Chapter 9: Come On

By The Paperbag Princess and The Pumpkin Coach

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My phone rang, and I pulled it out of my pocket. Rachel.

"Hey, baby," I answered.

"Where are you?" she half-moaned. "I am fucking climbing the walls. Baby, I am so wet, we had such a show, I want you inside me."

I stood up from my stool, making my way to the elevator. I think Frank was following me, I didn't care. I think Kevin and Howie were asking where the hell I was going, I didn't answer them.

"Fuck, Rache. I'm in the middle of the bar," I whispered to her.

"Get alone, I need you," she pleaded.

"I'm moving, I'm moving…" Would the elevator ever get here? Frank was smirking at me, and I smirked back. Even Rachel on the phone was fucking amazing. And she was mine. She was horny and she was calling me, not picking up some guy in the front row.

"Were there any cute girls in the bar? There was this boy in the front row of my show, oh, he was yummy. He didn't take his eyes off of me all night, he had big brown bedroom eyes. But all I could think of was you. Why aren't you here?"

The elevator opened and I stepped on, whacking at the close door button. "You're the one who told me to go away."

"Goddamn fucking band of yours, screwing with my sex life," she moaned. I couldn't ask what she was doing, I might come right here if she told me.

My erection is surely obvious. Think of something else. Mom? Basketball? She sighed into my ear and I knew it was useless.

"He got me so wet, the way he looked at me. But not like you. I love the way you look at me, Nick, I miss it."

"I miss looking at you, baby." Fuck it if Frank is listening to every word I say.

"It's only been two days, I think I'm going through withdrawal. We were fucking, what, 20 times a day?"

I laughed as the doors opened to my floor. "Even I am not that good, Rache."

"Oh, yes you are. You are amazing, Nick, I don't know if I'll ever get tired of fucking you."

I grabbed my key as Frank attempted to hold it out of my reach, taunting me.

You don't even know from taunting, Frank. You have no idea what is on my phone right now.

"What are you wearing?"

"I can't…" Frank was still there, watching me as I fumbled with my key, my hands shaking.

"Are you still not alone?" she wailed.

"I can't get my fucking door open!" I took a deep breath, trying to see straight.

Success! I slammed the door in Frank's face as he tried to tell me something about tomorrow.

Fuck tomorrow. Right now I have the most amazing woman I've ever seen moaning on my phone.

"Did you figure it out?" she giggled.

"Yes." I kicked off my shoes, making my way to the bed. "I'm wearing jeans and a gray tank top. For about the next six seconds."

"No. Keep your jeans on, I love to see Thor straining against denim."

I moaned, adjusting myself. But I didn't take off my pants. "What are you wearing?"

"Not much. I just got out of the shower. I tried to calm myself down and ended up with my fingers in my cunt, but it wasn't good enough. I wanted you."

"Jesus, Rache…" I whimpered. I loved it when she talked like this. Why wasn't I with her? When was I going to see her again?

I could hear her chuckle, and instinctively I knew what that meant. It meant she was going to torture me.

"Are your jeans still on?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"Oh, I love that. Are you going to do everything I tell you?"

"Everything. Anything."

I could just see her smile, that slow sexy grin of hers as she considered what to do with me next. "I love you."

I sighed. That was the sexiest thing she could ever say to me.

"Alright, bunny, let's make this good. I'm lying here in my hotel room, with just candles lit. Do you have your candles?"

I'd gotten candles when we were apart when her tour started. I loved the way they reminded me of her, of that bath we took the last night at her house and the way her room smelled as we were making love. "Yes. Somewhere."

"Go get them. Scent is good for memories. I smell them and I can just see you naked on my bed."

I rolled off the bed, flicking on a light to look for the candles, trying to breathe. This might take a while, this torture. I couldn't come until she let me, I had to pace myself.

"I love you naked on my bed, I love feeling your cock slide inside me when I sit on top of you."

I dropped the candle. "Rache, do you want me to light the candles and make this romantic, or do you want me to come just standing here?"

She laughed, I loved that sound. "How bad is it? Is it really hard?"

"From the second I heard your voice." She groaned, deep in her throat, and I went on. "You know you make me crazy. If you'd been talking about the weather, I'd be hard. The fans in the lobby surely have photos of Thor in all his glory now."

"Light the candles."

I took a deep breath, looking for matches. "Tell me what you're wearing."

"Your black T-shirt that we bought at the mall in Long Island."

"Is that where that is?" I couldn't light the damn match, my hands were shaking.

"You wore it the day before you left, it still smells like you. Not enough, though."

The candle was lit and she was right, I could almost see her as the scent of lavender filled the air. "What else are you wearing?"

"Nothing. I'll soak through any underwear. You should see my nipples, poking right through your shirt."

