Oreos for Breakfast: Nick BSB Fiction

Oreos for Breakfast
By The Paperbag Princess and The Pumpkin Coach

She zipped her suitcase and just stood there for a minute, staring at it. I was supposedly watching TV and staying out of her way while she packed, but I could barely take my eyes off of her. This might be our last night together. We hadn't really talked about what happened next. She'd told me yesterday that I could join her on tour, but not where or when… I sorta thought she'd rethink that after she saw Jeremy again.

We'd been back from her mom's for about an hour, we'd spent most of the day there. I'd had fun playing basketball with the girls, and Patrick and her sisters in law were nice to me. Jon spent most of the day at the winery, working, and I could tell that upset Rachel a little, but she wouldn't talk about it. He'd been nice to me last week, when Rachel and I weren't a couple. But I guess now it was obvious, and he didn't seem to approve.

Her mom did, I think. She caught me mooning over Rachel more than once and just grinned. So her family was okay, I just had to deal with her band.

Jeremy, to be precise. I guess that was really her battle, but I wanted to ask her about it, what would he say? Was he going to throw a fit if I showed up on the tour? Would I only be able to call her, and see her on days off? I didn't want that. I didn't have anything else to do for the next few weeks, I had no problem just following her around the country. Seeing her gigs every night, making love to her after…

We'd had sex before we left for the winery this morning, and when we got back, I tried to kiss her. She just sighed and pushed me away, told me she had to pack. It was only after some convincing that I was allowed to stay in the room with her. We hadn't said much, she seemed very far away. This time last night, we were at dinner, acting like a happy couple on a date. What had happened?

Had she thought this over too much? I knew I was going to be in the way. This was an important tour for them, probably their last chance to make it. She should just be able to devote all her time to the band, and not worry about me. They were going to be busy, all the time, I knew that. Besides the shows and the travelling, there would be press, and radio interviews, and whatever else EMI could find for them. She wouldn't even have time for me.

She went into the bathroom, and I could hear water running. Was she showering without me? I needed a shower, and I probably should have taken one while she was packing, but I didn't want to be away from her any more than I had to. She reappeared with a smile, pulling her hair back from her face. "Take a bath with me?"

"Sure." Anything. I smiled, thinking of her naked and wet. "Will we both fit?"

She leaned back into the bathroom, checking out the tub. It was one of those big old ones. "We'll see." Coming over to the bed, she kneeled in front of me as I laid on my stomach, pretending to watch TV. "I'll wash your hair." She kissed me, and I touched the back of her neck, holding her to me. It didn't seem like I was going to get the brush off speech. Not tonight, at least. She was smiling again, and kissing me, I'd take that. We could talk tomorrow, right? It was a couple hours back to the city, we'd have time to talk.

Sighing, she stood up again. "I might not let you sleep tonight, Nicky."

I rolled off the bed with a grin. "I had no plans of sleep." I caught her in my arms, kissing the back of her neck and making her moan lightly. "All day I've been thinking what I could do to you so you'll hate to say goodbye."

"Oh, you've already got that sown up, little man." I ran my tongue behind her ear, loving how she melted back into my arms. There was so much to say, but I didn't even know how to start. I was afraid if I asked the questions, I wouldn't get the answers I wanted.

She let me kiss her neck for a minute, then gasped and pulled away. "We're gonna flood the bathroom in a minute. Hold that thought."

I let her go with a laugh, and followed her into the bathroom. She was lighting candles, and I could see why baths were considered so sexy. I'd never been into baths, I just got bored when I was by myself, and the few times I tried taking one with a girl, it just got… complicated. Never enough room to move, we'd get all tangled up… sex in the shower I had mastered.

It looked like Rachel had sex in the tub mastered, the way she was fussing with the room, turning off the lights once all the candles were lit. "Have you done this before?" I asked, taking off my shirt.

