Oreos for Breakfast: Nick BSB Fiction

Oreos for Breakfast - Chapter 13
By The Paperbag Princess and The Pumpkin Coach

Corresponding KTBPA Message Board Posts (Fictional!)

I handed the driver the largest bill in my wallet, and he raised an eyebrow at me, "You somebody?"

Grabbing my bag, I opened the door of the cab and smiled over at him. "Not hardly." Just a singer in a band. Just a singer who'll be shagging the cutest boy toy in the pop universe in about 10 minutes, if I played my cards right. It was insane how much I wanted him, my entire body tingled just thinking that he was somewhere inside that building. I didn't have to be satisfied with hearing his voice on the phone. Tonight I got to actually be with him. Hold him in my arms and fall asleep with him beside me. We'd be on a tour bus, but I didn't care.

I stepped out of the cab and had to smile at the sight. Probably 50 fans were milling about, and a big, burly rent-a-cop was blocking the door. The last time I'd seen something like this was almost two months ago in New York. AJ had just been whisked off to his undisclosed rehab, and the boys were quelling the media firestorm that brewed around them.

Two months ago. A chill ran down my spine as I remembered seeing Nick on MTV, his face nearly expressionless like he'd just lost his best friend. Well, he thought he had. Then later, in the hotel room, as he tried so hard not to cry in front of me, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep. He was so bad at putting on a brave front. Somehow no one had ever taught him how to lie effectively. I loved that about him. With all the pop star pretension that swirled around them, he managed to be regular Nick. Well, around me he did.

I heard someone call my name, and I twirled around. Blinded by flashes of light bulbs, I stumbled back, nearly knocking over a little girl standing behind me.

"Sorry," I mumbled as she looked up at me. Her mother stared at me, dumbstruck. Oh no. I wasn't just Rachel anymore. I wasn't just 'a friend of the Boys'. I was Nick's Girlfriend. Capital 'G'. Were there rules to this club? Did I need to dye my hair blond and get new breasts?

I looked to the side and was met by a dozen pair of questioning eyes. I suddenly felt claustrophobic as the circle around me tightened. I smiled at a woman to my left who told me she liked my music and had seen our show in Chicago.

"Can you take this to AJ?" A blonde woman next to her asked, handing me a zebra print cowboy hat.

"He'll love that," I told her, taking it from her and tucking it into my travel bag.

I should have known better. Within moments, I was holding a dozen presents - stuffed animals, T-shirts, gift bags, letters. I could barely hold everything and keep my bag balanced on my shoulder.

My mouth hurt from smiling and nodding to everyone as I made my way through the crowd of people. At the front door, Mr. Rent-A-Cop glared down at me. He reminded me of Frank that first night I'd met him.

"Key, ma'am?"

"I'm here to see my friend," I responded without thinking.

"No key, no entrance," he responded flatly.

Was he serious? What, he thinks this is an elaborate act to fake him out and get to the band? I had to admit, not a horrible plan...

"Please! Call Frank and tell him Rachel is early."

I'd caught an earlier flight with the intention of surprising Nick. Bad idea. I was used to a dozen fans outside our hotels when they'd gotten wind that Nick was touring with us, but never anything like this.

"Can't do that. No key, no entrance."

Great. I looked to my side to two fans who were watching me intently. They smiled at me, "They didn't tell you the password?"

"Password?" If I knew the freakin' password would I be standing out here letting everyone see me getting rejected by the minimum wage rent-a-cop?

"Usually there's a password because one of them…"

Her friend interrupted her, "Nick! It's always the dumb blond." Suddenly her eyes widened and her friend, hit her in the arm.

"Cyndi!"

I had to smile, "Yes, I know. Nicky forgets the key." I rolled my eyes, making them laugh. "Thank god he's a pop star because those lost key charges really add up! Alas, I have no password!"

I do, however, have a cell phone and Frank's number on autodial.

I looked up at the rent-a-cop and smiled sweetly at him, bending slightly so he could see down my tank top a bit, "Be a doll and hold these for a moment."

