Fic: Frisky (White Collar)
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kelly_girl
Title: Frisky
Pairing: Neal/Peter
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Timeline: Sometime in the future
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being earned
Author Notes: This happened because me and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
oh_mcgee talked about it and I couldn't stop thinking about it.
Summary: Neal wins more than he loses
Frisky
Neal ran full tilt down the alley until he slammed his hands into the wall that blocked his escape. Footsteps clattered behind him and he turned ready to smile and charm his way out of an arrest. He smile faltered when he saw his pursuer. “Peter?”
Peter stopped, his breathing even and his gun steady in his hand. “Did you miss me?”
Neal held his hands up and stepped closer. “It’s not what it looks like. I swear.”
Peter gestured at him to face the wall. “It looks like I caught you. Again.”
Neal braced his hands against the brick wall. He could feel Peter behind him and he waited.
“Any weapons?”
Neal laughed. “You know I don’t have any.”
Hands fell heavily onto his shoulders and a breath of hot air ghosting over his ear told him this time might be different. “I think I should check anyway.”
Neal laughed again and this time it was a carefree, flirty laugh. “You go right ahead, Agent Burke.”
His joy turned to amazement as Peter frisked him slowly, hands lingering warm and intense on his chest before sliding down his stomach to his belt. Neal grunted as one hand rubbed across his crotch while the other hand pulled his shirt out of his pants, fingers dipping and trailing along the small of his back and around to his left hip.
The hands pulled away to land on top of his hands and Neal froze as Peter moved closer and pressed his entire body against Neal’s back. He blinked and waited while Peter did nothing but stand there, his body warm, inviting, and safe.
Neal groaned as Peter moved even closer, his erection nudging against Neal’s pants and god, Neal wanted to turn around and just let this man do what he wanted. Lips moved over the back of his neck until he shifted his legs and spread them a little wider. A rough laugh only made him harder and when hand dipped into his pants and stroked his dick, Neal bit his lip in an effort not to beg.
If he begged, Peter won and would be smug and superior for days. A dirty chuckle and a small nibble on his ear made him shiver.
“Go ahead and tell me how innocent you are. Tell me all about how you were framed.”
The hand kept moving and now Neal was pushing into it before moving back to feel Peter’s hard-on. He panted and tried to keep his mind on the game. “If I admit how guilty I am will you keep on doing this?” A thumb brushed over the head of his cock and he hummed. “Cause I’m guilty, very guilty, and I think I need to be punished, a lot.”
Peter’s laugh was louder and his hand moved faster until Neal felt a ball of heat curl along the base of his spine and he jerked, coming hard and sticky inside Peter’s hand. Promises and other things were whispered as his breathing returned to normal. He sighed in disgust as Peter wiped what he could on Neal’s boxer-briefs and pulled his hand out.
“That’s disgusting.”
Peter moved back and pulled out a wrinkled handkerchief that Neal recognized as one of his. “Yeah, well that was your punishment for wanting to have semi-public sex. Can we go home now?”
Neal rearranged his clothes and tried not to wince at the sticky, damp mess rubbing against his skin. He pointed at Peter’s noticeable bulge. “You want me to take care of that?”
Peter smirked and grabbed Neal’s arm, pulling him towards the mouth of the alley. The sounds of a busy city became louder. “With you, Neal, I’m used to delayed gratification. It can wait until we’re at the house.”
Neal laughed and walked faster. “Oh, Elizabeth said next time she gets to be the cop.”
Peter groaned and shook his head. “Who’s the thief?”
Neal flashed him a bright smile. “We are.”
End
Pairing: Neal/Peter
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Timeline: Sometime in the future
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being earned
Author Notes: This happened because me and
oh_mcgee talked about it and I couldn't stop thinking about it. Summary: Neal wins more than he loses
Frisky
Neal ran full tilt down the alley until he slammed his hands into the wall that blocked his escape. Footsteps clattered behind him and he turned ready to smile and charm his way out of an arrest. He smile faltered when he saw his pursuer. “Peter?”
Peter stopped, his breathing even and his gun steady in his hand. “Did you miss me?”
Neal held his hands up and stepped closer. “It’s not what it looks like. I swear.”
Peter gestured at him to face the wall. “It looks like I caught you. Again.”
Neal braced his hands against the brick wall. He could feel Peter behind him and he waited.
“Any weapons?”
Neal laughed. “You know I don’t have any.”
Hands fell heavily onto his shoulders and a breath of hot air ghosting over his ear told him this time might be different. “I think I should check anyway.”
Neal laughed again and this time it was a carefree, flirty laugh. “You go right ahead, Agent Burke.”
His joy turned to amazement as Peter frisked him slowly, hands lingering warm and intense on his chest before sliding down his stomach to his belt. Neal grunted as one hand rubbed across his crotch while the other hand pulled his shirt out of his pants, fingers dipping and trailing along the small of his back and around to his left hip.
The hands pulled away to land on top of his hands and Neal froze as Peter moved closer and pressed his entire body against Neal’s back. He blinked and waited while Peter did nothing but stand there, his body warm, inviting, and safe.
Neal groaned as Peter moved even closer, his erection nudging against Neal’s pants and god, Neal wanted to turn around and just let this man do what he wanted. Lips moved over the back of his neck until he shifted his legs and spread them a little wider. A rough laugh only made him harder and when hand dipped into his pants and stroked his dick, Neal bit his lip in an effort not to beg.
If he begged, Peter won and would be smug and superior for days. A dirty chuckle and a small nibble on his ear made him shiver.
“Go ahead and tell me how innocent you are. Tell me all about how you were framed.”
The hand kept moving and now Neal was pushing into it before moving back to feel Peter’s hard-on. He panted and tried to keep his mind on the game. “If I admit how guilty I am will you keep on doing this?” A thumb brushed over the head of his cock and he hummed. “Cause I’m guilty, very guilty, and I think I need to be punished, a lot.”
Peter’s laugh was louder and his hand moved faster until Neal felt a ball of heat curl along the base of his spine and he jerked, coming hard and sticky inside Peter’s hand. Promises and other things were whispered as his breathing returned to normal. He sighed in disgust as Peter wiped what he could on Neal’s boxer-briefs and pulled his hand out.
“That’s disgusting.”
Peter moved back and pulled out a wrinkled handkerchief that Neal recognized as one of his. “Yeah, well that was your punishment for wanting to have semi-public sex. Can we go home now?”
Neal rearranged his clothes and tried not to wince at the sticky, damp mess rubbing against his skin. He pointed at Peter’s noticeable bulge. “You want me to take care of that?”
Peter smirked and grabbed Neal’s arm, pulling him towards the mouth of the alley. The sounds of a busy city became louder. “With you, Neal, I’m used to delayed gratification. It can wait until we’re at the house.”
Neal laughed and walked faster. “Oh, Elizabeth said next time she gets to be the cop.”
Peter groaned and shook his head. “Who’s the thief?”
Neal flashed him a bright smile. “We are.”
End
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