Nick/Greg fic - Senior Year 2/?
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nickngregAlrighty, here’s (finally) the second chapter of “Senior Year!”
Overall summary: This chronicles Nick and Greg through their senior year of high school in southern California. Love, hate, and all-around high school drama! AU.
Title: Senior Year
Chapter: 2/?
Rating: NC-17 over-all, but this is PG-13
Chapter 2 Summary: More phone calls, a football game, under-age drinking, and...well, you’ll see.
X-posted!
Chapter 1: The New and the Old (PG-13)
Senior Year 2/?
After-Party
It only took one day – and one person – to resolve any of Nick’s fears of entering a new high school. He wasn’t expecting to find anyone like Greg, at least not on the first day. Nick spent the rest of the week talking to Greg as much as possible, which wasn’t exactly difficult, because Greg loved to hear himself talk. Nick didn’t mind a bit.
Greg, on the other hand, worked just as hard to get Nick to open up. Nick tended to stay quiet when meeting new people, surveying them and getting to know them through how they acted around others, and suddenly jumping into the conversation when he found an opening. With Greg around, he was thrust into the spotlight. Greg seemed to really enjoy showing Nick around. Or maybe he’s showing me off... Nick had thought, but he shook the idea out of his head. Gay Greg was only in his imagination.
By the middle of the second week, Nick felt like he’d met everyone in school. He and Greg were standing in the lunch line, Greg talking animatedly to a pretty brunette. Greg stopped his conversation, whispering a few words of advice into Nick’s ear. (Nick, who was falling harder for Greg each day, had to suppress a shiver at the feeling of Greg’s breath on his skin.) “Don’t get the meat loaf.”
“Why?”
“It’s not meat. Trust me.”
“What about that sandwich-type-thing?” He pointed to what looked like a meat patty doused in mysterious sauce and stuck between two soggy pieces of bread.
“You don’t even know how to describe it, so are you sure you want to eat it?”
“Good point.” Nick pondered the a la carte line in front of him. “What about pizza?”
“Good idea. I’ll have some too.”
Nick reached for two slices, offered a third to Greg’s friend – her name was Gina - but she declined with a pretty smile. They paid for their food and headed back to the row of tables parallel to the courtyard windows. “She thinks you’re hot,” Greg whispered as they sat down.
“Really?”
“Yeah. Go for it, man. She’s fun, hot, single.”
Nick glanced down the table where Gina was sitting. He saw her laugh as she took a drink from a water bottle. “I dunno, Greg. It’s a little too soon.”
Greg took a bite of his cheese pizza. “Bad break-up before you left Texas?”
“Yeah, pretty much. Well, bad on hi-” Nick caught himself before he finished the word. He pretended to choke on his pizza and took a quick swig of his soda. Greg didn’t notice his little slip-up. “Bad on their part,” he continued.
“Got it,” Greg shrugged. He changed the subject. “Are you coming to the game on Friday?” The spiky-haired boy looked hopeful.
“I don’t know what I’m doing Friday night.”
Greg pressed further. “I’ll be there.”
Is that a date? “On second thought, I think I can come.” Nick ignored all double meanings of the word ‘come’.
Greg grinned. It was a flirty, amused grin. “Seven o’clock, five dollars to get in. I hope this is our year. The last, like, six have been crappy seasons for Oakenshaw High.”
“That’s one thing I don’t miss about Texas. We sucked at football.” Football. Adam. Ew, Nick thought.
Greg chuckled. “How about we meet in the bleachers on Friday? I’ve got to get there a little early, though, so I’ll find you.”
“Sounds good to me,” Nick replied. The bell rang, signalling the end of lunch. They waved good-bye, parting ways, Greg heading off to Latin and Nick to Spanish. Nick was a happy boy the rest of the day. He couldn’t wait for Friday.
~
“What’s gotten into you, Nicky?” Angela laughed over the phone. Her Southern accent was thick, but not annoying. She had a musical, pretty voice that matched the rest of her.
“Let’s just say I’ve adjusted to California!” Nick was lying on his back on his bed, shoes kicked off, windows thrown open wide.
“Did you meet someone or something?”
“...”
“Oh my God. You did. Details, now.”
“I met this guy named Greg. He’s so hot. And cute. And everything,” Nick smiled just thinking about Greg. He felt like a lovesick preteen girl and that was just fine with him.
“Is he...like you?”
“I don’t know yet,” he sighed. He really didn’t know the answer. “Looks like I’ll have to find out soon.”
“And even if he isn’t, you’d have no problem getting him to switch sides,” she laughed.
“Hey, that would be pretty fun...”
“Nick Stokes!” she gasped, pretending to be offended.
“You love it.”
“I do.” There was a pause, but when she spoke again the lighthearted tone had disappeared from her voice. “You don’t happen to know what happened to Adam, do you? He’s been moping and sulking for the past, like, two weeks.”
“I’m not surprised. We talked. Actually, we fought.”
“What’d you say?”
“I just told him to get over me because I’m out here, he’s out there and it was time for us to break up. The whole long-distance relationship wouldn’t work out.”
“And you wanted no strings attached so you could pursue fresh...meat...right?” She giggled and smacked her gum.
