Linkin Park: Brad/Chester, #086 choices
Title: He's a girl, sometimes
Fandom: Linkin Park
Characters: Chester/Brad
Prompt: #086 choices
Word Count: 322
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Life is all about the choices we make.
Chester is a girl, sometimes.
Brad wakes up one morning to Chester kissing the back of his neck and whispering in his ear “Eat me out,” he says, “I shaved down there for you,” and laps at the warm skin beneath his lips with his tongue.
By this point Brad knows enough to just go along with it, and give him a blowjob the way he’d eat pussy; fast flicks of his tongue across the head and slow licks along the shaft.
That day they shower together, and Chester feels delicate beneath Brad’s hands. Suddenly he feels too rough, like he should be gentle. He strokes his chest softly, pawing at the skin where his breasts aren’t. He calls him ‘baby’ and ‘sweetheart’ and when Mike calls asking to speak to Chester he says “She’s outside, just a second.”
The first time it happened Brad laughed, played along, and had no idea why Chester got so upset when Brad called him “dude” and “man” and fucked him hard.
After that he tries to understand. Chester tries to explain, too, but his words come out wrong and he doesn’t really make any sense. Something about his parents flipping a coin at his birth.
Tails he’s a girl.
He sighs heavily, says “They kept telling me I was a boy, but most of the time I was undressing my Action Man and putting Barbie’s clothes on him. My dad thought throwing it away and kicking me until I stopped whining would stop me wanting to see Action Man in more tasteful outfits.”
Brad shimmies closer and wraps an arm around him, kissing his cheek, “You are who you are, and I’ll love you no matter what.”
“I’m not a guy,” Chester says, “But I’m not a girl. So I guess…I’m nothing.”
“Or you could be anyone. You could be free.”
Chester shrugs, “Or I could be trapped. Trapped,” he says, “is more like it.”
Fandom: Linkin Park
Characters: Chester/Brad
Prompt: #086 choices
Word Count: 322
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Life is all about the choices we make.
Chester is a girl, sometimes.
Brad wakes up one morning to Chester kissing the back of his neck and whispering in his ear “Eat me out,” he says, “I shaved down there for you,” and laps at the warm skin beneath his lips with his tongue.
By this point Brad knows enough to just go along with it, and give him a blowjob the way he’d eat pussy; fast flicks of his tongue across the head and slow licks along the shaft.
That day they shower together, and Chester feels delicate beneath Brad’s hands. Suddenly he feels too rough, like he should be gentle. He strokes his chest softly, pawing at the skin where his breasts aren’t. He calls him ‘baby’ and ‘sweetheart’ and when Mike calls asking to speak to Chester he says “She’s outside, just a second.”
The first time it happened Brad laughed, played along, and had no idea why Chester got so upset when Brad called him “dude” and “man” and fucked him hard.
After that he tries to understand. Chester tries to explain, too, but his words come out wrong and he doesn’t really make any sense. Something about his parents flipping a coin at his birth.
Tails he’s a girl.
He sighs heavily, says “They kept telling me I was a boy, but most of the time I was undressing my Action Man and putting Barbie’s clothes on him. My dad thought throwing it away and kicking me until I stopped whining would stop me wanting to see Action Man in more tasteful outfits.”
Brad shimmies closer and wraps an arm around him, kissing his cheek, “You are who you are, and I’ll love you no matter what.”
“I’m not a guy,” Chester says, “But I’m not a girl. So I guess…I’m nothing.”
“Or you could be anyone. You could be free.”
Chester shrugs, “Or I could be trapped. Trapped,” he says, “is more like it.”