Fic x 2: White Collar OT3 - Masks (PG-13) and Office Interlude (NC-17). For luc_darling.
Title: Masks
Rating: PG-13
Words: 730
Warnings: A bit of angstiness
Spoilers: 113 - Out of the Box
Fandom/Pairing: White Collar/Neal/Peter/Elisabeth
A/N: For the amazing and patient luc_darling as a very belated birthday gift. This is a continuation of my fic Fractured Painting but can be read as a separate as well.
On the first day back at the office, after the airport, the funeral and the slow re-assembly of Neal Caffrey everything is back to normal. Too much back to normal. It takes until lunchtime before Peter realizes what's wrong. Neal is wearing his con-smile, and Peter feels his heart breaking all over again.
Peter vows that if the facade stay when they get home he will tell Neal that he knows, but as soon as they get into the car to drive home the mask slips off and there's just Neal again, the slightly broken but mostly put back together Neal he's come to love even more since that day on the airstrip. So Peter decides to give Neal more time, to let him have his mask on in front of the others while he himself hold him tight after the nightmares and through the tears. It doesn't keep him from worrying and although he tries he's pretty sure Neal notices.
***
Elisabeth is not jealous. Not over sharing her husband, not over sharing her boyfriend, no that part is fine. Still she carries resentment and the companion resentment. The thing that bothers her is that Peter gets to be there all day, gets to keep Neal safe, keep him coming back and share his work with him. She knows she's being illogical, but the heart seldom listens to reason. After a week she decides enough is enough and tells herself she will tell her men what's troubling her. Before she gets to it Peter comes to her. He curls up next to her one evening when Neal is off having dinner with June and tells her how his heart is battered every single day, how Neal hides between a smile and wink and how it feels like torture knowing it's all an act, how every dissonant laughter grates on his soul. After that Elisabeth's not jealous any more, she's not sure she could take facing that every day as Peter does. Now she's ashamed over being relived instead and annoyed that feelings still don't follow reason.
***
He sees how they worry, how they care and how much it is hurting them, even though they try to hide it. The way Peter knits his brow minutely in the elevator, before they step out and he himself slips into the comfortable skin of the other Neal Caffrey - the conman, the charmer, the ladies man, it adds another little scratch to his heart but still he can't stop. He can't let the rest of the team see him this weak, this fragile. He feels the way Elisabeth holds a bit too tight in bed, and he doesn't let on the he knows she cries with him when he wakes up from dreams of fire and pain. He wishes he could tell them, let them know that he knows, that he wouldn't be able to go on without them, without them both there to hold him up. Then he figures it out.
What he can't say he can paint and as he let's the colors mix on the canvas, pouring everything he is and was and will be with their help into the painting some more of the cracks in him are fixed and he feels a bit more complete.
Peter sees the finished painting when he passes the room that used to be Neal bedroom but now serves as a studio and he stops in his tracks. He's seen a lot of paintings, both fake and real, over the years but none has affected him like this and when he continues walking a small smile is playing on his lips.
Elisabeth finds the painting in their living room and she has to swallow a few times to keep the tears from escaping. Still she smiles while she ponders just where to hang it.
Neal knows his plan worked when Peter gives him a small smile and a nod in the elevator instead of a worried glance and he answers with a smile of his own, a real one, before stepping out into his role. As the days pass he gets closer and closer to the role, to it being less of a role and more like himself. The cracks are disappearing and the smiles are becoming more real and soon the memory will be nothing more than just that - a memory.
Title: Office Interlude
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1051
Warnings: Threesome, sex and some sex. Did I mention sex?
Spoilers: None what so ever
Fandom/Pairing: White Collar / Neal/Peter/Elisabeth
A/N: There can't be a birthdaypresent without porn! So yeah this started out as just some bonus smut but it ended up longer than the first fic so, yeah... Hope you don't mind luc_darling :D
They surprise her at the office on an early summer day. They take away her breath as they sweep in, Neal in a perfect summer suit and Peter with a smile like he carries a secret. They close the door and throw the lock and that's all it takes for her to be ready, careless of calenders and clients and nothing is more important than here and now and them.
Peter pulls her up from her chair and kisses her comfortably and familiar as his hands finds the small of her back and the roundness of her breast. Neal kisses her neck and as she shivers he pulls up her shirt and hums appreciatively at the stockings and garter belt, she stifles a gasp as his clever fingers snap the elastic sending a pulse of pleasure straight to her core.
