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Title: Camping?!: Chapter Nine: Insatiable Brat
Author: Allison Wonderland
Rating: NC-17
Summary: And yet again, we have sex.
Warning(s): See previous chapter.
Disclaimer: See chapter one.
Note(s): None.
Never able to sit still longer than a few minutes – one of the many things he had in common with Raven – Princess began to wriggle around again less than three blocks from their apartment building. Nicky was not surprised. What did surprise him was that Princess had managed to sit still for such a long time. It had been almost twenty minutes since his boyfriend had first crawled into his lap; something of a record as far as Princess being awake was concerned, although he had been known to sit in the same position as long as Nicky was willing to hold him when he was asleep. Princess stretched, almost as if he really had been asleep. Nicky was not entirely sure he had not been, considering how tired the poor boy had looked in the airport and how still and quiet he had been during part of the ride home. His ass rubbed against the front of Nicky’s pants and they both jumped. Then they looked at one another. The sexual tension had returned just as badly as it had in the airport bathroom.
Princess’s little fingers gripped Nicky’s larger ones franticly. “Nicky,” he said. It came out half moan and half whine. “What you were going to start earlier…” he breathed. He tugged on his boyfriend’s hand, pulling it toward the hem of his skirt and what lay beneath.
This time it was Nicky who resisted. He hugged his Princess with his left arm – the hand Princess was not holding on to – and gently stroked back and forth across the finger’s of the boy’s own left hand with the thumb of his other hand. “No, baby,” he said.
“But-“ Princess protested.
“No, honey.” He did not want to seem as if he were chastising Princess because that always created more problems than it solved. And besides, he was not. He was only delaying things a bit. Until they got home, anyway. “We don’t have time right now. We’re about…” Nicky hesitated as he peered out the window. “We’re about two blocks away from home and if you don’t want Clifford watching us fuck once he parks and opens the door for us, we should probably wait until we’re home.”
Princess shuddered dramatically and made a face. The idea of Clifford seeing – much less watching the two of them in one of their most intimate, most private moments – and okay, the had just done the same thing in the bathroom at the airport and that had been neither private nor intimate but still – was just disgusting. “All right,” he agreed. “But the second we get home…”
Nicky nodded. “The second we get home.”
Princess made himself comfortable in Nicky’s lap again. He was so grateful for whatever had made him decide not to wear a tight, sexy skirt when he had gone to meet Nicky at the store. If he had there would no longer be any doubt that Princess was indeed a boy. He could also feel Nicky’s hardness beneath his ass. He wiggled against it.
“Princess!” Princess giggled as Nicky grabbed him and held him still for the rest of the ride home.
Fortunately that was only about three minutes. When the limo stopped in front of the apartment building where they lived, Clifford parked it and got out to open the door for his employers. Princess was still giggling as he slid out of the car and Nicky appeared to be only a little ways behind him in that department. He carefully kept his left arm around Princess, holding the boy and his poofy skirt firmly in front of him as they walked toward the building without even a ‘thank you’ to the driver. It was expected of His Royal Highness but Nicky normally showed at least some shred of respect and politeness. When the two of them reached the revolving door at the building’s entrance Nicky lifted Princess up just enough for his feet to leave the ground using the arm around his waist and turned both of them around to face the chauffeur who had just shut the back door of the limo. “Clifford,” he said, just bring my luggage inside and leave it with the doorman or the security guard. I’ll pick it up later.” There was no way he was waiting now while Clifford brought the luggage in or carted it up to their apartment. Without waiting for a response from the bodyguard slash chauffeur he turned them around again and placed Princess’s feet back on the hard cement surface of the sidewalk. Nicky propelled Princess, arm still around his waist to hold the princess in front of him, across the black and white marble floor toward the elevator. Once inside he let go of Princess to push the button for the penthouse floor.
