Oreos
for Breakfast - Chapter 9
By
The Paperbag Princess and The Pumpkin
Coach
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"This is a great band out of New York, and I'm really excited to premiere their video here on TRL. When I was at K-ROK," Carson said from the TV behind me, and AJ looked up, glaring at the screen.
"Yeah, go on and pretend you're hip, Carson. God forbid you actually like any of the videos that are popular."
We'd been staring at schedules for way too long. We'd been together way too long, two days of management and meetings and tensions were already high… but after this, I got to see Rachel. They had an industry showcase tonight, they'd been doing press all day. She wasn't far away, she was in the city, at least, but I still hadn't seen her.
"Sudden Silence," I heard from the TV, and I whipped my head around, wondering if I was hallucinating from missing her so much.
"Dude, did he say-?" Howie started, and I shushed him as the camera zoomed in on a rack of CDs, and a hand picked one out.
"That's me!" I yelled, not caring that the fellas laughed at me. OK, I'd been in dozens of videos, guess I shouldn't be that excited at seeing my hand.
Holy shit, my girlfriend's band was on TRL. They'd just gotten the video yesterday, the last I'd heard, Jeremy wanted me edited out. Guess he lost that fight.
She had left me a million messages today, asking me to call her, she had news, but we kept missing each other…
"Hey, we can't get Em to do our videos!" Brian complained as the credits came up in the corner of the screen.
"I told you that," I snapped, not taking my eyes from the screen. God, she was sexy. I loved her in that tank top, and she looked like she was having so much fun singing in the aisle at that store. She was having fun, that entire day had been amazing. Did Em put in the stuff when the manager was yelling at them to get out?
"Can we get Rachel to convince Em to do our next video?" Kevin wondered.
"You'll have to drag her away from her husband, Kevy," AJ teased, and I think there was something thrown. I still hadn't looked away from the screen.
"Shit!" I yelled, "I did that!" There was a quick shot of the Barbie orgy Darien and I had done.
"Impressive, Nicky," Howie said, and I scowled somewhat in his direction.
"Shut up. Watch… oooh, that's good." Rachel laughed as dolls came flying at her from all directions as she attempted to sing the 'replaceable/disposable' line. Then there was a shot of the fight James and Darien had with the dolls, JC Chasez vs. GI Joe.
"What's is that?" Brian asked.
"A JC Chasez marionette," I informed him. "James wouldn't let us torture that one, but I did some awful things to Justin."
Everyone laughed. "James is the gay one, right? Oh, N*Sync is just gonna fucking love that publicity." AJ had to say.
That damn doll was everywhere, every James shot he had it. I hadn't considered that, but maybe the N*Sync angle would distract from the me angle. Usually I hated giving anything to them, but this one time they could have it.
Rachel was on stage, her guitar slung around her neck, screaming into the mic, and I nearly swooned. Was it just me, or was she fucking hot?
"Fuck me, Nicky," AJ said. "She's fucking hot."
Guess not. "And she's mine!" I yelled, making everyone laugh.
"Better watch out, little man," Kevin warned. "In about a day, everyone's gonna want her."
"I know," I sighed. How could they not? Look at this video, it was perfect. They all looked great, even Jeremy, and they were having the time of their lives. Something was wrong with the world if this song didn't hit.
The song ended and Carson appeared on the screen again, "Wanton sex goddess, eh? All right… so there's your first taste of Sudden Silence, America. Let's see what some of our audience members think of the video, shall we?"
He walked over to a girl in the front row named Stacy. She shrieked into the microphone when he held it out to her.
"Do they have to do that?" Kevin rolled his eyes, "Can't they just talk like normal people?"
I moved closer to the television and turned up the sound. Fuck Kevin. The girl was going on about how she liked the song and the video was cool. Different than the other ones on MTV. Less "polished" she said. More real.
"You're right it's real. Took a whole day to film, I'm told. Shot with a hand held digital camera for about the price of lunch at McDonald's!" Carson joked and then turned to the boy on his right. "What'd you think, man?"
"The song's okay, I guess," the guy started. "The chick was hot and all, I'd request it just to see that girl again."
"Great. The masses have spoken, Nicky." Howie laughed, "Your girlfriend is worthy of TRL votes just to lust after her."
That's okay. I'd be voting just so I could see her everyday. Now that she wasn't touring with us, I'd have to. Wonder if Em would send me outtakes?
The show went to commercial and I turned the sound back down. I couldn't stop grinning. Had she seen that yet? Did they even know it was premiering? That was dumb, of course they did. It was a wonder that Amber didn't fly them out to New York for some screen time. No, they had the industry show tonight, that was too important.
