Oreos for Breakfast: Nick BSB Fiction

Oreos for Breakfast - Chapter 14
By The Paperbag Princess and The Pumpkin Coach

Corresponding KTBPA Message Board Posts (Fictional!)

I heard him yawn, and I glanced over at the clock, "How long until you get to Houston, baby?"

I could hear the shrug in his voice, "Dunno. Forever. Hours. I hate travel day. Never anything to do."

"Poor baby. You have that whole big bus to yourself with videos and Nintendo and lord knows what else." I pulled the phone away from my ear and looked at the display. We'd been talking for over two hours. "Maybe I should let you go and give Frank his phone back. We've been on the phone for hours, baby."

"No!" His voice was sharp, catching me off guard. "I mean… ummm… I guess you have better things to do than sit here on the phone with me."

His voice was low and hesitant; it broke my heart, "Nick… I wasn't saying that. You just sound tired. It's your bill, little man. Or Frank's," I teased.

"I don't care about the bill, Rache. I just… can we talk a little while longer? I feel so much better when I can imagine you're here with me."

I smiled and fell back on the bed, pulling a pillow up to my chest, wishing to god it was him. I'd always hated sleeping alone in hotel rooms, but now it was worse. We were quiet for a moment and I heard him moving on the other end.

"What are you doing?"

"Turning up the CD player. This is a cool song."

I listened closely to the music on his end, "Ani."

"What?"

"You're listening to the CD I made you. I didn't even know you got it." Hell, I didn't even know Lola sent it. I'd been bored between soundcheck and our show and ended up downloading all these random songs that made me think of Nick. I'd given Lola the CD and asked her to get it to him. Damn, she was good.

"This morning. Yeah. It's cool, Rache. I barely know any of the songs. This one's my favorite so far. Who'd you say it was?"

"Ani DiFranco. You remember her, I was playing one of her songs in Las Vegas when you got me that beautiful guitar." I looked over in the corner and the beautiful acoustic guitar was resting against the wall. I smiled into the phone, "I knew you'd like the drums on this one. She's not always folky."

"She reminds me of you. Well, if Jeremy and James didn't play electric behind you," he stammered.

I had to laugh. Ani was my idol. "I wish I was as cool as her. No. Not in the same league. She releases all her own stuff. She's got more integrity in her little pinky than I'll have in a lifetime."

"I think you have integrity!"

"I'm whoring myself to TRL if Amber has her way and dating a Backstreet Boy for publicity, apparently. No, Jeremy assures me we have no integrity left."

"Jeremy," I could hear the resentment in his voice and wished I hadn't even brought up his name. He was so weird about Jeremy. "I heard you yelling at him, Rache."

"Yesterday?" He heard that? Shit. "Well…" I didn't even know what to say. "I'm sorry…"

"What do you have to apologize for? You told Jeremy to fuck off! I could have kissed you! You are so right, you are going to be huge and he's going to benefit from that."

"You aren't mad?"

"Rache, I'd do anything for your band, and you know that."

I nodded even though he couldn't see me. He would. If I asked him right now to kick off their opening act and put us on, he'd find a way to do it. His support was the one thing I was confident in. We were quiet for a moment, and I heard the next song kick in on the CD. He started to sing along softly, and I felt myself blush.

"Stop teasing me, you don't even know who this is, Nick." He couldn't, could he? No. Everything he knew about Duran he learned from me, and I know I'd never talked to him about this one.

"You're calling me a tease? You're the one who put this song on here. My god, Rache, I have to turn it down so Frank and Geoff can't hear. Damnit. Where'd this come from?"

"It's an obscure track. John Taylor from Duran Duran. Way before your time. You were probably… Jesus! You were 5 years old when this came out." I cringed at the thought. Granted, I was only ten when it was originally released, but James and I had discovered it later. When I could understand it.

Do you look the way you wanted to look?
Do you feel the way you wanted to feel?
Are you happy now that we fantasize?

His voice was low as he sang along with the track, purposely putting that sexy whine in his voice. I bit my lower lip so I wouldn't scream.

"Stop it," I whispered.

"Stop what?" I could hear the smile in his voice. He was going to play this for all it was worth.

"Do I touch the way you want to be touched?
Have you heard the words you wanted to hear?
Is my body heat the right intensity?"

He whined the last line, making me whimper.

"You put this on here because it makes you horny, Rache."

