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Title: I Touch Myself
Author: Me, Asley!
Summary: Basically what it sounds like. Chester happens to view Mike touchin' himself. Then gets in on the action. It's mindless smut, a new one from me.
Rating: NC-17
Dedication: To mah beautiful soulmate, who probably inspired this fic without even knowing it. <333333333333333333
~*~
You're the one who makes me grow money
You're the sun who makes me shine
When you're around I'm always laughing
I wanna make you mine.
~Belinda Carlisle, "I Touch Myself"
~~
"Man, I am so hungry," Brad whined, stretching out on his hotel bed. A few muttered "Me too"'s were heard, and Rob looked up from the book he was reading. "Well... Why don't you order us up a pizza or something?"
"Pizza!" Joe exclaimed, bouncing over to the hotel phone. The others all shook their heads and laughed. Joe looked around at each band member, guessing at what pizza they'd want. "Hmm.... pepperoni, pepperoni, pepperoni and sausage... ew, Chester, you like mushrooms."
The rest of the band laughed while Chester grinned. "Love those 'shrooms."
Joe frowned. "Hey, where's Mike? He'd want a supreme, I know it."
"He's taking a shower," Chester supplied helpfully. "If you want, I can go find out for sure what he wants."
"Yeah, go do that." Joe motioned him on with his hand. "I'm getting him a supreme, anyway. With mushrooms. So you can just pick the little green peppers off."
"And the olives," Chester added with a shudder, exiting the room.
~~
Chester took out the card key that opened the door to his and Mike's hotel room, briefly wondering if he should knock first. Resolving the problem with a "fuck it," he swiped the card and heard the tell-tale click, signifying success. He grasped the handle and opened the door, stepping inside the room.
The sight he saw was not one he had expected. Mike was sprawled out on the singer's bed, his fluffy white hotel towel casually cast aside on the floor. He was completely naked and completely aroused, lazily touching himself. His eyes were closed, and as he had shown no alarm at his entrance Chester thought he may not have realized he was there, but then the darker man said, "What's up?" As if this was the most natural thing in the world, to have a conversation with him while masturbating. Chester could actually see the tip glistening with something moist. A chill went down his spine.
"Uhh..." Chester wondered if he should be averting his eyes. Was it wrong that he was enjoying this so? "The others wanted me to..."
Mike leaned up on one elbow, stopping his minstrations just long enough to ask "Would you be less awkward if I stopped?"
Chester laughed, just a touch shakily. "You obviously don't wanna stop. Go on; I 've seen the Full Mickey." Mike started back up again, looking at him suspiciously. "When?" Was that a blush on Chester's face?
"Oh, y-you know," Chester stammered. "When you're running to and from the shower."
Mike grinned and settled back down, and Chester couldn't help but marvel at the situation. The guy was insane! And wow, he was really hard...
"You, uh, you look like you could use some help with that," Chester ventured carefully. Mike's answer was a few seconds in coming. "You offering?"
Chester swallowed hard, wondering if that was a simple question or an invitation. "Well, I..."
"Do whatever, Ches. I honestly don't mind."
Chester felt frozen in place. As if to further entice him, Mike began mumbling, just loud enough so that Chester could hear him. "Oh, yeah.... right there, Ches. Damn, you feel good..."
Holy shit he's thinking about me?! That was all the blonde needed. Checking the door to make sure it was locked, he made his way over to the emcee and asked nervously, "Uh, what should I do?"
Mike opened one eye, as if to say you've gotta be kidding me, then closed it again. "Whatever you want. I'm all yours."
Chester placed a hand on Mike's, pulling it out of the way, then touched Mike's erection cautiously, almost as if it would bite him. Mike hissed at the coldness of his fingers, beginning to writhe. Chester grinned, beginning to get more into it. "Aw, is that cold, Mikey? Lemme warm it up for ya." He glanced around quickly, assuring himself that they were alone, and wrapped his left hand around Mike's shaft, beginning to pump slowly.
"Fuck, Ches," he growled, his hips starting to buck. Seeing that his actions were favorable, Chester used his other hand to hold Mike's golden hips down, restraining him. He dragged his calloused thumb over the wet tip, eliciting a gasp from the younger man. Chester had never seen Mike so... so subdued. He was always the one in charge of things, but here, right now....
Chester grew hard just thinking about it.
He licked his lips, quickly making a decision. He'll never expect this he thought, grinning to himself. Slowly he lowered his mouth down and wrapped his lips around Mike gently, looking up to see Mike's reaction. His dark eyes flew open in surprise immediately. "Chester...?"
Chester began to suck him off, slowly at first, quickly increasing his pace as Mike moved his hands to tug Chester's hair. The singer released Mike's hips, which instantly began their thrusting, going as deep as they could manage. "Shit... Chester, I'm about to..." He trailed off as he felt his orgasm building low in his stomach, seemingly traveling all over his body and to his groin last. He exploded into Chester's mouth, gripping him tightly. Much to his amazement Chester didn't let up, but swallowed every drop, never once flinching.
The blonde released him from his velvety lips, giving him a Cheshire smile. "That was fun."
Mike laughed. "It was, wasn't it?" His eyes trailed to Chester's lap, and a smirk appeared on his face. "Now it's my turn, hmm?"
