Camping

Title: Camping: Chapter Twelve: Pretty Baby

Author: Allison Wonderland

Rating: NC-17

Summary: And here we go with the sex again. Nicky and Princess get ready to go out and shower together.

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

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.

Princess smiled, pleased with his own performance. The next time he saw Raven he would tell his closest friend and favorite shopping companion that the technique he had demonstrated on his cherry Popsicle had worked on Nicky too. And then he would so be asking Raven if he had any more sex tips to share. Nicky continued to stroke his hair the same way Princess himself petted Tinsley and Shasta when either of the two of them curled up on his stomach to sleep. He felt a tug on his hair suddenly. “Come on, baby,” Nicky said at last. “Come up here.”

Princess did as he was told for once. He moved up to lie half on Nicky’s chest and stomach and half between his legs and propped himself up on his forearms so he cold look at his boyfriend. “You aren’t mad at me?” he asked, almost sure Nicky was not. “Are you?” But he had to be sure.

“About what?” Nicky asked. For the life of him, sometimes he could not understand Princess even though they had been together for a few years now. He could think of no reason why he would be angry at Princess. Well, if he were forced to be honest, he would have to admit that he was not exactly thinking of much after Princess’s last little display of affection.

Nicky looked genuinely confused and he was a horrible actor. Princess began to feel a little better. Maybe Nicky really was not angry with him. “You said you were starting to feel the jet lag setting in earlier and then we went to sleep and you were still asleep when I woke up but then I woke you up.” Princess was never able to give a simple explanation for anything and he wondered why he had even brought it up.

“Umm…” Nicky said. His eyes studied Princess’s face. “I should be.”

“Oh,” Princess refused to look Nicky in the eyes. Instead he found his boyfriend’s chest suddenly interesting. He felt his heart sink. There would be no Trojka tonight, no romantic dinner and he would probably end up in his before bed bubble bath alone because Nicky would refuse to come in with him and that was only if he were still allowed to have his bath because Nicky might decide to punish him by not letting him have it and…

“But no,” Nicky continued. “I’m not mad at you. I could never be mad at my Princess.” Not for long, at least.

Princess felt more relieved than he had ever thought it was possible to feel. He let out a breath he had not known he had been holding and relaxed immediately. Perhaps tonight there would be Trojka and a hot bubble bath with pink bubbles and maybe Nicky would join him in the bathtub. Princess wriggled against his boyfriend then rested his head on Nicky’s shoulder contentedly. Then the clock on the nightstand caught his attention and he remembered why he had been so eager to wake Nicky up. “Nicky,” he said, “I’m hungry.”

It was rare for Princess to be hungry and actually admit it. He rarely ate anything more than gourmet coffee, biscotti, vitamin water, fresh fruit, granola bars, and hot tea. “You’re a big boy,” Nicky told Princess. “You’re old enough to feed yourself now and everything.” Although sometimes he did not act like it.

Princess lifted his head to look at Nicky again and stuck his tongue out at his boyfriend. “But I want to go out,” he whined.

Nicky turned his head to look at the alarm clock. It was not even nine o’ clock yet and he too was hungry. He had eaten the complimentary breakfast provided at the hotel in Las Vegas but that had been early that morning. The airline had served lunch on the non-stop flight from Las Vegas to New York City but it had been airline food. Airline food was notoriously bad and even Nicky with what Princess called his ‘bottomless pit like stomach and ability to eat anything without gaining a single ounce’ had found it unpalatable. But at this time of night it would most likely be impossible to get reservations anywhere on such short notice. “I guess we could go out,” he said. Besides, if Princess was actually claiming to be hungry he was going to feed the boy as much as he could before that changed. Princess seemed healthy enough but sometimes Nicky worried about his weight – or lack of – and his obsession with gourmet coffee and aversion to eating anything that did not come from Starbucks, the produce section of the supermarket, or a cereal box. “How about McDonalds in Time Square?” he asked.

Princess made a face. “McDonalds?” he asked. Oh, no. Absolutely not. There was no fucking way Princess was going to McDonalds when it was just him and Nicky and Minako was not coming along or demanding that they go to her favorite restaurant. He had his heart set on Trojka and damn it, they were going there!

Nicky rolled his eyes. They had this same discussion every time the subject of eating was brought up. There were times when Nicky suggested they go to a fast food restaurant just to make Princess do his little drama queen routine. But, cute or not, he did not want to deal with the drama queen tonight. They needed to decide where they were going to go or order in from if they wanted to eat sometime before midnight. “Where do you want to go, then?” he asked.

