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Leon stared the hotel door down. Was he really doing this? His palms grew sweaty as he raised his fist to knock on the door, only to lower it in uncertainty. He must’ve repeated this a half a dozen times before he decided to finally knock. He was committed now, there was no going back. With a deep cleansing breath, he tried to clear his mind as he thought of how he got here.
He was on fire that night. Directly responsible for two goals and helping set up an additional three, it was the kind of night that made football thrilling.
But there was something that kept catching his eye. More specifically, two someone’s. There, just beyond the goal, were two men. Both looked to be in their late thirties to early forties. The first was a man who’s face was all angles. His hair was cut short and his black framed glasses only highlighted his dark eyes. The most noticeable thing about him was the numerous tattoos that adorned his body, with blue flames encircling his wrists. The second man looked to be of some vague Asian descent. His black hair was done in a neat coif and while his companion was clean shaven, he had a neat goatee. His arm was casually resting behind his friend’s back in a way that could be interpreted as friendly or romantic.
Leon nearly tripped over the ball as it struck him who these men were. Chester Bennington and Mike Shinoda, the front men of Linkin Park. He had been a fan of theirs as long as he could remember and had recalled that they would be in the city for a concert the next day. He had wanted to get tickets, but was unable to with a prior commitment with the club.
Leon tried to play as normal the rest of the match, but every time he looked, there they were, looking at him. At first he thought it a coincidence, but they’d keep their eyes on him even when he didn’t have the ball. And every once in a while they’d point at him and whisper to one another.
It was driving him mad.
The game was over all too quickly, with Bayern coming out on top. Müller lifted him up high in victory, the older man smiling wildly. Harry was ecstatic as they embraced in the locker room. All too soon the sound of Coach Tuchel clearing his throat broke through their celebrations and Leon found himself staring at Chester and Mike. The two were standing behind the coach, and it was all too clear to Leon that they were staring at him. Coach Tuchel congratulated them on a job well done and introduced Chester and Mike to the team.
“They were really impressed with your performance and wanted to meet all of you.” Coach explained as Chester and Mike shook everyone’s hand one by one. Chester’s grip was stronger than he anticipated, and Mike’s lingered just a hair longer than what was normal.
And in his hand after shaking Mike’s was a small piece of paper. “Sofitel Munich Bayerpost, room 205, 8pm” it read.
The door opened, snapping Leon out of his thoughts. Chester was shirtless, his jeans sitting low on his hips. His tattoos practically glowed in the dim lighting, contrasting sharply against his pale skin. He smiled and stepped to the side.
“Great to see you Leon, Mike was starting to wonder if you’d come. Shall we?” Taking a deep breath, Leon nodded and stepped inside.
The room was luxurious with a large marble bathroom and a full living room. There were even stairs leading up to what he assumed was a lofted bedroom. As they stood at the stair Chester turned in one smooth motion and smiled.
“I assume you know why we asked you here?” He asked as he circled around Leon. He felt small, even though he had a good four inches on Chester. “Mike likes you and I’m inclined to agree with what he sees in you.” Leon swallowed, his throat suddenly felt dry. Chester raised a hand and let it glide alongside Leon’s jawline. The older man smirked in appreciation. “He always did have an eye for the finer things in life.” Chester said as he grew closer to Leon. The footballer’s breath hitched as Chester came to a hair’s breadth from his lips.
“Do you want this?” Chester whispered. Leon’s body acted without his control as blood rushed to his nether region and he said one word,
“Yes.”
“Excellent.” Chester said as he closed the gap and captured Leon’s lips in a fiery embrace. All too quickly it devolved into tongues and teeth as they made their way up the stairs, with Leon and Chester’s clothing being left behind as a trail.
Upstairs was a large king sized bed that Chester lightly pushed Leon onto. Leon quickly sat up in the edge of the bed and Chester sat himself into Leon’s lap, resuming his teasing kisses that were starting to migrate from his lips to the underside of his jaw. Chester’s hands wrapped themselves loosely around his shoulders as he nipped his ears. Leon groaned as he felt a pair of hands grasp his member and it took him a second to realize their were
three
hands on him.
“Getting started without me already?” Mike whispered behind him as he began to stroke Leon. The younger man groaned as Mike found a sensitive spot just under the head of his cock. “See Ches, I told you he’d be fun.” Chester nodded as he bit under Leon’s ear, sending shockwaves down Leon’s spine.
“I guess the next question is how does he want us?” Mike asked as he increased his strokes, and at this rate Leon wouldn’t last much longer. “Does he want one of us or both?”
“Both.” Leon responded all too quickly, his words coming out in pants. “But I want Chester.”
He could feel the older men grin against him at his desires.
“Well, how can I say no to that?” Chester said as he stood up with one final soul snatching kiss. Mike continued to stroke Leon from behind, his own erection starting to become more noticeable as Leon realized that it would soon be in him. Chester opened a drawer next to the bed and took out a small bottle of lubricant.
“You’ll love this,” Mike whispered into Leon’s ear as Chester covered his fingers with the slick substance, “he loves people watching him, on and off the stage. Always a performer, straight to his core. Now enjoy the show.”
And enjoy he did as he watched breathlessly as Chester fingered himself open for Leon. It was something he couldn’t take his eyes off of, even if he tried. Every movement Chester made was deliberate as he circled himself with one finger, his other hand busy working his way down his body. Leon found himself fascinated at how Chester took his time, whenever Leon touched himself it was more of a chore, something to get over with so he could go about the rest of his day.
