Sex Monkeys

By Sloane

If you constantly spend all of your time - most of your life - with the same people it’s inevitable that an impermeable bond of camaraderie will form. Mike and I took that closeness one step further. Some would say we had grown a little too close – unnaturally close. However, the thoughts or opinions of another could never shake my profound adoration for the man.

Mike became my world: my refuge; my confidant; my stability; my love. Mike could align all of the planets with the warm glow of his smile. He had the ability make the earth freeze on its axis with his heartbeat alone. He personally hung the moon in the sky for me so that I cold see my refection in his eyes.

The others did not take the relationship well in the beginning. Rob thought is was unnatural, Joe found it to be illicit, Brad –although he denies it – was consumed by jealousy (I’m convinced he secretly worships Mike), and Phoenix thought we were simply "off our rockers," as he put it. Yet, with time, they all came around. It wasn’t a choice they would have made for us - a path they would have encouraged us to take, however, they saw the happiness the relationship brought us. This unparalleled happiness had a positive, trickle down effect on the band and all of our lives. It permeated its way into everything we said and did. We all got along better, gave better, more energetic performances, and it made it easier for all of us to be open and honest with one another.

That morning began as most do - I woke to Mike clasping me tightly in the confined quarters of my bunk. I loved waking up next to him in the morning. The comfort of finding his form beside me made me wake feeling content, fulfilled. He always looked entirely too precious with his customarily manic hair falling lifelessly around his face, his soft tresses adorning his forehead. When he opened his eyes to greet a new day, it always took him moments to focus without the aide of his contacts. Blinking repeatedly, he would turn to me and mumble an adoring greeting such as, "Good morning, Sweetness," or "Hello, My Love," and place a light kiss on my forehead or cheek. Every time he did that I would feel the tickling sensation in my stomach of a person swallowed whole by love. Even the slight staleness of his breath made me spin with love-drunkenness.

"How is my baby boy today?" he asked squeezing me. He loved to shower me with terms of endearment. Some so silly and goofy, I couldn’t bear not laughing.

"A little soggy…care to change my diaper, Daddy?" I responded jokingly.

"Hey, that’s a good idea for our next night off…baby oil, powder and perhaps even a warm bath. After getting you all cleaned up and properly oiled and powdered, I’d brush your hair neatly with one of those utra-soft brushes and then dress you in the cutest footed sleeper I could find."

"Don’t forget about feeding me and burping me," I laughed.

"Oh, I’d never forget that. And hopefully you’d be a good boy so I wouldn’t have to give you a spanky."

"In that case, I think I’d have to be bad…very bad."

"Really?" he mischievously questioned raising and eyebrow.

"You’re nuts, you do know that, don’t you?" I informed him.

"Yeah, but that’s why you love me. I’m not like the others."

"No, you’re definitely not! Thank God!"

"Are you nervous about today?" he asked.

"A little, but I know it’s the right thing to do. To be honest, a good part of me is relieved. I’m stick of hiding and pretending I’m someone I’m not. If we lose fans just because we are in love, I’m not sure they are the type of fans we would have wanted in the first place, you know? Our sex lives should be irrelevant. It’s the music that matters.

"Amen, Brother Bennington!" Mike quipped.

I pulled him in close to me and pressed my lips against his. He had the fullest, velvety lips I’ve ever had the privilege of kissing. And his tongue - sweet mother of Jesus! He could do things with it that I’ve never known possible. It was as if it contained its own sense of intuition, knowing exactly where to go and how much pleasure to provide at any given moment.

"I think before we face our public," he began, "that we should christen the day."

"Mmm…what did you have in mind?"

"I think you know very well what I’m thinking, Chester," he remarked with a deviant grin and placed his lips back upon my own.

I allowed my tongue to meet his, and we playfully fought for space in my mouth. His hands meandered over my thin, bare chest. Their touch sent ripples of excitement down my back and commanded the hairs of my arms to stand on end. In the past I’ve always felt a bit embarrassed or anxious about my body. No matter how much I’d eat or work out, I remained helplessly slender. Yet with Mike, I never felt that way. The way he touched me and lavished me with praise made me feel inexplicably sexy.

I brought my mouth to his ear and traced its outline. I allowed my tongue to explore the coils of his ear while fully aware of the delight I was brining him. Mike had always been an ear man. I could sneak up beside him and teasingly slide my tongue into the crevice of his ear and make him instantly stiff. Usually when I attempted such a ploy he would insist on having me right then and there. I learned the hard way of when and where not to use such a tactic.

