Adult-FanFiction.org : Celebrity

Everything can change just like that	By : fadingsummer Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Linkin Park Views: 1116 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know the members of Linkin Park, and this is a work of fiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Everything can change just like that
- 1
This is all because of me reliving my youth (i.e. listening to the bands I loved when I was fourteen of so, and being obsessed with Linkin Park and my very first slash pairing). I used to have a very bad first fanfic on AFF.net that was Chester/Mike, but a lot of my old fanfictions seem to have disappeared from the site. It's a shame, really, because I no longer have the original documents (the pc they were on is probably dead), and I have no chance to reread my own terrible work.
So, it was time to write new material. Enter this fluffy story inspired by Fort Minor's "Right now"! I hope you'll like it, and don't think it's too sentimental. (A) I probably couldn't help it, I love them so much. XD
***
Tomorrow morning, they'd be gone from here. Hotels were nothing but temporary residences, and this room was his home only for tonight. He told himself that the night would be over before he knew it. But he also knew that for forgetfulness, he'd need sleep, and that was the one thing he couldn't find.
His hotel room was on the second floor, and it had a large window going all the way from the ceiling to the floor, looking out on the streets below. Because he was still very annoyingly awake at twelve thirty, he turned off the lights and could think of nothing else but to stand in front of the window and look outside. Every now and then, someone would walk past the hotel. There were groups of teenagers going out, most of them were drunk and one of them almost had an accident with a taxi. There were people standing on the corner on the left, and he suspected them of being drug dealers, after watching them for fifteen minutes. Around ten past twelve, a police car drove through the street, and the men he had observed quickly moved their businesses elsewhere. He saw people in shabby coats walk around with a paper cup of coffee in their red hands, trying to make it through the freezing night. At a quarter past one, a girl in high heels walked past, talking on the phone angrily while making gestures in her rage.
His eyes drifted off, unable to focus. The lights of the building on the other side of the street were gradually switched off, one room at a time. The moon must have been high in the sky already, but it was invisible that night because of the cloudy weather. To be fair, he couldn't be sure, because the street lights made the night sky impossible to really make out. An orange glow was hanging above the city.
He covered his face with his hands, shaking his head slowly. Maybe he should just go to bed and see. He wasn't feeling tired, but he had to do something. They would have to get up at half past seven. And even if he wouldn't fall asleep, being awake while lying down seemed better than standing here all night. He sighed, closed the curtains, and turned around.
There was another man standing in his hotel room. Just standing there, in front of the closed door. He wasn't doing anything at all, except for watching him. In the first second Mike saw him, his mind seemed to switch to a more-than-awake state, and he immediately took in what he was seeing, up to every single detail. He was thinking over all the reasons and consequences of this guy in his room the seconds after the first. And after he had done that, he was afraid.
He didn't seem dangerous. He looked like a more or less normal person, judging by his expression. In this situation, however, Mike thought this normal, neutral expression was completely misplaced, and that made it creepy. Putting that expression aside, his clothes looked normal. Maybe he was a bit of a metalhead, considering his pierced lip, his tattoos that were slightly visible, his belt, and his tight black t-shirt. But Mike knew a lot of alternative people, and wasn't threatened by it. But what the hell was he supposed to think of this? He didn't even know how long he had been standing there.
'Who are you?' he wanted to say, but all he did was whisper. He tried again, and this time, the words were audible.
The man was half concealed by the darkness in the room, but because the curtains weren't completely closed, Mike could see he was smiling. It wasn't a strange smile at all. It made him look gentle and kind. But he didn't say anything.
'Why are you in my room? How did you get in?' Mike asked, getting angry and scared at the same time by the guy not answering. He had the right to know, this was his hotel room, and it should be a private and safe place. Maybe this guy had no bad intentions (he looked nice), but he couldn't just walk in here without him knowing.
'Hey!' Mike said, raising his voice. 'I'm talking to you!'
The man only smiled. Mike didn't have the courage to approach him. This was all very unreal. And he was scared, so scared his hands were trembling and he noticed he was sweating, even though his skin was cold. This guy needed to go, and he needed to go quick. But he didn't- he took a step in Mike's direction, and another one. It would only take six of these steps to get to where Mike was standing, and he tried to back away, his heart beating in his throat. The phone was on a small table beside the bed, but it was on the wrong side. His cell phone was in his coat, that he had put in a closet. He had never felt more helpless, and this creeper was still looking at him, his eyes never letting go. He stepped in a ray of lantern light that was coming through the curtains, and Mike could clearly see the smile was still on his face and his eyes were brown. It was like he was being hypnotized by a fucking snake. And like a dumb animal of prey, he couldn't move. But maybe that was because he hardly believed this guy was really there. It all seemed too strange to think about, and it almost felt as if he were dreaming.