Duh. I was getting wet just listening to him. "Do you like it, too?" I whispered, closing my eyes and imagining him lying on the couch in his bus, cradling the phone in one hand and rubbing himself with the other. "How hard are you?"

I heard him turn up the CD player before answering, "I'm not alone, Rache. And I'm on Frank's phone."

"You started it," I teased. "All you have to do is listen, baby."

I could hear Frank and Geoff laughing at the front of the bus. I think Frank was watching a movie. That would keep him occupied. He hadn't even come back to try and get his phone back, he knew something was wrong with me and Rachel.

"I wish I could do more than listen, Rache. God, I miss you." I felt my erection growing as the next song started.

"I know, Nick. I'm lying on my bed and it's so empty," she whined into the phone.

"Can you hear the music, Rache?"

"Uh-huh… I love this song."

I knew this one. It was from one of her favorite CDs, that chick that Eminem had sampled. We'd made love to this song more than once. I smiled at the memory, "Remember when we made love to this song? So slow… I want to run my tongue along your stomach, tracing your tattoo with just the tip. Lightly at first because that drives you crazy. Then you'll wrap your legs around my chest, trying to pull me against you."

"I hate it when you tease me, Nick."

"You love it. You love it when I kiss your stomach and suck on the inside of your thighs. It makes you wet."

"I'm so wet, Nick. I can feel my underwear starting to soak through."

I moaned into the phone as I heard her moving on the bed, "Rache, what are you wearing?"

"Jeans and dad's sweater."

She only wore that sweater when she was feeling insecure or upset. I'd made her feel that way. I was such a shit. Her voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Nick, I need to lose these clothes, okay?"

I nodded, holding back tears, "I'm sorry, Rache. I'm such a lousy boyfriend."

"Shhhh… you're wonderful. Don't ruin this, though, or I'll agree. I'll be right back."

I heard her put down the phone and shuffle around the room. It was a long time before she was back on the phone.

"Better." She was slightly out of breath, and I heard her leaning back on her bed.

"What were you doing, buttercup?"

"Mood lighting. You can't burn your candles on the bus, can you?"

"Shouldn't, no. But I can turn off the lights and turn up the music."

"Good. Start the CD again. I wanna hear what you're hearing."

"You just want to hear his voice," I teased and she sighed into my ear.

"Your voice is sexier, Carter. Are you finished with the lights yet?"

I hit the switch and turned up the CD player before lying back on the bed. I glanced over at the door that separated the back room from the rest of the bus. Frank never came back here without announcing himself, right?

"Nick," Rachel moaned in my ear. Fuck it. I didn't care if he walked in and saw. She wanted me. God, I'd almost blown it yesterday, but now here she was, her voice in my ear. I closed my eyes and could almost see her lying naked on her bed, her hands on her breasts as she moaned my name.

"I'm here, baby. All yours." I sighed, adjusting myself in my jeans.

"I like that. I want you so bad. I need to feel you touching me. Your cock sliding inside of me, filling me…"

I moaned, imagining her surrounding me, "I wanna be inside you, Rache. I'd go in slowly. So slow you'd beg for me to fuck you."

"Harder. You never do it hard enough. During this song you tease me."

"You like to be teased, Rache." I heard her moan softly, and I smiled. "Are you touching yourself, baby?"

"Oh, god, Nick. Yes."

"Put another finger inside your cunt for me, baby."

"I can't…" she groaned.

"Yes, you can. Just slip it in, then move them together, but don't touch your clit. You're not allowed to come yet."

"Uh-huh," she responded, her breathing heavy, and I could tell she was doing what I told her. "Not as good… as you…"

That made me smile. "Are you naked, baby?"

Silence on the other end, "Rache, this is phone sex. I can't hear you nodding."

She took a deep breath, "Yes. I'm… naked. Just a sheet covering me."

"Lose the sheet."

I heard her kicking the sheet off of her body and slowly unzipped my jeans, "I'm unzipping my jeans, baby. God, I'm so hard it hurts."

"I make you hard, don't I?" Her voice was low and sexy in my ear, "You get hard just thinking about me. I'm lying naked underneath you on the bed, moaning your name and running my fingers through your hair. I love tangling my fingers in your hair as you fuck me, Nick, and then feeling your hot wet tongue sliding into my mouth as your cock pounds into me."

"I'm sucking on your tongue and making you moan, baby. You need me to stop, because you know what's next, don't you?" She groaned loudly on the other end and I chuckled softly, "Finally, I let go of your tongue, and quickly take one of your nipples in my mouth, pulling hard on it, making you wince at the pain. Touch your breasts for me, baby."

