Oreos for Breakfast: Nick BSB Fiction

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

We followed Frank back through the club. Nick was pressed up against my back, his arm around my waist to steady me. I don't think I'd ever wanted him this much, even those nights on the phone… was it because I knew Damon was here? Because sex with Damon had never been like this. No. Jeremy didn't even elicit this longing in me.

I saw James by the door, his eyes darting around. Was he looking for us? It was so unfair of me to leave him alone just because Nick was around, wasn't it? A waitress passed, and I took a glass of champagne off her tray, gulping it down quickly as Nick laughed against me.

"Need a ride, baby?" I called to James as soon as he was within earshot.

He looked at me, startled, and then raised an eyebrow. Did I look thoroughly rumpled? I ran my hand through my hair, forgetting for a moment that my usual curls were gone.

"Uh, no, I'm going home. With a friend," he smiled, trying to act all cool. I looked around the room quickly.

"Really?" I heard myself squeal, wanting to pull him down and get the dirt, but Nick leaned down and started kissing the back of my neck. I sighed before squirming away slightly. I was trying to get gossip here, Nick! "Anyone I know?"

He just nodded at me, but I could tell he wanted to pull me into a corner and dish. Damn! My eyes darted around, but he wasn't giving anything away. JC? They had been talking earlier, hadn't they? I whacked Nick as he tried to nuzzle my neck again. "Quit it, bunny, we're in public."

"Not for long," he whined, "C'mon, Rache, you can talk to James tomorrow…" I tried to keep my eyes open, but his voice in my ear just made me come unglued.

James rolled his eyes and pointed to the door, "Go. But I so need to hear about Damon tomorrow."

No. Don't even say his name. I didn't want to think about him right now. I had the blond god behind me, and I was about to ravish him as soon as we were alone. I didn't need thoughts of Damon interrupting those plans.

I felt Nick's arm tighten around my waist, "Bastard," he growled and I smiled up at James. He was such a good boy, wasn't he? I fished a condom out of Nick's jeans and slipped it to James with a grin as Nick pushed me forward, "Say goodnight, Rachel!"

"Hold up, little man, you are going to be mobbed if you walk out there! Christ, you never fucking listen to me." Frank called as we went through the door.

And he was right, too. Flashbulbs and fans screaming. I didn't even care, though, I pushed Nick towards a couple girls yelling his name, and he turned around, pouting at me. "Two minutes, bunny," I smiled, jerking my head around when I heard my name from the other side of the aisle. I would never get used to people screaming for me. It was too fucking surreal.

I signed a few things and nodded as people talked at me, glancing back at Nick. He was being good, smiling for photographs, slightly drunk and talkative. After a few minutes I felt Frank's hand on my shoulder. "I've gotta go, guys. Have fun tonight. I think James might be leaving soon, too."

Maybe with the hot one from N*Sync. Damn, this was going to drive me crazy. James was not into one night stands, and this would make two. Was success changing my best friend? Or was this now a two-night stand? I had half a mind to call him before I got all wrapped up in Nick… fuck, Lola had my cell phone.

I didn't have time to dwell on that as Nick pulled me into the back of the cab and Frank took his place in the front seat, telling the driver which hotel we were staying at. I laid my head on Nick's shoulder as the driver pulled into traffic and closed my eyes, just loving the feel of his arm around my shoulders.

"You can't fall asleep on me, baby," Nick's voice was next to my ear, and I opened my eyes to smile at him.

"Why not?"

He kissed me in answer, and I did not fucking care who was in the front seat. I didn't care that we were perhaps being trailed by fans with telephoto lenses. Let the world know that I was in love with this amazing man here with me.

"Get a fucking room!" Frank yelled, and I pulled away from Nick with a giggle. Frank was in a good mood tonight. He must have had a drink or two at the party.

"It's too far away," Nick growled, reaching for me again, but I leaned forward, kissing Frank's cheek.

"Did you see who I was talking to earlier?" Why did I ask that?

