Camping

Title: Camping: Chapter Fifteen: In Which Princess Is Not Drunk.

Author: Allison Wonderland

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Nicky and Princess come home after their dinner date at Trojka and sex ensues.

Warning(s): Language, homosexuality, consensual sex between two adults of the same gender.

Disclaimer: None needed. I own it all.

Note(s): Trojka is pronounced Troy-kah. I’m not sure about the transition between the last chapter and this one. If it sucks, let me know and I’ll try to fix it.

Princess was not drunk when Nicky handed him out of the limousine again in front of their apartment building sometime around eleven o’ clock that same night. He was. Not. Drunk. He was however very, very unsteady on his feet and almost more giggly than Nicky had ever seen him. But he was. Not. Drunk. The doorman, the same one who had been there earlier when they had gone out and gotten into the car earlier, opened the door. Still hanging on to Nicky’s arm because he really was a little less than steady on his feet – well, okay, a lot - Princess stepped inside the cool, air conditioned lobby of the apartment building, his shoes clacking on the black and white marble floor. His little fingers clenched in the purple silk of Nicky’s shirtsleeve as his feet somehow became tangled up together and he stumbled.

Nicky shook his head as he grabbed Princess around the waist and stood him upright on both feet again, making him giggle. Princess might not be drunk yet but he was getting there and one more alcoholic drink was going to push him over the edge between tipsy and completely drunk. Nicky made a mental not to himself not to allow his Princess another alcoholic drink – not vodka, not champagne, not anything else he decided he absolutely had to have – because no matter how fun a drunk Princess was, he was not going to deal with the hangover on an airplane tomorrow. “Come on, Princess,” he said. “Let’s get you upstairs before you hurt yourself.” He led Princess toward the elevators by the security guard’s desk.

Miraculously, the elevator doors slid open as soon as Nicky pushed the ‘up’ arrow on the panel beside the elevator. “We could still go to the party,” Princess said. He straightened his dress then linked his arm with Nicky’s again. Now that he was standing still he felt so much less like he was going to tip over and so much more like he could still go out and party at Bungalow 8 again. “We could go to the party at Bungalow 8 but just stay for an hour or two then come back here and go straight to bed.” It sounded good to Princess. “Oooh!” he exclaimed suddenly, having just thought of something else. “But we have to have a bubble bath sometime after the straight to bed part but before the packing and leaving part too.” Princess loved those rare occasions when Nicky agreed to take a hot bubble bath with him. Especially when the bubbles were pink.

His statement caused Nicky to roll his eyes. Again. He found himself doing that a lot when Princess was around. “For the last time,” he said as they stepped into the elevator and he pushed the button for their floor, “I am not going to a party at Bungalow 8 tonight and neither are you. I’m fine with going straight to bed. And the bubble bath before the packing and leaving part is okay too. But there is no way in hell you are partying two nights in a row. Particularly when we leave on a six hour flight for Colorado at seven o’ clock tomorrow morning.”

“But Nicky!” Princess whined. He felt a sudden overwhelming urge to stomp his little silver shoe encased foot on the hard black and white marble tiled floor. “Raven said he’s going! And so is Taylor! I don’t see why we can’t go.” About an hour earlier at Trojka, Princess had been on his way to the restroom when he had – quite literally – run into Raven who had been returning from the same place. After the requisite squealed greetings and the usual ‘oh my God it’s yous’ Raven had invited Princess – ‘and Nicky too since he’s finally back in town’ - to a private party one of his friends from his club kid days was throwing at Bungalow 8.

“Raven and Taylor don’t have to fly to Colorado at seven o’ clock tomorrow morning and even if they did they wouldn’t have to put up with a grumpy Princess with a hangover all the way there,” Nicky informed his boyfriend. “We, on the other hand,” he continued, “do have to fly to Colorado at seven o’ clock tomorrow morning and I would have to put up with a grumpy Princess with a hangover all the way there.” As if Princess had really forgotten that. Nicky placed his hand on the small of his boyfriend’s back over his silver faux flapper dress and guided him out of the elevator once the metal contraption had stopped on their floor.