“Trojka!” Princess exclaimed, sitting up. He bounced up and down on Nicky’s stomach several times.

Nicky threw back his head – as well as he could with his head resting on the pillow – and laughed a lot harder than he had in quite some time.

Princess stopped bouncing and glared.

“Honestly, honey,” Nicky said when he could speak again, “there is no way we can get reservations for Trojka at this time of night.”

Princess smiled again and pointed his finger at Nicky’s chest. “Rock star,” he said simply.

Nicky laughed again. He pointed at Princess. “Dreaming,” he told the younger boy simply. “But,” he conceded, “I’ll see what I can do.”

Princess squealed. He was used to getting his own way by now but he still loved it when Nicky gave him what he wanted, or tried to anyway.

“All right, Princess. Go have a shower and I’ll see if I can get reservations.” It was going to take Princess forever to get ready to go to the restaurant and even if Nicky did manage to get reservations there was no way he would be ready in time to get there since Trojka locked its doors at 10:30.

“Will you come in with me?” he asked Nicky. “Pleeeeaaase? If you come in the shower with me we can preserve water.”

Nicky made what was, in Princess’s opinion, a very inelegant snorting sound. “Yeah, right,” he said. “That’s not going to preserve water. Or time.” But he would be going in the shower with Princess anyway. He could never resist. Nicky patted Princess’s butt – the small part of it he could reach with Princess still sitting on his stomach. “Get up, brat,” he ordered.

Princess rolled off of Nicky and landed on the bed beside him. “Don’t be long,” he ordered. “I’m just having a short shower.” He knew Nicky would end up joining him. He always did. Princess bounced into the bathroom and turned the shower on full blast.

Nicky waited until he heard the shower running. Then he got out of bed and went to find his cell phone in one of the bags the doorman had – hopefully – already brought up by now.

Princess stood in the blue tile lined shower stall, his face tilted upward toward the spray. His eyes were closed and he made a low purring sound in the back of his throat from the pleasure the hot water was bringing him. Behind him the shower door opened and Princess smiled. He had known his boyfriend would be joining him. The door closed again and he felt a large calloused hand on his back. “Nicky?” he purred. “Is that you?” The spray from the hot shower felt too good for him to turn around and look at the shower invader.

Nicky laughed softly. “Who else do you have coming in the shower with you?” he asked.

“Hmm….” Princess said as he pretended to consider it. “I took a shower with Raven once.” He was sure Nicky already knew that.

“That doesn’t count.” Because Raven was…well…Raven. Raven and Taylor had much the same type of relationship that Nicky and Princess had. Unable to help himself, Nicky wrapped his arms around the younger boy from behind and hugged him, drawing Princess back against him and out of the direct spray of the shower. Princess tipped his head back against Nicky’s shoulder to look at him. He had to squint because, even though he was out of the direct path of the shower spray, the water still fell into his face. “What?” Nicky asked. He wondered what was going to come out of Princess’s mouth next. Of course, he was always wondering what was going to come out of Princess’s mouth next. There was nothing strange about that.

Princess shrugged. “Nothing.” The first time Nicky had gone on tour and left Princess behind he had been terrified. Raven had dragged the younger boy home after one of their shopping trips the first day Princess had been left on his own and Taylor what was wrong with him. Taylor had invited Princess to stay with him and Raven for as long as he needed to. It had seemed like a good idea at the time but eventually Princess had grown secure enough to spend more and more time on his own. Then it had come time for Nicky to return for a brief one week break in the tour and Princess had completely freaked out. He had been so sure Nicky would hate him for sleeping with Raven and Taylor – even though nothing sexual had happened – that he was dreading his boyfriend coming home. But on the night Nicky had returned Princess had been so nervous he had blurted out what happened the moment he saw Nicky in the airport. Nicky had just laughed and said that he was happy that his Princess had someone to go to when he was out of town. Since then he had become secure enough in the knowledge that Nicky loved him that the question ‘did you have fun today, Princess?’ could make everything he had done that day come popping out of his mouth without a second thought, even if those activities had included taking a shower with Raven – except that had not involved anything sexual either, only a lot of giggling and splashing. “Love you,” Princess said. Sometimes he wondered if Nicky knew exactly how much he loved him, how appreciative he was that Nicky – a rock star who could have anyone he wanted – had chosen an insecure little boy like the one Princess had been – although, admittedly he had grown up some, albeit not much, and those insecurities were gone – to spend his life with.

