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Title: Camping?!: Chapter Ten: Princess Watching

Author: Allison Wonderland

Rating: NC-17

Summary: And yet again, we have sex.

Warning(s): See previous chapter.

Disclaimer: See chapter one.

Note(s): From now on chapters are probably going to be a little slower in coming. The previous nine chapters are rewritten from something I already had written. It’s not that I plan on writing less, because I’m not. I’m still writing between 1,500 and 2,000 words every day (at least until I finish this, nanowrimo or no nanowrimo) but I have trouble dividing up chapters when I’m just writing like this with no specific plan in mind so…who knows? Some chapters may be only a couple of paragraphs and others may be ten pages or more.

A tiny ripple of fear went through Princess when Nicky first dropped him. It seemed to happen in slow motion. He knew Nicky would never hurt him and yet Nicky had dropped him. On purpose! Then his back hit the mattress of their king size bed. The momentum of his fall and being dropped by his boyfriend made him bounce twice – giggling all the while – before he lay still again. He stared up at Nicky for a moment, trying his best to frown. After all, he had just been dropped from what seemed to Princess like an incredible height, even if his landing had been soft. Then his smile broke through and he began to giggle helplessly again. He stretched feline like across the soft purple striped comforter. His dress had fallen back into place when Nicky had dropped him but upon landing it had ridden up past mid thigh again. When he stretched – and wiggled his hips just so – it slid up even farther to reveal a lot more of his right leg and his entire left hip, barely covering the important bits. Nicky’s eyes immediately went to that fake baked bare skin, traveling up from Princess’s tiny feet, still encased in his sparkly pink sandals, to the little bit of pink organza satin and white lace lying over his boyfriend’s dangly bits. Princess had to fight to suppress a perfectly snarky comment that had risen to his lips. He was afraid Nicky would not agree to give him what he knew they both wanted if he opened his mouth so the words could come out just then.

Princess spread his legs bending his left knee but leaving the important bits still covered – barely – by his skirt. He ran the fingertips of his left hand up from his knee to his hip. His hand stayed there and he moaned softly at his own touch as he stroked his skin softly. Princess knew Nicky loved to see him touch himself. It turned his boyfriend on more than anything else did. Princess’s eyes slipped almost shut. Through his lowered long dark lashes he watched Nicky’s attention riveted on his legs. He slipped his fingers beneath the lace hem of his skirt where it covered his most private parts. An unplanned whimper escaped his throat. It’s been way too long since the last time we were together and really had time to do anything, he thought. “Nicky,” Princess moaned, partly out of pure need for his boyfriend and partly just because he wanted to tease Nicky. “Touch me. Please,” he moaned. Of their own volition Princess’s blue green eyes slid completely shut.

Princess felt the bed dip as Nicky crawled onto it and sat down beside him. A larger, stronger hand wrapped around his delicate wrist and removed his fingers from beneath his skirt. He did not open his eyes, preferring to enjoy his boyfriend’s touch on his skin without actually seeing it. It made the sensations so much more pleasurable because he did not know what to expect next without the visual intimation. Nicky kissed the tip of each of Princess’s fingers, the feather light touches setting him on fire. “None of that, Princess,” Nicky said as he pressed one last kiss to the center of His Royal Highness’s palm. Princess moaned. The rock star gave Princess his own evil smile – the same one that drove the fans mad when he practiced it on stage. He was not entirely unhappy that Princess had his eyes closed and was unable to see it. Princess had been known to – literally – run screaming at the sight because it always meant he was in trouble and probably needed to be spanked in the not fun way. “You like that, don’t you?” he asked. He knew Princess did.

“Mhmm,” Princess murmured. He was so turned on yet at the same time he felt more relaxed than he had in days. He forced his eyelids to open anyway so he could look at Nicky. The little fingers already lying across Nicky’s palm curled around the edge of his hand. “I’d like it more if you touched me,” he said pointedly.

I know you would, Nicky thought. That was exactly why he was not going to touch his Princess. Oh, he would eventually. He was just going to make Princess work for it first. Nicky turned Princess’s hand over, kissed each of his fingers then his palm again. Then he sucked the perfectly manicured middle finger into his mouth. “I am touching you,” he said when he released it.

“More, Nicky,” Princess clarified. “I want you to touch me more than that.”

