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?

"Guy! Sweetie!" Em cried, holding out her arms to a slightly nerdy looking guy sitting at the mixing board. He leapt up, pulling her into a hug.

"Em, darling, to what do I owe the honor? I'm working with American ex-boybanders today, not British. Rob will be gutted that you missed him."

"I see plenty of Robbie," Em said, but I was still back a sentence. Nick's an ex-boybander? Did something happen while I was flying over here?

Rachel, stop it. It was a figure of speech. Nick's still with Backstreet, he's not making life decisions without talking to you. At least I hoped not. The stupid racing team was one thing, but quitting Backstreet was really serious.

In no time at all, my mind was racing to the worst-case scenario, wasn't it? Just like on the cruise a few weeks ago. I needed to stop that, but I couldn't figure out how. Maybe this was what I needed. Surprising Nick here in London - someplace that was neutral territory. Sorta. Neutral for us as a couple, at least. It was far from neutral for me. That was part of why I was here. I wanted to have some Nick memories here.

"I know you're here with Nick today," Em went on, pulling me over to Guy. "I told his girlfriend you might be convinced to let her surprise him. Guy, this is Rachel Connor. Rachel, meet Guy Chambers, the magic behind Robbie Williams."

Like I didn't know that? I was only in awe of the man. He had a way with a melody that even put Nick's Max Martin to shame. And a really nice smile. "The famous Rachel Connor. What a pleasure!" he told me, shaking my hand. "I am a huge fan."

"Likewise. I told Nick I was terribly jealous that he was getting to work with you."

"He mentioned that," Guy informed me with another grin. "Among other things about you."

Really? He was talking to Guy about me? "Good things, I hope," I tried to joke, but I watched his reaction closely. Please don't let Nick be whining about me to strangers.

"You are a virtual paragon," he said, nodding. "A goddess among women."

"Hardly," I answered, blushing. Maybe I shouldn't be so worried. Em poked me, letting me know I was being silly. She'd been doing that a lot today. Telling me I was being silly, not poking me. I'd arrived on her doorstep with less than a day's notice, but she didn't care. She'd arranged for a great room at the Electric House so Nick and I could lock ourselves away after exploring London. And now she was about to get Guy to give Nick the day off so we could play.

He'd want that, right? I knew that Jive was pushing him to finish up the CD, but all the songs I'd heard were great. He was working on one while we were on the ship that I really liked. It was about fame and how he wanted to be normal, but not in an egotistical way. I loved that about my Nick. Even with half the world recognizing him, he could still be fairly normal.

"Where is he, then? Did he oversleep?" Em wondered, looking around for Nick. It wouldn't surprise me, the way he'd been out partying with Tony and Vinnie since he'd gotten here.

Not that I was checking up on him. No. I just freed up some time in my schedule to surprise him.

"He's concentrating," Guy told us with a smile, motioning towards the recording booth.

I loved Nick concentrating. He was hunched over a notebook, scribbling madly, his tongue caught between his teeth as he thought. So cute, my boyfriend. He was nodding his head to the beat coming through the headphones he had on, singing a line and then writing it down.

Guy turned up the track so that we could hear it in the other room. This one I didn't recognize. More electric guitar than he was using on other tracks I'd heard. He did have a tendency to want to sing the ballads, but this didn't sound like one.

"It's nearly done. He'll look up in a minute, so you better move if you want to surprise him."

Em's flashbulb caught his attention, ruining the moment. Or maybe not, because I wanted that picture to turn out. That was one to put in my writing notebook for inspiration.

Nick blinked at the intrusion, but he smiled when he realized it was Em taking the picture. Then he glanced beyond her, and did a double take when he saw me, that huge smile I loved creasing his face.

Okay. He wasn't here just because he wanted to get away from me and was hiding out in the studio. That was my look, my smile, and he could never fake that. In a moment, I was swept into his arms, and I hugged him back, sighing in relief. How could I ever be worried about coming to surprise him?

"Rachel! What are you doing here?"

"Surprising you?"

She looked worried as she said it, though and I looked past her to Em. Was there something I needed to be worried about? Did something happen? It wasn't like Rachel just to fly across the ocean on a whim…

Em smiled, pulling Guy out of the room. "Let's get some coffee, Guy," she said, shutting the door behind them, smiling at me as they went.

"Are you okay, buttercup?" I whispered as I held her tightly, but she just nodded against my chest.

"I love you, Nick."

Well, duh. I knew that. She told me that practically every day. We'd promised to talk at least once a day and we'd been making good on that one. I'd send her funny text messages when I had free time in the studio, and she'd respond with long emails detailing how she was doing. Sudden Silence was trying to demo new songs for their CD, so she was busy in New York.

"I know that, buttercup. I love you, too. Did you really fly five hours to tell me that? Or are you checking up on me? I confess! I didn't go to the Portrait Gallery like you told me to!"

She loved London, but I'd never really been here long enough to explore. I'd been here for a week, and every day she sent me information on a new place to find. I'd only actually made it to about half of them. I mean, who really wants to go to some boring museum when London had so many cool clubs? Vinnie and Tony and I were having a great time.

"That's it! We're off to the Portrait Gallery!" she teased, turning around and reaching for the door, but I blocked her, locking the door quickly before she could escape.

"I have a better idea for something to look at, Rache." All week, I'd been out flirting with girls, but I couldn't do anything with them. Now my girl was right in front of me, and I didn't want to wait.

Before I knew it, her coat was lying in a heap on the floor, soon to be joined by my shirt and her sweater. This was a recording room, so it was soundproof. Well, it better be.

I broke our kiss long enough to push her down on one of the couches and she didn't protest as I fell on top of her. I didn't want to suffer through traffic to get back to my hotel. I could never wait to make love to her when she was right in front of me. Apparently she agreed. Grabbing me through my jeans, she stroked my cock as she writhed and moaned underneath me.