“I love you too, Princess,” Nicky said. So much more than you could ever possibly know, he thought, an image of the diamond ring in its little case flashing into his mind. He had to get Princess alone sometime this weekend. There was a certain question he had been burning to ask every time he spoke to his Princess over the phone for the last two weeks – and that had only been since he had gotten the ring. “I made our reservations for nine thirty,” he told Princess, afraid that, at any given moment, that question was going to pop out and he was going to ruin the romantic surprise he had planned for his Princess. Well, okay, so he did not exactly have anything planned yet but he would. Soon. He hoped. “So we need to make this a quick shower if we want to get there in time. It’s going to be nine o’ clock in about five minutes.” Or it had been that time when Nicky had looked at the clock before joining Princess in the shower. Without warning he moved the two of them under the shower spray. Princess let out a sound that was very much like a startled squeak. He turned around to glare at his boyfriend. Nicky chose to ignore the outraged squeak and picked up the pink bottle full of Princess’s favorite strawberries and cream scented shampoo. “Turn around again,” he ordered.

Princess did as he was told for what was possibly the first time since he had discovered his confidence and independence somewhere in New York City after moving there with Nicky when he was eighteen. This was what he most liked about showering with Nicky. Sure, the sex in the shower and the splashing and all the other wet, slippery games they played were fun and he loved all of that but there was something about Nicky washing his hair, about Nicky taking care of him, that Princess loved even more. When Nicky washed his hair, Princess got to feel his boyfriend’s hands in his hair. Sometimes, if they had time and if Princess was persuasive enough, he could convince Nicky that he needed a bath too, that he could not possibly take one on his own, and then he could feel his boyfriend’s hands all over his body. And that usually led to sex. Princess was brought back from the thoughts of what might happen to the reality of what was happening when he felt Nicky’s fingers begin to massage the shampoo into his wet hair. He purred. “Feels good,” he murmured as he leaned back against Nicky again, just enough to be comfortable but not enough to impede Nicky’s movements as he washed Princess’s hair.

“Yeah?” Nicky asked as he continued to massage the shampoo into his boyfriend’s hair. The shampoo lathered up around his hands, putting off a sweet, strawberries and cream smell, the same smell that always reminded Nicky of Princess. “We have reservations at Trojka at nine thirty,” Nicky said. He was not going to tell Princess what he had gone through – or how much money he had promised a certain waiter at a certain restaurant – to get those reservations and damn it, they were not going to miss them. “So you can’t fall asleep,” he continued as he looked down at Princess’s heavy eyelids.

Princess smiled, another of those purr like sounds issuing from his mouth at the same time. “Mmm….Not…” he murmured. He was not falling asleep. Not really. But Nicky washing his hair was almost the equivalent of sex. Really, really, really good sex. “Just feels good.” He wanted to make Nicky feel something akin to what he was feeling. Besides, they usually had sex in the shower anyway. He reached his left hand around behind himself, feeling for Nicky. In only a moment he found what he wanted. Princess wrapped his hand around Nicky’s gorgeous – at least he assumed it was gorgeous; he could not see it but it always was - half erection and gently massaged it the same way Nicky was massaging the shampoo into Princess’s hair.

Nicky jumped. He moved backward quickly and the hands massaging the shampoo into Princess’s hair left. “Princess!” he exclaimed. “What did I tell you about our reservations and this being a quick shower?” His hand slapped his boyfriend’s ass. It was a less than halfhearted endeavor.

“You said the reservations were at Trojka at nine thirty and if we were going to make it we had to just have a quick shower.” Regardless of what Nicky might have been thinking, Princess had been listening. For once. Princess’s big blue green puppy dog eyes stared up at Nicky. The water from the shower spray on his face looked almost like tears. “I just wanted to make you feel as good as I was feeling before when you were washing my hair. Was that really so bad? Besides, it’s not like we’ve never…done things…before when we didn’t really have a lot of time.”

“You already did that a few minutes ago,” Nicky reminded Princess. “Remember?” He kissed Princess’s forehead. “We don’t really have time to do it again,” he said.

“But Nicky!” Princess protested. He would have gone on to say more – a lot more – but Nicky chose that moment to move him directly beneath the spray of the shower. Instead of continuing with his tirade he quickly shut his eyes and mouth to avoid having the shampoo washing out of his hair going into them. When Nicky had finished rinsing his hair – running his fingers through it and massaging Princess’s head several times over as well – Princess stepped forward from under the shower spray and glared at his boyfriend. “I hate you,” His Royal Highness informed Nicky.

