Oreos for Breakfast: Nick BSB Fiction

Oreos for Breakfast - Chapter 18

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The Paperbag Princess & The Pumpkin Coach

"Good night, James!" Rachel insisted, pulling me into our room.

"1:30 tomorrow!" he yelled before she slammed the door in his face.

"God, I thought we'd never ditch him," she sighed, before leaning me against the wall and kissing me deeply. Hell, I'd barely been off stage an hour. There'd been some chaos, and I'd managed a shower before she'd dragged me towards the van. The others were leaving for Montreal, but I was staying here in Ottawa with Rachel and James until they left tomorrow.

"Finally," she breathed, running her hands under my shirt. "We're not traveling, and I'm not allowing you to fall asleep on me tonight."

"At all?" I teased, as she pulled my shirt off.

"At all," she responded, kissing me again.

I hadn't been sure this was going to happen this visit. Usually we locked ourselves in a room for a day and fucked like bunnies, but things kept getting in the way this time. Hell, I hadn't been sure if she'd look up from my mother's stupid books today. Ever since James had given them to her, she'd been reading them, asking me about the pictures, wondering if everything was true…

Her hands darted into my pants, and I stopped thinking about my mother. "I love watching you perform," she whispered, unzipping my fly slowly. "Last night on the bus was nice, but I didn't drink tonight, and no one should bother us for hours."

I smiled at her as she slid my pants and boxers over my hips. "Can you not talk about how hot the rest of my group is tonight?"

"I had eyes for no one but you tonight, bunny. All I could think about was how you were all mine and I was going to fuck you senseless after the show. You've been hard all night, I could see it."

"Because you were there," I admitted. Every time I looked at her, I knew it was the last night for a while that she'd be with me, and I kept thinking about all the things I wanted to do to her before she left. We probably didn't have enough time for everything I had planned. Fuck, if she kept stroking me like that, I'd come right now.

Instead, she dropped to her knees in front of me, and I couldn't breathe. "I wanted to find a dark corner after the show, but I couldn't get near you," she informed me, her voice low, her mouth dangerously close to my cock. "Is this good enough?" She sucked me into her mouth, and I cried out, tangling my fingers in her hair. Yeah, this was fucking amazing.

"Damn, baby," I sighed, watching her as my cock disappeared between her lips again. "You are fuckin' amazing, Rache."

She pulled back and smiled up at me, her eyes just a little sad. Stop it, Rache. We had hours before we had to be sad and overwrought with the thought of leaving one another. "Why is that light on?"

I laughed, reaching over and hitting the light switch. The little entryway we were still in was dark again, and her fingers dug into my thighs as she licked the head of my cock, her tongue warm and slippery. Damn, I was so close. I didn't want to wait for her to tease me and bring me to the brink and then let me calm down. No. I pulled on her curls, and she opened her mouth to me as I held her head still, bucking up against her, "Oh…fuck me with your mouth, baby. So… good."

My senses took over, and I couldn't form a coherent thought after that. I heard her sucking on me and moaning as my cock hit the back of her throat. Once. Twice. Damn…

She kissed her way up my stomach, licking my belly button as I tried to breathe normally, "You need a tattoo here, Nicky."

"Don't I have enough for you?"

She nipped at my hipbone, and I ran my fingers through her hair as I watched her licking at my skin. I loved to watch her touching me and kissing me. Sometimes I thought maybe I'd dreamed her up out of thin air or something, but then she'd be there, right next to me, looking up at me with that look…

"Sure. But we could put one here…" she kissed my stomach again and I laughed as it tickled, "…then I'd have something to kiss down here."

I pulled on her shoulders, and she stood up, leaning against me as I wrapped my arms around her, "What? There's not enough for you to kiss down there?"

She giggled, her hair tickling my chest, and I grabbed the scarf that was hanging around her neck. I pulled it off slowly, and she took a step back, considering me.

"Whatcha' doing, bunny?"

I just raised an eyebrow at her and heard her breath catch in her throat as she remembered buying the scarf earlier today. Wrapping it around my hands, I turned her around and brought it up to her eyes, covering them. I leaned forward and kissed her ear, "Is that okay, baby?"

She took a deep breath and nodded, "I love you, Nick."

That made me smile. And I tied in a knot, still keeping it over her eyes. "Me, too, baby. Now I'm going to lead you into the bedroom."

She took a step forward, and I stopped her, "Slowly," I commanded, and she stopped moving. Okay, this could be fun. She was usually the one who was driving things, telling me when to move and when to stop. Making me moan and reach out for her when I thought I was going to lose my mind with wanting her because she'd teased me for so long.

