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!)

Press took forever and I'd nearly lost the ability to be patient, hearing the band soundcheck for the umpteenth time and the dancers go over one of the fast numbers that they'd changed for this leg of the tour.

The other Backstreet women had found me shortly after Em finished running her test during the lighting check, and now we were all sitting in the pit trying to make small talk. I felt like a third wheel here. Sarah and Leighanne had spent most of the year on tour. I didn't know where Kevin's wife was, but I could sense a soap opera developing here. I wasn't about to ask for the dirt, however. She was the only one I'd met when I'd seen the show in Pittsburgh. She seemed nice enough.

I was just contemplating slinking off to check in with James or Lola when I heard Nick's laugh and all five of them bounded on stage, horsing around and pulling on their headsets.

"Dawg, he did not just ask about Willa!"

My ears perked up, and Nick shot AJ a death glare. AJ clasped his hands over his mouth and slinked back behind Brian, "Oops. My bad! Rachel, nothing happened. There was no talk of the evil ex."

I laughed, "Thanks, AJ. Did he plead 'no comment' at least?"

They all laughed, and Nick started blushing, "Nah. No big deal. Just asked about the dogs, you know. Stupid rumor stuff."

Kevin stepped forward, "He was a complete gentleman, Rachel," he said solemnly and the rest of them laughed.

"Nicky was a gentleman! Oh, that's a good one!" Howie giggled and then deftly stepped away as Nick attempted to take a swing at him. They'd done too much press, they were starting to get loopy. And they still had a sound check to get through. I glanced down at my watch. Our precious time together before the show was quickly ticking away.

A pretty black woman appeared behind them and clapped her hands together, "Okay, boys, we have no time for a complete run through, but let's at least do one dance number. Jana?"

One of the dancers stepped forward, and Leighanne leaned over to Sarah, "Did Alex tell you about her?"

Sarah shook her head, clueless, "No, she's new, right?"

Leighanne nodded, "Yep. Apparently Kevin went to high school with her."

"Really?"

"That's not all. Brian said that she used to date Kevin. His high school sweetheart and all that. He was the football star and…"

"She was the head cheerleader?" I finished for her, and she smiled at me. The first genuine smile I'd received all day from one of them. God, I needed a drink. Oops. Can't have that, now, can we?

I missed my band. What were they doing right now? Probably hanging out at the hotel bar and torturing groupies.

"Exactly. Can you believe it?" Leighanne was still talking. "Fatima hired her to do the choreography for the new sections and the new video, too. Brian said she's really sweet, but how strange would that be? Being with your high school sweetheart after all this time?"

I had to stifle a giggle. I saw the two first loves of my life every single day. James didn't technically count, I guess, he was my best friend. But he was my first boyfriend. I wonder if that was why Kristin wasn't here? Was there something going on there? I'd have to get Nick to tell me tonight.

I turned my attention back to the stage as the music started. "Shining Star," my favorite. Every time Jana danced near or with Kevin, Leighanne and Sarah shared a "knowing" look. Damn, this was going to be a long concert sitting here next to the catty sisters.

I stood up and moved over to Em, "So, you know the story with the new dancer?"

"Yeah, Kevy told me he dated her in high school. Was a complete shit to her, too. I'm surprised she took the gig," she whispered, snapping a quick shot of Nick as his dancer had him tangled up in the phone cord. Before I could ask, she smiled, "Yes, you get that as an 8x10."

"You rock. So there's nothing going on there?"

Em shook her head, "Nah."

"So why didn't Kristin come? Because you're here and the virtuous Kevin wanted the freedom to flirt?"

She snapped a few more shots and then turned to me. "Rachel, they are a loyal bunch, this group. Don't read too much into the fact that Kristin isn't here, okay?" I started to say something, and she interrupted me, "He loves you. More than Damon ever could have, Rache."

I sighed and turned back to the stage. She was right. I needed to stop being so suspicious. The tour was just starting, and already I was seeing affairs everywhere. I went back to my seat by Sarah just in time to catch Nick as the song ended and he disappeared back underneath the stage.

