Oreos for Breakfast: Nick BSB Fiction

Oreos for Breakfast - Chapter 22

By
The Paperbag Princess & The Pumpkin Coach

"Rachel!" AJ called out, and I went over to where he was standing next to the dinner buffet. Nick had gotten pulled away from me as soon as we'd walked into the venue, and I was glad AJ was there for me to talk to. Better than any of the girlfriends. Where were the girlfriends, anyway?

"Hello, darling," I said, kissing his cheek. "Where's Sarah?"

"Home. She flew out this morning. You and Nick should have gone on that tour thing. It was cool."

I shrugged. "We, uh, made other plans."

He wiggled his eyebrows at me. "So, you make up finally?"

"Yeah," I admitted. "We had a nice day together."

"Well, good. I'm glad for you both. But you'd better let him out of bed for Kevin's thing tomorrow, or it'll be bad."

"Kevin's thing?" I asked, surveying the buffet. Did I want to eat? I might… Nick and I'd had lunch and fallen into bed again, and then we'd had to run to get here on time. Yeah, food might be a good idea.

"It's Kevin's birthday tomorrow, and there's some softball game arranged. It'd be nice if Nicky made an appearance."

"It's Kevin's birthday?" Shit, should I get him a present? Nick should, definitely. We needed to shop tomorrow. "Yeah, we'll be there."

AJ rolled his eyes. "Good. I know he'll be there if you know about it. He uses you as a very convenient excuse to ignore the rest of us."

What? I was the excuse?

"He'd say that you guys use your girls the same way." I countered, reaching over for a plate. Backstreet had better catering than we did, even if we did have Darien on our team. I skipped right over the salad and went for the fresh seafood.

"We do not! Nick can hang out with us whenever he wants. He knows that." AJ stole a shrimp off my plate and I glared at him. No stealing the food, dude!

"Did you ever try asking him?" Nick had tried so hard this afternoon to pretend that he didn't care that the guys were always off doing other things, but I knew from the hurt look in his eyes that wasn't true. Maybe if the guys weren't always off acting married, Nick might not end up doing stupid things like drinking too much and cheating on me.

Hell, if AJ hadn't pushed them all away, he might not have been in rehab.

What, was I their counselor now?

AJ waved a hand at me. "He knows."

"He doesn't, Alex. Believe me."

He considered me for a minute and then finally nodded. "Yeah… we're a pretty dysfunctional family."

I nodded at him. "I think you are. We'll be at Kevin's thing tomorrow, but I'm leaving tomorrow night. Try and do some stuff with him while I'm gone, okay? Remember that he's around?"

He hugged me. "For you, darling, anything!"

"For me?" Suddenly Nick was standing in front of me, looking down at my plate, and I gave up, handing it to him.

"Oh, fine. You and AJ can just eat off this one. I'll get another."

I turned, and Nick grabbed my arm, pulling me back, "I don't wanna share with AJ… wanna share with you, baby."

I had to smile at his goofy grin. It was insane how much he amused me, wasn't it? "Then we need more, because you will wolf this down in a second. I know you."

Ignoring his pout, I grabbed another plate and piled food on it indiscriminately before joining him at a table in the corner. "Feeling antisocial?"

He shrugged. "Dunno. I see them all the time and you're leaving tomorrow. It's not a romantic restaurant, but it's the best I can do here."

"You could have sprung for a candle!" I teased him, and he laughed, pulling his chair closer to me and leaning down to kiss me. Before he could pull away, I ran my hand through his hair and deepened our kiss. Had we done the promised 20 kisses a day yet? Probably. But he was so good at this.

"Wow," he sighed as we pulled apart. "Can we forget dinner and go find a coat closet or something, Rache?"

"Ummm… no. You have to be charming for your public soon. Besides, the boys will accuse me of monopolizing you!"

"Like they care," he muttered, looking back down at his plate.

"They do, bunny. Hey! AJ just told me that there's something for Kevin tomorrow. A softball game?" That was it, right? These boys and their sports. My band would be doing competitive Jell-O shots or something. Hell, we'd spent my birthday getting band tattoos.

"I suck at softball, Rache," Nick whined. "Why don't we do that city tour we didn't do today, or we could just stay in…" His eyebrows shot up and I considered him for half a second.

