Oreos for Breakfast: Nick BSB Fiction

Oreos for Breakfast
By The Paperbag Princess and The Pumpkin Coach

This was so a date. I'd been waiting for her for 20 minutes, she'd kicked me out of the bedroom and promised it would be worth it. She was showered, I'd washed her back myself, what was taking so long?

Sighing, I flipped through the channels again. Our reservation was in half an hour, didn't she say it took that long to get there? I considered yelling up to her, but that might piss her off.

I was starving. I was too hungry to even ravish her in the shower. We hadn't eaten since lunch, after sailing when was that, five hours ago?

It had been a long day… out on the boat with her family, then I came back to Kevin yelling at me, and I knew that she and James had a talk about me while I was on the phone.

I wondered what they'd said… he hadn't even said goodbye to me. He didn't think I was good enough for her, and he was right. But we'd had fun last night, hanging out, he wasn't acting like he didn't like me. He told me great stories about her. This morning he'd come and rescued us before her nieces found me naked in her bed.

No, James liked me. But Jeremy, Jeremy hated me. We never really finished that conversation tonight, did we? She started to talk about him, but then changed the subject. We'd started to talk about how many people we'd been with, but I changed the subject.

I didn't want to talk about that. She was going to think I was a male slut. I wasn't proud of all the girls I'd slept with. I wasn't always nice to them, I didn't want Rachel to think I was a jerk. But she'd slept with plenty of guys, I'd seen her guitar case.

Well, I didn't really know that she'd slept with all of them. Maybe she just collected their numbers.

Yeah, right, Carter.

I wondered how many guys she'd had sex with. She'd told me today that I was better than any of them, but she probably didn't mean that. She was the best sex I'd ever had… and I did have a lot to compare it to. But groupies got dull. It was much better when I cared about the girl. Even with Mandy, I hadn't cared so much about her pleasure. With Rachel, that was most of it, watching her face as I touched her, listening to the sounds she made when I kissed her. She'd told me today that she was sore and I felt horrible. I didn't mean to hurt her. I just couldn't stop touching her.

There was a noise from upstairs, then I heard a muttered 'fuck,' and she ran back to the bedroom, making me smile.

She was good at that, making me smile. I couldn't remember ever being quite this happy before.

I stared at the TV blankly, considering. Had I ever been this happy before? Was she really the best sex I'd ever had? How many girls had I slept with? I'd never counted.

He didn't even notice when I came downstairs, he was looking down at his hands, like he was counting something on his fingers. "Whatcha doin', bunny?"

He flicked off the TV, not looking at me, a little embarrassed. What was he counting? "Nothin'. Why do you call me 'bunny'?"

He was trying to figure out how many girls he'd slept with, I bet. I was trying to count up the guys I'd slept with when I was putting on my make-up. But we could have that conversation at dinner, over a nice bottle of wine.

"Dunno. My friend Kelly calls everyone 'bunny,' I think its cute."

Tossing the remote on the coffee table, he looked at me, about to say something, but stopped.

Doesn't every girl want that reaction from her boy once in a while? I knew I looked good, and the expression on his face proved it. "Was it worth the wait?" I joked.

"Yeah," he breathed. "You look amazing, Rache. I… I've never seen you in a dress before."

I pulled the skirt down a little, checking my reflection in the mirror. "I prefer jeans. But, for you, I'll make an effort." I hadn't worn this dress in years. I bought it for a record company party, and blended in with all the other women in their perfect little black dresses. Thankfully I hadn't gotten rid of the shoes to go with it, either. I so preferred my sneakers, but this dress demanded heels.

He came over to me, kissing my shoulder. "You don't have to make an effort for me. I think you're amazing in anything."

"Oh, c'mon," I whined. "I'm really amazing in this dress!"

He laughed, wrapping an arm around my waist. "You are. I am going to be the envy of every guy in the restaurant."

I smirked at him, moving away to find my keys. "That's the general idea." I tossed the keys at him and he caught them, surprised. "Wanna drive?"

"Are you serious? I thought no one got to drive your car."

Who told him that? He was right. "Well, if it's a proper date, you should drive. You should definitely pay," I teased. "Besides, I can't drive in these damn shoes."

He grinned. "Cool. I'll be good to her, I promise."

"I bet you drive like a maniac. Actually, you better, or we'll be late." I made him carry my lipstick, too, I didn't have any pockets. He made sure I locked all the doors and we left. It was very weird getting into the passenger side of my car, and he had to shove the driver's seat all the way back to fit his legs under the steering wheel. But by the time we got out of the driveway, he was testing to see how fast she could go. "Slow down!" I worried. "We'll hit a straight road soon, then you can open her up."

