Oreos for Breakfast: Nick BSB Fiction

Oreos for Breakfast
By The Paperbag Princess and The Pumpkin Coach

I took another sip of my wine and watched Nick through the window as he talked on his phone. Well, he was mostly listening and from the look on his face he didn't like what Frank was telling him.

"Rachel?"

I turned back to James who was standing on the edge of the deck, watching me. God, I must look like a lovesick teenager. I smiled up at him, trying not to blush.

"Please don't…"

"Don't what?"

"Tell me what a dumb thing this is," I glanced back at Nick. He was talking again, though I couldn't hear him with the tide coming in on the rocks. "Nick and me."

James shrugged, acting all innocent and took a drag on his cigarette.

"Come on! I know you better than that. You're dying to give me advice. Funny, I don't see a cute boy staying at your house!"

He smiled, "I'm more discriminating, darling."

"Fickle is more like it! Come on, what's it been… two years since Michael and you split? Isn't it time you started looking?" His stare tore through me and I stopped talking. Okay, James' ex-boyfriends were apparently not up for discussion today.

"We weren't talking about me, Rache."

"No, but I'm finding it an infinitely more fascinating topic!" I teased.

He stubbed out his cigarette on the railing and held out a hand to me. "Come on. Think boy wonder will live without you for 20 minutes if we walk down to the point?"

"Dunno. Could be an experiment." I couldn't help but look back at the house as James led me down the steps to the rocks below. Nick and I hadn't been apart for days now, I almost hated to let him out of my sight. Man, I was far gone.

James put an arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer to him as we walked along the water. The sun was just starting to go down and the air blowing off the bay was cool.

"I love this time of day here," he sighed, looking out at the water.

"Me too," I smiled, resting my head on his chest as we walked. "I don't know what I'd do without this. You. The house. My own place to go and think."

"We're pretty lucky, you know."

I put my arm around James' waist and gave him a quick hug as we stopped walking, "I tell myself that when I'm feeling particularly overwrought."

"You do that well."

I smiled up at him, "Just call me drama queen." He was right. I was really good at talking myself into a melodramatic frenzy. Too many years with Jeremy, I suppose. Our relationship had thrived on melodrama and backstabbing. I shivered, not knowing whether it was the breeze off the bay or the memory of what it had been like with Jeremy.

Nick wouldn't be that way, would he? I'd been forcing myself not to compare Nick to Jeremy or Damon. Probably because I knew they were more similar than I wanted to think. But this wasn't serious. No need to start comparing them now. This was fun. Summer fling. Great sex with a boy that adored me. He'd get bored as soon as they started touring again next month. Until then, what was wrong with some harmless fun?

"Penny for your thoughts, Rache."

When did he sit down? I fell next to him and instinctively started looking for flat rocks to skim across the water.

"It's only been a few days, can't I avoid over analyzing this one? Please?" I pleaded over at him and he smiled, picking up a rock and flinging it out, making it skip twice before it sank.

He looked over at me and shrugged, "Hard to skip when the tide is coming in."

"Yeah, right. You're just losing your edge." I threw my rock, making it skip three times before it fell into the water. I turned, flashing him a cheesy grin.

We were quiet for a while, watching the tide. Finally James broke the silence. I knew I had to let him talk and get it out of his system. He was my best friend and that's what best friends do, right… give you unsolicited advice on your love life? Lord knows I'd had my share of similar talks with James. Although with James, they usually happened over 3 bottles of wine at 2am.

Nick wouldn't be on the phone with Frank for long and he'd be down here looking for us. I was fighting the urge to go back to the house myself. It had only been a couple of days and I didn't have him anywhere near out of my system yet. My mind kept wandering to thoughts of what we'd do as soon as James left. Kitchen definitely. We hadn't had sex in the kitchen yet.

"What's going on, Rachel?"

"We're watching a beautiful sunset and I'm thinking of ways I can ravish the blond god once you are out of sight," I smiled at him.

He gave me that disapproving James look that I knew so well.

"Okay, you're not letting me joke my way out of this are you?"

"No."

"I don't know, James." I whined, forcing him to smile. "God, it's only been a few days. I'm a little obsessed with him. Hell, you've known that for ages. We have a mutual crush. It'll run its course, they'll start touring and that'll be it. A nice footnote to tell the grandchildren about."

"Did I ever tell you about the summer your grandma bagged a Backstreet Boy? Oh, great bedtime story!"

