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Frozen	By : EnchanteNoir Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Linkin Park Views: 1393 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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~Well this Fic was written for a Winter Challenge on Rockfic.com... and though on Rockfic Chester was not underage, I made him underage in this one because I wanted to damn it. Don't like it don't read it. I hope everyone enjoys reading it for those of you who continue on. I decided to make Jonathan a softy in this, since he's evil in Carousel, plus Munky is dead... don't hate me now... I did it to work the story and reasons behind Jonathan hating the winter, snow, and the fact that he’s alone. Please leave me a review if you read this story, I would love to know what everyone thinks, but it makes me feel really good. Okay? All righty then enjoy the story.~

FROZEN

Summary: Jonathan Davis is out Christmas Shopping a week before Christmas and discovers a boy down on his luck, starving, and all alone during the holidays. The boy seems frozen, emotionless, and Jonathan is about to rescue him and in the end Christmas works its magic, and Jonathan falls in love with him, all during the winter holidays.

You only see what your eyes want to see
How can life be what you want it to be?
You’re frozen when your hearts not open
You’re so consumed with how much you get.
You waste your time with hate and regret
Your broken when your heart’s not open

Mmmm… If I could melt your heart
Mmmm… We’d never be apart
Mmmm… Give yourself to me
Mmmm… You hold the key

Now there’s no point in placing the blame
And you should know I suffer the same
If I lose you my heart will be broken
Love is a bird she needs to fly
Let all the hurt inside of you die
You’re frozen when you’re heart’s not open.

Mmmm… If I could melt your heart
Mmmm… We’d never be apart
Mmmm… Give yourself to me
Mmmm… You hold the key

You only see what your eyes want to see
How can life be what you want it to be?
You’re frozen when you’re heart’s not open

Mmmm… If I could melt your heart
Mmmm… We’d never be apart
Mmmm… Give yourself to me
Mmmm… You hold the key

If I could melt your heart
Mmmm… We’d never be apart
Mmmm… Give yourself to me
Mmmm… You hold the key
If I could melt your heart

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Jonathan cursed as he paid for the cocoa at the stand outside of the store he had just finished shopping at. The wind was cutting through his clothing as if he was wearing nothing more than silk freezing his body, as he sighed looking up at the sky taking his first sip of cocoa. It had been snowing for days now, leave it to him to decide to take a trip up northern California for the holidays, to get away from his house, and the memories that haunt him. It had been years now, but the pain still cut deep, the loss of a lover, a best friend, a confidant. He could still remember the cold winter’s night when the police knocked at his door to inform him that Munky had wrecked his car trying to get home for Christmas. Ever since then he had hated the holidays, didn’t like decorating, didn’t like shopping, oh sure he did it, but not with the spunk and joy he used to. It had all changed that cold winter’s night, and ever since then the winter months had been viewed as a curse… especially the week of Christmas.

“Fucking holidays… and go figure me leaving and coming up here in hopes that I could get away from Christmas fever.” It didn’t work out as planned his get away. The guys had found out way before he was to leave for the north, and all of them had decided that they would come to visit him since he was leaving after Christmas. Last he heard they would arrive on the 30th and stay through New Years. Like he felt like celebrating another fucking year without Munky, but he didn’t have the heart to tell them to fuck off like he wanted to, he loved those guys, they had been with him through the worse, and he just couldn’t hurt their feelings.

Jonathan paused in his sipping of his drink when he noticed dark chocolate orbs staring at him through black frame glasses; he raised a brow behind his own black colored frames studying the boy who was way too thin for the clothing he was wearing. The look the boy had on his beautiful face was one of agony, pain, suffering, and a need. The boy was huddled in a corner of the building, and Jonathan knew immediately the boy was homeless. It was written all over him, from the torn and worn clothing, how dirty he was, the way those clothing hung on his starving frame. This boy was suffering worse than he was, and those dark eyes held so much pain and utter hate for the world, that Jonathan was frozen where he was standing as if he had been frozen, not by the cold wind whipping at him, but from the force of the gaze.

