Camping

Title: Camping: Chapter Eleven: Waking Up Laughing

Author: Allison Wonderland

Rating: NC-17

Summary: And here we go with the sex again. Princess gets bored and finds a creative way to wake Nicky so his boyfriend can entertain him.

Warning(s): Language, homosexuality, sexual goings on between two legal adults of the same gender.

Disclaimer: None needed. I own it all.

Note(s): This chapter was not planned. Originally I was going to just skip to the dinner date but they begged me to let them have sex again. Also, Trojka is pronounced Troy-kah.

Long, dark eyelashes fluttered against perfectly fake baked cheeks. Tiny, delicate fingers clenched in a pink faux fur covered stuffed dog. A tiny sound – something between a moan and a whimper – of protest at waking up before he was ready came from between slightly parted, kisssably full, pink lips. The boy the long dark eyelashes, perfectly fake baked cheeks, tiny delicate fingers, pink faux fur covered stuffed dog, and slightly parted kisssably full pink lips belonged to stirred in his boyfriend’s arms. His eyes opened and he yawned, feeling completely refreshed after only half an hour of sleep. He rubbed his eyes – the make up around them was already smeared anyway – and struggled in Nicky’s arms for a moment before his boyfriend’s hold on him relaxed enough for him to roll over from his right side onto his left and look at the alarm clock. The large bright red numbers on the digital alarm clock told him that it was exactly forty six minutes after eight o’ clock in the evening. His stomach growled.

Princess made a face. That was just so maladroit, he thought. I can’t possibly be hungry. I just ate at… Huh. That was strange. He could not quite remember when he had last eaten solid food. He had vomited during Nicky’s phone call and that had emptied his stomach of everything that had been in it when he had gone to bed sometime around four o’ clock in the morning. He had had a vitamin water, a vitamin C tablet, and several Tylenol pills before leaving the pent house apartment to go shopping. After getting gifts for each of the girls at the toy store he had stopped at Starbucks briefly for a venti vanilla non-fat chai with one honey. His stomach had not felt up to having the chocolate chip biscotti he normally had with it so he had skipped that. Then after his stop at Diamond’s for a his fabulous new dress – the same fabulous new dress that was now lying wrinkled and come stained on the bedroom floor – he had gone back to Starbucks for another venti vanilla non-fat chai with one honey and a-

Princess frowned.

No. Wait.

On his second trip to his favorite coffee shop that day he had had another venti vanilla non-fat chai with one honey but he had not had his usual biscotti then either because he had been running late and had to get back to the pent house apartment to get ready to meet Nicky at the airport. He had not had time to eat before going to the airport. There had been no time to stop for take out on the way there and while in the airport, on the way back, and so far while they had been home Nicky and Princess had been too wrapped up in one another to even think about eating.

His stomach growled again and Princess made up his mind. He had not eaten at all today so one meal complete with meat, vegetables, fruit and whatever other type of food it was that one considered part of a proper dinner – Princess would not know; he usually preferred gourmet coffee with biscotti or fresh fruit to sitting down at a table with other people and eating more than one type of food at a time – could not possibly hurt him or make him fat. Then there was the fact that he was starving.

If he woke Nicky now – it was still only about three minutes later than it had been the last time he looked at the alarm clock – Nicky could make reservations at one of New York City’s hottest restaurants of the moment or one of those little ethnic places where the employees only spoke Russian or Japanese or whatever language the country the food they served was from. It was practically impossible to get reservations at the last minute at some of those place but Nicky always managed. He was, after all, Nicky Narcissus, internationally famous – or infamous – rock star. And while Nicky was making reservations Princess could – very quickly – make himself presentable for a public appearance. Maybe they could go to Trojka. It had been months since Princess had been there because the menu was in Russian and Nicky had to come along with him to read the menu.

That decided he wriggled completely out of Nicky’s arms and sat up on the bed. He kissed Penelope’s black velvet nose and placed her aside on one of the pillows that was not being used. Princess turned his attention to Nicky. If his boyfriend was going to use his fame and Russian language skills to get the two of them reservations somewhere – preferably Trojka – Nicky needed to wake up sometime like ten minutes ago. Princess bit his lip, not quite sure what to do. He was hesitant to wake his boyfriend after only half an hour of sleep. He knew what jet lag was like, having had the experience several times himself, and he knew how much Nicky needed to sleep it off. But Nicky was used to jet lag and it did not take him as long to shake off the jet lag as it did Princess. Nicky had been dealing with it most of his life. And damn it they were not going to be able to get reservations – rock star or no rock star – if they waited much longer!

