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Title: Camping: Chapter Seven: Love In The Airport Bathroom

Author: Lia

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Nicky and Princess find themselves unable to wait until they get home and instead head off to the bathroom in the airport in order to have some impromptu fun.

Warning(s): Graphic sex between two consenting people of the same sex. Language.

Disclaimer: See previous chapters.

Note(s): None.

For once Princess had been able to fall asleep – and not just a light doze but a deep, dreamless sleep – without the aid of his sleeping pills or Nicky snuggling with him while he was trying to fall asleep. But it seemed to him that he had only been asleep for a few moments when he was awakened by a loud noise from overhead. Still only about half awake, he curled into a ball and turned his face toward the back of the seat to block out the noise and dim sunlight coming through the tinted glass of the windows. Then the noise came again. Dragged reluctantly from his sleep, Princess lifted his hands to rub his eyes. Then he remembered that he was wearing make up. He lowered his hands and blinked against what little sunlight made it through the tinted windows of the limousine. “Fuck,” he mumbled. Princess hated being awakened before he was ready, unless his boyfriend happened to be the one doing the waking. In that case, it was perfectly all right.

The chauffeur’s voice came over the intercom. “Princess,” Clifford said, stressing the word that was originally Nicky’s and Sarah’s nickname for the boy in the back seat; but that was before the media had adopted the moniker and Princess had decided he preferred being called Princess to being called Shaun. “We are approaching the airport.”

Princess stretched out his skinny left leg and pressed the intercom button with his biggest toe on the same foot. “I’m already awake, Clifford,” he said with forced politeness, “but thank you anyway.” He and Nicky were going to have to have a big talk about that ‘politeness to hired help’ thing too. It was getting fucking annoying. He stretched and made a sound like a purr. This waking up, although still before he wanted to, was better than the last time he had had to wake up. This time the headache from the hangover was down to a dull roar in the back of his mind and he felt certain he was not going to vomit. At least, he hoped not. The same noise that had awakened him came for a third time. Princess frowned. What the hell is that awful thing? he wondered. He tilted his head back to look out the window. Right. Airplanes, he realized, watching a fourth pass overhead. He was, after all, going to meet Nicky at the airport. Of course there would be airplanes.

The limo came to a stop before the main entrance of the airport. Princess sat up. He took his compact out of his purse and examined his reflection in the mirror. Despite having been asleep for about the last hour, on the entire drive to the airport, his hair and make up were just as perfect as they had been when he had left the apartment just after putting them in perfect order. He patted an imaginary stray hair into place, slipped his feet into his shoes, did up the buckles, and stepped out of the car when Clifford opened the door for him. “Collect Nicky’s luggage, Clifford,” Princess ordered. The Princess himself could not be bothered with such details. Besides, if he had his way, Nicky would be too occupied to think of it.

“Your wish is my command, your highness,” Clifford replied sarcastically again.

Princess frowned. Clifford was so going to be fired once he talked Nicky into it. Then they could hire someone willing to cater to his every need the way a good chauffeur slash body guard should. Princess could not have hired help that did not respect him enough to obey his every command without being sarcastic about it.

He walked up the sidewalk to the entrance and waited there, tapping his foot impatiently on the concrete until Clifford held the door open for him. That was one thing Princess refused to let slip. Princesses always had the door held open for them, no matter if they were male or female. Then, without waiting to see if the other man was following him – and honestly hoping that he was not because really, being seen in public in the company of hired help was just so not done – Princess made his way through the crowded airport, his heels clacking on the floor tiles, to the lit up display of arrival and departure times. Nicky’s plane would be arriving and hour and a half late, which meant Princess was exactly on time and that, any moment now, Nicky’s plane would be landing and his boyfriend would be walking through the gate.

With that thought in mind – and trying really, really hard not to hop up and down and squeal – Princess hurried through the airport – he was sure he knew the layout by heart now – to the correct gate and sat down in a conveniently empty chair. Seconds after he was seated the passengers from what Princess assumed was Nicky’s plane began to come through the gate into the airport. He stared at the door, waiting. Not Nicky, he thought as someone who was…well, not Nicky came through. Not Nicky, not Nicky, not Nicky, not Nicky… His heart beat a little faster and he grew a little more impatient every time someone who was not his boyfriend came through.

