Lost in the echo

Part 11

A/N: Ugh, it was really hard to start writing again after the memorial concert.  But then again I have already my mind on the next story o.O This is kinda filler chapter and longer too, but hope you guys like it anyway. Thank you all readers, commenters and voters. Without you I wouldn't have continued this <3

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Mike woke up again to the familiar sight. This fragile man beside him. Chester had stirred in his sleep now facing away from Mike and back against his chest. The towels were long gone and Mike couldn't but to blush. "Well this is awkward", he thought snorting. And then he remembered the conversation. Well, it went more like in a way that Chester told the familiar words that were not familiar from his mouth and then they went silent again. And then they had fallen asleep.

"So that was what he had been hiding. Was this also what the therapist found out or is there still more?", he stared at the back of the neck of the singer and sighed. "Where would this lead to now?"

"Go ahead", the other voice said in his head. The neck looked so soft and kissable...

"Please don't hate me", Chester suddenly said. "Oh, he had been awake!", Mike thought and tensed up.

"I could never hate you...", he murmured and placed his forehead against the singer's neck.

"I know... this could be hard.. well our relationship can be hard now that I blurted it out, but... I promise I won't let it mess things up. I know you don't feel the same", Chester gulped staring still at the wall.

"Mess things up? How could.. Well I'm not gay... But... he isn't either? Or is he?", Mike's thoughts were overflowing.

"But... I'll keep my distance. Please just don't hate me. That I couldn't take", the singer sighed.

"No. I won't. I never would. But... Umm... how about the others?", Mike stared still at the curve in Chester's neck.

"Tell them? Please don't! I promise to behave!", he suddenly turned to face Mike.

"Whoa! What is this sudden submitting?", Mike wondered.

"I asked more like do you want to tell.. If you feel like it I am fine with it. Omg, I don't know, this is...", he stared at the other.

"I know... Awkward, stupid, humiliating... But I can't help it. And I'm sorry", the singer sat up shaking his head.

"Don't worry about it. I'm...", Mike touched his shoulder.

"No Mike, don't. I need to keep some distance before I do something I regret later", the singer shook his hand off of him jumping up of the bed. The towel was a bundle at his feet under the bedcovers which he grabbed and wrapped around himself.

"Chester you don't need to...", Mike started trying to get up but he was tangled in the sheets and the other towel.

"No, stop it", he stopped Mike's movement with hand gesture and walked out of the room.

"Well now this is weird. What a change from yesterday", Mike thought staring after the singer. He didn't even know what to think about all this. He rubbed his temples feeling overwhelmed.

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"Guys! Coffee!", Mike yelled. No need to change the morning routine. It would hopefully make them all feel comfortable and take their minds of the earlier.

Rob came yawning in the kitchen. "So yesterday... Did you get to sort it out?"

"Or not...", Mike thought.

"Yup", he just answered when the doorbell rang. They both looked at the door wondering what the hell. Mike lowered the coffee pot and went to get the door. Joe was standing there. Obviously baffled but also angry.