She smiled, tossing something in the tub. "Not in this particular tub, no"

There was a fizzing noise from the tub, and I went over to look as she turned off the water. "What is that?"

"A bath bomb. In about a minute, it's going to smell amazing."

"Cool…" I mused, watching the bubbles, and heard her giggle.

"You are too cute sometimes. Now take all your clothes off and get in."

I did not need to be asked twice, and she ran into the other room, turning off the TV. She came back in and grabbed the matches, then left again. "Rache, what are you doing?" I asked, impatient. I wanted her in here with me. It was a big tub, but she'd probably have to sit on top of me… I looked around, finding the soap. I could wash her back, and her front, and everything else…

"Atmosphere," she called, and I heard her switching off the light, and then a meow.

That damn cat. She laughed. "Bates, just stay here on the couch, okay? No fucking with the candles. And if you come in the bathroom, I'm gonna splash you, so don't."

Finally she returned, standing in the doorway naked. My breath caught in my throat, looking at her. I knew every inch of her body now, and she still made my heart stop. The candlelight flickered over her skin, casting sexy shadows. She wasn't even trying to be sexy, grabbing a towel and coming over to the tub. I reached up, running my hand over her hip. "You're so beautiful, Rache."

She always looked a little… surprised when I said that. A little surprised and a lot pleased. Someday I was going to ask her which of her boyfriends never told her she was pretty. But not right now. "Move up," she told me, and I looked at her, confused. "Up," she motioned towards the other end of the tub. "I'm going to wash your hair, I need to sit behind you."

I wanted her on my lap. But I leaned forward and she settled on the edge of the tub, her knees behind me. "Lean back," she commanded, pulling me back so I was supported on her legs.

"Are you comfortable there?" I asked, turning around to see her.

"I'm fine. Hand me the shampoo."

I kissed her knee instead. "Sure you wouldn't rather be in the water?"

Smiling, she made me turn around. "You're going to thank me in a minute. I've been told I'm very good at this."

Turning away, I scowled. I hated when she said things like that. I wanted to be her first everything. Who else's hair had she washed? She wet my hair, squeezing out water from a big sponge, holding one hand over my forehead so that it wouldn't drip into my eyes.

Then her fingers started massaging my scalp, and I couldn't help but groan. She had amazing hands, strong and callused from playing guitar. They felt good all over my body, and I loved to fall asleep as she played with my hair. But this was extraordinary. She giggled at my groan. "See? I'm good at this."

"I'm going to hire you to do this every day when we're on tour." I let my head fall forward as she massaged the back of my scalp. Jesus. I didn't care who else she'd done this to. Jeremy, probably. They'd been together for almost four years. I'd barely had four days, I shouldn't be jealous. What right did I have to be jealous of anything?

She laughed again. "Shampooist to the stars."

"No, just me."

"But Kevin has such pretty hair…" she whined, her fingers at the top of my neck.

"And such a pretty wife."

"Alright, bunny, just you," she said softly, and I relaxed into her hands. I had to stop thinking. I should just enjoy this. This was amazing. It was… sensual. That was a good word. It wasn't sexual, not entirely. It was an experience onto itself.

He whimpered when I started to rinse the soap from his hair, and I laughed. "Lather, rinse, repeat, sweetie." He smiled, his head turned up to me as I squeezed water over his hair. God, he was beautiful. That smile just made my heart stop. I loved doing this, it gave me an excuse to stare at him, to memorize the tattoos on his shoulders and the feel of his scalp under my fingers. It might be our last night together.

Yesterday he said he wanted to follow our tour, but I knew that wouldn't last. He'd go see his family, and get some distance from this week, and it would all become just a happy dream. He might join us, but he'd get bored after a while. He was used to being the one on tour, tagging along with me would get dull. I'd be on stage, or off doing press, and what would he have to do? Play on his Game Boy a little more? He and the girls were playing with theirs this afternoon, they could hook them up and do something, and he kept losing, complaining about his hand.

