Oreos For Breakfast: Nick Fanfic

Oreos for Breakfast
Chapter 8

By The Paperbag Princess and The Pumpkin Coach

He jumped up next to me as James got down, smiling almost shyly. I'd been trying to think of a way to get Em to take our picture all day, this was perfect. I wrapped my arms around his waist and let Em snap away. I didn't need to tell myself to smile, I hadn't stopped for hours. This was so much fun, this was what my band was best at, causing trouble and chaos.

And Nick was here. I loved that he was with me. Everytime I looked over, he was smiling at me, or doing something for the video, concentrating very hard on getting it right. If I said it was perfect, I might jinx it, but it was damn close. Even Jeremy was at his best. He loved this shit, thinking up weird ways to film our music. He was too busy to be mean to Nick, thank god.

"One of the band?" Em asked me, and I nodded, letting go of Nick reluctantly. Em arranged us on the car, James and Darien standing on the ground, Jeremy and I leaning over them. "Alright, that's a roll," she said, rewinding the film. "Can we move away from the horrible photo now?"

"But it's Duran!" James whined, and I giggled, jumping down from the car.

"Darling, what would you do if it was JC up there?"

He grinned at me. "Camp out?"

"Can we stop discussing the boy bands and get some lunch?" Darien whined, climbing back into the van. We piled in, joking that those photos should be the cover of the single.

"Afraid they're not that good, dears," Em informed us. "I'll do some stills later. Maybe the bar… did we find a bar yet?"

Shit, I forgot about that. I pulled out my Palm again, but we pulled into a parking garage and I lost the internet connection. We piled out of the van while Lola told us we were about to experience fabulous pizza, and Darien rolled his eyes at her. We'd been here before. If nothing else, this band could eat. We had favorite spots in every city.

I was about to join in the conversation when Nick pulled me behind a parked car, kissing me deeply before I even realized what was going on. Ah, screw the band. I wrapped my arms around his neck, breathing into him, letting him pull me up tightly against his body. We moved apart and he ducked out of my arms, taking my hand and pulling me along to catch up with the others. "Can't we just stay here and make out?" I whined, and he grinned back at me.

"We didn't have breakfast."

Yeah, we didn't. We'd gotten up, brushed our teeth, and I was looking for the room service menu when he dragged me down on the bed and ravished me. Not that I fought him off, mind. Ham omelet or Nick Carter, that was not a difficult decision. "We could never eat again, and just have sex. Might be a great new diet."

"Are you saying that I'm fat?" he asked, holding open the door to the restaurant for me.

"No, I'm saying you're fucking irresistible," I told him, grabbing his ass as I walked past him. Our motley crew of seven was standing inside the door, waiting for a table, and I reached into Nick's pocket, retrieving my Palm Pilot. And making him groan a little in the process, looking at me and licking his lips slowly.

Could I drag him into the bathroom, maybe?

No time for that, we were escorted to a table in the back, and I got swept up in band talk. The Palm didn't work, so Lola just found a phone book and started calling. In 20 minutes, we had a bar. They'd open just for us in about an hour. I loved Lola. I loved that wasn't my job anymore, and I could concentrate on how it felt to lean up against Nick, listening to him talk to the boys about video game stragedy. Em and Lola were discussing the schedule, and I was quiet for a moment, sipping my beer and listening to everyone around me.

"What are you smiling about?" Nick asked, leaning down to me.

"I was just thinking how fun this was. And how glad I am that you're here with me." I kissed him quickly. "And I was really thinking that I can't wait to see this video, that we'll get to have a permanent record of this cool day."

He just smiled at me for a second. "Me too," he finally said. "Everytime I see it on TV, I'll be able to think that I was here."

No matter what happens, we'll have this day. Em's taking pictures of it, so it'll last forever. I can show my grandchildren pictures of me and Nick together and tell them that once their grandma was cool.

"Alright, I need to throw Amber a bone," Em announced to the table, setting down her phone.

James held up a crust of pizza. "I have a crust. Is that good enough?"

She laughed at him. "No, it's not. She's freaking out a bit, and probably torturing poor Sylvia. Can I tell her where we're doing the karoke?" She glanced over at me, and I pouted at her. Damnit, I was just saying how glad I was that Nick was with me.

Em giggled at my face. "What, a week and you're co-dependent freaks?"