"Yes, mom," he grumbled, settling into a reasonable speed. "Since I'm driving, do I get to choose the music?"

"You should keep your eyes on the road. No. Left." He took the turn at 40 miles an hour and I tried not yell at him. "What's that video where you drive?"

"The Call," he answered, adjusting the rear view mirror. Why did I suggest that he drive? I was never going to get my car back in order.

Because I'm fucking smitten, that's why. I had to make sure James never found out about this, he'd die laughing.

"That was a totally sweet car," he went on.

"Yeah, I saw that one. And I note that they did not let you drive in the last video."

He scowled over at me. "I drive fine."

"Yeah, there's a red light about 20 yards ahead of us, you might want to stop?" He slammed on the brakes. Luckily she could stop on a dime. I raised an eyebrow at him and he leaned over, kissing me.

"I am too distracted by your beauty."

"Excellent save. It's green. Drive." Maybe after dinner, we could find a place to park, and make out like teenagers. I'd never made out in this car, might be fun. I teased him about his driving the entire time, making him pout at me, which was the general idea. "Stop here!" I ordered him, seeing a drugstore up the street.

"Aren't we already late?"

"Things close here, Nick. It's five of nine, we've got five minutes to get more condoms."

He squealed into the parking lot and jumped out of the car, holding out a hand to me. "Well, hurry!" Giggling, I followed him out of the car, and we spent entirely too much time debating the merits of various brands of condoms. We both knew an awful lot about them, and bought a box of each of our favorites. Compare and contrast, as it were.

We bought two dozen condoms. We had tonight, and tomorrow, but tomorrow she had to pack for the tour, and I think we were having dinner with her family. Then Saturday we left. We would probably not use all 24 condoms before we left. Would we use all 24 condoms together? If she picked up some cute guy next week, and needed a condom, would she look at this box and remember when she bought them?

Actually, I bought them. I should claim ownership of the condoms, at least then I would know that she wasn't using my condoms on anyone else. I wouldn't use them with anyone else. I couldn't imagine having sex with another girl, at least not right now.

We pulled into the parking lot of a little restaurant, and I made her wait until I ran around to open her door. It was fun, trying to remember what one should do on a proper date. I was screwed on flowers, I needed to find some.

We walked in and immediately she was in some other guy's arms. Damnit.

He held her at arm's length, smiling at her. "You look gorgeous, Rachel! Is this all for the boyfriend?"

Grinning, she presented me to her friend. "Yes, Steven, this is Nick, Nick, Steven." We shook hands, sizing one another up. He was good looking, tall, dark hair. Rachel took my arm. "Steven's family started this place right around the same time my parents started the winery. He and Jonathan were on rival football teams."

He laughed, grabbing two menus and leading us to the back. "Terrible rivalry, actually. Unfortunately our parents were friends, I could never kick his ass the way I wanted to. And he made very sure I never made any moves on his lovely sister." We were on a small terrace that overlooked the water, which caught the candlelight that was everywhere. Perfectly romantic, if this guy would stop flirting with my girl.

She smiled at him as he held out a chair for her, settling into it gracefully. "As if, Steve. You never looked at anyone else but Dawn. How is she doing? How's the kids?"

Oh, he's married. Alright, then. I sat down, watching as the two of them chatted. After a minute, he kissed her cheek. "I have to get back to work. Do you want the Rachel or the Patrick Merlot?"

"Rachel, duh!" She told him, making him smile.

"Excellent choice. Nick, nice meeting you, I'll stop back, don't worry." He left us alone, and I leaned across the table to her.

"You had a crush on him, didn't you?"

I think she blushed, I couldn't tell in the candlelight, as she hid her head behind her menu. "Huge. Does it show?"

I laughed, opening my menu. "A little."

She smiled at me. "It does give me a certain amount of satisfaction to show up here with my gorgeous new boyfriend, I must admit."

"He passed up the wanton sex goddess, he is surely kicking himself daily."

"You are so good for my ego, little man," she grinned, just as someone came over with our wine. The waitress uncorked it and started to hand it to me, but Rachel laughed. "Don't even. I'll do that."

She explained how to taste wine to me, but I only half listened, more interested in watching her mouth as she sipped. I didn't need to know good wine from bad, Rachel could take care of that. I did like this wine, but probably only because it was hers. I took a sip and it went straight to my head, I was so hungry. The waitress left us and I leaned towards Rachel, finding her knee under the tablecloth and stroking it lightly. She jumped slightly, then looked at me over her menu. "We are in public, little man," she attempted to scold me.

I glanced around. "Three other tables out here, and they're nearly done."