I stood up, grabbing my phone off the table and Kevin scowled over at me, "We're not done, Nick. Sit down."
"I'm just gonna be a minute, Kev. I'll probably get voicemail." I'd already hit her number and it was ringing. Yep. Voicemail immediately, she must be in interviews and have it turned off. I ducked into the bedroom and closed the door, leaning back against it.
"Hey, baby! I just saw you on my TV! Was that your big news? Man, Rache, that video is so cool. Did you see it? Carson was practically gushing over it. He's gonna have a crush on you now, too, isn't he? Dang." I laughed, imagining her blowing Carson off the next chance she had. "I miss you, baby. I know you're like 10 minutes away, aren't you? I wish I was there to give you a huge hug. I'm so proud of you, Rache." I sighed, trying not to sound too silly. "Well, that's all. I love you, Rache. Call me when you can. I'll try to leave my phone on, but Kev's on my case. Okay… bye."
"It must be the boy wonder!" James drawled as he stared at me from his perch on my bed. I knew I was grinning like an idiot, but I couldn't help it. He was so cute, his voice rose an octave as he went on an on about how cool our video was. It was only a matter of hours now. Two more interviews, a show and then an interminable meet and greet… and then I could ravish him back at the hotel.
I smiled to myself, remembering what I'd left for him in the room. A copy of the video, of course, a bunch of pictures that Em had sent me of him, a basket of lavender candles and the cutest pair of boxer shorts with bunnies all over them. Okay, that last one might just be dorky. I was going to blow that sexy image he had of me, wasn't I?
I saved the message in my voicemail and hit his number, making James groan.
"Rache! We only have 20 minutes to get something to eat before we have to talk to… someone from some paper that we've never heard of! I'm hungry!"
"Well, go eat then. He's in meetings, I'll just leave a message…"
Yep. His voicemail message started and I stuck my tongue out at James, "Two seconds. Promise."
"Hi, Nicky! Thanks for my message, bunny. Yeah, that's what I was calling about. I didn't know if you'd be watching or not. Are you still stuck in meetings, then, or does Kevin have you tied up?" James' eyes lit up, making me giggle. "Oh, James wants to see that! Down, boy! There are no same-sex partnerships in the Backstreet camp in real life, just in naughty stories on the Web. Well, not that I know of… are there, Nicky? Come on, you can tell me. It's Howie, isn't it? Yeah, you never see Howie with a girl now, do you? Anyway… James, quit distracting me. We have like 15 minutes now to eat before we have to get back to interviews. Damn, how many times can we answer the same questions, Nick?" I sighed, "Can't wait to see you tonight, though. Told Lola to put you all on the list, but I figure AJ won't come. Anyway, I love you, baby. See you soon!"
I'd never been on this side of it before. After a show, I was always surrounded by people, and sometimes I would catch a glimpse of one of the girlfriends, mine, or the other guy's, and they'd look lost and frustrated.
I was feeling a little lost and frustrated. Their show had been amazing, definitely the best of the few I'd seen. They were excited and happy, all of them introducing the songs with long, rambling intros that made everyone laugh. Even the jaded industry crowd was dancing along by the end.
Kevin, Howie and Frank were all with me, and all of them were impressed by Sudden Silence. Even Frank, and he never reacted to anything. All of us were singing along by the end, and Kevin and Howie attempted to do our dance when they did "Get Another Boyfriend," until they realized it was way too fast for that.
The show had been over for an hour, and I hadn't talked to her yet. She was 20 feet away from me, and I couldn't even catch her eye. I talked to the guys and pretended to be unconcerned, but inside I was screaming. I wanted to sweep her into my arms and kiss her madly, tell her how amazing she was.
She was. She was across the room, talking to someone, flipping her hair out of her eyes and sipping a beer. I loved those leather pants, was she wearing them just to drive me wild? I knew the 'wanton sex goddess' tank was for me. Yeah, she had it on in the video, but I knew it was for me tonight.
I just needed to catch her eye, just for a second, then I'd feel better. I'd tried to go over to her a few times, but someone else always got there first, and it was more important for her to schmooze tonight than talk to me. We'd be alone later, after all this was over. I took another drink of my beer, trying not to think about that too hard, or I would just go over there and drag her away and fuck her in a dark corner.
Hell, it didn't even have to be that dark.
Maybe she didn't want to talk to me in public, though. There was press everywhere, maybe we were still a secret, sorta. I wasn't the only famous person back here, hopefully we were just blending in. Is that Winona Ryder? And that guy… that guy from that show. He was over in the corner. There were other actual celebrities mixed in with the normal stupid L.A. crowd.