Jonathan noticed the boy looked down at his cup with longing, and a smirk came upon his features as he turned away and went back to the stand, purchasing a refill for himself, and a second cup. He turned just in time to see the Manager of the store make his way to the boy and begin yelling at him, his words causing the anger that usually came out only in his songs to rise with a force that even Jonathan was shocked at. Why did he care about this boy? He hadn’t given a fuck about anyone but himself since Munky’s passing, he didn’t want to let anyone get close in case he lost someone, and all this boy had done was arrogantly stare him down, and he wanted to save him? What the fuck was going on? Had he managed to get Christmas fever anyway?

“Get the fuck off my stoop boy! You are scaring away the customers! We do not allow the homeless to stay here! Go find a cardboard box!”

Jonathan hadn’t even noticed he had moved until he was standing toe to toe with the shop manager and was speaking, oh well, at least he would have his good deed of the year done.

“Lay the fuck off man! He isn’t bothering anyone, and besides the fucking high priced shit you sell scares away the customers, not the people who happen to be suffering during this time of the year. You need to work on your fucking people skills asshole if you plan to do any business, and if you say one more fucking word to him, I’ll ruin you and make sure you won’t sell a fucking thing in the entire state, got it?”

The shop manager stared at the male in front of him remembering he had just been in the store and brought many items. He thought he didn’t know who he was, but he did, and he knew the threat was a true one. Shaking his head he stuffed his hands in his pockets and shrugged his shoulder.

“Just get him off my stoop.” With that he turned and walked back into the store mumbling under his breath about some people these days, always in other people’s business.

Jonathan shook with his fury wanting to knock some fucking sense into that asshole. Closing his eyes he took a breath to calm down, thinking another song would soon be in the works because of this shit. Looking down to the boy again he noticed those eyes were staring at him, emotionless, all except for the pain deep within the gaze that anyone normal, and uncaring wouldn’t have noticed. Kneeling down he handed him the cup, and smirked staring back into those orbs with his own equally dark ones.

“Careful it’s hot.”

The boy said nothing just took the drink and sipped it slowly closing his eyes as the heat spread through his all too thin frame. Looking back up he studied the man who had come to his rescues. He had noticed him as soon as he came out of the store, and had been awe struck. Just his luck to see Jonathan Davis of KoRn… a man he had idolized before his world got fucked over, and he ended up in this mess. Sighing he lowered his gaze and spoke softly the words a mere whisper before a coughing fit took him. He had been sick for days now, he was burning up with fever, it showed in his eyes he was sure, but it was the cold he felt, and had been feeling every winter for the three years he had been out on the streets. When was the last time he tasted something hot to drink? He couldn’t remember.

“Thank you.”

The words coming from the boy gave Jonathan another pause, it was a lovely voice, not feminine lovely, but an underlying beauty that showed that this boy was much more than what appeared upon the surface. Shaking his head out of his thoughts he nodded his head to let the boy know he was welcomed, before offering his hand.

“Jonathan Davis.”

“I know who you are, I’m a fan, though it’s been a while since I’ve been able to hear any of the work you have been doing… kind of hard when you’ve been living on the streets.”

Jonathan winched at the force of those words, awe, humor, and utter hatred flowed through them. What right did this boy have to judge him for being wealthy? It wasn’t like he didn’t help random people, because he did… it wasn’t like he hadn’t suffered as a kid, and then with the loss of his lover… Frowning Jonathan pushed past his first reaction and nodded his head before smirking, watching those dark eyes that stared at him.

“Well, nice to know you know who I am and was a fan… but can I have your name?”

“Chester… Chester Bennington.”

“Hmm… it fits you,” Standing Jonathan brushed the snow off his coat before offering his hand to the boy, and started to laugh as he shook his hand and then went back to drinking the hot chocolate. Shaking his head Jonathan kept his hand right where it was waiting patiently.

