Nick/Greg fic - Hey Nicky!
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nickngregOooh. This is one of my favorites! :D Inspired by one of my own personal kinks ;)
Title: Hey Nicky!
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 1/1
Summary: Greg arrives home from a trip with something secret in a box for Nick! Costume!sex ensues!
Note: This fic does NOT involve cross-dressing!
X-posted!
Hey Nicky! 1/1
Nick Stokes impatiently tapped his fingers on the airport seat. Nick didn’t like to wait. After all, Greg’s plane would arrive any minute now. Or so he hoped.
He shifted his position. Looked at his watch again and again. Played a game or two on his cell phone. Nick did anything to pass the time. Suddenly, the doors to Terminal C opened and a flood of people poured out. The Texan jumped to his feet, scanning the crowd for any sign of funky hair. The waters cleared and there! There he was.
“I missed you,” Nick said, throwing an arm around Greg’s shoulders. “I had to resort to using my hand,” he whispered.
Greg, always the daring one, broke their “no PDA” rule and kissed Nick quickly on the cheek. “It’s okay, I had to do the same thing,” he winked. “I didn’t realize how hard it would be to spend a few days without you.”
“In case you forgot...we’re in public.”
“I know.” Sometimes Nick hated that grin. They talked as they walked, making their way to the baggage claim. “Something’s wrong,” Greg said as they scanned the bags.
“What?”
“My bags are never all here. They always lose something.”
“Isn’t that a good thing that they’re all here?”
“...Yes.” He reached for his suitcase.
Nick chuckled and shook his head. He saw Greg go to grab for something he had never seen before, a cardboard box. “Hey, what’s that?” Nick asked.
“Not telling. It’s a surprise.”
“Please?”
“Nuh-uh.” The blonde picked up the box and started moving towards the exit.
“Come on, Greggo, show me what’s in the box!” Nick was begging now.
Greg stopped and turned to face his boyfriend. “I’ll give you one clue. This shit is bananas.”
Nick stared blankly.
“B-A-N-A-N-A-S?” When Nick didn’t respond, Greg sighed and kept walking.
“Wait!” Nick said, running after him. “I don’t get it! You got me a banana?!”
~
Nick must’ve been in an annoying mood that day, because he kept asking Greg about the box all the way to their car and, finally, Greg had had enough. He slammed the box down on the trunk. “This was going to be something for later on but if you keep asking you’re never going to get a chance!”
Nick’s mouth fell open, then he shut up. As he and Greg climbed into the car, he spoke again, tentatively. “Does this mean we’re not going to have welcome-home sex?”
Greg gave him one of his infamous grins. “I’ve been away from you for days. I ain’t waiting!”
“Do we get to use what’s in the box?”
“Oh, I’ll be using it, that’s for sure. Wait ‘til you see what it is ‘cause it’ll drive you crazy.”
Nick adjusted the growing erection in his jeans with the hand that wasn’t on the steering wheel. Seeing this, Greg reached over and dropped a hand onto Nick’s knee. Nick jumped in surprise and spun the wheel, sending them careening into the next lane. “Jesus, Greg!” he said, frantically regaining control of the vehicle. “Are you trying to kills us?!”
Greg laughed. “At least both of us would have died happy!” Nick groaned in response, and Greg reached over to turn on the radio.
~
Nick sat on their couch, impatient again. But this time, he was impatient with an erection.
Greg had told him to wait there while he changed into whatever the hell he had brought in the box. Before he had disappeared into the bedroom, Greg had rearranged the furniture a bit, pushing the table forward so there was a big empty space in front of the TV. Nick had been trying to figure out what it was that Greg was going to be, but he realized he had no idea. The anticipation had made him uncomfortably hard in his jeans.
“I’m almost ready!” Greg yelled. Suddenly, he appeared in the doorway. Nick’s jaw dropped.
Greg was dressed in a cheerleader’s uniform. The top was blue and white, with the name of his school written across the chest. The pants were blue, too, and Greg had white socks on his feet. He leaned against the door, idly spinning a CD in his hands. “Surprised?” he asked.
