Go Jackals 4

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Title: Go Jackals, Ch. 4
Ratings: R for bad language
Spoilers: None really, AU
Summary: A Nick/Greg AU set in college. Vaguely inspired by the song "Hey Mickey" and my un healthy love for writing Nick/Greg roleplaying and/or AU
Previous Chapters: Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three



Pastor O’Leary stood at the podium, a kind smile on his young face. He looked out at the small audience, took a breath and started.

“I’m going to begin with a quote I found while doing the research for today: ‘The Bible contains six admonishments to homosexuals and 362 admonishments to heterosexuals. That doesn’t mean that God doesn’t love heterosexuals. It’s just that they need more supervision’,” nervous laughter spread through the crowd. Nick couldn’t help but smile, “That’s from a woman named Lynn Lavner. Now, I’m not sure of her affiliation with the church, but she seems to have more sense than most of the priests and reverends I’ve met,” there was more polite laughter, “Yes, the Bible does forbid same-sex intercourse, but it also prohibits eating shellfish and wearing outfits made of synthetic material. Only a few lines after the famed ‘Thou shalt not lie with a man as thou lies with a woman’ passage in Leviticus, it states that if you suspect a woman of being a witch, you are expected by God to stone them. I think it’s safe to say we don’t stone young women to death in this country for being knowledgeable about alternative medicine. I think the best way I have to show all you amazing people that it is possible to be queer and love God is to share my story. Never hide who you are. If we hide so deeply within ourselves that we can no longer see the sun, we give power to those who wish to hurt us. We can only succeed; we can only survive by being true to ourselves. By doing so, we will show them that their words have no power. If you’re true to yourself, your life will fall into place. Now!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands together, snapping the audience out of their reverie, “Pull your chairs into a circle and make room for me. I have a story to tell.”

~~

The kissing booths were in full swing. A stereo nearby was blasting an up-tempo dance track. The line was longer in front of Riley’s booth. Greg had only had a few takers. He sat behind the counter, his head buried in his arms, a dejected look on his face. Don was trying to console him, rubbing small circles on his back. Suddenly, the taller man got an idea. He jumped up and strolled around the front of the booth. Clearing his throat, he grabbed a nearby megaphone.

“Come one, come all! One ticket for one kiss with the smokin’ hot Gregory Sanders! Ladies, he’s smart (captain of the Chem Club), funny (one of the funniest guys I know) and just look at that adorable face!” shouted Don, grabbing Greg’s face from his friend’s arms and pinching his cheeks. Putting the megaphone aside, Don leant down towards Greg, “C’mon man. Stand up. Sell yourself a little!”

"I’m not a whore!” Greg exclaimed in a stage whisper.

"Face it, Greggo, for now, ya kinda are,” Don grabbed Greg by the arm and pulled him up.

Don grabbed the megaphone and started shouting again, “And boys! C’mon! Just look at that tight little ass!” said Don, turning Greg around and smacking his behind.

~~

Inside the conference room, Pastor O’Leary was surrounded by the audience, they were hanging on his every word.

“My parents were both very religious. I have a large family. Two brothers, three sisters,” he said, holding up the appropriate number of fingers each time, “My father preached at the local church, my mother helped out with the cleaning and cooking. That kind of stuff. Once we were old enough, each of my brothers and sisters helped out at the church too. My sisters were all on the choir. My brother, Matthew, helped out in the Outreach Center and my other brother, Wally, took care of the finances. So, like it or not, we were always around it growing up. I first doubted God’s love when I was twelve years old. My friend, Jimmy and I were down at the lake where we grew up outside Boston. We were just entering puberty and our bodies were all over the place,” Pastor O’Leary chuckled quietly, “Sometimes I wonder if my voice is still cracking!” his voice cracked at that exact moment, “See? Anyway, there was no one around and Jimmy had had a sly look on his face. I asked him what he was planning and he said, ‘I dare ya ta take off all your clothes and go skinny dippin’!’ I stumbled around for a bit. I wasn’t happy with my body. My legs grew before the rest of me and I was getting freckles everywhere. ‘What are ya, chicken?’ he teased, clucking like a hen. As if to prove a point, he stripped off all his clothes in front of me. When he bent down to untangle his legs from his boxer shorts, something clicked in me. While all of my friends were bragging about the Playboys they had stolen from their fathers, nothing was happening to me. Luckily, Jimmy was in the water before he could see what was happening to my own boxers. I dove in, still in my underwear, hoping the cold water would calm me down. After that, I’d steal my sister Bridget’s Teen-Beats and jack off after everyone went to sleep.”

