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Title: Camping: Chapter Three: Ruined

Author: Allison Wonderland

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Princess gets up and discovers his skirt has been Bellini’d.

Warning(s): Language, brief nudity but not for obscene purposes.

Disclaimer: See chapter one.

Note(s): None.

“What’s wrong, Princess?” Nicky asked, sure something horrible had happened. His mind automatically jumped to the worst possible event: his stalker had been released from prison and come after Princess. Again. “Tell me what’s wrong and I’ll fix it as soon as I get home.” If it was not something he could fix before that or something life threatening that required police and a hospital visit or…maybe he should just use his second cell phone to call Taylor and have him go over to their apartment and fix whatever was wrong with Princess because the ex-cowboy was so calm – but really, when dating Raven Reyes, one had to be calm - and so much less prone to freaking out than Princess or Raven or…well, to be honest, Nicky himself.

“You can’t fix it this time, Nicky! It’s ruined!” he wailed, mindless of both his headache and his boyfriend’s ear.

Oh, Nicky thought, that’s all it is? He should have known his boyfriend. His boyfriend had gone out clubbing last night. That almost screamed ruined clothing the next morning. “Calm down, Princess. Tell me what’s ruined and I’ll buy you a new one as soon as I get home,” Nicky promised in an attempt to calm his boyfriend. The easiest way to end the freaking out when Princess broke or ruined something was to promise a new one.

“My pink and green skirt. Remember? The Givenchy one?”

“Right. That one,” Nicky said even though he had no idea which skirt his boyfriend was talking about. Princess had hundreds of skirts and any amount of them could have been pink and green Givenchy ones.

Princess sniffled at the sudden demise of one of his favorite skirts. “I wore it out to Bungalow 8 last night and spilled my Bellini on it when I was dancing with Raven and…and I forgot to soak it last night and now it’s ruined!” He was so going to cry!

Nicky shook his head. He was happy Princess could not see him. Sometimes his boyfriend could be such a girl, not just because he loved skirts and dresses and anything else sparkly but also with the way he acted. But Nicky loved it. He wouldn’t have it any other way. “I’m sure it’s salvageable, Princess,” he said. “Just send it out for dry cleaning. If it can’t be saved, I’ll buy you a new one the second we get to Europe.” He hoped reminding Princess of their impeding trip to Europe would drive the thought of his possibly ruined skirt right out of his head. Unfortunately, he was not so lucky.

“But Nicky!” Princess protested, almost sobbing. “It’s vintage Givenchy!”

That meant almost nothing to Nicky except that Givenchy was one of Princess’s favorite labels and vintage meant old and hard to find. “Calm down, Princess,” he said reassuringly. Again. “It’s going to be okay. If we can’t find you another one we can have one made. I’m sure Raven and Taylor can design one for you that looks almost exactly the same.” That was the beauty of having best friends who were also fashion designers. Princess could get anything he wanted, as long as it was from the Fantasticka line, for almost nothing. Not that money was really an issue for an internationally famous – or infamous – ice dancer turned internationally famous – or infamous – rock star.

“But it won’t be the same!” Princess moaned. “It won’t be Givenchy. It’ll be Fantasticka!”

“Then we’ll…I don’t know…look on eBay for one or something. Or if you can’t fine another skirt just like that one I’ll buy you…” What was something Princess really wanted that Nicky refused to buy him? The problem was, Nicky bought him everything he wanted. Or nearly everything. There was one or two things Princess had begged for but Nicky had refused him. “Remember that dress you really wanted from the last Fantasticka show? The bright blue one with all the fake flowers and things on it that Paris Hilton wore on the runway? The one I said you couldn’t have because the runway outfits always go in a special closet at Fantasticka to be brought out later and…whatever?”

Princess sniffled again. “Yes.”

“If your skirt can’t be repaired, I’ll have Raven and Taylor make you one exactly like it.” It would be no trouble. He had actually commissioned the same dress to be made as a birthday gift for his boyfriend’s nineteenth birthday back in May but due to a special midsummer fashion show Raven and Taylor were doing for charity it had not been ready in time. It was almost ready now but Nicky had decided to wait until the end of the summer while they were in London to give it to Princess as a special gift. Maybe a wedding gift if…well, they would come to that later. If the blue dress did not work to calm his Princess, Nicky would try bribing him with a Vera Wang wedding dress. Princess had asked him for one for no apparent reason several weeks ago. Nicky had laughed, not knowing his Princess was serious, and said that no, he did not need a wedding dress, as he was not getting married any time in the near future. Of course Princess had no idea what Nicky had planned for the end of the tour.

A giggle escaped from Princess’s pouting lips. He sounded somewhat less hysterical than he had only moments before. “Would you really do that for me?” he asked.

“I would,” Nicky assured him. “Anything for my Princess.” He had no doubt that his Princess would wear a dress meant only for the runway or even a wedding dress if Nicky were to buy it. That thought provoked another one, infinitely more pleasant than anything that had happened so far today. Nicky looked at the Louis Vuitton bag sitting between his feet again, the bag in whose side pocket was secured a ring box from Tiffany’s. In the ring box was a diamond ring he had specially ordered via his manager only minutes after Princess had left on the plane to New York two weeks ago. He had planned to drop one knee in the airport tonight when he arrived home and ask Princess to marry him, which would serve two purposes. One, to ask Princess to marry him and Two, to lay to rest the tabloid rumors that ‘Nicky Narcissus, Lead Singer Of Triple Flip, Has Called It Quits With Long Time Significant Other ‘Princess’. Only a few minutes ago when Princess had agreed to come on the camping trip with him and Ayame and the children, Nicky had changed his mind. The airport was not the most romantic place for a marriage proposal. He had instead decided to wait until they got to the park. Nicky would have Ayame take care of Minako while he took Princess off to one of the many romantic places in the park and proposed to him. But before then… “Shit, Princess,” he said, remembering the tabloid he had signed for someone on the street that same morning. “We have worse problems than your skirt.”