“You...you were a cheerleader?!”
“All four years, baby.”
“What ever happened to being captain of the chess team?”
“Hey, I was a lot of things in high school. Being the first male cheerleader was just one of them.” He winked. “Besides, I think people would believe the chess thing faster than this,” he said and gestured down at his clothes. “But enough about that. I can still do some of my old moves and I have a cheer to do for you.”
Nick leaned back against the couch cushions as Greg turned to the stereo, putting the CD in. A loud drum beat filled the room and Nick immediately recognized the beat. When it got to the right point, Greg clapped as he chanted. “Oh Nicky, you’re so fine! You’re so fine you blow my mind! Hey Nicky! Hey Nicky!” At the last word, Greg jumped and stretched both legs out, touching the tips of his toes and landing on his feet. The familiar chorus repeated, but this time Greg ended it with a backflip. After a few more claps and one more “Hey Nicky!” Greg turned the music off and bowed. He lifted his head up, grinning madly.
“Ho-ly shit,” Nick said, drawing the words out. “I can not believe you just did that.”
“Well, I could tumble for you, but that isn’t easy to do with a boner,” Greg laughed. “Besides, I don’t think I have room...”
Nick rose from the couch. “I think that was the hottest thing you’ve ever done. No wonder you’re so damn flexible.” He kissed Greg hard on the lips, but before he could respond Nick was on his knees, pulling the waistband of Greg’s cheer pants down. He didn’t stop to admire Greg’s cock like usual; Nick wanted to go straight for the gold. He slid his mouth over the hard shaft, bathing it with his tongue as he swallowed it whole.
The Texan used his hands to steady Greg as he licked and sucked. He had pulled the blue pants all the way down to Greg’s feet, and Nick let go of Greg temporarily so he could step out of them. He resumed the blowjob as Greg discarded his shirt. “Fuck, Nick,” Greg groaned. “Couch.”
Nick hummed around Greg’s dick and pulled off, pushing him down onto the couch. He didn’t wait to put on a strip tease; he tore his clothes off as fast as he could. Nick leaned down to kiss along Greg’s neck as the other man stroked the Texan’s cock. Nick had always wanted to try sex on the couch – despite the possibility of leaving suspicious stains – but in his wildest fantasies he never thought that this would lead to it.
The couple kissed passionately, their erections sliding together in glorious unison. Hands roamed across skin, and both could feel their orgasms approaching. Nick’s moans made Greg harder. He was itching to feel the older man’s mouth on his skin again and, as if Nick had read his mind, Nick bit down on a nipple. He was straddling Greg’s legs now, pumping Greg’s cock furiously in his fist. Greg wanted to touch too, but Nick kept his hands away.
Nick leaned forward for another open-mouthed kiss, letting the head of Greg’s cock brush against his abs. It was something that brought a full-body shudder from both of them. Greg used this as an opportunity to pull Nick back down so they could move together. He wrapped his arms around Nick’s neck, thrusting his hips against Nick’s. “Hey Nicky,” he whispered into his boyfriend’s ear, “I want my jock to come for me.”
That’s all it took and Nick shouted, his orgasm coating Greg’s abs and chest. Nick reached down and pumped Greg’s cock once more and he was coming too. Nick rested against Greg as both came down from their high, and he playfully ran a semen-slick hand through his boyfriend’s hair. “I love what you do to me,” Nick grinned.
A/N: I had so much fun writing that. I have a thing for cheerleaders. Especially male cheerleaders. The guy I like at school is a varsity cheerleader and I just think that’s the hottest thing ever. He looks at bit like Greg so that’s where I got the idea of turning Greg into a high school cheerleader. Hot hot hot! And the two songs mentioned in here are Gwen Stefani’s “Hollaback Girl” (This shit is bananas! B-A-N-A-N-A-S!) and Toni Basil’s “Mickey.”
Title: Hey Nicky!
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 1/1
Summary: Greg arrives home from a trip with something secret in a box for Nick! Costume!sex ensues!
Note: This fic does NOT involve cross-dressing!
X-posted!
