Oreos for Breakfast: Chapter 38

Oreos For Breakfast: Chapter 38
By the Paperbag Princess and Pumpkin Coach

“Nick…” Rachel called from the bedroom and I put my hand over my phone. Ken was not happy that I’d basically gone AWOL for a day without telling anyone where I was. Well, that wasn’t really true. Anna knew where I was. But Ken didn’t and that annoyed him.

Something about being on “his coast” now and needing to be able to market me well… like I was a fucking piece of meat. Now that I had Rachel back, schmoozing with industry execs in Vegas was the least of my concerns.

“Just a sec, Rache…”

“Did you do this? Or did someone really swanky stay in this room last night?”

I looked over and she was holding up two hangers – one with a short, silver dress with sparkly beads hanging off of it and another with a men’s black suit and a tie. In her other hand she had… were those shoes?

“Are they our sizes?” I laughed. “They are pretty cool.”

She dropped a shoe and put her foot into it like she was Cinderella going to the ball.

“Ken, I’ll call you back,” I said into the phone and snapped it shut before reopening it and calling Anna.

“What did you do?”

“Nick! Are you here? How’d it go? Is Rachel with you?”

I just laughed at her litany of questions. “Yes, we just checked in. What room are you?”

“Twenty… something… here!”

I heard a door open next door and two seconds later a knock on our door. I exchanged a look with Rachel, but neither of us said anything. Anna wasn’t being weird for having the room down the hall, was she?

I opened the door to Anna’s smile and I relaxed. This had to be okay. Anna was too happy to see me with Rachel.

“ Is tonight’s show a formal affair?” Rachel asked from behind me, and I stepped aside to let Anna in the room.

“I thought you might feel like…” Anna started to say.

“Cinderella going to the ball?” I finished for her and Anna beamed at me.

“I’ll come clean. It wasn’t my idea. James called and asked if I’d heard from you because you said you’d call him, Rachel.”

“Shit!” Rachel muttered. “I was kind of distracted.”

Anna rolled her eyes. “Yes, Ken has been bugging me. And he never talks to me!”

This time Rachel and I shared a not-so-innocent look and I blushed slightly, “Yeah, Ken already read me the riot act. Whatever. So what’s up with the clothes?”

“For your reunion date tonight. James’ idea. I told him you just needed a… you know…room. But he said, no. So I was just the execution team… I mean, I executed… oh, that sounds horrible! I was the shopper! Shopper! I found the clothes and thank God James knows your size, Rachel, because otherwise you’d be cramming yourself into a size two.”

Rachel laughed at that, “As if!”

“Hold up, I thought we had a show tonight?” I asked.

“Yeah, but it’s the city that never sleeps.”

“I thought that was New York,” Rachel said, holding up the dress to herself, checking the fit. It had tiny straps made of rhinestones and the shoes had them, too. I couldn’t wait to see her in it.

“Whatever,” Anna answered. “Vegas never sleeps, either. And he thought we should make you two actually leave your hotel room because… well, he knows how you are and I know how Nick is…”

“Point,” Rachel smiled, coming over to me so I could put my arm around her. How did she know I was suffering from withdrawal already?

Because she was Rachel and she loved me as much as I loved her. I leaned down, kissing the top of her head and Anna groaned, turning back to her room.

“Instructions are inside. Be glad I talked James out of the stupid white tiger show!”

“I like the white tigers,” I protested.

“Not exactly romantic, Nick!” Anna yelled before her door shut.

Taking my hanger from Rachel, I held it out. “Nice suit, though. Anna has good taste, doesn’t she?”

Rachel shrugged and I followed her into the room. There was an envelope on the bed, but Rachel ignored it as she re-hung our new clothes in the closet.

“Did you think I did this?” I asked her and she shrugged again, not looking at me. What happened? She’d just been so excited and then Anna had… oh, shit.

I had to ask, even thought I really didn’t want to know the answer. Going over, I put my hand on her shoulder, making her turn to look at me, “Rachel, are you annoyed because Anna did this?”

“No,” she answered, as she pulled her bag onto the bed and unzipped it. “It’s just… it will be fine. She’ll be fine with this, right? It won’t always be weird?”

“Is it weird?” I asked lying down on the bed to watch Rachel unpack. I missed this. The little things that Rachel did whenever we checked into a new hotel. Unpacking her things, putting the condoms in the bedside drawer and candles near the tub…

“A little. I don’t know. Ignore me, I’m probably just overtired.”

I moved over a bit and patted the bed beside me. “Then come lay down. We have time to take a cat nap.”

She looked at me skeptically, “Do you think I believe you that we’ll nap if I lay down on that bed?”

Wiggling my eyebrows, I just smiled over at her. “I will try to restrain myself. But no promises.”

