Oreos for Breakfast: Nick BSB Fiction

Oreos for Breakfast - Chapter 5
By The Paperbag Princess and The Pumpkin Coach

Corresponding KTBPA Message Board Posts (Fictional!)

A car pulled into the driveway and I opened my eyes, blinking against the sunlight. It was a gorgeous day, and I snuggled up against Nick, trying to figure out who was coming to visit. Excited chatter, a deeper voice cutting through the giggles, Jon and Vanessa and the girls. Probably here to go sailing, excellent. Nick would love that.

Oh.

My.

God.

I tried to sit up, but he was wrapped around me like a blanket, his arm over my waist, his leg thrown on top of mine, pulling me against his chest. I could feel the rise and fall of his breathing.

It was glorious. I wanted to wake up like this every morning.

But in the meantime, my nieces were approaching the house, and I had to get out of this room. Biting back giggles, I wiggled away from him, looking down at him for a second when I was free. He was so beautiful, his eyelashes casting shadows on his cheeks.

We were both dressed. I still had my robe on. Nothing happened, we just fell asleep because he was sad and depressed. How did I manage not to ravish him?

"Aunt Rachel!" The girls called in unison as the door opened. Was it my imagination or did everyone in town have a key to this house? No wonder I never locked the doors. I ran out of the room to the landing of the staircase.

"Girlies! What are you doing here?"

"We're gonna go sailing, but first Daddy said you'd make waffles!" They chorused, running up the steps to join me. "Where's Nick?"

"Yeah, you just want the Backstreet Boy, I know what you're up to." Hugging them, I looked over at Jon and Vanessa, unloading bags of stuff from their shoulders.

"Rachel, you don't have to make waffles," Vanessa started, but Jon shot her an injured look.

"Oh yes she does!" He insisted in his best big brother voice. "Rachel knows Grandma's secret, she makes perfect waffles."

"Sounds good," a sleepy voice above me said, and the girls squealed as they noticed Nick. He'd put on sweatpants, thank god, I didn't have to obsess on how his legs were tangled up with mine just a minute ago.

"Nick! Will you come sailing with us today?" Katie asked, and Nick grinned at her.

"Absolutely. I love to sail."

"You can't steer!" Colleen giggled, and he ran down the stairs, grabbing her.

"Hey! That was an accident!" He protested, tickling her. "Darn sea grass."

I laughed. "Don't they mow that stuff?"

"Exactly!" We all laughed, and I looked over to see Jon and Vanessa fixing us with completely blank stares.

"What? They didn't tell you all about their beloved Nick's boating accident a few weeks ago?"

I let the girls tell it as I went into the kitchen and searched for waffle ingredients, smiling as Nick protested, teasing the girls. Vanessa helped, finding the waffle iron and plugging it in as I mixed the batter. Jon and Nick and the girls set the table, talking about sailing and basketball. I couldn't believe that Jon was being so nice to Nick. He never liked my boyfriends.

Then again, Nick wasn't my boyfriend, was he?

"You like him, don't you?" Vanessa asked quietly, catching me watching Nick with the girls.

I concentrated on pouring just the right amount of batter on the waffle iron. "He's way too young for me."

She laughed, getting plates down from the cabinet and coming over so that we could talk without being overheard. "Who cares? He's hot." She did her best Katie eye roll, making me laugh. "If I wasn't married, and he looked at me the way he looks at you? Heh. How many nights has he been sleeping down the hall from you? Or is he still there?"

"Yes, he's down the hall," I hissed before laughing. "Five nights." That many? Man, I had the self control of a fucking saint.

"You're a stronger woman than I, Rachel."

I loved Vanessa. Our eyes met and we burst into giggles, making Jon whine "what?" at us, making us laugh harder. "Are waffles that funny?" He asked, and I smiled at him.

"That's grandma's secret, Jonny. Laughter."

"And eye of newt," Vanessa added.

Did she really sleep with me last night? Did I imagine that? I woke up when she moved away, I guess she did. And nothing happened? I slept through that? Carter, you idiot. You might never get a chance like that again, and you fell asleep?

I could just hear AJ cackling at me.