I kept seeing glimpses of his blond head, but every time I moved towards him, someone else was in front of me. It was very frustrating. Didn't these annoying Hollywood types know that I hadn't seen my boyfriend in three whole days? Hell, I'd barely spoken to him, in the last two. He'd left me the sweetest message on my voicemail this afternoon, after our video was premiered on TRL. He even had flowers sent to the dressing room tonight.
"Good god, it's Jennifer Aniston," Darien muttered next to me.
"And Brad Pitt," James swooned.
"They have good taste in music," Jeremy attempted to be unconcerned.
"Oh, please, J," I snapped. "It's Rachel from 'Friends' and I know you're about to lose your mind."
Jeremy loved "Friends." He watched the re-runs every chance he could and was annoyed when we played on Thursday nights and he couldn't watch. He was such a freak.
"Yeah, well, Keanu Reeves is over there being cool," Jeremy offered, and I looked in the direction of his nod and bit back a scream. What the hell were actual celebrities doing at my stupid little show? We were no one. What, did they all watch TRL every day and have to jump on the bandwagon immediately?
I was amazed that Nick had brought Kevin and Howie. I guessed that Brian was home watching over AJ. AJ would not be doing well here, I mused, as Lola put another beer in my hand. There was a lot of schmoozing and even more booze. Typical industry functions, I guessed. I'd never been in the middle of one before.
"Stop talking to each other and start talking to famous people," Lola hissed at us. "And not your boyfriend, Rachel!"
I pouted at her, and she relented after a moment. "Oh, alright. Two minutes." Grinning, I kissed her cheek and ran over to Nick, ignoring everyone in my way.
"Hey, bunny," I said, wrapping my arm around his waist. Immediately I felt more grounded. I had so missed him.
God, I loved he way he looked at me. His whole face lit up when he realized it was me, and he gave me a quick, tiny kiss. "You were so amazing, Rachel." Oh, I wanted so much more of a kiss than that… After a good show, I was always horny, I guess Jeremy had trained me into that one.
And tonight had been amazing. Every note was perfect, the crowd was all industry, and we'd made them dance. When we stepped off stage, we didn't have one bad thing to say to each other, we just looked at one another and screamed, all four of us. I loved my band. "We did rock, didn't we?" I bragged.
"That song you did… the punk rock prom queen one?" Howie asked, and I looked over at him. "Was that the one you wrote the other day when I was there?"
I grinned, amazed that he even noticed. Howie was quickly becoming my second favorite Backstreet, and few weeks ago I didn't get his appeal. "Yeah, it was."
"OK, it takes us about a month to add anything new to our show!" he complained. "That's amazing!"
"We have dancers and the band and a million people to deal with, Howie. No offense, Rachel…" Kevin quickly backtracked, and I giggled.
"None taken, Kevy. I can call you 'Kevy,' can't I? Em does, after all."
Nick and Howie hooted at him as he scowled, just the reaction I was looking for. "Kevin is totally pissed that I got to hang out all day with his girlfriend," Nick informed me.
"I am not!" Kevin defended. "I have plenty of other reasons to be annoyed with you. But, man, she did a great video for you, Rachel."
"You saw it?" I asked, pleased.
"We were all there," Howie told me. "Nicky just about jumped out of his seat when he realized you were on TV."
Kevin affected a stage whisper, leaning towards me. "I think he likes you."
I giggled. "Did he ask you to pass me a note in study hall?"
Kevin nodded sagely. "Uh-huh. Can you pass one to your friend Em? I think she's cute."
He was trashed, wasn't he?
"Get her to direct one of our videos!" Howie whined. "We've asked her a million times, and she always turns us down."
I smirked at him. "Girl power, Howie. Don't underestimate the bonding." Hell, Backstreet didn't need a favor from a friend to get a video on TRL.
Not that Carson had mentioned Em today, I suddenly realized.
"Your car is here," Frank informed Kevin, and I broke away from Nick to hug him.
"Frank! I thought I saw you dancing up in the balcony!"
"Of course," he answered, hugging me back. "I beat up Carlos to get this gig."
I giggled, moving away from him. "Are you coming with next week, or do you trust him alone?"
He exchanged a look with Nick. "He doesn't want me. You've got my number, call if you need someone to scare the groupies away."
"Is that what you did when I wasn't around? Made sure he was free of all temptation?" I teased, glancing over at Nick. Nick didn't need the help, right? He didn't want anyone but me.
How could he want anyone but me? I was a wanton sex goddess, goddamnit!
