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Title: Camping: Chapter Eight: Snuggling

Author: Allison Wonderland

Rating: NC-17

Summary: More sex. This time in the car on the way home.

Warning(s): Consensual sex between two legal adults, language.

Disclaimer: See chapter one.

Note(s): None.

Princess wriggled enough that Nicky’s softening cock slipped out of him even though that had not been his intent. He loved being one with Nicky as long as possible. He felt decidedly uncomfortable, particularly his ass, and more than a little sticky. The underside of his skirt was sticky with his own fluid but he could not bring himself to care. It was the underside, the side toward his skin and would not be noticed on the way out of the airport. Besides, his skirt could be dry cleaned later. With limited help from Nicky he turned himself sideways in his boyfriend’s lap so that he was sitting with his butt on Nicky’s left thigh and his legs across his right. It was one of his favorite positions to be in and he collapsed against Nicky’s chest again. Still breathing rather heavily, Nicky kissed Princess’s hair and hugged the boy close, not having the strength left to do anything else. He had not realized until that moment how much he had missed his Princess. As if he were reading Nicky’s thoughts, Princess’s hand clenched into a fist in Nicky’s shirt, crumpling several of the letters of the neon pink ‘I Was A Teenage Hooker’ saying written in large letters across his boyfriend’s chest.

“Nicky,” Princess whispered, not trusting his voice not to break enough to speak louder. Truthfully, he did not trust himself not to suddenly start crying either. He tipped his head back just enough to look up at the man who held him.

“What is it, sweetheart?” Nicky asked. He looked down at Princess and was assaulted by an enormous pair of tear filled ocean colored eyes. Princess’s tears always alarmed Nicky. He always felt a sense of panic internally – one he never allowed to show outwardly for fear Princess would be frightened – at even the smallest tear materializing. “Hey,” he said softly, wanting so much to make those tears go away. And God forbid they should actually fall. “What’s wrong, little bird?” ‘Little bird’ was Nicky’s own special nickname for his Princess, one only he ever used. It stemmed from the night they had met backstage after a Triple Flip concert in Las Vegas three years ago. Princess, still known as Shaun then, had been terrified that Nicky had singled him out to spend the night with out of all the fans at the concert. To Nicky he had appeared much like a baby bird fallen out of the nest, tiny, wide eyed and innocent, his hands fluttering about as if he had no idea what to do with them. He had been sixteen years old at the time and completely jailbait but Nicky had overlooked that fact, just as he overlooked everything else about the world that did not fit in with his plans. “You know I’ll fix it if I can.”

It was not exactly abnormal for Princess to cry or cling to Nicky just before he left but it had never happened before when he had returned home.

Unsure what to say exactly, Princess blinked. The motion of his eyelids sent a single tear sliding down his right cheek. He suppressed a whimper that wanted to come out and wiped his face against Nicky’s tee shirt. “Nothing’s wrong,” he said. A second tear slid down his face, belying his words.

“Princess?” Nicky prompted gently. The bathroom in an airport was not the ideal place for this conversation but they were going to have it anyway before Princess got distracted by something sparkly or before Princess distracted him and he forgot about it.

“It’s nothing,” Princess tried to assure his boyfriend. He knew Nicky was not buying it. “It’s just that…” A sob escaped so without his permission and Princess’s left hand flew to his mouth to hold more in but his efforts were in vain as several more tears fled down his face. “I missed you so much,” he choked out.

Now that Princess had admitted it, it seemed so obvious to Nicky. Had he thought about it for a moment longer he should have been able to figure it out on his own. This same thing had happened before, once. The first time Nicky had left Princess he had only been seventeen. He had just taken the boy to Izumi and she had decided he would be staying with her because it was not wise for an internationally infamous gay rock star to have a teenage boy living with him. Princess had just finished the first week of his senior year when Nicky was called away to handle a band matter. Princess had to attend school so Nicky had left him with only Izumi for a week. He had been a nervous wreck from worrying about being left there alone forever and that maybe he was not good enough to be a rock star’s boyfriend when Nicky had returned at the end of the week. But that had been so long ago and it had only happened one time. Nicky had thought they were past this now. The last several times he had returned from an extended absence Princess had jumped into his arms and kissed him the moment he came in the door then demanded to be taken into the bedroom and fucked until he was too sore to continue.