Nicky leaned back against the wall and watched the numbers above the door light up as the elevator began its ascent, his foot tapping the floor as he willed it to go faster. Princess dropped his purse – the only thing he had brought in from the limo – on the floor of the elevator. He rose up onto the tips of his toes – because even in heels he was not quite tall enough – and snaked his arms around Nicky’s neck, his body pressed against the older man’s, and kissed him. It lasted only a brief moment before he pulled away. “Well,” Princess said when he broke the kiss, “you really did miss me too.” One sneaky little hand traveled downward toward the buttons on Nicky’s pants.
Nicky caught it. Again. “Every day,” he informed Princess. “Every day and every night. Every waking moment, at night before I fell asleep, and even while I was asleep.” It was the truth. Not even performing for thousands of screaming fans could distract Nicky from thoughts of his Princess. He had not had a wet dream since he was seventeen. Then five years later he had met Princess and that had changed quickly.
Sometimes Princess was worried that Nicky would forget about him while they were apart for so long but his words had proven that was not the case. And Princess could not be happier. Or more ready to get back to their apartment. He went up onto his toes again and pressed his lips to Nicky’s, not satisfied with only one kiss at a time after having none for the past two weeks.
The bell located only God knew where chimed and the elevator jerked to a sudden stop. They both stumbled. Nicky caught himself with one hand on the wooden handrail around the elevator’s inside walls, his other arm around Princess still held the younger boy against him and almost lifted him off of his feet again. The doors slid open. “Fuck,” Nicky said softly. He had quite liked their time alone in the elevator. It was the most alone they had been since he had returned to New York City. He looked down at Princess, taking in the disappointed look on his face. “Well, it isn’t like we can’t continue what we were doing inside, right?” he asked trying to make Princess smile. His attempt succeeded. “Keys, Princess?” Nicky asked. It would be just their luck that Princess had forgotten his keys and locked himself out of the apartment. Again.
“Um,” Princess said, thinking much the same thing that Nicky was. He unzipped his purse and riffled through it. Cell phone, he thought on finding the object, credit cards…cash…change…Borders discount card…hair brush. “Keys!” he said, finishing his inner monologue as he pulled them out triumphantly.
And promptly dropped them on the floor of the elevator.
“Oops.”
Nicky sighed, shaking his head. Princess could always be counted upon to prolong things indefinitely. He bent over to retrieve the dropped keys. On the way back up he pressed his left shoulder to Princess’s skinny abdomen and lifted him from the floor. Princess giggled as he came to rest flung over Nicky’s shoulder like a bag of dog food. Since it was within easy reach Nicky delivered a swat to his boyfriend’s backside – not nearly as hard as he felt Princess deserved after some of the things the younger boy had put him through since the last time he had had reason to give Princess a proper spanking.
Princess squealed loudly when Nicky’s palm made contact with his ass. Not that he was not used to being spanked but it still surprised him every time. “Nicky!” he shrieked as his boyfriend stepped out of the elevator. What if there are reporters? he thought. What if there are reporters and they’re not supposed to be here but what if they are? And oh God they’re going to see us and see me like this and what if my dress is up too far and oh fuck my panties are still lying on the floor in the bathroom at the airport and we’re going to end up in some sort of trashy porno magazine and I AM SO DEAD! Nicky started down the short hallway toward their apartment and Princess began to pound his little fists ineffectually on Nicky’s back. He gave up when he saw that he was not getting anywhere and made a disgruntled sound that was more like an offended squeak than anything threatening, pounded both fists simultaneously on Nicky’s against Nicky’s back one last time and kicked his feet like a bad-tempered child for good measure. Nicky was still ignoring him as he curled his fists into his boyfriend’s tee shirt in an effort to hold on. “Someone is going to see us!” he wailed. But the hallway was deserted. He kicked again, his feet still not making contact with anything. “Put me down!” His Royal Highness demanded.
“Hmm…” Nicky murmured as if he were really considering it. “I guess I could-“ Princess began to hope that his feet would soon be back on the floor – “just keep you like this for a while longer.”
