Oreos for Breakfast: Nick BSB Fiction

Oreos for Breakfast - Chapter 15
By The Paperbag Princess and The Pumpkin Coach

Flashbulbs popped around me as I stopped in the doorway, scanning the room. She told Frank she'd be at the EMI party until we got there. She promised. I looked around, but didn't see her or any of the guys. Damn. I couldn't have missed her. I barely showered after the show. I shouldn't have let AJ talk me into stopping by the hotel to change.

Something purple caught my eye by the bar. Was that her? I could barely make her out; she was so short, even in those killer heels. No matter how much it cost, I was buying that outfit for her. Jesus, she was hot tonight. I mean, she was normally the most beautiful girl in the room, but tonight… she was fuckin' radiant. Maybe we didn't have to stay too late, I just wanted to get her back to our hotel room and run my fingers through her now-straight hair. I took a deep breath as I imagined the feel of her hair against my chest as she kissed her way down my stomach. Damn, the clock was ticking. She had to be on a plane for LA at 9 am, barely 7 hours until she had to leave me again. I fuckin' hated that, letting her go.

I glanced back at Frank, and he nodded. He'd spotted her before I did, I bet. We walked across the floor to join her, and I noticed she was talking to someone I didn't recognize. I sized him up quickly. He was dressed in faded jeans and a T-shirt, nothing special. He said something and she laughed, smiling uncomfortably at him. She was clutching her drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She must be nervous… or drunk already. She liked to smoke when she was drinking.

Her eyes darted around the room like she was looking for someone to save her. I'd save her. That was my cue!

"Hey, baby!" I smiled down at her as I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her into my body slightly. This was okay, right? It was an industry party, there wouldn't be too many photographers. I could touch her here. All day I'd felt like everything was spinning out of control. She'd been so close, but I couldn't see her. And then backstage, we'd had all of 10 seconds before Frank had whisked me away. Then the show and losing the fucking Viewer's Choice award. I was way too upset about that. Just touching her now made me feel better, grounded.

She looked up, startled, and then she immediately relaxed against me. She smiled, taking a sip of her drink and pointing her cigarette at the man she was talking to. This was okay. I relaxed a bit, letting my eyes devour her as she talked.

"Nick! This is Damon," she said quickly. I nodded at him absentmindedly, and he glared at me through glazed eyes. Man, he was toasted. No wonder she was being so cool to him. Rachel hated being around stoners. I took a second look at him. He looked kinda familiar. Was he a director we'd almost worked with?

"Good to meet you, mate," he slurred, offering me his hand lazily.

It took a minute before his English accent registered. This was Damon? The Damon? The prick that hurt my Rachel?

I set my jaw and looked down at her, asking her silently if she was okay when her eyes met mine. No, she wasn't. What the hell was he doing here? I swear to God, if he said anything to upset her, I'd hit him. I didn't care how many photographers were standing outside.

I saw the light bulb go off inside his head as he realized this was my Damon, and I held my breath. My eyes met his, and I could tell he was about to say or do something stupid. No, baby, just play along, please. I finished my drink in one gulp and looked up at Damon again. Shit, I knew that cocky look, he was drunk and stoned enough to be ready for a fight.

Not here. Not here. Not here. There were way too many people and photographers around. Granted, almost no one knew the "great" Damon Albarn on sight in America. Especially not this shabbily dressed and completely stoned version that was standing in front of me.

"Damon, this is Nick." Two beats too late, but I finished the introduction. Damon rolled his eyes at me lazily.

"So I gathered. Isn't it past his bedtime, Rache? Won't his parents be worried?" he teased, and I felt Nick's hand leave my shoulder. Quickly I put my hand around his waist and held onto him tightly. He looked down at me and I raised an eyebrow at him. Stop it, Nick. Please.

"Funny, Damon. So Alex told you I was seeing someone?" I batted my eyelashes, fighting the urge to slap him or run away.

Damon just nodded and took another swig of his beer, "Didn't think it'd last, though. Well, time will tell. I think I see Jamie over there. He'll want to say hello, I'm sure. He always liked you, Rachel."

He looked over my shoulder, his tone implying that he could care less that I was standing in front of him. Fine. I didn't care either. At least I'd seen him. I could go to London in a couple of weeks and not worry about whether he'd care that I was there. Of course he didn't care. I was rebound girl. I'd never mattered to him.

For the millionth time tonight I felt like I could barely breathe. Someone came up behind me and grabbed hold of my hips, making me sway to the music. I smiled and turned around, "AJ!"

AJ smiled at me, "You're my height in those heels, girl!" He stepped back and gave me a once over, "Day-um! Did Nicky tell you we didn't even recognize you? Man, that outfit is smokin'!"