That was so not the dance he'd done with my girls at the house. No, that dance didn't have the butt shakes and pelvic thrusts, and there was definitely no being tied up with a phone cord by a pretty young blond. I would have remembered that.

I vaguely remembered seeing that song the first time, but I think I was so overwhelmed by the music that I hadn't really paid attention to the dance.

We ran back up and got the all clear from Fatima and the director that the new dance was okay, and I didn't even have time to look for Rachel, she was already in front of me, smiling and reaching for my hand.

"Is he done now?" she called to no one in particular, and I heard Kevin yell "one hour" as she pulled me back down the stairs.

I didn't care if I was going to be teased tomorrow. I knew that look. She was leading me, but I knew she didn't have a clue where we could go, "Where are we going, Rache?" I giggled, and she stopped, turning around to face me.

"Anywhere private! Do none of these doors lock?" she demanded, and I just had to lean forward and kiss her.

"Bus?"

She nodded and followed me as I navigated us through the backstage maze to the parking lot. Without thinking, I opened the door, and we were met by the screams of half a dozen girls standing at the top of the ramp, obviously just waiting for someone to come out. I waved to them quickly and pulled Rachel toward the bus.

"Oooh, new bus!" she squealed as I led us on board, the screams of the girls dissipating as the doors closed behind us.

"This one has a big bed in back and a door that locks."

She smiled wickedly and licked her bottom lip slowly, "Does it?"

I nodded, "Yep. And a leather couch and big screen TV. The satellite connection is better, too, so I can talk all night if I want."

I pulled her body to me, and she sighed as I ran my hands up under her T-shirt, deftly unclasping her bra and then moving my hands to cup her breasts, "Who would you be talking to in the middle of the night, bunny?"

"Dunno. Someone might want to hear my voice. A fan, maybe? You know, they call me all the time." I heard her breath catch as I pinched her nipple and bit down on her neck.

She responded in kind, pulling my shirt up and popping the first button on my jeans, her finger darting inside to tickle my skin as she moved on to the second one, "You need to stop giving out your number, bunny." She breathed as she leaned forward and ran her tongue around my adam's apple, gently sucking on it until I moved away. We'd already done sex standing up once today.

"Let's check the bedroom out, baby."

She groaned as I pulled away but she quickly followed me, screaming when we got to the back, "Nick! This is bigger than James' apartment in New York!"

I smiled at her, pulling her back into my arms as she started to explore the bedroom, "Shhh… do you want the full tour or what's left of our precious alone time?"

She bit on her lip, considering me, and I didn't wait for a response, leaning over and locking the door and then pushing her back on the bed. "Oooh, comfy," she cooed, running her hands across the soft fabric of the bedspread. "Are there satin sheets under here?"

I fell on top of her, and she tried to wiggle away from me to check out the sheets, but I caught her hand in mine, "Don't move," I hissed, and she stopped. I straddled her hips and pulled her T-shirt and bra off in one movement and then helped her shrug out of her jeans, too.

Looking down at her naked body, I sighed, "What do we do now, baby?" Without waiting for a response, I leaned down, flicking her nipple with my tongue, and she arched her back up in response. "What do you want?"

"I want," she sighed and I kissed her breast, sucking her nipple into my mouth and twirling my tongue around it. She ran her hands up my back, pulling my T-shirt up and tracing my tattoo with her fingernail. "I want to lick your tattoos, Nick."

I looked up at her and she smiled, pulling off my T-shirt quickly. Her hands went back to my waist, and I sighed as I felt the rest of the buttons on my jeans pop open so she could ease my pants off my body.

"One," she breathed, pushing me back against the mattress as she kissed the sun tattoo on my right shoulder. I lay there naked next to her, our only contact her wet tongue lightly tracing one tattoo before moving on to the next. I tried to reach out to touch her, but she moved away, shaking her head.

I loved it when she touched my tattoos, she knew all the stories. I wanted one for her, but she'd forbidden me to do it for at least a year. She believed you really had to be sure about a tattoo.

I'd gotten a few just because they were cool, like the tribal band she was licking carefully. What was wrong with that? It gave me a spot for my girlfriend to kiss, what better reason? I heard myself groan as she moved across my chest, letting her hair tickle my skin.