"Okay, when the crush is over, I promise I will set my sights on a boring stockbroker in the city. We will be engaged for a year and have 2.4 children and spend summers on the Cape. Okay?"

"Rache, this is not a crush. You think this is just a casual fling?"

I bit my lip as he stared down at me. No. I didn't think it was just a crush. Already I felt myself falling - the water was practically over my shoulders. I wasn't in completely over my head yet, but I was getting close. I couldn't tell James that. Not even James.

I looked into his eyes. Fuck. He knew. Of course he knew. It was James. Half the time he knew what I was thinking before I did.

"Sure. It's casual. Come on, James, like King Boy Toy is gonna want to seriously date me? Please! We'll go on tour; he'll go do secret boy band things. We'll have this really great summer fling with lots of sex. Can we talk about the sex? You wanna hear about the sex, I know you do…" I crashed my shoulder into his and he laughed.

"Oh, that's tempting…" He considered me and then shook his head, "No, not until you tell me what you're really feeling."

My face fell as I considered the pile of rocks sitting between my outstretched legs. I took one from the top and whole pile fell. "More fragile than that," I whispered.

And I did. The thought that in two days I'd be back to just being Rachel, fighting with Jeremy and traveling from show to show… and that Nick would be pulled back into Backstreet land. Even with the addition of a tour manager and the ever-coveted shiny new tour bus, it was almost more than I could imagine. Right now I just wanted to run back to the house, lock all the doors and not come out. I wanted him to keep looking at me with that besotted look in his eyes and stop moving when we were having sex just so he could stare down at me like he'd never seen or felt anything like me before. God, what woman didn't want that just once in her life? The thought took my breath away.

"I like him, James. Really. A lot."

James put his arm around me and I leaned against him, resting my head against his chest. He ran his fingers through my hair and I tried to breathe, concentrating on the beat of his heart and the sound of the ocean around us.

"I know, Rache. I think he feels the same way. That's what concerns me."

"How do you know what he feels?"

"I see him looking at you. I knew it when you'd tell me that you would stay up most nights talking to him or emailing him. It might have started out as a crush, but I think it's more than that for him."

I shook my head, "I'm a distraction from all this chaos in his life. He needed a friend and someplace to disappear to."

"You mean if I'd taken him in I could have had the hot Backstreet Boy in my bed?" He teased and I punched him in the stomach playfully.

"Mine! Hands off you evil, evil little man!"

"Alright! Quit beating me up, already."

"You are such a wimp, James!"

He shot me his best James 'duh' look and I laughed.

"I don't know. I'm not going to drop everything and go running off to play house on the tour bus, if that's what you're thinking."

He shook his head, "I know you won't, but will he want you to? I mean, once their tour starts again, you aren't going to see much of each other, right? What about our tour? Do you want him to come with?"

I hadn't even considered that. In fact, I hadn't considered much about what happened the day after tomorrow. We certainly hadn't talked about it. The last thing either of us wanted was to break the spell that was wrapped around us, keeping the rest of the world out.

I sighed, not looking at James. "Yeah. I want him to come."

James skipped a few more stones badly before answering. "You know I don't care. I like the guy, I can kick his ass at Pounce every night on the tour bus. And Darien could care less, I'm sure. But-"

"Jeremy. I know." I know. How would I feel if Jeremy wanted to bring his new girlfriend on tour with us? It wasn't very fair of me. But my heart ached to think of being without Nick. "And there's going to be Backstreet fans, they're freaky, they'll find him soon enough. It's a bad idea."

James pulled me close to him again. "It's not a bad idea, Rache," he said softly. "He doesn't have anything else to do, and he makes you happy. We'll have a band meeting in Minneapolis. We'll get Darien to agree with us on the flight out, and Jeremy will just deal."

I grinned against James' chest. "You are the bestest friend ever."

He laughed. "And don't you ever forget it. Think your boyfriend can hook me up with the lovely Kevin?"

I sat up, giggling. "I think the lovely Kevin is really heterosexual."

"Then the deal's off. You don't get to have sex unless I do!"

Teasing each other, we went back up the house.

"So are you coming or not?" Kevin's voice was getting more and more annoyed, but I didn't care. What were they talking about down there on the beach? Me? Was James trying to talk Rachel out of this? Of course he was. I wasn't good enough for Rachel, everyone knew that. Hell, Kevin was just telling me that a few minutes ago. I turned away from the window, forcing myself to stop watching them and concentrate on what Kevin was saying to me.