Then finally there was Nicky, a head taller than anyone else disembarking from the plane, his Amazon Indigo pixie cut hair and one of Princess’s black and gold Louis Vuitton bags further setting him apart from the rest of the crowd, not to mention his half Japanese, half Russian heritage. Unable to contain himself any longer, Princess excitedly jumped up from his seat and flew across the slippery tile floor of the airport on his dangerously thin heels. But his need not have worried; his feet barely touched the floor. He dodged around several people in the way and, with a high pitched screech that could, if one applied a little imagination and logic, have been his boyfriend’s name, he flung himself into Nicky’s arms, catching him off guard.

Two weeks ago Nicky had called him again with news that a water pipe had burst in the venue he and the rest of Triple Flip were supposed to be playing in Los Angeles. Their manager had not been able to find them another place to hold their concert that could hold as many people so an entire weekend of concerts had been cancelled. Nicky had had the entire weekend free from doing shows and Princess had flown out to Los Angeles to spend the weekend with him. He hated flying, even more so when he was flying by himself, but it had been worth it. That, however, had been the last time Nicky and Princess had been together. They had spent the past two weeks apart. Princess sorely missed Nicky. The nightly phone calls were not enough. In a week’s time Nicky would be leaving again, this time for Triple Flip’s European tour, but this time Princess’s classes at the New York City Institute Of Fashion And Design had ended and he would be going along.

On the plane, just minutes before disembarking to where he knew his Princess would be waiting for him, Nicky had promised himself that, under no circumstances, no matter excited Princess was or how much Nicky himself might absolutely need to touch him, would he do or allow Princess to do anything that would make a scene or cause the tabloid reporters – or any reporters at all for that matter – to start yet more rumors about the two of them. That promise was quickly broken. Although his plan was an hour and a half late, Nicky had not expected to see his boyfriend there yet. He knew with absolute certainty – and from a lot of personal experience, that it took Princess just slightly short of forever to get ready to go somewhere and if there were shopping involved before the getting ready to go somewhere part he could literally take hours. He was not even looking for Princess when he was hit by one hundred and ten pounds of tanned skin, blonde hair, and pink organza silk.

He stumbled and took a step back before managing to steady both himself and his boyfriend. Princess was not particularly large or heavy. He was actually quite tiny, but then most people looked small next to Nicky, who was well over six feet tall and had kept his leanly muscled ice dancer’s body even after turning to rock stardom. Almost without thinking about it, Nicky lifted Princess up so he was holding all of his boyfriend’s weight, what there was of it anyway. Princess hugged Nicky, ecstatic about being together after such a long time apart. He wrapped his legs around his boyfriend’s waist, supported by only Nicky’s hands cupping his ass. It was not something either of them really gave a conscious thought to. It was just what they always did when Nicky came home from touring, whether Princess was waiting at home, at the airport, or at Izumi’s house.

Even then it was still innocent enough and considered normal for the two of them, at least by Sarah, Nicky’s family, and the media but when Nicky and Princess were within two feet of one another, nothing stayed innocent for long. Their hug quickly became more. Princess had only to lean forward mere centimeters for their lips to meet right in the middle of the crowded airport.

Cameras snapped and flashes went off. There were whispers in the crowd around them, mostly from people who recognized one or both of them, accompanied by shrieks of ‘oh my god it’s Nicky Narcissus’ and ‘look, it’s Princess’ and ‘can I have your autograph.’ Nicky and Princess moved several centimeters away from one another although Princess still sat in Nicky’s hands, his legs still around his boyfriend’s waist. They looked at one another. “Fucking hell,” Nicky cursed loud enough that only Princess could hear him. He knew exactly what was going to be in the next issue of all the tabloids.

Princess smiled. His lips drifted away from Nicky’s, over his boyfriend’s cheek to his ear. “Forget them. Fuck me,” he whispered. Princess drew one of the little silver hoops through Nicky’s left earlobe into his mouth and sucked on it for a second before letting go.

