Oreos for Breakfast: Chapter 28

Oreos For Breakfast: Chapter 31
By the Paperbag Princess and Pumpkin Coach

Clockwatching
Lately we're running out of time, aren't we?

"Nick?"

He shook his head against the pillow, but didn't turn over to look at me. He'd fallen asleep last night before his hair dried and now it was sticking up all over his head. I reached over and patted it down and he sighed at my touch.

"It can't be morning." He rolled over to face me, pulling me back down onto the bed and I didn't fight, relaxing next to him. He squinted at the light and then shut his eyes tightly, hiding his head in the crook of my neck. "Damn, you smell so good, Rache."

Oh, hell, we might as well keep sleeping, right? His tongue traced tiny circles behind my ear and I couldn't suppress a small moan.

Last night he'd been so angry with me. I'd stayed at the end of tour party a little longer than I'd planned and I didn't get here until five a.m. By then he was asleep, but not before he'd left a lot of drunk, angry messages on my voicemail. Yeah, I could have left after our set and driven here to be with Nick.

But I didn't want to. I wanted to stay for *NSync's set and see the nail in the coffin for the boybands. Justin and I had been joking about the end of the era all night, and that was more fun than being here and hoping that Nick would pay attention to me for a second in between talking to his boat buddies.

But I'd crawled into bed with him, and he'd pulled me into his arms, still sleeping. I'd used his chest as my pillow. This morning I hadn't wanted to wake him as I listened to the sound of his heartbeat in my ear. I'd missed him so much these last few weeks.

I knew when we'd taken the *NSync tour that it meant Nick wouldn't be hanging around much. I can't say that I blamed him. But I still didn't think it'd be like this. He'd come out a couple of times, but mostly we just traded phone calls and emails. Usually that drove him insane, but this time was different.

"Are you still mad at me, bunny?"

He frowned and I could tell he was considering how he should answer that question.
Finally, he smiled down at me, kissing the tip of my nose quickly, "I can never stay mad at you, Rache."

"But last night…" I started carefully and I felt his entire body stiffen at my words.

He shut his eyes again, taking a deep breath, "Don't."

"What?"

His eyes shot open, and he sat up in bed, his warm blue eyes suddenly looking colder. "Can we just let it drop, Rache? It's over. Tour's over. It's all over. Let's just be normal again, okay?"

I'd promised her things wouldn't change. But everything felt different. It was like we left the Point two months ago and became different people. It wasn't just the abortion. No, after that we'd been closer than ever. Hell, even James seemed to think that we might be getting married or something, the way we were so close at her mother's that last night.

Nope, not getting married.

I glanced down at her and saw my ring hanging around her neck on a chain. I guess I should be glad she wore it at all. But not on her finger so the world could see she was mine.

The last two months had been nothing but stories of *NSync. Every time I turned around I saw her with Justin fucking Timberlake. He was always talking about her. How hot she was and how much she needed to trade up for the better boy band. I knew she didn't give him a second look. It was just for publicity, but it still hurt a little to see it.

Or at least I'd thought it was all about the publicity until last night. When she didn't come back to be with me like she'd promised… what was I supposed to think?

"What the hell does that mean, Nick? What's normal?"

"Well, it's not normal that you'd blow me off to party with Justin fucking Timberlake."

"It's not normal that you ignore me for some stupid boat race, either."

I wasn't… she… she was pissed off about the boat? Since when? She'd been having fun yesterday. Wasn't she?

We just sat there, staring at one another, when Pop knocked on our door, calling out that we had to be at the airport in an hour and we both yelled that we'd be ready.

Fuck. The last thing I wanted to do was be stuck on a fucking boat with a million of Aaron's fans pretending to love my family and that everything was right with my girl. Some fucking vacation. Things were so far from right, but I had no idea how to change that.

I thought maybe giving her time alone would change that, but it hadn't. Not being with her made me crazy and made me do stupid punk-ass Nick things like drink too much and hang out with beauty queens and strippers hoping it'd make her jealous.

Was that what I was doing?

Well, it obviously wasn't working very well. Instead of being jealous and coming back to me, she stayed in Orlando partying until 5am with them. With him.

She'd told me I'd hate her for what we did. She'd told me that it'd change everything, and I'd insisted it wouldn't. But didn't it? Right now I had no idea how to make everything like it was before there had been the baby or even the hope of a baby, no matter how brief that had been. Now there wasn't a baby and Rachel didn't wear my ring and part of me wondered if this was just all her way of telling me she didn't love me enough to be mine.

She slipped out the bed, "I'm taking a shower."