"Oh, god, Nick… I'm gonna come."

"Stop!" I commanded her. "Rachel, STOP!" I hissed, forgetting for a moment that Frank and Geoff were just 15 feet away.

"I can't… Oh, god, Nick. Are you with me? Please…" she begged, and I could tell that she was close. I quickly kicked off my jeans, taking my dick in my hands and rubbing up and down as fast as I could.

In seconds I was nearing the edge. Closing my eyes tightly, I could almost feel her in my arms as she moaned in my ear. The music swelled around me, "he's got his hands in my hair and his lips everywhere, it feels good, it's all right, even if it's just the night in my veins."

"Shhhh… baby. Talk to me. Tell me what you want me to do."

"Run your hands down to your balls and rub them lightly. Imagine they're my hands. I love playing with you while my mouth is on your cock. I run my tongue down the shaft slowly, getting you nice and wet so you slide into my hot mouth."

"Jesus… Rache… I love your mouth. Your tongue feels so good on me, baby." My breath caught in my throat as I did what she told me. My legs fell open, giving me better access, and I moaned as my dick grew harder, imagining her mouth around the head.

"Are you close, baby? Because if I get any wetter I'm not going to be able to keep anything inside. Shit."

I licked my lips, "I wish I was there, Rache. I'd suck on your clit and then fuck you with my tongue, loving the taste of you as you started to come. Then when you were right on the edge, I'd ram my cock into you so hard you'd scream."

Her breathing was ragged on the other end. I closed my eyes tightly, jerking frantically on my dick as I listened to her loud moans. "Can you feel it, Rache? My cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy. God, you're so tight, so hot. I come unglued just thinking about coming inside you. Hearing you cry out for me…"

"Nick…" she cried.

"It's okay, baby, shove your fingers inside. Do it hard for me, baby. Rub your clit just like I do… That's it. Harder. Harder."

I knew the phone had fallen away from her ear, but I didn't care. I could hear her moaning my name and it was enough to send me over the edge. Thank god the music was up loud. But I held my breath anyway, stifling a scream as she came on the other end and I followed, my heartbeat pounding in my chest.

After a moment she stopped moaning, and I caught my breath, looking around for something to clean up with. When she came back on the phone, her voice was low. I could hear the longing in her voice. My chest ached with wanting to feel her in my arms, "I want you here," she whispered.

"I know, baby. Me too. I love you."

His voice was low, and I rolled over, cradling the phone in my ear and pulling a pillow up against my body. It didn't smell like him, and it was such a poor substitute for the hot man I'd had moaning my name on the other end of the phone a minute ago.

"I love you, Nick. I'm sorry I was a jealous freak earlier."

"Stop it, buttercup. I don't even want to think of another woman. I just want you. Even phone sex with you a million miles away is better than any other woman in person."

"Flatterer," I smiled. But I wanted to believe that. I needed to believe that this was enough. "I should have come to see you," I admitted. "I don't care that we would have been on the bus all day."

That was why I ended up not joining him on our day off. I didn't want to spend all day on the bus.

"I should have stayed in Kansas City, or flown out to … wherever the hell you are."

"Albany," I giggled.

"Albany? Where are you staying?" he asked, obviously sidetracked from whatever point he was planning to make.

"The same place you did when you were here. I think there's something about this hotel and us being on the phone for hours."

We weren't even together then, hell, I barely knew him. But we'd been on the phone for hours, because the place was crawling with Backstreet groupies and he hadn't wanted to deal with them.

He chuckled, remembering the same things I was. "Then it's a good hotel. But I should have flown out there and spent the day with you, I could have flown into Houston tomorrow."

"Or I could have flown to Kansas City."

We were quiet for a minute, both of us a little sad. I wanted him with me so badly my heart was breaking. Just to lie here next to him and listen to him breathe, feel the way his arms wrapped around me like he never wanted to let me go.

"Next time," I promised. "Next time we both have a day off, we will be together, no matter what."

"Promise," he said sincerely. "Just a couple of days, right?"

"Yes," I breathed. I couldn't wait.

"And I'll call you every night before I go to bed."

"You don't have to do that, bunny. I was just being a jealous freak, I-"

He interrupted me. "I want to, Rache. I couldn't sleep last night with her voice echoing in my ears."

I wasn't the only one? Thank god. "Was it weird, talking to her?"

