Oreos for Breakfast: Chapter 28

Oreos For Breakfast: Chapter 32
By the Paperbag Princess and Pumpkin Coach

Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. She could not be on the subway, could she? No, it was too hot for the subway. Finally, on the sixth ring, she answered the phone and I smiled even wider, if that was possible.

"Nick, aren't you supposed to be performing in two minutes?" she asked, not even saying hello.

"Yeah, change of plans, baby. Come with me to Z100?"

"What? Aren't you doing the awards? James and I will be there any minute."

"What?" We were talking over each other and then both laughed. "No. I mean, yes. We're running behind schedule here, but yes, we're doing it. After that, though, we're going to Z100 to drop the single! THE SINGLE!"

I shouted that last bit and Cynthia, my publicist, rolled her eyes. She didn't like Rachel. Whatever. I didn't pay her to approve my love life.

"What? Why? I thought it went to radio next week?"

I heard her have a muffled conversation with James, telling him I was taking the single to the station.

"Nicky, do you know that Justin's single is premiering today on K-ROK?" she asked suddenly and I felt the muscles in my face tense up. Fuck.

"Yeah. Of course," I lied. "It's good publicity or something. Fuck. I don't care, Rache. I get to premiere the single, that's cool." Right? Where the hell was Cynthia? I looked behind me and she was talking on her cell phone and I waved her over. Were they doing this to compete with Justin? No. She wouldn't do that to me. Just a coincidence, right?

"That is cool, bunny." Rachel's soft voice was in my ear again. I was so glad she was here. We didn't get to share a whole lot lately. This was supposed to be my day off to spend with her, but I was doing this weird charity concert and now we were dropping the single.

My single. Just mine. On the radio, just my voice.

Vinnie was coming over to me and I turned around quickly. He'd just make a crack about Rachel and that's the last thing I needed.

"Yeah. Will you come with me?" I could sense the hesitancy in her silence. "Please, Rache. I'll make them promise not to talk to you or mention you or anything. Please." I knew I was begging but I didn't care. I wanted her with me when it played on the radio for the first time. This album was all hers. Even the songs I didn't write still made me think about Rachel.

"Of course, bunny," she responded and I could breathe again. Great. This would all be great.

"Rache, I've got to go pose with the great big tiger now. See you in a little bit, okay? Love you, baby."

I didn't hear her respond as Cynthia started telling me what was going on. I put up my hand and she stopped talking, "Why didn't you tell me that K-ROK was premiering Justin's single today?" I hoped I didn't sound like I was whining.

"Oh, that. That's not a big deal, Nick. He's in LA, you're here. It was just a good opportunity for us, so we took it."

That sounded plausible. Okay.

"Besides all the fans have it through the internet sites and they're requesting it. This way we get an extra weekend push in the major market. It will make the play list look good when the numbers come out next week. More stations will add it based on that…"

Words words words, as Rachel and James would say. She started talking about play lists and numbers and ratings and hits and my mind moved on to other topics without her. We paid her to make sure the single did well, right? She wouldn't steer me wrong. We'd already had the Nsync/Justin talk. I didn't want it to look like we were competing. Been there, done that.

"Okay. Rachel will be here and she's going over with me. You have to make sure they don't try to talk about her on-air, though. She hates that."

"Good idea," Cynthia muttered and before I knew it, I grabbed her arm - a little harder than I meant to - and she stopped talking, startled.

"Don't." I couldn't go on, taking a deep breath, "Just call them, please?" I didn't want to hear how Rachel was bad for my solo career any more than I wanted Vinnie to come over here and start teasing me that I was whipped because I was going out with her and James tonight.

Fuck.

We had tickets for that show Joey was in. Damnit. Double dating with the gay couple that weren't supposed to be a couple in public. I did not want to have to sit through a show and then dinner at whatever fancy restaurant she'd picked out.

I was premiering my single today. I wanted to go out and party!

"Penny for your thoughts, dawg," Vinnie came up behind me and slapped me on the shoulder.

