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!)

The bus was silent and dark, except for the shadows from the street lights along the highway every so often. Nick looked so peaceful as he lay on his side next to me, his arm tossed casually across my stomach and his head resting in the crook of my shoulder.

He was so beautiful lying there I could barely contain myself. It was insane how much I missed being able to lie in his arms in the middle of the night and watch him sleep. My body ached to hold him, even when he was lying right next to me. I knew tomorrow I'd be alone in some hotel room and he'd be alone on this new bus. God, I loved him for upgrading the bus, even if it didn't mean I could have the old one.

I wanted to reach over and suck on his earlobe, coaxing him awake slowly, but he'd only been sleeping for a bit. He was exhausted after two solid days of rehearsals and all the publicity around the tour starting back up. I ran my hand through his hair, moving it off his face so I could see his eyes. He relaxed under my touch and then tightened his grip on me, pulling me in closer to his body.

His naked body was warm against mine, the hair on his legs tickling me slightly as I moved one of my legs over his, pulling his hips closer to mine. Surprisingly, I felt him harden as I moved against him. I looked down at his face, a contented little grin on it. What did he dream about when I was here lying next to him?

I knew what he dreamt about when I wasn't here. He'd told me some of those dreams in graphic detail over the last few days. Remembering his voice in my ear, whimpering my name as he recounted them to me, I felt my nipples harden. God, I wanted to feel his mouth on me again, licking and sucking on my skin like he was trying to taste every part of me.

I couldn't stand it. I ran my hand down his arm, pulling him into me, letting my tongue glide over one of the tattoos on his arm and feeling the pattern against my lips. Nick moaned into my neck, his arm encircling my waist before coming to rest on the small of my back. His fingers ran lightly over the tattoo there, eliciting a moan from me.

Could he still be sleeping? I looked down at his face, his eyes were still closed and his breathing was even against my skin. Wake up, baby, I want to kiss you. I want to feel your hands on my body and hear you moan my name as you slide into me. I'd never get tired of watching him as he entered me, his eyes searching mine for validation that I felt the same way he did.

More. Oh, my god, more. I ran my fingers down his chest, gently pinching his nipple to hear him moan softly again. Was it possible to want him more than I did at this moment? I ran my hand down my stomach to where I wanted him. I was so wet, and my clit was swollen with just thinking about him. I took his growing erection in my hand, covering him with my wetness and stroking him gently. Wake up baby, feel how aroused you make me just by lying next to me.

"Nick," I whispered in his ear before running my tongue down to his earlobe, sucking it into my mouth gently before feeling his earring against my tongue. Damn, why did I pierce his damn ear? It got in the way of my nibbling on his ears, one of my favorite pastimes. Sighing, I let his earlobe fall out of my mouth and ran my tongue back down his neck, kissing my way to his chest. He can't be sleeping through this. I can't let him.

Finally, I felt him stir as I pushed him onto his back. Just as I sensed he was going to wake up, I ran my tongue across the head of his cock and he groaned loudly from his dreams. I stopped moving. Reaching up to him, I traced his lips with my finger. He opened his mouth at my touch, mimicking my actions as I took him into my mouth.

I loved feeling him harden in my mouth, I got off on the power I had over him at that moment. I knew right now he'd promise me anything if I just kept my mouth around his cock and my tongue teasing him as I increased my pressure. Suddenly his legs opened to me, his hips moving against me as he groaned from deep within his chest. I released him slightly and looked up to him. His eyes, half closed, were staring down at me questioningly.

I ran my tongue back over the head of his cock, sucking hard on him as I cupped his balls in one of my hands.

"Rache…" he moaned as I ran my teeth lightly along his length. I could taste him already. He wasn't going to last much longer. One of his hands tangled in my hair, urging me on, while the other came to rest on the back of my neck, his strong hand massaging my neck as I took his entire length back into my mouth. Quickly, I moved against him as he bucked his hips against me, helping me find his rhythm. The feel of him straining against my mouth was pulling me along with him. Suddenly his body stiffened, and he exploded in my mouth, moaning my name over and over. I continued sucking as he relaxed and I felt his breathing steady again.

