Oreos for Breakfast: Nick BSB Fiction

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

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I was too tired to move. I was too tired to even think about moving. We'd been rehearsing since 9 in the morning, the only reason I was sitting here with the others was because food was involved. We were all just sitting, picking at the leftovers, chatting idly, because the thought of getting up from the table to walk up to our respective rooms was overwhelming.

My phone rang, and I glanced at the display. The only person I could bear speaking to was… oh, good, it's Rachel. "Hey, buttercup," I answered.

"Nick…" she moaned. I loved that moan. "Where are you? I need you."

"Not alone, sweetheart." I started to stand up, and AJ pulled me back into my chair.

Damnit.

"Who's that, Nicky?" he wondered, grabbing at the phone.

"Rachel," I told him. "She says hi. Let me go."

"Let me talk to her," he demanded, reaching for the phone again, and I ducked. The other fellas were looking at us now. Damnit!

"Don't you dare hand this phone to him, Nick!" Rachel threatened. "I need you and-"

I didn't hear the rest, AJ had the phone. He listened for a minute, his eyebrows shooting up as he smirked at me. "Dunno, baby, you sure about that? Nicky might get a little jealous, but since you're begging…"

The other guys burst into laughter, I could hear Rachel shriek, and I laid my head on the table, covering it with my arms. She was going to kill me.

"AJ, you bastard!" I screamed at him, sitting up on my bed. Where did Nick go?

"But I thought you wanted me, sweetheart! What was it you just said… is Nicky old enough for that sort of language?"

I couldn't help laughing. I loved AJ. Nick was worried, and so was I, that a few weeks in rehab was going to change him. Good to know we were worried for nothing. "Shut up. Like you've never had phone sex in your life, Alex? I bet you're good at it."

"Mmmm… I bet I could be. I'd rather do it than talk about it."

"Well, wouldn't we all? But one makes do." My stomach twisted slightly. Tomorrow the tour would start, and groupies would be throwing themselves at Nick again. Why would he want phone sex with an old lady when he could have some hot teenager who adored him?

"Does this happen often? Should I plant microphones in his hotel rooms?"

I could hear Nick's groan and giggled. "I think you're torturing him now, Aje."

"Well, it is so much fun. I've gotta take it where I can get it nowadays," he responded, a small trace of bitterness in his tone.

"Oh, those meanies. Four star hotels and adoring fans not enough for you, darling?" I teased, and was rewarded with a chuckle.

"When do you get here? We're all sitting around hating each other, we need some lovely females to distract us."

"I get there tomorrow afternoon, I've got a morning radio interview. Are you implying that there aren't a million fans outside? I'm sure they'd be more than willing to distract you."

"We want the lovely females that we already know and love."

I cooed at him. "Aw, baby, you love me?"

"Hey, don't you forget, you were my girlfriend first!"

I giggled. "That's right, let's believe everything we read on-line, OK?"

"No, let's not," Nick pouted into the phone, making me smile.

"Bunny! You're back!"

"I'm leaving now!" he yelled, and there was a chorus of good-byes and I distinctly heard AJ say 'yeah, give her what she was begging for, Nicky!'

I could feel myself blushing, especially when Nick asked "What did you say to him, Rache?" He got that horrified little squeak in his voice, I loved that.

"Oh, who knows? It was pretty filthy, I think. Suffice to say the mood is now gone."

"Dang it," he muttered, making me giggle.

"We'll get it back, hon. Where are you now?"

"On my way to my room. Frank says hi."

"Hi, Frank!" I said cheerily, and Nick repeated it. "You sound tired, sweetie," I told him.

"I am. I've been dancing for last 12 hours or something. Everything aches. Fatima sent us this horrible new choreographer, she was teaching us the dance for the new video, and it's hard."

"Is she gonna be there tomorrow? I'll beat her up for you."

"Yeah," he answered, pouty. "She's one of the new dancers. Somebody had to drop out, and Fatima likes this Jana girl, so she sent her over. She's good and all, but she told me I wasn't working hard enough!"

"I can't imagine," I giggled. Nick? Lazy? Totally not. Oh, wait, he could never be bothered to hang up his dirty clothes. Right.