"No… we should do something with the boys, Nick. It's Kevin's birthday! That's a big deal. Besides, I bet you look really sexy in those baseball pants..." I teased, reaching behind him and pinching his butt before he could stop me.

Later, watching him onstage, I had to reconsider that baseball pants vision… this was much sexier. Damn… he was just amazing. Sweaty and earnest, flirting with the camera and me… Yeah, I might be a bit biased because he kept looking down at me here in the pit and singing, making silly faces and smiling. I was such a sucker for that - especially the sappy ones. I almost felt bad for the fans in the front row. They'd paid dearly for a little attention from Nick, and I felt like he couldn't keep his eyes off me.

Okay, I didn't feel bad enough to leave. I knew I had to leave tomorrow. Logically, it made sense. I could go home and sleep for a few days and get things together for Europe. I knew I needed that time to myself. Hell, just to drive through my city again. I'd talked to James earlier today, and he'd said it was strange being there again after everything that had happened. It would be so much easier to avoid it, but I knew I couldn't. Shouldn't. Whatever.

I jumped to my feet as Nick sauntered across the stage, catching my eye and winking. Just for me. I loved the end of their show. After all the sappy ballads, they became another group altogether, AJ and Nick owning the stage, simply exuding sex as they did all the songs that I dreamed of covering.

Nick walked over to his dance partner for "Shining Star" and licked his lips as he moved in time with her, his pelvic thrusts causing the girls behind me to scream louder than they had all evening. And that was loud.

I rolled my eyes as he raised an eyebrow at me and ran his hand down her arm slowly. Not working, Nick, you couldn't make me jealous. At least two could play that game, right? I turned my head toward AJ, and he caught my eye as he rubbed his hand down his chest and grabbed his crotch. I giggled and raised an eyebrow at him. God, AJ was on tonight, too.

I was quite enjoying having both the hot Backstreet Boys vying for my attention. It was fun being the only girlfriend in the pit. Nick glared at AJ and grabbed another dancer, putting his arm around her seductively and then standing in front of me, completely missing his mark, to deliver his next line

you know that I adore you
wanna be there everyday for you
to satisfy your every need baby

I raised my eyebrow at him and crossed my legs, letting my short skirt ride up on my thigh, thereby eliciting a 'good god' from AJ and more squeals from the girls behind me.

Kevin was going to kill me. He was going to ban me from all future concerts if I made Nick miss any more entrances or dance steps. But I didn't care. Like always, I was going to have to say goodbye too quickly. I hated that.

They disappeared after the song, and I glanced at the side of the stage. AJ would be doing his intro to "The Call" now, and I could ravish Nick for the minute or so while AJ rambled. I blushed at the thought and then heard AJ say my name. What the fuck?

He had the cell phone to his ear and was looking at me, smiling. "Rachel! What are you doing calling me? I'm kinda busy…" Then, in a stage whisper, with a shocked expression to the audience, "He's right down there!" He pointed to the stairs at the back of the stage, and the screams were deafening. " He's gonna kill me if he finds out it's you, babe. No…" He was standing right in front of me, the spotlight hitting us both. I rolled my eyes at him, laughing as he continued, "Baby, it's over. You picked the blond! I've got a show to do!"

What the hell!? I heard Rachel's name and ran to the monitor to see what AJ was up to. There he was, pointing down at her, teasing her about calling him. He was such a dork. But she was just laughing. Actually, she looked sort of annoyed.

Or maybe I was projecting. I was wishing she'd come back here when we left the stage so I could kiss her, touch her… anything. My senses were on overload after today, along with having her smiling up at me from the pit all night. It was like no one in the world existed but Rachel. Well, Rachel and a couple of the dancers and fans I was using to tease her.

Seeing her all jealous was really kind of cool when I knew it wasn't real. After our day today, I felt good again. I knew she loved me and… we were okay. Besides, usually I was the one that was acting jealous and mad when she was flirting in front of me, and it was fun to see her acting that way.

I nearly missed my entrance as I watched her with AJ. She looked so pretty in that dress. I never got to see her in dresses. She said she couldn't wear them to play guitar and I guess she was right. They'd just ride up and all. Actually, that might be kind of cool…

"Dude! Now!"

