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!)

Wow, being on MTV meant the good hotel, even for Sudden Silence. Rachel had a suite, she never got those. Frank let me into her room, rolling his eyes. "I'm next door. I'll leave you alone. Buzz me if you need anything."

"I don't need anything." Except her. "Have a nice day. When do we leave tomorrow?"

"Noon. I'll give you a wake-up call at 11."

I shut the door in his face. There would be no sleeping. At 11 tomorrow morning, I fully intended to be making love to my girlfriend. Jesus, I was hard just thinking about it.

This was ridiculous. I'd never wanted anyone like this, Ever since we'd been apart, my senses had been on overload, and she was all I thought about. I'd thought that maybe it would get better after a few days, but it just got worse. I had to see her, I had to touch her. This was why the fellas had kicked me out of the studio and put me on a plane. Even Kevin told me to go.

How long until I see her? It was nearly three, the MTV thing was starting. I didn't know when they'd be on, so I flipped on the TV, dropping my bag on the floor. It would be over by five, maybe an hour for them to get out of the crowd and back to the hotel. Three hours.

It seemed like forever. It had been two weeks, what was three hours? Much too long when I was here in her room, looking at all of her stuff. Her scarves on the lamps, her candles in the room. The TV was showing commercials, so I went into the bedroom, smiling at the clothes strewn everywhere. Definite clothes fuck, as she would say. I wondered what she'd be wearing. My black T-shirt was on the floor, she'd told me she was wearing that last night before I made her take it off for phone sex. I could hear Carson's voice from the TV in the next room, and I grabbed the T-shirt before going back to watch the TV.

JC fucking Chasez.

Falling into the couch, I held the T-shirt to my body, breathing in her scent, watching JC talk to Carson.

Maybe she hadn't seen him. Surely not. Please, god, not. He looked hot, even I could admit that. She'd told me time and again how great his hair was, I knew exactly how it was that she liked him to look. And this was it, big hair and black clothes.

"I'm totally excited to see Sudden Silence, actually," JC said, as the crowd erupted in cheers. They were going to rock. This was going to change their lives, she was right. "I was talking to Rachel backstage, and…"

I didn't hear the rest of his sentence. He was not talking to Rachel backstage! Not fucking possible! Not my Rachel, talking to a fucking member of N fucking Sync. I should have been there, not him. I hated them all, but right now, I especially hated JC.

I started to throw the T-shirt at the screen, to stop looking at JC, but grabbed it back. This was fine. I was here in her hotel room, not him. She'd been wearing this shirt last night when we were on the phone for hours. She'd be back here soon, and I'd surprise her, and it would be fine.

Hell, she'd probably blown him off, right? He never said she was talking back to him. Yeah, she blew him off. She loved me.

"Hey, Rachel," JC called, walking over to us. "I just plugged you on national TV, can we date now?"

I giggled at him. "I might have to hold out for the opportunity to have a cat fight with Britney over Justin. Just think what a story that would be for the 'Behind the Music',"

"Entirely unfair, Justin gets all the best girls!" he whined at me, sitting next to James on the couch.

I smiled at JC. "I'm just working my way through the boy bands, and I only date the hot ones."

"Hey!" James and JC protested at once, and I giggled. I had to do something to get James to actually talk to JC. James was hopeless when he had a crush on a guy.

"If you're comparing Nick and Justin, I think you like the ones with egos," JC joked, and I scowled at him.

"Not my Nick." No, my Nick was not egotistical. He knew he was talented, but he wasn't cocky. Sometimes I needed to remind him how wonderful he was. Sometimes he needed to remind me… I'd freaked out completely on him last night, a complete nervous breakdown, and he'd told me we were going to be brilliant. I just needed to live up to his expectations, and this would change our lives.

I wanted to call him, but Lola had my cell phone under lock and key, forcing me to mingle instead of hiding in a corner having illicit phone sex with my boyfriend.

God, phone sex was not going to be enough tonight. I was always horny after a good show, and this was going to be great.

They were last to play, I suffered through tease after tease before she was on the screen. It was worth the wait; the band kicked in, and she screamed into her mic.

God, I loved her. That wanton sex goddess on the screen could not possibly love me. Her curls were everywhere, and she was wearing those jeans I loved, the ones that were cut low enough to see her tattoos. In a couple of hours, I could taste them again, run my tongue along the design and listen to her sigh above me…

Pay attention, Carter. She's going to want to know what you thought of the show, pay attention.

The crowd moved as one, dancing to the beat, singing along. This was '3 Small Words,' this was the freaking b-side, and the crowd knew all the words. Huge, they were going to be huge in about three days. The band was tight, and the camera cut away to show the sidelines, Carson and Dave Holmes bopping along, JC standing next to them.

