Oreos for Breakfast: Nick BSB Fiction

Oreos for Breakfast - Chapter 22

By
The Paperbag Princess & The Pumpkin Coach

He was on top of me. How did he end up on top of me?

Well, okay, how did he end up on top of me half-clothed? And we didn't usually sleep like this…

Giggling, I pushed him away from me as I remembered falling asleep last night on top of him. He must have rolled over in the night and I just went with him.

There was a knock at the door, and Nick flew off of me at the noise, landing on the floor, which only made me laugh harder. "What the…" he got out before Frank interrupted.

"Sorry. Just checking to see if you wanted to go into the hotel or just keep sleeping here."

"Jeez, Frank, you could warn a guy!"

"I knocked!" Frank protested.

"We're dressed, Frank," I said to the door. "You can come in."

Nick glared at me before diving into a T-shirt as the door opened a crack. I sat up, smiling at Frank. "No, really," I told him again. "We're decent. Come in."

He was obviously surprised that we weren't sprawled out naked in post-coital bliss, but he came in anyway. I was a little surprised at that myself. "So I guess you'd rather go in and sleep in a real bed?"

"Definitely, yes," I answered. "Just give us a minute."

"I'll grab keys," Frank decided. "Be back in a few."

He left us, and Nick turned to me with a befuddled expression. "Wasn't there something about a massage?"

"You fell asleep."

"I did not!" he whined, then reconsidered. "Oh, shit… I'm sorry, Rache. It was just such a nice massage, and I was tired, and-"

"Oh, you didn't even feel it," I countered. "You were asleep in about three minutes." He pouted at me, and I had to laugh. "It's okay, baby. You needed some sleep."

He wrapped his arms around me, sighing down at me. "But… not… I wanted…"

I loved sleepy Nick. "So did I," I admitted. "But maybe the bus wasn't the right place."

I wasn't sure where the right place was. Sex had been fucking things up with us lately. I was nervous now. I wanted it to be right. I wanted candlelight and nice music and soulful gazing into one another's eyes and…

I sounded like a bad romance novel.

He leaned down to kiss me, and I danced away.

"Dude, I am not kissing you until you brush your teeth."

"Your breath is just as bad," he countered, and I scowled at him.

"Is not!"

"Is too! So who cares, if we both have bad breath?"

We managed to tease one another while we gathered our things and even as Frank took us up on the elevator, stopping only for Nick to sign a couple of autographs for the intrepid fans waiting in the hotel lobby. Once we got upstairs, Frank nearly pushed us inside the room. "You two are far too awake for this hour. Try and get some sleep today, Nick. You've got nothing else to do until soundcheck at five."

It was only six now. Sweet. A whole day? And tomorrow, too, until I left for home that night. Excellent. Plenty of time to do… stuff.

Or not. Nick went back to the bedrooms and peeked inside the first door. "Mine. And it's got the big bed, nyah nyah!"

Yeah. It was my idea to get the suite with two bedrooms, wasn't it? Why had I done that again?

"Why is it yours?" I protested.

"Because they put my bags in here. They know I'm the star."

"Whatever. You saw my suite in L.A. That was way nicer than this." Well… just because it was a cool hotel, really.

"You're on my tour now, baby. And I'm the cute one!"

I rolled my eyes, finding the door to my room. "Whatever. I'm going to change and get into bed."

She disappeared without a backwards glance. Was I supposed to follow her into bed? What about that kiss we'd been joking about? I just needed to brush my teeth…

I rummaged through my bag to find my toothbrush. Now I could find her and say I wanted that kiss she promised once I brushed my teeth and…

That was lame, wasn't it? She just wanted to get some sleep. She was supposed to have slept while I was working yesterday, but instead she'd spent most of the day planning a nice dinner for me, and then I'd eaten it and fallen asleep on her. No wonder she didn't want me in her bedroom.

But she'd said she didn't mind that I fell asleep, so maybe…

Or maybe she'd been glad that I fell asleep, because then she didn't have to make love to me.

I rinsed my mouth and blew into my hand. That was better. At least she couldn't use morning breath as an excuse now.