My chest. I needed a tattoo on my chest for her to stop and kiss. Instead her tongue traced the line of the shark on my left shoulder, and I was glad it was intricate. It'd hurt like a bitch to get done, but right now, all that pain was worth it.

She straddled me carefully, not touching me as she bent forward to taste the two symbols on my arm. I reached up to run my fingers through her hair, but she caught my wrist, holding my arm back against the mattress.

"Close your eyes, Nicky," she sighed in my ear, and I did as I was told. Every nerve ending in my body leapt to attention, trying to anticipate where I would feel her next. She kissed me deeply, her tongue slipping inside my mouth as I sighed against her. Reluctantly, she broke our kiss, her hot tongue tracing a slow path back down my arm, sucking at the inside of my wrist before taking my thumb inside her mouth.

I nearly came off of the bed. That is not where her mouth should be, no, there were other parts of my body that needed that attention more. "Rachel…" I begged, pulling my hand back, but she followed, giggling against me. I whimpered, knowing how that giggle would feel against my cock. I felt her smile as she moved lower, pausing briefly, her mouth hovering over my cock so I could feel her hot breath on my skin.

I need to feel her lips around me. It'd been too quick this afternoon and she knew it. I loved the way her lips felt grasping my cock, her tongue teasing me until I couldn't stand it any more and exploded into her mouth.

"Rache, I want to touch you, too." I sighed, but she moved away, gently rolling me onto my side so she could reach my back. Her teeth raked across the "K" on my spine and I arched my back to be closer to her. Finally, she relented, snuggling her body up behind me as she kissed the music note on my shoulder blade.

I could feel the energy crackling off of him and knew he must be painfully hard by this point. I took his hand, lacing his fingers with mine and then ran them both down my leg and then up his as I moved back to trace "KAOS" again.

"I want to watch you, Nick," I sighed against his back, and he moaned as I talked to him, my voice barely a whisper. "When I was on the plane this morning, thinking about you, what were you thinking about?"

"Oh, god," his voice caught in his throat as I moved our hands to his cock and then pulled away from him, so his body fell back against the mattress. I stretched out beside him, covering his leg with mine as our fingers grasped his hard cock.

"Is that good, bunny?"

He nodded, not able to form words, his eyes rolling back in his head as my hand left his and he started rubbing himself faster.

"Tell me what I should do," he panted, his hips raising up to meet his hand, and I could see small drops of wetness coating the head. I wanted to lean over and take him into my mouth, but I settled for nibbling at his arm instead.

"Run your thumb over the head, Nick. Make yourself wet for me." He did, making himself moan as the wetness increased the friction, "Now pull harder. Is that good, Nick? Is it hard enough? Do you get harder when I'm here? Or do you like to close your eyes and imagine that you can do anything to me you want?"

"Jesus," he gasped, and I could see the muscles in his legs tensing, his stomach quivering. I reached down between his open legs and fingered his balls lightly, making him move faster.

"That's it, Nick, faster. When you're done, you can do anything, baby, anything you want. You know that, right? I'm here for you, Nick. All yours. I just want to watch you come."

I moved quickly, covering his body with my own, and his eyes flew open as I moved against him, loving the feel of him holding himself between our bodies, "Come for me, Nick. Now." I cried out to him, and he burst, throwing his head back and screaming my name as I felt his come cover us both.

He gasped for breath underneath me, recovering from his orgasm, and I traced his lips with my tongue and kissed him deeply. As soon as our tongues met, he sprang back to life, rolling me over and trapping my body underneath him, "Anything, Rache?"

I saw that hungry look in his eyes and smiled up at him, "Anything, baby." I nodded, reaching up to kiss him again. He fumbled on the bed next to us for his T-shirt and rolled off me slightly, wiping off our bodies and then running his hands down between my legs.

"You're so wet, Rache. That turned you on, watching me?" I asked, and she sighed as I parted her lips and ran my finger around her clit in tiny circles, gathering up her wetness and moving faster with each pass. "What else turns you on, baby? What do you dream about when I'm not beside you? Do you think about my cock in your mouth?"