JC standing next to them? That never happened. They always kept us in the green room. But there he was, staring at Rachel, singing along.

They cut back to the band, and I caught Rachel and James grinning at one another as the song ended. They went into 'Come On' quickly, making the crowd scream.

"You know I've got my pick of any toy, little boy,
Replaceable, disposable, fully action posable…"

She winked at someone, and the camera quickly cut to JC laughing, dancing to the song. Bastard. And fucking MTV, making it look like she was flirting with him…

That was just MTV, right? She wasn't actually flirting with him? Maybe she was, it didn't mean anything. She wasn't like Mandy. If JC had ever looked twice in Mandy's direction, she would have dropped me in a second, especially when N*Sync became bigger than we were. But Rachel wasn't like that.

In an hour, maybe less, she'd be back here, surprised and happy to see me, I knew it.

"Bunny!" I yelled, and I thought I heard him laugh on the other end of the phone. Crap connection and everyone around us was talking. I didn't have time to find a quiet corner. I held my hand up over my other ear, trying to hear him better.

"Buttercup!" he yelled back, and I knew it was my boyfriend somewhere through all that static. "You were amazing!"

"I know!" I giggled, taking James' hand as he approached me. "Baby, I can barely hear you. I'll call back in a second…"

James shook his head, pulling me towards JC and the door. "No, JC says we should go now, before the fans get a chance to get their cars." I laughed as motioned me to hurry. "Okay. Nicky, I'm going to dinner with JC, I'll call in a little bit…"

"You're doing what?"

Was he angry? That couldn't be angry, could it? Bad connection.

"Dinner." I yelled again, hoping he could at least hear me, "I'll call once we get there, maybe I'll get a better connection. Love you!"

James took the phone out of my hand and clicked it off before I could hear Nick's answer, and I pouted up at him. He just shook his head, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and leaning down to whisper to me. "You've had months with your boy, now give me two hours with my crush."

I grinned up at him, "Anything for you, darling."

Nick wasn't mad at me, was he? Hell, even he knew what my choices were. I could go back to my hotel room and have phone sex with Nick and just get more depressed afterwards, or I could distract myself with hanging out with a different boy band-er.

N*Sync it was. That probably made me a traitor to the cause or something, didn't it?

Fuck it, I could go out and make a new friend if I wanted to, even if he was my boyfriend's arch enemy.

She was doing what? Going out to dinner with JC fucking Chasez? What the fuck? I was here, waiting for her, and she was blowing me off to…

Okay, right. She didn't know I was waiting for her, did she?

Still! It didn't matter. She was supposed to come back to her room to unwind and talk to me on the phone, and I'd surprise her by being here, and we'd make love a million times, and I was all she needed.

I was pacing the room, but I stopped, falling back onto the couch. That sucked. She was great tonight, and coming back to her boring hotel room to have phone sex with me for the millionth time was no way to celebrate. Going out with the hot one from N*Sync was way more fun, even I knew that.

But did it have to be N*Sync? It couldn't be O-Town? Carson fucking Daly? There were going to be rumors everywhere now, and I'd look like an idiot.

Maybe the rest of her band was going. Maybe it wasn't just her and JC. She hadn't mentioned the others, but they did everything together. Alright, Jeremy hated being seen with me, I doubted he had any more respect for N*Sync. So not Jeremy. But Darien could make friends with anyone. Which meant he'd probably already picked up some chick.

James. James was surely with them, he loved JC.

Or maybe he was so freaked out that he couldn't be alone with him, and it was just JC and Rachel.

Fuck me, my girlfriend was on a date with the hot one from N*fuckingSync.

Maybe his cell phone was broken, I kept getting voicemail. I tried the hotel, but he wasn't in his room. Maybe he was with the others? I tried AJ first, he answered with a 'yo.'

"Aje!" I cried. "It's Rachel. Is Nick with you?"

He hesitated. "No… why?"

"I talked to him right after our show, but now I can't get him…" Could I sound more like a jealous whiney girlfriend? Jesus.

"You were great, Rachel, we all were watching, you were awesome. JC fucking Chasez really liked it," he teased, making me laugh.

"Always good to have a boy band in my corner. I'm at dinner with him right now, and…"

AJ interrupted me. "You're where?"

"At dinner with JC and James. Well, at the moment, I'm in the ladies room. Maybe that will actually make James speak to the boy."

AJ laughed, "Is it that bad?"

"James is hopeless with his crushes. JC is terribly nice, though."

"Funny, I always thought he was a bit of a flake."

