Oreos for Breakfast - Chapter 12
By The Paperbag Princess and The Pumpkin Coach

Corresponding Sudden Silence Message Board Posts (Fictional!)

Page 1 | Page 2 | Page 3 | Page 4 | Page 5

This was probably the last time I would step offstage and see his smile. Maybe not, maybe he could swing out on a day when he was off, but mostly it looked like I'd be going to see him.

It was only fair, he'd spent all summer with me and my band. But I'd miss him, I'd gotten used to him being there when we finished, seeing his smile from the audience.

We only had one more day, then he was back in Backstreet land, and not mine anymore.

I knew it was the beginning of the end. Things this perfect never lasted.

But right now, he was grinning at me, and I started to go to him, but James grabbed my arm. "Three minutes, Rache, we need to debrief." I glanced around him to Nick, who just waved me away. He knew our post-gig ritual of critiquing everything that went wrong, before we could drink too much and forget it all.

I barely paid attention. It was a good show, excellent, even. Best of all, when James pulled Nick onstage, he didn't get many screams. This was our crowd now, and no one cared much who I was dating. Or maybe they didn't recognize the guy in the ball cap filming us all.

I did, he was my adorable boyfriend. Just Nick, who adored me and destroyed all my hotel rooms with his stuff everywhere. After tomorrow, my hotel rooms would be neat and tidy and he'd be Nick Carter of the Backstreet Boys again.

Hell, even now, he was surrounded by a little group of girls, signing autographs and posing for pictures. They must have been the ones that screamed when he came on stage.

It was more than an hour later when Lola finally nodded at me, letting me know that Rachel was free. I found her next to the bar, talking to James. "Hey, bunny," she grinned, noticing me.

I kissed her. "We get to leave now."

"We do?" she asked. "I didn't notice Steven collecting us."

"He's not," James told her. "You get to go somewhere special."

"Oh!" she cooed, smiling at me. "Where?"

"It's a secret," I told her, taking her hand. "Let's go."

She let me lead her out of the room, waving cheerily to everyone we passed. She was definitely a little drunk. "Where are we going, Nicky?"

"No hints!" I tried to be stern, but she was too cute, like a kid on Christmas. No wonder I loved giving her presents.

"Can I guess?"

She was so going to figure it out. "Sure."

"Disneyland?"

I laughed. "No."

"Kinky sex in the back of a cool limo?" She giggled as I opened the stage door and she saw the limo there waiting for us.

"That's not the final destination." There were a few fans outside, and we both signed some autographs for them before getting into the car. The driver nodded at me, shutting the door behind us. When I looked back at Rachel, she was already poking at buttons and looking through the refrigerator.

"Can I hang out the moon roof?" she asked, making me laugh.

"Whatever you want, baby. We're only in here for about half an hour, though."

"Hmmm," she pondered, pulling a bottle of champagne out of the fridge. "I know we're not going back to the hotel then."

"That is correct. Lola packed a bag for you."

"Oh! So we're not just going out to a fancy dinner."

"No. We're going away."

She considered me for a second, unwrapping the foil from the top of the champagne bottle. "One of those tacky sex hotels?"

Laughing, I took the bottle from her, carefully uncorking it the way she'd shown me. "I have more class than that, Rache."

She flashed me a sexy grin. "Tacky is sometimes fun." She squealed as I popped the cork, reaching over to find glasses. I poured us both some champagne and she raised hers in a toast. "To mystery dates."

I giggled, clinking my glass against hers. "Well, it's not a mystery to me…" I teased.

She took a drink of her champagne, considering me over the rim of her glass. I loved that look. She wasn't thinking about where we were going, she was thinking about sex in the back of the limo, I could tell. That was fine with me.

I wasn't going to get to see that look every day any more. I had to go back to Backstreet Land and tour and only see her for a few hours when our schedules worked. My chest ached just thinking about being away from her, but then she downed her champagne and tossed the glass on the seat across from us. She swung around, straddling my hips, and taking my glass and finishing mine, too. I stopped worrying as she leaned down to my lips, "Half an hour, you said?" she whispered..

"Yeah," I agreed, trying to kiss her, but she pulled back with a smile.

"Then we'd better get started." She kissed me deeply, her hands moving to unbutton my shirt. I tried to run my fingers through her hair, but she moved away, licking at my neck, kissing my chest and biting my nipples, making me moan. "Is that good, Nicky? Do you like that?"

"That is so good, Rache," I breathed, feeling her hands at my waist, undoing my shorts. The driver couldn't see us, right?