“What?” Frustration lined his voice as Chester stared at Jonathan a look of pure confusion written across his face. He had shook his hand, what more did he want, him to kiss it?

“Come on I’ll help you up.”

“Look I appreciate your help, but I don’t have anywhere else to go, and I am not about to go off with some stranger, even if he is famous.”

Jonathan laughed shaking his head before setting his bag down. Moving back to the boy he lifted him up by the arm to a standing position.

“When’s the last time you had a decent meal and a warm bed? You don’t have to stay with me if you don’t want to, at least have dinner with me, then you can decide, if anything I’ll at least pay for you a hotel room for at least a month till you get on your feet.”

“Why?”

“Does it matter? Do I need a reason? You haven’t known much kindness have you? Come on, let’s go get something to eat, because it’s freezing out here and I am starving.” Jonathan turned then and began to walk off toward his car, deciding to leave it up to him to follow or not. He had tried it was all he could do. He didn’t know why he wanted to help this boy so bad, but there was something inside of him that just wouldn’t let him leave the boy alone out in the cold during the holidays.

Chester stood in the spot for a few moments watching Jonathan walk off. He didn’t understand why this rich rock star wanted to help him, and shivered. He was sure there was something else he would want in return for his ‘kindness’ but then again he had said he didn’t have to stay with him, but dinner couldn’t hurt could it? Shrugging off his insecurities he shoved his hands in his pockets and followed behind him figuring he would ask him over dinner.

Jonathan smirked and unlocked the Escalade he had brought up with him, and put his bags in the back seat. If everything worked according to plan he would have the boy fed, bathed, and sleeping in the bedroom opposite his own. He didn’t want to leave Chester alone; it was the pain in his eyes that he tried to mask behind his fury that had told him this boy needed him. Shaking his head he got into the car and watched as Chester climbed into the passenger seat and put on his seatbelt. Starting the car he drove off toward one of his favorite restaurants, one that sold true soul food, it was one of the things he took his hat off to African Americans for; they could cook their asses off and always had a smile to greet you, if they liked you.

Chester sat in complete silence sloping down into the seat and staring out of the window watching various buildings fly by. He hated the winter, the cold, he hated life in general. He could still remember the harshness of his torture, his horror, the pain he had locked deep inside where no one could see. He had been determined not to ask anyone for help, to prove he was strong enough. A sigh fell from his lips and he closed his eyes against the growing pain, he didn’t want to feel anything, and it took only a few moments for him to get his emotions under control and lock them away.

“We’re here.” Jonathan got out of the car and shut the door and watched as Chester followed. Chester was extremely quiet, and he felt his heart pull. He remembered being just like him, keeping the pain locked inside, where no one could see it, not even himself. It had eventually come out through his music, and for that he was grateful, it no longer ate him alive. Moving to the door of the restaurant he went inside and held the door open for Chester. Once inside they moved to a table and sat down both looking over the menu.

“Order whatever you like…”

They took a few moments then when the waitress came over, a beautiful black woman with long hair of a red color, and bright emerald green eyes, contacts Jonathan was sure, he smiled and placed an order of smothered pork chops, greens, candied yams, dinner rolls, and a large iced tea. He watched Chester order the holiday platter of turkey, greens, yams, mac and cheese, dressing, dinner rolls, with a large Dr. Pepper. Once the waitress was gone Jonathan went back to studying Chester in silence.

“Why are you doing all this? What do you hope to gain?”

Jonathan blinked snapped out of his thoughts by the question. Raising a brow he shook his head a frown playing upon his features as he watched Chester behind his black frames.

“Why do I have to want something? Why can’t I just be doing this from the kindness of my heart?”
Chester stared at Jonathan and shook his head before leaning back in his chair a dark and hateful smirk playing on his face. He was no fool.

“No one does something for nothing.”