Dumping the presents in his arm, I pulled out my cell and hit a button. In two minutes Frank was in front of me with that disapproving 'Rachel, what am I going to do with you' look on his face, "Rachel, you know the drill."

"Surprise! I caught an early flight!"

He let out a long suffering groan and I couldn't help it but lean over and kiss his cheek. The girls next to me giggled, and I turned to them, "Frank here hates surprises."

"Come on!" He bellowed as I took the gifts back from the rent-a-cop and then stuck my tongue out at him playfully.

"All those yours?" Frank asked, eyeing the stuff in my arms as the elevator doors closed.

"Very funny. I imagine if postponing the tour inspired presents, starting it back up and being clean and sober inspires even more. And they've had two months to plan!"

A small smile escaped Frank's lips, and he tried to take them from me. I moved away, "No way… I get credit for being good with the fans, hands off, dude! Besides, they're balancing just right. One false move and the whole thing collapses."

The door opened, and one false move barreled into me as I stepped off the elevator.

Stuffed animals went flying as Nick pushed me against the wall, covering my mouth with his. In seconds the presents were forgotten as his hips moved against mine and his fingers ran through my hair, keeping my head still so he could devour me.

Damn, I'd missed the feel of his body against mine. Instinctively, I ran my foot down the back of his calf, wrapping my leg around his. As if on cue, his hands were on my ass, pulling me up into his arms.

In the distance I heard Frank's voice, "Nick… Rachel…"

Were we in the elevator? No, we weren't moving. Hallway? Then I heard a familiar giggle and moved away from Nick, making him groan. "Oh, fuck AJ, this picture is gonna make me millions."

"Em!" I cried, wiggling away from my boyfriend to hug her. I knew she was going to be here, but I didn't expect her until the show.

No, no, no! Rachel was here to see me. Not Em. And certainly not AJ. "Vending Machine Girl!" he grinned, hugging her as Em let her go. He stepped away from her, smiling. "Now, what exactly did you say your tongue was gonna do…"

I went for him, but Rachel caught me, laughing. "It's gonna do all sorts of interesting things to Nicky, but you just get fan presents, Alex. Lookit this cowboy hat!"

She pulled a hat out of her bag and placed it on his head as he laughed.

Can we go back to the tongue discussion?

"Hey, Kevy, this one has your name on it," Em teased, picking up the stuff scattered all over the floor and handing it to Kevin.

I loved it when Em was around. Cranky Kevin followed her around like a puppy. He glanced at the stuffed turtle as Em placed it on the stack of stuff in his arms. "A turtle? Is there something I don't know?"

"Might be like this monkey for AJ," Rachel said, tossing it to him. He caught it with a grin, holding it back out to her.

"Want to touch my monkey?" he said in a silly accent, making her giggle. Where the hell was Sarah? Why was her boyfriend here making eyes at my girl?

"Probably a complicated fan in-joke," Em nodded, looking inside a gift bag and presenting me with a stuffed walrus.

A walrus? I considered it for a moment.

"Is that like flamingos for Nick Rhodes?" Rachel said, and the girls giggled. I should probably know that one, shouldn't I? There had been many drunken conversations about Duran Duran on the Sudden Silence tour bus while we watched 'Sing Blue Silver,' an ancient tour documentary. Some bands watched 'Spinal Tap.' Sudden Silence had the Durans.

I was four when that documentary was made. What did I know?

"If I tell you he's coming to your show when you're in London-" Em stopped speaking at the panicked look on Rachel's face. "Okay, love, I won't mention it. Nick Rhodes will be nowhere near the venue. Just me and Alex and maybe Lexa, if you promise not to be all wanton sex goddess and putting bad ideas in her head."

Rachel grinned, excited. "Did you bring her?"

"She's in Cincinnati, with Alex and my parents. I thought we could maybe do breakfast tomorrow? If Nick will share you for an hour."

