Say It's Not Over? ((BENNODA))

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I have no idea where this going or if it's worth continuing? I will update if you think it's worthy to update.

Don't own, only my own errors and mistakes, sorry

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Mike could not depict the exact moment when his affair began with the lead singer of their band. Was it the one too many glasses of champagne they had one night that resulted in some very questionable predicaments that was left unheard of the next day, or was it, this affair that they had between them ran a lot deeper then a few words of declarations and a few bubbly refreshments they shared between them, that in fact the words that Mike had been wanting to say to his fellow bandmate since the moment he knew his feelings for the obnoxious yet endearing lead singer were a lot more then just platonic since the moment he had met him back in the dingy studio.

With a steady breath, counting backwards from the number ten, he blinked hard trying push the blurry images of his night he had spent alone with Chester from out of his mind. He knew it was easier said then done, as the Emcee thought the next best thing to do was to pull up his laptop from beside him and concentrate on his 'to do' list instead of procrastinating about a certain lead singer that would have Mike almost dropping his boxer briefs to his ankles if he could just by the look of his best friend's sly grin and those cunning 'fuck-me-hard-Shinoda' eyes.

"Hold your shit together, Shinoda," The Emcee mumbled, softly and yet assertively, almost convincing himself that he can get through this, that he can do this, what was he suppose to be doing again? Oh right. He would be writing lyrics with...

For a moment his mind had drifted off once more again as he was faced with another dilemma, that had him wiping the sweat off his forehead to realise that at any moment Chester Bennington will be knocking on his front door in precisely ten minutes, as the lead singer was very well known in the band for always being on time, as it was their task in the band to come up with lyric ideas for their next coming album. At this rate there was not going to be a next album if Mike would continue acting like some kind of love-sick puppy dog with his tail between his legs every time he would think or see more of Chester.

He slammed his laptop shut, frustrated now at his own personal demons that he can't seem hold himself together as he thought a quick shower would do him some good. He propped himself up from his lavish sofa, the very sofa that no less then 48 hours ago he found his legs spread wide, boxer briefs discarded from across the room with the lead singer right between his ankles, as all that he could remember all too well now was just how god damn wonderful Chester's silky and warm mouth felt around his throbbing dick. He cupped himself through his thick denim jeans, almost staggering himself into the wall that was behind him as he took another glance at the sofa, feeling his vision blurred to the next memory once he could now see himself standing beside the sofa at the furniture shop from where he purchased it. Arguing over patterns and fabrics with his wife; Anna, as he remembered clearly how well that day panned out for the both of them once they were both happy with the selection of the sofa they both made together in the end.

That's right, how could he be so fucking stupid, and forget that he was still married, happily married at that to his wonderful wife of 16 years. With Anna gone for several weeks on her second book tour around America. Mike had been left to his own devices for many weeks now, one of which was involved with two drunken encounters with Mr. Chester Bennington, in two very seperate occasions and locations. He knew that this was a discussion he would have to bring up with Anna once she would get back from her tour as he was dreading for the outcome of what would happen next after he would tell her.

He knew it would be over, that was for sure, as he knew Anna was not one to take cheating so lightly and she would greatly show her cheating, asshole of a husband to the front door as Mike knew she would have every reason to throw his cheating ass out onto the street, what makes matters worse for the poor woman would be embarrassed to her acknowledgment to realise that her cheating husband of 16 years, had been with another man.