Oreos for Breakfast: Chapter 26

Oreos For Breakfast: Chapter 26
By the Paperbag Princess and Pumpkin Coach

"Like country wasn't bad enough?"

I glared at Aaron and Rachel as someone in the back jumped up and screamed as the intro started. They were not seriously going to make me perform this song! It seemed like everyone else in this bar got to single normal songs. I hadn't even been too mean to Rachel and Aaron! But no… I got… this. I wanted Journey or The Cars or something cool… not boyband crap.

Okay, maybe I'd better not diss the boyband stuff, huh?

"Oh, we are completely serious, Nickolas!" Rachel called out.

Aaron cackled, joining her in taunting me, "And I want the dance, too!"

Rachel could barely breathe because she was laughing so hard. Why did I love this woman again?

Because only Rachel would make me do karaoke to an *NSync song and think it was hysterical. I shot her another glare for good measure before I started to sing along. Guess I had no choice.

The way they were dancing and laughing at me, there was no doubt that now she and Aaron were just ganging up on me. I guess I should be glad that Aaron wasn't pouting anymore, right? He'd been insufferable yesterday, trying to show her up and picking fights just because he could. He knew she wouldn't call him the brat that he was. But right now I'd take that over having to do this stupid song and dance.

"Might sound crazy, but it ain't no lie… bye bye bye… baby!"

I did the stupid dance along with the girls at the back table. No question, they were fans. One of them snapped my picture, and I just had to laugh, ruining my ability to hold that last "baby" like Justin did. Or was that JC? I could never tell them apart. Maybe we should call James and ask. As soon as I had the thought, I cracked up.

Maybe I was getting too drunk to do this karaoke thing properly, huh?

Finally the song came to an end, and I went back to our table. I grabbed Rachel's drink, not caring that it was more ice and juice than alcohol, and finished it in one gulp. "I'm gonna need so much more alcohol to get that bad taste out of my mouth, Rache!"

"C'mere, baby," She pulled me down next to her, licking her lips in the process. She had such pretty lips… before I knew it she was sitting on my lap, kissing me like she hadn't seen me in a week. Oh God, that silly song did not just make her hot, did it? That was too freaky to contemplate!

She let me go with a sigh and leaned her head on my shoulder, her breathing shallow. Far away someone else took the stage and started a really bad version of "Born to Run," but I didn't look over. All I could focus on was Rachel. I tilted my head up to kiss her, and Aaron threw a straw at us, hitting me in the forehead. I stuck my tongue out at him before kissing Rachel again just to spite him.

"Real mature there, Nick!" he giggled. "Why don't you and Rachel just get a room?"

"Okay!" I started to move, and suddenly Rachel regained her strength, stumbling off my lap and back into her chair. Her cheeks were flushed… she wasn't that drunk when I got up to sing, was she? I narrowed my eyes at Aaron, "What did you do, little bro?"

He tried to act all innocent, but he wasn't that good at acting.

"I'm fine, Nick. Go on… pick a song for me!" Rachel interjected, seeing the look that must have crossed my face.

"You are not fine, you are so wasted, Rache! You didn't get wasted on the girly drinks… A… what the hell did you do?"

He couldn't hold back his smirk. Rachel looked over at me, and then down at her drink. "Floaters."

"What?"

"Floaters." She nodded as she licked the remaining remnants of sugar from the rim. I was mesmerized for a moment by her tongue. Did I love her lips or tongue more? Maybe her hands… she had really nice hands. Hard from the calluses, but also soft… okay, maybe I was drunk, too.

"Rachel gets it in one!" Aaron nodded, reaching for his glass, and I pulled it away.

"And what are you drinking?"

"Rachel said I could!"

"C'mon, Nick, it was just one beer. Not gonna hurt him. Your dad lets him do it all the time, he told me."

Oh shit, Mom was going to kill me! Sure, Aaron drank. A beer once in a while at home. Angel did, too. My parents didn't believe in sheltering us from stuff like that. But not out at a club where anyone could be watching.