“Yes, sweetheart. Of course you hate me.” Nicky had long ago learned that it was the wisest course of action not to believe anything Princess said when he was claiming he hated someone or something. Fifteen minutes later he would love the same thing he had just claimed to hate. Unless it was something that had been termed ‘icky’ or ‘ucky’ or some other form of Princess speak for ‘disgusting.’ “I guess I’ll have to do something about that, won’t I?” he asked. And there goes the ‘quick shower’ idea, he thought. But how am I supposed to pass up sex with Princess when he obviously wants it so badly? Without giving Princess a chance to respond to his sarcasm he dragged the younger boy closer and kissed him firmly. He felt more than heard Princess moan into his mouth and turned the two of them around so he could press His Royal Highness’s back up against the wall of the shower stall. Nicky kissed him again. “Now behave,” he ordered, “or you won’t get any vodka with dinner.”

Princess made an outraged sound that sounded more like an indignant squeak than anything intimidating. He hated the ‘no vodka’ threat. Well, really, it was not just the ‘no vodka’ threat, it was also the ‘no alcohol’ threat. Princess was still underage when it came to drinking alcohol. If he wanted something alcoholic when they went out, Nicky had to order it for him. And when Nicky wanted him to do something he otherwise would not do, out came the ‘no alcohol’ threat.

Nicky gave him that patented evil rock star smile and sank down to his knees in front of the younger boy.

Princess’s eyes widened but he remained quiet in accordance with Nicky’s threat. If he opened his mouth…well, all thoughts of ‘behaving’ would be gone. Besides he did not want to ruin what he thought was going to happen. What he hoped was going to happen anyway. Nicky’s right hand lightly stroked Princess’s cock while his left sat on the boy’s right hip, holding him still and keeping his back against the wall. His eyes still watching Princess – because Princess’s reactions to such stimuli were priceless – Nicky lowered his head to tease the head of Princess’s cock with the tip of his tongue. Princess gasped. “Nicky! Please!” he begged.

“Please, what?” Nicky asked. He drew incrementally closer to Princess’s erection with each word. “What do you want, baby?”

“Something,” Princess panted. “Anything. I don’t care.”

Nicky gave Princess his evil rock star smile again. Princess was starting to hate that smile. “Maybe you don’t care if I stop then?” he asked. Nicky longed to drag out his sweet torture as long as he could but he knew they had to make it quick if they were going to get to the restaurant on time to keep their reservations. And Princess still had to do his hair and make up after they got out of the shower. But he still had to tease Princess a little bit. He sat back on his knees, looking at Princess.

“No!” Princess shrieked.

That was the response Nicky had counted on. He leaned forward toward Princess’s erection again and this time he did not stop until he had taken the whole thing into his mouth – a much smaller feat for Nicky than it had been for Princess. He slid his hands between Princess’s ass and the cold tile wall of the shower stall. He gripped his boyfriend’s posterior and pulled him forward at the same time. Nicky glanced up at Princess, only to find his eyes squeezed shut. While he was waiting to see Princess’s reaction, Nicky pulled back a little. He almost let Princess’s erection slip from his mouth but at the last possible moment he took him back in with a patented little swirl of his tongue around the entire length as it passed through his lips.

Princess’s entire body jerked. His eyes flew open as he suddenly stared down at Nicky. “Nicky,” he moaned. “More. Please. I’m so close!”

But Nicky did not give Princess more of what he wanted. Instead he pulled away again. Princess started to protest. How dare his boyfriend leave him like this! But he was cut off. “Hush,” Nicky ordered. He reached for the conditioner bottle and Princess wanted to say something about how his penis needed attention more than his hair did but he kept his mouth shut. Nicky poured a generous amount of conditioner into his right hand. Princess watched him, completely confused. He could not for the life of him figure out how Nicky had gone from hair to sex and back to hair again. But then Nicky’s mouth returned to Princess’s erection and his hand – now conditioner covered – slipped behind the little drama queen again. His fingers pressed against Princess’s entrance and the first one slipped inside.

Princess made a mewling noise that reminded him of the sound Raven’s kitten made when it was hungry. His fingers tangled in Nicky’s hair. This was as good as having full-blown sex with his boyfriend. Almost. He rocked his hips back and forth, unable to decide which sensation he wanted to feel more, the wet heat of Nicky’s mouth on him or the sweet pressure of Nicky’s finger inside him. Then Nicky added a second finger and brushed both of them against Princess’s prostate. Princess whimpered and his toes curled. Both the sound and the action were ones that Nicky knew meant his diminutive boyfriend was going to come at any second. Princess did just that. A moment later he collapsed into Nicky’s waiting arms. He snuggled close and gradually his breathing returned to normal as, despite the rapidly cooling water in the shower, he felt Nicky petting his wet blonde hair and heard him whispering things in his ear about ‘mine’ and ‘love you’ and ‘pretty baby.’