Oreos for Breakfast: Nick BSB Fiction

Oreos for Breakfast - Chapter 24

By
The Paperbag Princess
& The Pumpkin Coach

NOTE: The visual A.D.I.D.A.S. precedes Chapter 24

A glass of wine appeared next to me, and I looked at the cocktail waitress. I didn't order wine, did I? "From a young lady at the bar," she told me with a smile, and I smiled back. That was nice. And wine? No one ever sent me wine. Most fans thought I was a beer drinker.

Not that I should be drinking it, since I needed to leave for soundcheck in a few minutes. It didn't even feel like this was the last night of the tour. There wasn't time to party, just dinner with the crew after soundcheck. After the show we were catching a flight to NYC - and Rachel. Well, not just for Rachel… there was also the Concert for New York. Was it shallow of me to be more interested in seeing my girl than playing this really important benefit show?

I took a sip of the wine and looked across at the dealer. It was sweet. Maybe just one more hand? Maybe my luck would turn and I'd be able to add to 21?

"Tell her thank you," I told the waitress, and then I noticed the note on the napkin. "Wait…"

"For some backstage fun, call room number 5820," it read.

No. Definitely not. I was going to see Rachel tomorrow. No way was I risking that. Hell, I didn't even want to.

I picked up the wine and the napkin and placed it back on the server's tray. "Tell her thank you, but no. She can enjoy the wine herself."

She started to say something, but I just shook my head, giving her a tip. "Really. I don't even want it near me."

"Are you playing this hand, sir?" the dealer asked me, and I went back to my game.

"Yes." One more hand, and then soundcheck. Hell, I didn't even have time for 'backstage fun.'

Frank laughed, watching as the cocktail waitress returned with the wine. "I told you he wouldn't get it!"

"Damnit," I grumbled, searching through my pocketbook. I would make this work. "Isn't that his room number?"

"Yes, but he never remembers his room number," Frank reminded me.

"I should be happy he turned down the offer then, huh?"

Frank smiled at me. "You mean it wasn't a test?"

"No!" I told him. Maybe. A little. Damnit.

The waitress came over to us, putting the wine down on the bar. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but…"

"I saw," I interrupted. Hell, he could see me if he'd just look over here. But he was intent on his cards. It was sorta nice that he wasn't even curious about who sent him the wine, wasn't it? "Aha!" I exclaimed, pulling an old lipstick out of my purse. I usually wore the magical ones that never came off, but none of them were this bright.

Quickly, I applied some lipstick, and then took a sip of the wine, leaving a lip print. "Now, go back with this, and ask him if the Riesling is cold enough." She gave me a quizzical look. "If he doesn't get that, I'm leaving him."

Smiling, she left us. "I don't want to know, do I?" Frank asked, and I giggled, blotting away my lipstick.

"You decidedly do not. But he'll get it."

Geez, this was a persistent groupie. Now the wineglass had a lip print on it.

I knew that pink. Rachel liked that color. Was… no, she wore it sometimes. Coincidence, or someone saw it on Rachel and thought it might work for me. It was just wishful thinking that Rachel would actually be here for my last American show. She was coming to Japan next month. That was really the end of the tour. And that was totally cool. I was being stupid to really want her here tonight.

"The young lady is worried that perhaps the Riesling isn't cold enough for you, sir."

I just blinked at her for a minute. No fucking way.

"Where is she?" I asked, getting up from my seat and looking over at the bar. It had to be. No one else could possibly know about cold Riesling, unless my phone was bugged.

The dealer started to say something, and I slammed down my cards. "I'm out." I didn't have anything left anyway. I slid my last chip over to him as a tip and followed the waitress over to the bar.

Where was she? It had to be…

The most beautiful girl in the world stood up from the bar when she saw me, and I ran over to her, pulling her into my arms. "How did you?"

"I am extremely jet-lagged, but I'm here, bunny. I couldn't miss your last show. Frank tells me it's going to be fun!"

I put her down on the ground, finding Frank laughing at us. "I don't want to know, do I?" The crew had been planning something for weeks now. I could only imagine the practical jokes that would be happening on stage tonight.

Frank shook his head. "No. I just had to get Rachel here to further humiliate you tonight."

That was fine. I didn't care what happened to me tonight. Rachel was here. I just stared down at her, a lovesick grin certainly on my face. She smiled and stood up on her tiptoes, giving me a peck on the lips.

"Don't you want your Riesling, Nick?"

