Oreos for Breakfast: Nick BSB Fiction

Oreos for Breakfast - Chapter 18

By
The Paperbag Princess & The Pumpkin Coach

"Coffee and donuts!" James' hand appeared inside the door, a box of Krispy Kremes on his palm and I laughed.

"She's not here."

He poked his head in the doorway and frowned at me, "Did she get tired of you already? Damn, that was quick!"

"Funny," I countered, pulling on my t-shirt quickly and throwing my towel into the corner. "She went down to grab a paper and call her mom, I think."

"Oh… was it bad this morning?"

"Ummm…" I mumbled, looking over at him as he put the coffee and donuts on the small table by the window and pulled up a chair. "Hey! Who invited you to breakfast?" I teased, and he just laughed, ignoring me. I sort of meant it, too… Rachel would be back soon and we were going to have that earth-shattering sex. Well, at least that was my plan. I still owed her that!

"I was good and left you alone all morning, little man. And I suffered in a car all day with her yesterday, so be nice to me!"

"Whatever. Being with Rachel is so not suffering, dude… it's the complete opposite of suffering. It's… unsuffering."

"Unsuffering?"

"Yeah."

"Ummm… not a word, Nicky. Man, we need to buy you a dictionary. What's with that other one you use all the time…" Oh god, here it comes. He was with Howie last night, too. Let the teasing begin! "Unexpectable!" he crowed, laughing at me.

"That's a word!"

"In whose dictionary?"

"Ummm… the dude that writes them." I went over and joined him at the table, taking a bottle of milk and downing half of it while I considered the donuts. "Dawg, you only got two jelly?"

"We hate jelly."

"Cool," I took one and shoved the whole thing in my mouth. James stared at me and I nearly choked. "What?"

"She took it all out of you, huh?"

"Don't you know it!" I responded, wiggling my eyebrows and making him groan.

"Oh, stop! Just stop. Bad enough I have to be on a bus with you tonight. I may never sleep again."

"Nah, you'll be in Detroit too soon. You can sleep there. Besides, Frank has earplugs."

"I bet he needs them."

What does that mean? Rachel was never with me… well, not much on the bus, anyway. What had Howie been telling him?

"Oh, dude, you look so guilty. What all have you been up to?"

"Nothin'," I countered, selecting another donut and biting it in half. Damn, I hate the cream ones. I started to put it back, and James wrinkled his nose at me. Or not. I finished it and took another drink of my milk, wiping my mouth with my shirt. "What'd Howie say?"

"Nothing much."

James just raised an eyebrow, and I felt like I was 10 years old and Mom just caught me looking through Pop's dirty magazines or something. Shit shit shit. I could not have this conversation with James. He was Rachel's best friend. They didn't have secrets.

"Yeah, right. They are always telling stories about me."

"From the sound of you two last night, they aren't just stories." We were quiet for a moment, and then James sat back, taking another sip of his coffee and considering me. "Nick, can I give you some unsolicited advice?"

I didn't even bother to answer. Just like Kevin and Brian… hell, all of them… I was going to get it whether I wanted it or not.

"Don't fuck this one up."

I wanted to make a joke, but his look stopped me. Shit. James wasn't usually this serious. Well, there was that one time on their bus, when he'd had that dream and I was the only one up… but we never talked, just the two of us and certainly not about Rachel and me. I'm sure she talked to him all the time about it, but he was her best friend, not mine.

Okay, maybe I could use a best friend about now.

"Seriously. Trust is huge with Rachel. I can't see her hurt again. After Jeremy and Damon… I just can't. I like you, Nick. But don't fuck this up. Invite another woman up to your room or cheat on Rachel and you are toast. If I find out about it, I will tell her."

"You'd hurt her like that?"

"Do it once and you fucked up. Do it again, and it's not just her problem, man. She loves you, Nick. Seriously. Like she loved Jeremy." I winced, and he half-smiled, "Hell, maybe more. I don't know. But she's happy, and for whatever reason, you make her happy. So I'm just sayin…"

"It didn't mean anything, James."

