Oreos for Breakfast: Chapter 38

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

“Come with me,” I said, throwing my arm around Anna’s shoulders and high-fiving our drummer as the crowd in the hall waited for the lights to come up. By the time they figured out I wasn’t doing a second encore, we would be up in the room where Rachel was waiting for me.

“Come where?” she asked, wiggling away. “Stop touching me! You are all smelly and gross!”

I laughed, finding a towel and running it over my face to mop up some of the sweat. My hair was way too long and I pushed it back out of my eyes. Could I get a haircut before our date? That would really surprise Rachel. “Upstairs. You have to help Rachel get ready.”

Anna raised an eyebrow at me. “Why?”

“What do you mean why? Don’t girls always need help getting ready for big dates?”

“This isn’t the movies and you can zip up your girlfriend’s dress. You’re a big boy.”

“Yeah… I wouldn’t be zipping it up. If you know what I mean.” I wiggled my eyebrows at Anna and she groaned. Rachel had a really pretty silver sparkly dress for our date tonight. But if I had a choice, we’d be staying in. Not that a date with Rachel was a bad thing. But… it involved clothes.

I was still at the point where I preferred Rachel without clothes, sprawled underneath me saying my name as I…

“Nick!” Anna demanded, waving her hand in front of my eyes. “You there?”

I grinned. “Yes. I think I need you as insurance that we’ll actually leave the room and she’ll get to wear her pretty dress.”

“Fine. I spent a lot of time organizing this date and I don’t want it to all go to waste.”

“Let’s go, then.” If we left now, Rachel might still be in the shower and I could slip in with her and… yeah, that wasn’t going to help us get to the date either.

All the scenarios in my head led to Rachel out of that damned dress!

Someone called the back elevator and it was waiting for us after we’d gathered our things from the dressing room. Alone, Anna looked at me thoughtfully as she leaned back against the elevator wall.

“You told her, didn’t you?”

“Told who what?” Was my cell phone in my bag?

“Rachel. About… you know… us. Not us. I mean… me,” Anna stammered and when I looked up at her she couldn’t meet my eyes.

“We… I can’t have any secrets from her and she asked. I’m…”

The word “sorry” never had a chance to leave my mouth before Anna cut me off, “It’s okay, Nick. I mean, I sent you the pictures of… last night and told you to tell her. It’s your thing to tell and I don’t think you should have any secrets from Rachel. I just… wanted to know what to expect when I get up there.”

“Expect?”

She rolled her eyes, “We’re girls, Nick. It was a little awkward today when I was telling you about the date. And before the show she really didn’t say much to me.”

“You were busy with your bass,” I reminded her. I didn’t know what was wrong, but Anna had spent a lot of time talking with her tech.

Was she avoiding me and Rachel?

“And you know, we’ll talk while you’re in the shower or something…”

Oh. I hadn’t considered that until now. Anna patted my arm. “You don’t have any secrets, right? So you don’t need to worry about what I’ll say to her?”

I pouted as the elevator doors opened and I moved down the hall. She just laughed at me. Like Rachel, Anna was immune to my pouting.

“I thought you liked that Rachel and I are friends, Nick?” she teased me.

“Yeah, I’m rethinking that now,” I told her, knocking on the door to our hotel room. No answer, so I opened it. “Rache?”

“In the bathroom,” she called out.

Score!

Anna laughed at me, and pushed me toward the door. “Don’t forget that I’m out here and can hear everything. Please!”

Damn! I hadn’t expected him so soon. I had plans to be all radiant and ready for him when he got here, but I hadn’t been able to pull myself away from his show. He was amazing on stage. Did I get a chance to tell him that last night?

He knocked on the door and I re-wrapped myself in the fluffy white towel. I’d at least had enough time to put on some makeup and dry my hair, pulling it up in a messy bun. That was something. He loved it when I wore my hair up.

“Way better than the sparkly dress, Rache,” he smiled when he saw me in the towel. I stood aside to let him in. He still needed to shower so I’d have plenty of time to make myself beautiful for him.

Given the way he was looking at me, though, I didn’t need to do much more. Leaning forward, I met him halfway and he pulled me into his arms, kissing me and wrapping a finger around one of the curls that had escaped the up-do.

“Sexy…” he whispered when we finally parted. “I love you, Rachel.”

“Mmmm….” Was all I could manage, resting my head on his chest and letting him hold me, caressing my bare arms and back. “I couldn’t pull myself away from your show, bunny. You were so amazing.”

He laughed. “They were loud tonight.”

“You were amazing tonight! One more hip thrust and I think a few of them would have passed out.”

“Yeah… that was all for you, baby.”