In front of everyone in the airport, half of them probably reporters or fans willing to sell photos to the tabloids.

Nicky could not help himself. He shivered. Princess knew exactly what that did to him. “Fuck, Princess,” he muttered, loud enough that only his Princess could hear him.

“Yes,” Princess said softly. He smiled; the smile that Nicky knew always meant trouble. “Exactly.”

“Yes, honey,” Nicky promised in a whisper only Princess could hear. “As soon as we get home I’ll fuck you into the mattress and then some.” He knew that was exactly what his Princess wanted to hear. The weekend they had spent together two weeks ago had not gone far in making up for all summer apart. And now they had barely twelve hours – really, not even that – in which to make up for all the time they had lost together.

But that was not at all what Princess wanted to hear. “No,” he demanded, still in a whisper. “I can’t wait. We can’t wait. Bathroom. Now.”

“Princess, that’s-“ Nicky had been going to say ridiculous. The photographer’s and reporters and all of their fans would know exactly what they were doing if they heard those sorts of noises – and anyone who followed them into the bathroom would because Princess was never able to stay quiet, least of all when they were making love together. Not that that would really be what it was in the airport bathroom but still.

“Now,” Princess demanded, cutting off his boyfriend. He squeezed his legs tighter around Nicky, making his boyfriend aware of exactly what his tiny pink panties were trying – and failing so miserably – to contain. “Please, Nicky?” Princess licked his way along Nicky’s jaw line and back to his lips – in public! – as more cameras went off. “Or I swear I’ll drop to my knees right here and blow you,” he whispered so only Nicky could hear.

Princess did not make idle threats. When he said he was going to do something, he did it, never mind how embarrassing it would be to himself or to anyone he was with. Never mind how many tabloid reporters were lurking around. Nicky knew from experience and was sure that several photographers and/or reporters were probably dining out on Princess’s inability to make idle threats. While Nicky was not averse to giving the paparazzi a show – when it was done intentionally, that was – he was still opposed to making sex tapes and spending his one night alone with Princess in a jail cell with God only knew what watching them fuck. “Fine,” he said softly enough that only Princess could hear, “but get down first. You’re too fucking heavy to carry around for long.” There was nothing heavy about his Princess. In fact, the boy could probably benefit by gaining a few pounds and Nicky had carried him around quite easily several times that he could think of off the top of his head and probably several times that he had forgotten about. But there was no way Nicky was going to carry him into the bathroom like this. If he did the paparazzi was going to know exactly what they were doing even without the benefit of Princess shrieking like a banshee.

Princess stuck his tongue out at his boyfriend. “Am not,” he claimed. But he let his legs slide from around his boyfriend’s waist anyway. Nicky hands moved from his butt to his waist and he lowered Princess back down until the soles of his shoes touched the tiles on the floor. “Let’s go,” his royal highness said the moment they hit. “I told Clifford to get your luggage. We can take our time. But honestly, Nicky,” Princess said, another thought occurring to him. “We have to get a new chauffeur.” He all but dragged his boyfriend toward the nearest bathroom.

If anyone in the crowded airport thought it strange to see the tall black clad figure being pulled toward the men’s room – though it did not look as if he were really protesting – by a tiny person in a pink dress who appeared to be female, no one said a word. Crowded as the airport was, it was doubtful that anyone even noticed because, as with Nicky and Princess, they were all going about their own business.

Once they were inside the - miraculously – otherwise empty bathroom Nicky turned back to the door and shut and locked it before they could be followed inside. Then he grabbed Princess around the waist and pulled him into one of the tiny stalls, just in case someone should happen to have lock-picking skills because when one was famous, one could never be too careful. He pushed the smaller man face first up against the metal divider between their stall and the one next to it, hands creeping beneath his skirt. “I’ve been waiting two weeks to fuck you,” he whispered into the delicate pink shell of Princess’s ear. It was perhaps a good thing their first time together since Nicky’s homecoming was in an airport bathroom and not in their own bedroom. In their bedroom one or both of them could have expected their first time together in two weeks to be gentle and loving and a long drawn out affair. It would not be. There was too much urgency and pent up sexual tension for that to happen right off. Having their reunion sex happen in a bathroom stall at the airport gave neither of them any illusions that it would be anything more or less than a hot, hard fuck with no other purpose than to release the pent up sexual frustrations that had built up over the past two weeks.

