Simply Perfect

By Sloane

The glowing sun trickling in through the bedroom window wakes me. I revel in the warmth of the cozy blankets heated by the shimmering sun. Lazily, I brush the side of the bed with my hand in search of Mike's warm body to snuggle up against. The bed is empty.

Disappointed, I rise and look around the room to see if he his lurking somewhere, anxious to lay my eyes upon his stunning form. As my eyes scan the room and I notice a note pinned neatly to his pillow. I remove it carefully and read:

*~*

Chazy,

I'm so sorry to not be there to hold you in my arms this morning...on Valentine's Day of all days. Joe called and demanded my presence in the studio. I tried to get out of it, but you know how he is when he gets a new idea. Know that you are in my thoughts and I look forward to spending some well deserved alone time with you tonight!

All My Love,

Mike

*~*

I clutch the note tightly to my chest and fall back against my soft pillow in a state of utter adoration. Mike has always been the romantic. And to be honest with you, I can't get enough of it. Every day I fall in love with him all over again. Every day is like the first day we confessed our love for one another. Every touch is like the first touch, sending tingles throughout my entire being.

Sluggishly, I wipe the sleep from my eyes and wonder what he has planned for this evening. He said it was a surprise and that he'd take care of everything. Today is a particularly special day because not only is it Valentine's Day, it marks ten months of our relationship. Everyone scoffed at us when we openly announced our relationship - they said it wouldn't last. They said it was just a `sexual curiosity' phase and that it wouldn't amount to anything. We proved them all wrong. Joe and Brad never cease to whine about how our relationship is so much healthier than the ones with their girlfriends. Brad and Phe are jealous because we, unlike them, are getting laid. Who would have every thought the homosexual relationship in the band would be the measuring stick that the other's would compare their own to - a relationship envied by all.

I get out of bed and make my way down to the kitchen for some coffee - my daily ritual. I admire Mike's works of art that hang on the wall as I descend the stairs of our townhouse. When we were originally decorating our quaint, two bedroom home, Mike allowed me to pick out my favorite works of art of his to adorn the walls. He even encouraged me to hang some of my own, but I am not half the artist that he is and thought they would look out of place.

I pass by the couch in our living room and let my hand idly rub against the back of it, remembering when we bought it and how Mike tried to convince me to `christen' it in the store. What few people know about Mike Shinoda is not only is he a helpless romantic, he's quite possibly the world's biggest pervert. I insisted we wait to `christen' the couch until we got home. We must have spent two days straight on that couch once we got it in here, cuddling, watching movies and music videos and making intense, crazed love to one another.

I walk into the kitchen and pull a can of Chock Full of Nuts coffee out of the refrigerator. Placing it next to the coffee maker I notice my favorite mug is already on the counter. It sits on top of a red napkin beside a large blueberry muffin on a piece of our good china. Beside the plate lies and a single red rose. God, I love Mike.

I smile goofily at the gift he's left me. Removing the filter from the coffee pot I notice fresh grounds inside. Not only did he get me breakfast and a rose, he has the coffee maker all ready to go for me - all I have to do is press `on.'

*~*~*~*~

I spend most of the day waiting in anticipation for Mike to come home. I know he'll be at the studio for a while if he and Joe are working. Mike and Joe are tenacious workaholics. I decide to kill some time online, checking out our message boards and catching up in my slash fiction reading. Mike often wonders where my unrestrained sexual imagination comes from. Little does he know I steal half my moves from stories written about us online. I think the funniest thing about the homoerotic fiction written about Mike and I is that it existed before we even realized our passion for one another. Our fans knew we were gay before we even knew it! Leave it to the LP fans to always be one step ahead.

As I'm reading away, and getting a mighty serious hard-on the doorbell rings. Of course it would have to ring when I'm all worked up. I grab a SPIN magazine that sits beside the computer and make my way to the door. Strategically holding the magazine over the sizeable budge in my pajama bottoms, I open the door.

