Ficlet: In between the lines
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kelly_girl
Title: In between the lines
Fandom: White Collar
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Neal/Peter
Spoilers: No
Genre: AU
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine. No money being made.
A/N: Wrote this for someone on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
collarkink that wanted rent boy!Neal and sleazy vice cop! Peter. I can't resist a hooker AU for long. They're like my kryptonite.
Neal groaned as his phone rang. He picked it up and groaned again at the number displayed. If he didn't answer he'd be in trouble. It didn't matter that he was in more trouble once he answered.
He hoped his voice sounded okay when he answered. "Hello, Peter."
"Where the fuck are you? If you're with some dumb fuck, get him off quick, and meet me at Jake's in ten minutes."
Fifteen minutes later Neal slid into a seat at Jake's Diner. Mattie served him coffee without asking and took his order for burger and fries. The man across from him frowned and sipped his own coffee.
"You look like shit. Some john get tough?"
Neal rolled his eyes though it hurt with one of them blackened. "What do you care?"
Peter snorted. "I don't, but I need information only your pretty ass can get me. Now I'm going to have to wait until you heal up. Shit!" Narrowed eyes studied him and Neal swallowed. Every meeting with Detective Burke didn't end up with the man's dick up his ass, but enough of them did for Neal to be a little wary of that look.
They'd met a year ago and instead of a trip to jail like Neal expected, he'd ended up in the back of a police car getting fucked like the world was about to end. The vice cop didn't accept faking and he'd hammered and stroked until Neal came like a freight train. Then he'd laughed and dumped Neal out of the car.
Since then, he saw Burke every few weeks and had unofficially helped Burke with a few cases. That and the occasional suck and fuck kept Neal out of jail. He'd rebelled once at the beginning. The nightly raids that went on for two weeks convinced him to reconsider.
Peter impatiently watched him eat. When Neal was done, Peter stood up and threw money down on the table. "Come on, I got a room around the corner."
Once in the room, Neal found himself on the bed, Peter over him, a hand tracing the bruises on his face. When the hand snaked under his t-shirt he flinched and hissed. He cursed when Peter ripped the shirt off and inspected his chest and ribs. His eyes were surprisingly gentle when he asked, "Too sore to fuck?"
Neal shook his head. "No, I got the beating because he thought he shouldn't have to pay. Not my fault if he gets too excited before he even gets inside."
Peter laughed and undressed. "Christ! Are you serious?"
Neal nodded and let Peter pull off his very tight pants. His cock was half hard and he blamed the wicked look in Peter's eyes. When he turned Neal over and put him on his hand and knees, Neal was fully hard and trying not to moan as Peter finger fucked him, the lube just barely enough. Peter liked it rough and Neal liked what Peter liked, no matter what it was.
Peter slid in and groaned. Neal ducked his head and arched his back, silently asking for more. Peter chuckled and started to move. "Damn greedy slut."
Soon, the cheap bed squealed and bounced against the wall while Neal scrabbled at the sheets and tried not to come. If he came too soon, sometimes Peter took that as a challenge and got creative. Neal wanted to kill the person that had given Peter a copy of the damn Kama Sutra.
"So fucking tight, your ass is unbelievable.” Callused fingers jerked him off, twisting and stroking him with cool efficiency. Thin latex protected them both but Neal felt Peter come and relaxed. He came moments later, his body coated in sweat.
Neal watched Peter lie back and turn on the TV. "Should I go?"
Peter looked him up and down and pursed his lips. "Nahh, I want to fuck you again, so lie there and shut up."
Neal huffed out a laugh and headed for the bathroom. After a quick shower he lay on the bed and dozed, the noise of some game lulling him deeper into sleep. He must have imagined the hand that sifted through his hair.
Fandom: White Collar
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Neal/Peter
Spoilers: No
Genre: AU
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine. No money being made.
A/N: Wrote this for someone on
collarkink that wanted rent boy!Neal and sleazy vice cop! Peter. I can't resist a hooker AU for long. They're like my kryptonite.Neal groaned as his phone rang. He picked it up and groaned again at the number displayed. If he didn't answer he'd be in trouble. It didn't matter that he was in more trouble once he answered.
He hoped his voice sounded okay when he answered. "Hello, Peter."
"Where the fuck are you? If you're with some dumb fuck, get him off quick, and meet me at Jake's in ten minutes."
Fifteen minutes later Neal slid into a seat at Jake's Diner. Mattie served him coffee without asking and took his order for burger and fries. The man across from him frowned and sipped his own coffee.
"You look like shit. Some john get tough?"
Neal rolled his eyes though it hurt with one of them blackened. "What do you care?"
Peter snorted. "I don't, but I need information only your pretty ass can get me. Now I'm going to have to wait until you heal up. Shit!" Narrowed eyes studied him and Neal swallowed. Every meeting with Detective Burke didn't end up with the man's dick up his ass, but enough of them did for Neal to be a little wary of that look.
They'd met a year ago and instead of a trip to jail like Neal expected, he'd ended up in the back of a police car getting fucked like the world was about to end. The vice cop didn't accept faking and he'd hammered and stroked until Neal came like a freight train. Then he'd laughed and dumped Neal out of the car.
Since then, he saw Burke every few weeks and had unofficially helped Burke with a few cases. That and the occasional suck and fuck kept Neal out of jail. He'd rebelled once at the beginning. The nightly raids that went on for two weeks convinced him to reconsider.
Peter impatiently watched him eat. When Neal was done, Peter stood up and threw money down on the table. "Come on, I got a room around the corner."
Once in the room, Neal found himself on the bed, Peter over him, a hand tracing the bruises on his face. When the hand snaked under his t-shirt he flinched and hissed. He cursed when Peter ripped the shirt off and inspected his chest and ribs. His eyes were surprisingly gentle when he asked, "Too sore to fuck?"
Neal shook his head. "No, I got the beating because he thought he shouldn't have to pay. Not my fault if he gets too excited before he even gets inside."
Peter laughed and undressed. "Christ! Are you serious?"
Neal nodded and let Peter pull off his very tight pants. His cock was half hard and he blamed the wicked look in Peter's eyes. When he turned Neal over and put him on his hand and knees, Neal was fully hard and trying not to moan as Peter finger fucked him, the lube just barely enough. Peter liked it rough and Neal liked what Peter liked, no matter what it was.
Peter slid in and groaned. Neal ducked his head and arched his back, silently asking for more. Peter chuckled and started to move. "Damn greedy slut."
Soon, the cheap bed squealed and bounced against the wall while Neal scrabbled at the sheets and tried not to come. If he came too soon, sometimes Peter took that as a challenge and got creative. Neal wanted to kill the person that had given Peter a copy of the damn Kama Sutra.
"So fucking tight, your ass is unbelievable.” Callused fingers jerked him off, twisting and stroking him with cool efficiency. Thin latex protected them both but Neal felt Peter come and relaxed. He came moments later, his body coated in sweat.
Neal watched Peter lie back and turn on the TV. "Should I go?"
Peter looked him up and down and pursed his lips. "Nahh, I want to fuck you again, so lie there and shut up."
Neal huffed out a laugh and headed for the bathroom. After a quick shower he lay on the bed and dozed, the noise of some game lulling him deeper into sleep. He must have imagined the hand that sifted through his hair.
