Caffrey-Burke Day Fic: "Ample Opportunity", P/N/E, R
Title: Ample Opportunity
Author: coffeethyme4me
Pairing: explicit Peter/Neal, OT3
Rating: R
Words: ~180
Summary: Peter appreciates what he's got.
A/N: Happy Caffrey-Burke Day, everybody!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3
Peter couldn’t stop kissing it…the ankle.
It was easiest when they fucked face to face. Peter could lift Neal’s leg, turn his head, and simply press his mouth there, hips still rocking.
When he sucked Neal’s pretty cock, sometimes he’d torture the other man and leave it for a brief taste of leg.
“Peter…cut it out…” would often be the exasperated response, his stiff cock bobbing impatiently. So Peter would go back down on it, bring his lover off, his fingers stroking the bare expanse of ankle still.
And then sometimes, when they were all on the couch together, his arm around El, Neal’s feet in his lap, he’d have ample opportunity to just idly stroke him there - his wife’s head on his shoulder, the sound of Neal Caffrey breathing beside him, his socked toes wiggling unconsciously while they watched a movie.
But Peter would lose track of the plot, the combination of El’s exotic shampoo and seeing Neal lying on his side there, head propped on his hand, evocative of everything his life had become: more than complete and finally completely free.
Author: coffeethyme4me
Pairing: explicit Peter/Neal, OT3
Rating: R
Words: ~180
Summary: Peter appreciates what he's got.
A/N: Happy Caffrey-Burke Day, everybody!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3
Peter couldn’t stop kissing it…the ankle.
It was easiest when they fucked face to face. Peter could lift Neal’s leg, turn his head, and simply press his mouth there, hips still rocking.
When he sucked Neal’s pretty cock, sometimes he’d torture the other man and leave it for a brief taste of leg.
“Peter…cut it out…” would often be the exasperated response, his stiff cock bobbing impatiently. So Peter would go back down on it, bring his lover off, his fingers stroking the bare expanse of ankle still.
And then sometimes, when they were all on the couch together, his arm around El, Neal’s feet in his lap, he’d have ample opportunity to just idly stroke him there - his wife’s head on his shoulder, the sound of Neal Caffrey breathing beside him, his socked toes wiggling unconsciously while they watched a movie.
But Peter would lose track of the plot, the combination of El’s exotic shampoo and seeing Neal lying on his side there, head propped on his hand, evocative of everything his life had become: more than complete and finally completely free.