"Is it against boy band laws for you guys to say nice things about each other?"

"What is that dildo saying about us?" he challenged, making me giggle.

"Nothing! Well, he keeps searching for embarrassing Nick stories…"

"He has to search?"

"Where is he, Alex?" I whined. "I think he's mad at me."

"Why would Nicky be mad at you, sweetheart?" he cooed, making me smile again.

"I told him I was going to dinner with JC, and he sounded sorta pissed off… we had a really bad connection, but now he's not answering his phone."

"If I see him, I'll get him to call you, okay?"

"Thanks, Aje."

My cell rang and I grabbed it. Blocked number. "Rache?"

"Dude, where are you?" AJ demanded, and I sighed.

"I'm in Key West, remember, you told me to come here?"

"Are you in her hotel? Because she just called me from dinner with JC fucking Chasez!"

My heart stopped. AJ knew now? Fucking great.

"She was looking for you, dawg."

"Why, so I could give her permission to move on that other boy band? Jesus!" I threw my shoes across the room, but they missed the wall by a mile. I needed Rachel to give me tantrum tips.

"Nicky, don't." Oh, god, he was going to give me advice. "Don't get all stupid and jealous on her. She couldn't find you, she says you're not answering your cell."

"I was pissed off," I admitted.

"Why, because she went to dinner with him?"

I look like an idiot.

"Big fucking deal. James is there, you know what they say about JC. I bet he's trying to pick up James and Rachel just got in the way. Besides, dawg, she called me looking for you. Call her, tell her where you are and get busy. Time is ticking, and we are all sick of whiny horny Nick. That is why we sent you away."

I had to laugh. "Fine, Aje. Thanks for the tip-off."

JC and James kept me so distracted that I didn't check my messages for another hour. Nick, again, finally. "Hey, buttercup, sorry, my cell phone's not working. AJ told me you're at dinner with some loser boyband guy, man, it's gonna be a while until you get to see your surprise back at the hotel… I promise you, it's better than JC fucking Chasez."

What could it be? Flowers? Not really better than hanging out with pop stars. I looked at caller ID to see what room he'd called from, since his cell phone wasn't working.

Mine.

Oh, my god, my surprise was him.

I stood up, and James and JC looked at me. "Where ya going?" James wondered.

"Back to the hotel. JC, sorry, my boyfriend is back at my hotel, and I've already lost about three hours of sex. I'm sure you understand?"

I took off, barely hearing them laugh behind me. There had to be a cab, right? I found one and promised the driver double if he'd get me to the hotel in under 15 minutes. Settled in the back, I called the hotel, asking for my room. Nick picked up, and I squealed at him. "Why are you answering my phone?"

"Because I killed my cell phone battery waiting for you to call me back!" he whined.

"Why didn't you tell me where you were?" I asked.

"I didn't get a chance, you were so busy talking about JC fucking Chasez…" he sounded petulant, and I sighed. I knew he was mad. I didn't exactly blame him, since I was at dinner with another man when I could have been with Nick. Hell, I was mad at me.

"He's not you," I whispered. "If I had known you were here, I never would have gone out with him. Which I only did for James, anyway."

"Where are you now?" he asked hopefully.

"In a cab."

I could hear the grin in his voice. "Yeah?"

"I figured out that you called me from the hotel and left without a look back. God, baby, we could be fucking right now, if I'd only known."

He moaned slightly. "I was trying to surprise you."

"Good plan. Very sweet. Next time call me and say 'I'm lying naked on your bed,' I'll be there instantaneously."

"I'll remember that."

I laughed, moving to the farthest corner of the seat, hoping the cab driver wasn't listening. "How long have you been here?"

"Since three."

"Oh my god…" Five hours ago. Five hours lost. "What have you been doing for all that time?"

"Waiting," he sighed.

"Taking matters into your own hands?" I teased.

"No. I was pissed off, mostly."

"Good. Because I am going to fuck you senseless."

He groaned. "Rache, aren't you in a cab?"

"Yes." I glanced over, just as the cabbie looked away. I'd gotten too used to being able to say what I wanted. "Really, were you fuming the whole time?"

"Um…" he hesitated.

"Tell me."

"You told me you slept in my black T-shirt last night."

"That's not the only thing I did in it."

"Were you lying on the bed when we were on the phone last night?"

"Yes," I breathed. Where were we? Why wasn't I with him, he was only a few miles away, not across the fucking country.

"That's where I am, I'm remembering all the things we said. Tonight we get to do them, Rache. I'm gonna fuck you so hard, and come inside you, and then you're going to be there next to me when I can breathe again. I hate that about phone sex, I hate that I'm alone when it's over."