I could see them, I could imagine them, why the hell was she halfway across the country? "Are you touching them?"

"Yes," she sighed. "But I wish it was your tongue."

Running my hand through my hair, I fell back on the bed. "I wish it was my tongue, too." Was she going to let me do this now? "I wish I had my tongue on your clit. I wouldn't have let you shower, I love the way you taste after a show."

I moaned, god, why did I let my stupid ego get in the way of this? I should have kidnapped him, not let Frank and Howie take him back to Backstreet land. They got the rest of his life, why couldn't I have this one summer? His voice was low and sexy, I could probably come from just listening to him.

"But I won't put my fingers inside you, I'll make you beg for my cock."

I bit my hand, stifling a scream. He didn't usually talk like this. He was, essentially, a good boy.

I had thoroughly corrupted him, hadn't I?

"I don't need to beg," I told him. "You want me so bad you can't stand it, can you?"

He groaned, "Can I take my pants off, Rache?"

I hesitated a minute, shutting my eyes and picturing him lying on his bed, writhing around, that huge bulge in his jeans. I loved him in jeans. "Yes, you may, I'm not going to be able to drag this out much longer. Zipper or button fly?"

He laughed, and I could hear him moving around. "Zipper. I save the buttons for when I'm with you, I know how you like them."

"Good boy. Just for me." He sighed, surely free of his pants. "Take off your shirt," I added. "Be naked for me."

"You, too, then."

It wasn't easy, taking off my shirt while still clutching the phone in one hand. "Is it cold in your room?" I asked him. "It's cold in here, damn air conditioning."

"It feels good," he breathed. "You've got me so hot."

"Don't touch yourself," I ordered. If he did that, it would all be over in seconds, and this was too good. He groaned, but I know he obeyed. "Just lie there and think of my lips on your cock. If you were here, I'd suck you so hard, I'd take you to the edge, then just…"

"Don't stop," he whispered. "I hate it when you stop."

"You love it," I countered. "Because I'd stop, and I'd kiss your lips, and suck on your tongue, and make you beg to taste my pussy, because you know that's the only way I'll let you fuck me."

"I want to be fucking you, Rache. You're so tight, you feel so good around my cock. I want to suck on your clit until you come, then get you on your hands and knees and fuck you until you scream."

"Oh, god…" I whispered. "I am so wet right now, Nick, you wouldn't believe it. You would slide right on in here."

"How many fingers do you have inside yourself?" he asked, his breathing heavy.

"Three. I want to touch my clit, but I've got the phone in my other hand. This is definitely a two handed orgasm waiting to happen."

"Don't put the phone down. I want to hear you when you come. You'll come just by touching your clit. Little circles, when I do that with my tongue, you always moan."

I did, he was right. He gasped, hearing me. "Do you have Thor in hand yet, Nick?"

"Yes…" he breathed.

"Did I tell you to do that?"

"No," he whimpered. "But I think it's impossible for me to stop now."

I half laughed, stifling another moan as my fingers slid around my cunt. "Alright, I'll stop torturing you."

"You're not here, Rache, it's torture no matter what."

We moaned in unison and then giggled. His low little 'heh' just made me come undone. "You're close, aren't you? I can hear you, you're moving faster."

He groaned something that just sounded like 'oh, god,' and I let my fingers move faster, imagining him, the way he bit his lip right before he came. I cried out his name and he screamed.

We were quiet for a moment, catching our breath.

"So, Nick, how was your day?"

He laughed, deeply, and I could hear him roll over on the bed. "Fine, honey, and you?"

I rolled onto my side, pulling a pillow against my body. Not good enough, not by a fraction. "Oh, we did press, had a show, then I came back to my hotel room and had some hot phone sex."

"Yeah? Who with?"

"Oh, this little hottie boy I picked up a couple of weeks ago at a hotel. I think he's got a crush on me or something."

"Is he really hot?"

I laughed, I could just see the cocky little grin. "Oh, he is so fucking hot. He's half my age, he fucks like a volcano. And he's really good at talking dirty."

He chuckled again, making my heart skip a beat. "I love you, Rache."

"I love you, too. Did you say you were in the bar when I called?"

"Yes."

"Who with? I didn't hear you say good-bye to anyone, or was I moaning too much to notice?"

"I just got up and walked out. I'm sure I'll hear it from Kevin tomorrow."

I laughed. I loved having that effect on him.

"Do they all hate me for hiding you from them?"

"You didn't hide me, Rache." he sighed. "Damn, I wish I was there with you, holding you and playing with your hair."

"I know, baby. But soon. It's just the first day, Nick. At this rate, we're going to be in a constant state of arousal by the time you get a pass to leave Backstreet land."