"Really?" I nodded, and he rolled his eyes at me. "Ask Rachel if it meant something to her, then."

"She understood. We talked about it. We're good."

"That was last night, right?" I nodded. What was he getting at? "Then what made her cry this morning?"

Fuck.

"Thought so, little man. It meant something. It meant that she's not enough for you."

I shook my head emphatically, "No! That's so not it."

"Then what was it?"

"I don't have to have this conversation with you." Okay, I was getting defensive now. But this wasn't any of his fuckin' business. Sure he was her friend, but we'd talked about this and we were okay.

"You're right. You don't. But think about it. There is no such thing as casual sex for Rachel. Not when she's in a relationship. She and Jeremy were fucked up there at the end, cheating on one another and throwing it in the other's face, but it always hurt, Nick. It always means something."

"It doesn't mean that she's not enough, though." Did it? No. Rachel was amazing. I didn't need anyone but her.

Except for the other night… and that night at the bar with Vinnie.

Shit.

"Put yourself in her shoes for a second. Try thinking with your brain next time you're all worked up and she's not at your beck and call."

"Fuck you, James." I didn't except Rachel to be at my beck and call. It wasn't like that. "She was off screwing around with Jeremy. She said that didn't mean anything!"

"Sure she did."

What did that mean? Was she lying to me? Did it mean something? She couldn't still have feelings for him, could she? She'd told me over and over again that she didn't, and I'd believed her. Should I not believe her?

"Look, Nick. We're both guys. We know sometimes we don't think with our brains and… I'm just saying… I've got her back."

"Is that why you came? To check up on her?" I grumbled, not daring to look him in the eye.

"No. She couldn't do this drive alone and I needed to get away from Jeremy before I broke his fingers or something." That made me smile. I loved it when they hated Jeremy. Man, that was petty… but true. "Yeah, laugh all you want. But we know each other too fuckin' well. It's like a goddamned dysfunctional family and all. We just revert back to these patterns, and everyone sharing a room this week…"

"Bad?" He nodded and took another donut as we heard the key in the door.

"Bad. But it's over, Nick. And seriously, the Jeremy thing… don't worry about it."

Before I could say anything, the door opened, and Rachel bounced over to us, falling into my lap, "Bunny! You brought me donuts!"

"Yeah, just ignore me here, you flake!" James pouted, throwing a donut at her, which she caught. Grinning down at me, she bit into it and the other half fell. I caught it and held it for her as she finished her bite.

"Damn, I was hungry, bunny."

I laughed as she took another bite and then licked the icing off my fingers. "Oh, you had jelly," she cooed as she leaned down, kissing my lips gently and then licking a little spot of jelly off my chin. "Mmmm…"

"Gross, you two are gross!"

She pulled back, and then opened her eyes slowly, "Is there someone else in the room? Or am I hearing noises?"

"I get the point," James grumbled, pulling himself out of his chair and hitting her lightly on the head before going to the door, "But you get another hour and then I'm forcing you to play with me, too!" Rachel and I both looked over at him and he caught himself, "Ewwww… no. Scratch that. Well… unless Nick wants to…"

Rachel jumped up and pushed him through the door, locking it behind him and then turning back to me. "Have you had enough food? Because I think I need to ravish you now," she announced as she sat back in my lap, straddling my hips this time so she faced me.

I could only smile as she ran her fingers through my wet hair, "Excellent, Rache. But I think I owe you…"

She sighed as I ran my hands down her back and pushed her against me. She'd run out quickly after our shower and hadn't bothered to put on a bra, and I could feel her breasts against my chest. Quickly I pulled up her t-shirt and circled her nipple slowly with my tongue as she threw her shirt to the ground.

I felt her body shiver as I blew lightly on her breast before sucking on her. She stopped forming words and just moaned as I increased my pressure. Soon she was rubbing her hips against me and I had to get her out of these clothes. We had time, right? James wouldn't bug us for a while, and it was a few hours before I had to deal with soundcheck. I slipped my arms under her legs and held her close as I pulled myself up and carried her into the bedroom.