Watching Rachel laugh with Vanessa was better, and I shook thoughts of AJ out of my head. I loved Rachel's family, they had such fun together. We were going to go sailing today, it was perfect weather, and my melodrama of last night seemed entirely unimportant. Friends was great, it meant days like these, and perfect waffles.

Breakfast was fantastic, I never ate this well on the road. I could hear Marcia from wardrobe chastising me when I got back to the tour. She'd have to let out my pants and get new shirts made, the way Rachel was making me eat!

The girls were assigned to clean up and I ran upstairs to put on my suit and help Jon with the boat. Rachel was coming up the stairs as I was headed down, and we ran into each other.

I slept with her last night. Just slept.

I could tell she was thinking the same thing as our eyes met. We both started talking at the same time and laughed at ourselves. I grinned at her. "That's never happening again unless there's sex involved," I informed her, making her laugh.

"That's a deal," she answered.

"It was nice, though. Thanks." She just nodded, then moved past me to her bedroom. I watched her for a second, then went to help Jon get the boat out of dock.

The door shut behind them and it was suddenly very quiet. Rachel came into the kitchen, smiling when she saw me doing the dishes. "Need some help?"

I shook my head. "No, I'm fine. Go relax."

"You're so good," she teased, stroking my hair as she walked past me to the living room. "I need to keep you around."

I waited until she was out of sight to come undone. Every time she touched me I went crazy. I had no idea how I didn't embarrass myself in front of her family, being near her in that tiny swimsuit today.

We hadn't been alone since we woke up together this morning. What was I going to say to her? What were we going to do? How was I ever going to sleep again without her in my arms?

Maybe I could convince her to sleep with me again tonight. This time I wouldn't miss my chance and fall asleep, maybe if I was careful, she'd be sleepy and let me have my way with her…

Or maybe she'd wake up and scream 'rape'. Jesus, Carter, how stupid are you? You want to trick this woman into sleeping with you?

I amazed myself sometimes, the things that I could come up with.

Alright, short of coercion, what else am I going to do? Last night was horrible, nothing had happened to make tonight any better. I knew I wasn't going to be able to sleep, I'd just lie there and think about her.

I couldn't stay here any longer. I knew I'd still be obsessed with her if I was across the country, but at least she wouldn't be right in front of me. Across the country, there would be other girls to fill my bed.

One phone call, I could probably be out of here in an hour. A car could come get me and I could be on a plane tonight. I'd go join up with Aaron's tour, Mom would love that.

And how do I explain to Rachel why I suddenly have to be away from here?

I put the last dish in the drainer and stood there for a moment considering it.

Be a man, Carter. Don't sneak out of here like a pussy. Go in there and just do it, talk to her, tell her how you feel. What's the worst that could happen? She'll reject you? Been there, done that.

Taking a deep breath, I went into the living room. She was curled up in her favorite chair, flipping through a magazine. She looked up at me when I came into the room and smiled. God, I loved her smile.

"The sunset is really pretty. Will you walk out to the Point with me?"

His voice was quiet, almost shy, and he looked so sad. What had happened between washing the dishes and now? AJ? Homesick?

Me. I knew it was me, all day, I'd been catching him looking at me. I could feel him not touching me, he'd reach out and then stop himself.

God, Nick, don't make me do this. Why isn't friends good enough? We were doing okay up until now, weren't we?

"Sure," I told him. Better to do it than avoid the subject.

We were quiet as we walked out of the house and down the hill. I stumbled and he caught me, but then looked away as he let me go just as quickly.

Nick, don't make me hurt you. It kills me to see that look in your eyes, don't ask me the questions I see there. I can't do this. I can't be with you, there are so many reasons not to. It will be better next week. You'll go home and I'll go back on tour. Then we can go back to flirty emails and seeing each other once in a while. I liked it that way; it was much less dangerous than having him here in front of me looking sad like a lost child. I just wanted to wrap him in my arms and make him feel better, assure him that everything was going to be okay.

We walked for a while, picking up stones to skip across the surface of the quiet water, a game we'd been playing all week. He had one skip six times before sinking, and I grinned at him. "You win."

He smiled back. "What do I win?"

I glanced around the sand, not able to look at him.

Rachel, who are you kidding? There are so many reasons not to do this, but you want to as much as he does. Probably more.

