Title: Cheer me up
Author: gothikmaus
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG-13 + NC-17
Category: smut, mini series
Summary: Greg discovers Nick's cheerleader kink.
CSI: Crime Scene Investigation and all related characters are property of CBS. I own nothing. No copyright infringement intended.
Part 1: It's not a kink (PG-13)
"I heard you got a little distracted at the lingerie show earlier."
Nick frowned. He had hoped Ray would be more discreet than that.
"Who told you that?"
"I can't reveal my sources," Greg replied with an enigmatic smile. "How come you never told me about your cheerleader kink?"
Nick crossed his arms over his chest defensively.
"It's not a kink."
Greg gave him a pointed look.
"I just... They're... You know..."
Greg slowly circled him, lightly running his fingers along Nick's shoulders.
"I bet you got all hot and bothered, didn't you? A pretty girl wearing a skimpy cheerleader outfit, all that smooth, tanned skin on display, but you couldn't do anything about it." He leaned in and whispered directly in Nick's ear. "Did you get hard? Did you lock yourself into the nearest restroom and jerk off thinking about her shaking her pompoms and swaying her hips?"
Greg's voice was low and sulky, and he ran his index finger down Nick's chest, enjoying the way his boyfriend's breathing grew faster as he talked.
"Do you want me to dress up as a cheerleader for you? I'd do it, you know," he added, biting his bottom lip as his finger stopped just above Nick's belt buckle.
Nick's brain immediately conjured images of Greg wearing a tight crop top and a short, short pleated skirt. Greg would sit on Nick's lap, straddling his hips, and Nick would run his hands along Greg's thighs and sneak them under the skirt as they kissed. Just the thought was enough to make his heart race; Nick didn't know how he would react if Greg really wore something like that.
"Don't make promises you can't keep," he growled, and pulled Greg to him for a hungry kiss.
Part 2: The Surprise (NC-17)
Nick was in a foul mood. He hated paperwork, but Catherine had been very clear: he had to submit all his pending reports by the end of the day. Period. By the time he was done, the mere sight of a form was enough to make his skin crawl.
He was still cranky when he got home, something Greg didn't fail to notice.
"Oh-ho, someone's in a bad mood."
Nick glared at him, but Greg wasn't intimidated. He walked up to him and gave him a big, smacking kiss on the cheek.
"Why don't you go take a shower, Mr. Grumpy Pants? I have a little surprise that might cheer you up."
Nick's only reply was a low, noncommittal sound, but he had to admit a shower sounded like a wonderful idea. As he stood under the warm water spray, he could feel the tension in his shoulders slowly dissipate, all work-related thoughts leaving his brain. He thought back to Greg's words. He really hoped his surprise involved sex, that would definitely improve his mood. With that in mind, he turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, drying himself off and wrapping a towel around his waist before walking to the bedroom.
As he reached the doorway, he stopped dead in his tracks.
"Surprise!" Greg chirped, shaking the white and red pompoms he was holding.
Nick just stared. Greg was kneeling on the bed, wearing an honest-to-goodness cheerleader uniform, the top so short it left his midriff bare, and the skirt... God, the skirt...
He didn't know how long he stood there gawking, but long enough for Greg's smile to faltered.
"Forget it, this was a stupid idea," he muttered, lowering his hands and looking away.
"No!" Nick exclaimed just as Greg was about to get off the bed. He was at his side in an instant. "I just… I wasn't expecting it."
He propped one knee on the bed and leaned forward, eyes roaming Greg's body. He ran a hand up Greg's thigh and slipped it under the skirt. When he reached Greg's hip, he stopped.
"No underwear?"
"I wanted to get lacy panties too, but thought it might be too much."
"Fuck," Nick groaned, and pressed his forehead against Greg's shoulder. "Are you trying to kill me?"
"So, you like my little surprise?" Greg asked, sounding unsure.
"Oh, yeah," Nick replied, lifting his head and looking Greg straight in the eye. "Very much."
He leaned in and kissed him hard, shivering as Greg wrapped his arms around his shoulders, the pompoms tickling his skin. He placed both hands on Greg's waist, pushing him backwards until he was lying down beneath him. He then proceeded to slide down Greg's body, stopping to place a kiss on the exposed skin of his stomach before continuing downward.
He lifted the skirt and wrapped a hand around Greg's dick, stroking slowly.
"Nick..."
