The Sinner is You

Chapter Nine

Chester sighed as Sam bothered him for the fifth time that he should hook her up with whoever was on the phone with him before he smashed his phone. He wanted to kick her out then and there, but his heart couldn't take the thought of her living on the streets. He knew what it was like to be all alone and perhaps that was why he kept her around. She was family, whether she knew it or not, and no matter how annoying family gets, they're all you've got.

"Sam, he's gay," He reminded her, though she was already drunk for the day and would forget again in about an hour. It's been the same all day since he woke up that morning. Sam would ask where he was the night previous, he'd say he was working, she'd snap at him for spending all his time at work, he'd object by saying someone needed to pay for the bills, she'd call him a drug addict, he'd call her an alcoholic, she'd suddenly ask about Mike, he'd remind her he was gay, she'd scowl, and the cycle would repeat an hour later.

"Well, he probably just hasn't fooled around with a lady who knows what she's doing," She scowled, to which Chester rolled his eyes. Based on how he acted when they were having sex, there's no way he wasn't gay.

"Maybe," He agreed, just to get her off his back. He slipped on his jacket and headed towards the door. "I'll be back in a bit, I'm getting a new phone."

'And a few goodies...' He thought to himself with a smirk, before heading out.

~

Mike was bored at work, his mind full of lustful thoughts of Chester. He couldn't believe how arousing the performer was and mentally scolded himself for even daring to think about Chester at work. He turned back to some paperwork discussing new art coming in and began sorting through them, putting the shipment papers in their own pile, away from the other sheets. His phone suddenly rang and he decided he was about to take a break anyway and picked up.

"Hello?"

"Mikey!" Chester cheered from the other side of the line, making Mike's eyes widen. He wasn't expecting a call from Chester, knowing he had broken his phone.

"Hold on," Mike snapped and muted him, sticking the phone into his pocket and passing by his boss, telling him he was going on break. He went outside, to his car, and picked the phone back out of his pocket and un-muted Chester, bringing the phone back to his ear. "What the hell do you think you're doing, calling me while I'm at work?!"

"You call me at work all the time," He argued with a giggle, Mike's face scrunching in puzzlement, wondering why he sounded so giddy. "I feel like we could fuck a thousand times and I wouldn't break a sweat!"

"Are you okay? Are you on something?" Mike immediately asked, raising his hand to his head at the sudden stressful thought. He didn't want to worry about Chester, but he had to admit he was feeling something for him.

"You said it yourself, Mikey! What do you think I spend my money on? Oh, except this new phone! Isn't it cool? I can text and call and take pictures and stuff, so cool!" Chester cheered from the other side of the line.

"What are you on?" Mike asked firmly, heading back in the building.

"Um, coke and pot... It's not bad! Usually I do some meth, but my money's real tight ever since you took over some of my hours," Chester sighed, his chirpy voice dulling.

"Hold on a second," Mike sighed and went up to his boss' office, knocking on the door. He popped his head in. "Sir, I need to take off the rest of the day, my wife was in an accident."

"Alright, tell me how she is when you can," He replied without looking up. Mike quickly gathered his bag and went out to his car, starting it up.

"Where are you?" Mike asked, Chester feeding him an address, which must've been his own home. Mike almost sped the entire way there, wanting to make sure Chester didn't overdose. He didn't bother to knock on the door or double check to see if it was the right address, just barging in, noticing Chester pacing around the living room.

"Mikey! Hi!" Chester smiled and went up to him, kissing him gently. It took everything in Mike not to hungrily kiss back, so he settled for a soft kiss in return. He pulled away, unsure what to do or say. "Why'd you leave work for me?"

"Why'd you call?" Mike countered, Chester rolling his eyes.

"I asked you first. Were you worried about little old me?" Chester batted his eyelashes with a flirtatious smile. Mike immediately started blushing a deep crimson. "For the record, I only called to give you my new number. I didn't want you talking with my boss or the police."

"Look, I'm sorry for forcing you into this, but look at it this way. Your drugs are your escape, you're addicted to them and sometimes they make you feel like shit, but it's nothing compared to how good they can make you feel. You're like that for me."

"I'm your drug?" Chester asked with a small smile. "So cheesy. You're lucky I'm so high I probably won't remember this."

"Hmm," Mike hummed and gave Chester another kiss. He supposed he could be more affectionate, knowing Chester wouldn't remember the soft side of him. There was always a chance he would end up not forgetting, but it was a risk Mike was willing to take.

"Wanna mess around?" Chester smirked. "The coke gives me so much energy, I could really go for it right about now."

"Any other day, I probably would've taken advantage of you, Kitten, but I'm feeling a bit soft today," Mike sighed, somewhat already regretting his decision to be the better person.

"Is it just your dick that's soft? I can help," Chester offered, making Mike laugh and roll his eyes.

"I'm not going to fuck you while you're on this shit," Mike pulled him in for a hug, the scent of lavender overcoming him. He was reminded of how perfect the smell fit the smaller man. "What calms you down so you can get some sleep?"

"Just a distraction," Chester murmured, pulling away slightly, an idea popping into Mike's head. He grabbed a blanket and turned on the television, putting a movie on. He wrapped Chester and himself in the blanket and laid together on the couch.

"Will making out during a movie marathon be enough?" Mike asked between kisses, the sound of Star Wars blaring in the back.

"Mmm, maybe. Kiss me again and we'll find out," Chester grinned.