“I missed you too,” he said, hugging Princess close. “But I’m back now and the next time I leave, I’m taking you with me,” Nicky promised. He squeezed Princess hard enough that it almost hurt and pushed aside a lock of sweaty hair that had escaped from the confines of his butterfly shaped hair clips to kiss his forehead.

Nicky always knew the right things to say and do to make everything better. Princess offered him a small tremulous smile and snaked his arms around his boyfriend’s neck. He pressed his thigh against Nicky’s semi hard cock, ready to go again. Princess was so not satisfied after so long apart. “Fuck me again,” he demanded before pressing his lips to Nicky’s.

Nicky untangled himself from his overly enthusiastic Princess. “No, honey,” he said. “Not here again. I’m not going to risk hurting you a second time because we don’t have any lube.” He unwrapped the boy’s arms from around his neck. “Damn, Princess. At least wait until we get in the car.” Nicky had a suspicion that Princess had brought the limo. He loved the limo and it did not seem like Princess to have Clifford come along in a taxi or drive their own town car just to carry Nicky’s luggage. And the limo always had a supply of lube and champagne to keep the two of them busy for as long as they needed to be.

Princess kissed his boyfriend again, short and to the point this time. “Is that a promise?” he asked.

“Did you bring the limo?” Nicky asked in return. He was not about to fuck his boyfriend in the back of a town car with Clifford driving or in the back of a taxi at all. Well, okay, maybe if he were incredibly drunk but otherwise he did not see that happening.

“Yes,” Princess all but whispered. He cautiously hoped that Nicky would agree to fuck him in the limo on the way home. Everything Princess thought was transparent in his face, at least to Nicky who knew him better than anyone else did. He knew what his Princess wanted.

“Maybe,” Nicky told him. It depended upon whether or not they had replenished their supplies after the last trip to Izumi’s house. “We’ll see.” They would see. And they would probably fuck if Clifford had replenished their supplies like Nicky had ordered him to. Otherwise he would see about firing the chauffeur slash bodyguard just like Princess wanted him to do. “Get up now,” he said gently.

Princess stood and smoothed down his dress as best as he could. The inside of it felt sticky against his skin and he blushed, a rare occurrence now days.

Nicky patted his bottom and gently moved him out of the way. He pulled up his own pants, adjusted them, and picked up the bag he had dropped on the floor when they had entered the bathroom. With Nicky gently herding Princess along in front of him with one hand on the small of his back, they exited the bathroom and made their way back through the crowded airport to the main entrance and the limousine that waited just outside for them.

The moment the door of the shiny black car was shut behind them, Nicky sat down on one of the plush seat inside and Princess slid onto the floor – freshly vacuumed, he noted before deciding to sit on it – and situated himself between Nicky’s feet. He leaned his elbows on his boyfriend’s knees and smiled his most angelic smile.

“Is there something you want?” Nicky asked. He knew there was and he knew exactly what it was that Princess wanted even without the hands that had begun to slowly creep up his thighs.

“Mmhmm..” Princess fluttered his eyelashes and giggled, making Nicky laugh. The little blonde always got the strangest cases of sex giggles. “Can I?” he asked when he felt himself capable of speaking without his giggles getting the better of him.

Nicky rolled his eyes. “Oh, all right,” he said in feigned annoyance. “I suppose if you’ve nothing better to do…”

Princess knew his boyfriend was not serious, that Nicky wanted it as much as he did. The thought that Nicky might ever refuse one of his blowjobs or to make love with him made him giggle again. He tried to speak, to tell Nicky his thoughts, but found himself giggling too hard to talk.

