Linkin Park One$hots

Chester's New Song

((Hi guys, Jeff here. I share the account with EvanescenceDerp and I help her write Everything in Between. I write some of the main story but I do all the slashy stuff <3. So I decided to make a one shot on here. Tell me if y'all enjoy!))

Rob and Dave sat laughing in the wreck room. Mike and Joe were playing pool, and Joe was cursing at Mike. Brad sat with his guitar, strumming a few chords, trying to come up with something. The door bashed open and Chester stumbled in.

"Guys, I have a new song idea!" Chester slurred, taking out a crumpled paper from his pocket. The blonde walked over to Dave and shoved the paper into his friend's hands. "Read it," Chester said giggling.

"Uh, okay," Dave hesitated and then read it out loud. "I love my band mates, yes I do. I love them all how about you? But I love Mike the most. I love when he hugs me. I love when he-" Dave stopped abruptly and snorted. "WOW. This got explicit fast!"

"Lemme see!" Joe said excitedly and ran over to Dave. His eyes scrolled down the paper and then he burst out laughing. "Dude! Chester, your drunk as fuck!" He managed to say. By this time Rob and Brad got up to read what the blonde had wrote.

"Woah. Didn't know he thought of Mike that way," Rob said snickering. Mike was standing dumbly next to the pool table, his face a light shade of red. Chester walked up next to him and hugged him. "I wrote about you Mikey."

"Ches! They can't find out!" Mike whispered through clenched teeth. Chester giggled and put his hand on Mike's belly. "We can act that paper out baby," Chester giggled. Mike turned to the others. They were still reading and laughing at the paper.

They think it's a joke, Mike thought wearily, Hopefully they don't actually thunk something's up.

"Miiiiiike, I wanna fuck right now," Chester whined against his shoulder. He took Mike hand and dragged him out of the room. "Wait Ches, we can't! Not right now!"

"But Miiiikeeyyy, I can't wait any longer," Chester whined, opening the studio room. "We'll just say we're recording and then we can get busy."

He pulled Mike into the room and then locked the door behind them. Chester's arms automatically went around Mike as he pressed their lips together.Mike moaned, feeling the cold metal of the other man's lip ring against his lips.

Mike couldn't say no. He just couldn't. Chester looked a little too happy and he didn't have the heart. "What was that paper you wrote about?" Mike asked in between kisses. "About how good you fuck me." Mike chuckled and held Chester's waist, pressing his hips against his. He could already feel the hard on Chester was sporting against his own growing member. "Guess you don't like keeping it a secret huh?"

"Nope. I want the whole world to know that I have the best boyfriend in the whole world," Chester slurred. "I know you do," Mike chuckled, his hands grabbing Chsters bottom. "Hmmm, Mikey, please don't keep me waiting." Chester sat on the piano bench behind him, his face level with Mike's crotch. His hands dove right to Mike's belt.

His finger fumbled and slipped against the cold metal as he tried to undo Mike's belt. Mike removed his hands and helped him take off the annoying strap. Chester wasted no time in unbuttoning Mike's jeans and pulling them down low enough to reveal Mike's boxers. His breath fanned against Mike's clothed erection, making shivers flow down the other man's spine. Chester's skinny fingers snaked under the hem of Mike's boxers. He grasped it and pulled them down slowly, revealing Mike's rock hard member. Chester took him into his parted lips, emitting a small moan.

"Oh god...don't stop baby," Mike growled, tangling his fingers in the blonde's hair. Chester continued, swirling his tongue around Mike's length. Mike could see Chester rubbing a palm against the obvious bulge in his jeans. His hand snaked into his pants and worked his hand. "Mmm, please fuck me Mikey," Chester moaned, looking up at Mike with dark eyes.  "Turn around," he commanded. Chester obeyed and automatically turned, belly resting on the bench. Mike leaned down and helped the blonde out of his pants. Chester moaned, propping himself up with his elbows, as Mike planted small kisses on lower back. "Mikey, now," Chester whined. Boy he was impatient. Mike grabbed a hold of his member and rubbed against Chester's entrance.

Not holding back, Mike rammed into his lover, making the other man shriek with pleasure. "OH FUCK," Chester moaned, biting his lip and pushing himself back towards Mike. "Yesyesyesyesyes..." Mike chuckled. He forgot how vocal the singer got while he was drunk. "Oh fuck me harder please Mikey." Mike's hips slammed against Chester's bottom, filling the room with dirty sounds. Chester's hand was in between his legs, pumping himself hard and fast.

"Mmm yesss, don't stop, I'm getting close," Chester whimpered. Mike positioned him self so he can hit Chester's spot. "OH FUCK YES, DON'T STOP DOING THAT!" Chester was writhing underneath Mike. Mike felt his climax begin to build up. "I'm so close to baby," Mike grunted. "Hnnn, cum inside me Mikey."

A few more thrusts and Mike was spilling into Chester. Chester moaned and released onto the floor moaning. "Mmmm, fuck yes..." Mike pulled out and pulled his pants back on. He helped Chester back into his clothes and cleaned up the mess Chester had made on the floor. Chester giggled and leaned against Mike's shoulder. "I'm sooooo happy right now Mikey."

"I know baby," Mike chuckled, sitting Chester down on the bench. "I'll be back okay?" Mike assured the blonde. Chester nodded and turn his attention to the piano. He tried playing a Depeche Mode song, but failed miserably. Mike walked out of the recording room and towards the wreck room. Everyone was still doing what they had been doing. Joe was still cussing everyone out because they had beat him at pool. Brad had somehow progressed with the chords. "Hey Mike! I came up with a great chord progression!" Mike nodded and sat next to Brad. He listened and help Brad make it better and added. "Hey Joe and I are headed home," Dave called, putting his sweater on. Mike nodded and waved. "I think I'm going too," Rob mumbled.

"Me too," Brad said, taking his guitar to the guitar rack. "See you guys, I'm gonna drive Chester home in a bit. He's still pretty drunk," Mike grumbled, getting up from the couch. Rob left, leaving Mike and Brad alone. Mike headed towards the door, "Hey Mike, wait up for a bit," Brad called as he hung up his guitar strap . "So did you Chester record some of those vocals?" Brad asked, putting his hoodie and beanie on. Shit, Mike thought. "Um, yeah, we got some done." Brad nodded and glanced down at Mike's hand. "Okay. Hey, think about Anna," Brad said, opening the door.

Mike gulped and went to the recording room to get Chester. He hesitated and opened the door. "Hey, let's take you home."

(( Oooh, drunk Chester sex cx Leave a comment and tell me if you want more oneshots))