"Nick!"

"What, Kevin? Jesus. You've been rambling on for like 10 minutes here. What do you want me to say?"

"Tell me if you're coming or not."

To Phoenix. To see AJ. To meet with management and decide our fate. It was too early to decide the fate of the group. I mean, AJ had barely been in rehab for two weeks. Was that supposed to 'cure' him? Would anything cure him?

I sighed and could feel Kevin's jaw tightening through the phone, "No."

"What?" His voice was incredulous, but I didn't care. Why did I always have to do what they wanted me to? What they told me to do? I wasn't fucking 15 anymore, I didn't have to do everything they wanted.

"You asked me if I was coming this weekend and I said no. You and Brian are already there and you said they'd only allow two visitors so no. I'm not coming. Howie isn't coming and I'm not either. We can do 'official band meeting' next week, can't we? Can you deal with that?"

"God, Nick, you are such a child!"

"I am not!" Okay, whining like that into the phone sure made me sound like a child. I lowered my voice, "I am not a child, Kevin. You asked me what I wanted to do and I told you. If you didn't want me to have a choice, you shouldn't have given me one. I don't want to come to Phoenix this weekend. I might not ever want to go to Phoenix and get couples therapy with the band for Christ sakes! This isn't about me. It isn't about you. It's about AJ. Just let AJ be AJ and figure it the fuck out, Kevin!"

"What's gotten into you?"

What did he mean, what's gotten into me. Everything. The tour, AJ, Rachel… especially Rachel. I looked back out the window. Rachel and James were sitting by the water, skimming stones and laughing. I wanted to be down there. I didn't have anyone like James. There had been Brian, but now Brian was married and barely had time for me. Not the way James and Rachel had time for one another. And I wanted a band I liked. I wanted to play music that came from me, not some writer I'd never met. I wanted to feel like what I was doing made someone proud of me.

I hadn't felt those things in years.

"It's her. I knew we should have put you on tour with Aaron."

"What the hell do you mean, Kevin? Put me on tour with Aaron? You don't control me."

"Well someone or something besides your dick should! Jesus, Nick, this is never going to work. Don't go avoiding your responsibilities for some girl."

I just laughed. Mr. "if I get married maybe I'll stop cheating on my girlfriend" was lecturing me about not letting my dick lead me? That was rich. "Not like you, huh, Kev?"

He didn't respond for a moment. It was one of those secret things we were never supposed to talk about. Here I was breaking another golden Backstreet rule. Well, fuck him. I didn't feel like being a Backstreet Boy at this particular moment. And I certainly didn't feel like appeasing Kevin, he'd have another couple weeks to cool off.

"What should I tell him, Nick?"

"Who? AJ?" What should he tell him? I didn't know. Part of me wanted to gloat that Rachel did like me, tell him every little detail from the past week. I wanted him to know that he was wrong, that Rachel and I were going to make it. Sure she was too much woman for me, but wasn't that better than getting bored after the first month? "Tell him that Rachel says hi and I'll see him soon."

It took Kevin a moment to clue in and then he just muttered something under his breath. I'm sure it wasn't good, but I didn't even want to know. Fuck them all. I was going to use this break to be normal. I didn't want to leave Rachel's side. I wanted to experience everything she was experiencing, the thrill of doing a big tour for the first time and being on the brink of hitting it big. I could feel the adrenaline starting to pump through my veins. She was gonna be huge and I wanted to be there standing right next to her.

"Heya baby…" Rachel's voice was next to my ear and I about jumped a foot off the chair. She took the phone out of my hand, grinning at me.

"Frank, darling, the little man has to go now… I need him back…"

Her face fell. Oh Lord, what was Kevin saying? She clasped her hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh. "Ummm…okay…I'll tell him you said that. Sure, Kevy-Kev. Talk to you later."

She started to hand me the phone, then stopped. She ran her fingers through my hair and I nearly came undone at her touch. It had been hours since we'd been alone and nearly that long since she'd touched me at all. "Oh, don't worry…" she smiled down at me, licking her lips for effect, "I'm taking very, very good care of him."

She clicked off the phone and tossed it onto the kitchen counter behind her and then straddled my legs and lowered herself onto my lap. I ran my hands down her back, letting my hands come to rest on her waist as I moved up against her, letting her feel my growing erection. Can we forget about Kevin and the rest of the fellas and have sex again? Please?