"Remember what I promised yesterday, Rache?"

"Numb lips?" she whispered, and I had to smile.

"Exactly. I make good on my promises, baby."

She was sound asleep, but all I could do was watch her. She was lying next to me, one hand on my chest, and she didn't even move as I stroked her face. She was so beautiful, perfect little nose… I loved her freckles. She'd gotten more because we'd been in the sun all afternoon. Even with talking about my family, it was a great afternoon, just being with her.

She sighed, licking her lips, and I just had to trace their shape with my fingers. Hopefully when she woke up she'd be able to feel them again. We'd been laughing about that before we fell asleep a couple of hours ago. We'd kissed forever, and she'd kissed just about every spot on my body, and she always bit down on her bottom lip as she came… I had to kiss that spot on her bottom lip, and she made a tiny noise, a bit of a moan, so I moved away.

I didn't want her to wake up, not yet. I liked staring at her too much. I had to memorize every bit of her again, because she was leaving today. I looked over at the clock. Shit, 11 already? When did we fall asleep? The sun might have already been up. I sorta remembered the light… but by that point, there'd been nothing else in the world but Rachel. All I need inside this room… hell, in this bed, no farther than that.

Her last night with me, and we'd finally gotten back to that point. This visit had started out bad, fighting about Jeremy and my fairy princesses, but it ended up the way it should, just me and Rachel, together. It wasn't just sex, it was touching her and talking about things when we were too exhausted to move… it was all I ever wanted.

But the sex was always pretty fucking amazing. No wonder she was sleeping. I hoped these walls were soundproof, or James surely heard everything we did, all the noise we were making. Between my show and the sex, it was a wonder I was still alive.

I considered myself for a second. I could use a shower. If I were Rachel, I wouldn't want to be touching me in this state. She could probably use one too, but I didn't want to wake her up. I'd shower, and maybe order us breakfast. We had a couple of hours before we needed to meet up with James. All I wanted was to stay here in this room until she had to leave, but maybe easing into that would be better. We'd go out and sightsee with James, and be normal again. Then it might not kill me when she had to leave.

I had to remember that, I thought as I rolled out of bed. Whenever we left each other, it was always going straight from sex and touching and being just stupidly in love to… nothing. Maybe that's why we got all overwrought. As much as I loved being with her, I hated the overwrought part. Maybe today we'd be good. It would only a few days until we saw each other again, after all.

But we still had a couple of hours of the just us stuff. I intended to enjoy it. And she'd probably enjoy it more if I was clean.

I could hear her talking as I stepped out of the shower, and I listened for a second. Phone call. I wonder who? How quick could I get her off the phone and back to our happy little bubble? I dried off quickly and went to find her.

"Yeah… yeah…I know." I snapped my wet towel at her, and Rachel jumped, looking up from her phone call. "Oh, nothing, J," she said into the phone. "Just Nick torturing me."

Oh. She was talking to Jeremy. Bad enough she was leaving today, but she had to start the day by talking to him? She'd been sound asleep when I went into the shower. Did she wake up and call him?

"Fine," she sighed, and I considered her. She didn't look happy. So I draped my towel over her head, giggling as she pushed it off, sticking her tongue out at me. Quickly, I leaned down and kissed her, sucking on her tongue before she could pull away. She squealed, wiggling away from me, and making me fall onto the bed next to her. I tried to grab her phone, but she leapt out of bed, avoiding me.

"Alright, Jeremy, my boyfriend is out of the shower. We'll leave soon, and I'll see you in Detroit… yeah, you too. Bye!" She clicked off her phone and tried to glare at me. "You are such a boy sometimes!"

"Isn't that why you love me?" I reached out for her, but she shook her head, hitting another button on her phone.

"I just have to call James, then we can say goodbye, bunny."

Goodbye? But… but… we had hours left in our happy little bubble! There needed to be re-entry time before she left me. I had a theory, and I hadn't even shared it with her yet. I must have pouted at her, because she came over to me, playing with my hair as James answered.

"Hey, did you talk to Darien? Yeah, we need to go soon. Two?" She met my eyes and smiled, a little sadly. "Three? Okay, 2:30. Call first. Yeah."

She clicked off, and I know I whined. "2:30? That's only like three hours, I thought we'd have all day!" We had plans! James was going to leave us alone until 1:30, then we were all going on a boat tour around Ottawa, and out for a nice dinner. We even had tickets, and reservations and stuff. That was the re-entry time!

"I know, bunny," she said, joining me on the bed. "But we've got morning radio now."

Fuck morning radio! She hated morning radio, she hated the stupid DJ's. "So? You can still leave later and get there in plenty of time! When do you have to be there? Six? Seven?"