The door had barely closed before I sprang out of the bed, pushing it open again. "Don't… Rache… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ignore you yesterday, I just…"

"I know, you were just excited. But I didn't stay last night to fuck Justin Timberlake, you know? So where are we, Nick?"

I shrugged and then I saw it. The fear in her eyes. She looked away quickly, wiping a tear from her cheek.

"Rache, baby, please stop. Come on… I promise… we'll be okay. We just need… fuck, I don't know."

She let me pull her into my arms and I rubbed her back. She sniffled against my chest and then pulled away from me slowly, "I don't know how to make it all better, Nick. I'm lost."

All I could do was nod at her, resisting the urge to push her up against the wall and make love to her. Good sex always just prolonged the inevitable, didn't it?

"I know, Rache. I'm trying to be better." I took a deep breath and tried to smile at her, "I'm sorry I was so angry last night. I just wanted to be with you, baby. It was so cool when we won and you were there. And then the next thing I knew you were gone and I just wanted to make you stay." She started to say something, but I stopped her placing my finger over her lips. "I know you couldn't. You had a show and that was great. And you told me not to come and that was okay… but then you didn't come back to me."

"I'm here now, bunny," she whispered, looking up at me timidly and I nodded.

"Yes, but you know me."

"You go crazy when I'm not right here."

"Yeah, Rache. I hate missing you so bad. But you're here now. And you don't have anything to do for a while. We can lock ourselves in our cabin on the ship and then go to the Point house and just…"

I stopped. I couldn't go to the Point with her.

"You have to be in London after the cruise," she reminded me.

"Come with me."

She shook her head. "You'll be working. And I… you know me, baby. I need to go home for a couple of days. It's been a while."

The last time we were there was the abortion. We were both thinking the same thing, and I pulled her into my arms again. It had been amazing, being there with her, even if it started out horribly. I wanted to go back there. I wanted her back.

We were quiet for a minute, and then she kissed my chest. "Why don't we blow off the cruise and go down to Miami? We can get that great suite at the Delano again."

She looked up at me and I smiled at her. "I loved that suite. Remember the rain?" I pulled her against me, kissing her before she could wiggle away and scold me about my morning breath.

"I remember you pounding into me as we watched it, baby. God…" Reaching over, she turned on the water and pulled her t-shirt off, looking back at me, the smile echoed in her eyes. "That was amazing, Nick."

Coming up behind her, I cupped her breasts in my hands, kissing her neck hungrily. We had to meet the ship when it docked in Nassau or Aaron and mom would fight over who got to kill me first. But we had enough time for a quickie in the shower, didn't we? I needed to feel her against me, hear her cry out as I made her shudder and break apart with loving me. I knew I could make this better. I had to.

"Nicky! This bed is huge!" I laughed, stretching out on it. "My arms don't even reach the sides. I thought cruise ships were supposed to be tiny."

Granted, I didn't think we were just getting a tiny inside cabin since Nick's entire family was going on this cruise. I doubted they were paying for anything, either. But I hadn't really paid attention to the plans. I just knew that when the tour ended, Nick and I got to go on a cruise for a few days. Sun, water, no phones… all sounded great to me. Well, when I didn't think about all of Aaron's fans.

Nick admired me for a moment, all sprawled out star-shaped on the bed, before he got that look in his eyes. Man, I loved that look. The 'if I don't make love to you this moment my head will explode' look. I sure hoped it was only for me. Better be. I sort of screwed up last night, but somehow I thought he'd be letting me make it up to him today.

"What's that look, baby?" I teased, as I kicked off my sandals and arched my back. "Damn, it feels good to stretch out after standing in that long line."

"Quit teasing me," he growled, springing forward and landing on top of me. I laughed as his lips connected with my neck, licking and sucking like he couldn't get enough of me. My laughing stopped as his warm hands found their way under my shirt. I loved the feel of his hands on my body. "God, Rache," he breathed against my skin as he cupped my breast in his palm, "That line was fuckin' interminable."

There had been a long line to check onto the boat and we'd gotten to bypass most of it, but we still had to do normal things like get our pictures taken for our ship ID cards. "Interminable?" I squeaked. "Where did you learn a big word like that?"

"Long. Fucking long. Painfully long," he groaned, arching his hips into mine so I could feel his growing erection. Didn't sound painful to me.

Smiling up at him, I ran my fingers through his hair, drinking him in. God, I missed him the last couple of months. I knew we had to go back to our lives, but part of me really just wanted to stay barricaded at the Point with him. It scared me to know that, too.

"That's my Nicky… no pretentious long words."

