I cum all over my hand and on the floor. After a few seconds of just standing there tying to catch my breath, I open my eyes back to reality. I look in the mirror, and see the emptiness behind me.

I cleaned up the mess I made and washed my hands as I looked in the mirror at my reflection. I wasn’t wearing my glasses today, because Joe accidentally broke them when he was on a sugar high a few days ago. I could see the small bags forming under my eyes from the lack of sleep I had been getting lately.

I jumped about a foot in the air when I heard someone banging their fists on the other side of the small wooden door. I swear if they banged any harder, they would have broken the door down.

“Get your ass out here Bennington. We have some vocals to record you dirty bitch!”

I slightly laughed as I heard the man of my desires yelling at me from the other side of the door.

As soon as I opened the door, a very hyper and obnoxious Stephen Richards tackled me. It seems that he has either drunken too much alcohol, or he’s just in a very good mood today. Since he smells so good, and I don’t smell and liquor on him, I’m going to go with the latter.

He wrestles me to the ground, and starts hitting me with light, playful punches. I struggle under his weight but it’s no use. He’s much stronger than me, and I used up most of what energy I had jacking off while thinking of him.

“Will you get off of me? Your elbow is digging into my ribs.” I say to him as I continue to squirm around on the floor.

“Pansy.” is all he said to me as he put one hand on the floor beside me, and pushed himself off of me.

When I finally got up, I put both hands on his back and pushed him into the wall, causing him to moan in pain.

“Who’s the pansy now?” I ask him playfully.

“Would you two stop playing around and lets get this over with?”

Both of us turned to see mike standing at the end of the hallway with his hands on his hips. He looks so much like my mother right now it isn’t even funny.

Stephen and I glance at each other and burst into laughter, causing Mike to roll his eyes and walk back into the room. When Stephen and I finally decide to grow up and act our age, which is pretty boring, we walk back into the small room and into the sound booth so we can record the vocals.

It was night time by the time we finished with the vocals for ‘Pushing me Away’, and by the time we were finally done, all three of us were exhausted.

“What do you say we all go back to my place and order some pizza.” I offered the other two men.

Stephen was lying on the floor in the middle of the studio, and Mike was slouched down in his chair behind the soundboard. If I had the choice, I would jump on Stephen right now and do unimaginable things to him. But I’m going to have to just ignore that urge.

“I think I’m going to go home to Anna. We haven’t been able to spend much time together lately.” mike said as he stood up and grabbed his bag.

“Well, if you’re going to pay, then how could I turn that down? As long as you’ve got beer as well.” Stephen said as he tried to get up off the ground.

I walked over to him and helped him up, and we both got our bags and headed for the parking lot. When we got outside into the parking lot, we said goodbye to Mike as he got into his car and drove away.

“So, you got beer right?” Stephen asked me as we walked to our cars.

“Yeah, I’ve got plenty of beer. That’s basically all I have.” I said, laughing slightly.