Oreos for Breakfast: Nick BSB Fiction

Oreos for Breakfast - Chapter 23

By
The Paperbag Princess & The Pumpkin Coach

Something tickled my foot, and I looked down to find Bates' tail flicking against me as he stared at Rachel. "Go 'way," she mumbled, snuggling closer to me. I shut my eyes again, pulling Rachel into my arms, wanting to go back to sleep.

But I could feel Bates glaring at me. He was plotting how to kill me, I could tell. He was probably hungry, and Rachel wouldn't get up to feed him because I had fucked her into exhaustion.

Hell, we hadn't even had actual sex. It was pretty fucking amazing anyway… I nuzzled her neck, but she just sighed, moving away.

Alright, she was tired. She hadn't slept last night. At least I'd gotten some sleep on the plane.

And I wasn't getting any more, because that damn cat was glaring at me! Was he mad because he wanted to sleep with Rachel? We were at the wrong end of the bed, after all.

This was fruitless. I was hungry anyway. I rolled out of bed and found my pants, pulling them on. Bates jumped off the bed and stalked out of the room. Guess he was hungry, not looking for a place for a nap.

Rachel rolled over with one of her sweet sighs, sprawling out on the bed, and I almost lay down next to her again. But I was hungry. I'd find us some lunch, and we'd eat before I made love to her again.

We'd kicked a blanket off the bed, so I unfolded it and tucked it around her so she wouldn't get cold. Turning around, I found Bates in the doorway, glaring at me. Hadn't he left? Could I walk out, or would he attack me if I tried?

Thank God he moved away as I took a step towards the door. I followed him into the kitchen, and he stopped in front of his food bowl, glaring at me.

"Dude, if you're going to have that attitude, why should I feed you?"

I swear, he glared at me harder, and I could feel his answer: "Because if you don't feed me, I will kill you in your sleep."

"No problem," I told him, finding his food and shaking some into his bowl. He ignored me then, eating. Fine with me. Freaky cat.

What did we have for lunch? Didn't we buy something when we were at the grocery store?

We hadn't put away the groceries, had we? Fuck. I found the bags in the living room, trying to remember what we'd bought. I'd wanted ice cream, but hadn't Rachel said she had some?

Good. Nothing that would melt. I put the stuff away, keeping the Rice Krispies out. We'd had Rice Krispie treats that first time I was here, and I'd asked Rachel to make some today. But they were easy, right? I could make them myself.

Something smelled good… sweet. I rubbed my cheek against the pillow and opened my eyes slowly.

What the fuck? Was this my room?

This was my room from the wrong angle. Why was I asleep at the end of the bed?

Oh… right. I smiled, remembering how Nick had worn me out. I loved his tongue. Stretching my arms above my head, I looked around the room. Bates was asleep on my pillow, and Nick's clothes weren't on the floor, where I knew he'd thrown them. "Did you eat him, Bates?"

Bates raised his head and looked at me to say, "I considered it."

"You would. No, I think he's making me lunch."

I rolled off the bed and went to my closet. I considered putting on some slinky lingerie, but I was hungry. And I needed to make lasagna before we went to my family's place for dinner tonight. Tomato sauce would not be good with silk. Instead I pulled on an old pair of plaid pajama bottoms and one of Nick's t-shirts, then made my way downstairs.

"Are those Rice Krispie treats I smell?"

Nick just nodded, concentrating on putting them into the pan to cool them. He'd probably neglected to grease the pan, and they'd never come out, but I doubted that's why he was sniffling back tears.

I took the pot out of his hand and looked up at him. "What, bunny? Did you burn the first batch?"

He shook his head, trying to move away from me, but I took his hands. "Sweetie, what's wrong?"

"I was just thinking about the first time I was here, and you made Rice Krispie treats, and James came over…"

His voice broke, and I leaned back against the counter, looking up at him. "He interrupted the shagfest. That was very mean of him."

"It was such a fun night. And now James hates me. And I'm sure your family hates me. This place is so amazing, and I've fucked it all up."

"No. Nicky, baby, no. It's okay." I took his face between my hands, making him meet my eyes. "James doesn't hate you. We all hung out that last night in L.A., and it was okay, wasn't it?"

He shrugged, a little hope in his eyes.