I splashed some water on my face and considered myself in the mirror. I should not be afraid to go into the next room and kiss my girlfriend. If that's what she still was.

She was. She'd made that dinner for me last night, and told me we'd declared a truce, and we needed to work on things.

But maybe it would be better to get some sleep. That would prove to her I could be an adult and not just use sex to solve everything.

"So, do I get that kiss now?" she asked from behind me, and I whirled around.

"No more morning breath."

She smiled, coming over to me. "Good to know."

Carefully, I leaned down to kiss her, and she met my lips eagerly. I loved kissing her, the feel of her in my arms, the way she sighed against me, the soft slipperiness of her lips against mine. After a moment, she gasped for breath and we moved apart, coming together again just as quickly.

We were standing in the middle of the bathroom, and I started to move towards the bed, still kissing her. But maybe just kissing was good. Maybe we shouldn't be having sex yet. I didn't want to screw things up all over again. My mind was already whirling with all the things I wanted to do to her, wanting to feel her skin against mine. No. We needed to be careful and not rush things, or we'd just end up all obsessed and jealous and fighting when we were apart again.

Catching my breath, I leaned back against the wall, but she kissed me again before I could say anything. Kissing was fine. Just kissing was good. Right?

I bit lightly at his earlobe, glad he wasn't wearing his earrings, and I was rewarded with him sighing my name. I loved that, his voice all dusky and needy, sweet and sexy all at once. Standing on tiptoe, I kissed his lips again, taking his head in my hands and pulling it down to mine. We didn't do this enough anymore, kissing. We tended to skip this part and get to other things. But his mouth was just made for kissing, the gentle pout of his lips, his perfect tongue. I made a pledge to myself to kiss him at least ten times every day we were together. Twenty. Good ones. Not just a peck hello, but a real kiss, with full body contact and tongues.

He bent his head, kissing my neck, and I leaned into him. "I love kissing you," I breathed, and I felt him smile.

"I was just thinking that."

"We should do this more often."

"Okay," he answered, moving to kiss me again. God, he made my toes curl. I felt like I was 15 again, only I hadn't been kissing anyone when I was 15. Well, James, but he hardly counted.

And when I was 15, I certainly wasn't doing this in a bathroom. Why the hell were we in the bathroom, when we had a perfectly good bed out there? My knees were weak. I needed to lie down.

Pulling at his shirt, I backed into the bedroom, and he followed, his lips never leaving mine. The bed hit my legs before I expected, and I stumbled backwards, pulling him with me. We landed in a tangle and had to stop kissing long enough to laugh at ourselves. "You okay?" he asked, grinning down at me, and I just nodded, leaning up for another kiss.

He fell next to me, brushing the hair away from my face, holding me steady to devour me. I pressed my body against his, tangling our legs together, and I felt his moan when I pressed against his erection. That was nice, feeling him through layers of fabric, knowing he was as turned on as I was Reminded me of that time we went parking at the Point. We could keep kissing. We had all day, nothing to rush for.

I had the candles in my room. I'd lit candles and drawn the curtains shut against the Portland rain- attempting romance at this ungodly early hour of the morning. I wanted it to be special when we made love again. It couldn't just be about the sex. I wanted to show him that I loved him, that I forgave him for hurting me. I wanted him to know that I was sorry for being a terrible girlfriend. I could be a good girlfriend. I wasn't always selfish and tired and cranky. Now we were together, and all I had to do for a few days was be with him and fix things.

This was fixing things, wasn't it? Kissing each other, and touching each other, smiling as we rolled around on the bed. We used to have fun together. We used to laugh in bed, all the time, but lately it seemed more like it was about new and different positions and bigger and better orgasms. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but there was more to it than that, wasn't there?

He pulled away slightly, raining kisses all over my face, my eyelids, cheekbones, nose, and I smiled. It was definitely more than just sex. We were still fully clothed, and I could feel how much he wanted me.

Fuck the clothes. I rolled over, straddling his hips, and started to pull off my T-shirt. But he took my hands, stopping me. "Rache… no."