My tongue on his ear brought me the desired effect I sought after, and I instantly felt his sex poke into my abdomen as he allowed the word, "Baaaaby," to softly drip from his lips. The knowledge of exciting him to the point of stiffness made my own groin swiftly stand erect. I was a complete sucker for stimulating and satisfying him. Gently I allowed my tongue to probe the hollow of his ear working Mike into a frenzy, until he was repetitiously cooing, "Chester, oh Chester…"

After darting my tongue one final time into his ear I seductively whispered, "Mike, I need you." Taking my words as a cue, I felt his hand slither down to my stiffness as he positioned himself on top of me. Unconsciously I gasped beneath his masterful touch. Historically, I had never been a hand-job aficionado, however, Mike’s touch was unlike any other. I imagine my fondness for his touch was due to the fact that he is a man. Obviously, men know what other men want - the skill comes as second nature because by this time in our lives we have all had a great deal of fist hand experience. I suspected that Mike was much more skilled than other men because his touch never failed to turn me into a massive, jiggling mound of jelly. And I could honestly say I had no desire to find out if anyone else was as talented as Mike. I wholeheartedly expected to spend my life with him. If either of us didn’t feel that way, we wouldn’t have agreed to "come out" when we were to be interviewed by Rolling Stone magazine later that day.

As Mike continued to stroke me, he allowed his lips to greet one of my nipples. Delicately he flicked his tongue against the small, pink bud, occasionally nibbling lightly. Spreading his attention, he kissed his way over to the other yearning bud, lavishing it with the same tender consideration.

Sensing I was reaching the threshold of pleasure, he released my firmness and let his hand roam across my hips and thighs. Gently, he kissed his way down my chest and fervently licked the line of hair between my navel and groin. Mike was fascinated with this small, patch of hair, which he affectionately referred to as my Treasure Trail. Before we made our affections known to one another, he told me it drove him mad when he saw me without my shirt on. He said due to the lowness of which I wore my pants and boxers, he was always taunted by my Treasure Trail, hopelessly needing to discover the pot of gold at the end of the path.

Slowly he moved himself lower on my body, his legs buckling against the confined space of the bus bunk. Lovingly he kissed the inside of my thighs, making me shiver with anticipation. I then felt his warm tongue lap at my neatly shaven scrotum. The first time Mike and I were together he marveled at the sight of my shaven groin. He said he never though of doing it to himself, but completely understood the reasoning behind it. It made the region far more appetizing and lickable. Since that day we’ve made it a constant ritual to keep each other’s pubic hair tidy. Letting someone come near your nether regions with a razor blade is the ultimate form of trust, and the experience always proves to be an intimate one.

Mike’s tongue continued to lavish me teasingly. He has always been the prevailing king of foreplay. Instinctively, he knows how to push all of my precise buttons. He allowed his tongue to swirl in circles over my sensitive skin while his hands massaged my thighs. I allowed a moan to escape my lips, shortly followed by a breathy, "Damn, Mike...you have the sweetest tongue EVER."

His grinning eyes looked up to lock on mine. I could see the sides of his mouth curl in an ecstatic grin. He knew his motions were torture to me, and he loved it. He couldn’t get enough of me seeing me squirm beneath his touch, and I couldn’t get enough of the sexy way he would study my face while I was deep in the throws of desire.

Gently, he moved his mouth’s attention to my stiffness, delicately kissing and liking his way up to the top. Teasingly his tongue concentrated on the crease of skin where the head of my erection met the shaft. Waves of bliss flowed through my body causing me to shudder beneath Mike’s touch.

"Mmmm…" he moaned as he hungrily lapped at the small amount of moisture trickled from my body. No longer content with just licking my stiffness, he surrounded my throbbing head with his lips, gradually bobbing them up and down as he continued to unleash his tongue on me. With one hand Mike reached his hand to where the bed met the bus wall and removed the small bottled lodged in pace. Expertly, he unscrewed the top and squeezed the slick substance onto his hand and returned the cap to its original position. He shoved the bottle back in its place and moved his hand towards my body. I felt two of his warm, slick fingers circle my opening and explore their way into me. Gently the fingers probed me in preparation for what was to come.

"Taste me, Mike." I begged.

In response to my plea, he graciously took my entire stiffness into his mouth. Mike groaned in delight like a deathly starving man consuming a steak as he propelled his mouth up and down my length. Euphorically I squealed and moaned praying that this exact moment would never end. Unable to withhold my excitement any longer, my stiffness emptied itself into Mike’s sultry mouth as I exclaimed "Holy Fuck!"