He turned around, smiling at me. "Say the word, darlin', I'll take care of him." That's why I asked that. I was being insecure, I needed everyone to tell me I was cooler than Damon. I was so lame.

"Ah, I don't want to leave poor Missy without a Daddy."

"I could make sure that little Missy grows up an only child."

Giggling, I leaned back against the seat, snuggling up to Nick as he pulled me into his body. "He doesn't use it much anyway." I clapped a hand over my mouth as Nick cracked up. "Did I just say that?"

"How much did you have to drink, little girl?" Frank asked me, and I was drunk enough to not be pissed off that that he called me 'little girl.'

"A bit. You guys got there late, and there was champagne everywhere I turned…" It suddenly hit me and I looked between Nick and Frank. "Did we leave AJ alone?"

"Sarah's there," Nick dismissed my concern. "She's not drinking. Neither will he."

"Right." I knew that. AJ was fine. Fine fine fine. Everyone was fine.

I would be finer if I didn't have these damn shoes on. I leaned over, undoing them, and suddenly Nick's head was next to mine. "What are you doing, buttercup?"

"Taking off my shoes." Duh. What does it look like I'm doing?

"We still have to get into the hotel," he said, and I could hear the giggle in his voice.

I handed him a shoe, concentrating on the other one. "Walking on the sidewalk barefoot is much better than one more second in these shoes, little man."

"But they're so hot," he whined.

Handing him the other one, I straightened up. "Then you can wear them."

"I doubt they'd fit," he joked.

"I'd give good money to see you in heels," Frank deadpanned from the front seat, and I cracked up.

Something caught Frank's eye out the window of the cab and he ducked his head to see better. I looked around Nick and there was a horde of girls in front of a hotel. Must be ours, then. I didn't even know where we were staying, I just packed a little bag and Lola took care of it. It was completely weird to be in New York and not staying at James'. I wondered if he was going home or off with his mysterious boy toy of the evening…

"Go around back," Frank instructed the cabbie. "Way too many girls in the front. I think that other boy band is staying here, too." He winked at me and I just stared at him. Did he know about JC? And James? No. Frank was not that omniscient.

"We're a male vocal group, dude!" Nick yelled, making both Frank and I laugh.

"Why don't you tell the world, bunny? Maybe the fans will follow our car now!"

I grinned down at her. I didn't care. I wanted them to follow us. I wanted them to take pictures of us together. I wanted our picture to be in Us and People and Entertainment Weekly as the couple of the evening. Okay, so Britney and Justin were more interesting that us, and Rachel the better looking partner here, but I wanted everyone to see us together.

But the cab pulled around back and there was not a fan to be seen. I started to whine about it, but then I noticed Rachel's ass as she got out the car and I forgot about pictures. Unless they were possibly pictures of my girlfriend, naked. Or maybe a picture of her butt in those pants. Those were the most amazing pants in the world. Not very good for easy access and quick sex, but we were going up to my room, I could peel them off of her slowly and make her beg me to fuck her…

Yeah, right. The way I felt, I'd be begging her.

She and Frank chatted about things as we rode up the elevator, if her bag had made it here, and when she needed to leave in the morning… seven a.m. What time was it now? Too late. We just had a few hours. Definitely no sleeping. She could sleep on the plane.

Finally, finally, finally, we were alone. I went into the room first as she continued chatting with Frank, and I pulled her inside, slamming the door shut and covering her body with mine, kissing her deeply before she could protest. Not that she did, she wrapped her arms around my neck, her fingers in my hair as we kissed.

I dropped to my knees in front of her, and she grinned down at me, that sexy smile that I adored. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"What probably every person watching the VMAs tonight wanted to do," I answered, and ran my tongue along her tattoo. I felt her stomach tighten as she gasped, and I smiled against her, tracing the vine carefully. "So sexy, Rache. You're not wearing anything under these pants, are you?"

"Can't," she breathed. "Panty lines would just be tacky."

They laced in the front, and I untied them carefully, looking up when she giggled. "What?"