In one movement, he pushed me onto my back, covering me with his body. Without saying a word, his mouth crashed against mine, exploring me, tasting himself on my tongue. I held his head in my hands as he deepened our kiss, making me whimper into his mouth. God, if I didn't come soon, I was going to devour him. Sensing my urgency, he broke our kiss and grinned down at me, pushing the hair out of my eyes.

"You are amazing, Rache," my voice cracked as I tried to talk and she smiled up at me.

How could I possibly love this woman any more? Not long ago we had drifted off to sleep, completely exhausted after making love. But half-asleep I'd wanted her again. And here she was needing me.

She whispered my name as I ran my tongue across her breast, pulling her nipple into my mouth slowly. Flicking my tongue across it, I felt it harden against my lips. Every movement of her body, every sound she made, made me want her more. I felt my erection growing again as she moved her hips against mine.

Parting her legs, I ran my hands over the insides of her thighs as my tongue trailed across her stomach. She writhed beneath me and groaned, "Baby, suck on me. I want to feel your tongue against my clit. God, baby, please."

I smiled against her skin, turning my head to suck on the sensitive flesh inside her thigh. "You don't like me here?" I whispered loud enough for her to hear as my tongue traced tiny circles on her skin.

She moaned loudly, bucking her hips up against me, "I'm gonna come without you," she teased, moving her hand to her clit and touching herself. I watched her in amazement as one finger disappeared inside her cunt.

"Damn baby," I sighed as I kissed the back of her hand, running my tongue along her finger. She withdrew it, and I sucked on her hungrily, tasting her wetness. I loved the way she tasted. Pure sex. There was no romantic candlelight or soft music swirling up in the background here, just the strong need for me to get her off. And I was what she wanted.

"Yes… oh god, Nick… harder. Suck me harder," she groaned above me and I was powerless to do anything but obey her. A moan escaped my own lips as I sucked on her swollen clit like a piece of candy. She needed me. My tongue. My hands. My cock buried so deep inside her I'd make her scream my name.

I bit down on her as I shoved my fingers inside her quickly. Damn, she was wet. Wet and open and wanting me. How long had she lain there watching me sleep and trying to wake me?

I might never sleep again, knowing I could elicit this desperate need in her.

It didn't take long. I pumped my fingers in and out of her aching cunt until I felt her shuddering against my face. She whimpered as my fingers left her. I knew that feeling. I hated it when I pulled out of her and felt so empty and alone, like I might never be inside her again.

I felt my chest tighten, and I pulled myself up to her, wrapping my arms around her and holding her as close as possible to my chest. She sighed against me, and it was then I noticed the tears. She wasn't sobbing, but small tears escaped her eyes and ran down her face. I lifted her face up to mine, and she smiled as I kissed her cheeks.

"I love you."

I know, baby. Oh, god, I know. My own voice caught in my throat, and I nodded before kissing her forehead. I never wanted to leave her side.

If I told her that, she'd laugh at me. It hadn't been long enough, she'd tell me. This was obsession. Infatuation. How could it be love so quickly? In my head I knew all these things were true. But I also knew that when she wasn't here, I was dreaming about her. When she didn't answer her phone when I called, I nearly went out of my mind with jealousy.

But most of all, when she was here beside me, I never wanted to see her leave… because I loved her.

I wanted to tell her all of these things, but she'd stopped crying and was grinning up at me playfully.

"What?" I was almost scared of what she was going to say.

"I'm starving," she laughed, licking her lips for effect.

I groaned, "Thor's not enough, baby?"

She blushed, burying her head in my shoulder and giggling.

If we continued to lie here, I'd certainly tell him all my secrets. Confess my undying love for him, tell him how I'd been lying here trying to figure out ways I could see him more. But that scared me. He was too young. I'd done that before - giving up everything that mattered just to feel loved. I couldn't let myself do that again. Here we were on the brink of everything Jeremy and I had worked for, and I was so tempted to fuck it all up for the attention of some pop star who would discard me once a better lay came along?

I looked up at Nick, his blue eyes sparkled as the light from the highway flickered in through the window. He was so passionate, so earnest. I was in so far over my head it was insane.

The phone rang, making me jump.

"Just the phone, baby," he laughed.

I dove for the phone and he laughed at me. But a phone couldn't ring at 4am in my life. Phone calls in the morning would always make me think of mom calling me in London when… I pushed that thought out of my head as I found Nick's phone. I was tired and overwrought. I stuck my tongue out at him, trying to will myself to stop being melodramatic, "Who's calling you at 4 a.m.? I'm right here."