"He didn't even give them a second glance, Rachel." Nick smirked at me and I giggled. Maybe it wasn't true, but it was what I wanted to hear right now.
"So, gentlemen, your car is here. Nick, are you going back to the hotel or staying here?" Frank went on, and Nick pulled me over to him.
"What do you want me to do?"
I want you to fuck me senseless, I almost told him. I think he got that from the grin he flashed me. "Can you stay at my hotel tonight?" I asked instead. That would be easier, even though I was sure that he was at a much better hotel than we were. We had a fucking early morning, fucking drive time fucking radio.
Kevin and Bean. Only the most influential DJ's in the universe. I should probably get a good night's sleep to deal with them and tell him to go back to his own hotel.
"Whatever, Rache." Oh, fuck sleep. Well fucked was a good look on me, right?
I smiled up at him. I loved that he would do whatever I wanted. "Well… why don't you go back to the hotel? This sucks, but I have to be here for another hour or so." God, why couldn't I leave now?
He moved a bit closer. "I'll get the room ready," he whispered, giving me that sexy smile that I loved. I wanted him naked, condom on, so I could just jump his bones, but I restrained myself from telling him so at the moment.
"There are presents waiting for you," I told him instead.
"There are?" His voice squeaked, he was so excited, and I grinned stupidly at him. I wanted to be there when he got them, I wanted to see him model the dorky boxers I got for him in Denver.
Lola caught my eye and I sighed, waving her over.
"You'll see them, they're on the table in a little bag. I'll see you soon, bunny. Right, Lola?" I demanded as she joined us.
"What?" I told her my plan and she nodded. "Yes, I'll let you out of here soon. Is this the famous Frank?" I introduced her to the boys and tried to get back to the party, but Nick stopped me, kissing me quickly but thoroughly.
"I love you, Rache," he whispered against me.
"I love you, too, Nick. I'll be there as soon as I possibly can."
I turned to say goodbye to the other boys, and Kevin grinned at me. "Make sure he checks his voicemail every once in a while, OK?"
"But then you won't send Howie to come collect him!" I protested, giving Howie a kiss. "I like it when Howie appears from nowhere!"
"Next time I'll come, and I won't be so nice," Kevin threatened, and I saluted him.
"Yes, sir. Bye, boys!" I called, running over to join James.
"They always fall for the Latin charm, Kevin," Howie said, smirking at him. I elbowed him as Frank led us towards the back door.
"Wanton sex goddesses go for the cute blond ones, Howie. Don't get any ideas," I warned him. Like it wasn't bad enough I had to deal with the AJ rumors already this summer, now Howie was going to be flirting with her?
But Howie just smiled at me. "Don't worry, Nicky. She has eyes for no one but you."
I hoped that was true. There were lots of guys back there, and I saw most of them checking her out. In about a week, my girlfriend was going to be a sex symbol. I sorta liked it when I was the only one who appreciated her genius.
"Yeah, I wonder how quick he'll fuck that up?" Kevin asked, ducking out of the way with a laugh when I lunged for him. Frank opened the door just as I did that, and I stumbled into our waiting car. Thank god there was no one around to see that. We slid into the backseat, and Howie sat in between Kevin and I so I couldn't kill him.
"I will not fuck it up!" I protested, and Kevin reached around Howie to punch my shoulder.
"She's a nice girl, punkass, you better not."
"That's what I keep telling him," Frank added from the front seat, and I glared at him.
"Do everything the opposite of what you did with Mandy, and you'll be fine," Kevin helpfully advised, and I turned my glare to him.
"Yeah, because everything wrong with Mandy was my fault," I sneered, and he shrugged.
"Well, some of it was."
"He was good last week," Howie defended. "He apologized, like I told him to, and they're good now."
"Yeah, what was that fight about last week?" Kevin wanted to know.
Kevin got all talkative when he was drunk, and big brotherly, and… alright, sometimes I liked that.
"I got a little stupid about her ex," I admitted. "But it's weird, he's in the band!"
"Which one is he? The pretty one, right?"
"The guitarist. Jeremy."
"Right," Kevin nodded. "And James, I talked to him in Boston."
I laughed, "He thinks you are so hot."
Kevin smirked, "Good to know I appeal to a wide demographic."
Howie snickered. "Gay boys and girls who don't fear eyebrows."
Kevin just whacked him and looked back at me. "So Jeremy's in the band. How long were they together?"
"Four years."
He and Howie both let out a low whistle. "Dang, that's a long time," Kevin said.
"Yeah, he doesn't like our Nicky a whole lot," Howie informed him. "What?" he asked me. "I was there when he was making fun of your lack of songwriting abilities. He doesn't like you."