Princess was still undecided as he wriggled beneath the blankets with Nicky again. He snuggled against his boyfriend’s side. Snuggled into bed safe and warm with Nicky was one of Princess’s favorite places to be. The only way it could possibly be better was if Nicky were actually awake. And, well, maybe if there were something sexual going on. But of course Princess could make something sexual happen while Nicky had no say so in the matter and wake his boyfriend up at the same time. And Nicky would be more than happy to call Trojka and make reservations.

Happy with his somewhat skewed – and more than a little sleepy – logic, Princess moved away from his boyfriend’s side and kicked the blankets down to the foot of the bed. Then he sat up not quite on top of Nicky but close to it, facing the head of the bed, and looked down at his boyfriend. This really was too good of an opportunity to pass up. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Nicky’s, checking to see that the older man was still deeply asleep. “Good,” he murmured to the sleeping man beside him, “you stay asleep.” At least for a little while longer, he added silently to himself. He leaned down to kiss him again but frowned as another thought crossed his mind. What he was about to do might not be a lot of fun if Nicky were not an active participant. But if Princess woke Nicky so he could be an active participant in what was going to happen in the next few minutes and explained what he wanted to do and where he wanted to go, there would be nothing to participate in because Nicky would probably put a stop to it to go make reservations now and say they could do other things later when they returned. Princess made a very unglamorous snorting sound; happy Nicky and all of his fans could not hear him. He supposed that was his punishment for dating a rock star with a bottomless pit for a stomach and a freakishly fast metabolism that meant he never gained even a single ounce. It was the only thing Princess absolutely hated about his boyfriend.

He nodded to himself. Right. That was exactly what he was going to do. He was going to do exactly what he wanted to do – not that that was anything new – and wake Nicky up later. That decided he chanced one more kiss to Nicky’s lips then moved his own lips from his boyfriend’s and began to plant tiny teasing kisses – which he realized were mostly wasted, as Nicky was still asleep – down his neck until he reached his chest. Then, completely by instinct, he closed his mouth over Nicky’s left nipple. He brushed his tongue over it and sucked gently. Princess glanced back up at Nicky to see his boyfriend’s reaction because he knew there was no way Nicky could still be asleep after than. But his eyes were still shut, his breathing deep and even. Princess frowned. Then he shrugged. Well, his affections would wake Nicky sooner or later and he was unsure if he really wanted his boyfriend awake this soon or not. He moved on to try the same thing on the right side. Nicky remained deeply asleep, still not responding. Princess was becoming torn. On one hand he wanted Nicky awake and responding so he could show off his expertise in this particular field and what he had learned from his boyfriend in the past few years since they had met. And there were a few things he had read about in books and a couple that Raven had told him about but he had no intention of bringing that up whether Nicky was awake or asleep so that hardly counted. Princess had, only shortly after his eighteenth birthday, discovered that he liked to show off. It was one of the reasons he so enjoyed modeling for Raven and Taylor and his chosen course of study at school; both allowed him to show off to his fullest potential. On the other hand he did not want Nicky to respond because that would mean that he was awake and that meant he would probably make Princess stop if he heard his stomach growl, which, for the record, it just had. Again.

Princess was still undecided but he was happy to be able to practice his technique. He continued to lick and kiss his way down Nicky’s chest to his stomach. He placed a kiss on his boyfriend’s stomach then glanced down. Princess giggled rather loudly and his hand flew to his mouth to muffle the sound before it could wake Nicky. But he could not help the grin that just had to come out. At least one part of Nicky is awake and responding, he thought, still terribly amused.

With that small – or, if he were to be completely accurate, not so small at all really – bit of encouragement, Johnny bent his head down to press his lips against Nicky’s inner thigh. Then he glanced up at his boyfriend again. Princess frowned. It seemed as if nothing were going to wake Nicky before he was good and ready to wake up. But Princess supposed that it was all right with him. It gave him more time to have his way with Nicky’s body before his boyfriend woke up and his bottomless pit – or stomach, if one were to be literal – decided it wanted to play that game where Nicky almost maxed out his black card – the card that had no credit limit trying to fill it. That decided and happily so, he lowered his head again and blew hot breath across the head of Nicky’s cock.