Princess moaned softly, a smile crossing his kisssably full pink lips. His boyfriend was finally catching on. He let his head fall back onto Nicky’s shoulder. Although he would have loved putting on a show for the reporters who had suddenly appeared out nowhere when Nicky had disembarked from the plane, he was happy for at least a semblance of privacy with his boyfriend. However, he was sure that, by the time they were finished, he would not be caring about reporters, photographers, fans, or privacy. But he barely had time to finish that thought before Nicky spun him around and kissed him. He gasped as he felt the hardness in his boyfriend’s pants mirroring – on a much larger scale of course – the one beneath his own dress and moaned, “I want you to fuck me hard. Please, Nicky!”

Nicky slipped his hands beneath Princess’s skirt and brought them to rest on his ass over the silky pink panties. “You’ve been thinking about this a lot, haven’t you?” he asked. But he did not give Princess time to reply. Instead he pulled the younger man close and kissed him again.

Princess wriggled away and unfastened the many buttons keeping Nicky’s tight enough to cut off circulation black leather pants closed. Not surprised at his boyfriend’s lack of underwear – there was no room for them after all – he tugged them down, not an easy feat, and followed them to the floor. Nicky knew what was coming – besides, he suspected, himself in a very few minutes. This was one of Princess’s favorite things to do. He liked it almost as much as being fucked. Almost. He licked at the head of Nicky’s erection, lapping up the precum that had already leaked out like a kitten lapping up milk. He tasted his boyfriend’s unique flavor, savoring it on his tongue before swallowing Nicky’s not insubstantial cock whole with an ease that could only come from practice.

Nicky’s hips arched and he moaned loudly, unable to help himself when presented with one of Princess’s potentially life altering blow jobs. The sound echoed off the tiled walls of the empty airport bathroom. He bit his lip, all too aware of the possibility of the paparazzi lurking around outside. This really was not a good idea here and now. “Princess! Stop!” he gasped out when all he really wanted to do was tangle his fingers in Princess’s perfectly coiffed hair and fuck his mouth like there was no tomorrow.

Princess slurped at his boyfriend’s cock one last time and reluctantly ceased one of his most favorite activities. He sat back on his knees, his lip gloss smeared beyond repair. Nicky had rarely seen anything more beautiful than his Princess looking so totally debauched and yet so completely innocent at the same time. “Did I do something wrong?” he asked softly.

“No. No, baby,” Nicky assured him. Sometimes that shy, insecure little boy Princess had been when he and Nicky had first met put in a reappearance and it was always at the most inopportune times. Nicky was – or tried to be anyway – always there to reassure him that everything was okay and bring the overactive drama queen side of his boyfriend back out. “You’re doing a little too good,” Nicky admitted. That brought a smile to Princess’s face once again. “Stand up for me, sweetheart.” Even in the midst of such an urgent sexual encounter Nicky was always careful to be gentle with his Princess. The boy was so tiny and so fragile looking that it would be easy to accidentally injure him.

Princess did as he was told, one of the few times he ever had since Nicky had helped rid him of the constantly submissive behavior he had exhibited in the early stages of their relationship. As soon as he was standing Nicky turned him around to face the metal divider again. “Nicky-“ Princess began, not sure he liked the position he was in.

“Shh,” Nicky soothed. His hands disappeared beneath Princess’s skirt again. He slipped them inside the waist band of those oh so tiny pink satin panties and pushed the tiny scrap of material down over Princess’s hips to his knees. Princess wriggled them the rest of the way down then kicked them off to lie on the floor. “Lube, Princess,” Nicky prompted, holding out his hand.

A stricken expression crossed Princess’s face and Nicky could swear that his fake baked complexion paled several shades. “I…I forgot…” he murmured.