"Well, I don't like him." I didn't. He hurt Rachel, he was a jerk.
"Better learn to be civil, if you're gonna be sharing a tour bus," Kevin warned. "I cannot believe you are choosing to go cross country sharing a tour bus with someone else's band!"
"You saw the someone else, Kev." Howie shook his head. "I'd share a tour bus bunk with her."
Kevin leaned his head to the side, considering. "Yeah, you might be right. She's hot, Nicky. What the hell does she see in you?"
Howie yelled as I whacked him reaching for Kevin.
"Nick?" I called, opening the door. "You here?"
I hoped he was. It had only been about an hour, maybe 90 minutes since he left the after show. I was thinking on the drive back to the hotel that maybe it would take him twice that time to pack, his stuff tended to explode all over whatever room he was in and he'd been in LA all week. The room was certainly trashed.
I was pinned against the wall, the door slamming next to me, before I could form another thought. Oh, that was what I wanted, I wanted that kiss where he cupped my face in his hands and his tongue met mine hungrily… god, how did I miss him this much in only a few days?
We finally moved apart to breathe and he grinned down at me. "Hi," he said softly, his hands still tangled in my hair.
"Hi," I grinned back.
"I thought you'd never get here," he complained. "I've been waiting forever!"
I pressed my hips into his, feeling his erection against me. "Watching the pornos again?" I teased. Or was he just turned on like I was? All day, I knew he was in the city, and I'd been distracted and moody. I needed to fuck him and soon.
Laughing, he led me over to the bed. "No, I've been watching your video obsessively. I cannot find me in it, and I've watched it like four times now!"
"OK, it's scary that I have the Nick Carter sixth sense and you don't. Hell, your fans have found you already. They even figured out your hand at the beginning!" Only his fans had no idea what those hands could do… I did.
"You must stop reading my message boards, Rache," he told me, lying me down on the bed and leaning above me. "When you have free time, you should be having phone sex with me."
"OK!" I agreed, pulling him down to my lips. I loved his mouth. I slipped my hands under his T-shirt, tracing the lines of the tattoos on his back. "Is it healed yet?" I asked quietly as we moved apart. The newest one was still healing last time we were together, and I'd helped him rub lotion into it, but what I really wanted to do was run my tongue along it, tracing every letter until he was squirming beneath me.
He grinned at me, then sat up. "I think so. Wanna check?" He yanked his shirt off and I sat up, examining his back. I ran my fingertips over the tattoo lightly, making him take a quick breath. K… A… O… S…
"Looks perfect to me," I told him. "Well, it's still a sorta dorky tat, but-" I couldn't finish when he whirled around, grabbing me and tickling me, making me burst into giggles.
"It's a cool tattoo!" he protested. "And it hurt like a motherfucker, so be nice to it!"
I was about to say something when we heard a knock at the door. "Be very quiet," I whispered, still giggling. "Don't let them know we're here."
"It's dinner," he informed me. "I didn't see you eat anything at the after show."
I sat up, grinning, as he found his shirt again. "I love you. You are so fucking sweet. Stay, I'll get it, the room service guy does not need to see your bunny boxers."
"But they're cool!" he whined.
I just shook my head and went over to open the door for the room service guy. Two minutes later, we were back on the bed, uncovering plates. He got me a tuna sandwich and fries, and I considered it for a second.
"I told them no stuff in the tuna," he supplied. "Just tuna and mayo and the bread has to be toasted."
I beamed at him. He was so good that way. Sometimes he was a total flake, he could never remember a room number, or to check his voicemail, but, by god, he knew how his girlfriend took her tuna sandwiches. Which was more important in the long run, really?
"Lessons in ordering room service like a rock star, Rache. Hell, that's not even that weird."
"You are so sweet, Nick." I kissed him. None of my other boyfriends ever cared about how I took my tuna sandwiches. James did, but James was different.
"I can make an effort, I got cool presents!" he grinned. "The boxers are really cute."
I considered him, little bunnies all over his butt. "Dunno… they might be too cute. I will not be able to ravish you in those, I will just have to tell you how adorable you are."
He wrinkled his nose at me. "After dinner, they are coming right off, then. But right now, show me where the hell I am in the video!"
I held out my hand for the remote. "I think it's rewound," he said, so I hit "play" and took a bite of my perfect tuna sandwich. I'd need the energy for the sex I had planned for later.
By later, I meant in about 10 minutes.
I couldn't help grinning when I saw the splash screen, "Sudden Silence, 'Come On', Director: Emma J. Evesham." "Do you get all excited every time you see one of your videos, Nick? Because I don't think I'm ever gonna get tired of this. Look, that's your hand!" I told him, pointing at the screen.