"We need to sleep sometime, sweetie." Who needs sleep? We'd only slept for a couple of hours last night and we were fine. Why couldn't she do the same thing for tonight.

"But… how long does it take to drive there?" Should I know these things?

"Eight hours, supposedly. But they'll probably hold us up at the border, so I'm thinking ten. If we leave at 2:30, that gets us in at 12:30, that's only a few hours sleep after being in a car all day."

Oh, he was so pouty. Why did I have to be the grown-up here? I was feeling pretty pouty myself. Just a few minutes ago, I'd been so happy, waking up in this bed that still smelled like us. I could hear him in the shower, and I'd been contemplating joining him when my phone rang and Jeremy ruined it all. Bastard.

But why couldn't Nick just be a fucking grown-up and understand I had to get back to work? Then I could complain to him that I didn't want to be in a car with James for ten hours and I didn't want to do morning fucking radio tomorrow. I fucking hated morning fucking radio. I did not want to fight with him. We didn't have much time yet. Couldn't he just be understanding about it and we could enjoy the couple of hours we had left?

"We'll see each other soon, right? Didn't we figure out the 21st before the world blew up? That's just a few days," I attempted. I hated that I was trying to defuse a fight that we shouldn't be having in the first place.

That placated him, and we both got up, looking for our schedules. "Hey! I'll be in Detroit on the 20th!"

I blinked at him. Detroit was not precisely my favorite city in the country.

"You can take my bus tonight! That way you can sleep on the bus!"

"Don't you need your bus, baby? You need to get to Montreal by tomorrow."

He waved me away. "I'll rent a car or get a limo or something, then bunk up with one of the other fellas. It's just a couple days."

"Who's gonna drive the bus?"

"Geoff," he informed me, in his best 'duh' voice.

"Geoff works for Backstreet, not you personally. I'm sure the other guys don't want to pay him for four days to chauffeur me around." He started to interrupt me, but I went on. "Thanks for playing, but no. I'd feel way too guilty."

"Why? I don't care."

"You don't, but you have a band to deal with, too. Definitely not. It's a very sweet idea, but no."

He glared at me. "Can't wait to see Jeremy?" Bastard. This was all about Jeremy wasn't it? After the amazing night we'd just had, here we were, full circle, just where we started off this visit.

"Without your bus, where will you take the fairy princesses?" He was not going to try and make me feel guilty about that any longer. Two could play that stupid game.

He started to answer me, but caught himself. Good thing. "Sorry," he finally said, softly. "I don't want to fight with you."

"You started it," she informed me, but her voice was quiet, resigned. I tossed our schedules on the floor and pulled her into my arms.

"I can be really bratty when I don't get my way," I admitted, and I felt her nod against my chest.

"So can I. I don't want to go." Then don't, I wanted to scream. At least stay all day, what was wrong with borrowing my bus for a couple of days?

But I swallowed it as she went on. That wasn't going to get us anywhere; I knew I wasn't going to change her mind.

"I hate fucking morning radio. And I love James, but it's ten fucking hours in the car. Maybe longer."

"That sucks, baby," I soothed, hugging her tighter, and she kissed my chest.

"It does. But we have a few hours… why did you shower? You're just gonna get all sweaty again," she promised, looking up at me with a smile.

"Fuck re-entry time," I told her, leaning down to kiss her, but she moved away.

"What?"

Right. Maybe I should share that theory with her. "I had this thought, that maybe we'd be okay, saying goodbye, if we had some normal time before you had to go. Because… this-" I motioned around the room, hoping she'd know what I meant. "Us… it's so nice, just being with you, that when you go, straight from this room, it's so awful, being alone all of a sudden. I thought, maybe, like today, we'd leave here and hang out with James and be normal for a little while. It wouldn't be as bad leaving you."

That made no sense. She just blinked at me, and I tried explaining again.

"Not that it's ever easier to leave you. But it might be a little easier if it's not from… here."

"Like in your song," she said. "All I need is inside this room… it sucks, when we have to leave the room."

"Right! That's what I meant." I loved that she understood me, when I barely understood myself.

"So should we leave?" she asked. "I could shower and pack, and we could do downstairs and get some lunch or something."

I leaned her back on the bed. "Or we could order room service, and make love while we're waiting for it, and eat, sitting in bed, naked, and then you could shower while I wash your back, and then you could pack, but then I'd have to fuck you once more before you left, and then maybe I'll let you go at three, instead of 2:30."

"That kinda blows your theory to hell, bunny," she said, smiling up at me.

"We're sorta used to the overwrought, aren't we? Why mess with it?"

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