“Did your parents ever find out?” asked a quiet girl with thick wire-framed glasses.

“Yeah. When I was sixteen, Jimmy and I discovered the joys of mutual masturbation. I was the oldest, so I had my own room, but I had forgotten to lock my door that day. Wally came in, found me with my hand around Jimmy’s dick and went off to find my dad. Jimmy and I pulled up our pants, he bolted out the door and my dad sent me to a camp in New Hampshire.”

Nick gasped before he could stop himself.

“It wasn’t that bad. There was a lot of talking, therapy and Bible lessons, but obviously none of it stuck. Towards the end of my required stay, I met a guy named Eric who changed my life. He made me realize something that I want you all to realize,” said Pastor O’Leary, absentmindedly turning a silver ring on his ring finger, “The Bible was written thousands of years ago in a society with rules and norms much different than now. Since God is truly infallible, He couldn’t have made a mistake with you. You are exactly how God made you. And God loves every one of His creations, never forget that. Now, does anyone have any questions?” asked Pastor O’Leary.

~~

At the kissing booths, Greg’s line had gotten a little longer, but Riley’s was still full, mostly with girls forced into it by their boyfriends.

“So, how much, stud?” asked a chipper female voice.

“One ticket, one kiss,” replied Greg, not looking the girl in the eyes.

“That’s it?” she exclaimed, “Hon, for you, they should charge triple!”

Greg finally managed to clear the cobwebs from head, “Wait. Lynn? Oh, for you it’s totally free!” Greg beamed as he leant over and hugged his friend, kissing her on the cheek.

“Totally worth it!” she exclaimed to the crowd, “Oh! My sister just sent me the Playgirl surfer edition! I need to lend it to you!”

“You know I love a nice longboard!” joked Greg.

“What’s this? Faggy Sanders actually got a girl?” came a deep New England Accent.

“Oh shit! It’s Derek!” exclaimed Lynn.

Derek Spirelli walked up to the booth, his girlfriend nowhere to be seen.

“What the fuck did you do to my girl, faggot?” shouted Derek, pushing Greg against the edge of the booth. The others were on their feet and by Greg’s side in an instant.

“What? You mean listen to her? Believe it or not, cock size isn’t all that matters. You must not have enough,” smirked Greg. Before he could turn around, Derek had punched him, sending Greg to the floor.

As Greg was trying to catch his breath, Don and Aiden rushed toward Derek, rage etched on their faces. They were grabbed by campus security before either had landed any punches.

“You fucking cocksucker!” shouted Derek, restrained by security.

“Small-dicked homophobe!” shuted Greg, his own security guard struggling to restrain him.

“Fudge-packing faggot!” shouted Derek.

“What did you just call him?”

~~

Nick and Adam were leaving the conference room, both at ease with the other when they heard a fight break out nearby.

“What’s this? Faggy Sanders actually got a girl?” Nick recognized the voice. It was his teammate, Derek Spirelli, “What the fuck did you do to my girl, faggot?” After a few seconds, there was the clear sound of a body hitting the floor.

Nick and Adam looked at each other and rushed to the center of the student union where the midway was set up. By the time they got there; Derek, Greg and a few of Nick’s classmates were all being restrained by campus security.

“You fucking cocksucker!” shouted Derek.

“Small-dicked homophobe!” shouted Greg, struggling in vain against the guard holding him.

“Fudge-packing faggot!” shouted Derek.

“What did you just call him?” asked Nick, stepping forward.

Derek turned around, relief spreading across his face, “Stokes! Tell this faggot cheerleader what we do to queers!”

“No. Why should I?” asked Nick, his resolve steeling itself.

“’Why’?” repeated Derek, “Cause fags are sick and unnatural! What’re you a fag too?”

Nick glanced to Greg, a bruise already forming on his cheek and clenched his jaw. It was then that Nick experienced the same eureka moment Pastor O’Leary did with his friend Jimmy.

“So what if I am?” said Nick, calmly.

The silence in the building was deafening. Derek, unable to make any movements, spat directly in Nick’s face. Calmly, Nick wiped it off and looked Derek in the eyes, “Oh, and this is for punching Greg,” with a neutral expression, Nick punched Derek as hard as he could.