"Do I get $200 if I pass go?" he laughed at his silly joke and it just made me miss him more. Oh, this was so bad. It was exactly what I was afraid of. "Rache?"

His voice brought me back to reality and out of my semi-hysterical thoughts.

"Yes, baby, you get $200 for passing go. So tell me, what'd you did today? What secret boy band things does Nick do when I'm not around?"

I closed my eyes, just enjoying the sound of her voice in my ear. Wednesday. I just had to make it to Wednesday. That was just three days. I could do that. There might be a lot of cold showers, but I could do that.

"The usual virgin sacrifices of O-Town groupies and pin the tail on JC fucking Chasez. Nothing special."

"I'm gonna tell James that you're torturing his boyfriend!" she laughed.

"Ooh, I'm scared. What's he gonna do, out dress me? Seriously, Rache. Boring management stuff. You think you hate your record company.."

"I don't hate EMI. Hell, they signed us!"

"You hate Amber," I countered.

"Yeah," she mused, "But Amber's a twit."

I had to laugh, "Is that the best you can come up with? You have a better vocabulary than that, Rache!"

"Are you saying a curse like a sailor, Mr. Carter?"

"Umm… no, not at all. You're sweetness and light."

"I'm fucking Laura Ashley fuckin' prints and white fluffy fuckin' lambs! And don't you forget it!"

She could barely finish her statement, she was laughing so hard. We just laughed at one another for a moment and then she sighed as she tried to catch her breath.

"Oh, god, Rache… there you go, getting me all excited again."

"Down boy!" she hissed, "Amber is… Amber is a necessary evil. I mean, I know it's her job to keep us in the press and get as much buzz as she can. But does she have to be so crass about it?"

"It's her job, baby. Sucks."

"When did you get to stop doing all the stupid stuff, Nick? How many CDs do we have to sell?"

I about fell off the bed. "You're kidding, right? I'll tell Kevin that we get to say no to the kiddie stuff the next time they want to put my face on a lunchbox, Rache."

"I thought you were all about artistic credibility and adult contemporary now?"

I sighed and hit my head against the headboard. Oh, Kevin would love to hear that someone in the world thinks we're not pushing the teenybopper angle! "And give up ground to N*Sync? We'd rather die!"

"I thought that was all overblown media hype?"

"Well, kinda."

"But you kinda hate them, too?"

"Well. Yeah. I mean, Kevin really does. It's all Lou angst. God, Rache, can we not talk about the business? I mean, I have to sit in a room with the fellas all week and talk to lawyers and accountants and managers." I knew I sounded whiny. But not 15 minutes ago I was having hot phone sex with my girlfriend and now I could feel the Kevin tension headache starting in my temples.

"Sorry, Nick."

"It's just… I wish you were here to wash my hair. That'd feel good right now, Rache."

"I know, bunny. Do you wanna hear what we did today?"

"Sure. What'd you do at work today, dear?" I adopted my best grown up "dad" voice and it made her laugh. I loved making her laugh. I smiled and pulled the bed sheet up to my waist and laid back on the pillows. I was suddenly exhausted. The candlelight flickered on the walls and I inhaled deeply. The room still smelled like her.

"Well, we did press. I think I've talked to every paper in Colorado, Nick. I mean, who knew there were so many press outlets in fucking Denver! And they all want to know about you. Jeremy was ready to strangle one woman. She just wouldn't let it go."

"I'm sorry, baby." I sighed.

"I'm not! Damn, now I have an excuse for daydreaming about you in the middle of boring press interviews! Oh! And we did a radio thing where we sat in a room and were patched into like a million different stations…"

I groaned, "I hate those. I always sound so stupid."

"I doubt that. You can be very eloquent."

"Rache?"

"Okay, maybe I'm stretching the truth a bit," she admitted.

He laughed, "Well, I'll tell the fellas next time we do an interview that I should do all the talking because I'm the eloquent one!"

"Well, they should let you talk more!" I argued and then laughed at myself. Love was clouding my judgment, wasn't it?

"Oh, one thing happened today, Rache."

"What?" I stifled a yawn. Suddenly I was tired. I'd been so keyed up from the show but now I just wanted to sink into the mattress and sleep for 24 hours. I hadn't gotten much sleep the last week, had I? Between trying to adjust to sleeping in the coffin-like bunk on the bus and stealing moments alone with Nick, there hadn't been much time to really sleep. I grabbed the sleeping pills that Lola had given me "just in case" off the nightstand and popped them into my mouth. We had a late call tomorrow. At least now I knew I'd sleep.

"We got to fire Shaggy," he crowed, sounding entirely too pleased with himself.

I laughed, "Really? Why?"

"That shit he was saying about AJ and he suddenly had this conflict with some of the rescheduled dates, so we got to fire his ass. It was so cool, Rache!"

