Chester checked the time on his phone. He had thirty minutes before the party was officially supposed to start, but he was still in his closet, mostly naked. He had his jeans picked out, a dark blue pair that fit around his small ass snuggly, and now that he was walking boot free, nothing was stopping him from wearing the tightest jeans he owned. They were already off the hanger and tossed onto the bed. Now he needed a shirt to go with them. What says party? No. What says Yay! Noah and Amir are moving in together? Hmmmmm....Noah loves colorful stuff.
He picked at a yellow shirt, and then a pink one, but neither really fit his mood. He was happy for his friends. When Amir announced last week that Noah was going to officially move in, Chester was happy, and wished them both the best. But that just means I really need to move out of here. I wish me and Mike could move back in together.
It was an odd mix of jealousy and happiness, and Chester was still trying to navigate that feeling. The last few months had been hard, and it seemed the roadblocks were never going to stop. Between Mike working so hard to get into USC, and money not coming in as fast as they needed it to get their own place soon, it was a struggle.
His shoulders slumped a little until one of his favorite shirts caught his attention. It was like a dose of sunshine as he perked up and pushed his other choices out of the way. Fuck, I love this shirt. This is what I'm wearing. He admired the white, short sleeved collared shirt with the bright red breast pocket, and the blue pinstripe running along the bottom, like an outline, which would match his current choice of underwear. It was a Score leftover from a shoot he'd done awhile back, and he'd been overjoyed to bring it home and add it to his private collection.
Mike rolled from his back to his side and tried to look into the closet. "Ches? You've been in there for a while. You need some help or anything? An opinion?" He rolled his eyes at himself. Chester never asked him for fashion advice. Because I have no fashion advice. I can barely match my t-shirts to my flannels, but at least I try now. I never cared before I met him. Mike couldn't see anything from where he was laying, but he wasn't exactly inclined to move. The idea of a party in Amir's apartment was a little unsettling. There were sure to be people he didn't know, and probably some he wished he didn't. But it's for Ches. He's excited about it. And like we talked about, Noah and Amir are happy. I can make it through the party. "Ches?" he called again, raking his hand through the bangs that were falling into his eyes.
Chester had moved onto his belts. They hung in a neat bundle toward the back of the closet. His red belt from Mohawk General with the beveled stars was his top pick, and already between his fingers when he heard Mike calling him.
He glanced over his shoulder. He could see one bare foot and the leg of Mike's light blue jeans with holes in the knees. "Sexy Boy, I'm working on my outfit!" he hollered before he pulled the red belt away from the others. Despite only being in a pair of dark blue underwear, he laced the belt around his hips anyway, and buckled it, like he was saving it for later. "Now for shoes," he mumbled as he pulled his piercing in to suck on it as he thought. Shoes were always the hardest.
Mike wiggled his toes and called back, "I miss you. You've been in there forever." He smiled at the silly tone in his voice. Chester could take half a day picking out something to wear, and though he'd never understand why it was such a big deal, it was just part of the Chester Bennington package.
Mike's voice broke Chester's concentration. He turned around so he could see out into the bedroom. His boyfriend was laid out on the bed. He was shirtless, with just his jeans on, and Chester suddenly got the impulse to go jump on him.
There wasn't a lot of thought put into his attack. He zipped out of the closet, and was on the bed in a flash. He rolled Mike onto his back, and climbed right on top of him as they both laughed. "There," Chester said as he looked down into Mike's dark eyes. "I'm here." He leaned down, his hands on either side of Mike's head as he pressed a kiss to the side of his mouth, and then his warm lips.
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Devil's Effect
Fanfiction[Part Two to Devil's Drop] Finally safe from YRS, Mike and Chester hope to start creating a life both of them want. Relationships are reevaluated and rebuilt as they come to terms with their new freedom, close friendships, and what love really means...