Looking down at me, she ran her thumbs across my temples slowly. I closed my eyes and could feel the tension being erased with that one movement. "Oh, baby, you're so tense. What's going on? Kevin didn't sound very happy either. Is AJ alright?"

AJ. Fuckin' AJ. AJ's fine, he's getting an all expense paid vacation at Club Med for alcoholics and I get Kevin on my back telling me that I'm not committed to the group because I'm head over heels in love with you. Yeah, worry about AJ some more.

I pouted up at her, "Dunno. Only two of us can go this weekend. Kevin and Brian are there now so Howie and I will go next weekend." She didn't need to know everything, did she? That I had a choice and I chose her over them. No, she wouldn't like that.

I could see the worry just behind his eyes as he looked up at me. What was he worried about? Was there something about AJ that he wasn't telling me? I leaned down and kissed his cheek tenderly and he pulled me closer to him.

"Let me come with you, Rache," his voice was barely above a whisper and I pulled back and looked at him. Certainly he didn't say what I thought he just said.

"What?" Talking about it with James was one thing, but I wasn't ready to talk to Nick about it yet. I had to wrap my mind around what Jeremy might do.

"I don't even need Frank. No one will know where I am. I'll tour with you. I can be your personal roadie and carry your guitar!" His eyes lit up and he flashed me his cockiest grin. I was a sucker for that smile.

"I've seen how you treat a guitar, little man! Do you really think I'll entrust her to you?"

"Please…" he whined and ran his hands down to my ass and pushed me closer to him. "You know you want Thor and I on tour with you. Just think about it, baby."

Oh god, I was thinking about a lot of things right now. All of them involved him without any clothes and an endless supply of condoms. God, the lack of sex was getting to my head.

She considered me for a moment and then shook her head, looking around the kitchen. "Between you and James, I may never have a clean kitchen again. This place is a mess!"

She was changing the subject? At least that wasn't a no!

She jumped off my lap and before I could pull her back down to me, she disappeared into the living room. I could hear her flipping through CD cases. Finally I heard the opening strains of one of her chick rock CDs. Reluctantly, I got up, taking a stack of dishes over to the sink. I'd better get started before James came in and showed me up.

She came dancing back into the kitchen, grinning at me like she had some secret. God, she was amazing. Even dressed in my ratty old T-shirt and denim shorts, she was sexy. I reached out a hand for her, but she just moved away from me, grinning as she danced around the kitchen picking up dirty dishes and putting forgotten things away in the cupboard.

"Aren't you gonna ask where James went?"

James. There was someone else here besides her and her hips swaying to the music? "Did you drown him?"

She laughed, "No… tempting, but no." She moved closer to me, pressing her body against my back and grabbing onto my waist, making me move in time with her. She leaned into me, running her tongue slowly around my ear whispering, "I told him he had to leave now because I hadn't shagged you senseless in the kitchen yet."

I let the plate I was holding drop into the sink and peered back at her, "We haven't had sex in the kitchen yet?" I asked innocently.

A low, throaty laugh escaped her lips as she pressed her hips against me one more time for good measure and ran her tongue down the back of my neck. Was I supposed to just stand here as she taunted me? Before I could grab her and pull her down onto the floor, she pulled herself up on the counter next to me, tousling my hair. "Not until we have a clean spot to lie down on, little man!"

I pulled away from her, running my fingers through my hair instinctively. I didn't want to be cute or little or any of those things they all called me that meant 'too young.' She frowned at me and pouted, "I like it all messed up."

I leaned back over to her, head bent down so she could reach it and she messed it up again. I looked up at her, "For that, I get to do something to you."

"Oh, do you?" she questioned, raising her eyebrow at me playfully, "Like what?"

I took the sprayer in my hand and turned it on her. She screamed and jumped off the counter, but was too late, her T-shirt was soaked. She moved away but I squirted the water again, this time getting her in the head.

She looked around the kitchen for something to use against me in retaliation. Quickly she pressed the icemaker button on the front of the refrigerator and tackled me, slipping an ice cube down my back before I could get away.

"Oh, that's mean!" I laughed. The cold ice slid quickly down my back and I pulled up my shirt to free it. The ice came clattering to the floor and I picked it up, flashing her a devilish grin. She moved to avoid me and I stood in front of the doorway. "There's no escape now!" I laughed evilly and pulled her into my arms. Quickly I pulled her shirt away and dropped the ice cube down the front.