“I don’t know, baby. I’m not sure if I should.” He placed one last kiss on the back of Princess’s hand then gently set it down on the bed at its owner’s side and released it. The same hand that had been holding Princess’s moved to rest on his stomach, rubbing gently over the pink organza satin of his dress.

Princess purred. “Nicky-“ he moaned.

“Maybe I should,” Nicky said almost to himself. He spread his fingers out. His hand covered Princess’s whole stomach. It was an unsettling thought. Nicky loved his boyfriend’s tiny cuteness but sometimes he was afraid that Princess was too small or that he was going to hurt him.

Princess remained as still as a statue, his heavy breathing the only sign that he was feeling less than serene. He did not move and his breath caught in his throat as Nicky’s hand moved downward, over the smooth skin of the one hip Princess’s rumpled, wrinkled dress left mostly bare. Touch me, he thought as he lay there waiting for Nicky to make up his mind. He concentrated on mentally pushing Nicky’s hand over a scant few inches to where he wanted it to be. His mental powers – not that he really thought he had any, but one could always hope – failed miserably – not that he really thought they would work, but again, one could always hope. Fucking hurry up and touch me, Princess thought. He imagined pushing that thought into Nicky’s mind with little invisible fingers – not that he really thought that would work either.

But it almost seemed as if Nicky had heard his thoughts. His large hand, fingers calloused from playing guitar onstage every night, drifted down Princess’s slender upper leg. His fingertips slid just beneath the lace edge of the skirt covering his boyfriend’s important bits, the bits they both wanted Nicky to be touching. Princess gave up the fight for dominance over his eyelids – it was not much of a battle as he had never been a dominant sort of person anyway – and, with a moan that was particularly loud considering they were barely doing anything, let his eyes close again. Nicky’s left hand joined his right, sliding up Princess’s other leg, pushing his skirt along with it, all the way up to his waist. The fingers of his right hand curled around Princess’s erection. Princess made a sound halfway between a whimper and a moan. Nicky’s right hand gently stroked the younger boy’s cock while his right hand rubbed soothing circles on his boyfriend’s stomach. It was hard when Princess’s stomach was only slightly larger than his hand when his fingers were spread out. Princess’s hips arched up off the bed in an effort to get closer to his boyfriend’s hand and whimpered. “Shh,” Nicky said softly. He liked watching Princess touch himself, liked making love to him, liked the occasional rough stuff, even liked spanking him when he asked for it. But he loved to see Princess half dressed, make up smeared or mostly gone, writhing on the bed in a passion-induced haze and begging to be touched.

He was almost at that point now.

“Nicky, please,” Princess whimpered. He reached for his boyfriend, curled the fingers of both hands into Nicky’s shirt, and tugged. Nicky let his Princess pull him down onto the bed beside him. He kissed the younger man, his right hand on Princess’s cock still moving the entire time. “Please.”

Nicky gave in. “Come on,” he said. Evading His Royal Highness’s grasping fingers he stood up.

“But…” Princess protested, utterly confused. “I thought…” What the hell was Nicky trying to pull now?

“Shh,” Nicky said again. He took both of Princess’s hands in his own, pulled him to his feet, and positioned the two of them in front of the full length mirror on one wall of the bedroom. He tugged Princess against him so his back was against Nicky’s chest.

Princess gasped when he was pulled back against his boyfriend. His normally large eyes became huge when he realized that the erection Nicky had hidden behind Princess’s skirt on the way upstairs to their apartment was still in the same place he had last seen it. Then he smiled that satisfied smile that reminded Nicky of a kitten with fresh milk. “Nicky-“ he began.

This time it was Nicky who cut Princess off. “Watch the mirror, baby,” he instructed. “Watch what I’m going to do to you.”

Princess wriggled in anticipation.

“Hold your dress up,” Nicky instructed. “And don’t drop it this time.” He scooped up the front of Princess’s frothy pink skirt and placed it in his hands. Then he kissed Princess’s neck, letting his teeth brush against the delicate, fake baked skin. “Watch the mirror, Princess.”

Princess’s fingers clenched in his skirt. He shifted his gaze from the Nicky standing behind him to the one in the mirror. Mirror Nicky bent down to kiss his mirror Princess’s neck. Real Princess felt the feather light kisses on his own skin and leaned his head back against his Nicky’s shoulder. Mirror Princess copied him. Princess let his eyes slip almost shut but peered through his long dark lashes at their reflections in the mirror.

