Title: Go Jackals: Present
By: 10th-letter
Rating: NC-17!!!
Warnings: SEX! Sex! sex!
Summary: Set after the events of Go Jackals, Nick and Greg share a moment.
Spoilers: Completely inspired by Nick's "confession" in 10x16 "Panty Sniffer"
A/N: Ignoring the sequel I did attempt for Go Jackels!, I'm thinking of doing a spinoff set in the NY Police Academy with the CSI NY cast. Also post Go Jackals. Thoughts?

“I can’t believe we did it!” exclaimed Greg Sanders, falling backwards onto his new bed.

“I can’t believe we waited this long.” responded Greg’s boyfriend, Nick Stokes, also falling backwards onto the bed.

“Well, we waited just as long as everyone else,” said Greg, turning onto his side to better see his boyfriend.

“OK, now you lost me. We are still talking about our college graduation, right?” asked Nick, turning onto his side.

“Well, that,” said Greg, “and this!” he continued, gesturing to the small, one-bedroom apartment they were currently living in.

“We’re actually living together,” said Nick, sitting up and burying his head in his hands.

After a beat, Greg sat up and rubbed the small of his boyfriend’s back, “Was that a statement, a question or an exclamation?” asked Greg.

Nick sighed, “All of the above.”

“I know it’s a big step, but I think we’re ready. I love you, Nick.”

Nick smiled and kissed Greg lightly on the lips, “I love you too, G.”

Greg jumped up, an idea forming in his head,” I have a surprise for you Nicky! Consider it a housewarming/ graduation present,” he said, turning to head into the still mostly unpacked closet.

“You know I hate that nickname. Only my Nana Margie calls me that. And she’s 97.”

“Gotcha! Nicky equals moodkiller,” called Greg from the closet, he was searching through the boxes of clothing, hoping he hadn’t left it in his dorm.

“Ah ha! Found it!” shouted Greg.

Nick gulped nervously, “Found what?”

After a minute of rustling, Greg came out of the closet dressed in his old cheerleader uniform. Smirking, he pulled a pair of black and gold pop-poms from behind his back, “Would you believe they sell these at the dollar store?”

Nick didn’t answer. His jaw had slackened and his eyes had glazed over. Eventually, Greg cleared his throat.

“Sorry, “said Nick, blushing, “cheerleaders are my weakness.”

“So I see.”

“So, are we going to…?”

“So, um, like, Nick?” asked Greg, already in character, “I was watching you on the field today. You were amazing,” he said, coyly batting his eyelashes.

Nick caught on quick, “Thanks, Babydoll. Those backflips you did during the halftime show were incredible,” said Nick, standing up and walking over to Greg, “all I could think about during the game was doing this,” Nick had finally reached Greg. He tossed the pom-poms to the side, and snaked his arms around his boyfriend.

Nick’s tongue battled Greg’s as the football player’s hands slid beneath the thin fabric of Greg’s uniform pants. Nick squeezed Greg’s surprisingly bare ass.

“You’re not wearing any underwear,” breathed Nick.

Greg grinned, “I never wear underwear during a game. I find it so,” he slid his fingers behind the waistband of his pants, “constricting,” he finished, pulling down the waistband of his pants just far enough to reveal the first few inches of his hardening cock.

Nick bit his lower lip, the anticipation killing him. Nick grabbed his boyfriend by the shoulders and tossed him onto the bed.

Greg gasped in fake shock and Nick pounced on him.

“You knew exactly what you were doing on the sidelines, with all those ‘accidental’ spills on your shirt,” growled Nick, biting along Greg’s collarbone.

“I was never the smart one, just the pretty one,” replied Greg, his hands sliding up to Nick’s jeans. He unbuttoned them slowly, Nick’s erection desperate for air.

“My, aren’t we a big boy!” said Greg, his eyes locked on Nick’s erection as it broke past the small button on his boxers.

Nick smirked as he yanked Greg’s pants down past his ankles, Greg’s erection springing up in response.

“Even better than I imagined,” said Nick, his voice guttural. He pulled Greg up to a sitting position and slipped off the uniform top off Greg in one fluid movement, “It just get’s better and better,” Nick complimented, eyeing Greg’s thin frame hungrily.

“Well, look at me, all naked and you still covered. We’ll just have to fix that, won’t we?” said Greg. Without waiting for a response, he tore Nick’s button-down shirt off, the buttons clattering to the floor.

“’Even better than I imagined’,” repeated Greg, eyeing Nick’s well built torso, “Now slide off those boxers. I need to see if that ass lives up to my expectations.”

Nick winked and got on his knees, sliding off his boxers and he rotated around to show Greg his ass.

“Totally worth it.”

“Enough admiring,” said Nick, turning around and tracing his way down Greg’s body with his lips.

Greg reluctantly rolled away and gently pushed Nick down, “Nope, this is my present to you,” Greg kissed Nick, playing the dominant as his tongue took the lead. Greg licked his way around Nick’s collarbone and continued down to his erect nipples. Greg licked in a slow circular motion, blowing lightly on the moistened skin. He grinned as he heard Nick’s satisfied moans when he lightly bit his boyfriend’s nipple. He continued down, pausing to kiss his way up Nick’s shaft. He took Nick in his mouth, timing his thrusts with Nick’s involuntary movements. As Nick quickened, Greg lightly dragged his teeth along Nick’s shaft, the football player moaning in pleasure. The paces got quicker until Nick moaned in pleasure shooting his load into Greg’s mouth.

Nick, spent, collapsed in bliss. An unspoken message passed between the two as Nick leaned forward and pushed Greg to the bed. After shooting a quick wink to his boyfriend, he took Greg’s hardened cock into his mouth. With his mouth occupied, he snuck his hand to lightly finger Greg’s entrance. As Nick worked his way up and down Greg’s shaft, he timed his oral skills with his fingering. Their pace quickened and Greg climaxed screaming Nick’s name and the top of his lungs.

Completely spent, the two collapsed back in their bed, flushed with passion.

“Best moving present ever, Babe.”