"You're so fucking dangerous," she whispered, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Nah, I'm the sweet one. AJ's the dangerous one."

She laughed, moving her knee away from my fingers. "All image. AJ is a total bunny."

"Hey! I thought I was the bunny!" I whined. Half a glass of wine, and I'm being silly. But I liked that, I liked it when she called me pet names, 'sweetie' or 'love' or 'bunny'.

She put down her menu and patted my hand with a grin. "Okay, you're the bunny. But AJ is not the dangerous one. You, with the leather trousers, and the pelvic thrusts, you're dangerous."

I laughed, sitting back in my chair. "AJ's the one who rips off his shirt on stage."

"As well he should, that is a fine chest. It should be shared with the world." I pouted at her, but our waiter came over, but not the one that served the wine. Is this one of those places where you get 12 servers, all for different things?

"Tony!" Rachel cried, standing up to hug him. Figures. She knew everyone. She introduced us, this was one of Steven's cousins. Was I going to be expected to remember this later? They chatted and I just watched them, loving the way she moved, the way she kept playing with her hair. Too late, I realized I hadn't even looked at the menu.

"I'll tell Aunt Marie to surprise you," Tony offered, as Rachel sat down again.

"Lobster bisque, we must have the bisque!" Rachel insisted, then looked over at me. "Okay, bunny? Up for the surprises?"

I shrugged. I would eat anything right now. She smiled up at Tony. "He's so easy. Yes, tell Marie to surprise us. I'll stop in on our way out, hopefully she won't be overwhelmed then."

Tony took our menus and I took Rachel's hand. "22," I told her.

Fuck. I needed food before I took one more sip of wine. She blinked at me for a minute, then smiled. "Can you name them all?"

"Yes." I'd spent half the drive pondering that. I could. "Mandy and Tiffani and Suzie, that's the one in the Bahamas. And…"

She cut me off, placing her hand over my mouth with a smile. "I don't need the list. I was just curious." I tried to kiss her fingers, but she moved her hand away. "Now, how many of those were without a condom?"

"None!" What, did she think I was a stupid slut?

"Even Willa?"

"Well…" I was a stupid slut. So was Mandy. Shoulda used a condom, especially with her. "She was on the Pill…"

"So am I. That's not what I was asking."

Then what? Oh… "It's part of our insurance that we're tested. I'm negative. Everything." How many guys had Rachel slept with? Damnit. She squeezed my hand and I looked back at her.

"James would kill me first. I'm pretty careful, Nick, and I've been tested. I'm fine."

Yet another person came over with our bread, and I dove for it. I needed to be more sober for this conversation. I couldn't believe I'd started it. "So, how many?" I asked her. Only fair.

"37," she answered calmly.

I almost dropped my roll.

He just stared at me for a minute, I could feel his eyes on me as I buttered my roll.

Fuck. I knew this would happen, I could just feel the double standard rearing its ugly head. I should have lied.

No, I shouldn't. I looked up, meeting his eyes. "I am five years older than you. When you're 26, I bet you'll be higher than 37. That's what… 15 more girls for you to bag. You could probably do that before the tour starts again, if you put your mind to it."

He just blinked at me for a minute, then shook his head. "Sorry. I'm just… surprised."

I shrugged, picking up my wineglass and staring into it. I knew that was a lot of people. But it wasn't worse than him, when you considered our ages, how could he judge me for it?

"Rache…" he pleaded, and I looked over at him. "Don't be mad. It's just… it's a lot to live up to, ya know?" He tried to joke, and I had to smile at the worried look on his face.

"You're at the top of the list, bunny." He liked the bunny thing, I'd have to keep it. "So, your 22, does that include me?"

He grinned, relaxing now that I wasn't mad at him. "At the top of the list."

I smiled back at him, settling back into my chair. "And does it include just sex, or anyone you might have been naked with?"

He looked trapped, making me laugh.

"I guess I know the answer to that," I said. "The pop star's god given right to oral sex, am I correct?"

"Well…" he squirmed. Embarrassing him was such fun.

"That doesn't work as well with girls, it is very annoying," I sighed, making him laugh.

"Anytime, Rache. Quiet corner backstage, I'll take care of that." I blushed, remembering how his tongue felt against me. He'd been a quick learner, figuring out what made me scream. He shot me a sexy look, licking his lips.

Saved by our soup. Thank god.

I had to learn to be with him in public, right? I couldn't drag him off into a dark corner and start using those condoms we just bought.

Damn, he was hot. He smiled up at our waitress, who I actually did not know, and I had to wonder how she didn't spill his soup everywhere. Wasn't she as overwhelmed by his cuteness as I was? Why wasn't every woman in this place staring at him, this blond god sitting here with me?

