Linkin Park, Brad/Chester, #093, Thanksgiving
Title Ungrateful
Fandom LP, Brad/Chester
Rating PG
Prompt #093, Thanksgiving
Summary He doesn't have a whole lot to be thankful for anymore.
The voice down the phone wishes them a happy thanksgiving.
Nobody here is happy.
Brad, he has taken to sleeping in the guest room. Or in someone else’s bed, if he can. He thinks Chester doesn’t know - but Brad is always horny, so if he isn’t getting it from Chester is must be getting it from somebody else.
This used to sting. But now, now Chester just knows to look the other way.
And down the phone is his mom going, “Happy thanksgiving!”
“Yeah. Hey, mom.”
She invites them over for dinner. Chester thinks of better times, when Brad would eat too much and whilst he lay bloated on the couch Chester would help his mom clear up and they’d talk about maybe marriage, maybe a civil ceremony. On the beach, Chester would always say, because that’s just where it would be.
Then he and Brad would curl up on the couch and fall asleep.
But now…Chester isn’t sure he has a whole lot to be thankful. Happy for his sexless marriage and cheating husband and the fucking stress of it all.
Still on the phone to his mom he yells out of the room to Brad, “You gonna come to my mom’s for thanksgiving dinner?”
“Turkey makes me sick, Chester. You know that.”
It’s bullshit. One excuse after another.
Chester heaves a sigh and murmurs, “It’ll just be me this year, mom.” And hangs up the phone.
Fandom LP, Brad/Chester
Rating PG
Prompt #093, Thanksgiving
Summary He doesn't have a whole lot to be thankful for anymore.
The voice down the phone wishes them a happy thanksgiving.
Nobody here is happy.
Brad, he has taken to sleeping in the guest room. Or in someone else’s bed, if he can. He thinks Chester doesn’t know - but Brad is always horny, so if he isn’t getting it from Chester is must be getting it from somebody else.
This used to sting. But now, now Chester just knows to look the other way.
And down the phone is his mom going, “Happy thanksgiving!”
“Yeah. Hey, mom.”
She invites them over for dinner. Chester thinks of better times, when Brad would eat too much and whilst he lay bloated on the couch Chester would help his mom clear up and they’d talk about maybe marriage, maybe a civil ceremony. On the beach, Chester would always say, because that’s just where it would be.
Then he and Brad would curl up on the couch and fall asleep.
But now…Chester isn’t sure he has a whole lot to be thankful. Happy for his sexless marriage and cheating husband and the fucking stress of it all.
Still on the phone to his mom he yells out of the room to Brad, “You gonna come to my mom’s for thanksgiving dinner?”
“Turkey makes me sick, Chester. You know that.”
It’s bullshit. One excuse after another.
Chester heaves a sigh and murmurs, “It’ll just be me this year, mom.” And hangs up the phone.