I rolled my eyes at her. "I remember a bunch of times that somebody couldn't go out because Alex wanted to stay in…"

She stuck her tongue out at me. "Anyway, its not just the boy toy that's a problem, it's that Amber's a problem. I'm thinking that we get to the bar before she does, shoot what I want, then when she shows up, I can shoot what she wants and everyone ends up happy. Then we might do something outdoors… maybe a park? I think she's out of our hair around six, she's got a flight back tonight. As do I, but it's a redeye."

I looked around the table and everyone looked unhappy. Even Jeremy was glaring into his beer. Em laughed at us. "Oh, stop it. This is not the end of the world. I will handle Amber and keep her away from you lot."

Jeremy looked up at her. "I will give you five bucks if you succeed at that. She will flirt with me and pump Rachel for info on Nick."

"And she'll flirt with me," Darien scowled.

James smiled at all of us. "She doesn't bother me."

Jeremy raised an eyebrow at him. "Five bucks she tells you to be less gay."

"I'm not gay!" James protested in mock horror.

"She's worried that you're bad for our image," Jeremy said seriously, and the rest of us burst into laughter.

"I don't think we can suddenly pretend that James is straight," Darien said.

"I'd have to buy a new wardrobe!" James shrieked. "It would be horrible!"

"That's alright, baby, we love you just the way you are," I cooed to him. "Fuck Amber."

"I think she'd be happy if Jeremy did," James said, smirking at him, and Jeremy rolled his eyes.

"Hey, she wants to be Rachel's best friend," he protested.

I shook my head. "Fuck her. She is not my type."

"Whatever Amber is, she's meeting us at 3," Em informed us.

"Bitch," Darien snarled at her, and she just giggled.

"Whatever, D. I've learned to just appease the record folks sometimes."

"You never do that with us!" Nick exclaimed. "You're always yelling at label people with us."

Em grinned at him. "And for the 50th time today, you weren't supposed to be on the cover of Rolling Stone with your pants around your ankles. I took all the pictures they wanted, then I got rid of them. Just like now. The video could be done with what we've got, I'll throw Amber a bone, for their sakes."

Jeremy and James spoke at once.

"Why for our sakes?" Jeremy asked, shooting her a wary look, while James was considering my Nick.

"You were on the cover of Rolling Stone with no pants?"

"I was wearing a long jacket!" Nick defended, and I giggled.

"Yeah, I've been hearing about those pictures all day, I might need to find them…" I mused.

"They're on my website," Em informed me, before looking over at Jeremy. "You guys still need to be a little nice to the label. You're not quite big enough to diva."

"And you are?" He managed not to sound accusatory with that.

"I've worked hard. Hell, if I wasn't who I am, do you think Amber wouldn't be here right now? I know she was told to give me free reign. Benefit from my wisdom, grasshopper," she smiled at him. "Wait until you've gone gold to fuck with the label."

Darien looked over at Nick. "Dude, what does that mean for you? You guys must be able to do whatever you want!"

Nick shook his head. "Not even. They're-"

Lola came back to the table and cut him off. Where did she go? I wasn't paying attention. "If Amber is meeting us at three, we should hit the road."

"But Nick is telling us how evil his label is!" Darien whined, and she shook her head at him.

"He can tell you that later. Right now, we have a video to film?"

I fell back on the bed, screaming up at the ceiling. How long since Rachel made me hide back at the hotel? I glanced at the clock.

An hour. Great. I was not good at this being alone thing.

I was just jealous. I felt like a little kid who was grounded and wasn't allowed to play. We had so much fun today, being insane for the video. Em even filmed me singing at the karoke bar, swearing to everyone that she wouldn't edit me in. But at quarter to three, Rachel made me leave, she didn't want me in the same room as Amber.

I sorta wanted to meet this Amber. They really hated her. I sorta liked our label reps, but maybe that was because they were in charge of making us happy. Even when they told us stupid things like which tracks would make it on the CD, they were nice about it.

They would have been all over a video shoot, though. I wondered if we got Em to direct one of our videos if she'd have half the freedom she did today. This was going to be the coolest video ever. I knew Em was doing a great job with it, she was always filming the fun stuff.

Kevin said she could 'capture a mood on film.' Kevin spent a lot of time thinking about Em Evesham.

I eyed my phone. I should probably call him. He'd called me a million times, I was sure of it. I hadn't even checked my voicemail since I joined up with Rachel, there was no reason to. I was with her, and I didn't want to talk to anyone else.