Peter leaves her mouth and trails downwards, pausing briefly to kiss Neal over her shoulder before unbuttoning her blouse and kissing the newly revealed skin all the way down her chest. Neal, always one to see opportunity, claims the lips Peter left, distracting her from the way his hand inches towards her crotch where wetness is already soaking her silk underwear.
They must have planned this, must have sat in their own office and talked about it and the thought makes Elisabeth moan and she feels Peter smile against her stomach. He's turning around, working his way upwards with his warm solid hands leading the way and slipping over to her back where he unclasps her bra with practiced ease. When he seals his lips over a nipple, just as Neal slips a finger beside moist fabric Elisabeth breaks the kiss and tilts her head back with a sharp moan.
Neal's single finger among her folds and Peter's clever tongue almost makes her miss that they are moving and before she knows it Neal, still fully dressed in his suit, is sitting in her office chair pulling her with him will Peter following like attached to them. She can feel Neal's erection against her ass and can't help but rub against it just a little, relishing the small groan she pulls from him. Her hands are on Peter's head holding him close to her chest as he nips and licks at her breasts. His hands are traveling south again and she shivers when he strokes along the edge of her panties.
Peter is the one that gets Neal's pants opened finally, freeing his erection and stroking it behind Elisabeth's back once, twice before shifting and lifting her onto it, panties held to the side and mouth still on her breast where it's been joined by Neal's hand. She sinks down on Neal with a drawn out moan, her legs held wide by his knees and her head thrown back against his shoulder. With a final grace of his teeth Peter releases Elisabeth's nipple and kisses his way back down her stomach. Neal's hand takes it place and rubs it gently while his arm hold her steady as she moves minutely up and down his cock.
Peter's first flick of his tongue over her clit makes her convulse, pulling a groan from Neal and Elisabeth can't help but open the eyes she doesn't remember closing and look down, the sight of Peter on his knees between her thighs, framed by Neal's still clothed legs nearly makes her come then and there. Her husband looks up at her with lust-blown and still twinkling eyes and leans in for a long lick. From Neal's reaction she can tell he started low, probably mouthing the other man's balls and as he tenses beneath her and presses even deeper she knows Peter has one in his mouth, sucking softly on it before releasing it and coming up to trace his tongue around where Neal and Elisabeth's joined. The sensation makes them moan in concert with each other and Elisabeth knows she won't last long like this, tremors are already going through her body constantly. She feels Peter's and Neal's hands joined on her hip then Peter suckles on her clit at the same time as Neal twists her nipple and she comes suddenly, spasming around Neal's cock.
She's vaguely aware of Peter and Neal kissing over her shoulder again, sharing the taste of her before she's moved again. She manages to stand on legs that feel like jelly, leaning against her desk and looking down at the specifications for a museum fundraiser as she feels Neal pull out his cock and replacing it with three of his fingers, curling them and making her moan as he teases her over-sensitive nerve endings. Then he pulls out and Peter's there, draping himself over her back whispering into her ear how beautiful she is as he slides in so easily, fitting as well as ever.
He fucks her slowly and it's only the small irregularities in his thrusts that tell her that Neal is still busy, using her juices to prepare Peter for himself. The rip of the condom wrapper cuts through the soft moans and Elisabeth feels Peter tense in anticipation before shuddering and gasping into her shoulder when Neal enters him.
They move in careful unison, Elisabeth feels the waves of pleasure building inside her again and she can hear from the men's more desperate half swallowed moans that they are getting closer to and she starts pushing back on every thrust, creating a counter-point to Neal's movements and quickly making Peter fall apart. He comes with a strangled gasp when Neal snaps his hips forward once again, sending Peter deeper into his wife than before where her internal muscles breaks his final hold on control. His erratic spasms bring his two lovers over as well, Elisabeth with a soft exhale and a prolonged shudder and Neal with a moan around his own hand.
They end up on the floor, hidden by the desk like children playing hide and seek, and Elisabeth leans against the wood catching her breath when Peter tells her she's never been more beautiful. She looks down on herself, skirt around her waist, blouse undone and bra hanging loose before looking up and smiling brightly at her husband and her boyfriend sure that she has to be the luckiest woman in the world.