Nick licked his lips and took him into his mouth, enjoying the way Greg whimpered.
"I... I thought... Isn't the cheerleader supposed to blow the jock? Not the other way around."
Nick looked up, raising his head just enough to answer.
"I'm feeling generous," he muttered, voice low and rough.
He ran his thumb slowly up and down the shaft as he teased the tip with his tongue, smiling as Greg squirmed. He closed his lips around him again and slid all the way down.
Greg let out a strangled moan and arched his back off the bed, letting go of the pompoms and grabbing Nick's shoulders with both hands. Nick bobbed his head up and down slowly, one hand wrapped around the base of Greg's cock and the other pressed firmly on his hip, keeping him from thrusting up into his mouth.
When he felt Greg begin to shake, he lifted his head and sat up.
"Why did you stop?" Greg whined, reaching out and trying to pull him back.
"Don't worry," Nick replied as he crawled up the bed. "I'm not done with you. Not even close," he added directly in Greg's ear, smiling as he felt a shudder ripple through his boyfriend's body.
He reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a tube of lubricant.
"Turn around."
Greg got onto his hands and knees, and Nick admired the view. The cheerleader uniform looked spectacular on him, even better than Nick had imagined the first time Greg had mentioned it. He ran his fingers lightly up the back of Greg's thighs and lifted the skirt when he reached his hips. He leaned down and traced the same path with his lips, trailing feather-light kisses on Greg's skin as he made his way upward. When he reached his ass, he bit down on one cheek, chuckling as Greg let out a surprised yelp.
"Glad to see your bad mood has gone. Now would you please just fuck me?"
"Mmh, so impatient," Nick murmured, uncapping the tube of lube and squeezing a dollop of gel onto his fingers.
Greg gasped at the first contact, but quickly relaxed as Nick's fingers started circling around him and slowly slipped inside. Only one finger at first, gently moving in and out, while his other hand caressed his thigh. Greg wanted more and pushed back, silently urging him to hurry up. But Nick was in no rush and fully intended to take his time. He added a second finger, and Greg groaned.
"Come on, man, just get on with it. You know I can take it."
"Yeah, I know," Nick replied, but went on fingering him at the same lazy pace.
By the time he finally removed his fingers and unwrapped the towel from around his waist, Greg was a shaking, whimpering mess.
"Fuck, you're so hot, babe," Nick rasped out as he pressed the head of his cock against Greg's entrance and slowly thrust forward.
He grabbed Greg's hips with both hands and started a slow, steady rhythm, ignoring Greg's pleads to go harder, faster. When he saw Greg reaching down and stroking his cock, he swatted his hand away.
"Not yet."
Greg whimpered and clutched the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white.
"You're evil," he panted out. He leaned down until he was pressing the side of his face against the pillow. "So evil."
Nick smiled and slid his hands toward Greg's waist. As his fingers tangled in the folds of the bunched up skirt, he felt his composure slip, the movements of his hips speeding up. Feeling that, Greg pushed back more firmly against him and used his inner muscles to squeeze.
Nick gasped, fingers tightening against Greg's waist.
"Nicky, please," Greg begged, and Nick knew he wouldn't last much longer. He reached around, took Greg's right hand in his and guided it to his cock.
"Come for me, baby. I wanna feel you come around me."
Greg let out a trembling breath and wrapped his fingers around himself, stroking hard and fast. In less than a minute he was coming all over the duvet, while Nick was still pounding into him. As Greg let go of his softening dick, Nick pulled out and gave his cock a few final strokes, his come landing on Greg's exposed ass as his orgasm finally hit.
He sat back on his haunches, panting, and ran his fingers through the mess he had left on Greg, rubbing his own semen onto the warm skin under his digits and slipping one fingertip back inside, toying with him briefly before pulling back and cleaning them both with his discarded towel. He then lay down on his side and pulled Greg towards him, spooning him.
"Man, you really like cheerleaders," Greg commented after a while.
"I didn't hear you complain."
"Not complaining, just stating a fact." He wiggled back against Nick's chest. "Can I take it off now?"
Nick tightened his arms around him and pressed his face against the back of Greg's neck.
"Mmh. In a little bit."
Greg smiled. The cheerleader uniform had really been an excellent purchase, one he had a feeling they would be using a lot. Maybe next time he could give Nick a little lap dance: he was sure his reaction would be priceless.
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October 2022