Howie was yelling at me from the steps, and I tore myself away from the monitor. I was going to see her in a few minutes, right? Just two more songs and we were good. A short bus ride to the hotel and then she was all mine again. I didn't have to share her with anyone.

As soon as Nick's blond head disappeared under the stage for the break before the encore, I was there, too.

He was beautiful. Positively glowing and covered in sweat. Before I could think better of it, I jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. His hands fondled my ass as his tongue shot into my mouth. I moaned loudly as he forced my mouth open, not caring who might be standing nearby looking at us. I didn't think he was going to last through the encore as he ground his hips into mine and I felt his growing erection. I kissed him roughly and ran my fingers through his wet hair, making it stick straight up. He was beautiful and all mine in about 10 minutes. We'd go back to he hotel and stay up all night fucking and talking and being giddy just to be in the same room together.

I don't know what came over me… I leaned in and bit his neck, sucking on his skin hard. He held me tighter and moaned my name. Mine.

My head was still spinning as someone slapped him on the back, and he dropped me quickly, his smile blinding me. He turned as he darted up the steps, and I could see a red mark growing on his neck. What was I, 15? Did I just give my boyfriend a hickey? I giggled and covered my mouth with my hands as I imagined what Kevin was going to think. Now I was never going to be allowed near him during a show, let alone sitting in the pit! "Bus!" Nick bellowed and pointed to the stage door.

Okay, I'd miss the encore. It was a ballad anyway!

I ran backstage, and Frank tried to glare at me, but he couldn't do it. Instead he just followed me to the bus. He went to get on, and I whipped around to face him, holding up my hand.

"What do you need?" He was so damned polite it was funny. He glanced behind him and then at me.

I just shook my head. "Him offstage as soon as humanly possible and a long bus ride to the hotel - alone! Think you can manage that? I promise nothing will happen to him, and I really think I heard Howie ask for extra security." I kissed the top of his head and he smiled at me. "You can go protect Howard!"

He rolled his eyes as we both heard the deafening screams. They were almost done. "They're waving goodbye, Frank."

He pushed me inside the bus. "Fine! He's all yours. But you can't get off at the hotel until I come get you!"

I beamed at him. "You're the best!" I called as he turned back to the stage door, and I distinctly heard him muttering that he liked it better when we were fighting.

I wanted her alone. In my bed. Right now. Or I was going to fuckin' lose it.

I didn't even wait for my riser to hit the floor before I jumped off and moved toward the stage door. Frank was beside me quickly, giving me that look that I knew too well. That "why the hell do I bother" look. I just smiled at him. No one was ruining my mood tonight. Not even him!

Ever since Rachel had appeared in my life, he'd been perfecting that look, hadn't he? My whole attitude toward touring had changed. Suddenly I didn't want to stay cooped up in the hotel room, being protected from the watchful eyes of the fans. I wanted to experience things - with Rachel.

She's what changed. And I'd almost thrown it all away. But she was here now. Mine again. I could barely breathe as I remembered holding her in my arms this afternoon. Waking up beside her, tangled up in her and the sheets… That's what I really wanted. I just wanted to fall asleep and know she'd be there when I opened my eyes.

Frank was barely keeping up with me as I raced through the backstage area. At one point he called out "left" to me and as if on autopilot, I followed his direction, not even glancing back. Someone handed me a towel, and I ran it over my head, soaking it instantly.

Finally, we reached my bus, and Frank opened the door, handing me a set of earplugs. I just stared at him. "I'm with Howie. Thank your girlfriend. Geoff will probably want these."

I just stared at him as he closed the door on me. I threw the earplugs down on the driver's seat and ran to the back of the bus. "Where the hell are you, Rache? Geoff's got earplugs, we can do whatever we-"

She didn't even let me finish, hopping up into my arms as I entered the back room and slammed the door behind me. God, I loved her smile. And that look in her eyes... pure lust. " Where were we?" she whispered as she bit on my ear playfully.

"Oh, baby," I moaned, as she positioned herself against my hips. "I'm going to lose it standing here." I rushed over to the couch, letting her fall onto it as I dropped to my knees. I ran my hand along the inside of her thigh, smiling as I realized that she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

She leaned over and grabbed a condom off the table as I continued caressing the top of her thigh. "Have you been like this all night?" Knowing that might have killed me. I would have jumped into the pit, fans and cameras be damned!