"I know, Rache." I didn't tell her how I dorked out in front of the fellas this afternoon about it.
"The fans figured it out," she told me, taking another bite of her sandwich. "I'm not telling Jeremy about that. He already threw a fit over the shot where you can sorta tell its you."
"Which is where?" I demanded. OK, maybe I was so distracted by watching her that I forgot to look for myself in every shot.
She was even more distracting now, she was so excited watching the video. I'd much rather watch her in person than on the screen. I had all summer to watch her on TRL.
"It's at the end," she said, not looking away from the screen. "Damn, look how hot James is! He's gonna be the gay poster boy soon."
"You're gonna be a sex symbol, Rachel. Did you watch TRL today? Did you hear that guy talking about you?"
She giggled, glancing over at me. "Should I tell them I looked great because I was well fucked by my Backstreet Boyfriend?"
"Absolutely! We'll give Justin and Britney a run for their money."
"Only we're talented," she joked, looking back at the screen like she couldn't tear her eyes away. "Oh, I love this part with the dolls! Stroke of genius on Em's part."
"Hey, I unboxed all those damn Barbies," I pouted.
She kissed me quickly. "Yes, baby, you did. Nick, how cool is this video? She got it just right, she captured that whole day in three minutes," she exclaimed, staring at the screen again. "I fucking love Em Evesham!"
"She's gonna make you a star."
"Oh, today is probably the only time we will ever be on TRL, but the video still fucking rocks."
"I will call a million times tomorrow," I told her. "I'll vote on line and ask for shout outs to my homeys."
She giggled, "James has already voted like a thousand times. EMI is going to hate the phone charges for the laptop. There!" she yelled, scrambling for the remote.
"What?" I looked at the screen, it was the band on stage, when they took over Tsar's show.
"Right…" she rewound the video frame by frame. "Here. There you are."
I squinted at it. Yeah, that was me. "I have a hat on."
"Hate to break it to you, bunny, the magic ball cap of invisibility does not actually work. That's you, and I know it, and Jeremy knows it, and every 8th girl in America knows it. Em fucking Evesham does not know it, but hell, she edited the thing in three days, she's not perfect."
"Tell that to Kevin," I said, making her laugh.
"He was a bit trashed tonight, wasn't he?"
"Yeah, he was giving me advice on my love life and shit. He only does that when he's drunk."
She looked at me, curious. "What did he say?"
"He told me not to fuck up, because you are very nice."
She smirked at me. "I knew I liked him for some reason other than his smoldering good looks."
I scowled at her, making her laugh. "It's OK, bunny, he doesn't know how I like my tuna sandwiches. And he doesn't follow me around the country, does he?"
"No," I told her. "No, I am your biggest groupie."
"Then tell me how fabulous we were tonight. We were fabulous, weren't we? Keanu Reeves said so. And Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt!" she squealed. "We had non-Backstreet celebrities in attendance, how fucking cool is that?"
"I thought I saw Winona Ryder, too," I offered, and she nodded, finishing her sandwich. She was hungry, she ate that in like 4 minutes.
I loved that she ate. I always dated girls who ordered salad and hated junk food. Boring.
"Yeah, Darien was talking her up when I left. Not that celebrities have better taste in music, but now we'll be in the gossip columns, right? That's what Lola said."
She went on and I let her. Sometimes when she was drunk, she wouldn't shut up. I didn't care, I just loved watching her. She jumped off the bed, picking up things in the room and straightening up, then finally she stopped, smiling at me. "I need to shower before I fuck you senseless."
"Why? You're just gonna get all sweaty again," I teased.
"Best to start unsweaty, though. I feel gross. Five minutes, and I expect all the dishes out in the hall and you naked on the bed."
Three minutes later, he joined me in the shower. "Five minutes is way too long, Rache," he whined.
"Did you clean up our dinner dishes?" I tried to be strict, but I could care less, looking at him wet and naked in front of me.
"Yes, ma'am," he answered, pulling me towards him, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him as the water cascaded over us. We broke apart and he kept me against his body, running his hands down my back. "I missed you, Rache," he said quietly against my ear. "I know it was only a couple of days, but I missed you."
"I know," I answered. "Phone sex is not enough."
He laughed, "It was pretty good, though."
"But, tonight, after I come, you'll be right there next to me, not an empty bed. I can fall asleep in your arms…" Bliss. I'd been having trouble sleeping on the bus, I was glad to be in a real bed with my gorgeous boyfriend.
Grinning, he backed me up against the wall, moving his hands to my breasts. "You think I'm gonna let you sleep?"