"Bitch!" She screamed, jumping back and immediately putting her hand down the front of her shirt to retrieve the ice from its resting place in her bra. I leaned over her, peering down her shirt. As her hand came up with the ice, I covered it with my mouth, running my tongue over her fingertips until she let go of the ice and then sucked it into my mouth.

Oh my god, my chest hurt from laughing so hard. I relinquished the ice to him and he stood there sucking on it. He had the most perfect lips didn't he? He shot me an evil look and I was slightly scared about what would come next. Suddenly he dropped to his knees, lifting my shirt up quickly, his ice-cold tongue darting into my belly button. I tried to get away but he held onto my hips, pulling me down slowly as he snaked his cold tongue around the tattoo that encircled my belly button and then stared traveling up my torso.

"Jesus, Nick, that's cold!"

He grinned up at me, "That's the idea." He continued his upward trajectory and I helped him by peeling off my soaking T-shirt. He leaned back and considered me for a long moment as I knelt across from him, wearing only my bra and faded shorts. Slowly he ran his fingertips over my stomach and upwards, stopping at my breasts. He was barely touching me and I wanted him so much I could barely stand it.

I snapped, "Fuck this!" I pulled on the collar of his T-shirt as I leaned back. We came crashing down on the hard wood floor and I hit my head with the loud thud.

He tensed against me, "Rache, are you okay?" He took my head in his hands and looked into my eyes so seriously, I thought maybe I'd cracked it open or something.

"I won't be if you don't fucking kiss me," I hissed as I pulled off his shirt with one movement.

He kissed me as instructed, his lips crashing into mine as he devoured me. His hips fell against mine and I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly, drawing him into me. He moaned into my mouth as I rubbed against him and ran my fingernails down his back.

I loved the feel of his warm skin next to mine. He was sunburned from being on the boat this afternoon and a subtle heat radiated from his body. His fingers quickly found the clasp of my bra and he expertly removed it, tossing it aside without ever losing contact with my mouth.

I relaxed slightly, deepening our kiss as my breasts met his chest. I was seriously coming unglued with every move he made, "Nick," I nearly panted, "Please…"

He pulled back, smiling down at me, his blond hair sticking up all over the place and falling in his eyes. I ran my fingers down his face and he caught my thumb in his mouth, sucking on it hungrily.

I let my head fall back and groaned much to his delight as he sucked harder then ran his tongue down my neck, stopping to bite gently on my collarbone. I felt his erection against my stomach and I reached down, snaking my hand inside his shorts to feel him.

I could feel her heartbeat in my mouth as I sucked on her neck and moaned her name as she took me in her hand. If I didn't do something quick I was going to come right here on the kitchen floor before I even got her clothes off.

I kissed my way back up to her mouth and pulled her hand out of my shorts, interlacing my fingers with hers and holding her hand over her head. She opened her eyes, meeting my gaze questioningly. I shook my head, "Not yet."

No. Not yet. She wasn't some nameless groupie that I wanted to fuck quickly just so I could feel good. Truth be told, I was still coming to terms with the fact that this wasn't a wet dream, even after three days of sex. She was really lying underneath me, wanting me. This woman who was everything I could ever hope for. And she hadn't said I couldn't come with her. I'd convince her. We'd have two weeks together. No Frank and none of the others. Just us.

She moaned my name, her eyes pleading with me to continue and I couldn't believe I was having this effect on her. All I wanted to do was feel her in my arms and kiss every part of her body. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been so turned on by just kissing a girl. Usually that was the boring part, the part you hurried through to get to the sex.

But not with Rachel. I loved kissing different parts of her body and watching her react. I didn't care if she even touched me; I was getting off on feeling her next to me, hearing her voice and feeling her breath on my skin.

Slowly I kissed her and then pulled away. She reached out for me as I stood, pulling her up with me. Her legs were unsteady and she fell against me slightly. I steadied her, pulling her into my chest and running my fingers through her hair slowly.

She sighed into my chest, tracing tiny circles with her fingertips on the small of my back. I shuddered and she laughed, "Nice to know something I do has that effect on you."

"Oh god, Rache, you have no idea the effect you are having on me."

She grinned sheepishly, grinding her hips into mine, "Wanna bet?"

I looked back at the counter. "Now, weren't we discussing the counter last night?" I wondered, and looking past me, she laughed. It was a mess, we'd had lunch before the girls and their parents left.

"Fuck it. We still have a day, we can use the bed for now."

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