"My family doesn't hate you, either. Mom is glad you're here, and I know the girls will freak out."

"Your brothers are going to beat me up."

"Maybe," I admitted, and he had to laugh a little. "It's okay. They'll forgive you. I love you, and they'll deal with it."

He kissed me, and I wrapped my arms around him. Taking only half a breath, he kissed me again, more demanding, and I stood on tip-toe to reach him. Picking me up, he deposited me on the counter, so I could wrap my legs around his waist and pull him close to me, feeling his growing erection against my stomach.

"I love you, Rachel. Thank you so much for letting me come back here."

"Of course. I love having you here in my house."

He licked my neck, pushing my shirt aside to nibble at my shoulder.

"Nick?"

"What?" he whispered, his lips against my skin making me shudder.

"We haven't had sex in the kitchen yet."

"I was just considering that," he admitted, and we both giggled. He slipped his hand inside my pants and licked his lips when he realized I wasn't wearing underwear. "Can we do it here?"

"I might fall off. The cabinet's in my way."

He kissed me again, leaning me into the cabinet. "Can't have that."

"Didn't we discuss leaning against the island once?"

"Mmm," he murmured against my ear. "You can bend over and I can fuck you from behind, holding onto your pretty ass? That sounds nice."

Nice wasn't the half of it. I reached up to kiss him again, sliding off the counter at the same time so that I could rub up against him. He groaned into my mouth, and I moved away to kiss his chest, tracing his new tattoo. I loved that he wasn't wearing a shirt, just jeans, and I could see all his tattoos. His breath caught in his throat when I bit lightly on his nipple.

"God, Rache, I…" He didn't finish his sentence when I reached into his pocket, pulling out a condom.

"How did I know you'd have one here?"

"I like to be prepared," he admitted.

"Good to know." I unbuttoned his jeans slowly, watching as his eyes darkened as they met mine.

She pushed my jeans over my hips and finally took my cock in her hands. God, that felt amazing… standing here naked in her kitchen in the middle of the afternoon. Was the door unlocked still? Could anyone just come walking in?

Okay, I shouldn't think about that too hard.

Instead I yanked at the pants she was wearing, and they fell around her ankles. She could keep the shirt on. I liked that it was mine, and her nipples poked through the soft cotton. Her eyelids fluttered shut as I dipped my fingers inside her, and I leaned down, sucking on her earlobe. "Oh, Rache, you're so wet. Do you like the thought of fucking me here in the kitchen? Anyone could see. The neighbors might hear us, because I am going to make you scream."

"Good." She opened her eyes, smiling at me. "Because what we did upstairs was amazing, but I want to fuck you, Nick."

Stepping away from me, she moved over to the island, holding on to the counter and looking over her shoulder at me. Her hair was everywhere, still messed up from sleeping on it, and my T-shirt hung off her body. It hid her curves, but her naked bottom was peeking out from underneath the hem. Fuck, she was amazing.

I went over to her, pressing my body against her back, and her head fell back against me as I reached around to cup her breasts. She whimpered as I pulled at her nipples, and I kissed her, feeling her moan into my lips. "Please, Nick," she whispered, and I took the condom from her fingers.

"Please what?" I teased, stepping away from her.

"Fuck me," she hissed, as I rolled the condom on. Sliding my fingers against her, I made her take a step back, arching her hips up to me.

"Who's begging now?"

"I am," she admitted, her voice dusky with need. "I want to feel your cock inside me. Please, I… Oh, fuck, yeah," she moaned as I thrust inside her. Fuck the begging. I was bad at prolonging the pleasure. That was her specialty, not mine.

I don't think she minded a bit, and she cried out as I thrust inside her, my hands on her hips, watching as my dick moved in and out of her.

Shit, I couldn't keep watching or I'd come in seconds. I moved over her, bracing my hands on the counter near her, and we both moaned at the change in sensation. "You feel so tight," I breathed, and she turned her head to kiss me.

"You feel huge," she sighed. "I'm so full of you…"

"Stop talking, or I'll come," I admitted, and she laughed.

"Not yet, baby. It feels so good."

I wanted to tell him a million delightful, dirty things, but I bit my tongue. I sometimes couldn't stop talking during sex, and Nick loved that.

