Linkin Park, Brad/Chester, #038 Touch
Title Cut
Fandom Linkin Park, Brad/Chester
Prompt #038 Touch
Rating R
Summary Chester is numb.
Warning Self-harm.
Chester doesn’t feel anything anymore. It used to be that Brad just had to brush against him and his skin would break out in goose pimples, a shiver making the hair on the back of his neck stand up. But now Brad could have his hand down Chester’s pants, his hand fisting his rock hard dick and he won’t feel a thing. Eventually he’ll come, but that’s just his body doing its thing, his mind is who knows where.
When he was a kid this numb feeling was welcomed. Anything to dull the pain, to quash the blackness inside. But now he wants more than anything to feel Brad’s touch. So he breaks open his razor and hands the three little blades to his lover.
“What?”
“I want you to cut me.” He says, pulling off his clothes slowly. He wants this to all come across as sensual. But the very idea of bleeding his making him hot, and all he wants to do right now is bend Brad over and fuck him hard.
But Brad goes, “No way,” and puts the blades down on the bed. “No, I won’t.”
He wants to argue but decides against it. Instead he climbs on the bed and grabs one of the thin blades. Pinching it between his finger and thumb he presses it to the inside of his arm and drags it straight up. The cut is so deep it doesn’t bleed right away, and when it does he and Brad stare at it, mesmerised.
Breathlessly Chester says to his arm, “Are you going to stop me?”
And Brad says nothing. He leans in and kisses Chester roughly, grabbing the blade from him and making sure he feels every single touch.
Fandom Linkin Park, Brad/Chester
Prompt #038 Touch
Rating R
Summary Chester is numb.
Warning Self-harm.
Chester doesn’t feel anything anymore. It used to be that Brad just had to brush against him and his skin would break out in goose pimples, a shiver making the hair on the back of his neck stand up. But now Brad could have his hand down Chester’s pants, his hand fisting his rock hard dick and he won’t feel a thing. Eventually he’ll come, but that’s just his body doing its thing, his mind is who knows where.
When he was a kid this numb feeling was welcomed. Anything to dull the pain, to quash the blackness inside. But now he wants more than anything to feel Brad’s touch. So he breaks open his razor and hands the three little blades to his lover.
“What?”
“I want you to cut me.” He says, pulling off his clothes slowly. He wants this to all come across as sensual. But the very idea of bleeding his making him hot, and all he wants to do right now is bend Brad over and fuck him hard.
But Brad goes, “No way,” and puts the blades down on the bed. “No, I won’t.”
He wants to argue but decides against it. Instead he climbs on the bed and grabs one of the thin blades. Pinching it between his finger and thumb he presses it to the inside of his arm and drags it straight up. The cut is so deep it doesn’t bleed right away, and when it does he and Brad stare at it, mesmerised.
Breathlessly Chester says to his arm, “Are you going to stop me?”
And Brad says nothing. He leans in and kisses Chester roughly, grabbing the blade from him and making sure he feels every single touch.