She bit her bottom lip and just shook her head, pulling me down to her and kissing me roughly, wrapping her leg around my hips. "This is just for you, Nick. And I've got more surprises for later."

Jesus, how could I get her to dress like this more often?

I smiled against her neck as I kissed my way down to her shoulder. I slid the strap of her dress off, kissing her bare shoulder, and she pulled up on my shirt. Quickly it was off, and I shivered.

"You're soaking - are you cold?"

I shook my head. "Not for long." I quickly unbuttoned my jeans and stood up, pulling them off along with my shoes. She laughed as I fell next to her on the couch when the bus started to move. Geoff wasn't making this any easier! She took the condom and knelt down in front of me, taking my cock in her hand and stroking it roughly. Before she rolled the condom on, she leaned forward, licking me like a lollipop, teasing me. I let my head fall back against the cushion as she slowly swallowed me.

"Oh baby… yes. God, your mouth is so warm. Suck me. Please… don't stop."

I loved it when he started out talkative. Sometimes we just got silly, starting to sound like a bad porn film. But then other times I'd just close my eyes and hear the need in his voice, and it'd be enough to pull me along with him.

He opened his legs wider and groaned, and I followed his lead, letting him run his fingers through my hair and hold my head still as he bucked up against me, pushing more of his cock into my mouth. Damn, I loved the feel of him in my mouth, his body writhing under me. I got off on the power and he knew it.

Suddenly, I felt his stomach start to quiver under my fingers and I tried to stop, wanting to join him. But he tightened his grip on my head, "Don't stop, baby. Use your teeth. Just a little… that's right. Oh God… fuck..."

I reached up for him as he started to come. But he was lost in his own climax, holding on to my head tightly as he shuddered. His breathing finally steadied and he smiled, finally looking down through half-open eyes and motioned for me to join him on the couch.

"Oh, baby… you're so amazing," he whispered as he pulled me up against his sweaty body, sighing as he kissed my forehead. "That was… incredible."

"Nick…" I looked up at him and he smiled slowly, but didn't open his eyes to look at me.

"Yeah, baby?"

Suddenly, I could barely breathe. I felt like someone had punched me as Nick lay there next to me, a satisfied smirk on his face, not even caring enough to look at me, use my name. I pulled away from him, and he finally opened his eyes, looking up at me questioningly.

"What's the matter, ba…"

I didn't even let him get the last syllable out before I lost it. "I have a fuckin' name, Nick!"

Then it hit me. I felt like a fucking groupie sitting there opposite him still fully clothed as he recovered from his orgasm. How many other girls had sat here next to him? Who would be here tomorrow when I wasn't?

He sat up quickly, reaching out for me, and I moved away. Images of him dancing onstage, shaking his hips and making the little girls scream, flashed through my mind. And the girls… all the girls in the front rows who looked up at him with unconditional love. The girls that would be there, not hundreds of miles away.

Then the memory of him sitting across from me at that restaurant in LA flashed through my mind. I saw his eyes full of tears as he told me he'd do anything for me, anything to make up for what he'd done. I blinked back tears and grabbed his pants off the floor. "Put something on," I spat at him and looked away quickly before I lost it.

I shook my head, trying to clear it. I didn't want him to see me crying and being all jealous and stupid. He was the jealous one, not me. I cleared my throat and wiped away a stray tear before looking back at him.

He was silent as he fell back against the couch, raising his hips so he could ease his jeans over them. "God, Rache… I'm so sorry."

His voice was barely above a whisper, and I turned to face him as he reached out for me. I stiffened but let him pull me into his arms. Oh hell, here we were again. How the hell did we end up here? What was I doing? Weren't things good a minute ago?

Maybe we still needed to talk about some things. Damnit.

I didn't know what had just happened. But whatever it was, it wasn't Rachel that I'd just been with. I'd closed my eyes, and it hadn't mattered who was sucking me off. It'd only mattered that I was going to come. It'd only ever been that way with groupies and one-night stands.

Never with Rachel.

With Rachel, it'd always been about what we were sharing, how we were making each other feel. It'd never been this one-sided. She'd teased me once that we could never be lovers because rock stars had a sense of entitlement to oral sex. I'd told her I'd never be that way with her. And I'd believed it.