He was so close now that he could have put his hands around his neck and strangle him if he had wanted to. In a useless effort to create distance between them, Mike pushed himself against the window and instinctively tried to make himself smaller. And for a moment, nothing really happened. The guy was looking at him, still, and Mike thought of a thousand ways to escape and run away, but found out his limbs were frozen.
He closed his eyes, trying to think more clearly, and felt a hand on his left cheek. The unexpected skin contact sent goosebumps all over his body, and he looked up to the intruder.
'What...' was all he could say.
He could feel his hand on his cheek, and it was warm. There was no doubt about it: this man was really here, or at least not a figment of his imagination. Or was he? How realistic were his dreams, anyway? He couldn't remember; they always seemed so distant when he woke up. But if it was a dream after all... Did he want to dream it? Or did he want to wake up? He wasn't sure. His mind was all a blur.
The hand on his cheek moved to the back of his head, and even further, to his shoulder, and another hand moved around his back. Mike breathed in and out, slowly, while a delicious shiver ran over his spine when he was pulled to the man's chest and he was surrounded by his warmth. The room had been so cold... He hadn't even noticed how cold until this guy had made him remember what an embrace felt like.
Without warning, he was overwhelmed by a gentle kiss on his forehead. He gasped, looking at the anonymous man with big, open eyes.
'You shouldn't be scared,' the guy said. He had a soft, reassuring voice, and Mike closed his eyes again, putting his hands on the stranger's shoulders.
'I'm staying with you tonight.' The stranger stroked his hair, and Mike couldn't remember to ever have been caressed so tenderly, by anyone. 'I love you,' the man whispered.
'I love you too,' Mike said, without a moment of hesitation. He was okay with it, all of a sudden, and he knew that he didn't want to wake up anymore, if this still proved to be a dream. He wanted to jump off the edge and drift along on the stream, wherever it would take him. He knew that was a crazy thought, and maybe he was crazy. He didn't know why he felt this way, either. But he wanted this guy to keep on holding him. Whoever he was, he was warm, and he was gentle. He had been alone for so long now, and a stranger was better than nobody. And this wasn't just a stranger. It was as if he knew him, and he didn't want his arms to leave him.
'What's your name?' Mike whispered. It wasn't important, but maybe it would be nice to have something to remember him by? The stranger laid his index finger on Mike's lips, and didn't answer. All he said was:'I love you, and I have always loved you.' Then he kissed him, and Mike forgot all he had wanted to ask. He had never been kissed like this, and somehow he knew he would never be kissed like this again. Maybe it was because this was only for tonight, maybe it was because the stranger felt as if he had been born to love him, Mike Shinoda, exactly how he wanted to be loved. It made the dream hypothesis more reasonable, but Mike refused to believe in his own theory.
He eventually lost count of all the kisses the stranger gave him. They moved to his hotel bed as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and it was, and he didn't try to stop the man as he slowly took off Mike's clothes. It wasn't just love, there was nothing but understanding in his eyes, and Mike couldn't believe he had ever been afraid of this man, this creature that had been sent to make him feel better, to warm his bones, to kiss him everywhere, to fill his formerly lonely heart with love. If this friend was imaginary, his mind had sure done a great job. And it was all so detailed; he instantly remembered the shape of every tattoo on his body. This is the best damn dream I've ever had, he thought as he pulled him closer and returned all of his kisses. They didn't need a blanket. They were warm enough together.
Mike awoke because of the irritating melody of his cell phone alarm. Still in a sleepy haze, he realized his cellphone was in his coat, in the closet, and he stumbled towards it and switched it off. He immediately returned to his bed and wanted to pull the blanket up to doze off again, but as he remembered he had to get up on time, he also noticed the blanket was lying on the floor, and he was completely naked. For a while, he let his hand go over the matress, without even knowing he was doing it. Then, he remembered what had happened, and he took in a huge breath of air, staring ahead, his eyes wide open. He was unable to move until one of his friends knocked on the door, asking what was taking him so long. He felt his tears go down his cheeks, saw them drip on the bed, when he realized he didn't understand anything. Anything at all.
Wednesday, the 18th of May, 2011
1.21 AM
- 1
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Everything can change just like that