“It’s all right.” Nicky bent slightly to nip at the back of Princess’s neck. He placed one hand against the small of the younger man’s back, pressing him closer to the wall. With his other hand he lifted Princess’s skirt up so that it was gathered around his waist, leaving him bare from the waist down except for his high-heeled shoes. “Hold your skirt up,” Nicky instructed. “We wouldn’t want to stain it, would we?” No, they would not want to stain it, not considering the price Princess had probably paid for it.

Princess moved one hand from the metal wall in front of him to clutch at the skirt pulled up around his waist. Nicky removed his hand once Princess was holding his own skirt out of harm’s way. He dropped to his knees much the same way Princess had minutes ago. Princess frowned, wondering what Nicky was trying to do. There was no way his boyfriend was going to fuck him without lube, two weeks without sex or not. Then he felt something hot and wet pressing against his opening and knew. Nicky’s tongue pushed into Princess’s opening and he squeaked. “No, Nicky!” he protested, hand fisting in his skirt. If Nicky did that Princess was going to come now and he did not want to do that until more than just Nicky’s tongue was inside him.

Nicky laughed and sat back on his heels. This was neither the place nor the time but he could not resist teasing Princess at least a little bit. His hands gripped the younger boy’s ass, his fingers digging in to the delicate, tanned skin. There would probably be bruises later but neither of them cared just then; on occasion – special occasions usually – things got out of hand and rough sex ensued and, even though Princess liked it, Nicky was always overcome with guilt about what he had done when he saw the bruises. But he had lately begun to realize that Princess was not as fragile and delicate as he looked, that he could take a few bruises and suffer no ill effects other than a discolored patch of skin that could easily be covered with make up and a day or two of tenderness afterward. Pushing those thoughts about bruising his Princess aside, Nicky gently parted his boyfriend’s ass with both hands – not that he needed both hands because Princess was so damn skinny – and pressed the tip of his thumb against the opening he had so missed fucking every night for not only the past two weeks but for most of the summer as well.

Princess relaxed just enough for Nicky to notice it. For a moment he had thought Nicky planned to use his tongue. That would have been…well, he was quite sure a few seconds of that particular sweet torment would have had him coming, screaming like a banshee the whole time. Although he hated the idea, they were going to have to wait until they got home because there was no fucking way Princess was going to let Nicky fuck him dry or at least without using his tongue first. Still, he was disappointed. He wanted to feel Nicky’s fingers in him, stretching him open for what was to follow. He started to turn around so he could find his panties and get dressed again but Nicky’s hand on the small of his back kept him still.

“Shh,” Nicky murmured. Then he slid his tongue out and licked at his tiny boyfriend’s tight opening.

Princess’s eyes opened wide and he let out a gasp. But…he thought that Nicky was not…and apparently he was… It felt so strange. Having Nicky’s tongue licking him there always felt strange at first. But it felt good. And wet. So much better and wetter than just his fingers. And Princess wanted more.

Almost as if Nicky knew what Princess were thinking, he continued his wet assault on his boyfriend’s ass. He flicked his tongue against the same spot again. Princess moaned, his hands fisting in his skirt as he leaned forward against the metal divider to give Nicky better access to his ass, encouraging Nicky to do it again. Princess clenched his fingers in his skirt so hard he knew it was going to be wrinkled. He was sure his toes were going to break because they were curled so tightly. Each time Nicky’s tongue touched him there Princess moaned a little louder, the pleasure he was deriving from that one little touch unbelievably arousing.

Nicky licked his way up Princess’s crease then back down again. After so long together he was unsurprised that his boyfriend even tasted like strawberries and cream. He no longer even wondered how that was possible. He circled his tongue around the boy’s opening then, holding on to his hips a little tighter – there were so going to be bruises tomorrow – to keep him still, and stabbed the tip of his tongue inside.

Princess’s entire body jerked then stiffened. He was so close to coming, it would only take the tiniest bit of sensation against his –

Nicky pushed his tongue into Princess again, along with one of his fingers. The rock star’s finger brushed up against his prostate.