I smiled up at him. "Did I mention that Lola's making me leave at 7? We're doing drive time radio."
"It's already three. There is no reason for you to sleep."
"Exactly," I agreed, sighing as his thumbs teased my nipples. "I missed your hands… my own are not quite the same."
"I missed your breasts. Your video is going to drive me wild when we're not together. I've been hard all day, between watching the video and your show. I wanted to find another quiet corner and make you come like I did in Chicago. Remember that?"
"Oh, please, that is so going in my rock star memoirs. It was fucking awesome." My knees were weak just thinking about it. I ran my hand down his chest, slowly approaching his cock. He kissed me hungrily, his tongue darting against mine when I took him into my hand, running my thumb along the tip and making him jerk against my hand.
"If you keep doing that, Rache, I'm going to come right here."
"That's
alright, you're young. I know it'll just come back in a few minutes." He
smiled, leaning against me, and I could tell he'd been wanting this all day.
"And then you'll be able to fuck me for hours," I purred, wrapping
my hand around him firmly, and he moaned, shutting his eyes. "I want that,
so that all day, when we're working, and away from each other, I'll be able
to feel you against me."
He captured my lips quickly, groaning as I moved my hand faster. "I can do that. Tell me what you want, and I'll do it."
"I want you to fuck me from behind, fast and hard, I love that. I will come so hard, then we'll catch our breath and do it some more. I love your cock inside me, Nick, phone sex is not half good enough when I could have your beautiful body next to mine."
"God, Rache, I…" he cried, coming against me with a loud moan. "I love you," he finished, slumping against the wall and opening his eyes to smile at me. "You are so completely fucking amazing."
She beamed at me. "It was just a hand job in the shower, Nicky," she giggled, and I caught her before she could step away, back under the water.
"Everything you do is amazing, Rache. Everything. Your band is amazing, and your songs, and your sexy fucking body," I started to slip my hand between her legs, wanting to feel her against me, but she shook her head.
"No. I want to fuck, and while the shower is tempting, my screams of pleasure might echo a bit much against the tile walls."
I laughed, she had the weirdest sense of humor. "You are the woman that every teenage boy dreams of. You are going to have legions of groupies and become the most downloaded woman on the Internet."
Laughing, she moved away, standing under the water and picking up the soap. "I am not."
"You are." I took the soap out of her hand and washed her back. "If I can be a sex symbol, you're gonna be amazing."
She might end up on little boys' walls, but she was mine. She was standing here with me, looking at me with lust in her eyes as my hands slipped over her wet skin. "You're so good for my ego, bunny," she whispered.
"Rache?"
"Yeah?" she answered, sighing lightly as I ran the soap over her breasts, her nipples already stiff.
"Who told you that you weren't pretty?"
Fuck. Ruined the mood. Her eyes opened, and she looked at me oddly. "What?"
"Sometimes when I tell you you're gorgeous, you look… surprised. Did Jeremy never tell you how pretty you are?" I stumbled. "Sorry, you don't have to…"
She shook her head. "No. It's not like Jeremy to hand out a lot of compliments. Damon either. You are by far the most affectionate and sweetest boyfriend I have ever had." Smiling again, she draped her arms around my neck. "My tastes are so improving with age."
I kissed her, smiling, "I'm just telling the truth."
She hugged me tighter, resting her head on my shoulder. "I love you, Nick."
We just stood there for a moment, holding each other as the water beat down, and finally she looked up with a giggle. "Are we clean enough? My five minute shower has been a bit extended."
"I started out clean," I told her. "I just wanted to be with you."
"Then we're done," she stated, turning off the water and stepping out, reaching for a towel. I took it out of her hands and wrapped it around her body, rubbing it lightly to remove the water from her skin. She swayed slightly, looking at me hungrily. "Tell me Thor is back, because I want to fuck you so bad," she growled, and I laughed, pulling the towel off of her and using it on myself quickly.
"Keep talking like that and he will be," I promised, drying my hair roughly. She grabbed my face, kissing me deeply.
"For two days I have been dreaming of your cock. You know how horny I get after a good show, and we've had three of them now."
"I know," I breathed, lost in her eyes. I loved hearing her talk like this. Just for me, her voice got a little deeper, her breathing shallow, all because she wanted me.
She took my hand, leading me into the bedroom and I willingly followed. I could feel myself getting harder, just from her words. I'd lit two of my new candles when she went into the shower, and she smiled at the room in shadows, falling onto the bed and pulling me on top of her. We kissed and I ran my hands over her body, teasing her nipples, dipping into the wetness between her legs. I made tiny circles on her clit and she moaned deeply, breaking our kiss. "God, Nick, please, I want to come with you inside me."