"Nothing. Rachel is coming with us to the radio station. So be nice," I warned and Vinnie smiled innocently.

"I'm always nice. She's just got a chip on her shoulder, man. You know how to pick the high maintenance ones!"

I rolled my eyes at him and turned my attention back to Cynthia, "So?"

"They agreed. No mention of Rachel on-air unless you do it first. Fair?"

I smiled and nodded. Cool. This was going to be so awesome!

Nick giggled again and my heart leapt. He looked so happy, waving at me from inside the booth, the giant headphones making him look like a child playing dress up. The DJ asked him if he was nervous about playing the single and he just laughed, his voice rising an octave as he responded. I knew he was. He'd tweaked the song to death, even going all the way over to Sweden last week to lay down yet another version of the vocal. Of course, they ended up going with the original.

"Yes," Nick laughed, admitting he was nervous and not taking his eyes off me. "Don't do it. Wait, hold on..." He looked over at me and waved me in. The DJ smiled and nodded. This was okay, right? So what if they talked about me on the radio. It's not like Jeremy was listening.

"Is this your first time?"

Nick giggled, moving his hand over the DJ's as I slid into the seat next to him and ran my hand down his thigh, trying to reassure him. "Don't hit the button yet!"

"Is this your first time hearing it on the radio?"

"Yes, it is," Nick responded, nearly giddy. Hell, I was giddy for him, nearly jumping out of my own skin. I was so proud of him, sitting in here, waiting to hear his song for the first time on the radio. The DJ had teased him earlier, saying it was strange not to have one of the other boys interrupting when he was interviewing Nick. It was. I expected to see Howie or Brian walk through the door any moment. But that wasn't happening.

The sound of a drum roll pulled me out of my thoughts and Nick pulled me closer to him. He rolled his eyes, "Oh, my god. Drum roll and everything," he teased the DJ.

"Z100 world premiere music… Nick Carter… the song is called 'Help Me.'"

"I can't believe it," Nick gushed and as soon as the song started playing he pulled off the headphones and was out of his chair, pulling me up with him and dancing around the booth. We sang along and he jumped up on the chair, nearly falling on his face in the process. I loved my silly boyfriend.

"This is so cool, Rache! Isn't this the best?"

"It's fabulous, bunny!" I said, feeling like my face was going to crack, I was smiling so big. It'd been a while since I'd been this happy. It was like everything was falling away and it was just us here listening to his song.

The song started to end and Nick grabbed his headphones, but he wouldn't let me leave. "Stay with me, buttercup?" His eyes were serious, even as he smiled and I leaned down and kissed him quickly before the DJ signaled that we were back on the air.

"They're going to love it, baby. Really. It's a great song."

"It is, Nick." the DJ interjected, "It rocks."

The DJ couldn't have given him any higher compliment than that.

"Wow. That's a great song, Nick. Can we get a few unbiased opinions?"

He chuckled, "Sure, man, can't wait to hear what other people think of it! It's like my baby!"

"It sure looked like it. When the single was playing you were all up and dancing around with your girl. You are so proud, man."

"I am! I am! It's the coolest feeling, man. What a f… oops! What a rush!"

"Okay, caller one… what do you think?"

"Oh my god! Nick, I love you so much!"

Nick blushed a little, looking over at me and then smiling at the microphone, "Awww, thanks. I love you, too."

"You do? Really?"

"Sure!" He loved everyone tonight. "What'd you think of the song?"

"It's the best, Nick! I downloaded it like a month ago and I've been listening to it nonstop! It's so great! Better than any Backstreet song…"

"Hey, hey, hey," the DJ interrupted, "Let's not start any kind of rivalry here."

"Of course not," Nick said, seriously. "It's different than some stuff I've done with Backstreet, sure. But it's just that… different. Not better or worse."

"Unless they say it's worse, of course."

"Well, yeah!" We all laughed and the DJ shot me a look as he went to the next caller. I was so going to get myself into trouble in a second. I kissed Nick on the cheek and slid out of his arms and back to the waiting area outside the booth.