I picked up my phone, dialing in for voicemail. 20 messages. Full.

I just left them there and hit Kevin's number on speed dial. At least I could tease him about spending the day with Em.

Aw, sweet, voicemail. "Hey, Kev, it's Nick. You so wish you were me today, I spent the whole day with your girlfriend Em Evesham. I might have to fight you for her, she's totally cool. Is that why you always monopolize her attention when she's shooting us, afraid of the competition? Heh, well now I'm dating one of her best friends, nyah nyah!"

There might be a reason Kevin always accused me of being childish.

"Uh… anyway, I know you called me like a million times. I'm around, I'm with Rachel in Chicago. Well, not with Rachel right now, they're off filming and I got banished back here to the hotel. Long story. She's trying to keep me secret from the label rep. Isn't that a riot? A girl is trying to pretend she's not dating me. Isn't that supposed to be me, pretending to be unattached? Weird, man. Uh… anyway. Give me a call back. Talk to you later."

I tried Howie and Brian and left nearly the same stupid message. Where were they all?

"Hey, bunny, it's just me," I announced, opening the door to our hotel room. It was still a shambles, clothes everywhere, and there was Nick, sound asleep on the bed, the TV playing MTV loudly. I found the remote and muted the sound before bouncing on the bed next to him. "Wake up, Nicky!"

He groaned, opening his eyes slowly. He was so pretty when he was asleep, his face all calm and peaceful. He smiled when he realized it was me, and my heart beat a little faster.

God, I was so in love with him it was sickening.

"Hey," he mumbled. "You're back."

"Yep! Amber's gone, so you get to come with us now!"

Yawning, he ran his hand over his face, rubbing his eyes. "I thought you were done."

"Nope. We're crashing Tsar's show and doing like two songs so that Em can get some crowd shots of us. That's not until ten or something, so we have to clean up the room and we've got dinner reservations at 8."

He pulled me down on the bed next to him. "Or we could stay here and I could insure that you look well fucked for filming later tonight."

I laughed as he kissed me, slipping his hands inside my shirt. "Or we could clean up and pack so that I'll be full of sexual energy."

"Nah…" he decided, nuzzling my neck. "Well fucked is a really good look on you."

His hand moved higher, cupping my breast, his thumb lightly teasing my nipple, and I groaned. "I told Em I'd be in her room in 15 minutes…" I sighed.

He rolled over, pinning me underneath him. "We can do that. I've been lying here for three hours dreaming of you."

"You were sound asleep when I walked in!" I protested, lifting my hips so he could slide my jeans down.

"I was dreaming of you," he murmured, kissing me deeply. "Do you have any idea how amazing you look today?"

I pulled the shirt over his head and then dropped my hands to his shorts. "Do tell."

"You're fucking gorgeous," he growled, sighing as I pushed his shorts over his hips, freeing his erection. "All day, I've been watching you, thinking about when I could get you alone and kiss all that lipstick off your pretty mouth."

"It's unkissable," I smirked, rolling over and straddling his hips, yanking my shirt off. He reached up, unhooking my bra.

"Could you feel me staring at your breasts all day? That shirt is perfect, it shows them off. I kept thinking about how they'd feel pressed up against me, your little sigh when I sucked on your nipples." He pinched them carefully, and I bit my lip, looking down at him. Damn, he made me feel like the sexiest woman in the world.

I reached over to the bedside table for a condom, but he tackled me first, lying me down so that he could suck at my breasts. I groaned, my head swimming as his tongue swirled around my nipple. His hand moved between my legs, and I cried out as his fingers slid over me. "God, Nick, just fuck me. We don't have all day."

He laughed, looking up at me. "Impatient, are we? I thought you didn't even want to do this…"

"When did I say that?" I yanked open the drawer on the bedside table, fumbling for a condom. "I was thinking how kinky it would be to ravish you there in the Barbie aisle."

He took the condom from my hand and rolled it on, shaking his head. "Cement floors. Definitely uncomfortable."

"Oh, allow me my sick and twisted fantasies, little man."

He stopped, holding up a warning finger to me. "Now, what did we decide about that nickname during sex?"

I laughed, pulling him back down to me. "Sorry. Now give me that huge, massive, colossal…"

"Shut up," he grinned, kissing me as he thrust inside me. I moaned loudly as he filled me, raising my hips off the bed to meet his. "This is what I was dreaming of, Rache," he whispered against my ear. "When you woke me up, I was dreaming of how it felt to be inside you, how warm and tight you feel around me."

