Oreos for Breakfast: Nick BSB Fiction

Oreos for Breakfast
By The Paperbag Princess and The Pumpkin Coach

"Nick?" I asked quietly. Maybe he was asleep. My head was on his chest, and I was afraid to look at him, or I'd end up telling him all sorts of things he didn't need to know.

"What, baby?" He answered, running his hand down my arm. Damnit, I was going to have to tell him.

"If I show up with you in tow in Minneapolis, Jeremy will kill me." I said it in a rush, and stopped myself from adding "but I want to, I really want to."

"Ah, I can take him," Nick teased. "I'm definitely a better singer, I can do all his parts, right?"

I smiled up at him, I couldn't help it. Four days, and I had gotten so used to his sleepy sexy smile. My heart ached to think that I'd have to say goodbye to him soon. "But you cannot play his guitar lines."

He pouted at me and I giggled, lying down on the pillow next to him. "Seriously…" I started, and he stopped me, smoothing back my hair.

"I know. You have a job to do, and I'll just be in the way."

"No…" I protested. "It's just… Jeremy."

"Is he jealous? It's gotta be so weird, being in a band with your ex."

"It is, sometimes. But that's not it, he won't be jealous…"

Yes he would. I would be, if Rachel showed up with a new boyfriend in front of me.

The thought made my stomach sink. Rachel was mine now, I didn't want to think of a day when she wouldn't be.

"It'll be the publicity, and the fact that I'd be distracted, blah blah blah." Her voice trailed off. "Maybe a little bit jealous… it certainly wouldn't be fair to him to just show up with you and expect him to deal with it."

She rolled over, staring up at the ceiling. I didn't want her to think about her old boyfriends when she was lying here naked next to me. "I'd be pissed off if he suddenly showed up with his new hottie girlfriend." Turning her head, she grinned at me. "Especially if she was younger and prettier and a better lay than me."

That made me feel better, and I laughed, leaning over to kiss her. "I'm better than Jeremy?"

She smiled up at me, brushing the hair off my forehead, and my heart leapt into my throat. I loved that look on her face, all sweet and adoring, I could barely believe it was for me. "You're better than anyone, sweetheart."

"Really?" Did I sound as surprised as I felt? That was bad for the image, wasn't it? I was a pop star, I was supposed to be cocky and arrogant. Sometimes I was, but not around her.

Grinning, she just nodded. "But don't tell Jeremy, it'll shatter his ego. Anyway, it would be mean if I just showed up with you. I need to at least warn him or something."

"Then I can come?" I said, without thinking, sounding way too excited. But, damnit, what else was I going to do with all this time off? I wanted to be with her.

"Well…" she hesitated. God, why do I always sound like such an idiot around her? She thinks I'm a stalker or something. "If you still want to, after you go back to your life… you could maybe join us for a few dates…"

I just looked at her for a moment. She actually sounded nervous. She couldn't quite meet my eyes. Was she serious? Was she actually worried that I might not want this any longer? I stroked her face, running my thumb across her lips. I didn't want to be away from her for a second. "When?"

She still didn't quite look at me, reaching up to take my hand in hers. "I dunno. What are you gonna do this weekend when I leave? You're not going to Phoenix to see AJ, right?"

I didn't even want to think about AJ. I wanted to lie here in this bed for the rest of the summer. "I guess I'll go and see my family. I'll call Mom tomorrow and see where they are on Saturday, meet them there… maybe I can get my bus."

"Hey, isn't that bus mine?" She protested, and I rolled on top of her with a grin.

"I do believe I won that bet, Rache. You seem to be lying naked underneath me, I think that means I win."

She smiled up at me, running her hands down my back. "Hell. Consolation prize?"

"You get Thor, isn't that enough?"

I loved her giggle. I'd refer to my dick as 'Thor' forever if it got her to laugh. "True, Thor is quite lovely… but I still want my own tourbus!" She pouted.

"Two weeks ago you just had that van, and suddenly you're a diva, demanding her own space?" I teased, and was rewarded when she flipped me over, straddling my hips. I didn't put up a fight.

"That's 'diva princess,' to you, little man."

I put my hands around her waist, trying to guide her to my cock. I was hard, this seemed to be a constant state whenever I was near her. "No, that's what Jeremy calls you."

Grinning, she leaned her head down towards mine, her curls falling forward, surrounding us. "I do prefer 'wanton sex goddess,'" she whispered as she kissed me, sighing lightly as our tongues met. "If you give me your tour bus, we can have sex on the road…"

He considered that for a second, until I had to giggle. "And then my band would really hate me," I admitted. "I will make do with one tour bus and occasional visits from my gorgeous boyfriend."

He grinned at the flattery, moving my hips against his again. I could feel that he was hard, and I could barely believe I wanted him again. Didn't we just make love about 20 minutes ago? I needed some time away from him to heal. "How occasional?" He asked, licking his lips at me.