I grabbed his beer and finished it for him, "Let me settle the tab. Then we'll get going."

"I wanna sing more!" Rachel pouted up at me as I stood up.

Leaning down, I kissed her forehead, smoothing her hair down, "You need to sober up, buttercup."

Aaron heard that and cracked up. "I should make you sing the dorky buttercup song!"

And without a moment's hesitation he was off, looking through the book again.

"That song's not dorky," Rachel shot back, but it was no use, he was smiling as he thumbed through the book. I sat down next to her, defeated.

"He got you plastered, Rache."

"How old am I, Nicky?"

"26…" Where was she going with this? Did she think I was plastered, too? Okay, I might be getting there. Someone in our little party had to stay sober so we could find the hotel.

"Uh-huh… I know a floating shot when I encounter it. And your brother… he's not a very good actor. He's way too proud of himself. At least he's not calling me a money-grubbing whore anymore."

I clasped my hand over her mouth, "Stop!"

She wiggled away, and then leaned over me, picking at the left over nachos in the middle of the table. She took a big bite and then offered me one. "Whatever. I'm a big girl. I can handle it. He's liking me now."

I had to kiss her again. She was entirely too cute when she was drunk. She'd let Aaron get her drunk so he'd like her?

Aaron waved me over. I stood up too fast, making the whole room spin for a moment before Nick steadied me. His arm felt good around my waist, I could just feel the warmth of his hand on my back. My senses were in overdrive now. I loved to see Nick perform. Even if it was just silly karaoke songs, he was still adorable, rocking out just to make Aaron laugh. They were really cute together. I almost forgot that 24 hours ago Aaron couldn't stand me.

I stumbled up onto the stage, taking the mic away from Aaron as he laughed at me, "You won't know this one," he taunted me.

They'd both been trying to stump me and hadn't managed to yet. My musical tastes were way too eclectic. I even knew the music theatre ones! The cheesy synth started and even on this bad karaoke version of the song, I knew it just from that. I bopped my head along to the beat, hitting a long air guitar note along with the backing track.

"No way! Even you aren't old enough to know this, Rache!"

Was he calling me old?

"It's Bon Jovi, dork!" Nick interjected for me, leaning across the table and messing up Aaron's hair. Damn, they were too much alike, weren't they? I could just see Nick looking young and innocent like Aaron… hell, he looked that way now! But Nick wouldn't be dumb enough to think he could stump me with Bon Jovi's first hit, "Runaway." He knew my brother was a huge Bon Jovi fan!

"I'm from Long Island," I said too loudly in a bad Long Island accent and the girls in the back cracked up. They were definitely fans. They hadn't asked either of the boys for an autograph yet, but I kept catching them taking pictures.

Whatever. I was going home with the cute one. And I was planning on fucking him senseless, too.

I started to move toward him, biting out the lyrics way too dramatically when the cord stopped me. Damned cheap karaoke bar equipment! My first instinct was to yell at someone for not putting enough lead on my cord. That was so Jeremy, though. I giggled as the image of Jeremy on this stage flashing through my head. Of all the things my little band had been obsessed with, oddly, karaoke had never been one of them.

Maybe I'd get a karaoke machine for the bus for Christmas. Band present. I bet Lola would like karaoke.

"I miss Lola," I sighed as Nick and I walked arm-in-arm along the water later, making our way back to the hotel. The cooler night air was sobering me up a bit, and Aaron was walking ahead of us, talking to the girls that'd followed us out of the bar. Turns out they were staying at our hotel, too. What a coincidence.

"Okay…" Nick drew out the word, and I looked up at him.

"I was just thinking about her when I was singing that last song. I'm going to get the boys a karaoke machine for the bus as a Christmas present! I bet Lola will like that, too. She has to have a hidden talent, right?"

"Her talent is getting you to interviews on time."