“He didn’t want to hear it, but it’s true. He’ll get over it, eventually.” Nick rolled his eyes. Adam would be depressed for weeks. Nick didn’t care.
“I just hate seeing him like this. Hm. But it’s for the best, I suppose.”
Nick absentmindedly picked at a thread hanging off his shirt. “Yeah, for the best.” He looked at his clock radio. “Ange, I got to go. Even out here teachers give homework.”
“Thanks for reminding me. I’ve got an essay due that I’ve been putting off. Good luck with that Greg guy!”
“Thanks, babe. Love ya, miss ya, bye!” He heard the click on the other line and closed his cell, putting it back in its spot on the bedside table. Nick really did have homework but starting it didn’t sound too appealing.
He pulled out paper to start some algebra problems. However, his pencil seemed to have a mind of its own, scribbling the words “I love Greg” on the lined paper. Nick grinned and copied the line, then copied it again. Nothing could destroy his mood.
~
Nick wasn’t spending an hour in front of the mirror trying to decide what to wear. Really, he wasn’t.
Okay, he was.
Behind him had grown a pile of discarding clothes, and it was getting larger by the minute – three pairs of jeans, a set of nylon track pants, two different pairs of shorts, and an uncountable number of shirts. It looked like Nick’s entire wardrobe was lying in a heap on his bed.
It didn’t help that he wanted his boxers to match.
Changing his mind and deciding that he didn’t care, Nick shucked off the boxers he was wearing and reached into his drawer and pulled on navy boxer-briefs. He turned and admired himself in the mirror. He liked the way the underwear accentuated his package. Nick slowly ran a hand down his chest, past his stomach. At the first touch of his hand on his fabric-covered cock, his thoughts jumped to Greg and he immediately pulled his hand away. He didn’t have time for that.
Nick shook all the dirty fantasies out of his mind. Hiding in the back of his closet, he found a charcoal-covered tee. He slid it on and found that it fit quite snugly. A pair of cargo shorts and one more look in the mirror later, Nick was ready to go.
He was late to the game by ten minutes (walking distance from his house to school was farther than he expected). He paid the five dollar entry fee, walked around the back, and climbed into the stands. Nick stood on the walkway at the bottom, the cheerleaders chanting to his left and the fans screaming to his right. He scanned the sea of faces but couldn’t find Greg. Huh, Nick thought. I wonder where he is.
Nick was still searching when something happened in the game and everyone rose to their feet in excitement, cheering. That’s when Nick saw Greg.
He knew his mouth was hanging open. Greg hadn’t told him that he was a cheerleader!
Greg was Oakenshaw High’s only male cheerleader. He stood in the back row, towards the left, chanting and clapping with the rest of the varsity squad. Nick found something hypnotic in the way Greg moved. He was lost in the sight. He couldn’t help from staring - cheerleading Greg was one of the hottest things Nick had ever seen.
In the middle of the squad’s yelling “Let’s go, defense! Let’s go!” Greg caught Nick’s eye and waved before returning both hands to the megaphone. Nick, having been shaken out of his stupor, quickly returned the gesture.
He managed to tear his eyes away from Greg, just to downplay how obvious he was crushing on him. Oakenshaw and the other school (whose name Nick couldn’t recall) were tied, with each school only having scored one touchdown. Despite the fact that Nick used to love and play football, he was getting bored.
Looking back down to the row of cheerleaders, Nick saw a group of about five or six – including Greg – step aside and do a move. Angela, who cheered in Texas, had told him the name of the stunt once but it had slipped his mind. As one, they all jumped into the air and stretched their legs out, touching their toes and sticking the landing, then pointing and smiling. Nick clapped loudly and grinned. Yeah, cheerleading Greg was a hot Greg.
It was halftime before he knew it. The cheerleaders went on their break as the marching band took the field. Instead of joining the girls heading for the snack bar, Greg scrambled into the stands and plopped down next to Nick. His hair was sweaty and a little messy, but his omnipresent grin was plastered to his face. “Hey, Nick! Glad to see you came. Wanna go get some food?” Without waiting for an answer, Greg stood.
Nick joined him and they followed the metal ramp down under the stands. “You know,” Nick started, “you didn’t tell me you were a cheerleader.”
Greg laughed. “All four years, baby.”
“Wow. We don’t have any back in Texas.”
“Really? That sucks. It’s lots of fun.”
“What got you into it?” Nick asked as he almost walked into a tree because he was totally focused on Greg.
“Oh, friends. And my parents were pressuring me to do some kind of sport so I could get into college. They weren’t expecting that I’d do this.” He laughed again and stretched his arms. “They’re fine with it, though. And so am I.”
“Somehow, it suits you,” Nick teased. By this time, they had joined the long line snaking from the concession stand.
Greg stood on his tip-toes, trying to see over the crowd. Spotting some of his friends, he grabbed Nick by the arm and pulled him farther up the line. “Hi Greg!” Summer exclaimed. She turned to Nick and smiled. “Hi, Nick.” That’s when Nick realized that almost every girl he had met over the past two weeks was on the varsity squad.
Nick waved “Hi” as Greg took Summer’s hand and kissed it. She rolled her eyes, giggling. The line moved more and more until the group was ready to order. Nick bought a soda, while Greg greedily gobbled down some nachos. Since they still had time before Greg had to cheer again, they sat underneath the stands and shared their food.