"Hold on a sec, baby," he told me, and I could hear a muffled conversation between him and Frank, then a door shut and he was back. "Hi," he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice, that sweet, special smile that I knew was just for me.

Damn, I loved this guy.

"Hi yourself," I smiled. "Are you alone now?"

"Yeah." I considered the couch for a moment, then went back to the bedroom. If I sat on the couch, I knew I'd end up sleeping there, and I'd regret that later. "When will you be here?"

"Tomorrow afternoon. We're doing a drive time interview, that'll be over at ten, my flight's at 11. Frank's got all my info."

"I wish you were here now to rub my shoulders," I whined, falling onto the bed. I loved this bed. I loved any bed.

"You don't need me, don't you have a massage therapist on staff?"

"I get him at 11 tomorrow. He's not my personal massagist, I have to share him."

She giggled. "Massagist?"

"Shut up," I sighed. "Whatever. But you only rub my shoulders."

"I won't tell James that, okay?"

I scowled at the phone. James got to see her every day, and I didn't care that he was her gay best friend, I was jealous.

"Well, you've got the professional at 11 tomorrow, what do you need me for?" she teased.

"You can rub something other than my shoulders," I attempted to flirt, but the yawn just ruined it and she laughed.

"It's only 11, and you sound beat. You ganna make it through the show tomorrow?"

"That's only 90 minutes, Rache. I'll be fine. I've been practicing for two days straight now."

"You got it all down? Still remember everything after six weeks of hanging out with my totally unprofessional band?"

I ran my fingers through my hair, staring up at the ceiling. Six weeks with her had changed everything. I was quiet for so long that she called my name. "Still there, Nicky?"

"Why do you keep calling me Nicky tonight?"

What was bugging him? He sounded grumpy. Not mad at me, just at everything. Last night when we'd talked, he'd been fine, normal, silly Nick.

"Umm… maybe because you're being all pouty and cute?"

"Sorry," he mumbled.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"Nothing."

Yeah, I believed that. "Is it tough, having AJ back?" He sounded like normal AJ on the phone, but what did I know?

"It's fine. There's no alcohol at dinner anymore, but everything else is normal."

"Was rehearsal really bad today?" If this new choreographer was mean to my boy, I'd have to smack her around a little.

"Nah. Jana's cool. Brian said she reminded him of someone he went to high school with. It's good, the show's good. Hey, I got a CD of the new song for you."

I grinned at the phone. He'd sung it to me, bits of it. "Is it the one you thought it was?" He admitted a couple of weeks ago he wasn't sure which one it was. They had a lot of extra tracks lying around after the last album, this was a single to buy some time while they figured out what was happening with AJ.

"Yes," he pouted at me.

Oh. I only got that tone when he was pissed off about something. What did I do? We'd been playing phone tag all day, but that was as much his fault as mine, he wasn't mad about that, was he?

"Nick, what's wrong?"

"It just-" he stopped himself with a sigh.

"What, baby?"

"It seems so stupid! All these people, dancers, band, techs, just so that we can sing songs that we didn't even write," he spit out. "Not like you guys. You have one bus and one tour manager and a roadie, and you touch people's lives. Your fans come up and tell you how your songs changed their lives. My songs never changed anything."

Fans came up to her all the time, girls who said Rachel inspired them to pick up a guitar and start writing songs. No one had ever picked up a guitar because of my music. Our music was far removed from one person sitting in a room with a guitar and making something up.

"Bullshit!" she yelled. "You bring so much joy into your fans' lives. You do. Your songs make people happy."

"We didn't even write them!" I whined. I wanted to write my own songs now. I wanted to sing about my life, not some other guy's idea of what would make little girls buy CDs.

"So what? Who cares? The people who wrote your songs can't sing, and you can. Nick, your show is amazing. I cannot wait to see it again."

"Yeah?" I asked. She sounded pissed. How weird, that Rachel was defending my stupid ballads, when usually she teased me about them.

"Yeah," she answered softly. "It's fun, you can't help but get swept along by the energy of it all. Can you imagine what that scream is gonna be like when you guys finally appear onstage? It's gonna be awesome. I'm so proud of you, sweetie. My boyfriend did that!"