“I do. Look I don’t want anything from you; I just want to help you out… nothing more. I don’t even know why I want to help you, but I do, so just leave it at that. How old are you anyway?”

“Sixteen…Why?”

“Just curious…”

Chester nodded then grew silent as their food arrived. He immediately began to eat his fill, not taking anymore time to talk or anything. The food was delicious the best he had ever had, he could have been just thinking that because it had been his first real meal that wasn’t some cheap fast food he brought with the few dollars people gave him every now and again, but it was good, so filling. He ate everything on his plate then drank his tea slowly with a contented sigh.

Jonathan ate his food more slowly, but watched Chester eat as well. The boy ate as if someone was going to take the food from him. When was the last time you had a decent meal? Jonathan lowered his gaze and began to eat his food again a frown playing on his face. How often had he taken having food in his belly for granted? A bath? A bed? He had taken all of it for granted, and now this boy was opening his eyes, causing him to remember the pain he thought only would show when he sung. He was so young, and yet this boy’s eyes looked ancient, as if he had just seen too much. Sighing he finished and sipped his drink then smiled when he finished.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah I suppose…” Chester stared at the now empty plate weighing his options. Jonathan seemed like a heaven sent gift, dare he trust him so much?

“Have you decided if you’re staying with me? At least you wouldn’t be alone for the holidays.”

Chester looked up and stared into Jonathan’s eyes, looking for something anything that would make him think that this was a bad idea. He found nothing. Nodding his head he forced himself to smile. It was a weak attempt, he didn’t have anything to smile about and hadn’t for years now.

“Yeah I suppose that wouldn’t be a bad idea.”

Jonathan nodded his head and both men got up and moved to the register where Jonathan paid, then tipped the waitress a hundred dollars, then left in the car once more making their way toward Jonathan’s house. He opened the front door and showed Chester around, then showed him to the guest bedroom that had its own bathroom.

“You can use this room.”

Chester had been in awe at how big the place was, it was decorated with various artworks by Geiger, and various other dark artists. Quite cozy even if a little demonic, he nodded his head and moved toward the bathroom then stopped.

“I only have these clothes…”

“You can borrow something of mine, I’ll pick you up some stuff tomorrow.”

Chester wasn’t sure if he would accept more from Jonathan but nodded his head and went into the bathroom where he turned on the shower, stripped and got in. He heard a knock at the bathroom door and called out for Jonathan to come in.

“Here you go something to sleep in and I left a pair of pants and a shirt on the dresser for you to wear when you wake up, in case I am gone by the time you wake up. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“All right, will you do me a favor and throw those clothes out for me?”

“Sure no problem,” Jonathan picked up the clothes and moved out throwing the clothing away before making his way to his own bedroom where he showered and got into bed soon after.

Chester got out of the shower a little while later, completely clean, hair washed, and looking like his old self again, well as much as he could with all the weight he had lost. Once dressed in the pajama bottoms he climbed into bed and sighed at the luxury of a bed to sleep in, and soon enough succumbed to the will to close his eyes and sleep for once, peacefully.

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Jonathan woke the next morning and after eating and getting ready, he went out shopping buying necessities for Chester like a toothbrush, more shampoo, soap, deodorant, toothpaste, clothes, boxers, having figured out his size was pretty easy, he was small framed, and it hadn’t been too hard since he had gotten a good look at him through the shower doors. He then smirked and brought the boy he had taken in a lot of stuff for Christmas deciding it would be nice to have someone to open gifts with when he woke. He then returned home finding Chester eating and watching television. He handed him the bags with the clothes and necessities, then went and put his gifts under the Christmas tree.

“Who you buy gifts for?”

“You.”

“Why?” Chester raised a brow unsure for yet another moment. He was buying him gifts and stuff, he must have spent a fortune on the clothing and the more personal items alone, and now he had brought gifts as well. Shaking his head he waited for his answer.