"Nick?"

He mumbled a response, and I smiled. I hadn't asked this question yet, but I might get a real answer to it now.

"How did you break your hand?"

"I punched a wall," he sighed.

"Why?" I didn't stop moving my hands. It was like a truth serum. I could always get Jeremy to tell me the truth when I washed his hair.

"Frank said I couldn't go see your show."

I hesitated a second, but kept massaging. I'd expected something about AJ, not about me.

"Why not?"

"Because it was going to be too late after our show. And he thought it would be a mob scene of Backstreet fans, which it wasn't."

"Why did you want to come so bad? I would have met you after the show, you know that."

He was quiet for a moment. Did I lose my window of opportunity? "It was a bad day, Rache. It started out bad, and it ended worse, but in between there was hanging out with you, and that made it tolerable. Can we not talk about it? I'm enjoying this."

"Sure." I rubbed his head a little more, thinking. "I don't know that you needed to punch a wall, though," I teased.

"Breaking my hand was better than punching Frank or AJ or Kevin, I think," he said, but his tone was light.

"Hmm… Kevin, too?" I mused.

He sighed. "Kevin and AJ were fighting all day. When that happens, Kevin gets on my case, and acts like a dad, and I can't stand that. And AJ loved teasing me about you, I tried not to have a reaction, but I did, so he teased me more, because he was pissed off at Kevin. Then Frank came in, and said the club had lousy security, and anyone could get into VIP, so we shouldn't go. I yelled at him, and Kevin told me to stop acting like a spoiled brat, and AJ told me you weren't interested anyway, so why should I bother, and I punched a wall. There. That's how I broke my hand."

I looked at the back of his head for a second, then raked my fingers through his soapy hair, pulling it away from his face. He moaned lightly, and I could feel him relax against me.

"Sorry," I whispered. "I shouldn't have brought it up."

He shook his head. "No, I should have told you. 'Basketball' is a much easier answer, though."

I laughed, finding the sponge and wiping away the soap on his forehead. "It is." I leaned his head back, letting it rest on my knee as I rinsed the shampoo from his hair. "But you can tell AJ when you see him next week that I was always interested in you."

He grinned, squinting up at me. "Believe me, I will." I finished rinsing his hair and then draped my arms around his neck, kissing his cheek.

"Like that?" I asked him.

"Rache, that was awesome. Do I get to wash your hair now?"

I laughed. No one could navigate my curls but me. "No. Not tonight, anyway. It's far too complicated."

With a wicked smile, he turned around, facing me. God damn, I loved that smile. He licked his lips and I nearly came undone, leaning down to kiss him. He kissed me, but then pushed me back so my shoulders were against the wall, and I was still sitting on the edge of the tub. "What?" I asked him, feeling my breath come quicker. I wanted to slide into the water next to him and run my hands over his slick skin until we couldn't stand it anymore and had to get to the bed. This tub was definitely too narrow for decent sex.

But he had other ideas, reaching up to run his hand down my torso, leaving a trail of water in its wake. "You are so gorgeous, Rache," he whispered. The air on my wet skin was cool, but I wasn't moving, transfixed by the look in his eyes. When he told me I was beautiful, I believed him. The look in his eyes was almost dazzled, like he'd never seen anything so amazing before. It was surely the same way I looked at him.

That little voice at the back of my head tried to tell me I was in over my head, but I ignored it. I was in over my head, I was completely crazy about this man, so I was going to fucking enjoy it while it lasted. His tongue traced the tattoo around my bellybutton, and I couldn't help the moan that escaped my throat. He loved both my tattoos, kissing them, touching them, he knew it made me wild. I reached down, trying to tangle my fingers in his wet hair and guide him to where I wanted him, but he ducked away from me.