That just made her laugh. She finished putting away her things and we were both quiet until she lay down next to me. I loved the feel of her next to me again. I wasn’t nearly used to it. Even on the drive here, I had to keep reaching over to touch her hand or thigh. Just to remind myself that I could. When she left for Japan it was going to be horrible. But I wasn’t thinking of that now. This was the new, improved Nick and I wouldn’t let myself get distracted by missing her when we were still together.

“I don’t want to be a jealous freak, Nick,” she sighed as I played with her hair and she settled her head against my chest.

“You aren’t. It’s going to be a little weird, and I’m sorry for that. If it’s any consolation, the next time I see Justin, I’m going to deck him.”

“Please don’t. It will be all over the papers.”

“Even better. The world will know you’re mine.” I giggled as she tried to sit up. “Just kidding, Rache! AJ is another story, but no one will care about that.”

“I will,” she said, looking up at me, “Nothing happened with AJ and I don’t want this to ruin your relationship. I was serious about that.”

Sighing, I stared at the ceiling for a moment. I didn’t want to be angry, but damnit! AJ knew better than to put the moves on Rachel. She might not see it, but I did. He would have gladly stolen her from me if he’d had the chance.

“Nick, please…” she said, leaning up and running her fingertips across my forehead. I relaxed a bit at her touch. “I’m here and everything is good. We aren’t going to do this, are we?”

He looked down at me and was quiet for another moment before he kissed me. “Did this work, Rachel?”

“What work?”

“This. Six months apart. Your grand plan. Did it work? Are we different?”

I just stared at him. Were we different? It all happened so fast that I didn’t really have time to stop and question it myself. Twenty-four hours ago I wasn’t going to be lying on this bed with Nick – on any bed with anyone – and now… here we were.

“Rachel?” His voice had more than a hint of worry in it, and I snuggled closer to him, not sure I wanted to have this conversation when I was looking at him.

“It’s not like I had a grand plan, Nick,” I started, his even breathing calming me as I reached for his hand and laced my fingers in his. I loved his strong hands and the way they engulfed my smaller ones. “I just knew that we couldn’t continue on the path we were on.”

“But you didn’t give me a chance to change.”

“I don’t want to rehash that last fight, Nick.”

“I know… but… I’m already obsessing about how you are going to be away from me and counting the days until I’ll see you again…”

I chanced a look at him, and he was staring up at the ceiling, so it was safe. “That’s not what the problem was. It wasn’t about not seeing each other enough or missing you… it was that you didn’t… you didn’t care about me the same way.”

“How do you know that?” He looked down at me and I was rocketed back to that night in our dark hotel room hallway as he cried and leaned against the door, begging me to take him back. Begging me to give him another chance, but I wouldn’t. I couldn’t.

“Maybe I relied on you too much, then. I loved the way you were when we were first together. When I was your punk rock prom queen,” I tried to joke, but he didn’t laugh with me.

“I learned a lot about myself in six months, Nick. I love having you in my life, but I can stand on my own. Do you know I’ve never really done that? I was with Jeremy and then Damon and then you. And James was always there to pick up my pieces.”

“You didn’t break up with him for six months,” he teased, leaning down and kissing my forehead.

“I kind of did, though. When he and JC got back together… it wasn’t great all the time, Nick. And I tried to replace you with Ben, but then I realized it wasn’t fair. But not just to him. It wasn’t fair to me, either. I needed time to be alone and see if I could do it.”

We were both quiet for a moment and then I turned onto my stomach, looking up at him. “And I could. I don’t need you as much to stroke my ego. I love it when you look at me like I’m the most important thing in your world – what girl wouldn’t? – but if you didn’t, I could still go on, you know?”

“Yeah, I do. They all stopped looking at me that way,” I said, but whereas she seemed to gain strength from it, it just made me sad and left me feeling empty.

“Bunny, the fans are still there.”

I shook my head. I wasn’t so sure of that. Sure there were people buying tickets to the show, but not as many as we thought there would be. “Kind of. After the first few shows, I sort of forgot about it. I just had fun playing to the people who were there. But if I let myself stop…”

“I know, Nick. It’s scary to be on your own without the Boys. I don’t think I could do it.”

“I’m sure some therapist would have a field day with me.” My mind stopped racing as soon as Rachel snuggled back up to me and I held her close. “I lost you and the fellas and the fans, too.”

“And gained a vapid hotel heiress?”

I had to smile at that. “Maybe that’s why I gained the vapid hotel heiress.”

“To feed your ego?”

I shrugged, not really wanting to think about my relationship with Paris while Rachel was in my arms. That wasn’t fair to her. Besides, I didn’t want to remember any of it. I was so stupid with Paris… more than I could ever admit to Rachel.

“Can we not talk about her?”

She nodded against me and I leaned down to kiss her again. I didn’t mind having this conversation as long as I could continue to hold her and kiss her – convince myself that she was here and she wasn’t going to disappear suddenly.