~End~
Author: Me, Asley!
Summary: Basically what it sounds like. Chester happens to view Mike touchin' himself. Then gets in on the action. It's mindless smut, a new one from me.
Rating: NC-17
Dedication: To mah beautiful soulmate, who probably inspired this fic without even knowing it. <333333333333333333
~*~
You're the one who makes me grow money
You're the sun who makes me shine
When you're around I'm always laughing
I wanna make you mine.
~Belinda Carlisle, "I Touch Myself"
~~
"Man, I am so hungry," Brad whined, stretching out on his hotel bed. A few muttered "Me too"'s were heard, and Rob looked up from the book he was reading. "Well... Why don't you order us up a pizza or something?"
"Pizza!" Joe exclaimed, bouncing over to the hotel phone. The others all shook their heads and laughed. Joe looked around at each band member, guessing at what pizza they'd want. "Hmm.... pepperoni, pepperoni, pepperoni and sausage... ew, Chester, you like mushrooms."
The rest of the band laughed while Chester grinned. "Love those 'shrooms."
Joe frowned. "Hey, where's Mike? He'd want a supreme, I know it."
"He's taking a shower," Chester supplied helpfully. "If you want, I can go find out for sure what he wants."
"Yeah, go do that." Joe motioned him on with his hand. "I'm getting him a supreme, anyway. With mushrooms. So you can just pick the little green peppers off."
"And the olives," Chester added with a shudder, exiting the room.
~~
Chester took out the card key that opened the door to his and Mike's hotel room, briefly wondering if he should knock first. Resolving the problem with a "fuck it," he swiped the card and heard the tell-tale click, signifying success. He grasped the handle and opened the door, stepping inside the room.
The sight he saw was not one he had expected. Mike was sprawled out on the singer's bed, his fluffy white hotel towel casually cast aside on the floor. He was completely naked and completely aroused, lazily touching himself. His eyes were closed, and as he had shown no alarm at his entrance Chester thought he may not have realized he was there, but then the darker man said, "What's up?" As if this was the most natural thing in the world, to have a conversation with him while masturbating. Chester could actually see the tip glistening with something moist. A chill went down his spine.
"Uhh..." Chester wondered if he should be averting his eyes. Was it wrong that he was enjoying this so? "The others wanted me to..."
Mike leaned up on one elbow, stopping his minstrations just long enough to ask "Would you be less awkward if I stopped?"
Chester laughed, just a touch shakily. "You obviously don't wanna stop. Go on; I 've seen the Full Mickey." Mike started back up again, looking at him suspiciously. "When?" Was that a blush on Chester's face?
"Oh, y-you know," Chester stammered. "When you're running to and from the shower."
Mike grinned and settled back down, and Chester couldn't help but marvel at the situation. The guy was insane! And wow, he was really hard...
"You, uh, you look like you could use some help with that," Chester ventured carefully. Mike's answer was a few seconds in coming. "You offering?"
Chester swallowed hard, wondering if that was a simple question or an invitation. "Well, I..."
"Do whatever, Ches. I honestly don't mind."
Chester felt frozen in place. As if to further entice him, Mike began mumbling, just loud enough so that Chester could hear him. "Oh, yeah.... right there, Ches. Damn, you feel good..."
Holy shit he's thinking about me?! That was all the blonde needed. Checking the door to make sure it was locked, he made his way over to the emcee and asked nervously, "Uh, what should I do?"
Mike opened one eye, as if to say you've gotta be kidding me, then closed it again. "Whatever you want. I'm all yours."
Chester placed a hand on Mike's, pulling it out of the way, then touched Mike's erection cautiously, almost as if it would bite him. Mike hissed at the coldness of his fingers, beginning to writhe. Chester grinned, beginning to get more into it. "Aw, is that cold, Mikey? Lemme warm it up for ya." He glanced around quickly, assuring himself that they were alone, and wrapped his left hand around Mike's shaft, beginning to pump slowly.
"Fuck, Ches," he growled, his hips starting to buck. Seeing that his actions were favorable, Chester used his other hand to hold Mike's golden hips down, restraining him. He dragged his calloused thumb over the wet tip, eliciting a gasp from the younger man. Chester had never seen Mike so... so subdued. He was always the one in charge of things, but here, right now....
Chester grew hard just thinking about it.
He licked his lips, quickly making a decision. He'll never expect this he thought, grinning to himself. Slowly he lowered his mouth down and wrapped his lips around Mike gently, looking up to see Mike's reaction. His dark eyes flew open in surprise immediately. "Chester...?"
Chester began to suck him off, slowly at first, quickly increasing his pace as Mike moved his hands to tug Chester's hair. The singer released Mike's hips, which instantly began their thrusting, going as deep as they could manage. "Shit... Chester, I'm about to..." He trailed off as he felt his orgasm building low in his stomach, seemingly traveling all over his body and to his groin last. He exploded into Chester's mouth, gripping him tightly. Much to his amazement Chester didn't let up, but swallowed every drop, never once flinching.
The blonde released him from his velvety lips, giving him a Cheshire smile. "That was fun."
Mike laughed. "It was, wasn't it?" His eyes trailed to Chester's lap, and a smirk appeared on his face. "Now it's my turn, hmm?"
~End~