Princess frowned. “What could be worse than a ruined vintage Givenchy?” he asked skeptically. He was not at all sure the skirt was ruined yet. If he could find some cream of tartar he might still be able to soak the stain from the fragile material. He hoped so anyway.

“The tabloids.” The tabloids were, unfortunately, a necessary evil when it came to being an internationally famous – or infamous – rock star. They were also, unfortunately, a necessary evil when it came to being an internationally famous – or infamous – rock star’s significant other. “Have you seen any of them lately?” No, Nicky realized, Princess probably had not seen any of the tabloids. The only things he read were Meg Cabot novels and Vogue magazine. He hated newspapers, claiming that they and things like Newsweek were too depressing to read.

“I don’t read those things, Nicky.” Well… “Unless I’m on the cover, of course.” Then another thought crossed Princess’s one track mind. “I’m not, am I?” he asked. Princess frowned. He should not be on the cover of any current tabloids. There should not be any stories about them in the tabloids either because Princess’s favorite hobby was planting strange stories that could not possibly be true about himself and his boyfriend in the tabloids and he had not done any lately after Nicky had threatened him with the loss of his credit card if he did it again. Princess wriggled out of the pink lacy panties he had worn under his ruined skirt the night before and let them fall to the bedroom floor’s thick purple carpet too.

“No, we aren’t on the cover of any that I’ve seen,” Nicky admitted. “But I signed the inside of one this morning and I’m pretty sure we’re inside plenty of them.” The boarding call for his flight came and he glanced at his watch. An hour late.

“Oh!” Princess exclaimed, intrigued. “What are they saying about us now? Are we married? Am I really a girl? Have you been beating me again?” He took the phone away from his ear for just long enough to take off one of Nicky’s tee shirts he had pulled on before getting into bed when he had returned from clubbing early this morning. Sleeping naked was no fun unless Nicky was there. Their fans always assumed Princess slept in lacy frilly pink things because, considering what the rest of his clothing looked like, it seemed like his style. The fan fiction he had stumbled across on the Internet was full of the same thing. In reality, he preferred – and was most comfortable in – his panties and one of Nicky’s tee shirts.

Nicky laughed. Princess had a different take on tabloids and reporters than anyone else he had ever met. Most other celebrities Nicky knew viewed the tabloids and reporters as a necessary evil. Princess found the tabloid stories amusing and the drama queen himself had planted the recent bout of stories claiming he was female. Nicky thought it was funny sometimes but he had threatened to take away Princess’s credit card if he tried to create such an enormous scandal again. “Nothing like that, Princess. They’re saying we’re breaking up.”

Princess rolled his eyes. “Again?” he asked. This was at least the fifteenth time since the public had first gotten a glimpse of Nicky and Princess together when Nicky had brought him to the city for a party on his eighteenth birthday. That had been just over two years ago. “Wanna fuck me in the airport tonight? That would give everyone something to talk about and counteract all the rumors at the same time.” If not in the airport they were so fucking in the limo on the way home.

Nicky laughed again. Princess never ceased to amaze him. Worrying about when they were going to have sex and putting on a show for the entire airport in the midst of a hangover was just the latest in a long series of surprises he had almost come to expect. “Are you trying to rival Paris’s sex tapes?” he asked. “Do you want to make one of your own?” He was joking. Totally joking. The idea of Princess putting on a show for millions of people did not arouse him. Not one bit. At all.

Yeah. Right.

“We could!” Princess exclaimed. “Oh my God! Nicky! Think of the publicity and all the money it would make and-“

“No, Princess,” Nicky said vehemently. “There will be no sex tapes. At least not in the immediate future. Do you understand?” He picked up his ticket in one hand and his carry on bag in the other hand and headed to the place where his flight was boarding.

Princess picked up his hairbrush from the countertop in the bathroom and began to brush his long blonde hair with his right hand. Being naturally inclined to use his left hand, his ability was less than stellar but he was holding his cell phone in his left hand. “How about in the non-immediate future?” he asked hopefully. Having sex with Nicky was no great hardship. Making their own pornography tape would only make it more fun.

“There will be no sex tapes, Princess,” Nicky said as he got in the boarding line. “Not now. Not ever. Do you understand?”

Princess pouted. He switched the hairbrush and his cell phone to opposite hands. Then he realized Nicky could not see his best ‘give me what I want and I’ll stop being so damn cute’ pout and stopped. “How about-“ he began.

“No, Princess. Stop arguing and get your ass out of bed. I’ll be home in about eight hours. I want you to have everything packed tonight. We’re leaving early in the morning. I have to go now. We’re boarding.”

“My ass is out of bed,” Princess informed his boyfriend. He pulled the shower door open and reached inside to turn on the water. “In fact I’m just about to get in the shower.” He adjusted the temperature and closed the door again.

“I love you, Princess,” Nicky said. “Have fun shopping this afternoon but don’t spend too much, all right? No more than fifty or one hundred dollars on each one of the girls.” If Nicky did not set a limit Princess would end up buying out half the store. Or just buying the store. He had attempted that before too.

Princess rolled his eyes, even though he knew Nicky could not see him. “Fine,” he said with obviously feigned annoyance.

Nicky laughed yet again. He loved Princess’s drama queen antics. “I’ll see you tonight, Princess,” he said. “Try not to bankrupt me before then.”

Princess giggled. “Love you, honeyhoney,” he chirped – something he had picked up from Raven – before pushing the ‘end call’ button on the phone and placing it on the counter top before stepping into the shower.