Rachel met my eyes, and she was thinking the same thing I was. We had so little time together, not even a day. It was noon now, and she had a flight out of Cincinnati at ten tomorrow. I had to leave for the venue at three, and after the show, we weren't even coming back to the hotel, straight on to Cincinnati. I was sorta looking forward to locking the door once we got there and spending those two hours alone.

Em went on. "Now, he made me swear not to take you this afternoon, but since you're early…"

I glanced over at her, and she laughed, shaking her head. "Okay, maybe not. That was a death glare!"

Was it? It wasn't supposed to be.

But she was early, and this was my time. Mine. We'd already wasted too much of it standing here in the hallway talking to people. I took Rachel's wrist and pulled her towards my room, ignoring how AJ and Kevin were teasing us. Rachel was smiling at me, that's all that mattered.

I shut the door behind us, locking it firmly as I heard a body slam against it. "Hey, Nicky, I thought the party was in your room?" AJ called out.

"Go away, AJ!" I yelled through the closed door, and Rachel laughed, dropping her bag on the floor and wrapping her arms around my waist. I could hear conversation out in the hall, but I tuned it out, pulling her up against me with a sigh, tossing my walrus onto the couch.

This was better. This was familiar, the feel of her in my arms, the smell of her shampoo when I kissed the top of her head. It was familiar in a good way, not like rehearsing and staying in strange hotel rooms was familiar. That was just work, but this was Rachel.

I could have both, right? We'd figure this out. It felt like three years since we'd been at the Point house, not just three days.

"My bunk on the bus seems so big without you in it, bunny," she said softly, and I cupped her face in my hands, making her look up at me. I started to make a joke, but her eyes were so serious that I just kissed her instead, feeling her melt into me.

It was so weird to be on tour without him. I hated that, I hated that he'd become so much a part of my life and I missed him like this. Even worse, there was no way me being on his tour would become normal. It was going to be a day here and there, never enough.

We had less than 24 hours together, what was I doing, standing here being melodramatic? I moved away from him, looking into the living room. "So, do you have a great big bed all to yourself? Nice to see you mess up hotel rooms even when you're all by yourself," I teased, and he let me go, starting to pick up some stuff.

"I was just starting to pack when Frank got your call," he informed me, and I dropped onto the couch in front of him, rummaging through my bag as he continued picking things up off the floor.

"Yeah, you weren't exactly surprised when I got off the elevator," I said, producing a box of condoms and an incense burner. He didn't notice, stuffing things into one of his duffel bags.

"He was in here, telling me I should pack now, because we were leaving from the venue, and I probably didn't want to waste any of my time with you doing stupid things like packing. Give me five minutes, let me get this out of the way."

Five minutes? Too long. I'd been fantasizing about how to best ravish him since I got on the plane and had a chance to be still. I lit the incense and saw his smile when the smell filled the room, but he went on grabbing clothes and GameBoy cartridges and CDs and shoving them into his bag indiscriminately, still talking.

"When he said your name, I was so scared that your flight was late, or you weren't coming, but then he said 'you're downstairs?' in that disapproving voice and I was so excited," he admitted.

"Me, too," I informed him, opening the condoms so they were easily accessible and leaning back against the couch. He didn't notice my sultry tone. Guess it wasn't sultry enough.

"I just kicked stuff around when the massage guy came in, that's why it's such a mess. He just left when you called."

"So are you all relaxed?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess. My back feels better. And my knee, I did something-"

"Nick!" I commanded, and he finally stopped moving, looking over at me. "Stop fucking packing. We can pack later."

He didn't move, transfixed as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my skin to his eyes. I could almost feel his gaze on my skin, my nipples hardening just from the way he looked at me. Finally, all my buttons were undone, and I held out my hand to him, and he took it, kneeling in front of me. "Don't hurt your knee again, bunny," I warned, and he grinned, sitting on the floor and reaching out, undoing my shorts.

"My knee is fine, Rache. Don't worry about me." He leaned forward, licking my tattoo carefully, and I sighed as he pulled my shorts off, settling my hips at the edge of the couch. "You smell so good, baby," he breathed against me, kissing the inside of my thigh. "We don't need the incense."