"Weren't we just here?" she sighed as I laid her back on the bed. Stretching her arms above her head, she lifted her hips as I pulled her jeans down off her legs. I loved her legs. Carefully I ran my hand over her calf as I settled beside her, massaging her gently.

Damn, he had the best hands, didn't he? He slowly traced a line up my leg, and I thought I might come right off the bed just from his soft touch. I moved towards him, and he stopped me with a look, leaning down and holding my hand back over my head.

"Stay there, Rache. Your turn."

I smiled and stayed still as his hand left my wrist. I liked my turn. My turn usually meant really nice things. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feel of his warm hands on my body… on my legs, thighs, hips, arms… then he was gone. I lay still for a moment, just listening to him as he moved around the room. I heard the stereo come on and smiled as I heard the familiar opening chords of my favorite Dido song. Then I heard matches and rustling by the closet. I kept my eyes closed, breathing in the scent of lavender as it filled the room.

Smiling, I sang along with the CD, "I don't want to move a thing, it might change my memory..."

His weight dipped the mattress down, and I felt his breath on my face, "Don't fall asleep on me, Buttercup."

"No. Just listening to you." I opened my eyes, and he smiled, leaning down to kiss me, not protesting as I moved my arms and pulled him down to deepen our kiss. "I love you so much, Nick."

He nodded, settling next to me, whispering between kisses. "Remember that night in your car at the Point? When we just laid there and made out like teenagers?"

Did I ever. That'd been pretty amazing. I'd never had a make out session like that in high school. By the time we got back to the house, he barely had to touch me before I was screaming his name.

"I want to kiss you until our lips go numb, Rache. I want to taste every part of you and then start over again. I want to make you come so hard…"

Oh god, he couldn't go on. Just hearing his low whisper in my ear and feeling his breath on my skin was going to send me over the edge. I turned to him, and he smiled before planting tiny kisses on my forehead.

I loved touching her like this. She said before that she never wanted to leave this bed; I could at least give her a few hours. She deserved that. Didn't we both? I loved her naked on the bed, smiling up at me in the morning light. She helped me pull my shirt off, and I held her close, feeling her skin against mine as we kissed. That was all I needed right now, just to be close to her. This was so much more than that girl the other night. That was nothing. Fuck James, I could prove this to Rachel… she was all I wanted and needed.

The phone rang, and we both jumped, our nice quiet mood ruined. "Shh…" I whispered, kissing her neck. "Ignore it."

"No problem," she agreed, running her hands down my back. After a moment, the phone stopped ringing, and we relaxed into each other.

Then it rang again. "It's James," she sighed. "I know him."

"Ignore it."

"He'll do this until I pick up. He's not calling the cell because he knows that's probably off."

"He said an hour!" I whined, looking at the clock. When was that, anyway? Maybe half an hour ago? More like twenty minutes.

But she picked up. James could be fucking annoying sometimes. "What?" she barked. Then her expression softened, and she looked at me. "He says there's a cool bus tour that leaves in 45 minutes, and we should go."

"But my lips aren't numb yet!" I whined, making her laugh. Did she really want to go? Couldn't he go by himself? Shouldn't we be hiding out in the hotel fucking like bunnies, like we always did? She'd been with me like twelve hours or something before we had sex. Usually we didn't make it twelve minutes.

"Nothing, James," she said into the phone. "Long story. I'll ask him."

She didn't have to ask me. I knew what she wanted. She liked this tourist stuff. When I'd been on tour with her, she and James would plan sightseeing tours they never had time to take. The only thing preventing her from going now was me.

We still had a few days. All I really wanted was to be with her. Sex was great, but just being with her was enough. Right? We could sit on a bus and see the city, and I could hold her hand and we'd make dumb jokes about the tourists. Yeah, that would be cool

I nodded at her, and she grinned. "Okay, James, we'll meet you in 15 minutes. Can you call Frank? You know the blond god needs an escort."

Shit, there was a reason why I never did this sort of thing. Especially in Canada. I was about to be mobbed.

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