"Yeah," he sighed. "But… never mind."

"No, what?"

"Nothing," he said, sounding guilty.

"Bunny, you can tell me. I'm done being mad, I promise." If he were here, I could stroke his hair and relax him into telling me all about her, reassure him that I wasn't upset.

He was quiet for a moment, then decided to trust me. "It was… easy. We used to talk forever, so it was like that, almost."

"You can talk to anyone, Nicky," I teased. I hoped it sounded teasing and not jealous. Because I wanted to think that he talked easiest to me.

"Well, true…" he admitted. "But she knows me, she asked all the right questions. A lot about you."

"About me?" I sat up, surprised.

"I didn't tell her anything," he told me quickly. "Well… not much. I think I talk about you a lot, the fellas are always telling me that." I smiled at the phone, reassured. Darien had threatened to charge me a buck every time I said Nick's name. "But I didn't want her to know how crazy I am about you."

"Why?" I joked. I shivered as the air conditioning clicked on and looked around the floor for something to pull on. I settled for the bedspread I'd kicked to the bottom of the bed. I pulled it up around my shoulders. Good enough. I didn't want to stop him from talking. "Afraid she'd use it against you?"

"Yes," he said so seriously that I stopped smiling. "She'd just laugh at me. She doesn't like mushy stuff."

"But… Nicky, she was your girlfriend for three years. And she doesn't like mushy stuff?" Nick was a total marshmallow, it was one of the many reasons I loved him so much. He told me all the time how much he loved me, and how pretty I was, all sorts of sweet, wonderful things.

"She really doesn't, Rache. I wasn't like this with her."

"Dude… her fucking loss," I said, making him laugh. "I guess you never called her 'buttercup'?"

"She definitely never called me 'bunny'. None of those pet names for her. She just thought I was silly."

"I think you're wonderful, bunny."

God, I wanted her here. I wanted to kiss her and feel her against my body and show her how much I loved her. Mandy teased me about being a sap, but Rachel loved that about me. Probably because she was one herself, whereas Mandy was just cynical about everything.

"I love you, Rachel," I whispered, and I could just see the smile on her face as she looked at me.

"I know. Tell me more about this conversation with Willa."

I groaned, rolling over to stare at the ceiling. "Do I have to?"

"Yes. And you should definitely compare her to me and tell me I'm better."

She cracked me up, my girlfriend. "So not a contest, baby."

"Good," she said smugly. "Then what did you talk about for two hours or whatever it was?"

"About that long," I admitted, feeling guilty. "Stuff. She can talk, Rache. All about how great her album is doing."

"It is not!" Rachel yelled. "She's barely in the top forty!"

"And where are you?" I prompted.

"Twentyfuckingsix!" she yelled. "That's lucky, right? That's how old James and I are."

"I guess this is a situation where it's better to be younger," I joked, making her giggle.

"There are plenty of reasons it's cool that you're younger, Mr. I-can-keep-it-up-all-night."

"Well, maybe not all night," I mused, suddenly remembering that I was only half dressed.

"Pretty fucking close, darling. But tell me more about Willa. Were you just as insatiable with her?"

I pulled on my boxers and laid back down on the bed. "I was 18, Rache."

She laughed. "Okay, stupid question."

"But it wasn't as good," I said before she could ask. "Not just because we were young and didn't know what we were doing, but… it's just better with you."

"I know," she breathed. "But we must stop talking about sex or I'll get maudlin again. Tell me about talking to Willa. Did you feel guilty? Not that you should have," she said quickly. "But I sometimes feel a little guilty when I'm having fun with Jeremy."

"Which is rare," I had to say.

"He's getting better. I have more fun with him than I did for a long time. It's not even being with you, it was just anytime after we broke up, I felt guilty or weird whenever we'd laugh together."

"Well, it's different for you, you see him every day."

"So does that mean you did or didn't feel guilty talking to Willa?"

"Oh, totally guilty," I admitted. "Then she'd make me laugh, and I'd forget it for a little while… but I kept wondering if you were trying to call."

"I was," she said softly.

"I'm sorry, Rache," I told her. Maybe this time she'd believe me. "I really didn't do it to piss you off, I just sorta lost track of time."

"I know, bunny. But could you try to not do it again?"

"I wonder how pissed off she'll be that I changed my number?"

Rachel laughed. "Probably very. What made you do that, anyway? Did she call again?"

