Fic: Desperate
Dec. 10th, 2009 10:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Title: Desperate
Fandom: White Collar
Pairing: Peter/Neal
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Angst, not dark fic but kinda gray
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made
Timeline: Mid season
A/N: Big thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
slashyme for the quick look.
Summary: Peter underestimates Neal.
Peter sat on his couch watching TV. He figured he was doing a good job of pretending to watch some sports show, but he was really watching Neal. His partner had been acting strange for the past week, or more strange, at least for him.
Neal had been distracted during meetings and hadn't been offering any of the teasing he usually doled out to Peter and the other agents. Answers he usually blurted out took longer to be said. Tonight, he could tell Neal was near the end of his rope. Peter cleared his throat. "Want to tell me what's going on?"
Neal stared at him, as if weighing the consequences of speaking. Then he shrugged and slouched down a little in his chair. Peter was even more intrigued since this was Neal trying to be casual. "I need a favor."
Peter crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "Oh, here we go. Okay, Neal, what's the favor?"
Neal scowled at him and tapped his fingers against one of his legs. "I need to go to DC, to get something that will get me Kate." He held up a hand before Peter could speak. "I know you told me to stop looking, but this is important. She's in danger and I can't leave her like that. I just...I'm running out of time here, Peter."
Peter sighed and rubbed a hand over his head. The reason Neal had been such a great conman was he could make most anybody believe anything. While Peter would like to think the past few months had made him immune, it probably made him even more susceptible to what Neal was selling. He wanted to believe Neal, he really did, but men like Neal always had a ulterior motive.
"We're in the middle of a big case, so no, I'm not giving you permission to go anywhere, and I'm not going with you on some wild goose chase."
Peter thought Neal would back down like he had when they'd been after the Dutchman but Neal didn't. He argued and promised and finally shut up when Peter poured him some wine. A game was on and Peter drank a few beers and tried to ignore the ex-con sitting in living room practically mourning his lost love.
Peter stood to get his keys so he could drive Neal home but Neal shook his head. "Just call me a cab."
When he reached for the phone, Neal walked up behind him and laid his hand on top of his. He looked up to find Neal watching him, a nervous look on his face. "I see you watching me some times."
Peter smirked. "I watch you all the time. It's the only way I can make sure you're not stealing everything that isn't nailed down."
Neal shook his head and moved closer, until all Peter could smell was wine and expensive cologne. "No, not like that. I see you looking at me like you wonder about things late at night."
One more step and Neal's chest brushed up against his and the ex-con started talking so fast that the words ran together in a desperate jumble.
"Anything you want, I'll give you anything, Peter. I'll do anything."
Peter's last coherent thought was that he'd had more to drink than he'd realized because he didn't stop Neal from sinking down to his knees and unbuckling and unzipping his pants.
Deep in Peter's brain, in some part that he'll never fully admit to, this felt like it should be his right. He'd beaten this man, caught him, and put him away. He's harder than he'd been in months and who wouldn't be with a pretty thing like Neal licking him like an ice cream cone?
He should push Neal away right now and get them both some coffee but he watched as Neal sucked him in, his head bobbing slowly back and forth. The suction was incredible and Peter leaned against the hall closet door and groaned. Neal's lips moved back and forth over and over and Peter closed his hands into fists to keep them from grabbing onto Neal's hair and using it to hold Neal still while he thrust into his mouth.
The only sounds between them are soft, wet, smacking sounds and when Peter opened his eyes, Neal's lips were red and glistening. Peter’s legs trembled. He was on the brink and all he needed was a nudge to push him over. He got that nudge when he saw Neal squeeze his own cock through his pants.
The very idea of Neal coming in his classy pants had Peter coming with a muffled groan. Watching Neal's throat swallow him down was almost enough to get him hard again. He panted and lay his head against the door. There were a few licks to soothe him into afterglow and then Neal's mouth was gone.
Peter felt good until Neal stood and gave his mouth a quick swipe with his hand. He wouldn’t meet Peter's eyes, just tucked his hands into his pants pockets, ignored the noticeable bulge in his own slacks and nodded at the phone.
"Cab shouldn't take long if you want to go ahead and give them a call."
There was a bitter taste in the back of Peter’s throat as he swallowed and nodded his head. Shit, shit, everything was fucked to hell and back. The cab promised to be there in thirty minutes. Neal headed for the bathroom and Peter figured out pretty quickly that he was planning to stay there until the cab showed up. He cleaned up the living room before he knocked softly on the door, all at once thankful El was supervising some function. He’d have to confess later, and wasn‘t that going to be fun? He spoke, knowing Neal heard every word.
“Hey, you don’t have to open the door, but after the case, I’ll take you to D.C., okay?”
Peter sighed and laid his head against the door. He resisted the urge to bang it against the unforgiving wood. “And not because of what just happened. That shouldn’t have happened. Not like that. I didn’t realize you thought you had to do that. I should have stopped you and I’m sorry.”