I pulled out my phone when I was safely off air and called James. "Did you listen?"

"Duh! JC and I are hanging on every inarticulate word," James laughed.

"Be nice, James!" I snapped and he stopped laughing.

"Rache, I'm kidding."

"Yeah, I know. It's just… he's so proud of this, James. It's just him out here and if it doesn't do well..."

"Rachel? How could this not do well? The boy has like a trillion fans. It's already the most downloaded song of the year or something. It's going to be great."

I took a deep breath, watching Nick as he handled another caller. A girl calling in from the New Jersey Turnpike who was barely in range when the song played. Nick laughed with her and promised he'd make Cubby play the song in 5 minutes when she was solidly in range.

"I'm almost afraid of that, James."

"I know, Rache. But this is good. Be happy tonight."

"Oh, the interview is ending. Gotta go. We'll see you at the theatre, okay? There's a mob of girls outside, so I think he's going to spend some time doing autographs."

"Curtain's at eight."

Nick came out of the booth as I hung up and he pulled me into his arms, taking my phone and clicking it off before throwing it to his publicist and kissing me soundly.

"Thank you for coming, buttercup," he whispered as he released my lips and I held onto him tighter. Cynthia was standing inches away, but I didn't care. I needed two minutes to just stand here and let him hold me, feeling his heartbeat against my chest.

"You are so amazing, baby," I sighed, reaching up to run my fingers through his short hair.

He'd cut his hair yesterday. James was going to die when he saw it. It was way too short. James and I probably knew a dozen fantastic hair stylists in the city, and Nick went to Supercuts and hacked it all off. That was not going to be good for all the publicity photos he needed to do soon.

He relaxed at my touch and I looked to the side, trying to determine if I could pull him into an empty room or a broom closet, anything.

No luck, though. Cynthia cleared her throat and we pulled apart.

"Sorry, kids, I need Nick for 10 minutes. Station IDs and a couple autographs, and then you're done for the day. Okay?"

Nick smiled at me and kissed my forehead quickly. "Wait for me?"

"I'll go wait in the rock star car, bunny. You go work." I nearly skipped downstairs, planning how to best ravish him when we got back to the hotel. Hell, I might not last that long. Rock star sex in the back of the limo… that might be good.

Why do I ever believe publicists, agents or managers? 10 minutes turned into 20 and then into a solid half an hour. All I could think about was getting Rachel back to the hotel and ripping her clothes off. Damn, I knew she was always so excited after a good show, but this was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. I was flying through the hallway as we left the radio station. I had perma-grin as I signed things for the dozen fans who were waiting for me outside and hugged every one of them, thanking them for coming down to support me.

Finally, the driver opened the limo door and Cynthia pushed me inside. Rachel was laying down on the backseat, eyes closed and I smiled down at her, lifting her head up gently as I slid in next to her. She woke up, though, smiling up at me.

"Where are we, bunny?" she yawned, sitting up and rubbing her eyes as she squinted out the side window.

Cynthia got into the front seat, leaving us alone, and I pulled Rachel over to me as she sat up, wrapping an arm around her waist. She laid her head on my shoulder and yawned again.

"We're in New York. You were waiting for me. Hey! Turn that up!" I yelled, distracted as I heard my voice on the radio.

"It's your song, bunny!" Rachel said, turning to me as she sang along. Before I knew it, she'd climbed on my lap, facing me. She fumbled for the privacy window and yelled goodbye to Cynthia as it went up, sealing us off from them. She turned the radio up and grinned down at me.

"What'd you do that for, baby? We're only five minutes from the hotel."

"Much too long," she sighed as she kissed me, grinding her hips against mine and making me moan and arch up against her.

"Damn, Rache. That feels so good," I sighed as she kissed her way down my neck, pausing to suck hungrily on my skin. Without another thought, I slid my hands underneath her, cupping her ass and pushing her closer to me.