"What do you want me to do, Nick? Do you want me to suck your cock? Do you want to fuck? Do you want to tell me where we're going?"

He laughed as I tried to slip that in there, and I grinned, pushing his shorts over his hips and freeing his cock. "That is not going to work, Rachel."

I knelt in front of him, pulling off his shorts and shoes. "Oh, please. You'd tell me anything to get me to fuck you right now."

"I might just lie."

I glared at him. Bastard. He could lie, and I'd never know, not until we got there. Where were we? Atlanta? He was probably taking me to the Georgia coast. Yeah, that made sense. Or maybe we were going ahead to Raleigh. That's where we met, after all. It would be like him to book a room in the hotel where we met and we could hang out at the vending machines. He had to leave when we got to Raleigh in our original schedule, off to Backstreet Land for rehearsals.

"Or I could take matters into my own hands," he purred, wrapping a hand around his erection and stroking slowly. I looked at him in amazement. That was my trick! He loved to watch me touch myself, it made him so hot.

Fuck, I could see why. He groaned, thrusting his hips up against his hand, and I just watched him for a minute, trying to remember how to breathe. I loved the way he moved.

I caught my breath and leaned up, kissing him. He moaned against my lips, sucking on my tongue as I could feel his hand moving between us. "Bunny, that cannot feel as good as my warm mouth wrapped around your cock," I whispered, nibbling at his ear.

"No," he agreed. "Not nearly."

I moved, nipping at his other ear. "Or my pussy. I am so wet, watching you do that. Wouldn't you rather fuck?"

He nodded, his eyes shut as he continued to stroke himself. "You feel so good around me, Rachel," he breathed, turning his head to kiss me.

"Where are we going, Nicky?"

"London," he answered, and I pulled away from him with a scream.

"We are not!" I whined. "I have to be in Raleigh the day after tomorrow."

He opened his eyes and smiled at me. "My hand feels pretty good. I've done this a few times, I have some tricks."

I glared at him, but he just laughed. "I can so keep this up. I love seeing you this aggravated."

"Good thing, because there is no sex for you now," I pouted.

"Bullshit." He let go of himself, using both hands to touch me as I sat next to him on the seat. "That was a great fucking show tonight, and I know how you are after a great show." He kissed my shoulder, both thumbs making small circles on my nipples as he cupped my breasts. "And the limo… blowjobs in the back of limos are just so rockstar."

That was what I'd been thinking ever since I saw this car, and he knew it. We'd joked about blowjobs in limos before, and I wanted his best to be from me. He knew that, too.

He moved one of his hands, quickly unzipping my jeans and slipping his hand inside my underwear. I gasped as his finger touched my clit, making those small circles that he knew drove me wild. "So wet, Rachel," he breathed. "So wet, and hot…" He removed his hand slowly, making me groan.

"So, we can both sit here and masturbate, or you could deal with the fact that I'm not going to tell you where we're going and…"

He yelled when I sucked his cock into my mouth. Bastard. That withholding sex thing never worked with any of my boyfriends, I was too easy. Fuck the power play, I wanted to fulfill my rockstar fantasies. I heard him laugh above me, but that didn't last long as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, making him groan and thrust his hips up towards me. "God, Rachel," he sighed. "You feel so fucking good."

I ran my teeth lightly along his length, and he cried out, grabbing onto my hair, holding on as I moved my mouth against him. I loved this, he was so appreciative. I raked my nails down his chest and he almost came off the seat, whispering my name over and over again.

After a few minutes of feeling him writhe above me, I pulled away, kissing his thighs as he whimpered. "Ever fuck in a limo, Nick?" I asked him.

"No," he admitted.

"A first for both of us," I grinned, looking up at him. "Think we can figure it out?"

"There's condoms in my pocket," he told me, and I found his shorts, tossing them up at him as I wiggled out of my jeans. Fuck the shirt, no time for that, I needed to feel him inside me immediately. He rolled on the condom, and I straddled his hips, reaching down to hold his cock. Slowly, I guided him inside me, and we both cried out as he filled me. I moved against him, carefully at first, then faster as I realized this angle wasn't going to hurt either of us. He pulled up my shirt roughly, taking my nipple into his mouth and flicking at it with his tongue, first one, then the other.

"God, yeah," I groaned, my thrusts increasing as he moved his hips to meet mine. I was dizzy, unaware of anything but him, his tongue against my breasts, the way his cock felt inside me. I leaned my head down, biting at the point where his neck met his shoulder, and he shuddered, pulling away to look up at me.