I smiled, sitting up to pull his shirt off. "I like the incense."

"It's not as good as you, but I can't bottle that," he said, his blue eyes dancing, and he pushed the shirt off my shoulders so that all I was wearing was my bra and panties. Lacy black, just for him. He slid a finger inside the waistband of my panties and smiled up at me wickedly. "Can I keep these?"

I giggled. "You will only lose them, and then they'll show up on Ebay in a month. Besides, they cost me a fortune!"

"They're very nice," he admitted. "But you don't need to wear sexy underwear for me. You're always sexy to me."

"Ah, I needed new ones," I shrugged. "Haven't hit a laundry in a while."

He grinned, then kissed me. Within seconds, we'd forgotten about our teasing, and I was clutching at his shoulders as he touched my breasts carefully through the sheer fabric, teasing me in another way. I couldn't breathe against him any longer, and I fell back against the couch with a sigh. "Oh, baby, I love the way you touch me."

"You're so beautiful, Rachel. Did you buy these just for me, to make me crazy?"

"That was the idea," I whimpered, biting my lip as he nuzzled my stomach, his large hands just resting on my breasts. "But it might be backfiring on me. I've had too long to think about what I want you to do to me."

I could feel his smile as he kissed my ribcage. "Is that what you did on the flight?"

She just moaned softly in agreement as I flicked my tongue over her nipple, and I moved back, looking up at her face. Her eyes were shut, and I knew she wanted to beg me to touch her more, to pull off what was left of her clothes and make love to her.

But she looked so pretty, the most intimate parts of her hidden from me, that I couldn't help but take it slow. I kneeled up, kissing her, and she opened her eyes in surprise. "Tell me," I whispered. "Tell me what you were thinking about. Were you sitting next to anyone? Did you have to get up halfway through the flight and touch yourself, imagining your hands were mine on your body?"

"No." She shook her head. "I was very good. I tried to read my book, but I kept staring out the window and wondering if you'd like my new lingerie."

"I do," I told her. "I like it so much I might want you to keep it on for a while." Her eyes were so disappointed I had to laugh. "Okay, maybe not that long. But tell me what you thought about. Did you think about me touching you here?" I asked, sliding my hand between her legs. "You're wet, I think maybe you did."

She moved against my hand, but I kept it still, and she leaned her head back, her eyes shutting again. "I wanted you to kiss me through the bra," she whispered, and I moved away from her, running my tongue along her chest until I reached the line of her bra. "That's nice," she sighed. "That's good, too."

Bending my head, I found her nipple, teasing it through the fabric and she cried out. It was lacy, so there was fabric and skin, and I could tell she liked that. I moved to the other breast, sucking on her nipple hungrily, and she moaned. "Yes, that's what I wanted. I can feel you, but it's… unexpected. God, I love your mouth."

"I love your breasts," I told her, finding the clasp in front and flicking it open, and she groaned loudly as my tongue connected with her bare skin. She pushed herself up against me, her cunt against my cock suddenly, and I stopped myself before it was all over. I pulled away from her, and she whimpered as I kissed down her stomach, stopping to nibble at her hipbone.

"Oh, Nick, please," she begged, writhing beneath my lips, and I kissed the inside of her thigh.

"Tell me," I whispered. "I touched you through the fabric, do you like that? Should I lick you through the panties?" I slipped a finger underneath the fabric, touching her wetness. "Or do you want this?" My knuckle found her clit, barely grazing it, and her hips bucked against me.

"No," she pleaded. "Take them off and suck me. Your tongue is so good, baby, I love the way it feels."

She didn't need to ask twice, I pulled them off her quickly, but now she couldn't stop talking. I loved it when she talked like this. "I'm gonna come so quick, Nick, then I want you to fuck me. You know I love that, feeling you slide inside me after you've made me come with your tongue. Oh, god…" she moaned, as I took her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue carefully.