Nicky continued to kiss his way down Princess’s neck to his shoulder. He frowned when he came in contact with the fabric of his boyfriend’s dress. “This,” he told Princess, “needs to come off.”

Princess whined in protest. It was not that he did not want his dress off. After all, he loved the feeling of Nicky’s bare skin against his own. But he did not want to stop what they were doing now.

“I didn’t say it had to come off now,” Nicky said. He had easily interpreted Princess’s whine and had every intention of finishing what he had started. But he wanted to get his hands on more of Princess’s soft, smooth skin. His left arm curled tighter around Princess, inadvertently imprisoning the hands holding up his skirt too. Nicky’s right hand settled low on his stomach. He caressed the silky, soft skin there softly but firmly as his hand moved down farther.

Princess wiggled against Nicky and moaned softly. His stomach was one of the most sensitive spots on his body, except for the obvious erogenous zones.

“All right, Princess?” Nicky asked. He knew Princess was all right; probably more than all right if that moan had been anything to go by. But he had to ask anyway, had to tease Princess a little by stopping the motions of his hand on the boy’s body just because he loved seeing His Royal Highness beg.

“Mhmm.” Princess had to struggle to keep his eyes on the mirror and the activities Mirror Princess and Mirror Nicky were getting up to right in front of Real Princess and Real Nicky. “Don’t stop. Please, Nicky,” Princess begged.

Nicky did not reply but his right hand began its downward descent again. Princess watched as Mirror Nicky did the same thing. The calloused fingertips on his soft skin were almost painfully erotic as they moved over the slight curve of his right hip and across the top of his thigh to rest just inches away from Princess’s painful erection. Princess arched his hips, going up on tiptoe in an attempt to get Nicky’s hand where he wanted it. “No, baby,” Nicky said. “Not until I say so.” It was one of the best things about being so much taller and…well, just all around bigger than Princess. When Princess completely freaked out about – God forbid – touching something nasty and went running off in the opposite direction as fast as he possibly could, Nicky was able to catch him and hold him down until he calmed down. Likewise, when he wanted Princess to stay still so he could tease him – like now, for example – Nicky could hold him down and not let him come until he was ready to explode – also like now.

“But Nicky!” Princess let go of his dress with one hand and wiggled that same hand loose from the grip Nicky’s arm was doing around his waist. “Please?” he asked again, giving Mirror Nicky and Mirror Princess a set of big puppy dog eyes. He grabbed Nicky’s right hand in his own and did his best to push it downward to where he most wanted it to be. It did not move.

“Please, what, baby?” Nicky asked. He pressed his lips to the pulse point in Princess’s neck and felt it beating frantically like a bird beating its wings against the bars of its cage, trying to escape. “Tell me what you want,” he said into the smaller boy’s ear.

Princess whined. “Touch me,” he begged. “Please.” He pushed at Nicky’s hand again.

This time Nicky let his hand slide downward. His fingers curled around Princess’s cock and Princess gasped, trying to thrust forward into his boyfriend’s hand. Nicky’s arm around him prevented him from making almost any movement. The hand around Princess’s erection squeezed a little tighter. A frustrated look came over Princess’s face and he renewed his struggles to move.

“Nicky, please,” he begged again.

“Shh, honey. Slow down.” Nick was not quite ready to give Princess everything he wanted. He began to stroke his boyfriend gently and ever so slowly. Princess stopped struggling. He began to move to the same rhythm as Nicky, forward into his boyfriend’s hand then back against him again. Finally, when Princess began to whimper incessantly, a sure sign that he was about to come, Nicky decided to let him have what he wanted. “It’s okay, Princess,” he said. “I want you to come for me.” Princess began to whimper louder. His entire body started to tremble and a moment later he cried out loudly as he came all over Nicky’s hand and the mirror in front of them. Then he collapsed against Nicky.

Nicky picked the boy up in his arms and Princess snuggled against his chest, content and a bit sleepy. He placed the boy on the bed then. Princess held out his arms, reaching for Nicky. “Hold me?” he asked. “Please?”

“Of course, baby.” Nicky crawled onto the bed and lay down beside Princess. He took the tiny boy into his arms and held him tightly. Princess curled up against Nicky and closed his eyes as if he were preparing to go to sleep. Nicky rubbed his back as he engaged in one of his favorite activities – Princess watching.