Jesus. What a tongue. "Or you could be my sex slave, and follow me everywhere, so that I can ravish you in corners whenever I have a free minute," I offered, laughing as he nodded at me.

"Sounds good. I like that."

"It's a deal, then," I whispered, leaning down to kiss him. Oh, god, that tongue… I whimpered, thinking of all the places that tongue had been in the last few days. Giving up, I fumbled at the bedside table for another condom and came up empty. "Damnit!"

"You cannot be serious?"

His voice rose an octave and I had to laugh. I started to move away from him and he pulled me back down, the lustful look I knew all too well overtaking his face. Oh god, he was way too dangerous.

I stroked his face and then leaned closer to him, running my tongue along his jaw line and making him whimper, "No wonder I'm so sore."

He let go of my hips and I fell next to him. He rolled over, running his hand down my arm and looking at me intently, "Sore?"

"You're not?"

"I'm a guy, Rache. There's no such thing as too much sex." He leaned into me, kissing me again. "Especially with you," he sighed as we parted.

The lustful look was overcome with worry now. I grinned up at him, running my fingers through his hair, "Well, now you know. For girls there's such a thing as too much sex. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. But all the same, running out of condoms must be a sign."

He smiled at that and moved his hips against mine again. No, sex without the condom was not a possibility. No matter how cute he was. We had avoided this talk for the past three days. Every time we stopped having sex long enough to be serious I pushed it out of my mind. I didn't want to know how many girls he'd slept with. He was the cute one. Certainly there was more than just Willa. What, Willa plus 20? 30? He was only 21. How many could it be?

And I definitely didn't want to tell him about me. Well, not me in the last year. That double standard loomed over me. He was going to think I was a slut, wasn't he? He was, essentially, a good Christian boy. The girl he loved should be a little more chaste than me, right?

What was I saying, 'girl he loved?' Shit, Rache, this was not love. It was lust. It was infatuation. Hell, it was bordering on obsession. But not love. No.

"Rache?"

She was suddenly a million miles away. What happened in the last two seconds? I hated when she did this. It had happened several times over the past day. We'd get quiet and she would drift off, getting that nervous expression on her face and biting her lower lip.

"Hmmm…" she murmured, not looking at me, but staring intently at my shoulder as she ran her hand over one of my tattoos. I loved it when she did that, like she was memorizing the feel of my skin against hers. Mandy had hated my tattoos, annoyed that I never got one for her. Rachel loved hearing what they all meant, teasing me that I was going to look like a truck driver soon if I didn't stop.

"What's going on?"

She shook her head and then met my eyes, biting down on her bottom lip as she considered me. "We haven't had the talk."

"Which talk is that?" I teased. Did she want me to say I loved her? I'd do that. I did. From practically the first moment I saw her on stage I wanted her, but this past week, seeing her here at home and meeting her family… I'd never known anyone quite like her. But wasn't it too soon? Surely she'd laugh at me if I told her I loved her, right? I could hear AJ's words in the back of my mind, she was never going to fall for me. But here she was, right?

She looked away from me and I pulled her body towards me, running my hand down her face so she would turn back to me, "You know I'm not an angel, Nick. I've been with a lot of guys."

Oh. That talk. Damn. I didn't want to have this talk. This was the talk that freaked everyone out, couldn't we just skip this? Couldn't I just tell her that no one else ever mattered like she did? Since I'd met her, I hadn't even looked at another woman?

My heart skipped a beat as he was quiet. My words echoed between us and I wanted to take them back.

"Nick?"

"Rachel, I don't care. Really I don't. No one else matters like you do. Not for me."

He stopped himself and I sat up. I couldn't do this while he was touching me. It was way too distracting.

"Well, you should care. Have you never cared?"

He had told me he was a boy scout, always used a condom. But that was as far as we'd gotten. Certainly he didn't use a condom for everything, we didn't. Not in the past three days. Intercourse, yes. But other things… Shit. I hated this.

"That's not what I meant, Rache."

He sat up next to me, running his hand through his hair and then turning to face me, "Do you want the list? Because…" He hesitated and looked away from me and when his eyes met mine again, I saw sadness there and his voice dropped to a whisper, "I can't. I don't know them all."

Was he worried what I was going to think? I couldn't help but laugh, "Oh, baby… I don't want a list." Well, part of me did. Part of me wanted him to say that he was the cute one who was faithful to Willa and had only slept with two women in his life. Well, three. He'd told me that the girl in the Bahamas was the truth. But that was the delusional lovesick Rachel. And there was Tiffani, poor Tiffani, she got dumped while he was playing softball. So four.

"Then what?" He looked so confused and I smiled, running my hand down his arm to comfort him.

"Ballpark?" I offered.

"I can't even…"

"That's quite a ballpark," I said, trying to keep the resentment out of my voice. All those girls that slept with him, they'd probably never forget it and he couldn't even remember them well enough to count.

He stopped touching me and sat up straight, pulling the sheet up around his waist, "Rache, you asked. I was young and there were women everywhere… God, it wasn't the way it sounds."