"No?"

Her eyes were hurt and confused as she looked down at me, and I ran my hands up her arms, pulling her down to lie beside me again. "Not… I just want it to be right," I whispered.

"I have candles lit in my room," she offered, and I smiled, kissing her again.

"It's not just candles and stuff," I admitted.

"But they don't hurt," she teased, nuzzling my neck. I loved it when she did that, the way she snuggled up against me like she couldn't be close enough to me.

"No… I'm sorry I fucked things up last night."

"You didn't. It wouldn't have been right on the bus. I'd be too worried about Geoff hearing us or something. This is good, Nick. It's just us, and we have all day."

"Yeah," I heard myself sigh as she kissed my neck. "I just…"

"I know," she whispered. "I'm scared, too. I think we need to make love and get it over with, and stop worrying about it. Ya know, we used to be pretty good at this."

I had to laugh. "God knows we practiced enough."

She giggled, moving away from me. "I think we can figure it out. C'mon, let's go into my room."

"But I have the big bed!" I protested, following her anyway .

"But I have the seduction scene all set," she answered as I walked into her room. She did, candles all over, the curtains shut, the covers turned back. There were even condoms sitting on the bedside table.

"I'm a sure thing, Rache. No need for the seduction."

"I know," she smiled, turning to me and pulling her shirt over her head, her eyes meeting mine as soon as she was free of the fabric. Our eyes met for a long moment, and then her hands went to the zipper on her jeans.

"No. Let me," I said, stopping her and kissing her softly. I pulled my shirt off, and then stepped close to her again, running my hands over her bare arms. I should have done this the other night. I should have touched her carefully, like the goddess she was, savoring the feel of her skin. She was so beautiful… every freckle on her body was perfectly placed.

"Oh my god!" she gasped, touching my chest. "What is that?"

What was what? Oh, my new tattoo. Hadn't she seen that yet? It'd been dark last night when I'd taken off my shirt, and I'd been on my stomach… guess not.

She traced the outline lightly, looking up into my eyes, and I shuddered at her touch. "It means 'love.' AJ told me it was better than tattooing 'Rachel, take me back' all over my body."

Smiling, she kissed it. "It's beautiful."

"And no one will ever see it but you."

She hesitated for a second and I held my breath. Shit, I shouldn't have reminded her… but she looked at me again with a smile. "What, you'll never wear a bathing suit again? I don't think I'm the only one that will ever see your chest, sweetie. Although I do appreciate the sentiment."

She kissed me, and I wrapped my arms around her, wanting to feel her skin against mine. "I love you, Rachel," I whispered, and she nodded.

"I love you, too."

Carefully, she undid my shorts, looking down to watch as she freed my erection. I sighed to myself as the air hit it, but then she touched it, and I came undone, sitting on the bed with a loud moan. God, just her hands felt so good. I might not last if we made love.

Laughing, she stepped away. "Sorry."

"I'm a little worked up," I admitted, and she just grinned as she removed her pants, standing there in front of me in just her bra and panties. They were pretty pink lace, ones I'd never seen before. She'd bought them for me, right? "You look so beautiful," I told her.

"Thank you. I got these yesterday as part of the planned bus seduction. This bra is definitely not made to be slept in," she complained, shrugging out of it. Indeed, I could see the marks the lace had left on her skin. Before she could take off her panties, I pulled her down on the bed with me, laying her back against the pillows and licking at her skin.

"Does it hurt?"

"Not really… but you could still make it all better," she sighed as my tongue circled her nipple. It was hard already, a little bud beneath my lips when I sucked on it. She arched against me, moaning, and I smiled against her. I remembered that noise. I loved that noise.

I kissed my way across her chest, taking my time before taking her other nipple into my mouth. She moaned even louder this time, writhing beneath me. God, she should not do that writhing thing… it made me think too much about how she moved when my cock was buried inside her, the way her hips would move up to meet mine…

"Stop, Nick," she gasped, wiggling away. "Please, I can't wait any longer. We have all day, don't we?"

