Oreos for Breakfast: Chapter 29

Oreos For Breakfast: Chapter 29
By the Paperbag Princess and Pumpkin Coach

I was starving. What time was it? Where the fuck was I?

I sat up, looking over Nick’s shoulder to the clock. 4:14. Please let that be P.M. and not A.M., because we still hadn’t done half the things I’d planned…

He sighed, rolling over in bed, and I smiled down at him. Okay, we’d actually done about a million times more than I’d planned. Was sex allowed to be that good twice in one day? I almost felt bad, like maybe we should be saving something for later.

Maybe later could be the sweet part of the day. I could give him a massage, and we’d take a bath together in the great, deep tub, and we'd order a great dinner from room service…

Fuck that. We needed dinner now. I was fucking ravenous. When did we have breakfast? Ten or something? Six hours and earth shattering sex later, I was allowed to be hungry.

Rolling out of bed, I pulled on his t-shirt and then considered the room. There were clothes and sex toys and various things scattered on the floor. We should probably clean up before someone came in with dinner. Damnit.

I pouted at the mess we made, then remembered I'd brought snacks with me. Because I was smart that way, always thinking ahead. I just forgot that sometimes. Running out to the kitchen, I opened the refrigerator, wondering what I'd brought. Wine, cheese… hummus! Fuck the garlic breath, we were just kissing each other.

Actually, my breath was not the only thing offensive. Lube, champagne, Honey Dust, sweat… I had to have a bath. Bath and snacks. Then I'd have the energy to clean up and we could order dinner. I fixed a tray for us, sampling everything until my stomach stopped growling.

When I went back to the bedroom, Nick was still asleep. I considered him for a moment, then found a place for the tray near the tub and started the water running. Should I brush my teeth or wake him up with a blow job?

He was probably just as gross as I was. The blow job could wait for later.

I picked up the room, making no effort to be quiet, and still he didn’t wake up. Finally I jumped on the bed next to him, poking his shoulder. "Wake up!"

He grumbled, snuggling deeper into his pillow, and I yanked it away.

"Hey!" I was using that…

Rachel grinned down at me, holding my pillow hostage, and I smiled as I remembered our day. Now what? How long had we been asleep? What did she have planned now?

"We need a bath. And we have got to change these sheets."

"We're in a hotel. Other people change our sheets."

"These sheets are gross. There are extras in the closet with the towels. We can change the sheets."

I pouted at her, making her laugh.

"Nick, we are disgusting. I offend myself. You were going to get a happy birthday blow job to wake you up, but that thing is not going in my mouth until it’s clean."

I did feel a little… sticky, actually. But I grabbed her, pulling her down to me and kissing her deeply, knowing my morning breath would gross her out, and she shrieked, wiggling away from me. "You’re pushing it, birthday boy! Yuck! I might have to rescind your last wish!"

"Can’t! No take-backs on birthday wishes."

She just rolled her eyes, moving off the bed and yanking at the sheets. "Brush your teeth, then help me make the bed."

"Yes, mom," I grumbled, going into the bathroom, and she laughed.

"Don’t even, little man. After the things you did to me, you’re gonna call me ‘mom’?"

I shuddered at the thought, and tried to forget about it as I looked around the bathroom, brushing my teeth. Water was running for our bath, and it looked romantic and inviting, with candles all over, and my robe hanging on the door next to some red silk thing for her to wear later… How was it possible that I wanted to make love to her again? We should both sleep for a week, after all we’d done today.

Hey, she even had food. Wine tasted weird after brushing my teeth, but I got over it, grabbing a brownie and going back to Rachel in the bedroom. She was yanking the sheets off the bed, but I stopped her, pulling her into my arms and offering her a bite of the brownie. "I should have known you’d go for the brownie," she teased, eating half of it.

"I love your brownies, Rache."

"I bring us fruit and wine and hummus and cheese and crackers, and you go for the bad stuff."

"Duh," I agreed, tossing the bottom sheet across the room. "It's my birthday. I can do whatever I want."

"Eat brownies and fuck your girlfriend senseless?"

"It is a perfect day."

She laughed, tossing me a clean sheet, but I meant it. This was a great day. I'd thought she'd get in this afternoon, and we'd have a nice dinner somewhere, and then some hot sex, but… I couldn't have ever dreamed this. She'd filled the day with new, amazing things, and it wasn't even half over.

She looked up from tucking a corner of the sheet in and caught me smiling at her. "What?" she asked, pushing her hair away from her face. There were brownie crumbs on her breasts, but I didn't tell her that. I liked her naked like this. She was so comfortable and un-self conscious in her skin, like she always made the bed in the nude. Maybe she did. We hadn't made many beds together. We were better at messing them up.

"I was wondering what else you have planned for the day."

"Oh." She tossed out the top sheet with a snap of her wrists, and it fell neatly to the mattress. How did she do that? "I think we've used everything in my clever bag of tricks, bunny. Oh, I can give you a massage. How's that?"

She couldn't quite meet my eyes, like she was nervous that I wanted more surprises, so I walked around the bed, pulling her into my arms. "That sounds amazing, Rache. I'm not sure if I could handle more kinky sex."

Smiling, she kissed me. "I'm not sure where else we could put things. I think I've been pretty well explored."

I laughed, kissing her neck. "Maybe normal average sex would be nice."

"After we take a bath," she agreed, then pulled away from me with a shriek. "Shit! The tub!" She ran into the bathroom, and I followed behind. If it had overflowed, we would have heard it, right?