Peter walked away and sat down on the couch. He had a headache and any pleasure he’d gotten from earlier was gone. He wanted to blame the alcohol and Neal but he’d been there too and he could have pushed him away. He didn’t and now they had fallout.
If Neal decided to blackmail him, he’d probably be suspended. But he knew Neal, and the risk was bigger for him. Neal knew he’d back in jail before the ink on the paperwork was dry. Peter hated that knowing his job was safe was a relief. He’d have to tell El. They didn’t keep things from each other and he hoped she’d forgive him in time.
If she demanded he give up Neal as a partner he’d do it. No one was as important to him as Elizabeth was, but it’d hurt not being able to use Neal’s brains and watch him figure out the pieces of a puzzle. The man hungered for action and a way to use his skills. Peter would have to find a way to keep him with the FBI even if he couldn’t keep him as a partner.
The lock clicked and the bathroom door opened. Neal walked out and leaned against the stairs. He crossed his arms across his chest and seemed to hug himself. That action made Peter feel like he should apologize again.
Neal looked up and looked at him. “I’m sorry too. I just want to save her, you know? Be her knight in shining armor, but maybe I’m not cut out to be the hero, just the magician who makes sure you can’t see behind the curtain.”
Neal walked over and sat beside him on the couch. Peter felt a small kernel of hope grow that maybe the could go back to the way they’d been before tonight. Neal glanced at him and then away. He cleared his throat and asked, “So what’s El going to say?”
Peter let out a shaky breath. “I have no clue. She’ll probably be pissed.” He was tempted to tell Neal about the possibility that El would ask that they no longer be partners but Neal was far from stupid. He knew that chance was on the table just like he’d known Peter would tell El what happened.
The cab honked its horn and Neal got up. “If she wants to take a swing at me, send her over.” He flashed a smile that wasn’t up to a 100% but it was close.
Peter followed him to the door and patted him on the back. “Yeah, I’ll do that.”
He stayed in the doorway until the cab drove away, then stayed there a little bit longer. The air was cold and cleared his head. He had to believe he and El could get past this and he and Neal could do the same.
The two most important people in his life and tonight he’d betrayed them both. But, he was good at fixing things and no matter what it took, he‘d fix this mess.
End
Fandom: White Collar
Pairing: Peter/Neal
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Angst, not dark fic but kinda gray
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made
Timeline: Mid season
A/N: Big thanks to
slashyme for the quick look.Summary: Peter underestimates Neal.
Peter sat on his couch watching TV. He figured he was doing a good job of pretending to watch some sports show, but he was really watching Neal. His partner had been acting strange for the past week, or more strange, at least for him.
Neal had been distracted during meetings and hadn't been offering any of the teasing he usually doled out to Peter and the other agents. Answers he usually blurted out took longer to be said. Tonight, he could tell Neal was near the end of his rope. Peter cleared his throat. "Want to tell me what's going on?"
Neal stared at him, as if weighing the consequences of speaking. Then he shrugged and slouched down a little in his chair. Peter was even more intrigued since this was Neal trying to be casual. "I need a favor."
Peter crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "Oh, here we go. Okay, Neal, what's the favor?"
Neal scowled at him and tapped his fingers against one of his legs. "I need to go to DC, to get something that will get me Kate." He held up a hand before Peter could speak. "I know you told me to stop looking, but this is important. She's in danger and I can't leave her like that. I just...I'm running out of time here, Peter."
Peter sighed and rubbed a hand over his head. The reason Neal had been such a great conman was he could make most anybody believe anything. While Peter would like to think the past few months had made him immune, it probably made him even more susceptible to what Neal was selling. He wanted to believe Neal, he really did, but men like Neal always had a ulterior motive.
"We're in the middle of a big case, so no, I'm not giving you permission to go anywhere, and I'm not going with you on some wild goose chase."
Peter thought Neal would back down like he had when they'd been after the Dutchman but Neal didn't. He argued and promised and finally shut up when Peter poured him some wine. A game was on and Peter drank a few beers and tried to ignore the ex-con sitting in living room practically mourning his lost love.
Peter stood to get his keys so he could drive Neal home but Neal shook his head. "Just call me a cab."
When he reached for the phone, Neal walked up behind him and laid his hand on top of his. He looked up to find Neal watching him, a nervous look on his face. "I see you watching me some times."
Peter smirked. "I watch you all the time. It's the only way I can make sure you're not stealing everything that isn't nailed down."
Neal shook his head and moved closer, until all Peter could smell was wine and expensive cologne. "No, not like that. I see you looking at me like you wonder about things late at night."
One more step and Neal's chest brushed up against his and the ex-con started talking so fast that the words ran together in a desperate jumble.
"Anything you want, I'll give you anything, Peter. I'll do anything."
Peter's last coherent thought was that he'd had more to drink than he'd realized because he didn't stop Neal from sinking down to his knees and unbuckling and unzipping his pants.