He responded by kissing me slowly. Damn. I loved that way he kissed me. Tentative at first, nipping on my bottom lip and then letting his tongue slide into my mouth, like he was savoring every movement. I loved the feel of him, the taste of him… just him.

Instinct took over quickly and he was pushing his hips against mine, finding that spot where he knew he fit perfectly. We laid there for a while, listening to the waves underneath the boat and feeling the warm air coming in from the balcony, just kissing and touching each other.

We didn't have to fuck quickly because he had a show or I had press or the band was waiting downstairs. There wasn't another flight to catch for a few days, even. We could lay here on this big bed for hours and just kiss and moan and tease one another until…

My head was spinning, ears ringing as I followed his lead. His t-shirt joined my sandals on the side of the bed and I kissed the tattoo on his chest as I wrapped my legs around him. Suddenly he stopped kissing me, sighing as he rolled off me slightly. "Fuck."

Damn. The ringing wasn't in my ears?

"Yep?"

Not 'hello' or 'Nick' or anything that would qualify as a standard telephone greeting. No. My Nick opted for 'yep.'

"Dork!" I giggled, rolling over to cuddle up against his side as he talked on the phone. Soon there would be no cell reception, so I guess I could allow him one last call with the mainland. He smiled down at me, mumbling something as he kissed my forehead tenderly.

"Yeah, just got in… Nah, we need to sleep first, then we'll go exploring…"

I arched an eyebrow at him and he tried not to laugh as he gave out a very fake yawning sound. There was no sleeping. Just sex. That quickie in the shower had so not been enough. It'd been weeks since I'd had any time with my boyfriend. We had a lot of things to catch up on.

I moved away from him, reaching up to lift my shirt over my head. Nick was trying to pay attention to the phone, but I captured his free hand, bringing it up to my lips and then twirling my tongue around one of his long fingers slowly. Getting him nice and wet so he'd slide through my lips.

"Shhhhit…." He sighed, before catching himself. I giggled as I placed his large hand on my breast and straddled him. I fucking loved this - doing naughty things to him - when he couldn't respond. I guess he was right. I liked to tease him.

He continued talking as I ran my hands over his chest, letting my fingers tickle his skin as he moved his hand on my breast. Leaning forward, I sighed into his ear. "Are you gonna talk all day, bunny?"

I felt his dick twitch inside his shorts and I looked down, but he grabbed my hand before I could reach my destination.

"Gotta go, A… No, don't… I'll come next door when we're done ummm… sleeping. Don't want to wake Rachel, she's had a long week, you know."

I heard Aaron laughing on the other end of the phone.

Shit! I thought that was Vinnie or Tony. Hell, even Anna got called 'man' on occasion. But not Aaron! I blushed as Nick put down the phone, and then fell back on the mattress, covering my face with my hands.

Damn, she was too adorable. I knew she'd freak when she realized I was talking to Aaron. It was too fun to tease her.

And be teased.

I loved it when she was in a playful mood. Much better than our stupid fight this morning. Or last night. Or last week. We were fighting too much lately. But now it would be good. We just needed to be together.

"Your brother?" She groaned, moving one finger so she could see me.

"Yeah, baby. He says hi and reminds us that he's just next door."

"Oh, man. I'm going to hell."

I laughed, helping her out of her shorts quickly before I covered her body with mine again. Holding her hands over her head, I leaned down to kiss her, "Nah, he didn't hear… much. Besides, Mom and Pop are on the other side."

"Nick!" she groaned, but not for a good reason. She tried to move away, but I wasn't going to let her go anywhere. It's not like my family didn't know we were having sex or anything. Screw them. I wasn't leaving this bed until I heard much more groaning from her - for the right reasons.

Quickly, my mouth found her breast, and she moaned. There. That was the right noise. We probably had an hour or so before Aaron got bored enough to bug us again. That was plenty of time.

Or not. That noise was definitely coming from our balcony. We hadn't closed the door, had we?

"Nick! This is great! We can get into each other's rooms from the balcony."

Rachel screamed, pushing me off of her. I rolled off the bed, grabbing my shirt. "Not one more step, little man!" I warned, pulling my shirt on. Had he seen anything? It was stupid of us to not even close the curtains before we started… but I wasn't really thinking about that when she was teasing me while I was on the phone.

I could hear giggling from the balcony. Great, Angel was with him. Rachel and I were going to have no privacy, were we?

The ship hadn't pulled away yet. We hadn't unpacked. Rachel and I could still get away, couldn't we? I just about to suggest that to her when the bathroom door slammed.

"Please join us on the Lido Deck for our disembarkation celebration in five minutes," a voice over the loudspeaker announced.

Too late. We were trapped on a ship with my family for the next four days. Great.

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