Princess’s hair had come loose from the hair clips he had so carefully pulled it back with earlier. It was loose and tangled and stuck straight out from his head in several places. He face was sweaty and flushed, his dress wrinkled and soiled in a way that only being professionally cleaned could help, and looked completely exhausted. Nicky had never seen anything more beautiful. He smoothed Princess’s hair down – or tried to anyway. It, like his dress, would probably need professional help – or at least the help of Princess himself – before it went back to its normal lying down state.

Princess wriggled suddenly, interrupting Nicky’s Princess watching activities. “Nicky,” he murmured. “Could you unzip me?”

“What?” Nicky asked, completely perplexed. He returned to Princess watching but this time he just stared at the boy’s face. What was Princess on about now? Perhaps he had fallen asleep and was talking in his sleep again. That happened often enough when he was upset about something.

“My dress,” Princess clarified. “Unzip it. It isn’t comfortable anymore. The nasty stuff itches.” The nasty stuff, of course, being the dried bodily fluids on the inside of his skirt.

Nicky rolled his eyes at himself. “Right,” he said. “Unzip your dress.” Of course Princess meant his dress. The jet lag had to be catching up with him. He reached around to Princess’s back and unzipped his dress. Princess wriggled out of it and let it fall on the floor. Then he snuggled up to Nicky again. “Are you trying to go to sleep?” Nicky asked. Princess always snuggled into Nicky’s arms and fell asleep after sex and they had just done it – sort of – three times. He was displaying all the signs of having a post coital nap except that Penelope was still lying on one of the other pillows at the head of the bed instead of held tightly in the crook of Princess’s arm the way she always was when he was preparing to go to sleep. Nicky would not mind a nap either; he had just come off of an eight hour flight and immediately engaged in sexual activities with his boyfriend. Yeah, he was tired.

“Umm…” Princess murmured. “Maybe. Is that okay?” He had spent most of the night clubbing with Raven and Taylor the night before and had gotten approximately seven hours of sleep. Then he had had an intensely emotional telephone conversation with his boyfriend, gone shopping, gone to the airport, and had sex – of a sort – three times. He was exhausted.

“That’s fine,” Nicky assured him. “I could use a nap too,” he admitted aloud. He kissed Princess quickly and disentangled himself from what seemed like the boy’s eight octopus arms. “Just a second, honey,” he said when Princess seemed as if he were going to protest. “Let me get my boots off, okay?”

Princess nodded. “’kay,” he murmured. He lay on the bed watching as Nicky put his feet on the floor to unlace and remove his huge boots. Nicky stood up and Princess almost protested again until he saw that Nicky was only removing the rest of his clothes before removing Princess’s shiny pink sandals from the blonde’s feet and coming back to bed again.

Nicky got back into bed beside his Princess and Princess moved immediately into his arms. The tiny blonde found himself being hugged only briefly before Nicky let go and reached for the blankets that had been kicked to the bottom of the bed sometime that morning when Princess had finally crawled out of his blanket burrow. He started to lie down but then he reached behind Princess for something else. “How about this?” Nicky asked, dangling a hideous pink stuffed dog over his boyfriend’s head. “Do you need this?” There had been many times in the past when they had lain down together either for a nap or to go to sleep for the night that Princess had been unable to sleep because he could not find Penelope and that had resulted in a search through every room in their apartment until the atrocious toy was finally found hiding in the linen closet, the maid having put it away with the towels after it came out of the dryer earlier that same day. Since then, Nicky had taken it upon himself to make sure Penelope was at least somewhere in the vicinity of the bed when it was time for Princess to go to sleep.

“Yes,” Princess said. He found himself with a face full of faux fur and stuffing when Nicky dropped the precious plaything on his head. Princess giggled as, with Penelope clutched firmly in his arms, he snuggled into Nicky’s arms again and began to drift off.

Nicky engaged in Princess watching again. He looked so young hugging his favorite toy in one arm with his other arm bent in such a way that, with his face hidden half in pink faux fur and half in Nicky’s chest, it almost appeared as if he were sucking his thumb. Nicky kissed his unruly hair and, as he settled down to sleep, he promised himself that he would take Princess out for a late dinner when they woke up. He could swear the boy’s ribs were sticking out more prominently than they had when he had left to go on tour three months ago.