"If it's the truth, who cares what it sounds like?" I lowered my voice. I needed him to be honest. If this was going to last past the next 10 minutes, I needed to know he could tell me the truth. "Nick, you know about Damon and Jeremy. Trust is a big thing for me. Please, please don't lie to me because you don't want to hurt me. Don't use past tense either because I've seen all the girls in your hotel lobbies and at the shows."

"There are women everywhere, Rache. And not to sound arrogant but half of them would probably sleep with me. But I don't want that. I never have."

"Never," I tried to tease him and he blushed a little.

"Well… nearly never?" He offered and I smiled. "You read that stupid groupies board. I don't like one-night stands. I'm not AJ. I don't have sex with someone and then kick them out of my room and move on to the next town."

"Good to know I'm not going to get spirited away by Frank in the middle of the night," I deadpanned. He leaned toward me, kissing me quickly on the lips.

"Rache, I never want to get out of this bed with you."

I rolled my eyes and jumped out of bed, "Too bad, because I'm starving." I pulled on my robe and he pouted at me. I laughed and threw his boxer shorts onto his lap before running downstairs to forage for food.

I found her in the kitchen staring into the refrigerator. I put my arms around her and she leaned back against my chest. I rested my head on her shoulder and felt her relax in my arms.

"We have no food, baby."

"None?"

She shook her head. "Peanut butter and jelly? Pop Tarts?"

"Chocolate chip Pop Tarts!"

She laughed, turning around in my arms. I kissed her, biting gently on her bottom lip as she moved her hands down my back to my hips to steady herself against me.

Finally I released her and she looked up at me with a glazed expression on her face, "Oh, it's going to be so hard to say goodbye to you..."

She rested her head against my chest and I took a deep breath. I didn't want to think about that. Not yet. "I have an idea, Rache."

"Yes?"

"Let's get dressed." She pulled away, a shocked expression on her face. "Yes, dressed. I think I saw a nice black dress in your closet. I bet you look really hot in that." Or out of that. No, not going there right now. "And let's go out on a proper date. You didn't let me do that yet."

"A proper date, Nick? Like candlelight and wine and real silverware?"

"I'm starving, too!" I confessed.

"Are you going to expect sex at the end of the night?" She teased.

"Well, if we leave the house, we could get more condoms…"

He grinned at me and I kissed him again. "Excellent point. Alright, let's go on a date. I know just the place, too." I looked at the clock. 7 already? When did James leave?

"You always know a place."

"What?" I looked back at him, smiling down at me fondly. Was it too much to think that he liked me for more than the sex and the chase? Because that look on his face told me that he adored me. Would he keep adoring me when we weren't together and girls were everywhere again?

"You always know a place. You know bars in every town in the country, don't you? And here you know everybody. Let me guess… this place is owned by your best friend from seventh grade."

I giggled, moving away from him to find the phone. "That would be James, and he's not in the restaurant business that I know of. It is owned by family friends, though," I admitted. "They have the best lobster bisque in the world."

He leaned against the counter, watching me as I flipped through the phone book for the number. "I bet we run into… five people you know tonight."

"Does that include the fact that I know practically everyone who works there?" I asked, dialing.

"No, in addition to them."

He laughed as I cooed into the phone. "Steven! It's Rachel Connor. Tell me you can squeeze us in tonight."

She knew everyone! I laughed as she flirted with the guy on the other end of the phone. She must have been such a heart breaker in high school. She told me she was a geek, but I didn't really believe her.

"No, not the whole clan. Just me and my boyfriend."

I loved that. She'd just started calling me that today, and I loved hearing it. I really loved the little smile she gave me when she said it. She laughed again. "You'll meet him if you can get us a table tonight… sure, 9 is fine. See you then. And a good table, honey, with a view, okay? Yes, I love everyone in the kitchen, I'll come back and say 'hi,' but I'm trying to impress my guy here!"

She didn't need to try to impress me. Everything she did was amazing. Laughing, she hung up the phone and came back to me. "We have a reservation at nine."

"I heard," I told her, pulling her into my arms. "Whatever will we do with ourselves until then?"

She laughed, letting me kiss her neck. "Well, it's about half an hour away. And I think we could both stand to shower. And, if you really want this to be a proper date, I need to primp in order to be completely devastating."

"You're always devastating, Rache," I whispered against her neck, making her sigh.

"Hey, I've got clothes, but what are you gonna wear?" She exclaimed, moving away from me.

"Um…" I had packed shorts and t-shirts. "Can I wear jeans?" I was so busy thinking of her in that hot black dress, I hadn't even considered what I was going to wear.

"Ooh, you bought that blue silk shirt when we went shopping the other day! Wear that, and your jeans, you'll look totally hot." That's true, I did look good in blue. She took my hand, leading me towards the stairs. "Can we shower together without getting in trouble?"

"Doubtful, Rache."

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