Without missing a beat, Nick took the drink out of my hand and put it on the bar behind us. Smooth, Nick. Did he really think that AJ didn't notice that? AJ raised an eyebrow at me and I just smiled.

Damnit if AJ couldn't always make me smile.

I could feel Damon's eyes on me as AJ gushed about how great I looked and felt my cheeks flush. See, someone thinks I'm pretty tonight.

Damon hadn't said a word about how I looked, just started in on how proud we must be to have our single doing so well on pop radio. Then again, he'd gone on, as if I wasn't even standing in front of him, pop music in the States was really rather boring. That was my Damon. I got the sell out lecture and guilt trip for cashing in on my relationship with Em just to get our video airplay.

And what had I said?

Nothing.

Fucking nothing. I'd stood there and finished my drink and let him continue to light my cigarettes. What kind of fool was I? Why did I let him take away every shred of confidence I possessed? After this amazing night, when every famous face I saw was stopping to tell me how great our album was, or that our video was perfect, it only took five minutes of Damon fucking Albarn to make me feel ugly and boring and stupid.

I shook my head at AJ, trying to stop my ridiculous thoughts. "You are such a flatterer! Dance with me? Or will your real girlfriend get jealous?"

He cocked his head to one side and looked over at Nick, then at Damon. I ignored his look and just smiled at him, "Nah, she knows you're my fantasy girl, babe! Besides, she's cornered someone or other over there." He motioned across the bar and I saw Sarah laughing with someone. She caught my eye and waved.

I smiled, then turned back to AJ, "I saved a dance for you, Aje. They're playing our song!" He laughed as Missy Elliott's 'One Minute Man' blared through the club, and I shot Damon a quick look, feeling some of my confidence come back. Both AJ and Nick were smiling at me, making me feel like the most gorgeous woman in the room.

Before I could think twice about leaving Nick alone with Damon, I let AJ lead me toward the dance floor. As soon we were out of earshot, he pulled me close to him and shouted in my ear, "Was that the ex?"

He remembered Damon? I looked at him, shocked. We'd talked about Damon in that club in Boston. How did he remember anything from that weekend? God, it seemed so long ago now. I took a deep breath and dropped my cigarette on the dance floor, stubbing it out with my shoe quickly before letting him pull me into his arms. "Yes. That's the prick. Think Nick's gonna deck him? Should I have stayed to chaperone?"

As if on cue, we both turned to look back at them. Jamie had joined them, and Nick was talking to him. Probably about the comic books, or the video. But he and Damon were sizing each other up, I could tell. I caught Frank's eye and waved at him. He smiled back. Frank knew who Damon was, Nick was fine. Right?

"You want him to?" AJ pulled me back to him, grinding his hips against me while shooting me a flirtatious look.

A small part of me wanted Nick to defend my honor and at least yell at him. But that would be bad. It would mean pictures and snippets in tomorrow's paper about how Nick picked a fight with my ex. Then The Sun would find it and when we were in London later this month, it'd be all about Damon. I stifled a groan and shook my head. The next song came on, and Sarah joined us, taking AJ from me. Great.

I counted to 10 for the hundreth time. I would not hit him. That would just piss Rachel off and give him even more reason to be an asshole. God, what had she seen in this jerk? He was stoned and sloshed. He and his friend were tearing into everyone around them. Was he like this when Rachel was with him?

I looked up, and she was smiling again. At least AJ could make her smile. I sighed and grabbed another beer off the tray of a passing waitress, shooting her a flirty smile in return. I had to stop drinking soon, or I'd just want to sleep when we got back to the room. And there was going to be no sleeping tonight, not with the Wanton Sex Goddess lying next to me.

Rachel danced over to me, a sly smile on her face as their single started to play. I don't think she even recognized it at first. But her voice boomed over the crowd, and she blushed about 12 shades of red, covering her face.

I met her halfway, pulling her hands away from her face and interlacing my fingers with hers. I pulled her into me, screaming her lyrics at the top of my lungs, making her throw her head back and laugh. Oh, this was better. I'd make her forget all about him. In another few minutes, he'd be a distant memory again, just where he belonged. Without thinking, I ran my tongue down her neck, tasting the sweat that had collected at the base of her throat while she was dancing with AJ.

I felt her shiver against me, and she pushed me back roughly, singing over to me, "You know I've got my pick of any toy little boy, replaceable, disposable, fully action posable, don't just stand there looking dumb, baby you're the lucky one." She threw her hands up over her head and moved her hips slowly, eliciting an audible groan from me, if not half the men watching her.