I found an orange colored shell and held it out to him. "Almost the color of the sunset."

He took my hand, pulling me closer to him. "I will keep it forever. It will remind me of you."

I couldn't look away from his eyes, no matter how much I wanted to. "Once you're back to real life, you'll forget all about this, Nick."

He didn't let me go as a small smile passed over his lips, "Or I will start writing sappy boy band ballads about the older woman who wouldn't let me love her. All the fans will find it terrifically interesting and there will be websites to figure out who the mystery woman is, and why the shell necklace, and will poor Nick ever find love again?"

My breath caught in my throat as I looked up at him, his hair falling into his eyes and he smiled down at me. I shut my eyes, and he let me go, stepping away from me, our light teasing a thing of the past.

"I can't do this anymore, Rache."

Damnit. I looked at him, he was staring out at the ocean, the breeze blowing his hair back from his face. His nose was sunburnt from being out in the boat today. I smiled at the memory. He was so good with the girls and my family. Jeremy and Damon had never understood how important my family was to me, but this one did.

God, why did he have to be so beautiful?

"Do what?"

"I'm crazy about you. Just absolutely out of my head with wanting you. I can't do this, I can't just be friends. I tried, and it's great… " He turned, moving closer to me. "It's amazing. Thank you so much for this week, I love it here. But… but it's not enough, Rache."

"Nick," I started, and he stepped closer to me, taking my hands.

"It's not just me, is it?" He asked quietly, and I shook my head. "I know I'm young, and stupid, and there are a million reasons not to do this. But this is not just me. It can't be that one-sided." His voice trailed off as his eyes searched mine.

"Nick, we're just going to hurt one another."

"Or for the rest of our lives, we'll regret that nothing ever happened."

I started to say something, then stopped, blinking up at him. I tried so hard not to have regrets. I had so regretted moving to London to be with Damon and disappointing my father, until Mom sat me down and told me to stop. How was I to know that something that terrible would have happened? Better to regret a few weeks with my dad, when I'd had a lifetime, than always wonder what might have happened with Damon.

What if I died tomorrow, wouldn't it be better to have one night with this man than none? So what if it doesn't last, so what if he's going to be bored with me soon enough? That never stopped me from dating any other men.

What kind of fool was I?

I held my breath, afraid to move. I could see her considering my words, and finally she smiled at me slowly.

"I hear it's better to regret something you have done than something you haven't."

I pulled her towards me carefully, afraid she'd pull away, "Words to live by?"

"Definitely." Standing on tip-toe, she kissed me gently, moving away with a grin. "Oh, little man, I don't know that you have any idea what we're getting into."

I cupped her pretty face in my hands, running my thumbs lightly over her cheeks, savoring the feel of her soft skin. I was almost unable to believe that she was letting me touch her. She just stood there and smiled at me, her eyes never leaving mine. "You have no idea how many nights I have laid awake dreaming of this."

Her face softened. "Oh, just as many as I have."

I bent down and kissed her softly, whimpering when her tongue met mine. I wasn't even sure what to do next. "I'm not gonna break, Nick. Kiss me back." She breathed in the space between us.

Smiling, I kissed her forehead, her nose, her cheekbones, making her giggle. "You're not gonna stop me this time? Promise?"

"Swear. I fully intend to shag you senseless this evening."

I pulled her against my body, wrapping my arms around her. She fit so well here, her body flush against mine. I felt like I was going to jump out of my skin with wanting her. "Can we start right now?" I whispered in her ear and she giggled. God, I loved that sound. My mind was racing, suddenly overwhelmed with the thought of making love to her. Seeing her naked. Tracing her tattoos with my tongue. Is she half as good as my fantasies of her?

She laughed, shaking her head. "Way too rocky. Let's go back to the house. Besides, I have a tour's worth of condoms there."

"We'll go through them tonight."

She flashed me a sexy grin. "Pretty sure of that, are you?"

He gave me a grin that made my knees melt. I loved him smiling. I'd do practically anything to make him keep looking at me that way. "I'm in my sexual prime, old lady," he laughed.