"Chester Bennington?" The man on the other side of the door asks.

"Yes, that's me," I respond.

"I have a delivery for you. Please sign here and I will get it from the van." He hands me a clipboard and I fumble with it in my hands trying to keep the magazine in place. While the deliveryman goes to his truck I rest the clipboard on the small table by our front door and sign the delivery verification quickly. He returns with an oversized, fuzzy, stuffed monkey.

"Here you go. Happy Valentine's Day!" he speaks handing me the jumbo monkey and removing the clipboard from my hand.

"Thanks!" I say and close the door.

Mike is a fucking nut!

I sit the huge stuffed monkey down on the couch and remove the card that has been pinned to the large red bow around its neck. It reads:

*~*

Hello my little Love Monkey!

I just wanted to let you know I was thinking about you and can't wait to come home and eat your big banana!

The Gorilla Tamer,

Mike

*~*

I giggle hysterically. If Mike only knew my banana was just thinking about him before I was interrupted by the door!

Riding high on a love buzz, I take a shower and anxiously return to the computer to continue to catch up on my reading.

Darkness begins to fall on the day and I hear the doorbell ring again. Fuck! Just when I was thinking about doing something to relieve my throbbing erection! Again, I grab my magazine to conceal my stiffness.

I open the door and see Mike on the other side of it dressed like a policeman. I nearly fall over on the floor and die.

"Hi, I'm looking for Chester Bennington," he says pretending to inspect a pad of paper in his hand in order to get my name correct.

"Yes, sir. I'm Chester," I say, playing along with his little game.

"We've had a few complaints from you neighbors in reference to some loud moaning and screams that

have been heard from your home in the evening hours. May I come in so that we can discuss this further and I can make a determination if an official complaint should be filed?"

"Yes sir, please come in," I respond politely.

"So, Mr. Bennington, can you tell me what all the noise is coming from your apartment in the evenings?" Mike asks, trying to be authoritative.

"Well, Sir, I have to be honest with you...It's my lover. He's a sex fiend. He wants it all the time, and I just have to graciously give in to his every whim and desire."

"You mean to tell me that all of the noise is you and your partner making love?" Mike asks inquisitively.

"Yes sir. I just can't get enough of fucking him...just feeling his rock hard cock inside of me," I say trying to sound innocent.

"Hmm...that's very interesting," he replies putting his notebook down on the coffee table. "So would it be fair to say that you have a ravenous sexual appetite?"

"Ravenous," I respond seductively.

"Well, I think something needs to be done about that," he says and goes over to the CD player to cue up a song. He grabs my arms and pushes me down on the couch next to the enormous stuffed monkey. The magazine I was holding falls to the floor and I hear the CD player begin to blast "A.D.I.D.A.S." by Korn. Naughty Mike!

Mike sits down upon me, straddling my body and begins grinding his hips in time to the music. "Well, I see someone is rather excited already," he says.

"I'm sorry. I just couldn't help myself. I'm a sucker for a man in uniform."

Mike begins to unbutton his shirt, still grinding his groin against mine. I raise my hands to help with the buttons.

"My, someone is awfully eager," he says slightly laughing.

Maintaining my innocent tone I respond, "You're just so fucking hot. I need to see you naked...NOW."

"What if your lover comes home?"

"Oh, don't worry. He won't be home for hours," I reply and begin to work on unfastening his belt and unbuttoning his pants.

"Well, in that case..." he says and lowers his lips to mine. Deeply we kiss, our tongues passionately molesting one another's.

I can feel Mike's stiffness roughly poking into me. Fervently, he grabs my shirt and strips it away from my body. He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls it forcefully backwards, exposing my neck to him. He assaults the soft flesh with kisses, licks and nibbles.

"Oh, god, fuck me!" I exclaim.

He removes his mouth from my neck and yanks off his shirt.

"You want some of this?" he asks.

"Yes, sir."

"You want to feel me inside of you?"

"Yes."

"You want me to fuck the living breath out of your magnificent body?"