"Me too, baby," I sighed. "Are you wearing the shirt?"

"Yes. It smells like you."

"Lose it. Are the candles lit?"

"No."

"Do it. I want everything ready when I walk in that door in about five minutes."

Taking a deep breath, I rolled off the bed. "Where are the matches?"

"Um… bedside table?" she guessed, and I found them.

"Excellent guess. Can I get all these clothes off the floor?"

"Kick 'em in the corner, I don't care. When do you have to leave?"

"Noon tomorrow." Too soon. I wanted to lock the door for the next week. I kicked her clothes into a pile, then started lighting the candles. "You have more candles than I do."

"I have more patience than you."

I laughed. She did. "I've been good today, trying to distract myself from jerking off."

She giggled. "Good boy. That's why I went to dinner with JC and James, I had to distract myself from missing you. I wish I'd known…"

She sounded so sad that I couldn't be annoyed with her for any longer. "You'll be here in like three minutes, right?"

"Um… yeah. Things are starting to look familiar."

"Good. Thor is growing impatient." I knew that would make her laugh, and it did. "Are you wet?"

"Oh, yes…" she sighed.

"Then don't be mad if I don't say hello, and just start fucking you instead."

"That's the best hello I can imagine. Thank god!" she exclaimed, and I realized the car had stopped.

"Are you here?" I pulled the curtain aside, but couldn't see anything, we were at the back of the building. After a moment, she answered me.

"Yes, I'm here. Put on the fucking condom… damn, I don't know where they are! I was not expecting this!"

"No problem. I planned ahead."

She laughed, and I could hear elevator doors shut. "I love you. God, Nick, I am so wet." She must be alone. "Put on that condom and lie down on the bed, I will be there in about one minute."

The phone went dead, and I obeyed her orders. One minute later, I heard the door open, and I moaned. I could probably come before she touched me. "Rache?"

She appeared in the doorway, unbuttoning her jeans, the rest of her clothes were already gone. God, she was beautiful.

He was lying there, naked on my bed, just like I told him to. He was so gorgeous, the candlelight playing on his skin, that I just looked at him for a second. Then I stepped out of my jeans and climbed on the bed. We didn't say a word as I straddled his hips, guiding him into me. We both cried out, and I took his hands, leaning over him and holding them above his head. "Hi," I whispered.

He grinned up at me, that goofy, besotted grin that I adored. "Hi, baby."

Leaning down, I kissed him, our tongues mimicking the motions of our hips, making us gasp against each other. I pulled away as his fingers tangled in my hair, holding me steady as his eyes devoured me. "Mine," he whispered, thrusting up against me, and I moaned deeply.

"God, yes," I sighed. "Yours."

His ran his hands down my body, holding my hips firmly as he arched up against me, his eyes still on mine. "You were so fucking amazing today, and now you're here with me."

I smiled, leaning back to feel him deeper within me. "Was I amazing today?"

"My god, Rachel, you are the hottest thing I've ever seen. I can barely believe you're here in my bed."

His thumb found my clit, and I groaned deeply as he touched it lightly, still moving his hips against me. "I'll be here forever if you keep doing that."

"You're close, aren't you, baby? I can tell, I know how you are after a show like that. Were you thinking about me? Did you wish I was there, to drag you into a dark corner and ravish you?"

"Nick, shut up and fuck me."

Laughing, he sat up, wrapping his arms around me, and the angle of his cock inside me made me whimper. "Too much phone sex, sorry," he apologized, kissing me before I dropped my head to his shoulder, trembling from the feel of him inside me. I liked it here, so close to him, but it was difficult to move, and after a moment, he had me wrap my legs around his waist so that we could lie down again. He thrust against me quickly, not even letting me catch my breath, and I shattered against him with a scream, hearing his answering cry before he fell next to me.

We just breathed for a moment, recovering, then turned to one another with matching grins. "You're here!" I said, giggling, and he stroked my face, leaning over to kiss me.

"The fellas kicked me out. Kevin and I got into a stupid fight, and then they all ganged up on me and told me I was useless, so I should come see you."

"Aw, they ganged up on you?" I cooed, watching as he rolled over to dispose of the condom before coming back to me.

"For once, I didn't care," he admitted. "If Kevin could be with his girlfriend, why couldn't I be with mine?"

"Is Kristen there?" I asked. She hadn't been with them much since the tour started. It was the cause of much speculation between Nick and I. He shook his head.

"Not Kristen. Jana."

"Jana?" I squeaked, sitting up. "It's real?" Nick had told me he thought something might be going on with Kevin and his old girlfriend who had suddenly joined the tour, but I didn't believe it.