“You doing anything later?” Greg asked as he swiped a drink of Nick’s soda.
Nick raised his eyebrows at the question. “Not yet.”
“Good. There’s a party tonight and you’re coming.”
“Whose?”
“Jack Berti. Seventeen,” Greg replied, referring to the football player’s number.
“How’m I gonna get there?”
“I’m taking you, dork!” Greg said as he lightly punched Nick in the arm. “I’ll have to stop by my house and change before we go, though.”
Nick was hit with a sudden urge to kiss him. He was about to just lean in and do it, too, when Summer and a brunette cheerleader – Katie? - appeared behind Greg.
“Sorry we have to break you two up,” Summer joked, “but halftime’s over, Greg!”
Nick was glad it was dark under the stands because he knew he was blushing like mad. Reluctantly, Greg stood and stretched, saying “Meet me on the track after the game,” and waving goodbye as he followed the girls. Nick returned to his seat in the stands.
He couldn’t focus on anything but Greg cheering, and the rest of the game flew by. Sadly, Oakenshaw never regained a point after that first touchdown. As soon as it ended he hurried down to the track where Greg was lifting his box and bag.
“Here, I’ll get the bag,” Nick offered, eager to help.
Greg slipped his bag over Nick’s shoulder, and he shivered at Greg’s innocent touch. “Thanks, Nicky,” Greg said. Nick swallowed. No one else called him “Nicky” except for Angela and...Adam. He liked it when Greg used it. “My car’s this way.”
They walked to the parking lot, where they loaded the box and baggage into the trunk. “How’d you get here?” Greg asked.
“Eh, I walked. I don’t live that far away.”
“That’s cool,” Greg said as they stepped into his car. “Now we won’t have to come back and get it!”
He turned the radio on as they drove. It turned out that Greg didn’t live far from school, either. They pulled into the driveway of a nice-looking two-story home. “Nice-looking place,” Nick commented as they got out.
“Yeah, it’s a great little house,” Greg replied. They took Greg’s stuff out and Greg unlocked the front door with a key. “Let’s try and avoid my parents! They’re embarassing.”
As they passed the living room, a woman’s voice called out, “Greg! How was the game?”
Greg winced. Nick saw a short, plump blonde woman sitting on a leather couch. The man he assumed to be her husband was perched on a wooden chair, reading the newspaper. Both looked a lot like their son.
“Uh, it was fine, Mom! We lost.” Greg tried to keep walking but he was stopped by her voice again.
“Who’s your friend?” Nick noticed that the Sanders were eyeing him oddly, as if they were surveying them. Instead of responding, he offered a polite smile.
“Mom and Dad, Nick. Nick, Mom and Dad.” Greg turned and grabbed Nick’s arm, pulling him down the hallway and towards the stairs. “C’mon,” he hissed. “They probably think you’re my new boyfriend.”
“Wait, what?” Nick gasped, shocked. He stopped midway up the stairs. “You’re-”
“Bi. That doesn’t creep you out or anything, does it?”
Oh, now Nick was ecstatic. “No! No, not at all!” That’s probably the best thing you could have said!
“Good,” Greg grinned. “It’s not like I try to hide it.”
Nick nodded. Greg had a point. He chuckled and followed the cheerleader into his room.
“Make yourself at home!” Greg said. “I’ve gotta shower. Remote’s on the bed if you want some TV.” Nick watched Greg pick a fresh pair of boxers from his dresser and disappear into the bathroom.
He took the opportunity to look around Greg’s room. The bed was queen-sized and pushed against one corner. A shelf above it held various cheerleading trophies, among other random oddities. There was a desk and computer under the window, with a TV and DVD player sitting on top of the dresser. The room was painted light blue, but many posters of celebrities, movies, TV shows, bands, and anything else were competing to take up as much as space as possible. Nick noted surfing paraphernalia and a bookcase that contained several books on science and crime. Yeah, Greg had an interesting room.
He could hear the sounds of the shower, so he turned on the TV and flipped through the channels until he found MTV. Nick sat back on Greg’s bed as a Ciara video played on the screen. He didn’t hear Greg come in.
Greg’s hair was spiked again and he was standing in *just* a pair of thin boxers. Nick could see little droplets of water still glistening on his skin. Nick’s mouth ran dry as he slowly let his eyes travel down the cheerleader’s body.
Greg seemed not to notice Nick’s staring. Hell, he was almost drooling. Greg found a pair or jeans and slipped them on, then headed to his closet. He stood in front of the vast expanse of shirts for a long time before grabbing two. “Hey, Nick,” he said, holding up a red polo and a navy one. “Which one?”
As much as he wanted Greg to stay shirtless, he thought for a moment. “The blue one.”
“Good choice.” He slipped the tight fabric on. Greg paused again, this time staring at Nick. “Take this off,” he said as he tugged on Nick’s tee.
“Why?” Nick asked, even as he pulled it off.
“I’ve got something better for you to wear. Try maroon. And you can just leave your other shirt there.” The cheerleader held out a dark red polo. Nick managed to pull it over his body. He had to admit, it did look better. “It might be a little tight, but hey, chicks like that,” Greg winked, slipped on flip flops, and fastened puka shells around his neck.