Princess cried out rather louder than he had been thus far and would have come right then if Nicky’s left hand had not suddenly left his hip and wrapped tightly around his penis, preventing it. He whined softly at having been denied the ultimate pleasure.

“Easy, Princess,” Nicky said softly. “Not yet.” It would be all the sweeter for the wait. Nicky speared his tongue into Princess’s ass once more, adding his finger again. Princess pushed back against him and the rock star took that as an invitation to add a second finger, then a third until he was fucking his Princess with just his fingers. Hoping Princess was wet enough now for it not to hurt him, he spread his fingers to open his boyfriend for what came next. Just as Princess was beginning to think he would die if the sensations in his ass stopped, they did. Nicky removed his fingers and stood. Princess started to turn around but his boyfriend’s hand on his shoulder stopped him. “Stay there,” Nicky instructed him.

“Nicky-“ Princess started to protest.

“Shh. “ Nicky pushed his already unfastened black leather pants down to his ankles then sat down on the toilet seat. He pulled Princess; still completely dressed except for his panties, down to straddle his lap. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream,” he informed his boyfriend, although just then he doubted it would take much. Princess made a sound almost like a purr as Nicky’s hands found his hips, positioning him over his hard cock. He whimpered softly as Nicky slowly pulled him downward, the hands on his hips – or perhaps hipbones would have been a better word – guiding him. Princess gasped with pleasure as he felt his body stretch to accommodate his boyfriend. He sank all the way down, the hands on his hips helping him along the way, until he was sitting in Nicky’s lap.

Nicky’s hands slid away from Princess’s hips to cup his butt in both hands the same way he had several minutes ago out in the main part of the airport. Once he was firmly surrounded by Princess’s hot, tight passage he gave the boy a moment to adjust to the intrusion before using his hands beneath his ass to slowly, slowly raise him up then lower him back down. The sound that issued from his throat convinced Nicky that Princess was enjoying their activities every bit as much as he was. He repeated the action several more times until his Princess was moaning more loudly with every stroke. Princess’s hands found Nicky’s shoulders and he unconsciously dug his fingernails in. Nicky lifted him again but brought him back down harder this time, bucking his own hips upward at the same time. Princess cried out in a combination of surprise and pleasure. His hips moved of their own accord, riding Nicky hard, the hands cupping his ass providing leverage and balance before they left, letting Princess do all the work himself. He hardly called it work.

Nicky’s hands moved from Princess’s ass, up his hipbones to his waist and farther up his skinny ribs to pinch his nipples hard enough to produce a gasp from his boyfriend. Then they moved back down, one hand supported Princess again and the other fist pumped over the boy’s achingly hard erection in rhythm with the pace of Princess’s riding him.

Princess’s head dropped back and his toes curled inside his shiny pink sandals. He began to move faster. Nicky’s hips arched up to meet him, his erection inside Princess hitting the boy’s prostate. Princess cried out rather more loudly than he should have, considering the possibility of reporters lurking outside the door and arched his back, nearly coming off Nicky’s lap.

Both of Nicky’s hands went to Princess’s hips to steady him, lifting him up and down again. “Touch yourself for me,” he said into his boyfriend’s ear. One of his favorite things was to watch Princess touching himself all over, especially when he had no idea Nicky was watching him but this would have to do for now.

Princess whimpered and shook his head. He could barely breathe now from everything Nicky was making him feel. How was he supposed to touch himself? But it seemed as if Nicky understood. Leaving his left hand on Princess’s hip to help steady him he curled the fingers of his right hand around Princess’s left hand and brought them both down to the boy’s erection, stroking gently at first then faster and faster as the movements of Princess’s hips picked up the pace again. Princess’s moans increased in frequency and volume. Nicky’s left hand left his hip to cover his mouth, for all the good it would do. Princess’s toes curled tighter still in his sandals and Nicky knew he was going to come any second now. “Come for me,” he whispered to his Princess, barely heard above the noise they were making. For once Princess obeyed, spilling his release over their hands as Nicky came deep inside his ass.