Classic ~ Nick Austin (COMPLETE)

22. Two Of Us

"Wait, are you saying that you'll sign me?" I asked and he nodded slightly.
"Yes, that is what I'm saying." Jason replied, handing me a contract. "I'll give you a few days to read through this, once signed and sent back to me, we'll start planning writing, recording and release days."
"That's amazing. Thank you guys so much for meeting me today." I smiled back, shaking both of their hands as we all stood up. I left the cafe, ordering an uber back to Sway. As I sat in the Uber, I started to read through the contract, skimming through before my eyes fell upon one particular section.

'Artist's relationship status must remain ambiguous, ideally, the artist must not be involved in a relationship.'

I read over the part again, my mind flicking to Nick for a second as I pulled out my phone, calling Jason.
"Hello? Jason speaking." He answered.
"Hi Jason, it's Ronnie Richards. I was just wanting more information about the relationship clause in the contract." I instructed.
"Ah, yes this one is always brought up with new clients. It's important for an upcoming artist that they are seen by the media as 'available'..." He explained further, "So if there are any current relationships that you are engaged in, it would be preferred if they were to be ended."
"Ended? Like completely, even in private, ended?" I asked, leaning my head back against the seat.
"If there are no relationships in private, there's no chance that photos will be taken and posted by friends, fans, paparazzi, or even yourself." He replied and I nodded, I mean he makes sense, right? I thought as the Uber stopped.
"Okay, thank you Jason." I replied as I hung up the phone, climbing out of the Uber and walking up to my room. I locked my bedroom door behind me, changed into some sweatpants and climbed into bed. My phone buzzed and I saw Nick's name pop up, but I decided to ignore the text. After half an hour of staring straight at the ceiling, my phone buzzed, then again, and again. I picked it up to see that I now had four texts from Nick, figuring he wouldn't stop texting me, I decided to open them.

--
Nicky: Hey just saw u come in, we're at the pool come out
Nicky: Its been half an hour wya
Nicky: Why aren't u answering? What happened?
Nicky: I'm coming up
Ronnie x: No don't come up
Ronnie x: I just want to be alone for a minute
--

There was a knock at my door and I rolled my eyes, ignoring it.
"Ronnie, is everything okay?" Josh's voice said through the door.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I replied.
"Can we come in?" Nick's voice asked.
"No, I just want to be alone. Please." I answered.
"What happened?" Josh asked, I shook my head to myself as I took a deep breath.
"Nothing, I'm just tired." I responded, there was silence for a moment before the door opened. "What the fuck?"
"I have a key." Josh smiled, proud of himself as the two boys entered my room.
"Did you have to use it?" I groaned, rolling over and digging my head into my pillow.
"Yeah, you're obviously upset and weren't letting us in. Please just talk to me." He answered.
"Fine, I'll talk, but it kinda concerns Nick, so I'll only talk to him." I answered and Josh nodded.
"Good, text me if you need anything." He instructed as he left my room, closing the door behind him. I motioned for Nick to lock the door, and he did before walking over and sitting on the bed next to me.

"I'm guessing the meeting didn't go too well." He stated as I sat up, glancing over to him. His blonde hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, and he wasn't wearing a shirt but had changed into a pair of sweatpants.
"No, it went so well. They want to sign me, and they're going to make plans for an album." I smiled back, his eyes scanning me as he took in what I was saying.
"Then what's the matter, why are you so upset?" He asked as I grabbed the contract from the side of my bed, I showed him the section about relationships and explained the conversation I had had with Jason.
"He told me that if I am in any relationships, I shouldn't be. And they should be ended." I whispered, his face dropping slightly.
"Ended. Completely?" He asked, looking up at me with his brow furrowed.
"Yeah, he said that if there's a private relationship it would be too easy for paparazzi, fans, friends or even ourselves to slip up and post a photo, comment or like be in the background of an instagram story." I explained and he nodded.
"Yeah, that makes sense." He nodded slightly, there was silence for a minute as he read the section again. "Isn't there something we can do? Like only be together in private, only when it's the two of us. We won't talk at parties, or if the group is hanging out. Only when it is only the two of us."
"Nick, that would be so hard. I can't ask you to do that just because of my career." I insisted and he shook his head.
"I agree, you can't ask me to do that. But you're not. I'm asking you to do that. Please, Veronica, I can't lose you. I... I just found you. Fuck I know that's cliche and cringey as fuck but that's how I feel. Ronnie, please don't make me lose you." He whispered, leaning over and pressing his lips to mine. They're always so soft, and his hands always feel right against my skin, this time they were holding onto my hips, pulling at them softly.
"Okay, only when it's the two of us." I whispered back, pressing my lips back against his. My hands held onto the sides of his face, before sliding to the back of his neck, pulling him towards me more. In the moment, I started to lean back pulling him over the top of me. His hands moved to my mattress holding himself up as he hovered over me. 