Hey Nicky! 1/1
Nick Stokes impatiently tapped his fingers on the airport seat. Nick didn’t like to wait. After all, Greg’s plane would arrive any minute now. Or so he hoped.
He shifted his position. Looked at his watch again and again. Played a game or two on his cell phone. Nick did anything to pass the time. Suddenly, the doors to Terminal C opened and a flood of people poured out. The Texan jumped to his feet, scanning the crowd for any sign of funky hair. The waters cleared and there! There he was.
“I missed you,” Nick said, throwing an arm around Greg’s shoulders. “I had to resort to using my hand,” he whispered.
Greg, always the daring one, broke their “no PDA” rule and kissed Nick quickly on the cheek. “It’s okay, I had to do the same thing,” he winked. “I didn’t realize how hard it would be to spend a few days without you.”
“In case you forgot...we’re in public.”
“I know.” Sometimes Nick hated that grin. They talked as they walked, making their way to the baggage claim. “Something’s wrong,” Greg said as they scanned the bags.
“What?”
“My bags are never all here. They always lose something.”
“Isn’t that a good thing that they’re all here?”
“...Yes.” He reached for his suitcase.
Nick chuckled and shook his head. He saw Greg go to grab for something he had never seen before, a cardboard box. “Hey, what’s that?” Nick asked.
“Not telling. It’s a surprise.”
“Please?”
“Nuh-uh.” The blonde picked up the box and started moving towards the exit.
“Come on, Greggo, show me what’s in the box!” Nick was begging now.
Greg stopped and turned to face his boyfriend. “I’ll give you one clue. This shit is bananas.”
Nick stared blankly.
“B-A-N-A-N-A-S?” When Nick didn’t respond, Greg sighed and kept walking.
“Wait!” Nick said, running after him. “I don’t get it! You got me a banana?!”
~
Nick must’ve been in an annoying mood that day, because he kept asking Greg about the box all the way to their car and, finally, Greg had had enough. He slammed the box down on the trunk. “This was going to be something for later on but if you keep asking you’re never going to get a chance!”
Nick’s mouth fell open, then he shut up. As he and Greg climbed into the car, he spoke again, tentatively. “Does this mean we’re not going to have welcome-home sex?”
Greg gave him one of his infamous grins. “I’ve been away from you for days. I ain’t waiting!”
“Do we get to use what’s in the box?”
“Oh, I’ll be using it, that’s for sure. Wait ‘til you see what it is ‘cause it’ll drive you crazy.”
Nick adjusted the growing erection in his jeans with the hand that wasn’t on the steering wheel. Seeing this, Greg reached over and dropped a hand onto Nick’s knee. Nick jumped in surprise and spun the wheel, sending them careening into the next lane. “Jesus, Greg!” he said, frantically regaining control of the vehicle. “Are you trying to kills us?!”
Greg laughed. “At least both of us would have died happy!” Nick groaned in response, and Greg reached over to turn on the radio.
~
Nick sat on their couch, impatient again. But this time, he was impatient with an erection.
Greg had told him to wait there while he changed into whatever the hell he had brought in the box. Before he had disappeared into the bedroom, Greg had rearranged the furniture a bit, pushing the table forward so there was a big empty space in front of the TV. Nick had been trying to figure out what it was that Greg was going to be, but he realized he had no idea. The anticipation had made him uncomfortably hard in his jeans.
“I’m almost ready!” Greg yelled. Suddenly, he appeared in the doorway. Nick’s jaw dropped.
Greg was dressed in a cheerleader’s uniform. The top was blue and white, with the name of his school written across the chest. The pants were blue, too, and Greg had white socks on his feet. He leaned against the door, idly spinning a CD in his hands. “Surprised?” he asked.
“You...you were a cheerleader?!”
“All four years, baby.”
“What ever happened to being captain of the chess team?”
“Hey, I was a lot of things in high school. Being the first male cheerleader was just one of them.” He winked. “Besides, I think people would believe the chess thing faster than this,” he said and gestured down at his clothes. “But enough about that. I can still do some of my old moves and I have a cheer to do for you.”