What was I going to do when he was back on tour, and every woman really would be staring at him? He was the favorite, he was constantly the center of adoration. The fans were going to hate me, no matter what I did, I was going to be hated just because I was his girlfriend.

"This is awesome!" He exclaimed, trying the soup. "You're right, it's the best ever."

He grinned at me and I smiled. Hell, by the time he's back on tour, I will just be a pleasant memory of a summer fling. In which case I should enjoy this while it lasts.

"What's wrong?" He asked, and I shook my head.

"Nothing. I'm overanalyzing, ignore me."

"Overanalyzing what?"

No. I didn't want to have this conversation. I wanted to finish this bottle of wine, and have a fabulous dinner, and laugh with my boyfriend. "The amount of pepper in the soup. I've never been able to duplicate it."

She was lying. She had that far away look in her eyes again. But she smiled at me, and I didn't push it. I probably didn't want to know. I knew enough right now.

37 guys? That was a lot.

But it didn't matter, right? She was here with me now, looking gorgeous. No wonder she'd had so many, what guy wouldn't want her? Even in that pretty dress, looking all polite and respectable, I could still see how sexy she was. But after a show, in those leather pants, she was irresistible.

Was I going to get to be the boy toy of the evening? If she let me join her on tour, when she got off stage, would she come to me?

I had to drink some more wine to get those thoughts out of my head. We were on a date, acting like grown-ups, I couldn't attack her quite yet.

I was about to ask about her tour again when someone came over to us, calling her name. Oh, hey, I know this one… the pretty redhead from the bar… Heather. Yes, that was it, Heather. Right?

She smiled over at me. "Hi, Heather," I tried, and she nodded.

"I am so impressed that you remembered any of our names from the other night, Nick."

"I never forget a pretty girl." Man, I sound like Howie.

Rachel laughed. "You so lie. Didn't we just have this talk?"

I started to defend myself, but Heather interrupted me. "Now, Steve told me you were here with your new boyfriend… but he wasn't the boyfriend the other night, was he?"

Rachel blushed, glancing over at me before looking back at her friend. "Things change very quickly in double Jeopardy," she said, making them both laugh.

Girls. I swear, sometimes they spoke another language.

"Well, I figured you wouldn't be able to resist him for long. Even if he is a liar." She whacked my shoulder lightly. "Yeah, you're in a band we've never heard of!"

I shrugged, trying to look cute. "Sorry."

Rachel took my hand with a smile. "Oh, you must forgive him, Heather. You just have no idea how terrible it is to be a Backstreet Boy. The constant adulation is so tiring," she teased.

"It's the screaming," I deadpanned. "Ruins your eardrums." That made both of them giggle.

"Steve has no idea, and I know he'll want your picture for the hall of fame. Can I tell him?"

Rachel questioned me with a raised eyebrow, and I shrugged. My picture was on the wall of a million restaurants. "Sure, you can tell him. Good thing I made you dress up, huh?" She said to me.

"Oh, you have to be in the picture with me," I told her. "In two years, it'll be worth millions."

She rolled her eyes. "My picture has been on the wall for years, darling. Hasn't paid off yet."

"Well," Heather said. "I'm going to talk to Steve and give him the gossip. I'll leave you two to your dinner. Say hi before you leave, we'll probably still be at the bar."

She left, and I raised Rachel's hand to my lips, kissing her fingers. "Is the whole world going to know about us now?" I asked her, making her smile.

"She will probably call the papers, yes."

"What about your family? You didn't want the girls to know this morning…"

She took her hand back, eating some of her soup. "I thought it might blow their minds a little. They asked if you were my boyfriend when we first got here." She looked up, smiling at me. "I denied it, and I just hate being wrong in front of them."

"I can attempt to keep my hands off of you. I did okay today, right?" Her family had been around all day, it had been a struggle.

She laughed. "You did okay. Vanessa figured it out, but then she was telling me the other day to jump you."

"Was she?" I flirted, making her giggle.

Dinner was amazing, or maybe it was just being with Rachel. We talked about everything and nothing, laughing at everything. I couldn't keep my hands off of her, every chance I got, I touched her. It was three glasses of wine before I realized she was doing the same thing to me. She saw a million people she knew, and introduced me as her boyfriend every time.

After dinner, we had to go to the kitchen to see 'Aunt Marie,' and have a drink with Heather and her friends at the bar. It was midnight before we left the restaurant, and she took my arm, leading me to the car. "Give me the keys," she said.

"No! I'm driving tonight! I like your car, it's very fast."

"You are drunk, little man. Gimme the keys."