"God, baby, you have got to have dreams like that more often," I whispered back, arching my back as he drove inside me.

"I have them all the time, believe me," he smiled down at me, his hair falling in his eyes, and I had to look away. Sometimes he was just so beautiful that I couldn't stand to look at him, or I'd say something I shouldn't. I didn't want to risk that he'd run away if I told him I loved him, I never wanted this to end. I wanted to make love to him forever, even a quickie when we should be somewhere else was exquisite.

"God, Rache, I can't-" he gasped, his thrusts becoming faster and deeper, and I bit down on his shoulder.

"Then don't, baby, I'm so close. Fuck me harder, Nick, you know I-" I couldn't finish my sentence when he did what I told him, and in a moment, we both came with a cry. He collapsed next to me, shaking, and it took me a minute to realize a phone was ringing. I started to sit up, and he pulled me back down, kissing my shoulder.

"It's mine. Probably one of the fellas, ignore it."

"They've been trying to get in touch with you, haven't they?" I worried, and he shook his head, kissing me deeply.

"I don't want to do anything but more of this."

I smiled as he pulled me closer. "Alright, we can lie here for two minutes, but then we have to pack."

He just nodded against me, catching his breath.

Fuck the band. I just wanted more of this, more of her. I didn't care if she was busy and we needed to be places, I was happy enough with stolen moments alone with her. We'd be on the bus tonight, it would be tomorrow before we'd have a chance for sex again.

It wasn't just sex. It was everything, I didn't care what we were doing, I just wanted to be with her. I could be with her in the middle of a crowd of people, because I knew that every once in a while she'd flash me one of our private looks, or touch me lightly, and I'd feel special, and know that she wanted me as much as I wanted her, if that was possible.

The phone rang, the regular room phone, and she sighed. "That's Em."

"She had you all day!" I whined, and she grinned as she reached over me to answer it.

"I know, Em, I got a little distracted." She giggled, and I could her Em's annoyed tone on the other end. "Well, I need to get dressed," she teased, laughing again. "Oh, please, you're gonna see your fuckbunny in a few hours… ok, true, he's illin' at the moment."

Fuckbunny? That was a new one.

"Alright, five minutes, I'll get dressed." She put down the phone and I grabbed her back before she could stand up.

"Fuckbunny?" I asked, grinning down at her, and she laughed, wiggling away.

"Kinda fits, you must admit. Alright, I must go and get my stuff from Em, or she will take it all back to London with her."

I jumped up, finding my clothes. "Then we have to pack?" I questioned.

"We're going to the club straight from dinner, then heading for St. Louis from the club."

"Why do we have reservations for dinner?" Did that sound whiney? "Do I have to get dressed up?"

"Long pants might be good," she said, considering the clothes hanging her closet. "It's some place Em likes. Italian, I think. She wants meatballs."

I looked into my bag, pulling out a pair of jeans. "Are these good enough?"

She glanced over and nodded. "Jeans are fine. I don't think Em is planning on changing."

"I thought Em was a vegetarian?" I asked, stepping into the jeans.

"Alex is. She sometimes isn't. When she was pregnant, we'd go out for steaks, because Damon and Alex were veggies." She stood in front of the mirror, fixing her hair, and I leaned on the wall next to it.

"Is that when you were in England? When Em was pregnant?" I tried to remember when that was. Em didn't work for a few months, something about the chemicals in the darkroom, and there was something major we wanted her for and she couldn't do. I couldn't remember what it was now.

Rachel just nodded. "Lexa was born just before I left. I'll be right back."

"Hey!" I know that was whiney. "Can I come? I never unpacked, so I can be ready quick."

She stopped at the door, giving me an amused smile. "I'm just going to pick up some stuff and coo over baby pictures."

I didn't care. I liked watching her with Em, I liked how they laughed together. "Hell, I need to take notes for Kevin," I joked and she giggled, holding out her hand to me.

Em had a nicer room than ours, a suite, even. "Ah, how the other half lives," Rachel joked, looking around.

"You'll see in a couple of months, I'm sure," Em smiled. "Once my fabulous video hits MTV, of course."

"Hello, with my fabulous song!" Rachel protested, and Em looked over at me.