I danced out of his arms as he tried to kiss me again. Much more of this and I would let him make love to me right here on this rocky beach. "There will be no old lady jokes. Just you remember that women hit their prime in their 30s, I'm just getting better."

He caught me two steps down the beach, pulling me back against his chest. "I don't doubt it. Now, don't run away. I'm not letting go of you ever again."

I stood there a second, loving the way his arms felt around me. Savoring the feel of his lips on me as he bent down and kissed my shoulder, letting his tongue glide along my skin. His touch sent shivers down my spine. "Oh, look at the sunset, baby," I breathed. It was amazing, purple and orange. Was this a particularly impressive sunset, or was it colored by the man with me?

"Wow," he sighed, leaning his chin on my shoulder. We were both still for a moment, watching the colors and being near one another. Finally the sun slid behind the horizon and he kissed me. I turned around in his arms, reaching up to run my fingers through his hair.

"Alright, we need to go inside now," I said, catching my breath. "What, a month of foreplay?"

He grinned, taking my hand and starting to run back to the house. Laughing, we raced, and I only won because I knew a shortcut up the hill. He stumbled up the steps and onto the deck after me, reaching out to grab me, and I stepped out of his reach. "What do I win?" I teased.

He threw open his arms. "Me."

"Excellent…" I said, moving over to him again.

He brushed the hair away from my face, the most delightful smile on his lips. "A half hour ago, I didn't imagine this would be happening. I thought I'd be leaving."

I shook my head. "I wouldn't make you leave."

"I would have anyway."

He started to kiss me again and I moved away. "Was it that bad?"

He nodded, solemnly. "It was really difficult to sleep across the hall from you, Rache."

I wrapped my arms around his neck, smiling up at him. "And I thought it was just me."

We grinned at one another like idiots. Oh man, this was gonna be bad. I could tell. I pushed all rational thoughts out of my brain and pulled him back down to me, biting playfully on his lip as our mouths met. He moaned into my open mouth and pulled me into him and I could feel his erection through my jeans.

I ran my hand down his chest slowly as he explored my mouth, then snaked my hand into the front of his jeans, taking him into my hand. I felt his whole body relax and he sucked on my tongue lightly as I stroked him slowly. I laughed quietly as I remembered what Frank said before he left… definitely more than a handful. Nick groaned and pulled away, looking down at me with his eyes half open.

"You're not supposed to laugh when you do that, Rache."

His whiny voice just made me want to laugh harder and I bit my lip to stop myself. "Sorry, darlin'. It's just…" I couldn't even go on, he had such a petulant look on his face.

He pulled my hand out of his jeans, interlacing his fingers with mine. He brought my hand up to his mouth and slowly started kissing my fingertips, stopping to suck one of them into his mouth. As he twirled his tongue around my finger, I gasped, closing my eyes. Damn, I wanted to feel his mouth on every inch of me. I held onto his waist for support, grinding my hips into his and wrapping my leg around his, trying to be closer to him.

"That's better, baby." His mouth was right next to my ear, making me jump. He laughed that sexy little laugh of his that made me come unglued.

"I'm not going to be able to stay standing, Nick." I sighed as his tongue traced tiny circles behind my ear. I could feel him grin as he finally pulled open the door and led me inside.

We stepped inside the house and she stopped abruptly. I turned back to her, my heart racing. Jesus, Rache you can't be having second thoughts now. Please please please don't do this.

My worry must have shown in my face because she pulled me back to her quickly, "Oh, baby, stop that pouting. I'm right here." She teased and I felt my body relax as she ran her fingers through my hair, her strong hands massaging my temples slowly. I'd stand here all day if she'd just continue touching me. I didn't care where. She had amazing hands.

I dipped my head down to her mouth and kissed her again, but this time she was the one devouring me, her tongue exploring my mouth and her hands holding me still. Finally we pulled apart, "I've never brought anyone here, Nick."

I pulled away from her slowly so I could see her face. What did she mean? "No one? Not even Jeremy?"

She shook her head, "It was Dad's house when I was with Jeremy. We recorded here, but that was different." She took a deep breath and I felt my heart stop as I waited for her to continue. I didn't want to talk about Jeremy or Damon, I didn't want to think about how they'd hurt her or think about how she was comparing me to them. I wanted to be her first. I didn't want anyone else to count.