“I know! But that isn’t for…” Princess grabbed Nicky’s left hand and looked at his watch. “Oh, it’s only eleven,” he said. “We aren’t flying out for another eight hours! That’s plenty of time to party, screw our brains out, and have a bubble bath.”

“But we have to be at the airport at five o’ clock and that’s in only six hours,” Nicky reminded him.

“Yes, but I can still go to the party, get gloriously drunk, and be completely recovered by then.” Okay, so maybe he would not be recovered by then but he could still go to a party and get gloriously drunk by then. Princess gave Nicky a pointed look, his eyes sweeping from the floor at Nicky’s feet all the way up to the top of his head. “And I’m sure if I can, you can too.” Nicky was so much bigger than Princess that it took forever for him to get drunk. But he also sobered up a lot faster.

Nicky unlocked the apartment door with his own key this time and, taking Princess’s hand, drew him inside. “Maybe I should tell Ayame you’d like to sleep outside under the stars tomorrow night?” he asked. “Imagine all the ‘bears and bugs and spiders’ and…what else was it? Oh, that’s right, ‘mad men with axes and families of human flesh eating inbred cannibals’ that could find you out there.”

Princess flopped down on one leg of the L-shaped couch and grimaced. That was not a happy thought and he hated having his own words thrown back at him. “You are pure unadulterated evil,” he told his boyfriend. Well, if they were not going to the party, they could get on with their original plans then. Princess could not wait to…well, he was sure if he even thought about it Nicky would know. He was sure sometimes his boyfriend could read his mind. “Well, if we aren’t going to the party…” Princess so had to call Raven once they got to Colorado tomorrow and tell him exactly why they had not been at the party. And probably trade sex tips too but that was entirely beside the point just now.

Nicky joined Princess on the couch and with the problem of the party having finally been solved – although, knowing Princess it was only the first of many problems that were likely to pop up tonight – Nicky quickly decided to solve another one, the one where Princess’s mouth, the only thing about him that was really big and even then not in the literal sense, had a tendency to open at the most inopportune times to say the worst possible things, and kissed him. The only way to keep Princess’s foul but gorgeous and so kissable mouth from continuing his tirade about the party and how disappointed Raven and Taylor were going to be if they did not show up was to put said foul but gorgeous and so kissable mouth to good use. At least that was what Nicky told himself. The truth was that he had wanted to kiss Princess senseless since seeing him walk out of the bathroom in that dazzling little silver dress. Actually, if he were to be honest he had been longing to see the dress lying crumpled up on the purple carpet in their bedroom since then.

Princess felt the Nicky’s kiss travel all the way down his spine to the ends of his toes. He shivered even though the air conditioner was not turned up quite high enough to invoke the shivers and curled his toes so tightly he thought they would break. He pressed himself against Nicky so closely he could feel his boyfriend’s every breath, every heartbeat, and every bit of heat through the two thin layers of clothing separating the two of them. It was all he could do to keep from wrapping his legs around Nicky’s waist the way he had in the airport earlier and beg his boyfriend to fuck him. But he could not. That would interfere with his plans for Nicky later on tonight. But before he could do that, he had to get his boyfriend into the bedroom first.

“Are you sure this is what you want, Princess?” Nicky asked. “We could just go to sleep if you want to. Not that we’ll have much time to sleep if we do.” Nicky was…not tired exactly. He knew he could stay awake and alert and spend the rest of the night and the early hours of the morning screwing Princess into the mattress – or any other flat surface they happened to fall onto but if Princess wanted to sleep now, he knew he could probably go to sleep too.

“Yes,” Princess said. He did not quite believe that Nicky was considering sleeping when they could be doing other, more fun things on their one night alone together before they went – horror of horrors -camping. “Yes, it’s what I want.” That decided, Princess ground his hips against Nicky’s, leaving no doubt in the older man’s mind that this was what he wanted, that he wanted to be with Nicky, not to sleep, which was what he really should be doing, what they both really should be doing. They were going to be exhausted and quite possibly hung over tomorrow but Princess knew exactly what he wanted, what – and who – he needed, and consequences be damned.