"Does it, baby? You are so hard. I can feel you. What should we do about that?" she teased as she ran her fingers across my stomach and popped the buttons on my jeans quickly. Before I knew it, she was off my lap and kneeling in front of me. I couldn't pull my jeans and shorts down fast enough.

She smiled up at me, that wicked smile that told me she was going to tease me, but it was so going to be worth it. My head fell back against the seat as she carefully licked around my belly button, her fingers tickling the insides of my thighs and making me giggle and groan all at once.

"Rachel," I moaned as I felt her hot breath on my dick. I need her so bad. My song ended and one of her songs began and she giggled as she finally took me into her mouth. "Shit!" I nearly screamed as I felt the reverberations against my dick as I hit the back of her throat.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god… let us be stuck in traffic." Did I say that out loud?

Must have. She giggled again and I thrust my hips up so my dick drove further into her mouth. She gagged a bit before reaching forward and steadying my hips, relaxing her mouth against me as she moved up and down slowly.

"Sorry," I mumbled and she responded by running her fingernails across my thighs. I arched up again and she moved away slightly, letting me fall nearly out of her mouth. Her hands gripped my shaft and she sucked hard on my head, her tongue swirling around and around and then darting inside ever so slightly.

Oh, god, let me die now, I'd never know anything this good again. Her fingernails scraped against my skin again and I came quickly, filling her mouth. I couldn't stop staring at her. Her eyes widened and then she drank me in, pulling away after a moment and swallowing as she smiled up at me.

The car stopped and we both lunged for the "lock" button, giggling as I pulled up my jeans and she fixed her hair. How'd it get so messed up? I looked down and saw several strands caught around my fingers. Oh, I guess I was holding on, then?

"Did I hurt you, buttercup?" I asked softly, massaging her head slowly as she fell back against the seat beside me.

She shook her head, "No, bunny. But I think we have to be quick, because I need you so bad," she growled before kissing me thoroughly and unlocking the door.

Cynthia glared at me as I stepped out of the limo and I just ignored her. No one could see or hear. What was her problem? Two minutes of photos and autographs and I'd get Rachel all to myself for a while and Cynthia could go worry about play lists and station adds and rotations and whatever the hell else she'd been talking about earlier.

My phone rang when we were on the elevator, and I answered it while Nick talked to Cynthia.

"Curtain's at 7:30."

"What?" I asked James, looking at Nick. He looked so good, happy, even with the stupid new short haircut.

"Curtain's at 7:30. It's quarter til 7 now."

"So you are implying that I have no time to ravish my boyfriend, then."

"You haven't ravished him yet? The damn thing was on the radio like an hour ago."

"He had to do stuff. We're at…"

The elevator doors opened, and we hadn't stepped into the hallway before Vinnie and Tony were there, slapping him on the back and congratulating him.

There would be no sex now. We'd have to get rid of them first.

"That the posse?" James asked.

"Yeah. We'll be there, okay? See you soon."

I followed the group into Nick's room, and Cynthia left us alone after a minute.

"Where are we going tonight, dude?" Vinnie asked, dropping into a chair. "We should go to every club in town and request your song."

"We were in the bar across the way and got them to play Z100. Everyone loved it."

Everyone was probably drunk and would love anything, but whatever.

"We should go back. Those girls at the bar really wanted to meet him," Vinnie said, exchanging a look with Tony.

"Let's go. I just want to change. Be right back," Nick said, and I followed him into the bedroom.

"Curtain's at 7:30," I said, and he turned, looking at me blankly.

"What? Oh. Right. What time is it?"

"Seven," I said, glancing at the clock.

His face fell. "So we should go, then."

I couldn't do this to him. He wanted to go out with his friends, not sit in a theatre all night.

"No. You go out with your friends, and I'll go to the show."

He came over to me, pulling me into his arms with a smile. "Come with us."

"No, I promised James and JC and Joey I'd be there. And I really want to see the show, and I know you were just going to make me happy. I'll call when it's over, and meet you wherever you are, okay?"

He kissed me. "I love you."

"Don't drink too much. We still have to have celebratory sex."

"Promise," he said, kissing me again.

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