"I'm not going to do that, Rache."

She looked up at me questioningly, "What?"

"Hurt you like that. Either of them. My god, Rache, whatever you want, it's yours."

She smiled at me. That 'silly boy you don't know what's best for you' smile that she gave me so often. I pulled her back to me, breathing in her scent as I buried my face in her hair. "I'm serious, Rache. Please don't compare me to them."

I felt her stiffen, "Sorry."

I pulled away from her, "Don't be. Just let me make love to you. Let me love you."

She smiled at me, her entire mood changing quickly, "Race you to the bedroom?"

But she didn't wait for an answer as she turned and sprinted through the kitchen, pulling her shirt up over her head, as if I needed any coaxing to follow her.

I caught up to her on the stairs, pulling her back into my arms and trying to pick her up. She squealed as her feet left the stairs and I stumbled up them, catching myself as I fell into the wall, "NICK!"

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna drop you, Rache."

She narrowed her eyes, staring at me, "Just our luck, you would and I'd spend all night in the emergency room with a broken wrist or something."

"Then I could take care of you," he murmured as he laid me down on the bed and his lips found mine again.

I pulled him onto the bed with me and sat up, breaking our kiss. He looked at me questioningly, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing. I just wanted…" The words caught in my throat. What? I just wanted to slow down? How silly did that sound? We'd waited a month, been teasing each other and trying to stifle the sexual tension and now I didn't want it to all be over. What if it was just about the chase? What if he got off, rolled over and lost interest?

"What, baby?" He ran his fingers through my hair and ended up getting them tangled in my curls. I smiled at him. How did we suddenly go from just being Rachel and Nick to "baby"?

"Ow," I laughed as he pulled my hair, trying to extract his fingers from my curls. "Nick… you need to learn a little patience."

I pulled his hands free and he looked away from me. I put my finger under his chin, lifting his head back up, "It's okay. I can teach you patience, little man. We have all night."

He smiled as I pulled on his t-shirt and he helped me lift it over his head. We'd been together all day wearing just bathing suits on the boat, but seeing him here on my bed made me gasp. I leaned forward and kissed his shoulder, letting my lips linger on his skin as my tongue traced the sun tattoo there. I savored the salty taste of his skin and shuddered as he expertly unclasped my bra and pulled it off.

He pulled me against him, our chests meeting and I could feel the heat radiating off his skin. My lips traced a path from his shoulder to his neck and he sighed as I sucked gently on the soft flesh there, feeling his pulse in my mouth. He wrapped his arms around my waist and his fingers slid over the spiral tattoo on my lower back.

"Jesus, Nick," I moaned against his neck as he touched me.

I felt him smile, "Sensitive there?"

"You have no idea. Kiss me?" I pulled away and he leaned over, pushing me gently down across his lap so he could run his tongue down my spine then around my tattoo, making me shudder. I arched my back as his teeth raked across my skin. Without stopping, he reached around to unbutton my jeans. Instead of pulling them off, though, he ran his hand over my stomach as if he was satisfied just to be near me, just to touch me.

She sighed contentedly as I continued to kiss her back and started to stroke her stomach. Slowly I kissed my way around her waist and pushed her back down on the bed so I could trace her other tattoo. All week I had been imagining how she would feel underneath me, trying to remember what her tattoos looked like. I opened my eyes and looked up at her as she ran her hands through my hair, holding me against her as my tongue darted into her belly button. She moaned loudly, writhing on the bed and I shivered even though I could feel the heat coming off our bodies.

AJ was so right, she was too much woman for me. How long had we been kissing, still wearing most of our clothes? I loved hearing her moan and sigh and move against me as I explored her with my tongue and my hands. I never wanted this part to end. I felt my erection straining against my jeans, but I ignored it, content to listen to her moan as I finally captured one of her nipples in my mouth.

"God, Nick. Your mouth feels so good on me. Your tongue…" She stopped making sense and groaned loudly as my tongue swirled around her nipple and I bit down gently, "Harder… baby, do that harder."

I loved hearing her instruct me, telling me what she liked and knowing that I was making her feel good. I wanted to fuck all the memories of her other lovers out of her body. Just thinking about her lying in bed with someone else made me come unglued and I pushed my hips against her as my mouth crashed against hers again.