"Where is this going?" He asked, breathing slightly heavier, I thought about it myself.
"Uh, I... I don't... It doesn't matter, you can go if you want." I whispered back dropping my hands from his neck.
"No, okay that's what I thought but..." He faded out, thinking for a moment, "But he.. He hurt you so bad, and I don't want to go there if you're not ready. Just tell me if you're ready. I need to hear you say it."

Am I ready? I mean, he's right, my previous experiences with sex were shit and literally traumatic. Would I be able to make it through without having a panic attack or thinking of... him? I'm not sure, but I'll never know unless I give it a go.

"I'm ready, Nick, I want you." I whispered back as my hands slid back up to his neck, pulling his head back down to my lips. Our mouths moved in time with each other, his hands still holding himself up but my hands slid down to press against his chest. His lips moved to press to my cheek, shifting down to my neck and shoulder. He started sucking down on my neck, starting to leave a hickey. "Nick, stop." I whispered, his head pulling away from me.
"What? What happened?" He asked, eyes wide and worried.
"No, just don't leave any hickeys. It's too obvious." I whispered and he nodded.
"Oh, right. That's true." He smiled softly, putting his head back down, leaving sloppy kisses on my neck and shoulder. His hands slid up, under my shirt, pulling it up and off. He threw it over to the side, pressing his lips lower. His lips pressed against my chest, my fingers running through his hair as I tilted my head back. He peeled my bra over my shoulders, revealing my boobs. His head moved back as he unhooked my bra from behind, taking in my top half as he breathed heavily. "Holy fuck." He breathed, smiling to himself. His thumb rubbed over a part of one of my breasts. "Do you mind if I leave one here? It'll be covered." He asked, his eyes flicking from my boob to my eyes.
"You do you, boo." I smirked, giggling to myself as he leaned back down to the spot. He sucked on my breast, his other hand caressing my other one. The sensations tingled, sending shivers up my spine. 

Don't moan, stay quiet. Shut up. I thought as the moan escaped my lips, Nick chuckled slightly into my chest. His thumbs unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them all the way off. He pressed his lips back against mine, as his thumbs hooked through the sides of my underwear. He pulled my underwear off as I pulled down his sweatpants. His lips pulled away from mine as he lined himself up, my head tilting back as I prepared myself for him. He thrusted into me, making me groan in pain.
"F... fuck. Nick." I whined slightly.
"I know." He replied, pulling out and thrusting back into me.
"N... N... No. Nick, it hurts so bad." I whined again, him pausing for a moment as his hands grabbed my ass, pulling it up and holding it off of the bed. He thrusted back into me, this time it felt better, almost pleasurable.
"How's that?" He asked, looking into my eyes.
"It's good." I replied, a small smile forming on my lips. He kissed me again, continuing to thrust in and out of me. As we kissed he thrusted harder, squeezing my ass. I moaned into the kiss, him doing so as well. He pressed his forehead against mine, our sweat and breaths combining as one of his hand slid down to my back, picking up my body and holding me against him. 
"You're amazing." He whispered pressing his lips to my neck. "I mean to let me do this so soon after all you've been through. It's incredible."
I nodded slightly, his breathing was becoming harder and heavier. And mine was becoming harder to bring out. I felt my stomach start to flip and my legs began to shake slightly as the shivers rolled up and down my back. I let out a big moan as I began to orgasm.
"Holy fuck." I moaned out, Nick rested his head on my shoulder as he let out a groan as well, his hands squeezing onto my skin harder. He bit onto my shoulder to quieten himself, only making me moan louder. He pulled out of me as he placed me back down on the bed, rolling next to me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, holding me against him. I pulled my blanket up and over the two of us, wrapping my arm around his waist and pressing my head against his chest. I laid there as I felt him drift off to sleep, once he was I climbed out of bed changing into his sweatpants and a tee shirt that I pulled out of my cupboard. I threw my hair into a bun and wiped my makeup off of my face, walked back over to the bed, pulling up my laptop and watching Grace and Frankie as Nick slept next to me.