Princess made his best ‘I so hate you right now’ face at Nicky even though his boyfriend was not in a position to see him.
Nicky shifted his grip on Princess, letting the insufferable brat slide off his shoulder just enough to make him think he might fall. He shuffled through Princess’s keys – why the hell did he have so many keys anyway? – and gave Princess himself another little bounce just to remind him that he could meet the floor faster than he wanted to – not that Nicky would ever actually do that to him.
“Nicky!” Princess tightened his grip on the other man’s tee shirt with his left hand and pounded on his back again with his right hand. “This is fucking undignified,” he complained. “Put. Me. Down!”
“Sorry, sweetheart. Rather not. Instead of letting Princess down as he had oh so elegantly requested, Nicky swatted him again with the same hand that was holding the keys. This time Princess felt Nicky’s hand and the cold metal of the keys on his bare skin. His eyes widened. Oh, fuck. His dress had totally ridden up too far.
“Nicky,” he protested again. He let go of his boyfriend and tried to tug his skirt down. In doing so he felt himself slipping further over Nicky’s shoulder and returned his grip to the wrinkled black cloth of his boyfriend’s tee shirt. His protests were starting to lose their fire now. Although he verbally objected to being carried around like a bag of dog food – being carried in Nicky’s arms, however, was quite nice – he was not sure he really wanted to be put down, despite having his bare ass stuck out there for all the world to see. He liked having Nicky hold him close, even if it was like this, and his feet were beginning to hurt from his gorgeous new sandals that had not been quite broken in yet. And in this position he had an excellent view of Nicky’s ass. That was always a positive thing. But anyone could come walking out of the elevator, whether to visit them, someone who lived in the other penthouse, or, God forbid, a reporter who had somehow slipped past the doorman and security guard in the lobby. Reporters were not supposed to be inside the building at all because Nicky and Princess were not the only famous tenants but last November Nicky’s crazed stalker had come inside, right into their apartment, several times so Princess supposed it would be no trouble at all for a reporter or two or twelve to come inside as well. But this position was so undignified! There was no way he could possibly meet anyone he knew while he looked like this! If the media got hold of the two of them like this…well, it could possibly help Nicky’s rock star career, Princess supposed but his college would probably be justified in kicking him out if he showed up on the cover of some tabloid naked from the waist down. Which, with his skirt having ridden up almost to his waist in the back, he supposed he mostly was.
“Quiet, Princess.” Still holding Princess tightly with his left arm, Nicky bounced him gently again, an unspoken threat to drop him. He would never drop him of course and Princess knew that but he also knew that he did not want to get out of his current position by being dropped head first on the floor, however accidental the dropping might be and however carpeted the floor might be. With his free hand Nicky used Princess’s keys to unlock the door and put them in his own pocket before turning the knob and pushing it open.
Offended that he had been ordered to be quiet, Princess kicked again but he lacked the leverage to do much more wriggle his legs. His feet did not come into contact with anything. He let go of Nicky’s sweatshirt with his left hand again to pound on his back. “Nicky! God damn it! Put me down!” Had Princess not forgotten his panties in the bathroom at the airport he would not have wanted down, would have thought this was fun. But he did not want his naked nether regions waving about where just anyone could see them. When Nicky moved into the foyer and shut the door behind them Princess could not help letting out a sigh of relief. “You know, Nicky,” he said, “if you wanted to carry me over the threshold there are other ways to do it. When Nicky seemed to be ignoring him – in fact, the rock star was wondering what to do with his annoying armful – the same annoying armful said, “You are going to put me down at some point today, aren’t you?”
Nicky shrugged as well as he could with Princess flung over one of his shoulders. “Sure,” he said. “I guess I could do that.” The rock star had decided what to do with his annoying armful anyway. He crossed the foyer, went through the door into the main room of the apartment, and crossed that room too to the bedroom – the door of which Princess had accidentally left open earlier. He stopped at the foot of their kingsize bed.
“Nicky?” Princess asked.