She responded in-kind, pushing me onto my back and straddling my hips. Bending down to me, her hair fell forward, enveloping us, and I breathed in her scent.

"You are so hard, Nick," she whispered as she moved her hips over mine, rubbing me through my jeans.

"Rache… if you keep doing that I don't know how much longer I can hold on."

She smiled against my lips and reached down, unbuttoning my jeans and then slowly eased them down over my hips. I held my breath as she freed me, waiting for her to say or do something. Anything.

I knelt on the edge of the bed and pulled his jeans off and then stopped to stare down at him, drinking him in with my eyes. The cute one was laying here naked on my bed. God, he was more beautiful than I imagined and I ached to feel him next to me again. Quickly I stepped out of my remaining clothes and he lifted his head, pouting up at me.

"Rache…"

"What, baby?" I sighed as I fell back on top of him.

"That was my job," he whined and I couldn't help but laugh. He sounded so earnest.

"Oh, bunny, there will be plenty of opportunities for you to rip my clothes off," I laughed as he pinned me on my back, his body covering me and his mouth finding the spot on my neck that made me moan the loudest. Oh, god, let there be lots of opportunities for us to replay this evening. Please.

"I dunno, Rache. I may never let you out of this bed again," he smiled down at me and rubbed his cock against me, letting the tip slide into me slightly and tease my clit before withdrawing quickly. I was so wet and he felt so good sliding against me. I pushed my hips up to meet him and he slid in fully, catching me by surprise and making me gasp.

"Stop! Shit." I tried to catch my breath as he pulled back quickly, confused.

I rolled out from under him, rummaging in the drawer by the bed. I know I put the condoms somewhere in this room, I figured I should be prepared if I lost my willpower and ravished him. Right? Or did I just think of doing that?

"I saw you buy them, Rache." He leaned over me, brushing my hair to one side so he could kiss the back of my neck. I stopped moving and let him kiss me for a moment. "God, that made me so jealous."

I turned around in his arms, "Jealous?"

He nodded, "I didn't think I'd get to use them with you. God, Rache, I didn't want to think that anyone else would."

I smiled up at him, cupping his face in my hands and kissing him, I sighed as he opened his mouth to me and our tongues met again. Finally he let me go and rolled over onto his back.

"Oh, baby, we'll use a whole tour's worth of condoms, don't worry."

He looked at me hopefully, "Promise?"

I smiled and opened the second drawer and found them. I threw the whole box to him and he ripped it open in one movement. He took one out and held it up. I crawled over to him and took it out of his hands, quickly ripping the wrapper open. I looked up at him as I knelt next to him and bent down, running my tongue slowly along the tip of his cock, smiling as his eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned loudly.

"Rache… god, your mouth feels so good. So warm…" He ran his fingers through my hair again, slowly this time, and I took him into my mouth fully, pressing my tongue firmly against his vein and making him lift his hips to meet me.

After a few minutes, he pulled me back up to his mouth and kissed me, taking the condom back and rolling it on as he explored my mouth with his tongue. He pulled away with a sigh. "I want to be inside you, Rache. Please," he whispered.

She smiled up at me, "I thought you'd never ask, baby." She laughed as she straddled my hips again. She took me in her hands, positioning me at her opening and then leaned forward and snaked her tongue inside my mouth slowly as she lowered herself onto me.

She gasped as her hips came back in contact with mine and I thrust up against her, entering her fully. She threw her head back and I put my hands on her hips, guiding her against me.

Slowly she started to move against me and I thought I was going to come right there. She felt so good around me, I couldn't believe I was actually making love to her. She was letting me touch her, kiss her, explore every part of her.

I pulled her back against my chest, wrapping my arms around her and holding her tightly to me as I felt her shudder around me. "Oh, Nick," she screamed before sucking hungrily on my earlobe as she quickened her pace. "You feel so good inside me, baby. Do you feel it?"

I couldn't even form words, I just nodded against her shoulder. If I spoke now, I'd tell her I loved her. I could hear that voice in the back of my head and I knew it was too soon. This was sex, not love. But god, it was amazing sex.

Chapter 6...

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