“Because it’s Christmas.” Jonathan stood and brushed off his pants before smirking while moving to one of the other chairs and plopping down in the seat.

“But I don’t have anything for you…”

“Your company is good enough; at least someone who doesn’t know about my pain is enough for me.”

“I am sorry about Munky… I read about it in the papers.”

Jonathan winched and lowered his eyes while nodding his head. The sympathy behind those words touched him and he felt his heart soften a little toward Chester. A few moments past in silence, with Chester going to put his things up and then return moving back to the couch and curling up writing in a notebook. Jonathan took a few moments to calm rising emotions that he didn’t want to deal with, and then smiled a little.

“Thank you for your sympathy.”

“You’re welcome; it was honest so there was really no need to thank me.” Chester went back to writing and Jonathan smirked and moved to his room to take a bath and relax.

Days passed, and the two soon found themselves opening up to one another, Chester telling Jonathan about the abuse at the hands of his father, Jonathan telling Chester about his own abuse to help him through it, then spoke on Munky’s passing and how hard it had been to celebrate the holidays, and how he hated the winter months now. Chester told him about how he was thrown out of his Father’s home during Christmas, and hadn’t really liked the winter and holidays since. He explained how he had been on the streets for three years, and other such things. Jonathan sympathized with his hardships.

All that happened on Christmas Eve, when they had decided to open up to one another, and Chester went to bed that night and had a nightmare about the past, his abuse, he was soaked in sweat, tossing and turning, cries falling from his lips soon fell into screams. Jonathan in the room down the hall heard him and woke up and moved into the bedroom. He shook Chester a few times calling out his name in hopes of dragging him out of the depths of his horrors. Chester woke screaming and burst into tears. Jonathan’s heart melted and he took the boy into his arms and held him.

“Shh… it’s okay now… he can’t hurt you anymore, you’re with me now, I’ll take care of you… no one will ever hurt you again that I promise you.”

Chester sniffled but soon enough his sobs subsided and he just relaxed in Jonathan’s arms. It had been a long time since anyone had bothered to hold him, to just really hold and comfort him. He had never really known what it was like except when he was a small child, but now he was feeling that warmth that he hadn’t known. Jonathan’s scent surrounded him and it was really nice, special even, something he could hold close to and never let go. Wow. He was thinking these thoughts about Jonathan Davis. There was no way in hell Jonathan would ever go for him, after all he had just lost Munky a few years ago. What chance did he have? Slowly Chester pulled away and looked down at the bed.

“Thanks… I’m better now.”

“No problem… I know what it feels like. How about we open some presents?” Little did Chester know Jonathan had felt that spark of attraction as well, and it had hit a little too close to home. Was he over Munky already? Were his feelings of wanting to help this boy getting mixed up with something else? Something more intimate? If so what did that make him? A goddamn pedophile?

“Sure.” Chester smiled a little and got out of bed, it was already morning and he hadn’t even realized it. Moving out of the bedroom he moved into the bathroom and brushed his teeth and washed his face. Once done he grabbed a box that was wrapped under his bed then moved downstairs into the living room where Jonathan was waiting for him he hid the present behind him while he opened his own. A new notebook, this one leather bounded with blank lined pages though the first page had a small note from Jonathan dedicating the book to him and saying it was for him to write in now and signed, some new clothing, a new watch, a ball chain necklace, new shoes. Chester got filled up with emotions over all the lovely gifts and he forced himself to keep the tears that were burning behind his eyes from welling up.

“Thank you so much!” Chester hugged Jonathan before smiling sheepishly and grabbing his gift he had hidden behind him and handed it to Jonathan. “It isn’t much… but I hope you like it.”

Jonathan blinked in surprise and took the gift and opened it. He found the notebook Chester was always writing in and opened it. Inside were various lyrics, and in the back on the last page Chester had written that he was dedicating his songs to him, and that if he wanted anyone to have them and be the first to ever read them it was him. There was also a song written about an angel sent from heaven to help a lost boy written to him as well. Jonathan was shocked and overwhelmed with the gift. He hugged Chester and soon smiled.