Deep in Peter's brain, in some part that he'll never fully admit to, this felt like it should be his right. He'd beaten this man, caught him, and put him away. He's harder than he'd been in months and who wouldn't be with a pretty thing like Neal licking him like an ice cream cone?
He should push Neal away right now and get them both some coffee but he watched as Neal sucked him in, his head bobbing slowly back and forth. The suction was incredible and Peter leaned against the hall closet door and groaned. Neal's lips moved back and forth over and over and Peter closed his hands into fists to keep them from grabbing onto Neal's hair and using it to hold Neal still while he thrust into his mouth.
The only sounds between them are soft, wet, smacking sounds and when Peter opened his eyes, Neal's lips were red and glistening. Peter’s legs trembled. He was on the brink and all he needed was a nudge to push him over. He got that nudge when he saw Neal squeeze his own cock through his pants.
The very idea of Neal coming in his classy pants had Peter coming with a muffled groan. Watching Neal's throat swallow him down was almost enough to get him hard again. He panted and lay his head against the door. There were a few licks to soothe him into afterglow and then Neal's mouth was gone.
Peter felt good until Neal stood and gave his mouth a quick swipe with his hand. He wouldn’t meet Peter's eyes, just tucked his hands into his pants pockets, ignored the noticeable bulge in his own slacks and nodded at the phone.
"Cab shouldn't take long if you want to go ahead and give them a call."
There was a bitter taste in the back of Peter’s throat as he swallowed and nodded his head. Shit, shit, everything was fucked to hell and back. The cab promised to be there in thirty minutes. Neal headed for the bathroom and Peter figured out pretty quickly that he was planning to stay there until the cab showed up. He cleaned up the living room before he knocked softly on the door, all at once thankful El was supervising some function. He’d have to confess later, and wasn‘t that going to be fun? He spoke, knowing Neal heard every word.
“Hey, you don’t have to open the door, but after the case, I’ll take you to D.C., okay?”
Peter sighed and laid his head against the door. He resisted the urge to bang it against the unforgiving wood. “And not because of what just happened. That shouldn’t have happened. Not like that. I didn’t realize you thought you had to do that. I should have stopped you and I’m sorry.”
Peter walked away and sat down on the couch. He had a headache and any pleasure he’d gotten from earlier was gone. He wanted to blame the alcohol and Neal but he’d been there too and he could have pushed him away. He didn’t and now they had fallout.
If Neal decided to blackmail him, he’d probably be suspended. But he knew Neal, and the risk was bigger for him. Neal knew he’d back in jail before the ink on the paperwork was dry. Peter hated that knowing his job was safe was a relief. He’d have to tell El. They didn’t keep things from each other and he hoped she’d forgive him in time.
If she demanded he give up Neal as a partner he’d do it. No one was as important to him as Elizabeth was, but it’d hurt not being able to use Neal’s brains and watch him figure out the pieces of a puzzle. The man hungered for action and a way to use his skills. Peter would have to find a way to keep him with the FBI even if he couldn’t keep him as a partner.
The lock clicked and the bathroom door opened. Neal walked out and leaned against the stairs. He crossed his arms across his chest and seemed to hug himself. That action made Peter feel like he should apologize again.
Neal looked up and looked at him. “I’m sorry too. I just want to save her, you know? Be her knight in shining armor, but maybe I’m not cut out to be the hero, just the magician who makes sure you can’t see behind the curtain.”
Neal walked over and sat beside him on the couch. Peter felt a small kernel of hope grow that maybe the could go back to the way they’d been before tonight. Neal glanced at him and then away. He cleared his throat and asked, “So what’s El going to say?”
Peter let out a shaky breath. “I have no clue. She’ll probably be pissed.” He was tempted to tell Neal about the possibility that El would ask that they no longer be partners but Neal was far from stupid. He knew that chance was on the table just like he’d known Peter would tell El what happened.
The cab honked its horn and Neal got up. “If she wants to take a swing at me, send her over.” He flashed a smile that wasn’t up to a 100% but it was close.
Peter followed him to the door and patted him on the back. “Yeah, I’ll do that.”
He stayed in the doorway until the cab drove away, then stayed there a little bit longer. The air was cold and cleared his head. He had to believe he and El could get past this and he and Neal could do the same.
The two most important people in his life and tonight he’d betrayed them both. But, he was good at fixing things and no matter what it took, he‘d fix this mess.
End
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Date: 2009-12-11 07:57 pm (UTC)Thanks for the good story. I'm looking forward to more of your work in this fandom.
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Date: 2009-12-12 04:06 am (UTC)Man, I love my slash with heaping helpings of angst and guilt. Double bonus points for intelligent writers who don't try to sweep El and Kate under the rug.
Loved it.
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Date: 2009-12-17 08:46 pm (UTC)very honest, not a cookie-cutter fic
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