"Yeah, she left a message this afternoon, and…"

He hesitated for a second, but went on. "I didn't want to be a doormat anymore. She left this sweet little message, and I suddenly realized she was just playing me again, like every other time I ever got back together with her, and I just didn't want to speak to her ever again."

"Ever?" I questioned, surprised by the anger in his voice.

"Ever," he replied emphatically. "It's done, it is finally over. The fellas always said she was using me, and I never believed them until yesterday. But she just wants me back because she's jealous that you're getting the publicity of being my girlfriend and she's not."

"I'm sorry, bunny," I told him. He sounded so angry and hurt, and I so wished I was there with him, for the millionth time in two hours.

"I just…" His voice cracked, and my heart broke. Silence for a minute while he got himself under control, then he went on. "I just wanted it to be real. I thought she loved me. No matter what she did, I wanted to believe that so bad."

"Oh, Nicky…" I breathed, not sure what else to say. I couldn't even imagine having to worry about things like that. Maybe I would, soon. But I was pretty sure of the friends I had.

"That's what's different about you, Rache," he went on slowly, like he was realizing something for the first time. "You're real. I never knew what to call it before, but now I do. Mandy didn't love me -- just stupid me, but you do."

I brushed tears away, hugging my knees to my chest. "I get scared sometimes that you don't know that."

"No," he said quickly. "I've never worried about that. I think maybe my mom does, and I know Kevin does, because he's such a fucking dad, but I know you love me. You hate that I'm a Backstreet Boy, and you're with me anyway."

"I don't hate that you're a Backstreet Boy!" I protested so shrilly that he laughed, making me relax.

"I think that you like Backstreet because of me, not the other way around," he teased, and I had to laugh. He knew me too well.

"Jeremy will tell you that I always liked your singles."

"You couldn't tell us apart from N*Sync, Darien told me that!" he countered.

"That bastard!" I yelled. "He blew my cover."

Nick cracked up on the other end of the phone. "Rache, I never for a second thought that you were a closet boy band fan. No, I was scared to death that you were going to lose all respect for me after seeing our show."

"Never, bunny. I might lose respect for you if I thought you were just doing it for the money, but I know you love it. But, hell, I'd lose respect for Jeremy or James or Darien if I thought they were just in it for the money."

"I love you, buttercup," he said, surprising me.

"I love you back, bunny. I love our stupid nicknames for each other, too. You didn't have one for Willa?"

He laughed, "Psycho-whore?"

"No, that's what I call her."

"Right," he agreed. "Then no, I didn't have a dorky nickname for her. And I would like to note that you started the dorky nickname thing."

"Baby, you've met my mother, right? She is the queen of dorky nicknames. You should have seen me as a child, conferring with her over what to name my stuffed animals. You're lucky you're just 'bunny' and not 'Baron von Bunhusien' or something."

I loved his little giggle. "What about Bates?"

"He's a Count," I admitted. "Count Taylor leBon Bates the third. Because of there being three Taylors in Duran, that's why he's the third."

"There are three Taylors in Duran Duran?" He managed to squeak, and I had to move the phone away from my ear, he was laughing so loudly.

"Do you never listen to me and James? Yes, there's the hot one, the quiet one and the bug. I fuckin' hate Andy. And before you ask, none of the Taylors are related."

"I am so telling that to the next interviewer that asks about you. I will so destroy your indie cred," he giggled.

"Baby, I don't have any indie cred. Want to know a little known Sudden Silence fact? James and I almost called ourselves NTR for 'none of the Taylors are related,' but discarded it as too much of an in-joke."

"Good move, baby. That's a little weird," he agreed.

"Wait! Interviewers are asking you about me?"

"Umm…" he stopped giggling. "Yeah. I just say 'no comment'. That's right, isn't it?"

I shrugged, lying back on the bed with a yawn. "I guess. I think we have enough problems without getting misquoted." We were both quiet for a moment. I didn't want to think about the press and all that stuff. I yawned, making him giggle. "Bunny, as much as I am enjoying having you laugh at my childhood, I think I need to sleep."

"Uh, Rache? It's like six in the afternoon, isn't it?"

"Seven here!" I answered defensively. "But someone had me so aggravated last night I didn't get much sleep."

"Sorry," he whispered, and I smiled at my phone.

"I was just teasing. I'm suddenly really tired, though, I think I need a nap. Call me when you get to Houston?"

"Promise. I love you."

"Love you, too. Talk to you soon." I clicked off my phone and the light and fell asleep within seconds.

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