Carefully, he ran his hand down my leg under the water, and then pulled it up, holding my foot in one hand. "Comfy?" he asked, and I nodded, leaning back against the wall. Luckily this tub had wide edges, made decades ago. It was my grandparents' tub, and I had a brief flash of wondering if they'd ever done anything like this in here… but then Nick sucked on my ankle and I forgot all about anyone but him.

He had the most extraordinary mouth, full lips, agile tongue, and he knew how to put them to good use. My ankle? I'd had a lot of sex in my time, but never had my ankle been such an erogenous zone. He ran his tongue over my foot, then took my toe into his mouth and I had to grip onto the tub to keep from sliding in. Jesus. That mouth had to be somewhere else, it could be sucking on other things… good god.

Slowly, too slowly, he moved up my leg, kissing or sucking on every inch of my skin, and all I could do was moan. Finally, he was at my inner thigh, and I grabbed his head, trying to guide him to my center, but he ducked away again, smiling as he put my leg back into the water. I groaned and he laughed, that laugh I had gotten so used to, a sexy little chuckle that meant we were far from done.

He turned, taking my other leg and lifting it out of the water. "I think this leg is lonely."

I pouted. "That leg is fine. There are other parts of me that are lonely."

Bending his head to my foot, he grinned up at me. "No, I think this leg definitely needs some attention." He sucked on my toe again and I screamed.

"You are such a tease, Carter!"

I could feel his smile, and he kissed my instep. "Oh, yeah, I'm the only tease in this room, Connor. What the hell has the last month of my life been?"

I tried to kick him with my free leg, but he ignored me. When he sucked on the sensitive skin under my knee, I couldn't help myself, groaning as I slid my finger over my clit. I wanted him so badly, I'd wanted him all day, as we hung out with my family and had to be good in front of the kids. Was I ever going to get enough of him?

He pulled at my leg slightly and I moved my hand, grabbing onto the side of the tub to keep from sliding in. He smiled again. "You have to hold on, or you'll fall."

"Bastard!" I yelled.

He stopped what he was doing for a moment, grinning up at me infuriatingly. "Well, you could fall in. But I have plans, and as much as I enjoy tasting you, I'm not willing to risk drowning for it." I scowled at him and he just laughed.

Sighing, I settled back against my wall. "Well, hurry it up, then."

"Not a chance," he crowed, leaning towards my leg again. "Where was I? Here?" He kissed my shin, decidedly lower than where he'd left off.

"Higher!" I protested, and he shook his head against my leg, the stubble coming in around his chin scratching me slightly. I'd made him shave off his weird not quite a goatee a few days ago, but he still had stubble to tease me with. His hair was so blond, I could barely see it, but I could always feel it.

"No, I think I was right here." I sighed, letting him go on. He had a plan. His plans were usually good ones. And for all my email teasing about oral sex, he was really good at that. After a couple of tries, he had me all figured out. I leaned back, shutting my eyes and just enjoying his touch on my legs. The water was warm where it touched me, and there was a breeze from the open window, making the candles flutter and blowing the scents around. I loved this bath bomb, it was citrusy and warm, mingling well with the lavender from my favorite candles.

And god, I loved the way Nick touched me. His mouth was careful and warm, his tongue hot as it touched my skin. Sex with him was overwhelmingly fantastic, better than any fantasy I'd had. I couldn't imagine not being with him this time tomorrow. We'd gotten spoiled, three days of nothing but uninhibited, screaming sex whenever we wanted it.

His mouth closed around my clit and I shrieked. I opened my eyes and found him smiling up at me, his tongue licking in between my legs. I couldn't look at him any longer, it was too much. Little bastard was just waiting for me to get distracted so he could surprise me. "Oh, god," I breathed, raggedly. This wouldn't take long, I'd been on the edge for what seemed like forever now.

His tongue danced over me and I forgot how to breathe. I started to reach for his head, but remembered I'd fall in, and nothing was going to ruin this. "Nick, that feels so good… I-" He ran his tongue down the length of me, slipping inside, and I screamed. "God, yes… no. Use your fingers, baby, you know I love that."