He flashed me that cocky grin, pulling my hips to him as he answered it. Was someone putting viagra in his corn flakes? How was he in a practically constant erect state? I giggled to myself as I pushed him on his back and straddled him. He groaned, pulling the phone away from his ear and I could hear AJ's familiar voice.

"Dude, you cannot still be fucking!"

I tore the phone out of his hands, "Alex! Listen to that mouth of yours. What do you expect, calling the boy at 4 fucking a.m.?"

AJ laughed, "Sorry babe, but you gotta take Em. She's driving me insane."

Nick's hands were on my hips now, steadying me as he thrust up inside me, making me gasp. "Fuck, Nick… " I sighed, making him giggle. Damn, I loved his giggle.

"Jesus! Will you two stop it for half a second?"

I pulled the phone away from my ear, "Uncle Alex says we have to stop. Down boy!"

"He's just jealous that I have the wanton sex goddess on top of me."

"On top of him? Do tell," AJ whispered.

"Oh, stop it, both of you. We are not turning this into a three way!"

They both groaned, making me laugh even harder. Nick thrust up against me again, and I tried to move off him, but his hands held me to him. Okay, AJ had to let me go soon, or he was going to hear more than he wanted to. Nick moved one of his hands down, and I grabbed it, interlacing his fingers in mine and holding it over his head. Bad move. Now my chest was within striking distance of his tongue.

I heard AJ in my ear. Em… pictures… Sarah wants to be alone too… Waffle House….

I sat up straight, "Waffle House! We are in the land of Waffle Houses!"

AJ sighed on the other end, "That was like 2 minutes ago, Rache. What are you two doing?"

"You don't want to know. When's the next Waffle House?"

Nick pouted up at me, and I bent down and kissed him quickly as I heard AJ conferring with Em and Marcus on the other end of the phone, "I need sustenance if we're going to keep this up, baby."

"Then we can keep going?"

"Of course, I told you I had every intention of fucking your brains out before I left!"

"Awwwww…. Rache, I didn't need to hear that!" AJ screamed, making me giggle.

"Sorry, baby… when's the next stop?"

"Marcus says we're at exit 40. So tell Geoff to stop at the next Waffle House past 40. He says we're ahead of you."

"Cool! See you soon, Aje."

"And you get Em," AJ reminded me.

I pouted down at Nick, "Okay, we get Em. But tell her she needs earplugs!"

He laughed, and I hung up the phone, jumping off bed and throwing on Nick's sweaty T-shirt. It came down practically to my knees, good enough for a quick trip to the front of the bus.

"Geoff!" I hollered, "The Boys need food! We're meeting AJ at the next Waffle House past exit 40, okay?"

"Waffle House?"

"Yeah, they're like every two exits or something. Big yellow signs. Waffles and eggs and bacon and orange juice. Oh… and hash browns! They have the best hash browns!"

Geoff laughed, "I know from Waffle House, Rache… just didn't ever see boy wonder back there setting foot in one."

Nick screamed from the back of the bus, "I heard that!" making Geoff and me laugh.

I tousled his hair and kissed his cheek, "Thanks, Geoff! Just give me a 2 minute warning, okay?"

He grinned at me, and I raced back to the bedroom, but was stopped when an arm emerged from one of the bunks, grabbing my shoulder. "Am I not invited?" Frank whined, sticking his head out to pout at me.

Okay, he was definitely half-asleep, because I'd never heard Frank whine before.

"Of course you are, darling!" I assured him with a grin. "But let me go, I was in the middle of something."

He let me go with a groan, taking his pillow and burying his head underneath it. "Keep it down, kids," he mumbled, and I giggled, darting back into the bedroom and slamming the door behind me.

I hopped back up on the bed, throwing a condom at Nick before yanking my shirt off. "Bad boy, trying to trick me without the condom!"

"I'm half asleep, Rache… you're the one who was sitting on top of me. I was supposed to be able to control myself with that temptation?"

He fussed with the condom and then leaned back, grinning up at me. God, he was beautiful. I ran my hands up his arms and then down his chest and he sighed as I straddled him, slipping him back inside of me. "Where were we?"

"Right here," he whimpered, as he repositioned my hips against him and I started to move.

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