Linkin Park One Shots

The Troll

[Warning: This story contains graphic nature and may trigger... certain emotions... You'll see]

Mike and Chester were cuddling on the couch, watching some show neither were interested in. They were simply enjoying their time spent together before they had to part ways. Chester was acting as the little spoon on the outskirts of the couch, while Mike's arms held him securely in place. Mike's eyes flickered away from Chester and to the screen, realizing what they were watching.

"Oh, we're watching Harry Potter?" Mike chuckled lightly and Chester nodded, pretending he knew all along what was playing. He slid his phone in between his hands and checked the time. He cursed, rising off the couch - though it was made difficult, due to Mike's desperate attempts to pull him back down, but was too tired to succeed. 

"I gotta go, Mikey, I'm sorry. Joe wanted me to help him record a bit more for the soundtrack," Chester sighed, running a hand through his hair. Joe and Mike had been prime members in helping Joe create his movie, Mall, but it was now Chester's turn to pitch in his handful.

"Okay," Mike caved, standing up. He loosely wrapped his arms around Chester's waist and kissed him gently. Pulling back, he smiled and Chester fell into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"I wish I didn't have to leave," He complained, but eventually pulled away from Mike.

"I wish you didn't have to either. I'll see you tomorrow considering I'll probably fall asleep," Mike thought aloud, but left out the part about his hot date later in the evening. Chester smiled and kissed his cheek before turning and grabbing his coat. He left Mike alone, who was becoming overwhelmed with his perverted thoughts. 

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"Fuck, yes," Chester heard Mike grunt as he came home an hour earlier than expected. Vocals had gone by much faster, considering Chester was determined to get back home before Mike fell asleep. Chester's eyes narrowed at the suspicious moaning, already assuming the worst. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Chester slowly made his way to the kitchen, bracing himself for what he was about to see. But what he wasn't expecting, was to walk in on Mike thrusting his throbbing erection into a pancake that had been wrapped around it. Chester gasped and covered his mouth with his hand, tears pricking his eyes. Mike heard and quickly let the pancake fall to the floor, his eyes shifting between Chester and a hot stack of fresh ones on a plate nearby. He picked up his boxers and shifted uncomfortably.

"Michael, how could you?! You're cheating on me? With pancakes?!" Chester cried and couldn't stop the sobs rising in his throat. Mike quickly stepped towards him, but Chester jumped back. "Stay away from me, you pancake-fucker!"

"Chester, it's not like that! I swear, it's not what you think," Mike objected, grasping Chester's arm gently and pulling him into his body. He ran a hand up and down his back, attempting to soothe him. 

"You were fucking a pancake, Mike," Chester reminded him, trying to push away. He was at Mike's arm length, Mike's hands gripping his shoulders. Tears were still running down his cheeks.

"I can make it up to you, Chester," Mike promised before an idea popped in his head. "How about we both... you know... with the pancakes...?"

"Well... I do like pancakes..." Chester smirked, wiping the tears away. The two embraced as Mike and Chester each took a pancake in hand. 

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Fin.

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A/N:

So, as you can tell, this was a troll story. I was giggling the entire time. Don't be angry hehe. XD