“This is the best gift anyone has ever given me… thank you.”

Chester smiled and nodded his head; they grew silent with one another and just stared at each other for a long while. Chester felt something growing in him, an urge to kiss the other male, but he forced himself not to act on it unsure of how Jonathan would take it. The other male had done so much for him, and it was probably foolish to even think of wanting to take the friendship that had grown this past week too far, especially when he was underage.

Jonathan stared into Chester’s eyes for what seemed like forever, and he noticed something in those depths. Chester had fallen for him, and Jonathan was more than honored, but this was a kid right? This was wrong right? Aww fuck since when did he give a goddamn what society thought, obviously this boy didn’t, then why didn’t he kiss him or something? Jonathan figured Chester was scared, unused to the feelings, and decided that he had to be the one to move forward. Leaning forward slowly Jonathan held Chester’s gaze looking for any sign of resistance, when he got none Jonathan pressed his lips to Chester’s and watched the boy’s eyes drift closed. Taking that as a sign Jonathan pulled Chester into his lap and deepened the kiss his own eyes closing against the flood of passion and desire he suddenly felt, he loved this boy, in a matter of a week this boy had worked his way into his system and claimed a heart he had thought long dead.

Chester felt love and desire flood him as he clung to Jonathan, the other male’s scent surrounding him. He felt so much and yet he was unsure of what to do. He wanted him, but wasn’t sure if he should show it. Of their own accord his hands moved and glided up under Jonathan’s shirt to caress his bare chest, his short nails brushing over his nipples. When he received a groan from Jonathan he broke the kiss staring into the other male’s eyes shyly.

Jonathan looked at Chester and stopped his hands from moving from under his shirt. Shaking his head he leaned forward and kissed Chester again, this kiss more loving than the desire filled one, leaning back away from him again Jonathan caressed Chester’s cheek. He watched as Chester leaned into his touch, and shivered slightly. He then shifted and lifted Chester into his arms and carried him into his bedroom. Once on the bed he stopped and looked at Chester and kissed him again.

“Do you want me?”

Chester nodded his head that much he did know. He wanted this man, he didn’t know when it had happened, when this passion had hit him, but he knew he wanted this more than anything. Chester sat up from his laying down position and grabbed Jonathan’s hand and pulled him down on top of him and kissed him again. The kiss was hungry, passion filled, and full of so much meaning. Clothing soon fled both men, and Jonathan drew back after kissing Chester again staring at his frame that was starting to fill out again. He was lovely, so beautiful it hurt. Groaning Jonathan leaned down and kissed Chester again before moving his kiss over his neck, shoulders, chest, and tongue flicking at Chester’s nipples as the other man groaned and squirmed beneath him. The feel of his naked frame beneath his own had Jonathan rock hard already, it was driving him insane this throbbing deep within the core of him, all flooding down to his dick.

Chester shivered as Jonathan’s kisses moved down over his stomach until his breath was brushing against his own throbbing length. As Jonathan took him within his mouth Chester groaned and lifted his hips only to feel Jonathan hold his hips down. His head began to thrash upon the pillow in desire, the torture of that man’s tongue wrapped about his tip, lapping at him like some lollypop to be savored, and then sensation of being drawn within his mouth and sucked upon so sensually was driving him toward the brink of insanity and release.

“Jonathan…”

Jonathan drew back to look at Chester and wasn’t surprised when he was suddenly flipped over and Chester began to kiss him on his neck soon finding a weak spot there and working it as Jonathan squirmed beneath him. Chester soon moved down to his nipples and Jonathan bucked on the bed as the boy bit one and a groan tore from Jonathan’s lips. The torment of his nipples went on until Jonathan was squirming and groaning for something more. As Chester moved down his body Jonathan shivered, then cried out as he was deep throated in one swift motion. He jerked on the bed and lifted his hips, only to feel Chester’s mouth moving up and down on his length with slow motions, his sucking hard, and the sensation driving him mad. He felt his body tensing toward release only to have Chester stop. He took that as his sign and shifted their positions and moved onto his knees between Chester’s legs. Reaching into the bedside table’s drawer he pulled out a bottle of lube and groaned seeing Chester spread his legs.