She was right, she came quickly, clutching on to my hair and screaming my name. I loved knowing I got her this worked up, just a few minutes and I could make her come that hard. She'd barely caught her breath when she sat up, reaching for something on the coffee table behind me.

Oh. A condom.

Why do I still have pants on? I stood up, yanking them off my body, and she grinned, seeing my erection. She leaned forward, taking it in her hand and stroking gently. She looked up at me, and I met her eyes, running my fingers through her hair. She knew what I wanted and slid her mouth over my cock slowly, and I felt my eyes shut as I moved into her warm mouth. "God, Rache, that feels so good."

He moaned softly above me as I sucked on him. He was so hard, was that from making me come? God, I loved him.

God, I wanted to fuck him.

I pulled away, licking the tip of his cock, and his hips jerked against my mouth as he groaned. I rolled the condom on him and then looked up at him. "Bedroom?" I asked. The couch wasn't very big.

He pulled me up and pointed across the room. "Mirror," he informed me. "Chair."

I giggled as he pulled one of the over-stuffed chairs in front of the fireplace. He'd obviously thought about this already. Obviously most of his blood supply was in his cock right now and he couldn't form a sentence, either.

The chair arranged, I stood behind it and looked at the mirror. It wasn't full length, but we could at least see the tops of our bodies. I was flushed and my hair was everywhere and, looking at myself, I could see why he said I was so beautiful when we made love. He planted tiny kisses on the back of my neck and pushed me gently over the back of the chair. He started to arrange my hands so I'd be braced against it, but I pointed at the mirror instead. "What do you see, Nick?" I asked softly.

"You," he answered, looking up and caressing my stomach with his hands as he moved closer to me. I could feel him behind me, the subtle heat of his body against my back.

"Do you see how beautiful you are?" I whispered, reaching up and running my hand along his face. "Look at how blue your eyes are."

He stopped moving for a second, considering us in the mirror. Finally, he turned to me, kissing me deeply. "I love you, Rachel."

"I know," I smiled. "We can have sex now."

"Finally!" he joked, nuzzling my neck and pushing me back down. I braced myself against the chair, but somehow felt like it might be moving across the room soon. We both groaned as he slid inside me. "God, Rache, you're so hot," he gasped, thrusting into me again, and biting down on my shoulder.

"Watch," I hissed. "This was your idea."

He lifted his head, and our eyes met in the mirror. He thrust against me more forcefully as we watched each other. I never got to see his face when we did it like this, and I loved seeing how intent he was, his eyes turning a darker shade of blue as he increased his pace. "I wanted to see what you looked like," he breathed. "Not seeing your face is the only problem with this position."

"It's pretty fucking amazing otherwise," I told him, twisting around to capture his lips with mine. I thrust my tongue against his in time with his strokes, and he groaned so loudly against me I thought he was coming, but he just broke the kiss, shaking his head.

"Not yet," he muttered. "Too gorgeous to be over yet."

But it was over too soon anyway. It might have been ten minutes, or an hour, but we fucked the chair up against the wall and we'd stopped watching ourselves, too overwhelmed with how we were making each other feel. We were crying out, saying stupid, filthy things to each other, when he screamed out my name and fell on top of me, biting my shoulder again.

I was going to have a mark there. We slid to the floor, gasping for air, and after a minute, he moved away, disposing of the condom, then came back, covering me with his body. "Should we go to the bed?" he whispered, raining kisses on my face.

"That requires moving," I whined. "The floor is fine. Oh, my god, Nick, that was amazing. We need more hotel rooms with mirrors."

"I'll make it part of my rider," he yawned, pulling me closer.

"Did I wear you out? Are you going to be useless at the show tonight?"

He grinned, shaking his head. "I'm fine. I just need to lie here for a minute, and then I can do press and a show and we'll still have hot sex on the bus later."

"We can't have sex on the bus!" I squealed, making him laugh.

"I got a new bus, didn't I tell you, baby? It's got a bed and a real door. That locks!"

He was so proud of himself that I had to laugh, "Did you buy Frank lots of earplugs, too?"

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