Rating: PG-13
Words: 730
Warnings: A bit of angstiness
Spoilers: 113 - Out of the Box
Fandom/Pairing: White Collar/Neal/Peter/Elisabeth
A/N: For the amazing and patient luc_darling as a very belated birthday gift. This is a continuation of my fic Fractured Painting but can be read as a separate as well.
On the first day back at the office, after the airport, the funeral and the slow re-assembly of Neal Caffrey everything is back to normal. Too much back to normal. It takes until lunchtime before Peter realizes what's wrong. Neal is wearing his con-smile, and Peter feels his heart breaking all over again.
Peter vows that if the facade stay when they get home he will tell Neal that he knows, but as soon as they get into the car to drive home the mask slips off and there's just Neal again, the slightly broken but mostly put back together Neal he's come to love even more since that day on the airstrip. So Peter decides to give Neal more time, to let him have his mask on in front of the others while he himself hold him tight after the nightmares and through the tears. It doesn't keep him from worrying and although he tries he's pretty sure Neal notices.
***
Elisabeth is not jealous. Not over sharing her husband, not over sharing her boyfriend, no that part is fine. Still she carries resentment and the companion resentment. The thing that bothers her is that Peter gets to be there all day, gets to keep Neal safe, keep him coming back and share his work with him. She knows she's being illogical, but the heart seldom listens to reason. After a week she decides enough is enough and tells herself she will tell her men what's troubling her. Before she gets to it Peter comes to her. He curls up next to her one evening when Neal is off having dinner with June and tells her how his heart is battered every single day, how Neal hides between a smile and wink and how it feels like torture knowing it's all an act, how every dissonant laughter grates on his soul. After that Elisabeth's not jealous any more, she's not sure she could take facing that every day as Peter does. Now she's ashamed over being relived instead and annoyed that feelings still don't follow reason.
***
He sees how they worry, how they care and how much it is hurting them, even though they try to hide it. The way Peter knits his brow minutely in the elevator, before they step out and he himself slips into the comfortable skin of the other Neal Caffrey - the conman, the charmer, the ladies man, it adds another little scratch to his heart but still he can't stop. He can't let the rest of the team see him this weak, this fragile. He feels the way Elisabeth holds a bit too tight in bed, and he doesn't let on the he knows she cries with him when he wakes up from dreams of fire and pain. He wishes he could tell them, let them know that he knows, that he wouldn't be able to go on without them, without them both there to hold him up. Then he figures it out.
What he can't say he can paint and as he let's the colors mix on the canvas, pouring everything he is and was and will be with their help into the painting some more of the cracks in him are fixed and he feels a bit more complete.
Peter sees the finished painting when he passes the room that used to be Neal bedroom but now serves as a studio and he stops in his tracks. He's seen a lot of paintings, both fake and real, over the years but none has affected him like this and when he continues walking a small smile is playing on his lips.
Elisabeth finds the painting in their living room and she has to swallow a few times to keep the tears from escaping. Still she smiles while she ponders just where to hang it.
Neal knows his plan worked when Peter gives him a small smile and a nod in the elevator instead of a worried glance and he answers with a smile of his own, a real one, before stepping out into his role. As the days pass he gets closer and closer to the role, to it being less of a role and more like himself. The cracks are disappearing and the smiles are becoming more real and soon the memory will be nothing more than just that - a memory.
Title: Office Interlude
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1051
Warnings: Threesome, sex and some sex. Did I mention sex?
Spoilers: None what so ever
Fandom/Pairing: White Collar / Neal/Peter/Elisabeth
A/N: There can't be a birthdaypresent without porn! So yeah this started out as just some bonus smut but it ended up longer than the first fic so, yeah... Hope you don't mind luc_darling :D
They surprise her at the office on an early summer day. They take away her breath as they sweep in, Neal in a perfect summer suit and Peter with a smile like he carries a secret. They close the door and throw the lock and that's all it takes for her to be ready, careless of calenders and clients and nothing is more important than here and now and them.
Peter pulls her up from her chair and kisses her comfortably and familiar as his hands finds the small of her back and the roundness of her breast. Neal kisses her neck and as she shivers he pulls up her shirt and hums appreciatively at the stockings and garter belt, she stifles a gasp as his clever fingers snap the elastic sending a pulse of pleasure straight to her core.
