Lesson #1: Of Necklines and Lovebites

PG

Post 'Eleven Angry Jurors'

Summary: Nick just has no sense of style. Spurred from my distaste for Mr. Stokes' turtleneck collection.

"No."

"Yes."

"No, Nicky."

"Yes, Greg. I have to." Nick sighed and walked to his side of the closet, coming back with a loose, olive green turtleneck, holding it up to his chest while studying himself in the mirror.

Greg pouted at Nick's reflection. "But it's so… ugly."

"Well, lucky for you then. You won't be wearing it." Nick grinned. "Besides, my mother sent me this shirt for Christmas. I have to wear it at least once."

"And I love your mom, sweetie, I do. But that thing?" he pointed to the shirt in Nick's grip. "Not so much."

The older male made an 'oh, come on' look with his eyes and put a hand on his hip, searching the mirror's reflection. "It's not that bad, Greg."

"You're kidding me, right?" The younger man quipped an eyebrow, getting up from the bed and crossing the room to stand behind his boyfriend. "It's makes you look like an avocado with arms."

Nick rolled his eyes, slightly amused. He'd never been compared to a fruit before.

"And it's a turtleneck! Who wears a turtleneck sweater in Vegas? Talk about asking for heat stroke…" Greg continued, gesticulating wildly as he rambled.

But seriously, it was a horrid, sorry excuse for a shirt; with a high turn-down collar that completely concealed Nick's beautiful, strong neck and… what the hell kind of material was that anyway

Not to mention, it's shapelessness did absolutely nothing for Nick's immaculate figure.

Greg bounced his way to the closet, returning moments later with a nice, crisp, crimson colored button-up with smart, silver pinstripes. "Here, this one's much more you and it'll go better with your pants."

Nick didn't even turn around to acknowledge what his boyfriend was trying to hand him. "I'm starting to think you only love me for my body." the dark haired man mumbled, mock hurt making the lines around his lips turn downward.

Now it was Greg's turn to roll his eyes; giving up on trying to thrust the garment into Nick's hand.

"You know, I'm hoping this will teach you a lesson." the Texan smirked, slipping the dreadful green sweater over his head, flattening it down as much as he could over his rippling stomach.

"Yeah, no more hickies for Nicky." Greg sulked.

Nick laughed and pulled Greg to him, setting a sweet kiss to the younger man's pouting lips. "Well, at least not where everyone else can see them, baby."

And the mischievous glint in Greg's eyes did not go unnoticed.

A/N: Thanks for reading! As always, con-crit, comments, questions and all that are completely welcome. :o)

Lexi