"Tell me…" she panted and I kissed her again.

"I love you, Rache."

"No… where…"

"The hotel's too far away, baby. Em will keep Guy busy, promise. Just let me… god, Rache, please just let me…"

She giggled at my incoherence, but I didn't care. Right now all I felt was the blood rushing to my cock and all I could hear was her gasping for breath as I eased her panties over her hips. Leaning down, I kissed her exposed hipbone, letting my tongue linger there as I felt her relaxing against the cushions. I needed to lose these pants, but I liked the sounds she made as I kissed her in all those secret places that were mine.

I couldn't form a coherent thought as Nick nearly attacked me. I was trying to ask him about the condoms, but my head swirled as he started kissing his way up my body and then back down. Good thing he remembered, though, because by the time I felt him moving off me I was desperate for him to fuck me.

"Success!" he proclaimed as he threw his pants on the floor. He looked rather proud of himself as he finally sank inside me. Oh god, this is what I wanted. I needed him here with me. I was kidding myself thinking that calls and emails and stupid text messages were enough. All the phone sex in the world was not as good as this.

Did I want to think about why he had a condom in his pants pocket?

It was over too quickly, but before I could protest, Nick's mouth was on me, his tongue exploring me and his fingers bringing me off just like I needed. We both lay on the couch, the leather sticking to our over-heated bodies as we came down from our collective high.

"You are such a rock star, baby." Nick broke the silence surrounding us, and we both dissolved into giggles.

I loved that my boyfriend giggled. That's what it was. Not a manly laugh, but a girlish giggle. Born of a dozen years playing pranks on the guys and being the one everyone picked on, no doubt.

"I'll have to put this in the song."

"What song, bunny?" I asked, stepping into my underwear. Did we really just have sex in the studio? When anyone could have walked in?

Yeah, we were rock stars.

"I was writing a song about you when you came in. Did you know I was thinking about you?"

I pulled my sweater over my head. It was nearly June, but it was still cool in London. "Aren't you always thinking of me, baby?"

He grabbed me, pulling me onto the couch with him. "Of course," he said, nuzzling my neck. "But today I was writing the song."

"Then you must have sensed I was on a plane, trying to sleep, but all I could think about was you."

"I have to play you the song. You'll like it." He started to get up, then fell back onto the couch, laughing at himself. "Should I get dressed first?"

"Probably a good idea."

"One more kiss," he said, pulling me close.

"You like being naked in the studio, don't you?"

He grinned. "It's sorta fun, isn't it?"

I kissed him, then moved away to find his clothes. "It's been a few minutes. I am sure that Em and Guy are going to be back in here any second."

He pulled on his clothes as I handed them to him, kissing me in between. Luckily, we were both fully dressed when Em and Guy came back in with coffee.

"Coffee!" Rachel cried, smiling at Em and Guy.

"I knew you'd need some caffeine to keep going," Em said, handing her a cup. "Hazelnut cappuccino."

"You are my hero!" Rachel said, taking the cup from her. Sex and coffee. That should give her some energy for the day. She had this theory about jet-lag, and never let herself sleep until night time, wherever she was, even if it meant staying up for 36 hours or something, to get on the right schedule.

"How long are you here?" I asked her, taking a cup of coffee from Guy. I could use some. We'd been out really late the night before at some after-hours club. Places closed here at midnight. What was up with that? Still, between Vinnie and I, we could always find a party.

Vinnie and Tony were probably still asleep. We were sharing a room. I'd have to get another one, now that Rachel was here.

"I go back the day after tomorrow, to rehearse for the summer shows."

Em laughed. "We left you alone for 15 minutes. You haven't discussed details yet?"

"We were, uh… discussing other stuff," I told her, but she gave me a knowing look. I still couldn't get used to Em as my friend. I could feel myself blushing.

I pulled Rachel over to our couch, sitting down with her. "You came all this way for just a couple of days?"

"Yeah. I just… I wanted to see you."

Was she checking up on me? I liked that she was here, but it was a long flight for her, just to turn around and go back. She'd be a mess when she got back to New York. "Aren't you on the Today Show on Friday?"

They were kicking off the Summer Concert Series on the Today Show. That was a really big deal.

"I leave Thursday. I'll be fine."

"That's when I leave! I'll be home in just a couple of days."

"But you'll be with Aaron, and… I know Vinnie and Tony are here, but we can hang with them a little. You're sharing a room, right? Em got us a room at a great place near her. You probably have plans tonight. Can I come?"

She was so checking up on me. But I didn't really care. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, kissing her. "You're not coming. Well… you will. But we're going to spend the night alone. Screw Vinnie and Tony. They can go out without me."

She smiled up at me, beaming, and I smiled back. "I am so glad I spent our country money on this trip."

"Country money?"

"Yeah! Saffron sold our country song! I got the check yesterday and as soon as I opened the envelope, I knew what I had to do with it!"

Guy laughed. "Country?"

I scowled at him, and then looked back at Rachel. "Back up… our country song? The silly thing you and I wrote on the way to the Point?"

She nodded. "That one and the sad one I wrote when we…" She trailed off, seeing the look on my face. I hated the country song she'd written about our break up. "I figured you deserved some of those royalties, too. Since you were my inspiration."

"Very funny. I can't believe Saffron really sold them!"

"Hey! They were good songs. There was even a little bidding war going on last week, but I decided to go with Keith. He sort of reminds me of you. A country you, with long blond hair and cool tattoos."

"Well, Nick's not writing country songs right now," Guy said, and my new song started playing. Would she like it? Would she get that it was about her? I had written her a lot of ballads, but this was different. It rocked.

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