"You have no idea what I went through to get into these things. I might never be able to take them off."

Uh, no. Not an option. I slid my fingers inside the waistband, loosening them, and she sighed. "That feel good, baby?" I asked, starting to ease them over her hips.

"They're hot. And itchy."

"Suffer," I told her. "You look fucking amazing."

"Just like a man. You don't care about my pain."

I raised an eyebrow at her, yanking her pants down. "I'm a pop star, Rache. You think I've never suffered for beauty?"

"Oh, right, the boy who wears pants three sizes too big is talking to me about pain?"

"Ever wear a full length leather coat on stage?"

She giggled as I eased her pants down farther. "Okay. I give. You should suffer, because you're fucking hot in that coat." I got her pants down around her ankles, and she kicked them across the room, yanking off her shirt and tossing that on the pile. She started to kneel next to me, but I stopped her, pushing her hips back against the door, kissing her tattoo again. This was better than catching glimpses of it as she moved, now it was all mine, just mine. Her hands went into my hair, stroking my scalp as she breathed above me, whispering my name.

She screamed when I sucked on her clit, moving her leg over my shoulder so that she was open to me. "Christ, Nick, you should warn a girl… oh, don't stop…" she sighed, surrendering. She was balanced on one foot, holding on to the door handle for support, so I knew this wouldn't last long. But it felt good, naughty or nasty or something, fully clothed on my knees in front of her. She tasted so sweet, and I loved the way she cried my name, her breathing ragged. I looked up and our eyes met.

"Fuck me," she said, and I thought she was just overwhelmed. Or was that a request? "No, really, fuck me," she clarified, seeing the confusion in my eyes. She started pulling at my shirt without moving her leg and we ended up in a tangle on the floor, laughing. I loved sex with her, I loved that sometimes it was silly and sometimes it was hot as hell, and I especially loved it when it was both.

I had enough presence of mind to pull my clothes off before attacking her again, and I moaned against her lips as I covered her body with mine, and every inch of my skin went into overload, touching her. This is what I'd needed all day, ever since I saw her. Amazing how clothes could just make me want to see her naked all the more.

She rolled us over, straddling me and taking me inside her quickly. I groaned as her heat surrounded me. So much better than her hand at that club, even better than her mouth. Definitely better than my own hand, even with her voice in my ear. She thrust against me, balancing with her hands on my chest, her eyes closed in concentration. With her hair straight, she almost looked like a different person, but then she opened her eyes, smiling at me, and she was my Rachel again. I ran my hands up her body, cupping her breasts, feeling her nipples harden under my touch.

It might have been a minute, it might have been an hour, but her eyes fluttered shut again and she leaned back. I knew what she wanted, what she needed, and I slid my hand up her thigh, listening to her whimper quietly. "Nick…" she whispered, begging, and I touched her clit, my thumb making tiny circles. She thrust against me harder, leaning her head back as she concentrated on the sensations exploding in her body. How I was making her feel. Me. I was making the hottest woman in MTV Land come, fucking her on the floor of my incredibly expensive hotel room.

I fucking loved my life.

She bit her lower lip, holding her breath for a second, then I felt her explode, screaming my name. Or was that 'God'?

Same thing.

Before she stopped shaking, I sat up, gathering her into my arms to roll over. She would be weak for a few minutes, I knew she couldn't sit up much longer. Her eyes met mine as we settled, and I had to kiss her beautiful, flushed face. She smiled as I moved back, thrusting into her deeply. "You are looking very pleased with yourself, Mr. Carter."

Fuck yeah. I ruled. I settled for "I love you," and her smile deepened. She wrapped her legs around my waist and dug her nails into my back and I groaned as she moved against me, telling me how good I felt, encouraging me to come. Not that I needed the help or anything.

It didn't take long, I was so close, and her sexy whisper just sent me over the edge. It felt so good I had to scream, then I fell next to her, kissing her, pulling her body closer to mine. I didn't want to ever leave this hotel room.

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