I took them out of my pocket, but held them out of her reach. "You're drunk, too."

"No, I'm not." Her eyes were serious. "I had two glasses of wine, two hours ago. Give me the keys."

Shit. Dad. Drunk driver. Not a subject for teasing. I handed her the keys. "Sorry. I should have stopped, I forgot I was driving…"

Smiling, she stroked my face. "You are a darling drunk. I can drive." I kissed her, for the first time in hours, a real kiss. She melted into me, wrapping her arms around my neck, moaning lightly as our tongues touched. We broke apart and I just held her close to me, burying my face in her hair.

"God, Rache, I -"

He stopped himself. If he had said 'love,' I would have said it back. I loved standing here in his arms, I loved introducing him to everyone as my boyfriend. But I knew the next time I came back here, I'd see his picture on the wall and it would kill me. No, this isn't love. It's many things, but not that.

"I had a great time tonight."

I smiled up at him, moving out of his arms. "Excellent idea for the date."

"I paid. Don't you owe me sex now?" He teased, and I pushed him over to his side of the car.

"I do not put out on the first date, Nicky. What would you think of me in the morning?"

He laughed way too hard at that, and I glared at him when he got himself under control. "Sorry," he sputtered.

I adjusted the seat back to my spot. "Watch it, little man."

Moving over, he kissed me. "I promise I'll still respect you in the morning."

"Maybe I won't respect you."

"I'm not lookin' for respect, baby."

Laughing, I pushed him back into his seat. "Buckle up. I've got a surprise for you."

"Ooohh…" he leered. " Is it really good?"

I refused to answer his questions, and twenty minutes later, he'd forgotten about it, fussing with the radio instead. I parked the car at the end of the road, and he looked up from the radio. "Wow."

I looked up from unbuckling his seatbelt. It was a good view, the stars reflected in the water. "We're not here for the view, baby."

"Then what…?" Reaching over him, I grabbed the handle, and his seat went all the way back, making him scream. Hiking up my skirt, I straddled his hips.

"Lovers Lane, bunny. Didn't you have a makeout place in high school?"

His eyes huge, he shook his head. "I didn't go to high school, remember?"

"Kick ass." I laid down on top of him, leaning my arms above his head. "Ever done it in a car?"

"I assume that limos don't count."

I grinned. "They do not, pop star. And it might be impossible in this tiny car, but we can neck." He pulled me down to him, devouring my mouth, groaning as I settled my body against his. This was already better than any makeout session I remembered from high school. We broke apart to breathe, and he kissed my neck, making me sigh. He ran his tongue along my throat, biting me lightly, and he'd given me a hickey before I realized what he was doing. "You bastard!" I cried, pulling away from him.

He giggled, that laugh I loved so much, but I glared at him anyway. "Man, I can feel it, its gonna be huge."

"Part of the deal, right? Necking in the back of cars, hickeys… are you gonna let me get to second base?"

"Only if you ask me to the prom. And then I'll consider it." I laid down on top of him again, giggling. "I'll kiss you, but don't get fresh."

"I'll try, baby. But you're so hot."

"You are such a dork, Nicky." I kissed him anyway, slapping his hand away as he ran it up my leg. He sighed, deep in his throat, when I nibbled at his earlobes, running my tongue along his jawline, kissing his cheekbones. He was so gorgeous, lying there in the faint starlight, looking up at me with total devotion. I brushed the hair back from his face and just looked at him for a moment. "You are so beautiful," I whispered, and he touched my face lightly.

"So are you," he breathed, and I believed him. He cupped my face in his hands, making me move down to kiss him again. Deepening the kiss, he tried to roll over, and I ran into the door handle.

"Ow!" Contrite, he moved over and we made room to fit side by side.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his hands searching my body for where it hurt.

"I'll live," I told him, kissing him again. We kissed for ages, bumping into things, bumping into each other, feeling each other up over our clothes and giggling half the time. He made me feel like a teenager, making out with my biggest crush, giddy and dizzy and stupidly happy. He tried to get under my skirt again and when I moved to stop him, I whacked my elbow against the door. "Alright, that's enough!" I bitched. "Damnit, that really hurt."

He caught my arm in his hands, raining kisses on it. "Is that better?" He cooed, but I yanked at the door handle and climbed out of the car. "Rache?" He questioned, watching as I walked around to the driver's side.

"We have got a perfectly good bed at home. Necking is overrated."

I slid into my seat and he stroked my thigh. "I was havin' fun…" he whined, and I smiled.

"Sit up. You know you're gonna have even more fun at home."

He considered me for a moment, then sat up. "True. We can go."

I had to kiss him once more before starting the car.

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