Fic: Power Play, White Collar
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Title: Power Play
Pairing: Neal/Peter
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Timeline: Sometime before the fall finale
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit being made
A/N: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shea for the encouragement. These White Collar bunnies are vicious.
Summary: There are times when Peter takes a stronger hold.
Peter saw the signs and knew he’d have to act soon. Neal was reckless at the bust earlier and he’d mouthed off to a few cops. That wasn’t so bad, but when he did the same to Peter’s boss, a man he knew could send him back to prison, Peter knew he had to act.
The top layer of Neal Caffrey was all charm and flirting, mixed with some sass, but that layer was now paper thin and Peter imagined Neal hanging onto his mask by his fingertips. The former con man in his custody was his responsibility and he would not allow all his hard work to go to waste.
*
Neal walked into Peter and El’s bedroom, his head down, papers in his hand, and a question on his lips. He stumbled to stop in the middle of the room and stared at Peter. He was sitting on the bed, actually kind of lounging there like some King awaiting his concubine. Neal had the sneaking suspicion that he’d been cast in that role.
“Um, did you want to talk about these stock certificates or should I conclude that the business part of the evening is over?”
Peter smirked and put his hands behind his head. Neal couldn’t help but take a look at everything on display. Peter Burke in nothing but boxers was a nice sight. Neal swallowed hard at the words that came next.
“Strip.”
He didn’t stop to think, just put the papers down, and toed off his shoes while he unbuttoned his vest and tugged it off. His shirt was next and he attacked the buttons like the fabric was on fire.
“Slower.”
Neal looked down at the floor and forced his hands to slow down. The air was cool against his chest as his shirt gaped open. He pulled it off slowly before looking up at Peter and working on his belt. “How long til Elizabeth comes back?”
Peter shifted against the pale blue bed sheets. “Two more days. She says hi.”
Neal smirked and unbuttoned his pants. The zipper sounded loud in the quiet room. He let the pants drop to the floor and waited. They did this every once in awhile. The orders, the instant obedience, when Neal was at most times anything but. It settled something in him and Peter always seemed to know when he needed this. The man knew him better than anyone, even Kate.
“You going to tell her what she missed?”
Peter’s hands clenched against the sheets and Neal knew his lover wanted to grab something. “Yeah, every detail. Lose the underwear.”
Neal pulled the boxer-briefs down, his cock already hard. It still amazed him that a look and some words from Peter turned him on so much. He pulled his socks off and froze when Peter frowned. “Maybe I wanted you to leave the socks.”
Neal laughed but didn’t put the socks back on. “Maybe you have a sock fetish that I will not indulge.”
The expression on Peter’s face changed from smug to ‘I’m in control,’ and that made Neal’s mind go blank. One finger gestured him closer and Neal moved forward until his knees bumped against the foot of the bed. “Oh I think you’ll indulge me however I want. Isn’t that right?”
Neal swallowed and nodded. With anyone else he might have felt silly standing by a bed, naked, turned on, and willing to do anything for man in front of him. But Peter was different. Peter saw him, the real him, the one hardly anyone bothered to try and find.
Peter patted his lap and Neal started to come around the bed but stopped and backed up when Peter pointed back to the end of the bed. “Crawl.”
Neal’s face grew warm but he slowly placed his hands on the bed and then his knees and did as Peter demanded. Halfway up the bed a foot on his shoulder stopped his movement and he paused, head down, his body starting to sweat. He shivered when Peter said, “I’m tempted to keep you needy and desperate all night. What do you think?”
Neal looked up and tried to read the answer he needed in Peter’s eyes, but they were blank, any clue locked down tight.
Neal chewed on his bottom lip for a moment before telling the truth. “Whatever you want, Peter.”
The foot left his shoulder and he continued his crawl up between spread legs. When he hovered over Peter’s stomach, his hands on soft sheets on either side of Peter’s waist, he bent down and kissed a bruise onto the pale skin right below his lover’s navel. That got him a groan and a hand pushing his head away. Neal watched Peter as he studied the hickey.
Hazel eyes met his and a hand carded through his hair before grabbing it and holding his head still. He smirked when Peter said, “I’ll have to punish you for that.”
Neal’s smile grew bigger. “Why do you think I did it?”
Peter licked his own lips, a flash of tongue, and smiled that smile that said Neal might think he knew what was coming, but he didn’t have a clue. Neal liked and feared those types of smiles. The hand in his hair pushed his head down until his face brushed fabric.
The rough demand of “Suck me,” plus Peter’s hands clamping down on his had Neal’s arousal rising to dizzying heights. With his hands trapped, he used his nose, mouth, and tongue to explore until he licked and sucked Peter into his mouth.