"I love you," he whispered.

"We'll be at our destination in ten minutes," the driver's voice suddenly announced, and I shrieked.

"Oh, my god! Can he hear us?"

Shaking his head, Nick laughed. "Only if we hit the 'talk' button. Or he's getting a good soundtrack."

I screamed again as Nick leaned forward, carefully guiding me onto the floor. It was carpeted, I was so going to have rug burn later. "Way too controlled sitting up, Rache," he murmured, pounding inside of me. "We could do that all night, and we only have a few minutes."

I just nodded, unable to speak as he thrust against me, every stroke filling me completely. It only took a moment, and I came with a scream, unable to catch my breath as he pounded against me, riding out his own climax. Finally he stopped moving, looking down at me in amazement. He was sweaty and disheveled and I reached up, kissing him.

"I fucking love you," I told him, and he laughed against my neck, kissing me there.

"Was this a rockstar fantasy or what?"

"It was fucking awesome. Are we there now? Can we find the bed and do that some more?"

"Maybe…" he teased, rolling away from me and pulling off the condom, tossing it in a trashcan tucked under one of the seats. "Get dressed, we're not going to a nudist colony, I'll tell you that much."

Straightening our clothes, we stumbled out of the car and she screamed.

Excellent. We'd been so distracted that she hadn't even noticed we were at the airport.

"Nick!" she squealed. "Where are we going?"

"Someplace secret. Had to get a private flight," I told her, motioning toward the plane on the runway.

"Is that ours?" she screeched.

"All ours."

"Oh my god!" She was so excited, actually hopping from foot to foot like a little kid. "A private jet?"

"I know how to treat my girl right," I bragged, and she kissed me.

"You are so cool, Nicky. I can't believe you went to all this trouble."

It was worth it for the smile on her face. I couldn't wait until we got there, she'd be even more excited.

The flight attendant introduced herself and led us on board. Rachel stopped inside the door, her mouth hanging open, and I laughed. "Aw, baby, this is just a little bitty plane," I teased, and she whacked me.

"Oh, shut up, Mr. Around the World in Four Days. This is still fucking cool!"

It was. I hadn't really paid attention, one of our assistants had been faxing stuff to Lola and I'd been making phone calls when Rachel was busy. I just wanted to get us to where we were going, and maybe impress Rachel a bit.

This plane impressed me. Everything was leather, a big sofa on the far wall, four huge chairs surrounding a table just next to the door. There were two TV's, the bigger one across from the sofa, and I guessed the kitchen was beyond the door to the right. Too bad we were only using it for a few hours. Then again, after what we managed to do in half an hour in the limo…

Dan, our very nice flight attendant, showed us around and introduced us to the pilot. Rachel asked them both where we were going and they just smiled at me. "If you'll take your seats, we'll be in the air in just a moment," Dawn the pilot said instead.

"Bastard," Rachel pouted at me, flouncing to a seat and buckling herself in.

"Once we hit a cruising altitude, I'll serve dinner," Dan said. "I'll be in the back, you can hit this button to call me if you need anything." There was a remote on the table that controlled the TVs, the stereo system, and the intercom. Dan disappeared into the back and I sat next to Rachel who just raised an eyebrow at me.

"Where are we going, Nicky?"

I laughed. "It's a secret."

"Then I'm not speaking to you."

"Aw…" I whined. "But you have to hold my hand, I hate to fly."

She considered me for a moment. "We've never flown together."

I shook my head. "Nope."

"You hate it and you set up this special trip anyway?"

I shrugged. "Had to fly, or we'd waste the day getting there."

"Where are we going?" she demanded, making me laugh again.

"I can't believe you haven't guessed yet."

"We're not really going to London, are we?" she asked, and I kissed her. I didn't want her to think about it too hard, or she'd figure it out, and it was too much fun playing with her.

"I don't think this plane would make it to London. Not like that great big plane that took us all over the world like real rock stars on a private jet," I teased, giggling when she pouted at me.

"Was it really cool?" she wondered.

"You have to watch those videos I got you," I told her. "There's one that's all about that trip."

"I know," she informed me. "We watched it on the bus, that weekend you were in L.A. But the boys were talking through half of it. And you were barely on screen! They interviewed all the other fellas, but not you."

"I was sleeping," I admitted. "I had drugs."

"Really?" she asked, and I held her hand tighter as the plane started to move.

"Part of the time. I really do not like to fly."

She kissed me. "Then I'll make sure you are thinking of other things while we're in the air," she promised.