Nodding, he sat up with me. "She lives on Long Island, and he wasn't at the hotel last night. No one ever tells me anything, but I accused him of sleeping with her when we were fighting, and he didn't deny it, so…"

He was such a gossip, my boyfriend. It was obvious he was just dying to tell someone. "Do the others know?"

"Brian might. He and Kevin keep whispering in corners. At least she's cool, ya know? I mean, he cheated on Kristin a lot, before they got married. But I think he actually likes Jana."

"Doesn't he like Kristen?"

Nick shrugged helplessly. "Nobody ever tells me anything, they think I'm too young. But she's not around much, that's weird, isn't it?"

"Totally," I agreed.

"I'm starving, can we order room service?" He got up, wandering into the other room to find the menu, and I followed him with a giggle. I knew this mood, when he got all rambly and distracted because he hadn't talked to anyone in a while. My boy was so bad at being left alone. I loved this mood.

"Of course we can. I already ate, but I left before dessert. Hey, you did not remark on the fact that I've got a fucking suite here!"

"You've got a fucking suite here!" he said, giggling. I loved that giggle. "But why did JC fucking Chasez invite you to dinner?" he asked, looking at me suspiciously. But he was only joking, and I grinned.

"Order dinner and I'll tell you all about JC fucking Chasez. Who is very nice," I teased, and he threw a pillow at me before dialing the phone. I ran back into the bedroom and found his boxers before slipping into a robe. He found me before I could get back into the living room, and he wrapped his arms around me with a grin.

"What's with the clothes, buttercup?"

"Room service is quick, and god only knows who is lurking out there hoping to get a naked shot of the wanton sex goddess herself."

"I keep meaning to ask you, remember those pictures we took the last time we were at the Point?"

He didn't need to finish, I started giggling, looking up at him. "Not developed. I have the film, but I never had the time, and it's not like I'm gonna give it to Lola to take care of…"

"Let's just burn the film, okay?"

"No!" I protested. "I want them, then I can have a picture of you when we have phone sex."

"Rachel, there are pictures of me everywhere. Just hit a website while we're on the phone."

"But those aren't naked pictures," I whined. "Unless there's something out there I don't know?"

"Oh, I fucking hope not!" he said with a laugh, and I just had to kiss that grin. He deepened the little kiss I meant to give him, tangling his hands in my hair and leaning me back against the wall.

"Oh, bunny," I sighed, when he finally let me breathe. "I am so glad you're here."

"I should have told you," he said softly.

"I wasn't really flirting with him," I told him. "I mean… a little. But it didn't mean anything, all I could think about was you, and how great you were last night when I had that meltdown."

"Do you know what they did?" he asked, and I blinked up at him.

"Who?" I wondered, leading him over to the couch. He stepped into his shorts and sat next to me.

"That line, 'pick of any toy, little boy'… MTV showed you grinning at JC, and I sorta freaked out…"

"I grinned at JC on that line?" I couldn't even remember. I might have, but… "Aw, Nicky, I didn't…"

"I know," he admitted. "But then you didn't come back here."

I took his hands in mine. "It was just dinner. I just went because I didn't want to come back here and be lonely and bored. And I had to do something to get James to talk to the boy. Christ, he's bad with crushes," I sighed, and Nick laughed.

"I need to see this. Was he all tongue tied?"

"He wasn't that bad," I defended. "I just know him, and he gets shy around cute boys. It might be the last time he ever meets him, they needed to at least have a conversation. JC was cute about the whole thing, he teased him about the doll in the video and everything."

"So you all went out to dinner with JC?"

"Just me and James. Jeremy and Darien wanted to go to some manly Hemingway thing, I dunno what."

"And you said you left before dessert?" Nick went on, and I had no idea what he was leading up to.

"Yeah…"

"So James and JC are alone together?"

"Yeah, what?"

Nick cracked up. "James is so getting lucky tonight."

"He is not!" I protested. "What do you know about JC? How could you not tell me?"

"I hear he likes boys," Nick told me. "Well, about half the time. And James is a good lookin' guy, I guess, and he's got this documented crush on JC…"

I whacked him. "How could you have never told me this? Besides, I don't believe you, you didn't even know that Frank was gay. Is Frank with you?"

"He's in the next room. And I never heard gossip about Frank, so there." He rolled his eyes at my look. "What, you think we don't talk about N*Sync? Of course we do. I hear all sorts of stuff."

"Like what?" I pressed. I loved good gossip. It probably wasn't true, but who cared?

"Um… I hear Lance is trying to talk to the Russians about going up on the space shuttle. Like that'll happen."

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