“Our new album was better without you,” she said when we parted, and my heart skipped a beat. “We trashed just about everything and started over. It didn’t suck. Apparently I write better when I’m heartbroken.”

“We aren’t breaking up every time you need to write an album, Rachel,” I told her.

She laughed at that. “I will have to figure out how to tap into my heartbreak for future albums, bunny.”

“Good… because I’m not letting you go again, buttercup,” I promised, rolling over so I was pinning her down. I was so tired of talking. I just wanted to use the few hours we had left before we had to be at my show to make love to her and fall asleep in her arms. We’d barely slept last night and it was catching up with me.

“Never?” She smiled up at me, understanding my signal. She wrapped her legs around my waist, rubbing up against me. “Promise?”

I growled, attacking her neck, licking and sucking harder as she moaned and continued rubbing against me. Or maybe there would be no napping… we had the rest of our lives to sleep.

God, I loved the feel of him against me like this. I didn’t care that he was crushing me with his weight. Instead, I arched my back, trying to feel him in the right spot. Right… there… he slipped a hand inside my sweatpants, caressing my ass and a warm sensation filled me as I anticipated his touch where I needed it most.

And Nick never disappointed me. “Rachel, I love you,” he whispered, his breath warm against my stomach in between tiny kisses. Before I knew it, my shirt and bra were on the floor and his lips were back on my neck.

“More…” I moaned, rolling over and scrambling to my knees. Last night had been all about re-exploring each other and all those favorite spots we might have forgotten in six months. But I don’t think we forgot any of them. Now I just wanted to feel him inside me again like when we were first together and could make love for hours without tiring of each other.

Then again, sex was never our problem, was it?

“I love your ass, Rache,” he whispered as my panties came down and he licked me up and down. I shuddered at the slippery sensation of his tongue on my sensitive flesh. Slowly I felt his fingers teasing my pussy, pulling and sliding around in the pattern he knew would get me off.

But I didn’t want to get off quickly and fall asleep.

“I love that,” I moaned. I loved it when he explored me… fingers, tongue, cock…I didn’t care. My head was swimming with pleasure and I groaned loudly into the pillow.

“Can I?” he panted, asking permission as his breath was hot against my cunt and the sensation changed. Suddenly his wet fingers replaced his tongue on my ass, slipping inside just slightly to tease me.

I nodded against the pillow, groaning something that I hope sounded like “please” as I raised my ass slightly. The pressure grew against my asshole and I saw stars as he explored me there. Opening my legs wider, my fingers fumbled between my legs, rubbing my pussy and teasing my clit to match his rhythm.

Before I could come, I lost the sensation of him which made me cry out in frustration until I felt the mattress shift as he came to rest behind me. His strong hand was stroking the backs of my thighs and teasing my ass again. I moved back to feel him against me and was met with the familiar sensation of his cock covered with condom and lube. I knew what he wanted from me and my heart began to race again.

“I’m here and all for you. Tell me what you need, Rache.” His voice was soft and soothing, his lips soft against my ear as his knee gently moved my legs apart.

My head fell back onto his shoulder and stifled as moan as he continued to tease me … in… out… up… around… I couldn’t tell where I stopped and he began. “More, Nick. God, put your cock inside me.”

He positioned his cock at the opening of my wet pussy before he stopped, “Here?” His voice was teasing me and I moved my leg back over his to give him greater access as I nodded. “Or here?” He echoed his question as he moved his now-slick fingers inside my ass, stretching and teasing me as if daring me to say yes.

“God, yes… please… just… do it now. Please!”

I nearly pleaded with him and suddenly his cock was pressing against my tight opening and I could see his beautiful face in my mind as I closed my eyes: His messy blonde hair falling into his blue eyes, darkened with longing and pleasure. He was always so beautiful as he fucked me.

“Stop,” I commanded, turning over quickly and catching him off guard as I pulled him on top of me. Stretching up, I kissed him with trembling lips as I raised my knees up against my chest and captured his face in my hands to steady him. “I need to see you, Nick. Your beautiful, beautiful face…”

Without hesitating, he entered me quickly and his head fell to my chest as he pushed forward again into that forbidden place. “Mine…” he growled as his instincts took over and I reached between our bodies to rub my clit as he fucked me, resting my feet on his shoulders to give him better access to my body.

“Yours,” I sighed as my orgasm hit me and he must have felt it, too, because his head flew up and he thrust hard inside me again and again.

Covered with sweat and completely exhausted we continued to play with our bodies, riding out the last waves of pleasure before finally collapsing together against the pillows. After we’d caught our breath, he turned to me, a look of wonder on his face.

“Yoga,” I told him. “First time I got to try that trick. James said…”

“Oh no!” he yelled, placing a hand over my mouth. “I don’t want to know sex secrets of the gay best friend! No!”

Giggling, I just snuggled up against him. I didn’t want to talk about my best friend, either. Not now when I was so completely satiated and exhausted lying here with the man I loved.

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