Mike fervently took in my fluid, careful not to allow even one drop to escape. Slowly he released the grasp of his mouth on my sex as he continued to permit his fingers to explore within me. He kissed his way up my torso and met my lips, sighing in relief at the ability to extend his legs again. His salty tongue caressed mine. I always thought it was so sexy tasting myself in his mouth.

Mike gazed upon me with utter adoration and softly whispered, "I want to up crawl inside of your skin and see the world through your eyes."

I responded by squeezing him tightly and burying my face within the crook of his neck. I could feel, tiny, delicate tears form within my eyes. Before Mike I would have never imagined it possible to love someone so much.

Mike pulled back to search my eyes with his own. "Honey, you’re crying. Are you okay?"

"I couldn’t be happier, Mike, than right here in this moment with you. Now, please, make love to me."

He inhaled deeply at the sound of my words in unreserved anticipation and removed his fingers from my warm aperture. I felt his hands trail down my legs as he positioned his own between mine. Gently, he lifted my legs and rested them on his shoulders in order to fully access me. He looked down at my body licking his lips. Once again he grabbed the small bottle on lubricant tucked in the corner of the bunk. With a smile I thought of the day he stashed small bottles of the substance in select locations of the bus where it had the potential to be put to good use. One day Rob found the bottle that was hidden between the cushions in the front couch of the bus and freaked out. He had the most difficult time adjusting to Mike’s and my relationship, but he eventually came around.

I studied the magnificence of Mike’s body as he prepared his firmness to enter me. After he soothed himself with the slick substance and returned the bottle to its home within my bunk, I could feel the tip of his erection rest against my opening, preparing me for his entrance.

Before sliding himself in me he seductively whispered, "I can’t wait to feel myself inside of you," and bit his bottom lip. Mike gasped as he made his way into me, absorbing the exhilarating, enveloping sensation.

"Oh, god, Chester," he squealed while firmly closing his eyes, and throwing his head back, and allowing his mouth to drop open. He breathed heavily as he propelled himself inside of me, increasing his pace with each thrust. A grunt escaped his lips at each sensation of being completely buried within me.

"I want to stay here and fuck you all day, Chester…just feel every inch of myself inside of you."

I could hear is breath quicken and his moans get louder. I reveled in the sensation of him inside of me and the pleasure he extracted from my body.

"Oh, Mike, fuck me. Fuck me HARD," I pleaded, intoxicated by his thrusts.

In compliance with my request he plunged himself deeply within me.

On the verge of climax he cried out, "Chester, Baby, I love you." Consumed by pleasure and adulation tears rolled down his cheeks. "God, I love you so much…"

As soon as the words escaped his lips he let out a high pitch squeak of elation and emptied himself deep inside of me. After fully expelling his fluid, his body dropped upon me in fatigue. His head rested on my chest and I studied it as it bobbed up and down with my every breath.

I placed my hand on his dark, limp hair and caressed and gently twisted it between my fingers. Still breathing heavily, Mike raised his head and moved it in towards mine. He placed his lips against my welcoming mouth. He moved his hands upwards, cradling my face within them as he deepened the kiss and unleashed his tongue into my mouth.

He pulled away and lovingly smiled at me and said, "Chester, that was amazing."

I grinned at him in return in complete adoration and softly spoke, "Anything for the man I love."

The sound of footsteps could be heard making their way down the hall of the bus. The owner of the footsteps stopped in front of my bunk and knocked on the wall beside the cramped quarters. The rest of the band learned quickly that knocking was necessary unless they wanted to get and eyeful of Mike and I in the throws of passion.

"Yes?" I responded to the knock, pushing the curtain back to see who was calling on us.

"The interview is in about an hour. You probably want to shower up before then," Phoenix spoke.

"Shit, you’re right. We didn’t realize it was so late," I remarked.

Mike joked, "It’s probably not a good idea to show up sweaty and reeking of sex when we divulge our secret love to Rolling Stone. They’ll think that not only are we gay, but we’re sex monkeys too!"

"And you are alluding that you aren’t?" Phoenix quipped.

"Oh, yeah, that’s right!" I countered, making Mike and I both giggle.

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Preparing ourselves for the interview, Mike and I tenderly embraced before exiting the bus.

"I’m so happy we are doing this," I gushed.

"Me too, Babycakes," he replied and kissed me on the cheek.

"Promise you won’t call me that during the interview," I laughed.

"Oh, c’mon! I thought that was cute!"

"You and your silly little nicknames."

"Okay, I promise I won’t call you Babycakes, but I can’t promise I won’t call you Snugglkins."

"You’re a geek."

"And you love it."

"Fortunately for you, I do!"

 

THE END

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