“God, you’re hot,” Nick whispered.
“What was that?”
“Oh, uh, nothing. Um, let’s go.” Greg shrugged and grabbed his keys, then they were on their way.
~
Nick heard the party before he saw it. “This has got to be illegal,” he grinned. “I haven’t been to one of these in months.”
“I figured you were due for a party,” Greg said as he parked.
Inside, Greg grabbed a beer and tossed one to Nick. “You sure you should be drinking that? You’re driving,” Nick asked over the pounding music.
“It’s fine!” Greg laughed as he took a swig. “Besides, I doubt I’ll even finish this one.”
Nick toasted Greg before taking a drink of his own bottle. They wound their way through the crowd, past groups dancing or making out or both. They quickly found a group of Greg’s fellow cheerleaders and soon they were all dancing. Nick was distracted by the way Greg moved his hips as he got into the music. Even as he grinded to the beat of a 50 Cent song against a girl he didn’t know, he couldn’t take his eyes off Greg. Nick grabbed a second beer and drank too much too fast. The image of Greg laughing while dancing with Summer was the last thing Nick remembered.
~
“Finally! You’re awake!” came a familiar voice.
Nick opened his eyes through the misty haze of a throbbing headache. Greg was leaning over him waving his hand in front of Nick’s face. The light streaming in through the window told him it was morning.
“Where...wha...?” Nick asked groggily as he tried to get up.
“You passed out at the party last night. And now you’re in my room.”
“What’d I do?” His headache was beginning to fade away.
“Well, you made out with half the chicks at the party. Some of them at the same time.”
I made out with girls? Nick thought, confused.
“And, you started doing a strip tease.”
“What?!”
“‘Hot in Herre’ came on, and you were so smashed that you got a little to into it. Luckily you passed out before you could unzip your shorts all the way.” Greg laughed at remembering last night’s events.
“Then how’d I get here?”
“I dragged you out of there, man! Well, first I got your clothes, then I got you out of there and drove you home. I mean, here.” Greg was perched on the edge of the bed, watching him. He had already showered and changed his clothes.
“You mind if I use your shower?” Nick asked, finally able to sit all the way up.
“Only if you’re up to it. You can borrow some of my clothes. Boxers in the top drawer.”
Nick stood up and steadied himself with his hands as he got used to the feeling. He was too hung over to get horny off the thought of wearing Greg’s clothes, so he stumbled into the bathroom and got the shower ready. The cheerleader watched him worriedly, as if he was expecting Nick to fall and knock himself out at any moment.
The shower helped Nick’s hangover fade more. He felt more awake as the hot water streamed across his skin. Looking at the shelf full of Greg’s hair-care products, he decided not to use any because he didn’t know what half of them did. He dried off and dressed in the bathroom.
Walking back into Greg’s bedroom, where Greg was sitting at his computer, he picked up the charcoal tea that had been discarded last night. “I probably have to go,” Nick said. “My parents’ll kill me.”
“No! Stay!” Greg exclaimed. “I mean, let’s hang out for a while. I already took care of the parent thing.”
Nick dropped his shirt. “You did what?!”
The cheerleader grinned bashfully. “I found your home number in your phone and left a message saying you spent the night at a friend’s house. They haven’t called back, by the way.”
Nick chuckled. He threw his shirt at Greg’s face. “Thank you so much, man,” he said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Greg moved so he was sitting next to Nick, their knees almost touching. “Thanks for...for everything.”
Greg smiled. Not his usual smirk, but a genuine smile. “I’m glad to be here for you,” he said softly.
Nick was hit with that urge again.
What’ve I got to lose? he thought. He leaned over and softly pressed his lips against Greg’s. Greg kissed him back, slowly opening his mouth to Nick. They kissed passionately, sensually.
Greg was the first to pull away. He ran a hand down the front of Nick’s shirt, the touch of his fingertips light. “You know,” he spoke softly, “my parents will be gone for a while.”
Nick arched an eyebrow and kissed the cheerleader again, pushing him back until he was lying on top of him. He was finally going to get what he wanted.
A/N: Sorry to end it like that! Actually, I’m not. *evil grin* I bet you can all guess what the next chapter will be! :D This ended up being longer than I expected, lol. And hehe...I plagiarized one of my own lines! But I guess that’s no longer plagiarism, huh?
Overall summary: This chronicles Nick and Greg through their senior year of high school in southern California. Love, hate, and all-around high school drama! AU.
Title: Senior Year
Chapter: 2/?
Rating: NC-17 over-all, but this is PG-13
Chapter 2 Summary: More phone calls, a football game, under-age drinking, and...well, you’ll see.
X-posted!
Chapter 1: The New and the Old (PG-13)
Senior Year 2/?
After-Party
It only took one day – and one person – to resolve any of Nick’s fears of entering a new high school. He wasn’t expecting to find anyone like Greg, at least not on the first day. Nick spent the rest of the week talking to Greg as much as possible, which wasn’t exactly difficult, because Greg loved to hear himself talk. Nick didn’t mind a bit.