I babbled on as we taxied for take-off, and even more when we actually left the ground, and he just held my hand tighter and tighter, trying to ignore the window behind me. Finally I turned around and pulled the curtain. "Bunny, you really hate this, don't you?" I asked him quietly.

"Usually I don't think about it much, but this is a very small plane."

"I think it's a very big plane for just two rockstars. Look at that couch over there, I bet there will be plenty of room for us to lie down there when we can take off our seatbelts." I kissed him, and he leaned his forehead against mine with a sigh.

"You're really going to have to distract me to have that happen."

I laughed. "I think I can rise to that challenge. You so owe me for that blowjob in the limo. I've got fucking rug burn on my back from how we finished up."

He looked up, rubbing my back carefully. "Well, when we get-"

He stopped himself, looking at me to see if I caught that. "What?" I demanded. "When we get where?"

Laughing, he shook his head. "Nope! I caught myself!"

Frustrated, I started beating at him, and he laughing, putting up his arms to defend himself. "Violence is not going to work any better than sex, Rache. You can't hurt me any more than you can resist me."

I stuck my tongue at him. "Oh, use my high sex drive against me, you bastard." I pulled the curtain aside and looked out the window. "Wow, look at how high we are. I wonder how long we'll be in this plane."

He yanked the curtain shut again. "Long enough for dinner, and maybe sex."

"Mile high club?" I asked, and he shook his head.

"I hate to fly, Rache. You?"

I just shrugged, pretending innocence, and he laughed. "How? I know you weren't flying first class."

"Hey, blankets cover up a lot, even in coach."

"But not-" he stopped as I giggled.

"Airplane bathrooms are very small, but you can fit two people in them if you are careful. And if you're already all worked up from the action under the blanket, then it can be very quick."

He kissed me. Oh, was this turning him on? Cool.

"Who?"

"Jeremy," I admitted, thinking quickly. Yeah, only Jeremy. Jeremy a few times on planes, though. Jeremy a few times most places, come to think of it.

"Well, we have that great big couch over there," Nick promised, nuzzling my neck, and I laughed.

"You are so competitive! Three minutes ago I was really going to have to distract you to make it work, and now you're making promises."

He raised an eyebrow at me. "And you so want to hear that was the best blowjob in the back of a limo ever."

"Was it?" I had to ask, and he laughed.

"Definitely," he swore, kissing me again. "In a different league."

She gave me a self-satisfied smirk and I had to kiss her one more time. I'd never be able to enjoy a blowjob from a groupie again, for the rest of my life I'd have to compare it to her, and know how much better it was when love was involved. Could I take her with me? Could I get her to quit her band and come and follow me around from city to city?

No, then she wouldn't be Rachel. I couldn't have both, the sweet girl who would be there when I wanted her and the sexy vibrant rock star in my arms right now. I got bored with the girls that followed me around, right? Phone calls and stolen moments with Rachel were going to be enough, because being with her was so amazing, it was worth the lonely nights I knew were ahead of me.

I cupped her face in my hands, kissing her more, and she opened herself up to me, sliding her tongue along mine and running her hand up my thigh, under my shorts. We'd just had sex, how could I want her so much already?

"You may now remove your seatbelts," Dan's voice said over the speakers. "Unless you'd rather wait, I'll serve dinner in about twenty minutes."

In three seconds, Rachel was out of her seatbelt and in my lap, and I ducked away as she moved to kiss me again. "Do we want dinner?"

"I'm fucking starving," she told me, fumbling in the armrest for the button that communicated with Dan in whatever secret compartment he was in. Clicking it on, she giggled. "Dan, we're totally starving, but could you be sure and announce yourself before you come in?"

"Yes, ma'am." There was so a giggle in his voice. Did they have cameras? Was this like the limo, could they only hear if we hit the right button?

Who cared? Let them watch. Rachel kissed me again, pressing her body against mine. "We can kiss for a few minutes."

"Twenty minutes is plenty of time for sex," I told her, and she laughed.

"We just had twenty minute sex in the limo!" she whined. "No, I want to enjoy it. Do we have time to enjoy it?"

She was trying to get it out of me, wasn't she? "Yes," I sighed. "We have about two hours." We had three, but two would keep her guessing and three might give it away.

Chapter 12:
Page 1 | Page 2 | Page 3 | Page 4 | Page 5

Disclaimer | Sudden Silence Website
Feedback to Authors | Tragical Fiction (home)

(c) 2001-2007
Some content not suitable for children. You have been warned.