I wiped away tears, glad she wasn't there to see me. She was proud of me? Rachel was proud of me?

"I know how hard you've been working this week, you deserve to be adored by thousands of fans."

"I just want to be adored by you."

She laughed. "I'll be there by two, and I'll adore you senseless. Or should we wait, save your energy?"

"Don't even joke," I threatened. I missed her so bad right now I could barely breathe. "Now, what were you saying to AJ earlier?"

"I'm never gonna live it down, am I?"

"Probably not. The least you could do is share."

"Honestly, baby, I don't remember. Something about feeling your cock in my mouth, I think."

I whimpered. That would be nice right now, to lie here and feel her next to me… "Did he get the graphic description of what your hands were doing?"

I could feel her smile. "No. They weren't actually doing anything at that moment."

If we were going to do this right, I should light my candles. But they were so far away… fuck it. "Did he get to hear what you're wearing?"

"No. But I am wearing the terribly enticing ensemble of a gray tank and-"

I finished for her. "The Columbia boxer shorts." I loved those.

She giggled. "Had AJ asked, I would have made up something more interesting. He might still suffer under the delusion that I am indeed a wanton sex goddess."

"Are you implying that I don't?" I yawned again and flicked off the light. This was a very comfortable bed.

"You've seen me at my worst, Nick. You know that I sleep in old undies and not all of my bras are sexy."

I was cold. Getting under the covers meant moving. "Everything you do is sexy, Rache. Really, you should live inside my head for a little while."

She laughed, and the sound gave me just enough energy to roll off the bed and yank back the covers. "What are you wearing, dearest?" she cooed.

I stepped out of my shorts. "I was wearing shorts, but I'm taking those off."

"Hey! No clothes removed until I say!" she protested, but I pulled off my socks and slid under the covers. Was this the best hotel bed in the world? "I'm getting under the covers. It's dark, and all I need is your voice."

"Good save!" she giggled.

"I try." We needed to start this soon, or I was going to fall asleep. I heard her sigh, and my heart leapt.

Tomorrow she'd be here. It had only been three days since I saw her last, how could I miss her this much? I didn't even want her here for the sex, I just wanted to fall asleep as she stroked my hair. She started to say something, and I interrupted her. "I love you." Had I said that yet tonight?

"I love you, too," she said softly, and I rolled over, putting the phone between my ear and the pillow. No, that hurt.

He sighed with annoyance, and I could hear him moving around. "Whatcha doin', bunny?" I asked.

"Tomorrow I am buying one of those headphone thingies. I can't get comfortable with the phone."

He was entirely too pouty and adorable. "Lie back and relax, baby," I told him, and he stopped moving. "Better?"

"Yes. Still buying one of those things, though."

"Get me one while you're at it. I'd like two hands free."

He chuckled. "Imagining that might be too much for me, Rache."

"That's the idea, sweetie. What are you imagining now?"

"I wish you were here. Just stroking my hair. I love that." He sighed again.

"I know you love it. You have great hair. They didn't make you cut it again, did they?"

"No…" his voice drifted off. "I'll keep it long if you want me to."

"I wouldn't call it long right now, hon."

His breathing was heavy. Had he moved on to another subject without me?

"Nick?"

He snored.

The bastard fell asleep on me!

I burst into giggles, poor guy was exhausted. I called his name, but he must have dropped his phone, nothing happened.

Still giggling, I hung up, calling the hotel and getting his room phone. It took 8 rings, but he finally answered. "What?" he mumbled.

"Hang up your cell, baby, it's gonna cost you a fortune."

"Wha- shit, Rache, I'm sorry!"

He sounded so upset that I laughed more. "Honey, you're beat. Sleep. I'll be there tomorrow."

"I'm awake, it's good." He ruined it by yawning.

"You are not! Sleep. Dream about what I'm going to do to you tomorrow."

"I adore you, Rachel Connor."

"I know," I smirked. "I'm the best girlfriend ever."

"You are."

"And you are a fucking amazing boyfriend. Sleep now."

"Alright," he sighed. "Love you."

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