Title: Cheez Whiz
By: boho-beata
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Nick hates cheese, Greg loves Cheez Whiz.

"I hate cheese..." Nick said, making the most disgusted face possible, "It's so.. ugh."

"This isn't cheese, Nick," Greg sighed, shaking his head. "It's Cheez Whiz! Fake cheese... in spray form!" He explained, holding a bottle of the product in both hands.

Nick managed to look even more disgusted, his eye was even starting to twitch. "That sounds... gr--"

"Great! I knew you'd see it my way," Greg grinned and dumped the two spray-cans into the grocery cart before running off to the ice cream aisle. Nick groaned and followed.

Later that day, Nick was in bed, waiting for Greg--who was taking way too much time in the bathroom. A minute later, Greg walked in, clad only in his boxer-shorts and a bottle of Cheez Whiz in his hand.

"No, no, no, Greg, get that away from me," Nick stated firmly, backing away into a corner of the bed.

Greg smirked and crawled onto the bed, "But if I put enough of this in your hair, you can look like a wanna-be Elvis, and I've always wanted to get laid by the King of Rock n' Roll."

"I'm a little bit disturbed by that, G," Nick stated, raising his eyebrows in disbelief, "But I'm gunna forget about that for now, just like you're gunna forget about that damn--GREG!" Nick was covered in the fake cheese spray now and Greg was laughing.

"Oops, I guess I accidentally pressed the nozzle," Greg chuckled and sprayed it some more.

Nick tackled him onto the bed and Cheez Whiz enduced love-making began.

The next morning, Nick woke up and groaned, he was covered in Cheez Whiz, so was the bed and Greg. It smelled so bad and felt so nasty, Nick covered his head with a pillow, trying to get away from it. The pillow was covered in the substance as well.

To this day, Nick refuses to go anywhere near Cheez Whiz... or Elvis impersonators, thanks to Greg.