This was too good to have it be over quite yet. He thrust into me, again and again, and I could hear the sounds of our bodies moving together, his breath in my ear, the moans I couldn't help as he pressed inside me yet again.

"Touch yourself, baby," he whispered. "Make yourself come for me."

I offered him my hand, and he sucked on my fingers, his eyes intent on mine. Fuck, he had an amazing tongue. Unable to stand it, I pulled my hand free, reaching between my thighs. I was so aroused I could barely touch my clit without shuddering, and I could feel my legs trembling.

Okay, I might not be able to do this for much longer.

I stroked my clit in time with his strokes inside me, and within seconds I heard myself screaming. As I caught my breath, he thrust inside me powerfully, almost lifting me off my feet as he bit down on my shoulder. Finally he groaned out my name and collapsed against me, exhausted.

We just lay there for a minute, gasping against each other, and I finally spoke.

"I am never going to be able to clean the pot you made the Rice Krispie treats in."

He lost it. He laughed so hard he ended sitting on the floor, naked and giggling. I picked up the pan and brandished it at him. "It was in my line of sight!"

"I just had some of the best sex of my life, and you're worried about a pan?" he managed to ask between giggles.

I sat next to him on the floor, laughing at myself. "You're lucky I had sex in a messy kitchen, baby. You know how I am."

"Is this a first? Sex without cleaning up the kitchen?"

Rachel was so weird. If the world only knew that the wanton sex goddess had to have a clean kitchen.

"Yes," she said, then shook her head, her eyes sparkling. "First time ever in a kitchen, I think." She considered something for a second, and I took the opportunity to kiss her. She stroked my cheek as we moved apart. "First time for sex in this kitchen, at least."

"Kitchens are not normally considered sexy, Rache."

"Oh, I don't know. Food is very sexy, and…" She gave up with a laugh. "You're right. There's the threat of open flame. Not so sexy. But I've never had sex in a kitchen before."

"Never?" Why did I find that difficult to believe? I found it difficult to believe there was anything Rachel hadn't done. Well, sexually. Well, within reason. I couldn't really see her dressed in leather, with a whip in her hand or anything like that.

Then again, Jeremy sorta deserved to get slapped around a little.

"Nah. Jeremy and I shared an apartment with James for a while, so no sex in public rooms."

"Not even when James wasn't there?"

"It was a rule," she told me seriously, and I had to laugh. "Really! James told us no sex in public rooms!"

"And that didn't make you want to do it more?"

"Well… maybe," she admitted. "But the kitchen was too small to do anything in. And then when we had our own place, another small kitchen. Damon wasn't into that sort of thing, and most of my other sexual exploits have taken place in hotel rooms. What about you?"

"Hotel rooms, mostly. Mandy and I… yeah." I nodded my head, remembering, and Rachel whacked me.

"What? You have to share!" she pouted, and I grinned at her.

"You really want to hear about me and Mandy and sex?"

"Not really, but I want to know why you're smiling like that."

"This was better, don't worry," I assured her, and she shook her head, standing up.

"I figured that," she said with great confidence, and I had to laugh. "I need to put my clothes back on and make lasagna. But I want to know what you and Willa did in the kitchen!"

"It's not that exciting, Rache," I told her, getting up and finding my jeans. "I was just smiling because when we moved in together, we made a pact to have sex in every room."

Rachel pulled her pants on, and then started opening cabinets and pulling things out. "And?"

"It was a very big house, buttercup. By the time we'd had sex in every room, we were ready to break up again."

That made her laugh, and she kissed me on her way over to the stove. "We've had sex in every room in this house, haven't we?"

"Smaller houses are better," I agreed. "Well…"

I started to say something about us breaking up, but she shook her head. "We broke up on the road. The house is still good."

"Good," I said, pulling her into my arms. "I like this house."

"You like knowing you've fucked me in every room."

"That too," I agreed, kissing her. "Definitely that."

She kissed me for a moment, then pulled away, handing me an onion. "Can you chop an onion?"

"Sure." How hard could it be? The look I gave it made her laugh, and she led me to the cutting board and handed me a knife.

"Cut it in half first. No, the other way. Then it's flat. You might take a finger off otherwise."

I scowled at her. I could cut things. I'd done…

Man, I'd never done this before. Mom cooked at home, and I was always on the road otherwise. I could heat things up and that was about it.