I looked down at her hurt expression and felt like my whole world was about to crumble on top of me. Oh fuck, I couldn't do this. No way could I lose her again. Suddenly I couldn't breathe, and I felt tears running down my face. I swallowed hard, trying to control my breathing, but it was no use. She wrapped her arms around me tighter and held me for a moment.

"Shhhhh…" Over and over again, her soft voice was in my ear, trying to calm me, but it wasn't working. I was gone. Suddenly every fear I had of losing her came crashing back to me. Fuck, my whole body ached. I was tired of fighting and crying and… just everything. For a day it'd been good again, and now I'd fucked it up! I couldn't go back to not having her in my life, trying to replace her with groupies and girls who only cared that I was a Backstreet Boy.

She looked up at me, and I wrapped my hand in her hair, holding her roughly. I needed to get her back. I kissed her fiercely, sucking on her tongue and biting her lip. She tried to pull away, but I wouldn't let her, holding her close to me. I'd make this better. I had to.

I tried to move over her, but lost my balance and we rolled off the couch, landing with a thud on the floor. I pinned her down, my hand pushing up the fabric of her dress and rubbing her roughly. I parted her legs with mine and she looked up, meeting my eyes briefly before she pulled my belt loop, wrapping one of her legs around my waist as she freed me from my jeans. I entered her quickly and then stopped. I wasn't wearing a condom.

"No," she whispered in my ear breathlessly, "Don't stop."

She didn't have to ask me twice. I knew what this meant. She was trusting me… and asking me to do the same. I didn't deserve it… and we had enough problems, didn't we?

"I love you, Rache…" I sighed as I buried my face in her chest and pulled away from her, finding the condom she'd had before that was now on the floor. She wrapped her arms around me, rolling me over as I tried to open the wrapper. Straddling me, she took it from me and rolled it on quickly and then positioned me at her opening. She laced her fingers in mine, leaning forward and holding them above my head as she pulled me into her.

Her breasts were right above me, and I needed to taste them. Her. Fumbling for the hem of her dress, I pulled it up quickly, and she took the hint, sitting up briefly so she could pull it off before leaning back to me. I remembered her putting this lacy bra on after our shower tonight. Modeling it for me and teasing me, telling me I could look but not touch. I was fuckin' touching it now. I sucked at her nipple through the lace, running my tongue over her again and again. I knew how much she loved to have her nipples sucked while she rode me, and I was rewarded with a deep moan. "More, Nick… oh God, more…" she moaned, raising her hips up and then pounding back against me, pulling me into her deeper.

Suddenly we were one again. She let go of my hands and ran her fingers through my hair as we both shook and I came inside her, surprised that I could come again so quickly.

It was my turn to comfort her as we lay there gasping for air. I wrapped my arms around her, and she leaned her head against my shoulder, whispering that she was sorry and that she loved me.

What the hell had that been about? My head was spinning, and I just held her tighter, kissing her cheek and tasting her tears. Fuck, hadn't I promised myself that I wouldn't use sex to solve our problems? What was that? Why could I never remember that? I got overwrought and it was all I could think about to make me feel better.

We were so fucked up. I thought things were good, but we were just fooling ourselves, weren't we?

The bus stopped, and we both jumped. In an instant she was off me, sitting on the couch and pulling her dress back over her head. I knew Frank would be here in a moment to lead us into the hotel. We had to run the gauntlet.

I rolled onto my feet and raced to the bathroom, trying to remember what I needed to do. Pants, shirt, condom. Okay, not in that order. When I came back into the room, buttoning my jeans, she came over and half-smiled, trying to lighten the tension between us. "Teach you to call me baby, won't it?"

I didn't know what else to do, so I laughed. She reached up, fixing my hair. "I'm sorry, Nick. I overreacted."

I started to tell her no, it was all my fault, but Frank's voice through the door stopped me. "We've got about twenty out here. Do you want to just move through or be nice?"

I knew what her answer would be. "Be nice. But not very. Five minutes, tops."

Five minutes with fans, another five to get to the room, 10 minutes and we'd be alone.

Too long. I wanted to hold her and tell her a million times how much I loved her. The last twenty minutes had been too weird… too much had happened, and I didn't feel like any of it was resolved.

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