"Hours," I promised, and she rolled off the bed, yanking at her panties and tossing them aside before grabbing a condom. She came back to the bed, and I took the condom from her fingers, rolling it on as she watched. I loved watching her watch me. I tossed the wrapper across the room, and she straddled my hips, leaning down to kiss me as I guided my cock inside her.

Jesus. Our eyes met as I sank inside her, and she moved her hips slowly, her gaze never leaving mine. Carefully, she sat up, and we both shuddered at the change in sensation. Taking my hands off her hips, she laced our fingers together, holding our hands above my heart, over my new tattoo.

I don't think either of us could have formed a sentence at the moment, but I knew what she meant. I couldn't stop looking at her, the expression of love on her face as we moved together, every stroke bringing us closer. After a moment, she leaned down, moving our hands above my head as she kissed me.

She didn't protest as I rolled over, looking up at me with complete trust as I thrust harder inside her. I didn't want to release our hands. I liked being joined to her there as well. She wrapped her legs around my hips, and I knew I couldn't last much longer. "I love you, Nick," she whispered, and that was all it took. I came against her, feeling her tighten around me, her cry echoing mine.

I collapsed next to her, pulling her into my arms tightly as I tried to breathe again. She was trembling against me… or was that just me?

We were quiet for a long moment, just attempting to catch our breath and figuring out if it really had been that fucking amazing, and she finally spoke. "I think we're okay now. With the sex thing, at least."

I cracked up, holding her against me. "Yeah, baby. I think so."

Was that the alarm? I didn't need to get up, did I?

No, it was the phone. I stuck a hand out of the covers and reached for it, but I couldn't find it.

Damnit, another hotel room, where was the phone? I opened my eyes to look for it.

"Hello?" Nick said, and I fell back against the pillows. My hero. He saved me from the ringing. "Yeah… uh-huh…"

He caught my eye, and I grinned at him, remembering our day. Look at him, all gorgeous and mine. He had a towel wrapped around his hips. I guess he'd showered while I was sleeping. Good thing. We'd gotten a little sweaty.

The sweet sex had been very nice, and it'd made me feel so much closer to him. So after we'd caught our breath, we'd attacked each other, kissing and biting and fucking until we'd fallen asleep, exhausted.

"Sorry, Bri, Rachel and I just ordered something. Uh, no. Yeah, see you later." He hung up the phone and leaned over to kiss me deeply.

"What did we order?"

"Lunch. I called down before I got in the shower. I'm fucking starving. You wouldn't let me have breakfast."

"Should we have found a Waffle House instead of having sex?"

He considered me for a moment, raising an eyebrow. "Nah. Sex was probably better. Then again, there would be hash browns at Waffle House…"

I picked up the nearest pillow and whacked him with it. "I'll remember that the next time I want to seduce you in the morning. You prefer hash browns."

"I didn't say I prefer them… just that they'd be good," he giggled, dancing away from me, losing his towel in the process.

"Want me smothered and covered, baby?" I asked in my best seductive voice, and he laughed, lying next to me on the bed and pulling me into his arms.

"Let's not go there, okay?"

I considered him for a second, and then gave into giggles. "Okay." I kissed him, breathing in the clean, soapy smell of his skin. "Why did you shower? Don't we have all day? Couldn't you wait for me?"

"You needed to sleep, buttercup. This is your week off. You're supposed to be catching up on your sleep."

He was entirely too sweet, and I had to kiss him again. "Fuck sleep. I'd rather be having sex with my amazing, beautiful boyfriend." I nuzzled his neck, moving to lick at his new tattoo. He shouldn't have gotten a tattoo for me, not yet… who knew where we'd be in a year? But I still liked it. It was mine.

He ran his hands through my hair, guiding me to his nipple, his breath catching in his throat as I bit him lightly.

Then the doorbell rang.

We had a doorbell? Well, it was a pretty big suite…

"Fuck. Why did I order lunch?" he muttered, and I moved away from him.

"Because I'm starving! Go get our lunch and let me clean up a little."