Nicky pulled Princess toward him again, right into his lap this time. He kept both of his arms around the beautiful boy to make sure Princess stayed where he was at. Not that Nicky really thought he would try to move. Not that Princess was even thinking about moving. It was hard to think about anything else when he was being kissed so strongly.

And it was hard to remember too. Hard to remember that they were flying out to Colorado at seven o’ clock tomorrow morning – only eight hours from now – and should be either sleeping or packing in preparation for the trip. But Nicky’s kisses made him feel like the most beautiful creature in all the world – and okay, some of the magazines claimed he was but they did not make him feel it. Nicky wanted him and was making that perfectly clear; Princess could feel just how much pressing hard and insistently against the palm he had placed at the front of his boyfriend’s jeans. And of course Princess felt the same. Who cared that they were going to have to pack quickly and just toss everything into their suitcases and let it get wrinkled? Nicky’s tongue was thoroughly exploring and mapping out the inner recesses of his mouth like a spelunker in some heretofore-unknown system of caves. Princess gasped into his boyfriend’s mouth as Nicky’s right hand began an investigation of its own. It slid beneath his dress, up his satiny smooth leg to his hip, Princess’s dress going along for the ride. Princess found himself struggling to breath. Fingertips brushed over the hardness barely contained by his crimson silk panties and Princess was suddenly sure that, had he been standing, his knees would not have held him up.

Then Nicky took his hand away from that delightful spot beneath Princess’s skirt to place them on his hips and tug him closer still. Princess found himself straddling his boyfriend’s legs with his dress pushed up to his waist, his own legs spread apart and Nicky’s hardness pressing against him. All in all it was a lovely position to be in. Nicky turned himself around sideways on the couch, moving Princess with him. He leaned against the arm of the couch but kept his feet still on the floor. He placed one hand on the small of Princess’s back and the other on the back of his neck. “Lie back now,” Nicky instructed. His hands gently guided Princess down until his head rested on one of the many throw pillows that His Royal Highness had insisted they had to have.

If Princess had thought he had been in the perfect position a moment ago, this one was more perfect still. Nicky pushed his dress up farther then leaned down to kiss his stomach. Princess moaned softly at the unexpected sensation and reached for his boyfriend. His little fingers tangled in the older man’s soft black hair. It was still slightly damp from the shower they had shared earlier before going to the restaurant. Nicky ignored the hands in his hair even as they urged him to move downward. He continued to plant tiny, teasing kisses across Princess’s stomach along the top of his barely there, barely holding everything in, crimson silk panties. He kissed the front of the tiny blonde’s panties, just over the wet spot that had formed there and looked up at Princess. Nicky found himself being stared at despite the ragged, uneven breathing his kisses were causing in his boyfriend. “What?” Nicky asked. “Is there something wrong?” He knew his lover was impatient but wanted to drag it out as long as he could.

“No,” Princess said and in the brief second before he continued Nicky just knew something snarky was going to come out of that beautiful little mouth. “I’m just looking for your lobotomy scar!” he said sarcastically. “Hurry up, Nicky!” His plans for what he wanted to do with – or to, depending on how one looked at it – Nicky were quickly dwindling away. He wanted what Nicky was doing to him so badly, yet at the same time he wanted to other things to Nicky. But he could spring that on his boyfriend once they were done with this part.

Nicky laughed at the typical Princess being Princess behavior. He was always unable to help himself when it came to his Princess’s mouth getting ahead of his brain. “Patience is a virtue, Princess mine,” he said.

At any other time Princess would have giggled at the way Nicky had worded the ‘Princess mine’ phrase but this was not the time for giggling. Now was the time for getting on with it! “Not right now it isn’t!” he said and tugged on Nicky’s hair.

Nicky ducked his head so Princess could not see his smile. He knew that if the diminutive blonde boy knew – or even thought – he was being laughed at he would reclaim his throne in a hurry. “All right, Princess. All right,” he said. He glanced up at Princess one final time – he loved the boy’s expressions – then pushed the shiny fabric of the faux flapper dress up Princess’s chest, baring more skin for his hands and mouth to devour. Then Nicky lowered his head and brought his mouth to Princess’s skin again.