He worked more and more of Peter into his mouth until he sloppily deep throated him a few times. Peter groaned and let his hands go before pulling him away. Neal tried to go back, tried to keep going, but Peter’s hands cupping his face made him focus on the man in front of him.
They stared at each other for a few moments and the last ball of tension in Neal’s stomach disappeared. Peter let him go and gestured at the lube and condoms on the night stand. “Get yourself ready.”
Neal wanted to tease and ask, ‘ready for what?’ but if he did that Peter would find some way to draw all of this out until Neal was out of his mind with want, so desperate to climax that he’d beg, plead, and whimper. And well, why give Peter even more ammunition?
He slipped one cool and slippery finger inside himself and then another all while Peter watched, his face showing so much hunger it was almost scary. While he stretched himself, Peter ripped open the condom and rolled it onto his own cock.
Neal couldn’t wait one more second and pulled his fingers out. One, two shifts of his hips and he slid down Peter’s cock. It stung because he was greedy and hadn’t taken enough time. Hands grabbed his waist and pulled him down until the pain and pleasure swirled into one.
Neal braced his hands on Peters chest and raised up before sinking down over and over. He threw his head back and smirked. Peter kept biting his own lips until Neal had to lean forward and lick them. Once there, Peter grabbed the back of his neck and wouldn’t let him move.
The kisses were rough and Neal’s lips tingled as he sucked on Peter’s tongue. His hips moved as Peter’s hands smoothed over his thighs and cock. Neal gasped when Peter hit his prostate. He broke off the kissing and tried to sit up. He wanted to catch the right angle again, but Peter wouldn’t let him move, and god, oh god, each stroke up made his body spark like lightning was traveling down his spine. Then Peter started talking, his voice rough and deep.
“All the scams and forgeries, it’s a high for you, isn’t it? Getting over on someone, knowing something they don’t.”
Neal squirmed and moved faster, the words weaving through his arousal until there was nothing but Peter’s cock and Peter’s voice. The words were hypnotic.
“You show everyone the suits and the charm and the pretty smile, but I see what’s underneath, that need to impress someone you consider worthy. Oh, you’ll flirt with anything breathing, but the shine that comes in your eyes, the way you stand so close, that’s for me.”
Neal nodded his head and tried not to whimper as Peter stopped stroking his cock. He opened his eyes and Peter’s head was tilted, studying him like he was a forgery and he knew exactly why. A hand slapped his thigh. “Get up.”
Neal frowned in confusion, the fog of arousal slipping away. Peter laughed and pulled him off his lap. “Face the wall on your knees.”
Ten seconds later, Neal had a death grip on the iron headboard while Peter knelt behind him. The hand that stroked his cock was so gentle while the thrusts inside him were so hard. The contrast had him groaning and trying to get more of both. Peter sped up, one of his hands twisting and pulling until Neal panted and came.
He shivered as the sensation of Peter’s callused fingers became too much. A slap on his ass had him letting out a undignified yelp. Peter laughed and did it again before he used both hands to hold Neal steady and fuck him faster.
Neal relaxed into the motions. He felt good, really good, and couldn’t help but think Peter was a cure he’d take every night. The constant pressure to be something, to prove something to the men and women around him battered at him everyday.
Most of the agents looked at him with suspicion and awe. If the smallest item was lost, all eyes automatically went to him until someone’s red stapler was found. Peter took none of it seriously, but it wasn’t him that had to endure the looks and whispers.
Another slap to his ass brought him back to Peter. He turned to stare at his lover and smirked. “If you make it too sore, you’ll have to kiss it better.”
Peter laughed and moved faster. “If you want me to lick you until you call me God, just say so.”
Neal made humming noises, remembering the night he’d called Peter every single deity known to man. He would have never guessed an FBI Agent was so agile with his tongue.
Peter slowed down and Neal tightened his muscles around the hard cock inside him. When his lover froze, Neal felt him come. He loved it when Peter came. He’d never admit it, but Peter got really tactile after sex. On cue, hands that had clutched his waist let go and patted his back, fingers trailing over skin as if memorizing every inch of flesh.
Neal lay down after Peter pulled away. When a warm washcloth touched his back and hands urged him over to clean him, he purred. Peter loved taking care of him and Neal loved being taken care of. He was halfway asleep when Peter nudged him and he scooted over into a damp spot.
He grumbled and sighed until Peter pulled him closer and away from the evidence of their earlier fun. Peter’s voice was soft and full of the things he’d never discuss. “You, Neal Caffrey, are a lot of trouble.”
Neal snickered and kissed Peter’s chin. “But I’m worth it.”
Peter’s agreement wasn’t vocal, but the kiss Neal got said it all.