Chester held Jonathan’s gaze, those dark orbs he stared into was full of a dark hunger, and Chester knew he was probably going to be fucked right through the mattress not that he minded. He moaned as Jonathan’s finger glided over his entrance, slicking him before drawing within tearing a groan from his lips and Chester lifted his hips trying to press that digit deeper within him.

Jonathan watched his reaction and began to finger him slowly, listening to the sounds that fell from his lips. His voice was beautiful, he’d make a great singer, and he added another digit and threw them into a v to stretch him then searched for his prostate. Finding it he pressed upon it, and was surprised by the scream of pleasure that fell from Chester’s lips. He almost came right then and there. His voice was erotic, dark, and yet with a hint of something harder when he screamed. Yes this boy would be a singer one day; he would work with him himself.

“Jonathan please!”

Jonathan heard the cry fall from his lips as he fingered him pressing that spot over and over again just to hear his screams. Soon enough he pulled his fingers away chuckling at the whimper that fell from the sudden feeling of emptiness. Jonathan then slicked himself up before slowly entering Chester so not to hurt him. Once he was halfway he stopped to look at him and make sure he was all right.

Chester groaned as he felt Jonathan filling him, stretching him, and just becoming one with him. When he suddenly stopped Chester opened his eyes to look at him and shook his head before wrapping his legs around Jonathan’s waist and pressing his hips down drawing him deeper inside of him until he was buried to the hilt within him. His eyes rolled into the back of his head at the feeling and his head leaned back with a soft cry of pleasure.

“Oh my God… Jonathan move…”

Jonathan smirked and shook his head leaning down to kiss Chester deeply until both of them was breathless. He then raised his head as he felt Chester trying to move beneath him. Grabbing his hips he stopped his movements and met the other’s gaze of burning lust.

“How do you want it?”

“I don’t care! Just fuck me already!”

Jonathan laughed and moved out of Chester slowly then slammed back into him listening to the scream of pleasure that followed. He repeated the motion again and again, until he gave up on the teasing and began to literally pound the poor boy into the mattress. Not that Chester was complaining he was holding onto Jonathan for dear life and meeting him thrust for thrust. Sweat covered their bodies, their cries of pleasure filling the air, their labored breathing being drawn in forcefully.

“Harder… Nonie please… Harder…”

Jonathan would have awed hearing Chester call him ‘Nonie’ but he couldn’t as he placed his hands on the mattress to support his weight and began to move harder and faster shifting his position so that he hit that spot within Chester with each thrust. Chester’s cries grew louder, the sound of his voice pushing Jonathan over the brink of insanity. He didn’t even care as he felt Chester raking his nails down his back, the pain drawing pleasure within him, and his own nails were digging painfully into Chester’s hips.

“Yes… yes… Yes! Oh god… so good don’t stop!” Chester’s screams filled the air bouncing off the walls in that lovely voice that just drew Jonathan onward. He was lost in his own passion, Chester was lost in his and it was the best thing in the world for both men.

They were both being drawn closer and closer to the edge, Jonathan’s thrusts became desperate for release, one hand slid beneath them and he began to stroke Chester in time to his thrusts enjoying the moans, cries, and screams that fell from his lips, everything from “Fucking yes!” from his name, cries telling him not to stop, that he was close, and so much more. It drove Jonathan onward and leaning down he kissed Chester on the neck close to his ear running his tongue over it.

“Cum from me Chester… Now.” The growl of now tore from Jonathan’s throat, as he was dancing on the brink of his own release.