The first burning touch of his boyfriend’s mouth on one of Princess’s sensitive pink nipples caused him to cry out loudly and arch his back. The world seemed suddenly to have turned upside down. All Princess could focus on was Nicky’s mouth on his skin and his own hand reaching down to unfasten the buttons on Nicky’s jeans. There were times when he hated those ridiculous button fly pants Nicky insisted on wearing. What did his boyfriend have against zippers anyway? “Nicky,” he moaned in frustration. Then, surprisingly, he felt the row of buttons give way beneath his fingers.

Then that part of his boyfriend that Princess had felt hot and hard against him through their clothes sprang out into his hand and it was Nicky’s turn to moan. “Mmm. Fuck, Princess,” he said against the fake baked skin of his Princess’s rib cage.

“Yes,” Princess said. “That’s the general idea. Now if you would just get on with it!” Princess had wanted to do things another way, at least once tonight, a sort of role reversal, but they could do things the way they usually did too. Either one brought about much the same type of physical pleasure. Princess gave what was in his hand a gentle squeeze. Still, a squeeze was a squeeze, gentle though it might be, and the pressure on his cock caused Nicky to inhale sharply and close his eyes. His head fell to rest on Princess’s chest.

He recovered a moment later to only to hear a giggle coming from the boy peering down at him. Nicky lifted himself away from his lover. One of his hands slid down the boy’s stomach to toy with the top of the tiny – how did Princess fit everything in there anyway? – crimson silk panties he had found under the silky silver faux flapper dress. His fingers trailed over the silk, over the hardness it just barely covered, down to one of the leg openings – not that there was much to separate that opening from the one at the waist. His fingertips toyed with the fabric for a moment before slipping inside. Nicky’s long calloused fingers curled around Princess’s erection and gave it a gentle stroke.

Princess made a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a whimper. Now they were getting somewhere. Finally.

But just as that thought crossed Princess’s mind, Nicky took his hand away. He sat up and moved away to look down at the little blonde boy who laid spread out on the sofa in front of him like a fallen angel, his honey blonde hair still sort of piled on top of his head the same way he had started out the evening but irreparably mussed with several curls falling into his face, lipstick kiss smeared beyond repair, slinky silky silvery dress pushed all the way up under his arms leaving his chest and stomach bare to Nicky’s view, pale pink nipples made hard by the heat of his boyfriend’s lips and tongue, and farther down, those crimson silk panties that barely held everything in and served only one purpose: to make Nicky want him even more. Only now Nicky was not quite thinking of the way things usually went just now. He thought instead of something they seldom did because Princess – and himself, too if he were honest – preferred it the other way, a sort of role reversal game that they rarely played. He smoothed his hand down Princess’s stomach between the sharp hip bones to which his crimson silk panties clung precariously, threatening to slip off at any moment if he were to stand up and let gravity have its say. “You’re beautiful,” Nicky murmured, unable to help it. His right hand still rested on Princess’s flat stomach between his hipbones, just above that tiny scrap of crimson silk and he stroked the soft skin with his thumb in feather light touches.

Princess stretched. His body arched against Nicky’s hand, trying – and failing – to move it downward. “Nicky,” he begged through kiss-swollen, lipstick smeared lips. “Touch me. Please.”

Nicky leaned down to brush his lips against Princess’s in the lightest of touches. He felt his boyfriend’s tiny fingers tangling in his hair again. “Hold on, sweetheart,” he murmured. Nicky slipped his hands beneath the younger boy then, with Princess in his arms, he made his way around various pieces of furniture, two Shih Tzus, and a stray pair of – Princess’s – shoes and into the bedroom. He dropped Princess on the bed and let him bounce again then lay down beside him.

“You have something against skewering me on the couch?” Princess asked once they were lying on the bed together. But he did not give Nicky time to answer. Seeing his chance to reverse their roles, if Nicky was up for it, he rolled over on top of his boyfriend and sat up on Nicky’s stomach, one knee resting on the bed on each side of him.

And then he giggled, a giggle Nicky knew meant trouble was coming but that it was trouble he would like.