Nicky was just surfacing from a sound sleep when he felt Princess’s hot breath on him. He knew immediately what it was; this was Princess’s favorite way to wake him. The rock star forced himself to remain still. He gritted his teeth. He could not let Princess know he was awake before the younger man really got into his little game. Nicky had been through this game before, had come to expect it almost, although it was still hot. How could a blowjob from Princess be anything else? The whole point of this game was to get Nicky awake. Once Nicky was awake, Princess would stop. And obviously it felt good so of course Nicky was going to pretend to be asleep for as long as possible. But as one perfectly pink, French manicured fingernail traced a circle just beneath the head of Nicky’s cock he found it more difficult to feign sleep than he had thought it would be. Apparently Princess had been reading erotica or getting tips from Raven again.

Princess glanced back up at Nicky’s face one last time before he lowered his head again and flicked his tongue out to collect the drop of precome that had gathered at the tip of his boyfriend’s penis. He licked his lips to savor Nicky’s familiar taste. Princess glanced up again quickly. Nicky was still asleep. Sometimes he thought his boyfriend could sleep through an atom bomb going off. Princess curled the fingers of his left hand around the base of Nicky’s erection and let his right hand rest on the sheet beside his lover’s left hip. He slowly licked around the head then tightened his grip on Nicky, still not getting a response. Princess frowned. So maybe he was not quite ready for his boyfriend to wake up but some response might be nice! He made up his mind. One way or the other Nicky was going to respond to his attentions, whether he woke up or not! Princess licked his lips and went in for the kill. He swallowed the entire length of Nicky’s erection – a skill Raven had taught him by demonstrating it on a cherry Popsicle the last time they had stopped in the park for frozen treats after a day of shopping – and swirled his tongue around it before sucking hard and slurping on it – another part of Raven’s demonstration with the Popsicle, although Princess was not quite sure he had been saying ‘and then you do this’.

Nicky could no longer keep up his ‘I’m still asleep’ act. His eyes flew open and his calloused fingers gripped the sheet beneath him so hard his knuckles turned white. “Shaunie!” he gasped.

Princess smiled. That was even better than the reaction he had hoped for. Nicky never called him by his real name – Shaun – or Sarah’s old nickname for him – Shaunie – unless he was feeling some particularly strong emotion. Apparently he was. Otherwise, Shaun was always Princess. They had agreed on that shortly after his eighteenth birthday. Princess did not want the public to know where he came from for two reasons, one being that he did not want reporters constantly annoying his family and the other being that his father had disowned him and he did not want that to be made public. So he had become Princess, a nickname Nicky had already called him anyway. The whole Princess thing came from something Sarah had said before Nicky had taken Princess away from Shady Lake for the last time, something about Nicky being like Prince Charming riding in on his white horse – or in his white horse as Nicky had been driving a white Mustang convertible at the time – to save the princess – the princess being, well, Princess – from the evil ogre – said ogre being Sarah and Princess’s father.

Turning his mind back to the fun at hand – or in his hand, if one preferred to be completely literal – Princess smiled with as well as he could with his mouth still full of the head of Nicky’s cock. He slid his mouth down over the whole thing again then slid back up and flicked his tongue over the tip. Without conscious thought, Nicky’s fingers tangled themselves in Princess’s honey blonde hair to guide him as the younger boy moved his left hand from Nicky’s hip to wrap it around the base of his cock as he sucked harder and picked up the pace. It took mere seconds for Nicky’s body to stiffen, signaling the onset of his orgasm. His eyes squeezed shut again and his hips lifted from the bed as he fucked Princess’s mouth. Princess, still amazed that he could have this effect on a world famous – or infamous – rock star, swirled his tongue around his boyfriend’s erection, gave it one last hard slurping suck exactly the way Raven had shown him to do, and slid his mouth back up just in time to avoid choking as Nicky cried out and came in his mouth. Princess quickly swallowed one of his favorite substances, again to avoid choking.

Afterward, not quite knowing how Nicky would react to being woken up when he had been quite happily sleeping off eight hours worth of jet lag, if perhaps he would be angry after the initial pleasure he had felt upon waking up was over, Princess did not move except to curl up close to his boyfriend with his head resting on Nicky’s stomach. He waited anxiously until, several minutes later, Nicky’s hand began to pet him. It smoothed his mussed hair and he felt his boyfriend’s fingers curling his hair around themselves and knew that Nicky was not angry with him. That feeling of relief was reinforced by a shaky laugh from the rock star followed by –

“Damn but you know how to give a good wake up call, don’t you, little Princess?”

Nicky only called him ‘little Princess’ when he was really happy.

Princess smiled.