There were times when Nicky thought Princess was the most adorable thing he had ever encountered. Now was one of those times. Actually, most times – except for when he was acting as if he had never left his terrible twos stage and sometimes even then – were one of those times. Nicky smiled and ran his hand affectionately through Princess’s no longer immaculately groomed long blonde hair as the boy rested his head against Nicky’s knees, still giggling helplessly. He loved the sound of Princess’s giggle. It had been weeks after he had taken his boyfriend away from his old life before he had heard that sound. Of course, he had rarely heard it before Princess’s father had kicked him out. Nicky had not known Princess before his stay in the hospital but Sarah claimed it had had a bad effect on him and he had no reason not to believe her. On their first meeting Princess – known as Shaun then – had seemed so miserable yet he had stared up at Nicky from the crowded floor of the theater in the Mirage hotel in Las Vegas with a sort of hero worship combined with something like love and disbelief that he was actually there, watching the famous – or infamous, depending entirely on how one looked at it – Nicky Narcissus – and Triple Flip, of course – perform the final concert of their North American tour. It was partly what had made Nicky fall in love with him on first sight.

Princess’s giggles tapered off though he was still grinning when he looked up at Nicky. His swift little fingers darted to the buttons on Nicky’s skin tight leather pants and unfastened them before his boyfriend could change his mind. “Up,” his royal highness demanded once he had Nicky’s pants unfastened and as off as they would come – which was not very off – with Nicky still sitting down. Nicky placed the soles of his black combat boots flat against the floor of the car and lifted his hips from the seat. Princess tugged his pants down to his ankles, as far as they would go with Nicky still wearing those horrible boots. He sat down on the floor, on his knees, again and gave Nicky his best ‘what what I’m going to do’ grin.

Seeing that look on Princess’s face was enough to make Nicky moan all by itself. He hated that look – or, rather, he loved it but he never knew exactly what Princess might do when he employed it. “Fuck, Princess,” he said.

“You already did,” Princess reminded him. “Like ten minutes ago.” He giggled. The after sex giggles were starting up again and it was not even ‘after sex’ yet. They had not even started. Yet. “God, Nicky. I didn’t think you were that old.” Nicky was only twenty-five. Currently he was only five years older than his Princess’s twenty years but later that month – two weeks away to be exact – he would turn twenty-six. For most of the year, except for those not quite two months after Princess’s birthday but before Nicky’s, he was six years older than Princess. Being ‘old’ was not something Princess liked to let him forget. Ever. Without giving Nicky a chance to reply, Princess turned his attention to his absolutely favorite toy – well, it was kind of a toss-up between this one and the stuffed dog he slept with when Nicky was away but this one was his favorite toy of the moment. He was thrilled to find it was already hard and standing at attention, his favorite condition for his favorite toy. “I’m happy to see you, too,” he chirped, planting a kiss on the end of Nicky’s penis. Nicky would have laughed at his Princess’s antics had he not been too busy moaning.

Sharp little teeth nipped at the skin of Nicky’s inner thigh, inches away from what they both wanted his mouth to be on. Princess felt his boyfriend’s fingers combing through his long blonde hair and glanced up at Nicky to see his reaction before returning his attention to his plaything. He leaned forward and licked the head of his boyfriend’s cock, exactly where he had just kissed it, in the same way he would lick a Popsicle.

“Princess,” Nicky moaned, “get on with it already!” His fingers tangled in his boyfriend’s long blonde hair, resting on his head in an attempt to guide him where they both wanted him to be.

Princess giggled and wriggled away from Nicky’s hands. Then he slapped at them like a kitten slapping at a toy. “No,” he said, taking both of his boyfriend’s hands and placing them palms down on the leather seat at his sides. “Stay there,” he ordered, well aware that his ‘orders’ sounded something like those of a petulant child.

Princess was not a commanding person. Sure, his presence commanded attention when he walked down the street, practically screamed ‘look at me, I’m beautiful.’ But he never commanded anyone to do anything unless that person happened to be their chauffeur, their maid, or an employee at a clothing store who was not getting Princess what he wanted fast enough. He hardly ever ordered Nicky to do something. It was usually the other way around; Nicky told Princess to do something and Princess argued but always went along with it. But on those rare occasions when he did, Nicky went along with it without protest mostly just to see what would happen. His hands stayed palms down, flat against the leather seat of the limousine as he watched the boy he loved kneeling between his feet. He wanted to see what Princess was going to do.