She pushed me over on my back, kissing her way down my chest hungrily, nipping at my skin, and finally taking my cock in her mouth so firmly that I cried out. I was hard and throbbing in seconds, and she moved away, grinning up at me. "I love feeling you get hard in my mouth, I love knowing I can do that."
"Anytime, baby," I grinned, pulling her up to my lips. "Now, what were you saying in the shower that you wanted?"
"From behind," she purred. "I want to be on my hands and knees and feel you just pound into me."
"Your wish is my command, of course," I sighed, leaving her for a second to find a condom. Where the hell did I put them? I found them on the dresser and when I looked back, she was laying face down on the bed, looking over at me. I joined her, covering her body with mine and kissing my way down her spine. She squirmed underneath me, sighing loudly as my tongue traced the tattoo on the small of her back and my hands cupped her ass.
"You have such a pretty ass, Rache." I leaned down and heard her breath come quicker as I slowly ran my tongue over her.
"Fuck me, Nick," she commanded. "I am so wet, I want you so bad."
I pulled back, my hands circling her waist and pulling her up on her knees. I ran my fingers over her, "Damn, baby, you are so ready for me, aren't you?"
I could tell she was biting her lip, stifling a scream and I pushed firmly on her clit as I slid into her fully from behind, making her let go and scream. God, how I loved that sound. I loved that one movement from me could make her scream and shudder and pray to whatever god that she believed in that I wouldn't stop. After only a few weeks, I knew her body better than I'd known any woman's.
"Oh, god, I wanted that. Stop for a second, let me…" she pleaded and I stopped moving, leaning over to kiss her shoulder, and she shuddered. "I am so close, I want to enjoy it. OK," she sighed. "Fuck me."
I pulled out of her, and moved back in slowly. "Harder," she hissed, over and over again, until I found a rhythm that just made her moan, and it didn't take long for her to come with a loud cry, burying her face in the pillow as I leaned forward, sucking hungrily on her neck. She stopped shuddering and I slowed down, but she shook her head. "Don't you dare stop."
So I didn't. I pulled nearly out of her and then slammed back in, holding onto her hips firmly. Again, she commanded me to pound into her harder and harder until I thought she would break in two, but her moans kept getting louder and her body shook with orgasm after orgasm. Finally, I couldn't hold back my own any longer.
I leaned over her back, "Are you ready, baby?" I slowed my movements some and she turned her head to chastise me, but instead I captured her mouth in mine. Sucking hungrily on her tongue I leaned back on my heels, pulling her up with me. With her back flush against my body, I kept a steady rhythm, my cock sliding into her farther than I think I'd ever been. From this position, I could hold her breasts and I pinched her nipples roughly and she came quickly. While her body still shuddered, I ran my finger over her swollen clit. She tried to move away from my lips, but I held onto her, rubbing her and sucking on her tongue. She moaned into my mouth so loudly that I felt the reverberations throughout her body as I finally let go and came into her harder than I thought possible.
I didn't have words for how I felt. It was like I was dreaming and I knew I'd never be able to recreate this feeling again. Our bodies were wet and we'd certainly be calling down for new sheets soon. I started to giggle as he ran his hands over my body, laying me back down on the bed carefully. As soon as I hit the mattress, I turned to face him, pulling him into me and wrapping my legs and arms around him tightly. I wouldn't cry. I wouldn't cry. But I was so overcome with him. Not even love. Just… him.
He leaned into me, resting his head on my chest and I played with his hair as we both caught our breath, "Damn, Nicky… I didn't teach you that," I sighed.
He looked up at me, his smile blinding, "See what happens when I'm away from you for a while? I have time to think of good stuff."
"That was definitely good stuff, bunny," I purred, kissing him lightly. "I think I'm floating off the bed."
He kissed me again, harder, holding me tightly. "I love you."
"Oh, baby, I love you, too," I whispered, snuggling against him. "I'm so glad you're back in my bed."
"Even if we did get it a little, uh, messy," he admitted, making me giggle.
"I considered calling down for new sheets, but I've only got a couple of hours until Lola whisks me away again."
"Plenty of time for a nap and then more sex, right?" he asked, and I kissed him.
"I love the way your mind works. I definitely need to recover my energy, though. Damn younger men, too much energy," I teased.
"You fucking love it," he whispered in my ear, pulling me against him as he laid down on his back, quickly getting rid of the condom. I moved closer to him, nodding against his chest, already sleepy.
"I do, I do," I agreed. "I completely love it." I was asleep in seconds.
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