End.
Pairing: Neal/Peter
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Timeline: Sometime before the fall finale
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit being made
A/N: Thanks to
shea for the encouragement. These White Collar bunnies are vicious.Summary: There are times when Peter takes a stronger hold.
Peter saw the signs and knew he’d have to act soon. Neal was reckless at the bust earlier and he’d mouthed off to a few cops. That wasn’t so bad, but when he did the same to Peter’s boss, a man he knew could send him back to prison, Peter knew he had to act.
The top layer of Neal Caffrey was all charm and flirting, mixed with some sass, but that layer was now paper thin and Peter imagined Neal hanging onto his mask by his fingertips. The former con man in his custody was his responsibility and he would not allow all his hard work to go to waste.
*
Neal walked into Peter and El’s bedroom, his head down, papers in his hand, and a question on his lips. He stumbled to stop in the middle of the room and stared at Peter. He was sitting on the bed, actually kind of lounging there like some King awaiting his concubine. Neal had the sneaking suspicion that he’d been cast in that role.
“Um, did you want to talk about these stock certificates or should I conclude that the business part of the evening is over?”
Peter smirked and put his hands behind his head. Neal couldn’t help but take a look at everything on display. Peter Burke in nothing but boxers was a nice sight. Neal swallowed hard at the words that came next.
“Strip.”
He didn’t stop to think, just put the papers down, and toed off his shoes while he unbuttoned his vest and tugged it off. His shirt was next and he attacked the buttons like the fabric was on fire.
“Slower.”
Neal looked down at the floor and forced his hands to slow down. The air was cool against his chest as his shirt gaped open. He pulled it off slowly before looking up at Peter and working on his belt. “How long til Elizabeth comes back?”
Peter shifted against the pale blue bed sheets. “Two more days. She says hi.”
Neal smirked and unbuttoned his pants. The zipper sounded loud in the quiet room. He let the pants drop to the floor and waited. They did this every once in awhile. The orders, the instant obedience, when Neal was at most times anything but. It settled something in him and Peter always seemed to know when he needed this. The man knew him better than anyone, even Kate.
“You going to tell her what she missed?”
Peter’s hands clenched against the sheets and Neal knew his lover wanted to grab something. “Yeah, every detail. Lose the underwear.”
Neal pulled the boxer-briefs down, his cock already hard. It still amazed him that a look and some words from Peter turned him on so much. He pulled his socks off and froze when Peter frowned. “Maybe I wanted you to leave the socks.”
Neal laughed but didn’t put the socks back on. “Maybe you have a sock fetish that I will not indulge.”
The expression on Peter’s face changed from smug to ‘I’m in control,’ and that made Neal’s mind go blank. One finger gestured him closer and Neal moved forward until his knees bumped against the foot of the bed. “Oh I think you’ll indulge me however I want. Isn’t that right?”
Neal swallowed and nodded. With anyone else he might have felt silly standing by a bed, naked, turned on, and willing to do anything for man in front of him. But Peter was different. Peter saw him, the real him, the one hardly anyone bothered to try and find.
Peter patted his lap and Neal started to come around the bed but stopped and backed up when Peter pointed back to the end of the bed. “Crawl.”
Neal’s face grew warm but he slowly placed his hands on the bed and then his knees and did as Peter demanded. Halfway up the bed a foot on his shoulder stopped his movement and he paused, head down, his body starting to sweat. He shivered when Peter said, “I’m tempted to keep you needy and desperate all night. What do you think?”
Neal looked up and tried to read the answer he needed in Peter’s eyes, but they were blank, any clue locked down tight.
Neal chewed on his bottom lip for a moment before telling the truth. “Whatever you want, Peter.”
The foot left his shoulder and he continued his crawl up between spread legs. When he hovered over Peter’s stomach, his hands on soft sheets on either side of Peter’s waist, he bent down and kissed a bruise onto the pale skin right below his lover’s navel. That got him a groan and a hand pushing his head away. Neal watched Peter as he studied the hickey.
Hazel eyes met his and a hand carded through his hair before grabbing it and holding his head still. He smirked when Peter said, “I’ll have to punish you for that.”
Neal’s smile grew bigger. “Why do you think I did it?”
Peter licked his own lips, a flash of tongue, and smiled that smile that said Neal might think he knew what was coming, but he didn’t have a clue. Neal liked and feared those types of smiles. The hand in his hair pushed his head down until his face brushed fabric.
The rough demand of “Suck me,” plus Peter’s hands clamping down on his had Neal’s arousal rising to dizzying heights. With his hands trapped, he used his nose, mouth, and tongue to explore until he licked and sucked Peter into his mouth.