Greg, on the other hand, worked just as hard to get Nick to open up. Nick tended to stay quiet when meeting new people, surveying them and getting to know them through how they acted around others, and suddenly jumping into the conversation when he found an opening. With Greg around, he was thrust into the spotlight. Greg seemed to really enjoy showing Nick around. Or maybe he’s showing me off... Nick had thought, but he shook the idea out of his head. Gay Greg was only in his imagination.
By the middle of the second week, Nick felt like he’d met everyone in school. He and Greg were standing in the lunch line, Greg talking animatedly to a pretty brunette. Greg stopped his conversation, whispering a few words of advice into Nick’s ear. (Nick, who was falling harder for Greg each day, had to suppress a shiver at the feeling of Greg’s breath on his skin.) “Don’t get the meat loaf.”
“Why?”
“It’s not meat. Trust me.”
“What about that sandwich-type-thing?” He pointed to what looked like a meat patty doused in mysterious sauce and stuck between two soggy pieces of bread.
“You don’t even know how to describe it, so are you sure you want to eat it?”
“Good point.” Nick pondered the a la carte line in front of him. “What about pizza?”
“Good idea. I’ll have some too.”
Nick reached for two slices, offered a third to Greg’s friend – her name was Gina - but she declined with a pretty smile. They paid for their food and headed back to the row of tables parallel to the courtyard windows. “She thinks you’re hot,” Greg whispered as they sat down.
“Really?”
“Yeah. Go for it, man. She’s fun, hot, single.”
Nick glanced down the table where Gina was sitting. He saw her laugh as she took a drink from a water bottle. “I dunno, Greg. It’s a little too soon.”
Greg took a bite of his cheese pizza. “Bad break-up before you left Texas?”
“Yeah, pretty much. Well, bad on hi-” Nick caught himself before he finished the word. He pretended to choke on his pizza and took a quick swig of his soda. Greg didn’t notice his little slip-up. “Bad on their part,” he continued.
“Got it,” Greg shrugged. He changed the subject. “Are you coming to the game on Friday?” The spiky-haired boy looked hopeful.
“I don’t know what I’m doing Friday night.”
Greg pressed further. “I’ll be there.”
Is that a date? “On second thought, I think I can come.” Nick ignored all double meanings of the word ‘come’.
Greg grinned. It was a flirty, amused grin. “Seven o’clock, five dollars to get in. I hope this is our year. The last, like, six have been crappy seasons for Oakenshaw High.”
“That’s one thing I don’t miss about Texas. We sucked at football.” Football. Adam. Ew, Nick thought.
Greg chuckled. “How about we meet in the bleachers on Friday? I’ve got to get there a little early, though, so I’ll find you.”
“Sounds good to me,” Nick replied. The bell rang, signalling the end of lunch. They waved good-bye, parting ways, Greg heading off to Latin and Nick to Spanish. Nick was a happy boy the rest of the day. He couldn’t wait for Friday.
~
“What’s gotten into you, Nicky?” Angela laughed over the phone. Her Southern accent was thick, but not annoying. She had a musical, pretty voice that matched the rest of her.
“Let’s just say I’ve adjusted to California!” Nick was lying on his back on his bed, shoes kicked off, windows thrown open wide.
“Did you meet someone or something?”
“...”
“Oh my God. You did. Details, now.”
“I met this guy named Greg. He’s so hot. And cute. And everything,” Nick smiled just thinking about Greg. He felt like a lovesick preteen girl and that was just fine with him.
“Is he...like you?”
“I don’t know yet,” he sighed. He really didn’t know the answer. “Looks like I’ll have to find out soon.”
“And even if he isn’t, you’d have no problem getting him to switch sides,” she laughed.
“Hey, that would be pretty fun...”
“Nick Stokes!” she gasped, pretending to be offended.
“You love it.”
“I do.” There was a pause, but when she spoke again the lighthearted tone had disappeared from her voice. “You don’t happen to know what happened to Adam, do you? He’s been moping and sulking for the past, like, two weeks.”
“I’m not surprised. We talked. Actually, we fought.”
“What’d you say?”
“I just told him to get over me because I’m out here, he’s out there and it was time for us to break up. The whole long-distance relationship wouldn’t work out.”
“And you wanted no strings attached so you could pursue fresh...meat...right?” She giggled and smacked her gum.
“He didn’t want to hear it, but it’s true. He’ll get over it, eventually.” Nick rolled his eyes. Adam would be depressed for weeks. Nick didn’t care.
“I just hate seeing him like this. Hm. But it’s for the best, I suppose.”
Nick absentmindedly picked at a thread hanging off his shirt. “Yeah, for the best.” He looked at his clock radio. “Ange, I got to go. Even out here teachers give homework.”
“Thanks for reminding me. I’ve got an essay due that I’ve been putting off. Good luck with that Greg guy!”
“Thanks, babe. Love ya, miss ya, bye!” He heard the click on the other line and closed his cell, putting it back in its spot on the bedside table. Nick really did have homework but starting it didn’t sound too appealing.
He pulled out paper to start some algebra problems. However, his pencil seemed to have a mind of its own, scribbling the words “I love Greg” on the lined paper. Nick grinned and copied the line, then copied it again. Nothing could destroy his mood.
~
Nick wasn’t spending an hour in front of the mirror trying to decide what to wear. Really, he wasn’t.