It was pretty close. She turned off the water quickly, looking back at me with a laugh. "You were supposed to remind me!"

"Birthday boy. I don't have to be responsible for anything."

"So if it had overflowed, it would have been all my fault?"

"Exactly."

She rolled her eyes at me and turned back to the tub, opening the drain to let some of the water out. "Finish making the bed while I fix this." I started to whine, but she just held up a hand to me. "Make the bed, Nick. It's half done."

Pouting, I went back to the bedroom. I hated making beds. When I was a kid, Mom and I would argue about my bed all the time. I'd put new sheets on and then never make it again. What was the point? It just got messed up every night.

"Bath's ready, Nick!" I called out, slipping into the water. Oh, that was nice. It was a little chilly, wandering around the hotel room naked. This was better. We'd get all clean, then I'd put on my pretty red silk pajamas, and we'd order room service for dinner.

Nick appeared in the doorway and pouted at me. "I hate making beds."

"Aw, bunny," I cooed, holding out a hand to him. "No pouting on your birthday. Come here and I'll wash your hair and make you feel all better."

Still pouting, he came over to me. "That's not fair, that I had to make the bed."

"Yes, it was very mean of me. Let me make it up to you."

He got into the tub, settling behind me and pulling me against his chest with a satisfied sigh. Smiling, I turned to look at him.

"You hate making beds?"

"They just get messed up every night. What's the point?"

"Well, bun, we did sorta destroy this one. I didn't want to lie on those sheets any longer, and I didn't want to have to deal with the maids' knowing looks."

"Think they'd know?" he wondered, reaching over for something off our snack tray. I'd forgotten about the food! I moved away, facing him, so that I could reach the food easier.

"I think that hotel maids see a lot. We'll wash the messy sheets and put them back in the closet and no one will ever know. Our little secret."

"Us and James. Did you really tell him what you were planning on doing to me?"

"I figured he'd have good advice. And we've discussed the subject before."

He raised a questioning eyebrow at me, offering me some cheese on a cracker. "How long have you been plotting this?"

"Well…" I hesitated, eating my cracker. "With you, just a day or so. But, um…"

"Jeremy?" he asked, and I nodded. "But I thought you'd never done that before!" He sounded definitely disappointed by that, and I had to laugh.

"You're cooler than Jeremy. He never let me."

"Really?" He considered a second. "Yeah. He's a control freak."

I giggled. "Totally it. I've told you that by the end of our relationship, the sex was getting out of hand. We had a threesome with a guy, and he was more into Jeremy than me, if you know what I mean."

Nick smiled knowingly. "Did you feel left out?"

"No. Sorta. It was pretty hot. So, Jeremy screwed him, and really liked it, so he wanted to try it with me, but I told him only if I got to return the favor, and that was one of the many reasons we finally broke up. Anal sex became all about power to us, because it was just about the only thing left, I guess. It was the one thing I could withhold from him that he really wanted."

Man, Jeremy and I were fucked up. It was a good thing I never thought about this stuff too much, or we would not be in a band together.

"Did you..."

I went on, since I was on a roll. "We'd tried it, when we were first together and trying everything, but I could never relax enough, and he said it didn't matter, so we just didn't talk about it again. But then at the end, when we were going even further with things, he wanted it, and I just had to stop it somewhere. It was just too… much. Anal sex was the thing I picked. That's weird, isn't it? We had threesomes, and tried the bondage thing, and I picked anal sex as my final frontier? Doesn't everyone do that?"

"I never really have."

"No?" she asked, looking surprised.

"There are other things to do, Rache. Mandy never wanted to consider it, and other than that, I mostly had one-night stands. Anal sex is too much negotiating when you don't have much time."

She laughed. "Good point. It can be very difficult to talk about."

"Is that why you snuck up on me, then?"

Looking a little guilty, she fed me a bite of hummus on some pita bread. "Sorta… honestly, if we'd talked about it, would you have gone for it?"

"Sure." I had to reconsider my quick answer when she gave me a skeptical look. But now I knew how good it felt… "Okay, probably not. Because-"

She interrupted me. "It's all about power. Jeremy just couldn't stand giving that up to me."

"He had no idea what he was missing."

That made her laugh, and she kissed me. "Good answer. And I'm glad you returned the favor."

I cupped her face in my hands, just looking at her. "I can't believe we found something new to do."

Smiling, she leaned forward to kiss me. "Next year, you're getting the Kama Sutra. There's all sorts of new things in there."

"Any of them in water?" She squealed as I leaned her back into the water as I kissed her.

"What are you doing?"

"Have we ever done it in the bathtub?"

"Not nearly as much fun as it sounds like, trust me. Let me up!"

"Why should I trust you?"

She pouted up at me, holding on to the edge as I leaned over her. "Because you love me and you don't want me to drown?"

I laughed, moving back to my corner of the tub and letting her sit up. "No, why should I trust you on the tub thing?"

"Oh. Because water gets everywhere, and it's not a lubricant, so sex is not so much fun."

"Was that with Jeremy?" She'd done the bath thing with Jeremy. She'd told me before that he'd tell her anything when she washed his hair. That was another thing I had in common with him.

Smiling, she picked up a sponge from the side of the tub and moved towards me. "Yes, that was with Jeremy. See, he did all the icky stuff with me, and none of the good stuff. Aren't you lucky?"

I really was.

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