"Yeah, but not here." I turned to the waitress, "Can we get the whole bottle? Oh! And a tub of ice…"

The woman just laughed at me and nodded, "Certainly, sir. To your room?"

My heart sank. I had to get to soundcheck, didn't I? Rachel read my mind. "It's okay, bunny. I bet the boys will let you be a few minutes late."

Frank's deep laugh hit me, and I turned to him. "Oh… sorry. A few minutes? We know you two. We'll be lucky to get Nick to the show at all if I let you two go upstairs!"

"You have no faith in me, do you, Frank?" Rachel pouted.

"Should I?"

"Probably not. Let's get you to soundcheck, baby, and then we'll have some time before the show."

I unsuccessfully fought the urge to pout over at her and she smiled knowingly at me. Just two minutes ago I was okay. There was no hope of Rachel… she was tomorrow. Tonight I'd email her all sorts of dirty messages before the show and then from the plane, like I'd been doing all week. But now I didn't have to. Now she was here with me.

He looked so depressed all of a sudden. Wasn't I supposed to make him happy? What the hell? I shot Frank a look, and he just shrugged, standing up to maneuver us through the crowd. I took Nick's hand in mine and squeezed it, making him look down at me.

"What's wrong, bunny? Should I have not come?" I worried, and he shook his head.

"That's not it…" he started, but a girl came up to him, asking if she could have his autograph. "Yeah, just a sec…"

I waited by Frank in the elevator as Nick signed a quick autograph and smiled for a couple pictures. He joined us and pulled me into his arms as soon as the doors were shut.

"I'm glad you're here, Rache. It's just that there's so much to do and we won't have any time. It's unfair."

"I'm sorry, bunny, I couldn't get here any quicker. I tried…"

He silenced me, leaning down and giving me my first proper kiss since he'd found me in the bar. Oh, that was nice. I clung to him, trying to ignore the fact that Frank was standing beside us, and ran my hands down his back as he devoured me.

"You taste sweet, baby." He smirked as he pulled away, and Frank groaned loudly.

"Oh stop! You two are just… sick! You've got twenty minutes, Nick. I can't hold them off much longer than that!"

Frank pointed us to our room, and I grabbed the key from his hand. Nick leaned against my back as I fumbled with the key, nuzzling my neck. "Hurry, Rache," he whispered, his voice soft and hot against my ear.

This is why I spent the last 12 hours on a plane instead of waiting until tomorrow to see him. I wanted to feel him next to me. Email and phone calls were not enough.

"Rachel!" A voice behind me cried, and I jumped.

"Shit," Nick muttered, just as I felt him being pulled away from me.

Damn, Kevin. I turned around from the door with a smile. "Hi, Kevy."

He leaned down to kiss my cheek. "What are you doing here? I thought we were seeing you tomorrow at the show."

"I managed to get an earlier flight. I really wanted to see your last show."

"That is great, darlin'. So glad you'll be there. You're just in time for soundcheck."

"I'll be there in just a minute, Kev," Nick attempted, but Kevin put an arm around both of us, steering us towards the elevator. I could see Frank laughing at us, and I pouted at him.

"But I'm already late, and we know that never happens, Nicky."

"But, I…" Nick stumbled, trying to think of some excuse to go back to the room.

"Look! The elevator!" Kevin exclaimed as the doors opened and he pushed us inside. "Perfect timing."

Frank stepped on with us, and the doors slid shut. We were lost. I chatted to Kevin about Em, slipping away from him to put my arm around Nick's waist. This was good, really. I just wanted to be near him.

I really wanted to be nearer to him. Much nearer. And naked. But this would do.

Fucking Kevin. It had been weeks since I'd seen Rachel! She came all this way to surprise me, and he was making me work. It was the last fucking show of the tour. Who cared if I was there for soundcheck? Couldn't one of the roadies do that? Howie? Anybody?

I went through the schedule in my mind… soundcheck, dinner with the crew, meet and greet… damn, we weren't going to have any time together.

Then again, we were on a chartered plane to New York. There had to be a bedroom there somewhere, right? That bedroom was so mine. Fuck sleep.

I took Rachel's hand in mine as we walked down the hallway towards the backstage area, and she smiled up at me. "Sorry," she whispered. "I wanted to be here sooner."

I pulled her closer, kissing the side of her head. "Stop. I'm so happy you're here at all. But did I mention we're taking a chartered flight to New York?"