The command drove Chester over the brink and with a scream of Jonathan’s name, that would have rivaled any female for power Chester shattered right into a million pieces, feeling as if he was dieing, covering himself and Jonathan in his release, he heard Jonathan scream his name and felt his release deep inside of him. Chester’s sensations were in overload and the feeling was too much and he blacked out in the throes of his own passion.

Jonathan shook with the force of his release his seed filling Chester and even running out of him. Drawing out of him slowly Jonathan collapsed next to Chester and looked to him noticing he had blacked out. Well that was the first time he had ever sent someone into the “Le Petite Morte” talk about an ego boost. Smirking he shook his head and slowly kissed Chester drawing him awake. Once his eyes opened Jonathan kissed him again and drew away with a tired smile playing upon his lips.

“Welcome back.”

“What happened?”

“You experienced the little death, better known as “Le Petite Morte.”

Chester smirked and curled up next to Jonathan kissing his chest lightly. He knew it would hurt like hell to move tomorrow, but oh was it worth it. He had never felt this good before, he had had other men oh sure, but none of them had made him feel so good. He smiled as Jonathan wrapped his arms around him.

“Merry Christmas Chester.”

“Merry Christmas Nonie.”

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A week soon passed and Jonathan and Chester’s relationship grew, they slept in the same bed every night, they spent time together doing various things, Jonathan started helping Chester with his singing. It was New Year’s Eve and the rest of KoRn was there and had been surprised to see Jonathan sleeping with Chester, and they had been leery of the boy at first but soon enough grew to like him. They were all drunk, laughing, and dancing right now, and it was just a minute to the New Year. Jonathan pulled Chester over to him and smirked.

“Are you happy that you came home with me that night?”

“Yes…yes I am.” Chester smiled as he leaned into Jonathan’s embrace. This had been the happiest two weeks of his life, and he couldn’t have asked for more.

“Give it a break you two damn!” Fieldy laughed as Jonathan threw him a glare and nudged David with an elbow.

“Dude it’s a good thing men can’t get pregnant, those two fuck like rabbits!”

“Ew man I don’t want to think about it!” David cringed still not used to the gay thing after all these years, even though Jonathan was bisexual; it still grossed David out to no end.

“Hey you guys shut the fuck up its time for the countdown!” Head started the countdown and they all joined in.

“Ten”

“Nine”

“Eight!”

“Seven”

“Six”

“Five”

“Four”

“Three”

“Two”

“Chester will you go steady with me?”

Chester froze looking surprised as a ballchain necklace was dangled in front of him with a charm that said “Jonathan” and noticed there was a matching one that said Chester on it.

“One”

“Happy New Year!!!!!!!”

Jonathan smirked at the shocked look on Chester’s face and ignored the others throwing confetti and blowing those dumb whistles. He was staring into Chester’s eyes and waiting for an answer, and hadn’t even noticed as the other’s went silent noticing something serious was going on.

“Well?”

Chester blushed looking around noticing all eyes were on him. He looked back at Jonathan and nodded his head taking the necklace that had Jonathan’s name on it and placed it around his neck then repeated the motion with the other one placing it on Jonathan’s neck.

“Yes.”

Jonathan whooped then drew Chester into his arms and kissed him for all he was worth ignoring the comments from the others and just lost himself in the taste of his boyfriend, a silent prayer going up to Munky to let him know he wouldn’t be forgotten or replaced, and asking for a blessing from him. Soon enough he pulled back and looked into Chester’s eyes and brushed his cheek with the back of his hand.

“Happy New Year’s baby.”

“Happy New Year’s Nonie.”

The End

~Sappy story, but incredibly cute and loving. Fourteen Pages Lonnnngggg!!! ::Dies then revives and giggles:: I hope you all enjoyed, and I hope everyone reviews. There might be a sequel to this one day, we’ll see. For now that’s all and I hope everyone liked the story. PLEASE REVIEW PLEASE? PRETTY PLEASE?!~
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