Rachel grinned and showed me how to peel off the skin, and she chopped half the onion into tiny even pieces in two seconds. It took me twice as long to do my half, and none of my pieces were the same size.

"It's fine," she assured me. "It's just going in the sauce. Can you peel a carrot?"

I could try…

He was so cute, concentrating on his carrot. Bunnies loved carrots, right? I giggled to myself, lest I disturb him and he lost a finger.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Bunnies and carrots," he said, not looking up, and I had to laugh.

"That is precisely what I was thinking, bunny."

"Of course you were. I was thinking that Damon was an idiot for not having sex with you in his kitchen."

I grinned at him while I set the Rice Krispie treats pot in the sink to soak. He had to pick a pan without a non-stick coating? "Yes, he probably was. We spent a lot of time in the kitchen, too."

"You did?" Finished with peeling the carrot, he picked up the knife and looked to me for guidance. I went over to him and cut a couple of carrot slices, stacking them on top of each other while I talked.

"Damon is a rather good cook. He actually taught me to put carrots in tomato sauce. You cut them in little pieces, like this, and it makes the sauce sweeter."

Nick scowled at my neatly cut carrots. "Carrots in tomato sauce? That's weird."

"You're just complaining about it now because I told you it was Damon's idea, aren't you?" I teased, and he pouted at me.

"Maybe."

Laughing, I dumped the onions we'd already cut into the pot, rewarded by a sizzle. "Not everything Damon did was evil. I wouldn't have stayed with him for so long if he was."

"What's your excuse for Jeremy?"

I stuck my tongue out at him. "Quit it or I'll start asking questions about Willa again. Keep cutting."

"Do I get lunch any time soon? I was planning on surprising you in bed with the Rice Krispie treats."

"That's a healthy lunch, bunny. But, yes, let's get the sauce started, and it can cook while we eat lunch. I'll make soup or something."

"Can we have grilled cheese?" he asked hopefully, and I nodded.

"Sure!" Grilled cheese and tomato soup was a lunch from my childhood. His, too, I guess.

We were quiet for a minute, chopping and stirring and making things, and then he spoke again. "Are you going to see him when you're in London?"

"Who, Damon?" He nodded, presenting me with a pile of badly chopped carrots. I took them anyway. They'd just cook down. Hell, the girls would probably search the lasagna for the Nick carrots.

I handed Nick the can opener and a can of tomatoes and he smiled. "I can handle cans."

"Good, sweetie. I'll keep you on can duty." I stirred the carrots into the onions, considering his question. "I doubt it. We're only in London a couple of days, and except for day one, we're swamped."

"What's day one?" He proudly gave me an open can, and I took it with a grin.

"Well done, baby. Day one is the day we get in. We have a record company party that night, but nothing else. I imagine I'll hang out with Em a little." Would Damon be at Em's? Nah, she'd never let that happen. "No, I doubt I'll see Damon. I certainly won't be going out of my way to find him."

"He was an ass at the VMAs," Nick stated, and I had to nod.

"Yeah… he was stoned, too, and that makes him an asshole. Anyway. I doubt I'll be seeing him. No worries, bunny."

Nick shrugged, searching for a pot for the soup. "I wasn't really worried. Well… not jealous worried. Worried that seeing him would upset you."

I put down the spoon I was stirring with and just looked at him. "Really? That's very sweet."

"Seeing him at the VMAs sorta freaked you out, Rache."

I hugged him. "It did. And you were so good."

I felt him put the pot he was holding down, and then he wrapped his arms around me, kissing the top of my head. "I won't be there this time."

"It's okay," I whispered. "I'm better about him now. And James will be there to protect me."

"James will not beat him up."

I laughed, looking up at him. "Neither would you. I'll be fine, if I do end up seeing him, which I won't, because I'm too busy."

"Would he come to your show?"

I pulled away from him, going back to the stove. "Nah. He was never terribly impressed by us. And he hates pop radio, and that's what we are now. Besides, Duran is coming to our show! I won't even notice stupid Damon."

Em never should have told me that Nick Rhodes and Simon LeBon were planning on coming to our show. James and I freaked out every time we thought about it. Nick laughed as I went on about Duran, and I was perfectly happy to stop talking about Damon.

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