He shook his head against me, moving back to my clit and sucking on it carefully, flicking his tongue across it lightly. I couldn't form words any longer. Tongue, fingers, I didn't care. It was too late to care. I shuddered against him, and he held on to my waist so I wouldn't fall in, sucking on me until I told him to stop. Then he moved away, pulling me into the water, kissing me so that I could taste myself on his lips.

I sighed against his chest, letting him fold his arms around me. "Nick, you are fucking amazing."

He chuckled, pulling me closer. "I thought I was a teasing bastard?"

"You're that, too." I moved so I was straddling his hips, and I could feel his erection against me. "Ever do it in the tub?"

"Not successfully," he grinned.

I moved against him. "It's not really possible. The water…" I lost my train of thought as he pinched my nipple lightly, watching my face.

"Why not?"

"Um… not enough lubrication. I never considered sitting on the edge as a viable position before."

He grinned, grabbing my hips to settle me against his cock. "Nice to know I'm your first something."

Ow. I never should have told him how many people I'd slept with. He kissed me, interrupting my thoughts.

"That's not what I meant, Rache," he whispered, leaning his forehead against mine and running his hand down my arm. "Well… maybe… but not in a bad way. I just get jealous sometimes."

"I know." The thought of him with anyone else made me crazy. He was no saint, I knew as soon as I let him out of my sight, there would be other girls, and I had no right after a few days to ask for anything else.

"Who told you that you give a great shampoo?" He asked, trying to sound like he was joking.

"Jeremy and James… Damon never let me," I mused. Who had he attempted sex in the bath with?

"James?" He squeaked, moving away from me, and I laughed at the expression on his face.

"Not naked in the tub, but I've dyed his hair about a million times."

"Oh." He calmed down, and I kissed him before we could ask any more questions, moving my hips against him. More sex, less talking. He responded quickly, pulling me against his body, and we kissed for a long time, enjoying the feel of our wet skin sliding against each other. Finally, I leaned away from him, opening the drain.

"That's enough. We need more room." He grinned and we untangled ourselves to get out of the tub.

I grabbed a towel and started drying her off, making her smile. I made sure to get every little spot, not skipping anything. She found another towel and ran it over my body, and I bit back yet another moan. My skin was almost too sensitive, after all that playing in the water, and I saw her smile at the expression on my face. "Too much?" She asked, kneeling down to dry my legs.

"Not enough," I whispered. Never enough, not with her. My erection had wilted a bit as the cooler air hit it when we stepped out of the tub, but it came back as I looked at her kneeling next to me. What was I going to do tomorrow, when she wasn't with me? Grinning, she kissed behind my knee, and I yelled, grabbing onto the wall for support.

The next thing I knew, her mouth was on my cock, and I fell over, crashing into the toilet seat. She laughed as I tried to look like I meant to be sitting there. "See how distracting that is?" She teased, and I cupped her face in my hands, kissing her deeply.

"I want to fuck you, Rache."

She shook her head. "I don't think you'll last very long. Let me take care of that, then we'll start over."

I considered her for a moment. She was right. I wanted this to be special, I wanted to make sure that she came a dozen times and wouldn't be able to think of anyone but me when we were apart. But at this very second, all I wanted to do was fuck her senseless, and that would last about a minute. Maybe two.

She smiled as I reached around, carefully removing the elastic that held her hair up. I loved her hair. It had taken me a while, but I'd learned how to weave my fingers through it without getting stuck in her curls. Still smiling, she ducked away from my hands, kissing my thighs. I would have moved into the bedroom, but this was fine… as long as her mouth was on me, everything was fine.

Good god. I should find every guy she ever slept with and thank them for teaching her how to do this. She was never awkward, she just knew what I needed. "God, Rache, you feel so good… fuck, yeah…" I stopped making sense when she took me deeper into her mouth, reaching up to cup my balls, and I cried out as she swirled her tongue around the tip. She used her hands so well, it wasn't long before I came in her mouth, screaming her name.