Nicky smiled. Then he tossed Princess onto the bed.
Author: Allison Wonderland
Rating: NC-17
Summary: And yet again, we have sex.
Warning(s): See previous chapter.
Disclaimer: See chapter one.
Note(s): None.
Never able to sit still longer than a few minutes – one of the many things he had in common with Raven – Princess began to wriggle around again less than three blocks from their apartment building. Nicky was not surprised. What did surprise him was that Princess had managed to sit still for such a long time. It had been almost twenty minutes since his boyfriend had first crawled into his lap; something of a record as far as Princess being awake was concerned, although he had been known to sit in the same position as long as Nicky was willing to hold him when he was asleep. Princess stretched, almost as if he really had been asleep. Nicky was not entirely sure he had not been, considering how tired the poor boy had looked in the airport and how still and quiet he had been during part of the ride home. His ass rubbed against the front of Nicky’s pants and they both jumped. Then they looked at one another. The sexual tension had returned just as badly as it had in the airport bathroom.
Princess’s little fingers gripped Nicky’s larger ones franticly. “Nicky,” he said. It came out half moan and half whine. “What you were going to start earlier…” he breathed. He tugged on his boyfriend’s hand, pulling it toward the hem of his skirt and what lay beneath.
This time it was Nicky who resisted. He hugged his Princess with his left arm – the hand Princess was not holding on to – and gently stroked back and forth across the finger’s of the boy’s own left hand with the thumb of his other hand. “No, baby,” he said.
“But-“ Princess protested.
“No, honey.” He did not want to seem as if he were chastising Princess because that always created more problems than it solved. And besides, he was not. He was only delaying things a bit. Until they got home, anyway. “We don’t have time right now. We’re about…” Nicky hesitated as he peered out the window. “We’re about two blocks away from home and if you don’t want Clifford watching us fuck once he parks and opens the door for us, we should probably wait until we’re home.”
Princess shuddered dramatically and made a face. The idea of Clifford seeing – much less watching the two of them in one of their most intimate, most private moments – and okay, the had just done the same thing in the bathroom at the airport and that had been neither private nor intimate but still – was just disgusting. “All right,” he agreed. “But the second we get home…”
Nicky nodded. “The second we get home.”
Princess made himself comfortable in Nicky’s lap again. He was so grateful for whatever had made him decide not to wear a tight, sexy skirt when he had gone to meet Nicky at the store. If he had there would no longer be any doubt that Princess was indeed a boy. He could also feel Nicky’s hardness beneath his ass. He wiggled against it.
“Princess!” Princess giggled as Nicky grabbed him and held him still for the rest of the ride home.
Fortunately that was only about three minutes. When the limo stopped in front of the apartment building where they lived, Clifford parked it and got out to open the door for his employers. Princess was still giggling as he slid out of the car and Nicky appeared to be only a little ways behind him in that department. He carefully kept his left arm around Princess, holding the boy and his poofy skirt firmly in front of him as they walked toward the building without even a ‘thank you’ to the driver. It was expected of His Royal Highness but Nicky normally showed at least some shred of respect and politeness. When the two of them reached the revolving door at the building’s entrance Nicky lifted Princess up just enough for his feet to leave the ground using the arm around his waist and turned both of them around to face the chauffeur who had just shut the back door of the limo. “Clifford,” he said, just bring my luggage inside and leave it with the doorman or the security guard. I’ll pick it up later.” There was no way he was waiting now while Clifford brought the luggage in or carted it up to their apartment. Without waiting for a response from the bodyguard slash chauffeur he turned them around again and placed Princess’s feet back on the hard cement surface of the sidewalk. Nicky propelled Princess, arm still around his waist to hold the princess in front of him, across the black and white marble floor toward the elevator. Once inside he let go of Princess to push the button for the penthouse floor.