He worked more and more of Peter into his mouth until he sloppily deep throated him a few times. Peter groaned and let his hands go before pulling him away. Neal tried to go back, tried to keep going, but Peter’s hands cupping his face made him focus on the man in front of him.
They stared at each other for a few moments and the last ball of tension in Neal’s stomach disappeared. Peter let him go and gestured at the lube and condoms on the night stand. “Get yourself ready.”
Neal wanted to tease and ask, ‘ready for what?’ but if he did that Peter would find some way to draw all of this out until Neal was out of his mind with want, so desperate to climax that he’d beg, plead, and whimper. And well, why give Peter even more ammunition?
He slipped one cool and slippery finger inside himself and then another all while Peter watched, his face showing so much hunger it was almost scary. While he stretched himself, Peter ripped open the condom and rolled it onto his own cock.
Neal couldn’t wait one more second and pulled his fingers out. One, two shifts of his hips and he slid down Peter’s cock. It stung because he was greedy and hadn’t taken enough time. Hands grabbed his waist and pulled him down until the pain and pleasure swirled into one.
Neal braced his hands on Peters chest and raised up before sinking down over and over. He threw his head back and smirked. Peter kept biting his own lips until Neal had to lean forward and lick them. Once there, Peter grabbed the back of his neck and wouldn’t let him move.
The kisses were rough and Neal’s lips tingled as he sucked on Peter’s tongue. His hips moved as Peter’s hands smoothed over his thighs and cock. Neal gasped when Peter hit his prostate. He broke off the kissing and tried to sit up. He wanted to catch the right angle again, but Peter wouldn’t let him move, and god, oh god, each stroke up made his body spark like lightning was traveling down his spine. Then Peter started talking, his voice rough and deep.
“All the scams and forgeries, it’s a high for you, isn’t it? Getting over on someone, knowing something they don’t.”
Neal squirmed and moved faster, the words weaving through his arousal until there was nothing but Peter’s cock and Peter’s voice. The words were hypnotic.
“You show everyone the suits and the charm and the pretty smile, but I see what’s underneath, that need to impress someone you consider worthy. Oh, you’ll flirt with anything breathing, but the shine that comes in your eyes, the way you stand so close, that’s for me.”
Neal nodded his head and tried not to whimper as Peter stopped stroking his cock. He opened his eyes and Peter’s head was tilted, studying him like he was a forgery and he knew exactly why. A hand slapped his thigh. “Get up.”
Neal frowned in confusion, the fog of arousal slipping away. Peter laughed and pulled him off his lap. “Face the wall on your knees.”
Ten seconds later, Neal had a death grip on the iron headboard while Peter knelt behind him. The hand that stroked his cock was so gentle while the thrusts inside him were so hard. The contrast had him groaning and trying to get more of both. Peter sped up, one of his hands twisting and pulling until Neal panted and came.
He shivered as the sensation of Peter’s callused fingers became too much. A slap on his ass had him letting out a undignified yelp. Peter laughed and did it again before he used both hands to hold Neal steady and fuck him faster.
Neal relaxed into the motions. He felt good, really good, and couldn’t help but think Peter was a cure he’d take every night. The constant pressure to be something, to prove something to the men and women around him battered at him everyday.
Most of the agents looked at him with suspicion and awe. If the smallest item was lost, all eyes automatically went to him until someone’s red stapler was found. Peter took none of it seriously, but it wasn’t him that had to endure the looks and whispers.
Another slap to his ass brought him back to Peter. He turned to stare at his lover and smirked. “If you make it too sore, you’ll have to kiss it better.”
Peter laughed and moved faster. “If you want me to lick you until you call me God, just say so.”
Neal made humming noises, remembering the night he’d called Peter every single deity known to man. He would have never guessed an FBI Agent was so agile with his tongue.
Peter slowed down and Neal tightened his muscles around the hard cock inside him. When his lover froze, Neal felt him come. He loved it when Peter came. He’d never admit it, but Peter got really tactile after sex. On cue, hands that had clutched his waist let go and patted his back, fingers trailing over skin as if memorizing every inch of flesh.
Neal lay down after Peter pulled away. When a warm washcloth touched his back and hands urged him over to clean him, he purred. Peter loved taking care of him and Neal loved being taken care of. He was halfway asleep when Peter nudged him and he scooted over into a damp spot.
He grumbled and sighed until Peter pulled him closer and away from the evidence of their earlier fun. Peter’s voice was soft and full of the things he’d never discuss. “You, Neal Caffrey, are a lot of trouble.”
Neal snickered and kissed Peter’s chin. “But I’m worth it.”
Peter’s agreement wasn’t vocal, but the kiss Neal got said it all.
End.
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