He bent down and kissed me again and I felt my towel drop to the floor. His lips were traveling down my neck and his hands caressed my breasts, making my nipples harden under his touch. “That’s so good, baby,” I whispered reaching back for the counter to steady myself. He moved closer, positioning himself between my legs as he gently lifted me onto the counter.

“You are so sweet…” he murmured against my skin, inhaling deeply. “I love the smell of your shampoo and the lavender soap.”

I inhaled, too, but the scent wasn’t nearly as romantic. He’d been running around on stage for two hours and needed a shower. As he moved away from me, I pushed him back a bit.

“We have a date, don’t we?” I asked, nodding toward the shower. “I was about to make myself beautiful for you, baby.”

He leered at me, running his hands down my thighs and opening them slightly. “I like what you’re wearing now…”

Laughing, I hopped off the counter and pulled the towel back around my body. “Later, bunny. You shower quickly and I’ll be ready for you.”

“Oh! Ready! Yeah… Anna… I brought Anna up to help.” He stumbled over his words and I just smiled, trying not to show him my real feelings. Why did he bring Anna up here? Had she wanted to come?

“She’s your insurance that we go on the elaborate date,” he told me as he sensed my confusion.

Who needed to go out? Sure, James and Anna had planned this night for us – something about a limo to the Paris casino where they had a restaurant at the top of the Eiffel Tower. We’d never been to Paris together and it sounded romantic to me. But right now I’d be happy to lock myself in this bathroom with him and forget all about our date night.

No, James would kill me if we just stayed in. He’s reminded me several times when we’d talked earlier about how much trouble they’d gone to. Along with the fact that I had to meet them in Los Angeles by midnight tomorrow or he would make my life miserable. I’d tried to tell him that I’d be fine flying into Japan later, but he wasn’t going to let me get out of my obligations that easily.

“Right… need to dress. You shower and…” I leaned forward and kissed him one last time. “See you soon, bunny!”

I pulled on my panties and contemplated a bra and pantyhose. Definitely no on the hosiery – I didn’t bring any of the sexy garter ones that Nick liked and James hadn’t thought about girly things… so I guess braless would do for my “little coconuts,” as Nick liked to call them.

A few minutes later I found Anna in the living room contemplating my sparkly silver dress and matching shoes. “Wanna try them on?” I asked.

“What? Rachel! Ummm… sorry, I… had to guess on the size and well, James said they’d fit.”

“Does this have to be weird?” I asked, taking the dress out of her hands.

“I’m not acting weird!” she protested.

“Just a little.” I probably was, too. I knew there was nothing wrong with her bass tonight, but I was fine not having to talk to her while we waited for the show to begin. I opted for joking with her like we always did. “I always knew you were just biding your time as his best friend until he woke up and realized he was madly in love with you.”

She considered me for a moment, and then we both laughed. “Yeah, that’s so clichéd, isn’t it? I am the funny chubby sidekick in a 80s teen flick,” Anna deadpanned.

I slipped the dress over my head. “You are so Mary Stuart Masterson in ‘Some Kind of Wonderful,” I teased as I retrieved the towel from the bottom of my dress.

“Excellent quick change there, Rachel!”

“Sharing dressing rooms with boys,” I explained and she gave me a knowing nod.

Mary who? At least they were laughing. I almost didn’t want to interrupt them, so I quietly dried off while listening to them in the other room. They weren’t fighting, so that was a good sign. I knew I just had to throw them together, and they’d figure it out. Anna wasn’t pining for me. She was smarter than that.

“That one does fit the best,” Anna said. “But can I have Duckie in ‘Pretty in Pink’ instead?”

Pulling on my dress shirt, I went over to the door so I could hear better. Damned tiny buttons! And cuff links? Really, James… who wore cuff links anymore?

I could hear him in my head, though – just trust him, the gay best friend knew all.

“Better theme song,” Rachel agreed.

“And shoes. But I’m not pining for him,” Anna insisted, her voice serious now. Were they talking about me? I was obviously not the “Duckie” in whatever bizarre conversation they were having. Who was? “I’m really not. I want him to be happy, and I know you’re the one that does that.”

See? No pining from Anna!

“So do you,” Rachel told her, and my heart skipped a beat. “You’re his James. You’re his best friend, and I can never change that.”

Zipping up my pants, I opened the door to the room and Anna looked over at me. James and I once had a talk where I told him that he was the most important guy in Rachel’s life, and he’d been surprised. Sorta like Anna was looking at me now.

I just smiled at her. “She’s right,” I said, going over to Anna and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “You’re my best friend, Anna, and I don’t want this to be strange.”

“Are we okay?” she asked no one in particular. “Nick doesn’t think I’m pining for him? You don’t think I was trying to steal him away?”

Rachel grinned. “We’re great.”

“Does this mean I get two wives? Or at least a three-way?” I asked, pulling Rachel over with my other arm.

They both looked at me. “No,” they said in unison.

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