"Please," I beg.

Mike stands up and removes his boxers and pants swiftly. He kicks off his shoes, pulls off his socks and frantically pulls my pajama bottoms off of me.

Still standing he hungrily examines my body. "Damn, I love my job," he quips, grabbing the policeman's cap off of his head and throwing it carelessly across the room.

Mike moves his knees back to the couch, keeping his body upright.

"I want you to kiss it before I put it in you." He says stroking his solid manhood.

I look up at him, faking shyness and biting my bottom lip.

"My officer, what a big nightstick you have," I say sweetly shooing his hand away from himself and wrapping my own around the base of his stiffness.

I delicately take him into my mouth, savoring it like a lollypop. Mike drops his head back and lets out a contended sigh.

"God, Chester," he speaks breathily, "you're mouth is like no other."

Feeling himself getting close to climax, he withdraws himself from my mouth.

"But I wasn't finished!" I whine.

"I think you'll be content with what I have for you," he responds.

He reaches down and grabs his pants off of the floor and sticks his hand into his pocket retrieving a small bottle of lubricant. I smile in response to his preparedness.

Mike takes me into his arms and lies me down on my back, pushing the fuzzy monkey to the floor. Impassioned his hands explore my chest and belly. I think how he holds the title of World's Softest Hands.

"You're so beautiful," he speaks lovingly.

Skillfully, he takes hold of my legs and places them over his shoulders. His hands grab my hips and pull me in closer to him. Releasing a small amount of the slick substance on his hands, he reaches down and massages my buttocks. The sensual nature of his touch makes me purr in pleasure.

He lubricates his hand again, this time generously, and slathers the substance onto his erection. He then allows his slick to fingers to gently ease inside of me. He moves them in and out of me leisurely, allowing me to prepare for what is to come.

I watch him as he studies the movement of his fingers and think how sexy it is that he's watching me.

"Mike, I need to feel you," I plea and he looks up into my eyes and smiles that show-stopping grin of his.

Gradually he eases his firmness inside of me.

"Oh, Mike," I gasp.

Tenderly, he maneuvers himself in and out of me. My body shudders in response to the pleasure that only his body can provide. He masterfully finds the precise angle to make my body quiver. He seizes my firmness with one hand while supporting himself with his free hand against the couch. Attentively, he strokes me in conjunction with his own body's movement. I am puddy beneath his touch.

He looks into my eyes and speaks, "Chester, you feel so amazing. Every time is like the first time all over again...you're just so...phenomenal..."

I watch as his eyes fill with tears.

"Chester, I love you," he says, so heartfelt that I nearly feel like I'm going to start bawling out of emotional connectedness. A single tear slithers down his soft, round cheek. Emotionally charged, he increases the pace of his thrusts within me. He erotically grunts each time our bodies make impact.

"Yeah, Mike, fuck me," I implore. "Please...harder."

His eyes glimmer at the sound of my words. I know how much he gets a charge out of dirty talk. He begins to thrust deeper with more rigorous strokes and I revel in every second of it.

While plunging himself into me he glares at my naked body before him. "Damn, Chester...you're such a sexy bitch!" he says in the naughtiest tone I've ever heard. I almost melt into climax right then and there, but hold back to the best of my ability hoping that Mike will later sink his sweltering mouth around my sex.

"Oh, Chester, I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." he says with labored speech and releases a miraculous moan. The expression on his face is the epitome of sexiness. I love watching Mike's face when he comes. I could just video tape him reaching orgasm and play it over and over on a loop all day pleasuring myself.

He drops down on top of me, exhausted, and kisses my cheek, continuing to gently massage me. "I can never get enough of making love to you," he whispers in my ear. Feeling playful I lick the side of his face. I just can't resist his precious cheeks. And, well, his other precious cheeks.

He raises his head and begins dotting my eyebrows with kisses. It is one of my most favorite things in the world. I think eyebrows are an extremely neglected part of the human form. That and the back of my knees, which Mike has been known to lick and nibble. He is a genius when it comes to the art of making out.