Okay, he was.
Behind him had grown a pile of discarding clothes, and it was getting larger by the minute – three pairs of jeans, a set of nylon track pants, two different pairs of shorts, and an uncountable number of shirts. It looked like Nick’s entire wardrobe was lying in a heap on his bed.
It didn’t help that he wanted his boxers to match.
Changing his mind and deciding that he didn’t care, Nick shucked off the boxers he was wearing and reached into his drawer and pulled on navy boxer-briefs. He turned and admired himself in the mirror. He liked the way the underwear accentuated his package. Nick slowly ran a hand down his chest, past his stomach. At the first touch of his hand on his fabric-covered cock, his thoughts jumped to Greg and he immediately pulled his hand away. He didn’t have time for that.
Nick shook all the dirty fantasies out of his mind. Hiding in the back of his closet, he found a charcoal-covered tee. He slid it on and found that it fit quite snugly. A pair of cargo shorts and one more look in the mirror later, Nick was ready to go.
He was late to the game by ten minutes (walking distance from his house to school was farther than he expected). He paid the five dollar entry fee, walked around the back, and climbed into the stands. Nick stood on the walkway at the bottom, the cheerleaders chanting to his left and the fans screaming to his right. He scanned the sea of faces but couldn’t find Greg. Huh, Nick thought. I wonder where he is.
Nick was still searching when something happened in the game and everyone rose to their feet in excitement, cheering. That’s when Nick saw Greg.
He knew his mouth was hanging open. Greg hadn’t told him that he was a cheerleader!
Greg was Oakenshaw High’s only male cheerleader. He stood in the back row, towards the left, chanting and clapping with the rest of the varsity squad. Nick found something hypnotic in the way Greg moved. He was lost in the sight. He couldn’t help from staring - cheerleading Greg was one of the hottest things Nick had ever seen.
In the middle of the squad’s yelling “Let’s go, defense! Let’s go!” Greg caught Nick’s eye and waved before returning both hands to the megaphone. Nick, having been shaken out of his stupor, quickly returned the gesture.
He managed to tear his eyes away from Greg, just to downplay how obvious he was crushing on him. Oakenshaw and the other school (whose name Nick couldn’t recall) were tied, with each school only having scored one touchdown. Despite the fact that Nick used to love and play football, he was getting bored.
Looking back down to the row of cheerleaders, Nick saw a group of about five or six – including Greg – step aside and do a move. Angela, who cheered in Texas, had told him the name of the stunt once but it had slipped his mind. As one, they all jumped into the air and stretched their legs out, touching their toes and sticking the landing, then pointing and smiling. Nick clapped loudly and grinned. Yeah, cheerleading Greg was a hot Greg.
It was halftime before he knew it. The cheerleaders went on their break as the marching band took the field. Instead of joining the girls heading for the snack bar, Greg scrambled into the stands and plopped down next to Nick. His hair was sweaty and a little messy, but his omnipresent grin was plastered to his face. “Hey, Nick! Glad to see you came. Wanna go get some food?” Without waiting for an answer, Greg stood.
Nick joined him and they followed the metal ramp down under the stands. “You know,” Nick started, “you didn’t tell me you were a cheerleader.”
Greg laughed. “All four years, baby.”
“Wow. We don’t have any back in Texas.”
“Really? That sucks. It’s lots of fun.”
“What got you into it?” Nick asked as he almost walked into a tree because he was totally focused on Greg.
“Oh, friends. And my parents were pressuring me to do some kind of sport so I could get into college. They weren’t expecting that I’d do this.” He laughed again and stretched his arms. “They’re fine with it, though. And so am I.”
“Somehow, it suits you,” Nick teased. By this time, they had joined the long line snaking from the concession stand.
Greg stood on his tip-toes, trying to see over the crowd. Spotting some of his friends, he grabbed Nick by the arm and pulled him farther up the line. “Hi Greg!” Summer exclaimed. She turned to Nick and smiled. “Hi, Nick.” That’s when Nick realized that almost every girl he had met over the past two weeks was on the varsity squad.
Nick waved “Hi” as Greg took Summer’s hand and kissed it. She rolled her eyes, giggling. The line moved more and more until the group was ready to order. Nick bought a soda, while Greg greedily gobbled down some nachos. Since they still had time before Greg had to cheer again, they sat underneath the stands and shared their food.
“You doing anything later?” Greg asked as he swiped a drink of Nick’s soda.
Nick raised his eyebrows at the question. “Not yet.”
“Good. There’s a party tonight and you’re coming.”
“Whose?”
“Jack Berti. Seventeen,” Greg replied, referring to the football player’s number.
“How’m I gonna get there?”
“I’m taking you, dork!” Greg said as he lightly punched Nick in the arm. “I’ll have to stop by my house and change before we go, though.”
Nick was hit with a sudden urge to kiss him. He was about to just lean in and do it, too, when Summer and a brunette cheerleader – Katie? - appeared behind Greg.
“Sorry we have to break you two up,” Summer joked, “but halftime’s over, Greg!”
Nick was glad it was dark under the stands because he knew he was blushing like mad. Reluctantly, Greg stood and stretched, saying “Meet me on the track after the game,” and waving goodbye as he followed the girls. Nick returned to his seat in the stands.