He kissed me again before he let me out of bed, but he rolled away and found the hotel robe. I took the other one after I brushed my teeth, walking into the living room to find Nick talking to AJ at the doorway. "Rachel!" AJ yelled, and I grinned at him.

"Hey, sweetie. What are..."

"AJ was just leaving," Nick asserted, pushing AJ out of the way.

"Yeah, I'm going on your city tour. Get dressed and come with us!"

My what?

It sounded like it involved leaving the room, and Nick was definitely not interested in that. I knew that by the way he was fighting to shut the door as AJ barred it.

"Not interested!" Nick proclaimed. "See you later!"

He succeeded in shutting the door and turned to me with a grin.

"What just happened there?" I asked, uncovering our room service plates.

"Nothing. He was walking by when I got the food and had to harass me."

"Where is he going? My city tour?"

Nick put our plates on the coffee table and fell onto the couch, pulling me down with him. "I arranged one of those bus tours you like, because I wasn't sure what we'd be doing this afternoon."

"Aw, bunny… that's so sweet!" I cooed, kissing him.

He laid me down on the couch, leaning above me with a grin. "But fuck that. Let the fellas go. All their girls are gone, they've got nothing else to do."

"It's nice of you to arrange entertainment for your bachelor friends," I teased, and he sat up again, reaching for his lunch.

"At least they've got each other. I was just bored when their girls were here and you weren't."

"Oh, is that why you were picking up random groupies?"

Shit. I shouldn't have said anything. We'd been doing great there. The sex had been good… just lying in bed with her was even better. I finally felt like we were good again, and then I'd had to remind her that I'd cheated on her. Damnit.

She stroked my cheek, and I looked up from glaring at my burger, surprised at the sweetness of her touch. "I'm sorry, bunny. I shouldn't have said that. Just… don't you hang out with the boys at all?"

I shrugged, looking back at my food. "Sure. We do stuff. "

"Like what?"

I couldn't think of anything. We used to hang out all the time, when we first started, but then we got more money and could afford more rooms and more buses and bringing friends and girlfriends on the road, and now I only saw them when we were working. That wasn't so bad. Most people weren't best friends with the people they worked with. Right?

"You'll see," I told her. "When you can afford to have your own bus, you won't hang with your boys all the time."

As soon as I said it, I knew it wasn't true. The four of them really were best friends. I knew they were a little sick of each other now, but in a week, they'd meet up at the airport to go to Europe and they'd be totally happy to see each other. It wasn't like when Brian had found Leighanne and stopped hanging out with me all the time. Rachel and James had both had important boyfriends, and they were as close as ever.

Well, I didn't really know that. I hadn't know them before the boyfriends. But was it possible that they'd been even closer than they were now? Nothing was going to change that. Rachel could get married and have ten kids, and James would be 'Uncle James' and probably live right next door and be around all the time.

I'd thought my band would be like that. Once. But I'd been just a kid then. I'd thought I was going to marry Mandy, and Brian and I would buy houses next to each other and have kids at the same time. But he was five years older than me… of course we weren't going to do all the same things at the same time.

"I don't want my own bus," Rachel told me. "Then who would I bug when I couldn't sleep?"

"You can call me," I offered, making her smile.

"Okay, it would be nice to have some privacy. But… I don't know, Nick. I like my band. Were you ever like that, or did you always work too hard?"

"No," I admitted. "In the early years, we managed to have a lot of fun. AJ and I would room together and order every movie we could and drink the mini-bar and laugh. Porn dubbed into Swedish is really funny."

"Don't the Swedes make their own porn?"

"Not hotel porn."

That made her giggle, and I relaxed. I didn't want to talk about my band. It was too depressing, and I just wanted to be happy with her. "I'm sure James will tell me all about it. What about Brian? I can't imagine he would order porn movies."

"No… we played basketball a lot. That was fun." That's what he'd just called about, seeing if I wanted to play basketball. Leighanne was home with her family, so now he was bored and calling me. Whatever. Now he could see what it felt like when I said 'no'. I'd given up asking any of them to do stuff ages ago.

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