Chester Bennington - Unusual Neighbor

Happy birthday - birthday presents

"Good morning," I mumbled, rubbing my eyes. Chester was on top of me, planting several kisses along my neckline, my jaw, my face, my arms, my hands, every inch of skin he could see. His soft lips always make me moan, but that morning he was making me ticklish.

"Good morning, love. Happy birthday," he smirked before kissing me softly on my lips.

"Thank you, baby," I said against his lips.

He sat back to the mattress and I raised a brow at his unusual energy.

"So, what are we doing for your birthday?" He asked.

"Uh... is staying in my pajamas, eating pizza, Netflix, and chill an option?" Chester chuckled at my question but nodded his head, pulling me up to sit with him on the bed.

"No, we have to go out and something. It's your birthday," he insisted. "Come on."

"But... what about some birthday fun?" I asked in a suggestive tone, dragging my ass to sit on his lap. My hand rubbed his back up and down.

"We're having birthday fun, either way, baby, trust me," Chester replied, leaving me a little curious. I puffed, knowing that I wasn't going to win over this conversation. But Chester, being Chester, noticed that I really wanted to stay in and made me look at him when I was trying to get out of bed. "You really don't want to go out, do you?"

I looked at him and shrugged.

"Tonight we're having dinner with my family... I mean, I'd love to stay in with the man I love, enjoying our time together without having my mother nagging me all the time asking me when are we going to give her grandchildren."

Chester chuckled, remembering how uncomfortable usually those diners are. But that night he had something more interesting prepared for me. No way on Earth we were going to escape dinner with my parents, but at least he had the mission to make it less dull for me.

"Ok, then. I'm going to make breakfast. Pizza for lunch?"

"Sounds perfect for me. Can I help you with breakfast?" I said, grabbing one of his t-shirts and slipping it on.

Enjoying the sight, Chester pulled me back to him, falling back to the mattress with me on top. I giggled as he turned our bodies around and lay on top of me.

"Can I have you for breakfast?" He asked, reaching for my chest to squeeze my breasts. A moan escaped my mouth when I felt his teeth on my shoulder, slowly brushing his lips against my skin, going down to the v-neck of the t-shirt I stole from him.

My breathing intensified and my heart rate increased as Chester started his work all the way down to the hem of the t-shirt.

Suddenly, he stopped.

"But maybe later, now we have breakfast to do," he jumped out of the bed, holding a hand in the air to help me get up. Groaning, I accepted his help, knowing that he did it on purpose to get me frustrated. The reason, I'd found out soon.

The rest of the day was just as I expected, lazy and comfortable, laying on the couch, enjoying Netflix, playing PS and cuddling. The perfect birthday for me. The one thing that I truly didn't have the opportunity to enjoy was my boyfriend's body. For some reason, Chester avoided sex during the day, always stopping when things started getting steamy, which, I must admit, was so freaking infuriating.

Either way, eventually, we had to get ready for dinner. My family was coming to town and we were going too have a birthday dinner at a restaurant. Chester had to make some kind of excuse not to shower with me because he knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself if he saw me fully naked. Besides, he had some stuff to prepare in his apartment, so he left me to get ready.