I had to make love to her soon, or I was going to embarrass myself in front of all these people. I pulled her back over to me, inching my leg between hers as she moved her hips closer to mine. Her hands ran down my back to my hips, steadying me against her as she moved in time with me. I could see her nipples hardening through the silky fabric of her top. I wanted so badly to run my tongue over the fabric and make her shudder against me. Instead, I covered her mouth with mine and she seemed to melt into me as our tongues met. Again, her hips crashed against mine and she deepened our kiss, sucking on my tongue as my hands fondled her ass.

The rest of the room seemed to fall away until the song ended and she grinned up at me, "I love you, Nick."

"I have to have you, Rache." I breathed into her ear and she sighed, catching my hand in hers. We were already in the back of the club, and she pulled me down a dark hallway towards the bathrooms. I glanced back and saw Frank moving to follow us. I shot him a stern look, but he didn't stop walking. No, Frank, you aren't invited. Go watch AJ and make sure he's safe. I'm fine with the Wanton Sex Goddess! She'll protect me from crazy fans, I know she will. She's SuperRache, Guitar Girl, she can do anything. Even in three inch heels.

She tried four doors until she found one that would open. She pulled me inside, slamming me against the wall and covering my body with hers. I grabbed her ass, pulling her up into my arms and settling her against my hips. She licked her lips slowly before tracing my ear with her tongue, "You're so hard, baby doll," she breathed, moving her hips against my erection, "Did I do that to you?"

My head was spinning as she cooed in my ear. I loved her voice. I loved her body. I loved everything about this woman. But god, I loved how much she made me want her. Everything else fell away when she was in my arms.

I slipped my fingers inside the waistband of her pants, smiling when I realized she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Thank god I didn't know that earlier, or there was no way Frank would have gotten me to our show.

She moaned into my neck and slid down my body, her feet finding the floor again. Quickly, she reached to unbutton my jeans, taking my dick in her hands and stroking me roughly. I moaned loudly as she pushed me down into a chair by the door and straddled my legs. I didn't know or even care where we were. I just wanted to get her out of these pants. I started to pull them down, but she stopped me.

"No," she breathed against my ear, "They'll take some doing, they practically had to sew them on me."

I groaned again, and I could feel her smiling as she taunted me and stopped moving her hand. I grabbed her wrist, and she laughed. That low and sexy laugh that I knew so well.

"God, Rache," was all I could say as she squeezed my cock and rubbed herself against my leg impatiently.

"I wanna feel you come in my hand, baby," she whispered as she bit playfully on my earlobe. "You wanna do that?"

I nodded, not able to respond as she moved her hand faster. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge. I hoped to God Frank was watching the door because there was no way I was stopping her now.

"Or do you wanna come in my mouth?" she sucked on my earlobe, and I let my head fall back against the back of the chair.

"I wanna be inside you, Rache," I groaned before pulling her body closer to mine and rubbing her through her pants, "I know you're wet, Rache. I need to feel your hot pussy around my cock. God, I need you, baby." I was practically begging her, and I didn't care.

I knew if I kept talking to her like this she'd let me do it. I tried to maneuver my hand down the front of her pants but they were so tight, I couldn't do it. Instead I pulled up her top and sucked hungrily on her one of her breasts, eliciting a deep groan from her. She arched her back, rubbing herself against my leg as she moved her hand faster. She ignored me as I tried to stop her hands, wanting so bad to be inside her.

"Oh, god, baby, you're almost there. Come on, let go. I wanna feel you come," she moaned as she frantically stroked my length and rocked back and forth on my lap. Her breath caught in her throat, and I moved my leg up against her. Damn, she was coming. I leaned forward and kissed her, sucking on her tongue and feeling her shatter against me.

She'd barely recovered before I felt myself following her, moaning her name as I started to climax. Quickly, she pulled herself off of me and dropped to her knees, taking me into her mouth and sucking on my cock as I came.

I tried to steady my breathing as I watched her move her mouth up and down on my cock, her eyes never leaving mine as she let me fall out of her mouth, and swallowed.

"You owe me, Carter," she teased as she buttoned my pants again, grinning up at me. I pulled her back up onto my lap, wrapping my hand in her hair so she couldn't get away again. I quickly covered her mouth with mine, exploring her with my tongue until she moaned deeply and pulled away.

"Oh, god, baby, I can't. Stop." She nearly fell off my lap before holding out a hand to me.

I stood up, pulling her body back against mine and running my fingers through her hair as her breathing steadied some, "Can we go back to the hotel now, buttercup? I think it's your turn to scream."

"Definitely," she laughed, checking her lipstick in the mirror quickly before she opened the door to find Frank standing against the wall.

He rolled his eyes giving her his long-suffering Frank look and she just giggled, "Frank! Fancy meeting you here."

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