Nicky leaned back against the wall and watched the numbers above the door light up as the elevator began its ascent, his foot tapping the floor as he willed it to go faster. Princess dropped his purse – the only thing he had brought in from the limo – on the floor of the elevator. He rose up onto the tips of his toes – because even in heels he was not quite tall enough – and snaked his arms around Nicky’s neck, his body pressed against the older man’s, and kissed him. It lasted only a brief moment before he pulled away. “Well,” Princess said when he broke the kiss, “you really did miss me too.” One sneaky little hand traveled downward toward the buttons on Nicky’s pants.
Nicky caught it. Again. “Every day,” he informed Princess. “Every day and every night. Every waking moment, at night before I fell asleep, and even while I was asleep.” It was the truth. Not even performing for thousands of screaming fans could distract Nicky from thoughts of his Princess. He had not had a wet dream since he was seventeen. Then five years later he had met Princess and that had changed quickly.
Sometimes Princess was worried that Nicky would forget about him while they were apart for so long but his words had proven that was not the case. And Princess could not be happier. Or more ready to get back to their apartment. He went up onto his toes again and pressed his lips to Nicky’s, not satisfied with only one kiss at a time after having none for the past two weeks.
The bell located only God knew where chimed and the elevator jerked to a sudden stop. They both stumbled. Nicky caught himself with one hand on the wooden handrail around the elevator’s inside walls, his other arm around Princess still held the younger boy against him and almost lifted him off of his feet again. The doors slid open. “Fuck,” Nicky said softly. He had quite liked their time alone in the elevator. It was the most alone they had been since he had returned to New York City. He looked down at Princess, taking in the disappointed look on his face. “Well, it isn’t like we can’t continue what we were doing inside, right?” he asked trying to make Princess smile. His attempt succeeded. “Keys, Princess?” Nicky asked. It would be just their luck that Princess had forgotten his keys and locked himself out of the apartment. Again.
“Um,” Princess said, thinking much the same thing that Nicky was. He unzipped his purse and riffled through it. Cell phone, he thought on finding the object, credit cards…cash…change…Borders discount card…hair brush. “Keys!” he said, finishing his inner monologue as he pulled them out triumphantly.
And promptly dropped them on the floor of the elevator.
“Oops.”
Nicky sighed, shaking his head. Princess could always be counted upon to prolong things indefinitely. He bent over to retrieve the dropped keys. On the way back up he pressed his left shoulder to Princess’s skinny abdomen and lifted him from the floor. Princess giggled as he came to rest flung over Nicky’s shoulder like a bag of dog food. Since it was within easy reach Nicky delivered a swat to his boyfriend’s backside – not nearly as hard as he felt Princess deserved after some of the things the younger boy had put him through since the last time he had had reason to give Princess a proper spanking.
Princess squealed loudly when Nicky’s palm made contact with his ass. Not that he was not used to being spanked but it still surprised him every time. “Nicky!” he shrieked as his boyfriend stepped out of the elevator. What if there are reporters? he thought. What if there are reporters and they’re not supposed to be here but what if they are? And oh God they’re going to see us and see me like this and what if my dress is up too far and oh fuck my panties are still lying on the floor in the bathroom at the airport and we’re going to end up in some sort of trashy porno magazine and I AM SO DEAD! Nicky started down the short hallway toward their apartment and Princess began to pound his little fists ineffectually on Nicky’s back. He gave up when he saw that he was not getting anywhere and made a disgruntled sound that was more like an offended squeak than anything threatening, pounded both fists simultaneously on Nicky’s against Nicky’s back one last time and kicked his feet like a bad-tempered child for good measure. Nicky was still ignoring him as he curled his fists into his boyfriend’s tee shirt in an effort to hold on. “Someone is going to see us!” he wailed. But the hallway was deserted. He kicked again, his feet still not making contact with anything. “Put me down!” His Royal Highness demanded.
“Hmm…” Nicky murmured as if he were really considering it. “I guess I could-“ Princess began to hope that his feet would soon be back on the floor – “just keep you like this for a while longer.”
Princess made his best ‘I so hate you right now’ face at Nicky even though his boyfriend was not in a position to see him.
