come and get it
White Collar
rated R
If I was clever, I would write a fic called "Ring Around the Collar" and it would be about how Peter and Elizabeth include Neil in their marriage. I am not, however, even clever enough to include an LJ cut at this moment, so all you get is some nookie.
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It wasn't any kind of grand gesture. They didn't talk about it, didn't romance each other; Neil's eyelashes were long black smudges against his cheeks, flirting with every glance, but he still wasn't a girl. And Peter had a wife. He didn't want a girlfriend.
He would have said he didn't want a boyfriend either, until he reached over Neil's head, up into a cupboard for a whiskey glass (against his better judgment already) and then - thank god they weren't drunk already. Thank god there was nothing to blur the feeling when Neil stepped back against him, the hard line of his back curving into Peter's chest, his body pushing back just enough against Peter's groin - and Peter didn't have to stop and ask "hey, is this ok? can I? should I?...because he already had El's voice whispering in his ear, "you get a chance, you go for it -"
His arm went tight around Neil's waist, hauling him back, grinding tighter - his cock wedged along Neil's ass and his mouth on Neil's neck, thrusting already, just a little, just enough to say "you're mine." And Neil was tilting his head back, opening for Peter's tongue, spreading just a little - just enough to say "yeah - come and get it."
And Peter did.
rated R
If I was clever, I would write a fic called "Ring Around the Collar" and it would be about how Peter and Elizabeth include Neil in their marriage. I am not, however, even clever enough to include an LJ cut at this moment, so all you get is some nookie.
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It wasn't any kind of grand gesture. They didn't talk about it, didn't romance each other; Neil's eyelashes were long black smudges against his cheeks, flirting with every glance, but he still wasn't a girl. And Peter had a wife. He didn't want a girlfriend.
He would have said he didn't want a boyfriend either, until he reached over Neil's head, up into a cupboard for a whiskey glass (against his better judgment already) and then - thank god they weren't drunk already. Thank god there was nothing to blur the feeling when Neil stepped back against him, the hard line of his back curving into Peter's chest, his body pushing back just enough against Peter's groin - and Peter didn't have to stop and ask "hey, is this ok? can I? should I?...because he already had El's voice whispering in his ear, "you get a chance, you go for it -"
His arm went tight around Neil's waist, hauling him back, grinding tighter - his cock wedged along Neil's ass and his mouth on Neil's neck, thrusting already, just a little, just enough to say "you're mine." And Neil was tilting his head back, opening for Peter's tongue, spreading just a little - just enough to say "yeah - come and get it."
And Peter did.