"Stop it!" I threw my hands up over my ears, "I'm on vacation, no talk about schedules or interviews!"

"You brought up Lola," Nick laughed at me, pulling my arm down before kissing the top of my head as we continued walking along the wooden dock that led to our hotel. It was a beautiful night. The moon was just a sliver, and I could see a million stars. I'd only ever seen this many stars before at home.

Just a few hours ago we'd stood out here and watched the sunset. I sighed at the memory. It was just amazing and it'd reminded me of that first night Nick and I had gotten together… we'd watched the sunset at the Point. I think he'd remembered it, too. Luckily it was warm enough for shorts, but not so hot I didn't want Nick to be next to me. I hated that about the summer… sometimes it was too warm to even snuggle. That sucked!

One of the girls ahead of us giggled, and I saw Aaron take her hand. I whispered up at Nick, "Is your brother hooking up? Is he allowed to do that?"

Nick shrugged, slowing his walk to give them some space, "Dunno… you're the one who was plying him with alcohol tonight."

"I was not! It was one beer!"

"Oh, not the pout!" Nick stopped walking, facing me as I pouted up at him. "I am sober, and I will resist the pout."

"Wanna bet?" I flirted. He walked me backwards until my back hit the railing. His hands came down on either side of my hips, trapping me there between his body and the ocean.

"Nope," was his only answer. Suddenly his lips were on mine, his slippery tongue invading my mouth. Probing and tasting me. Or was that me? Who cares? I just wanted more. Needed more. Were we going to get to finish this time? All day seemed like it'd been a series of false starts.

I felt a moan rising in the back of my throat, and he moved closer, rubbing his hips against me so I could feel his cock. Not hard yet, but I knew it wouldn't take much. His hand left the wooden railing, trailing goose bumps along my arm as I tried to move to take him in my hand. How close to our hotel were we? Could we magically be there now or, better yet, five minutes ago?

Just a quickly as I'd been pinned against the railing, Nick moved away, grabbing my hand and pulling me along to catch up with Aaron. My head was swimming with all sorts of sex thoughts now… I didn't want to play chaperone!

"You are an evil bastard!" she exclaimed as soon as the door to our bedroom was shut. We'd left Aaron down at the pool with his new friends, telling him he could stay out until 2… that was okay, wasn't it? Not like they were going anywhere. And the girls said they didn't have to be back until then.

I quickly stopped caring about Aaron as I looked up to see Rachel stepping out of her shorts and pulling off her top in one movement.

"Our little kiss made you that hot, baby?" I laughed, raising an eyebrow at her.

"You…" She narrowed her eyes, closing the space between us with one step, "Now."

Her fingernails scratched me as she pulled up my t-shirt. That was a new sensation. Usually they were short so she could play her guitar. I grabbed her hand, bringing it up to my mouth. Watching her intently, I slowly sucked her thumb into my mouth before biting down gently. Just enough… I could feel her breath on my face as she waited for my next move, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Now?" I teased just to see her body tense again before I lifted her up and dropped her on the bed. Quickly, I lost my shorts and fell on top of her. Oh yeah, this was good. Now was good. We didn't need a lot of foreplay. That'd been all day!

Her fingers trailed down my stomach, and she grasped my cock so firmly that I cried out before I could stop myself. "God, Rache… more… fuck…" I'd lost the ability to utter a coherent command. All the blood must be rushing to my… yeah, there.

She moved her hand up and down my cock, and I had to get her out of what little bit of clothing she still had on before it was all over. But I was powerless to move. She pushed on my shoulder, and I fell back against the mattress as she kneeled over me to take me into her mouth. Oh, fuck, yeah, better than her hands. Her mouth was so warm and… God, not the teeth… she was gonna push me over…

Suddenly she stopped moving. I felt my cock throb deep in her mouth, the tip hitting the back of her throat. Oh, that was… amazing. I wanted to move, but I loved the feeling of her engulfing me. Then her hands moved, spreading my thighs apart and she cradled my balls in her palm, increasing her pressure before sliding her finger against that sensitive spot right behind them… Yeah, I had to move… no stopping it now.