He couldn’t focus on anything but Greg cheering, and the rest of the game flew by. Sadly, Oakenshaw never regained a point after that first touchdown. As soon as it ended he hurried down to the track where Greg was lifting his box and bag.
“Here, I’ll get the bag,” Nick offered, eager to help.
Greg slipped his bag over Nick’s shoulder, and he shivered at Greg’s innocent touch. “Thanks, Nicky,” Greg said. Nick swallowed. No one else called him “Nicky” except for Angela and...Adam. He liked it when Greg used it. “My car’s this way.”
They walked to the parking lot, where they loaded the box and baggage into the trunk. “How’d you get here?” Greg asked.
“Eh, I walked. I don’t live that far away.”
“That’s cool,” Greg said as they stepped into his car. “Now we won’t have to come back and get it!”
He turned the radio on as they drove. It turned out that Greg didn’t live far from school, either. They pulled into the driveway of a nice-looking two-story home. “Nice-looking place,” Nick commented as they got out.
“Yeah, it’s a great little house,” Greg replied. They took Greg’s stuff out and Greg unlocked the front door with a key. “Let’s try and avoid my parents! They’re embarassing.”
As they passed the living room, a woman’s voice called out, “Greg! How was the game?”
Greg winced. Nick saw a short, plump blonde woman sitting on a leather couch. The man he assumed to be her husband was perched on a wooden chair, reading the newspaper. Both looked a lot like their son.
“Uh, it was fine, Mom! We lost.” Greg tried to keep walking but he was stopped by her voice again.
“Who’s your friend?” Nick noticed that the Sanders were eyeing him oddly, as if they were surveying them. Instead of responding, he offered a polite smile.
“Mom and Dad, Nick. Nick, Mom and Dad.” Greg turned and grabbed Nick’s arm, pulling him down the hallway and towards the stairs. “C’mon,” he hissed. “They probably think you’re my new boyfriend.”
“Wait, what?” Nick gasped, shocked. He stopped midway up the stairs. “You’re-”
“Bi. That doesn’t creep you out or anything, does it?”
Oh, now Nick was ecstatic. “No! No, not at all!” That’s probably the best thing you could have said!
“Good,” Greg grinned. “It’s not like I try to hide it.”
Nick nodded. Greg had a point. He chuckled and followed the cheerleader into his room.
“Make yourself at home!” Greg said. “I’ve gotta shower. Remote’s on the bed if you want some TV.” Nick watched Greg pick a fresh pair of boxers from his dresser and disappear into the bathroom.
He took the opportunity to look around Greg’s room. The bed was queen-sized and pushed against one corner. A shelf above it held various cheerleading trophies, among other random oddities. There was a desk and computer under the window, with a TV and DVD player sitting on top of the dresser. The room was painted light blue, but many posters of celebrities, movies, TV shows, bands, and anything else were competing to take up as much as space as possible. Nick noted surfing paraphernalia and a bookcase that contained several books on science and crime. Yeah, Greg had an interesting room.
He could hear the sounds of the shower, so he turned on the TV and flipped through the channels until he found MTV. Nick sat back on Greg’s bed as a Ciara video played on the screen. He didn’t hear Greg come in.
Greg’s hair was spiked again and he was standing in *just* a pair of thin boxers. Nick could see little droplets of water still glistening on his skin. Nick’s mouth ran dry as he slowly let his eyes travel down the cheerleader’s body.
Greg seemed not to notice Nick’s staring. Hell, he was almost drooling. Greg found a pair or jeans and slipped them on, then headed to his closet. He stood in front of the vast expanse of shirts for a long time before grabbing two. “Hey, Nick,” he said, holding up a red polo and a navy one. “Which one?”
As much as he wanted Greg to stay shirtless, he thought for a moment. “The blue one.”
“Good choice.” He slipped the tight fabric on. Greg paused again, this time staring at Nick. “Take this off,” he said as he tugged on Nick’s tee.
“Why?” Nick asked, even as he pulled it off.
“I’ve got something better for you to wear. Try maroon. And you can just leave your other shirt there.” The cheerleader held out a dark red polo. Nick managed to pull it over his body. He had to admit, it did look better. “It might be a little tight, but hey, chicks like that,” Greg winked, slipped on flip flops, and fastened puka shells around his neck.
“God, you’re hot,” Nick whispered.
“What was that?”
“Oh, uh, nothing. Um, let’s go.” Greg shrugged and grabbed his keys, then they were on their way.
~
Nick heard the party before he saw it. “This has got to be illegal,” he grinned. “I haven’t been to one of these in months.”
“I figured you were due for a party,” Greg said as he parked.
Inside, Greg grabbed a beer and tossed one to Nick. “You sure you should be drinking that? You’re driving,” Nick asked over the pounding music.
“It’s fine!” Greg laughed as he took a swig. “Besides, I doubt I’ll even finish this one.”
Nick toasted Greg before taking a drink of his own bottle. They wound their way through the crowd, past groups dancing or making out or both. They quickly found a group of Greg’s fellow cheerleaders and soon they were all dancing. Nick was distracted by the way Greg moved his hips as he got into the music. Even as he grinded to the beat of a 50 Cent song against a girl he didn’t know, he couldn’t take his eyes off Greg. Nick grabbed a second beer and drank too much too fast. The image of Greg laughing while dancing with Summer was the last thing Nick remembered.