"Nicky has stayed in much nicer rooms than this one, I'm sure," she said, and I shrugged. I had. I wouldn't throw a fit if I was in this one, but I'd seen better.

"Your stuff is over here," Em told her, leading us over to the couch and handing Rachel a huge shopping bag. Rachel hopped up and down, looking like a kid at Christmas and peering inside.

"Emmie, you are awesome!" She put the bag down and starting pulling things out. "Chocolate!" She opened the box and handed me one, picking through it carefully for hers. British chocolate was so much better than American, I should get Kate to send me some the next time she sent me clothes…

"How's Kate?" I asked Em, and she looked up from a table in the corner where she was shuffling through some papers.

"She's well. If I ever get a free minute, I am so calling her and telling her that someone else has stolen your heart."

"Aw, she'll always be my first love," I joked, and Rachel whacked me.

"No talk of other women!"

"Yes, ma'am," I grinned. "You are the only woman in my life."

"That's better. Ooh, bath bombs!" She held one out to me and I suddenly I was in her tub on Long Island again as I sniffed it. I'd gotten those lavender candles she liked, but this was better. We looked through her bag of goodies for a minute, then Em handed Rachel a stack of papers.

Pictures, actually. Rachel squealed at the first one, and I looked over at it.

Oh, god. I was about 15 in that one.

"Em, I love you!" Rachel exclaimed as I glared at Em, making her laugh.

"Hey, I brought those before I had any idea that you two were together. Thought she might enjoy some of them."

"I am going to paper my bunk with them! Oh, god, this one is going right above my head, so I can gaze it every night as I fall asleep," she sighed, and I looked at it.

OK, that one was good. One of the Black and Blue publicity shots, I did look hot.

Whimpering slightly, Rachel flipped to the next print, and I just blinked at it. It was Brian and I, probably four years ago, judging by my hair, laughing at something. I'd never seen it before. Em must have caught my confused look, she laughed.

"I have the negatives to every photo I've ever taken of you, honey. I only show you guys the ones that are useful, the rest just go in my files. That's where all these are from, I just grabbed a bunch."

I took it from Rachel's hand. "Can you make me a copy of this?"

She smiled at me. "Yeah. I'll make one for Brian, too, I bet he'd like it."

"Thanks." I missed him a bit, looking at the picture. I usually had four guys around me who knew all my stupid habits and bad jokes, now I just had Rachel.

She laughed over one of the pictures and I shook my head. What the hell was I doing, missing the fellas? I had Rachel. We had stupid jokes together. And I was getting to be friends with her band. The guys in Tsar liked me.

Hell, I didn't have sex with the fellas. That made up for a lot of unknown in-jokes.

Rachel flipped through all the photos, then tucked them in her bag. "Thank you, Em, you are so awesome. Dinner's at 8?"

"I've got a cab picking us up at 7:45. That gives you 45 minutes to pack and get everything on the bus. I expect to see you in those same clothes when I see you next," she warned, and Rachel laughed.

"Yes, mom. I'll attempt to restrain myself from my hottie boyfriend for 45 minutes. He says well fucked is a good look on me, though, is it?"

"Rache!" I protested, and I could feel myself blushing.

But Em just laughed, opening up the door. "Absolutely. You look better now than I ever saw you look with Damon, it must be the sex."

Rachel nodded, looking at me. "I'll give you the compare and contrast some other time when we're alone," she teased, and I scowled at her. "Oh, don't worry, bunny, you win."

Em rolled her eyes at us, pushing me out the door. "Go. I'll see you at quarter 'til 8."

As soon as we were in the elevator, I kissed her. "I win?"

"Let's see, Damon was a British man pushing 30, and you are my gorgeous young all-American. No comparison. He had no sex drive."

"Even with you? How could any man not want you, Rache?" I wondered, and she shook her head, her eyes sad, as the elevator opened to our floor.

"Dunno, bunny. I am even more clueless as to why I put up with it for so long." She opened the door to our room, and I kissed her, slamming the door shut behind us. I hated that look in her eyes, I hated that anyone had ever hurt her.

We moved apart, and she reached up, stroking my face. "You make me feel so beautiful, Nick."

"You are beautiful, Rache," I told her sincerely. She was. From the first moment I saw her, I thought she was beautiful. I started to tell her that, but she shook her head, kissing me again.

"Thank you. C'mon, we gotta pack."

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