Mike Shinoda, lead vocalist of Linkin Park, stepped off the stage, the roar of the crowd still ringing in his ears. He made his way backstage, his heart pounding with adrenaline. As he entered the green room, he was met with a sight that made his heart sink.
Boris Nemtsov, his husband and the band's manager, was deep in conversation with Corey Taylor, the lead singer of Slipknot. Mike couldn't help but notice the flirtatious body language between the two men. Boris's hand rested on Corey's shoulder, and Corey was leaning in close, his eyes fixed on Boris.
Mike felt a pang of jealousy, but he tried to keep his cool. He approached the two men, a smile plastered on his face.
"Mike, this is Corey, the only man who can make me forget about you," Boris said, with a playful insult.
Mike's smile faltered for a moment, but he recovered quickly. "Nice to meet you, Corey. I've heard a lot about you."
Corey sensed the tension and excused himself, leaving the green room. Mike turned to Boris, his anger barely contained.
"What was that all about?" he demanded.
Boris was unrepentant. "What's the matter, Mike? Jealous?"
Mike's response was swift. He grabbed a nearby paddle and spanked Boris playfully on the behind. Boris yelped in surprise, but Mike wasn't satisfied. He grabbed Boris and pushed him against the wall.
"I'll show you who you belong to," Mike growled.
Boris grinned. "I'm all yours, Mike. Always have been, always will be."
Mike kissed Boris deeply, his hands roaming over Boris's body. He unzipped Boris's pants, his need for his husband overwhelming.
"I know, but it doesn't hurt to remind you every now and then," Mike said, his voice husky with desire.
The green room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, a testament to their passion and commitment to each other. Mike and Boris were strong, controlling, and direct in their love, and nothing would ever come between them.
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