But Chester took his time, circling himself while pinching a nipple. He worked his way down his body, his movements slow and calculating as he took time in his pleasure. It made Leon grow more desperate by the time Chester finally slid a finger into himself, his back arching off the bed in arousal. Chester’s other hand finally took his own dick into his hand as he began to stroke himself, and Mike was all too quick to match his movements with Leon.
“How’s that feel Ches?” Mike asked, his breath against Leon’s ear. “You better hurry, I don’t think our friend can wait much longer.” Mike was right, Leon was a mess. Precum was leaking out of him like a broken faucet, and he was starting to moan uncontrollably as he felt Mike rub against the cleft of his ass.
“Excellence takes time Mikey,” Chester teased as he added a second finger, his breath hitching in his teeth, “but for him, I guess I can make an exception.” A third finger was soon added, and how could Leon be this close without any actual penetration? “Okay, I’m ready.”
The bottle of lubrication was passed to Mike, who all too quickly prepared Leon for Chester.
“You ready?” They asked.
“Yes.” Leon replied.
He took his time entering Chester, the rockstar glowing in the lighting. His eyes were clenched shut as Leon bottomed out and his breathing grew harder as he waited for Chester to adjust to him. From behind he felt a slick finger circle his own entrance and Leon forced himself to stay still as Mike stretched him open.
“We’re gonna make you feel so good.” Mike said lowly into his ear as a second finger joined. “How does he feel, Ches?”
Chester writhed under Leon, panting and a whine escaped in the back of his throat. “Good.” He managed to get out. “Really good.”
Leon felt Mike remove his fingers, he felt empty for a moment, before something much larger than fingers awaited at his entrance.
“Just breathe.” Mike said as he started to push. Leon did his best to breathe through the discomfort. He felt Chester take one of his hands into his and the older man’s thumb rubbed against him.
“He’s gonna make you feel so good,” Chester promised as Mike sheathed himself fully into Leon. He felt fuller than he had ever thought possible as his breathing came out in pants through his teeth. “Well go when you’re ready.”
Leon took a moment to adjust himself. Chester was tight and hot around him, gripping him like a second skin. And Mike was large and filled him in a way that was damn near perfect with how the head of his cock brushed up against something inside of him. Taking one more deep breath, Leon captured Chester’s lips in a passionate kiss. Their tongues orbited around one another and when they broke away Leon knew it was time.
“I’m ready.” He said.
Mike moved first, his movements shallow and cautious. His thrusts passed on to Leon, his own hips mirroring Mike’s as he pushed into Chester. The frontman arched under Leon’s touch and his legs began to flail as he tried to hook his ankles behind Leon’s back. Leon grabbed Chester by his calves and lifted his legs up, sending him deeper into the older man. The slight adjustment must have done something wonderful to Chester as his eyes shot open and he moaned at the top of his lungs.
“Looks like you found it,” Mike said as his own thrusts began to increase in tempo, sending Leon further into Chester, “he gets so loud when we fuck, it’s starting to get to be a problem on stage.”
“You love it.” Chester teased before his eyes rolled back as Leon hooked his hand around Chester’s thigh and began stroking him, “Oh fuck, right there!”
Leon didn’t know how much longer he could keep this up. Every so often Mike would hit something inside of him that sent stars in his eyes and static down his nerves. And Chester would pulse and tighten around him as he contorted beneath him. Leon began to increase the speed of his strokes as he admitted,
“I saw you both perform when I was a teen. Munich, 2008. From the moment I saw you two on stage I was captivated.” Chester couldn’t stop moaning, he sounded like he would start screaming any second now. Mike was silent except for some soft grunts in Leon’s ears. “Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I’d see you again. But I’ve thought about you both since that night. Of what I would do. It’s better than I ever thought it could be.”
With a scream that nearly deafened Leon, Chester erupted, spilling himself on his abdomen and Leon’s hand. The clenching and spasms around Leon’s member caused him to short circuit and see white as he couldn’t resist holding back anymore, emptying himself into Chester with a shudder.
Mike continued with his own thrusts, his dick driving into Leon relentlessly. With a smooth motion, Chester extracted himself from Leon and the footballer found himself face first into the mattress, his ass in the air and Mike gripping his hips harder than ever as he impaled him.
“That’s it Mikey, give it to him,” Chester said breathlessly, “he’s so perfect, you chose just right babe, now come for us.”
Leon felt Mike thrust harder than ever before as the older man bent forward and grunted loudly in his ear. Leon felt boneless as the older man collapsed beside him and felt hollow as Mike left his body. Rolling on his back he felt Chester curl up against him on his right, and Mike on his left.
“So you thought about us, huh?” Chester teased him as he threw one of his legs over Leon’s. Leon blushed at his confession being brought up.
“Well, yeah. I mean, I was like thirteen when I saw you perform and you came out without a shirt on and it woke something up in me.” He said and wondered if he could smother himself with a pillow to escape the embarrassment. Mike roared in laughter and Chester soon joined.
“Stay the night?” Chester asked with a yawn as he curled his head into the crook of Leon’s arm. He was softly snoring before Leon could answer, and Mike not long after.
Well, how could he possibly leave now?