~
“Finally! You’re awake!” came a familiar voice.
Nick opened his eyes through the misty haze of a throbbing headache. Greg was leaning over him waving his hand in front of Nick’s face. The light streaming in through the window told him it was morning.
“Where...wha...?” Nick asked groggily as he tried to get up.
“You passed out at the party last night. And now you’re in my room.”
“What’d I do?” His headache was beginning to fade away.
“Well, you made out with half the chicks at the party. Some of them at the same time.”
I made out with girls? Nick thought, confused.
“And, you started doing a strip tease.”
“What?!”
“‘Hot in Herre’ came on, and you were so smashed that you got a little to into it. Luckily you passed out before you could unzip your shorts all the way.” Greg laughed at remembering last night’s events.
“Then how’d I get here?”
“I dragged you out of there, man! Well, first I got your clothes, then I got you out of there and drove you home. I mean, here.” Greg was perched on the edge of the bed, watching him. He had already showered and changed his clothes.
“You mind if I use your shower?” Nick asked, finally able to sit all the way up.
“Only if you’re up to it. You can borrow some of my clothes. Boxers in the top drawer.”
Nick stood up and steadied himself with his hands as he got used to the feeling. He was too hung over to get horny off the thought of wearing Greg’s clothes, so he stumbled into the bathroom and got the shower ready. The cheerleader watched him worriedly, as if he was expecting Nick to fall and knock himself out at any moment.
The shower helped Nick’s hangover fade more. He felt more awake as the hot water streamed across his skin. Looking at the shelf full of Greg’s hair-care products, he decided not to use any because he didn’t know what half of them did. He dried off and dressed in the bathroom.
Walking back into Greg’s bedroom, where Greg was sitting at his computer, he picked up the charcoal tea that had been discarded last night. “I probably have to go,” Nick said. “My parents’ll kill me.”
“No! Stay!” Greg exclaimed. “I mean, let’s hang out for a while. I already took care of the parent thing.”
Nick dropped his shirt. “You did what?!”
The cheerleader grinned bashfully. “I found your home number in your phone and left a message saying you spent the night at a friend’s house. They haven’t called back, by the way.”
Nick chuckled. He threw his shirt at Greg’s face. “Thank you so much, man,” he said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Greg moved so he was sitting next to Nick, their knees almost touching. “Thanks for...for everything.”
Greg smiled. Not his usual smirk, but a genuine smile. “I’m glad to be here for you,” he said softly.
Nick was hit with that urge again.
What’ve I got to lose? he thought. He leaned over and softly pressed his lips against Greg’s. Greg kissed him back, slowly opening his mouth to Nick. They kissed passionately, sensually.
Greg was the first to pull away. He ran a hand down the front of Nick’s shirt, the touch of his fingertips light. “You know,” he spoke softly, “my parents will be gone for a while.”
Nick arched an eyebrow and kissed the cheerleader again, pushing him back until he was lying on top of him. He was finally going to get what he wanted.
A/N: Sorry to end it like that! Actually, I’m not. *evil grin* I bet you can all guess what the next chapter will be! :D This ended up being longer than I expected, lol. And hehe...I plagiarized one of my own lines! But I guess that’s no longer plagiarism, huh?
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Date: 2005-06-09 03:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-09 03:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-09 04:04 am (UTC)Anyway, I really enjoyed this. If/When I finish what I'm working on and post it, you're totally going to think I stole some stuff from you (Nick helping Greg decide which shirt to wear) but I promise you I wrote it before I read this! Also, I have a random guy in my story named Adam, I think. Ahh well.
And as soon as Greg said he had to get there a few minutes early, I knew you were going to bring him in as a cheerleader. Well, I a cheerleader or the mascot, but I was leaning more heavily towards cheerleader.
I'm done rambling. Good stuff!
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Date: 2005-06-09 08:09 pm (UTC)And I can't wait to read what you're working on. I would never think of it as stealing stuff from me, I'd consider it being "great minds think alike!"
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Date: 2005-06-09 04:04 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-06-09 04:21 am (UTC)Oh yes, and the striptease. ::fans self:: I feel like a dirty old woman lusting after them in this fic though!
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Date: 2005-06-09 04:59 am (UTC)And I loved how you made the progression of events towards the kiss itself, and how awkward you made Nick to be on many parts, but it seemed to be (and probably is) natural for one at that age. Yay, loving you for this; especially since you self-plagarised your idea and a line or two.
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Date: 2005-06-09 06:39 am (UTC)I totally see Greg being a cheerleader, even in RL so to speak. I'd leave better feedback but it's late and I've been working.
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Date: 2005-06-09 08:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-09 12:26 pm (UTC)So, you damn well get to work cause I want part three like yesterday day, and you so know I would say this.
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Date: 2005-06-09 02:28 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-06-09 05:44 pm (UTC)I can see you made Greg a cheerleader. *rolls eyes* What are you like?!!? lol
Love ya Jeff.
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Date: 2005-06-09 08:12 pm (UTC)