I bucked up against her and she choked a bit. She'd told me once about being too drunk to give head and I worried that maybe I'd hurt her, but I looked down and her eyes were closed. Yeah, she was enjoying it. Gaining control again, she steadied my hips against the mattress before moving back to suck hard on just the tip, her hands working my shaft.

And it was all too much. Seeing her through the curtain of her hair as she went down on me, my cock disappearing into her soft, pink lips, the tiny sighs of pleasure she made in the back of her throat as she took me in... Just too much. I came quickly and she went with it, moving down again to take me all in, playing with me with her tongue until my entire body shuddered, tensed and then finally stilled.

"C'mere…" I pulled her up to me, and wrapped my arms around her, just loving the way she felt in my arms. I loved her in my arms, the way her warm body seemed to fit so well against mine… the way our breathing would synchronize as we drifted off to sleep… I kissed her softly and she sighed against my lips. "I love you, Nick."

We were quiet for a moment and I smiled, snuggling against his bare, soft chest and savoring the feel of him in my arms… me in his… us tangled together on the bed. I was surprised he hadn't moved to take off my bra, usually he loved showing me how quickly he could get it off and this was one the easy ones. It clasped in the front. I looked up to tease him and he snored.

He what?

He was sleeping? This was a joke, right?

It took me a moment to process this. I was the one… I started this! Me! I unhooked my bra and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and leaning down to kiss him. I'd wake him the fuck up.

No movement. Not even a little bit of stirring… not even down there. I kissed him again and he moaned against my lips before trying to turn over.

Bastard!

I was… I wanted him! Something! He'd been fucking teasing me all night up there and then out by the water… I shook his shoulders and his eyes opened. He smiled up and me, and then pulled me down, "C'mere, baby, let me hold you."

Okay, he must be still asleep because even he couldn't possibly think that was gonna fly!

"Hold me? You owe me, Carter!" I exclaimed, hitting his shoulder a little harder than I'd meant to.

His eyes sprang open, and he stared up at me, "Shit… did I fall asleep? Oh… sorry…"

He giggled that last bit, and I couldn't help but laugh with him. We'd had a long day entertaining Aaron and running all over Key West. We were probably both too tired to do this properly… but I needed something!

Fuck it. I pulled off my bra, and he smiled, running his hand slowly up my abdomen until he found his target. I loved his hands on my body… strong and big. He teased my nipples, and I ground my hips against him, searching for some relief. The soft silk of my panties got in the way of the sensation I wanted, though, so I leaned back and Nick took the lead, pulling them down off my hips as I fell back against the soft bedspread.

As soon as I was free of them, he lifted one of my legs, raining kisses around my ankle and sucking gently. I held out a hand to him, and he sucked my fingers into his mouth briefly before turning his attention back to my leg. That was good, but I wanted something else.

"Damn, baby," Nick practically panted as I touched myself, spreading my lips so he could see how much I wanted him. "Do that again."

My slick fingers slid around my pussy, and his kisses moved up my leg faster as my strokes got more urgent. Finally he met me, kissing the back of my hand before pushing my hand away gently so he could taste me.

Oh yeah, this is what I needed. Well, one of the things… but that'd been a pretty big orgasm for him, and I didn't want to wait for Thor to come back to life. Sighing, I relaxed back against the bed and let him explore me, making me moan as he tilted my hips up so he could get a better angle. Too soon I felt myself falling down that abyss as his fingers filled me. I grabbed hold of the comforter as my orgasm overtook me.

Before my body relaxed, he was on top of me, caressing my face, murmuring how much he loved me between his soft kisses. "Satisfied now, buttercup?"

Very. But I could only nod in response as he settled against me and I snuggled back up against him, pulling the comforter around our naked bodies.

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