I leaned up and kissed her, roughly parting her lips and sucking on her tongue hungrily. She arched her hips into my hand, trapping me between her thighs.

"I dream of you inside me, Nick," she breathed, her eyes glassy with pleasure as I thrust three fingers deep inside her and my thumb pushed down on her clit. "I love the way your cock fills me up when you pound into me."

"Like this?" She screamed as I increased my pressure inside her, turning my hand slightly as I felt her start to shatter. I didn't stop moving, and she came again quickly, her body spasming underneath me.

Finally, she was still, and I pulled her into my body, showering her face with kisses until she giggled and kissed me back. "I love you so much, Rache."

She smiled up at me, "You are amazing. Now, does this bus of yours have a shower?"

"Yeah… I'm not sure if the tank is full, though. Besides, I get to do anything, right?" I teased, kissing her. We were so far from done. We had like another half hour, didn't we? I knew I'd be hard again soon, I always was with her. I wanted to be inside her again, I wanted to remember that when I looked out at her from the stage tonight.

She obviously agreed with me, returning my kisses hungrily and running her hands over my body. We just lay like that for a few minutes, touching each other, enjoying being close, when suddenly the doorbell rang and she literally jumped off the bed, landing on the floor with a thump. "What the hell was that?" she shrieked, and I could barely answer, I was laughing so hard.

"The doorbell. Installed for just this sort of situation."

Probably Frank coming to collect me. I pulled on my shirt and stepped on the couch to open the window, sticking my head outside. "I'm busy!" I whined, and he rolled his eyes, walking back to the window.

"You should have told me where you were going," he scolded, and I glared at him. "Is Rachel with you?"

"Duh. This is the only place where the door locks."

He sighed, leaning against the bus and looking up at me. "I am so not looking forward to this ride to Cincinnati tonight. I'd ride on one of the other buses if I didn't know that you'd convince Geoff to detour to some remote location and we'd never see you again."

Rachel giggled, and I looked behind me to find her watching me. "Good idea," she said, and I looked back outside at Frank.

"Yeah, ride with Kevin or something. He doesn't have a girl tonight."

"Not a chance, little man. You're in Backstreet Land now, and I get paid big bucks to make sure you're where you need to be. Inside in 20 minutes, you've got a meeting."

"Kevin said an hour!" I pouted.

He sounded like a little kid being forced to go to bed, and I wrapped my arms around him, smiling against his back. And ten minutes ago he was all grown-up, making me come like only he could… god, I loved him. I didn't want to leave this bus, I wanted to make love to him for the next week.

I couldn't really hear what Frank was saying, but Nick slammed the window shut after a minute and jumped down off the couch, pouting at me. "I have to go."

"I know," I said, nodding. I did. We never had enough time together, my tour was the same way. I stroked his face, trying to erase his frown. "Hey, at least we've got this big bed and the door that locks on this bus. We'll be very, very quiet and have lots of sex on the drive tonight."

He considered me for a moment, then finally smiled. "True. And Frank says the water is hooked up, so we can take a shower."

"Will we both fit?" I questioned. No way was a tour bus bathroom going to be big enough for both of us to shower. He led me over to the bathroom, and we considered it.

"Probably not," he admitted, and I giggled.

"You go first, you've got a meeting." I pulled his shirt off and shrugged into it. "Didn't Frank say earlier that our stuff was on the bus?" We'd taken a van from the hotel to the venue, since the buses had been parked here all week.

"Yeah. Rache?" he asked, dragging me back to him by pulling on my shirt.

"What?" I answered, smiling up at him.

"What are you going to wear tonight? Because you know I love it when you wear my clothes, but…"

I laughed. "You want me to be the wanton sex goddess tonight, don't you?"

He grinned sheepishly, shrugging. "You always are."

"But I am going to be sitting there with the other girlfriends and I am no match for Sarah's breasts."

"She does have nice ones," he said, laughing, backing away as I tried to slug him.

"Oh, and you complain when AJ flirts with me?" I waved him away. "Don't worry, I thought about this. I want all the fans to take my picture and say how pretty I am."

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