Nicky shifted his grip on Princess, letting the insufferable brat slide off his shoulder just enough to make him think he might fall. He shuffled through Princess’s keys – why the hell did he have so many keys anyway? – and gave Princess himself another little bounce just to remind him that he could meet the floor faster than he wanted to – not that Nicky would ever actually do that to him.
“Nicky!” Princess tightened his grip on the other man’s tee shirt with his left hand and pounded on his back again with his right hand. “This is fucking undignified,” he complained. “Put. Me. Down!”
“Sorry, sweetheart. Rather not. Instead of letting Princess down as he had oh so elegantly requested, Nicky swatted him again with the same hand that was holding the keys. This time Princess felt Nicky’s hand and the cold metal of the keys on his bare skin. His eyes widened. Oh, fuck. His dress had totally ridden up too far.
“Nicky,” he protested again. He let go of his boyfriend and tried to tug his skirt down. In doing so he felt himself slipping further over Nicky’s shoulder and returned his grip to the wrinkled black cloth of his boyfriend’s tee shirt. His protests were starting to lose their fire now. Although he verbally objected to being carried around like a bag of dog food – being carried in Nicky’s arms, however, was quite nice – he was not sure he really wanted to be put down, despite having his bare ass stuck out there for all the world to see. He liked having Nicky hold him close, even if it was like this, and his feet were beginning to hurt from his gorgeous new sandals that had not been quite broken in yet. And in this position he had an excellent view of Nicky’s ass. That was always a positive thing. But anyone could come walking out of the elevator, whether to visit them, someone who lived in the other penthouse, or, God forbid, a reporter who had somehow slipped past the doorman and security guard in the lobby. Reporters were not supposed to be inside the building at all because Nicky and Princess were not the only famous tenants but last November Nicky’s crazed stalker had come inside, right into their apartment, several times so Princess supposed it would be no trouble at all for a reporter or two or twelve to come inside as well. But this position was so undignified! There was no way he could possibly meet anyone he knew while he looked like this! If the media got hold of the two of them like this…well, it could possibly help Nicky’s rock star career, Princess supposed but his college would probably be justified in kicking him out if he showed up on the cover of some tabloid naked from the waist down. Which, with his skirt having ridden up almost to his waist in the back, he supposed he mostly was.
“Quiet, Princess.” Still holding Princess tightly with his left arm, Nicky bounced him gently again, an unspoken threat to drop him. He would never drop him of course and Princess knew that but he also knew that he did not want to get out of his current position by being dropped head first on the floor, however accidental the dropping might be and however carpeted the floor might be. With his free hand Nicky used Princess’s keys to unlock the door and put them in his own pocket before turning the knob and pushing it open.
Offended that he had been ordered to be quiet, Princess kicked again but he lacked the leverage to do much more wriggle his legs. His feet did not come into contact with anything. He let go of Nicky’s sweatshirt with his left hand again to pound on his back. “Nicky! God damn it! Put me down!” Had Princess not forgotten his panties in the bathroom at the airport he would not have wanted down, would have thought this was fun. But he did not want his naked nether regions waving about where just anyone could see them. When Nicky moved into the foyer and shut the door behind them Princess could not help letting out a sigh of relief. “You know, Nicky,” he said, “if you wanted to carry me over the threshold there are other ways to do it. When Nicky seemed to be ignoring him – in fact, the rock star was wondering what to do with his annoying armful – the same annoying armful said, “You are going to put me down at some point today, aren’t you?”
Nicky shrugged as well as he could with Princess flung over one of his shoulders. “Sure,” he said. “I guess I could do that.” The rock star had decided what to do with his annoying armful anyway. He crossed the foyer, went through the door into the main room of the apartment, and crossed that room too to the bedroom – the door of which Princess had accidentally left open earlier. He stopped at the foot of their kingsize bed.
“Nicky?” Princess asked.
Nicky smiled. Then he tossed Princess onto the bed.
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