Nick leaned back against the couch cushions as Greg turned to the stereo, putting the CD in. A loud drum beat filled the room and Nick immediately recognized the beat. When it got to the right point, Greg clapped as he chanted. “Oh Nicky, you’re so fine! You’re so fine you blow my mind! Hey Nicky! Hey Nicky!” At the last word, Greg jumped and stretched both legs out, touching the tips of his toes and landing on his feet. The familiar chorus repeated, but this time Greg ended it with a backflip. After a few more claps and one more “Hey Nicky!” Greg turned the music off and bowed. He lifted his head up, grinning madly.
“Ho-ly shit,” Nick said, drawing the words out. “I can not believe you just did that.”
“Well, I could tumble for you, but that isn’t easy to do with a boner,” Greg laughed. “Besides, I don’t think I have room...”
Nick rose from the couch. “I think that was the hottest thing you’ve ever done. No wonder you’re so damn flexible.” He kissed Greg hard on the lips, but before he could respond Nick was on his knees, pulling the waistband of Greg’s cheer pants down. He didn’t stop to admire Greg’s cock like usual; Nick wanted to go straight for the gold. He slid his mouth over the hard shaft, bathing it with his tongue as he swallowed it whole.
The Texan used his hands to steady Greg as he licked and sucked. He had pulled the blue pants all the way down to Greg’s feet, and Nick let go of Greg temporarily so he could step out of them. He resumed the blowjob as Greg discarded his shirt. “Fuck, Nick,” Greg groaned. “Couch.”
Nick hummed around Greg’s dick and pulled off, pushing him down onto the couch. He didn’t wait to put on a strip tease; he tore his clothes off as fast as he could. Nick leaned down to kiss along Greg’s neck as the other man stroked the Texan’s cock. Nick had always wanted to try sex on the couch – despite the possibility of leaving suspicious stains – but in his wildest fantasies he never thought that this would lead to it.
The couple kissed passionately, their erections sliding together in glorious unison. Hands roamed across skin, and both could feel their orgasms approaching. Nick’s moans made Greg harder. He was itching to feel the older man’s mouth on his skin again and, as if Nick had read his mind, Nick bit down on a nipple. He was straddling Greg’s legs now, pumping Greg’s cock furiously in his fist. Greg wanted to touch too, but Nick kept his hands away.
Nick leaned forward for another open-mouthed kiss, letting the head of Greg’s cock brush against his abs. It was something that brought a full-body shudder from both of them. Greg used this as an opportunity to pull Nick back down so they could move together. He wrapped his arms around Nick’s neck, thrusting his hips against Nick’s. “Hey Nicky,” he whispered into his boyfriend’s ear, “I want my jock to come for me.”
That’s all it took and Nick shouted, his orgasm coating Greg’s abs and chest. Nick reached down and pumped Greg’s cock once more and he was coming too. Nick rested against Greg as both came down from their high, and he playfully ran a semen-slick hand through his boyfriend’s hair. “I love what you do to me,” Nick grinned.
A/N: I had so much fun writing that. I have a thing for cheerleaders. Especially male cheerleaders. The guy I like at school is a varsity cheerleader and I just think that’s the hottest thing ever. He looks at bit like Greg so that’s where I got the idea of turning Greg into a high school cheerleader. Hot hot hot! And the two songs mentioned in here are Gwen Stefani’s “Hollaback Girl” (This shit is bananas! B-A-N-A-N-A-S!) and Toni Basil’s “Mickey.”
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Date: 2005-05-29 05:24 am (UTC)BABY!!!
Date: 2005-05-29 05:29 am (UTC)i soooo got the hint of HEY NICKY and the "i'll be using it for sure" part!
MALE CHEERLEADERS = DAMN SEXXXYYY!!!
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Date: 2005-05-29 10:43 am (UTC)Greta idea with the cheerleading thing :D
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Date: 2005-05-29 03:57 pm (UTC)ctx :D
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Date: 2005-05-29 11:13 pm (UTC)~x~
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Date: 2005-05-30 09:09 am (UTC)