After he has paid proper attention to my eyebrows, he moves his lips over to my ear delivering small kisses to my lobe.

"And now I need to taste you my little, sexy bitch," he whispers.

Giddy, I respond "I love it when you call me that!"

He meanders down my torso, drowning me in kisses and licks. His tongue is a paintbrush and I am his canvas. He pays special attention to my sensitive areas on his decent down my body, lavishing my nipples, navel and lower stomach with Shinoda love. My body melts in response to his touch. I am certain his kissing alone could frenzy me to climax.

Delicately, he kisses the tip of my now scorching erection, wetting his lips with the slight wetness it has emitted in response to my excitement. He savors the fluid as if it were expensive after dinner liquor. Erotic moans escape him as he lowers his lips down my shaft.

Gasping, I call out, "Oh, Mikey..."

He secures the base of my hardness with his hand in order to achieve the proper amount of control to drive me into sheer madness. Sinking down further he fully envelops me in his mouth and leisurely returns to the tip. Delicately, yet repetitively, he carries on his activity. My entire body burns with craving and worship. He is the reining king of blowjobs, knocking down those who dare to challenge him with a single lap of his tongue.

Panting, I feel my body's preparation into unadulterated bliss. Uncontrollably my entire body trembles. I know he can sense I am nearing the pinnacle of delight when he looks intently into my eyes. Those chocolate brown eyes of his on me drive me to my breaking point and I flood his sweet mouth with the fluid of my affection.

He moans in pleasure in response to my taste. Mike has always reveled in the flavor of my body's emission.

After feeling properly nourished by my gratification, Mike moves up my body, allowing his hand to gingerly tickle my chest. I raise my head, yearning for his lips on mine. Kindly he appeases me and presses his pillowy lips against my own. Our kiss makes me shudder. I am completely his.

"Mike," I whisper into his mouth. "Let's just stay in tonight..."

"Absolutely!" he beams.

Reluctantly, I pull my mouth away from his and softly speak, "I have something for you!"

"What more could I possibly want?"

"Mmm...how could I not be completely in love with you? I'm quite sure it's impossible!"

"Surly, you jest!" he laughs.

"Wait here, I'll be right back," I say getting up from the couch.

As I run up the stairs he yells, "Hurry back!" to me.

I return with a small, flat box and excitedly place it in his hands.

"Go ahead, open it!" I say with glee.

Carefully, he removes the pink, heart-covered paper and opens the box.

"Oh, Chester!" he exclaims.

"Do you remember that picture?" I ask.

"Yes, of course I do! I was sad because thought it was missing! It's from out first date ten months ago. And the frame - you glued little mementos of that night on it...a ticket stub from the movie, a little umbrella from our drinks afterwards, and look, the lock of your hair that got caught in my car door " he beams.

"You certainly got me into a precarious position that night!" I tease.

"Chester," he speaks, looking at me again with those eyes that could melt any good boy's heart, "This is so special...so thoughtful..."

Tiny tears again begin to form in his eyes. He's always been so emotional. You would never know it the way he tramps about on stage.

"Oh, baby, I love you!" He reaches his arms out and embraces me tightly. "I love you so much," he sobs.

I am giddy in response to his reaction.

He releases me from his squeeze and says, "I have something for you too!"

"You have more form me?" I ask stunned.

"Of course! I haven't given you a proper gift yet."

"Mike, you've given me plenty. These past ten months with you have been gift enough."

"And you say that *I* am the romantic!" he laughs.

He reaches down to his pants on the floor and pulls a small, black velvet box out of his pocket and places it in my hand.

"What's this?" I ask.

"Well, open it!"

I open it and see a single, silver earring with tiny diamond studs in it. Upon closer inspection I notice the tiniest, most precise engraving known to man. It reads, "All My Love."

"It's for your lip!" he gushes.

"Oh my god, Mike. You are simply perfect!"

~THE END~