I could feel her smile as I slid out of her mouth, and she looked up at me and swallowed. "Christ, Rache, you are my every teenage fantasy," I whispered, making her laugh. It was true. She was.

Standing up, she started blowing out some of the candles in the room. "You had much more explicit teenage fantasies than I did, then."

I laughed. "What were your teenage fantasies?" I wanted to live up to them.

Taking my hand, she pulled me into the bedroom. It was lit by candles, I loved her in candlelight. She laid down on the bed with a smile, and I joined her, pulling her body to mine. "Oh, I don't know. They were all chocolate boxes and roses, I suppose."

"I got you chocolate the other day," I reminded her, nuzzling her neck. She smelled so good after that bath, that fizzy thing was very nice.

"You did. No roses, though."

"I'll send you dozens," I promised, kissing her shoulder. She ran her hand down my arm, lacing her fingers through mine.

"And I wanted a boy to tell me I was pretty, and spend hours kissing me."

I smiled at her. "You are beyond merely pretty, Rache."

"So good for my ego, little man. Are you gonna keep telling me these things after tomorrow?"

"Absolutely." I kissed her, and she rolled over so that she was on top of me, stretched out. She fit so well there. She didn't quite meet my eyes, but traced the line of my cheekbones, running her finger along my lips.

"Were you serious about wanting to come on tour with me?" She asked quietly, and I had to stop myself from sounding overeager.

"Yes," I said, carefully. That sounded okay, didn't it?

"You don't have to."

"Rache! I want to. I have time, I just want to spend it with you."

She smiled up at me shyly. "I have to talk to Jeremy first…"

"I know."

"But maybe in a couple of days? Will you fly out? I know you hate to fly."

I did hate to fly. But I was flying tomorrow to see my family, I'd much rather make the effort to be with her. "Yes. Just tell me where."

"Frank said he should come, too."

I groaned, and not a happy one this time. "No. Didn't you tell me once that I attracted more attention with a bodyguard? It'll be fine."

She considered me for a moment. "Okay. We'll try it. I'll talk to Jeremy tomorrow, and then you can be my cute little groupie, following me all over. I've never had one of those, ya know."

Wrapping my arms around her, I rolled over again. I could touch her more when we were side by side. Her skin was so soft, there must have been one of those girly lotion things in the water. "You lie. You've never had a boy follow you from city to city?"

She smiled, pondering. "Not one that rode on my tour bus. And none for more than two nights… oh, wait, three. And then his girlfriend found him, oh, that was a scene."

Laughing, I tickled her. "You wanton other woman." I got to be her first something, I was trying not to be jealous of this guy.

"I didn't know!" She protested, trying to wiggle away from me. "I wouldn't do that, I had no idea he had a girlfriend. What about you, how many groupies have followed you around?" She laughed at the expression on my face. "I take that back. How many did you sleep with for more than one night?"

I considered, then shook my head. "I make it a habit not to encourage groupies with more than one night. My fans can be a little… obsessive."

"You don't say," she teased, running her fingers through my hair. "All those girls on the message boards, they all seem perfectly normal to me."

"Just you wait. You're gonna be on MTV, and you'll get some weird ones."

"I can't wait," she said dryly. "The perks of fame."

I captured her lips in mine, kissing her. "Maybe you won't get any, because they'll all know you're with the cute Backstreet Boy, and who can compete with that?"

My arrogance made both of us laugh, and she kissed me again, looking at me seriously when we moved apart. "So this isn't our last night together?"

"I fucking hope not!" I yelled, making her grin.

"Good," she said softly, kissing me again. "But let's enjoy it anyway. It might be days before we see each other again."

"Sure I can't just stow away in your luggage to Minneapolis?" I whined. "I'll hide, Jeremy will never know I'm there."

"You are so tempting, little man…"

Chapter 7...

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