"What did you take him out back and shoot him, too? Are you a gang now, Nick? What're your colors?"

"Black and blue, baby! Don't mess with Backstreet," he growled into the phone and I couldn't help but laugh at him.

"Oh, baby, please don't use that voice on anyone but me, okay? It's really not that threatening." I could just feel him pouting through the phone. "Nick, are you there? Did I hurt your feelings?"

"What? Oh, I'm here… just blowing out my candle before it gets burnt down too far. It's my last one."

"So what are you going to do about the support act? Does Krystal get to do more than three songs now?"

He yawned and I heard him lay back on the bed, "I wish. No, record company won't go for that. They think we should diversify our audience with the support act. Blah blah blah. We actually got to give them ideas, though. That was cool. Guess whose name came up?"

"Don't say Tsar or I'll have to hurt you, Nick! They'd leave us in a heartbeat to tour with you."

He laughed, "Like Jeff would leave your side for a moment, Rache. Sure he's not listening at the door now?"

"Very funny, Nicky." I laughed. "Jeff does not have a crush on me."

"Oh, yes he does, Rache! You forget I've been up in the VIP section with him, I see him staring at you like a lovesick puppy."

"We're friends. Please don't go all jealous on me, Nick." I sighed letting my eyes close briefly. Me and Jeff? That was laughable. He was like my younger brother who followed me around and thought I was cool.

"I'm not." he started to respond and then stopped himself. "I don't want to be, Rache. But all those pretty boys in the front row with bedroom eyes who want to add their names to your guitar case… it's hard."

I laughed, "Do you know how many of those boys I actually call, Nick?" I looked over to my guitar case which was lying open on the floor next to the closet. How many numbers did I have scrawled in there? 100? 150?

"Half?" he teased, and I laughed.

"None. Well, almost none. I think I have your number in there somewhere. And AJ's, but I never got a chance to call him, now did I? How many groupies are in your lobby, little man?"

"They are fans, Rache. Not all of them are groupies." he tried not to laugh as he said it.

"Oh, excuse me. Next they're going to be 'band aids,' huh? We were watching that movie last night on the bus. The boys were having way too much fun teasing me about giving up the band and being your Penny Lane."

"Sounds good to me, Rache. Follow me around and I'll write sappy love songs about you."

I screamed - pulling the phone away from my mouth, so I didn't make him go deaf - and he laughed. "In your dreams! So, who does Jive want you to tour with?"

Oh, we were talking about that weren't we? I leaned over and flicked off the light. What was she going to say to this? I knew she wouldn't like it. Well, I was scared that she wouldn't. Her band would never go for it, would they? "You."

"Me? You are fucking joking?" I could hear her sitting up and I smiled. Was she excited?

"No, your name came up. I mean, there was a list and all and they're still deciding. I wasn't the one that mentioned you, either!" I think it was one of the new girls on the management team. Although everyone had teased me afterwards. I think she actually didn't know about us and just liked Sudden Silence. That was cool.

"Sure you didn't. You just wanna get laid every night," she deadpanned.

"Well, there are worse reasons to pick an opening act, aren't there?"

She sighed and I heard her moving in her bed, "Did I ever tell you how we got the Blur gig, Nick?"

My ears perked up. She never wanted to talk about Damon. "No."

"Damon and Graham saw a show in New York. Damon liked my legs."

"You're joking? And you dated him?" Hell, she was wearing a skirt on stage? She never did that!

"I moved to fucking London to be with the bastard. He picked their opening band because he thought I was cute. Of course, Graham said he was pretty stoned at the time, but yeah."

"That sucks, Rache." Did she know that when they took the job? I can't imagine that she'd let that happen. She'd told me stories about how hard it'd been sometimes to tour as the only girl in the band.

"Yeah, but it's par for the course, Nick. We were playing dingy little clubs and finally we got a chance to get out of New York and do a real tour with a real band. We couldn't pass that up."

"I just… I can't imagine, Rache. I mean, they told you that?"

"Graham did later, actually. But yeah. It was early in the tour and…" she stopped and yawned.

"Sleepy, baby?" I asked, and she mumbled something.

"I don't want to think about him, Nick. I'd much rather tour with you."

"Then you'll do it?" Did I sound too excited about that? No, she should know how much I wanted to be with her, right? That was okay. We loved each other, we should be together. That's what couples did.

"Not my decision, little man, but I'll talk to the boys. Dunno."

She yawned again, "You sound tired, Rache. I should let you sleep. Call me in the morning?"

"Umm… yeah… sorry, bunny. Lola gave me something to sleep and suddenly I can't keep my eyes open."

"It's okay. It's late. I love you, Rache."

I could hear the smile in her voice, "Me, too, bunny. Sweet dreams."

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