Princess was always just a little nervous when he was about to go down on his boyfriend; a little afraid he would do something wrong and accidentally hurt Nicky. It was something that had been with him since the first time he had tried it when he had been practically a virgin and he had never been able to shake it. He took another experimental lick then, with a last glance up at his boyfriend; he took the whole of the older man’s erection into his mouth, relaxing his throat so that it slid easily into the tight space without hampering his breathing.

Nicky had to force himself to keep his hands flat against the seat. Watching his oh so innocent looking little Princess sucking his cock was possibly the most erotic thing he had ever seen. The contrast of the leather seat, cold from the limo’s top of the line air conditioning system, against his ass and the backs of his legs and the hot dampness of Princess’s mouth that housed his cock was an unparalleled sensation. They should totally do this more often. As Nicky watched, Princess guided his lover’s cock all the way out of his mouth then took just the head back in, swirled his tongue around it, then sucked gently.

Princess pulled back for air and glanced up at Nicky. His fingers had curled against the seat, his nails biting into the smooth leather. He was no longer watching Princess’s show, his head having fallen back against the back of the seat, his neck arched in a way that made Princess long to bite him. Princess turned his attention back to his work. Not that he really considered such a thing work. He leaned in close again, returning the hot wetness of his mouth to Nicky’s cock. One delicate hand added to his boyfriend’s pleasure by cupping his balls and rolling them around gently. Still licking and sucking on his boyfriend’s cock, Princess pressed one finger on his left hand against that little space between Nicky’s balls and his opening and stroked gently.

Nicky’s hands came off of the seat and he clutched at Princess’s hair. He slid down farther in the seat and spread his legs wider to provide Princess with better access. Nicky had had no idea his Princess knew about that spot, even though he had pulled the same thing on Princess several times in the past.

Princess knew exactly what he was doing. He sucked his fingers into his mouth alongside his boyfriend’s cock – sometimes his big mouth could be used for the power of good. Fingers suitably wet, he returned to teasing that sensitive spot that he had just found. Then his finger moved again, heading toward his final target. Giving Nicky’s penis a particularly wet lick, Princess glanced up to see if his boyfriend was still enjoying his ministrations. He was. Princess moved his spit covered finger back farther and rubbed it against Nicky’s tight opening. Nicky’s breathing became ragged but he showed no other reaction. The finger rubbing Nicky’s hole slipped inside. Nicky moaned loudly and, quite without meaning to, spread his legs even farther to allow Princess even more room to maneuver. Princess saw his reaction and knew better than to drag it out any longer. He slipped another finger into Nicky’s ass along with the first one and pressed them both against his prostate.

“Princess-“ Nicky gasped – the only reason it was not a scream was because he could not catch his breath. Before he could get out more of a warning, not that Princess would have heeded such a warning anyway, Nicky came, fireworks blossoming in front of his eyes.

Princess swallowed quickly. Then, even after Nicky had gone soft again, he stayed on his knees on the floor, curled up between Nicky’s feet. Nicky’s hands idly petted him and Princess licked his lips, savoring Nicky’s own unique taste still in his mouth. Nicky remained still for several minutes, his right hand petting Princess’s hair his only movement. The motion of the car was starting to rock Princess to sleep again when Nicky finally moved, gently shifting the tiny blonde from his seat between Nicky’s feet. He pulled his pants back on then, as Princess was still sitting on the floor by his feet, Nicky lifted him – sometimes he was really concerned about how easy it was to lift Princess – into his lap. Princess snuggled in close, happy just to be with Nicky. Nicky’s hand moved toward his boyfriend’s skirt and crept beneath it, intent on giving Princess something akin to the same pleasure the boy had just given him.

Princess’s perfectly manicured little hand grabbed Nicky’s larger one. “No,” he said. “Not that. I just want to cuddle, okay?”

“Okay,” Nicky agreed. He kissed the top of Princess’s head as the little blonde snuggled close to him. For the remainder of the drive home they stayed that way, with Nicky holding Princess close and Princess contentedly curled up in his lap.