Peter leaves her mouth and trails downwards, pausing briefly to kiss Neal over her shoulder before unbuttoning her blouse and kissing the newly revealed skin all the way down her chest. Neal, always one to see opportunity, claims the lips Peter left, distracting her from the way his hand inches towards her crotch where wetness is already soaking her silk underwear.
They must have planned this, must have sat in their own office and talked about it and the thought makes Elisabeth moan and she feels Peter smile against her stomach. He's turning around, working his way upwards with his warm solid hands leading the way and slipping over to her back where he unclasps her bra with practiced ease. When he seals his lips over a nipple, just as Neal slips a finger beside moist fabric Elisabeth breaks the kiss and tilts her head back with a sharp moan.
Neal's single finger among her folds and Peter's clever tongue almost makes her miss that they are moving and before she knows it Neal, still fully dressed in his suit, is sitting in her office chair pulling her with him will Peter following like attached to them. She can feel Neal's erection against her ass and can't help but rub against it just a little, relishing the small groan she pulls from him. Her hands are on Peter's head holding him close to her chest as he nips and licks at her breasts. His hands are traveling south again and she shivers when he strokes along the edge of her panties.
Peter is the one that gets Neal's pants opened finally, freeing his erection and stroking it behind Elisabeth's back once, twice before shifting and lifting her onto it, panties held to the side and mouth still on her breast where it's been joined by Neal's hand. She sinks down on Neal with a drawn out moan, her legs held wide by his knees and her head thrown back against his shoulder. With a final grace of his teeth Peter releases Elisabeth's nipple and kisses his way back down her stomach. Neal's hand takes it place and rubs it gently while his arm hold her steady as she moves minutely up and down his cock.
Peter's first flick of his tongue over her clit makes her convulse, pulling a groan from Neal and Elisabeth can't help but open the eyes she doesn't remember closing and look down, the sight of Peter on his knees between her thighs, framed by Neal's still clothed legs nearly makes her come then and there. Her husband looks up at her with lust-blown and still twinkling eyes and leans in for a long lick. From Neal's reaction she can tell he started low, probably mouthing the other man's balls and as he tenses beneath her and presses even deeper she knows Peter has one in his mouth, sucking softly on it before releasing it and coming up to trace his tongue around where Neal and Elisabeth's joined. The sensation makes them moan in concert with each other and Elisabeth knows she won't last long like this, tremors are already going through her body constantly. She feels Peter's and Neal's hands joined on her hip then Peter suckles on her clit at the same time as Neal twists her nipple and she comes suddenly, spasming around Neal's cock.
She's vaguely aware of Peter and Neal kissing over her shoulder again, sharing the taste of her before she's moved again. She manages to stand on legs that feel like jelly, leaning against her desk and looking down at the specifications for a museum fundraiser as she feels Neal pull out his cock and replacing it with three of his fingers, curling them and making her moan as he teases her over-sensitive nerve endings. Then he pulls out and Peter's there, draping himself over her back whispering into her ear how beautiful she is as he slides in so easily, fitting as well as ever.
He fucks her slowly and it's only the small irregularities in his thrusts that tell her that Neal is still busy, using her juices to prepare Peter for himself. The rip of the condom wrapper cuts through the soft moans and Elisabeth feels Peter tense in anticipation before shuddering and gasping into her shoulder when Neal enters him.
They move in careful unison, Elisabeth feels the waves of pleasure building inside her again and she can hear from the men's more desperate half swallowed moans that they are getting closer to and she starts pushing back on every thrust, creating a counter-point to Neal's movements and quickly making Peter fall apart. He comes with a strangled gasp when Neal snaps his hips forward once again, sending Peter deeper into his wife than before where her internal muscles breaks his final hold on control. His erratic spasms bring his two lovers over as well, Elisabeth with a soft exhale and a prolonged shudder and Neal with a moan around his own hand.
They end up on the floor, hidden by the desk like children playing hide and seek, and Elisabeth leans against the wood catching her breath when Peter tells her she's never been more beautiful. She looks down on herself, skirt around her waist, blouse undone and bra hanging loose before looking up and smiling brightly at her husband and her boyfriend sure that she has to be the luckiest woman in the world.