She raised an eyebrow at me. "Chartered? With a bedroom and all?"

"Maybe. If there's a private room on that plane, I'm calling it. Hear that, Frank?" I asked louder, and he turned around from opening the door to backstage.

"What?"

"I need to know if there's a private room on the flight. Because it's mine!"

"You don't get the bedroom, Nick!" Howie complained, overhearing me as we stepped inside.

"We'll draw for it," Brian offered.

"Rachel!" AJ yelled, coming over to us. He always noticed when Rachel was with me. "To what do we owe the honor?"

"I needed to see all the practical jokes tonight," she answered, letting AJ hug her. Howie looked at me.

"Alright, you can have the bedroom," he grumbled, and I smirked at him. Ha! Leigh was with Howie all the damn time. I could get the bedroom tonight.

If I could make it that long… I just watched her for a minute as the fellas clustered around her, asking about the European tour and telling her Em kept talking about her while we were re-shooting the "Drowning" video yesterday in Los Angeles.

Em had liked the way I looked when I thought about Rachel. I'd stand in front of the camera and she'd yell out, "Who do you get to see in two days, Nick?" and I'd smile and Em would laugh. Was this entire video going to be me looking like a lovesick idiot?

The show tonight might be the same thing. If Rachel was going to be sitting in the pit, I doubted I'd be able to keep my eyes off of her. She looked tired and jet-lagged, but I didn't care. She was still gorgeous to me.

The guys left her alone as they headed towards the stage for soundcheck, and she came back to me. "Can you live without me for a few minutes?"

"No," I answered quickly, and she laughed, kissing me.

"I need a shower, bunny. It's been like 24 hours since I showered. You have to soundcheck and everything. You won't even notice I'm gone."

"Yes, I will," I whined. "Stay. I don't care if you're smelly."

"Am I smelly?" she worried, trying to step away from me, but I pulled her back.

"You're delicious, Rache." I nuzzled her neck, hearing her sigh against me.

"I'll be more delicious if you let me shower. Wait until you see the outfit I'm wearing for you tonight."

"Does it involve blue silk lingerie?" I teased, and she grinned, moving away from me.

"Maybe."

His eyebrows shot up, and I grinned. I had plotted my outfit for tonight very carefully. Okay, it was sorta a no-brainer, after our phone sex the other day, but…

I could tell he was having the same thoughts when he pulled me closer to him, pressing his hips against me. Mmm, was that erection all for me? Damn well better be!

"Don't go, Rache," he murmured against my ear, making my stomach flip flop. "You don't need to change to make yourself sexier."

"Yes, I do, baby," I countered, looking down at my sweatpants and old T-shirt. Okay, so it wasn't sweatpants, it was a tracksuit from Juicy Couture. I loved free stuff. But still… it wasn't the tiny skirt and see-through shirt I had planned. "I really need to…"

"Nick!" someone bellowed, and we both jumped, moving apart. Nick gave me a rueful look and acquiesced with a sigh.

"Go. I'll get Frank to take you up." He kissed me, and five minutes later, I was in his room.

It didn't even look like his room. All his stuff was packed and sitting next to the door. Was all of this stuff going to New York with us? What happened to his tour bus now? Was it still here, or on its way to Florida? He'd told me at some point that he owned that bus and he didn't just rent it like the others.

What happened to the bus we'd used for the American tour? Was some other young cute group using it now? I should have left messages somewhere secret, warning them about evil morning DJ's in Cleveland and giving them some of Darien's recipes for things to make in a tour bus kitchen.

Or maybe our bus was just sitting in a lot in Florida, waiting for another run. It was rented from a place in Kissimmee, Florida. Lola told us that all the good tour buses came from there.

All right, I was overtired. I shouldn't be thinking about tour buses this hard. I found my little bag next to all of Nick's and took it back to the bathroom.

To get there, I had to pass the bedroom. Bed… Frank was going to be back to get me in an hour. I'd hang out while Nick was doing the meet and greet and then the show. I didn't take long to get ready. I could sleep for half an hour, then shower… maybe 45 minutes?

Catching sight of myself in the mirror, I shook my head. I was a total wreck from being on planes for the last 12 hours or whatever it was. No, showering was a better idea. Showering, and putting on sexy clothes for my boyfriend. Maybe there was a broom closet somewhere backstage where we could have sex. Just seeing him and feeling him near me was not enough. Was he more gorgeous than the last time I saw him, or was that my imagination?

Chapter added 3.7.04

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