Ficlet for shea
Title: One way Neal and El drove Peter crazy
Fandom: White Collar
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Neal/Elizabeth, Neal/El/Peter
Spoilers:No
Disclaimer: Not mine because if so this show would be Showtime
A/N: shea wanted some more from my 'Five ways' verse.
Summary: Neal plus El equals shenanigans
I always feel like somebody's watching me
The little alcove was barely secluded, but it was all that Neal needed. There was cool air tickling his hair from a vent, but his entire body was too hot for the air to help. His erection pressed eagerly against the pants of his Armani suit.
Neal could hear people talking and laughing, their voices echoing down the short hallway that separated them from him and his partner. In their little corner, El's voice brushed against his ear, low keening noises as she begged him and whimpered out her pleasure. He moved the hand he had under her skirt and rubbed her clit before using the same two fingers to dip inside. God, she was hot and slippery and perfect.
He wanted to bury himself inside her and just make her wait while he drew it out for hours. He wanted to draw her like this, eager and aroused beyond reason, her thighs open, looking both obscene and like a work of art. He promised himself he'd do that another time.
After seven months of this thing they all had, El knew his buttons and It hadn’t taken much to lure him away from the overly pretentious crowd and let her have her way with him. Neal wondered if his poor impulse control problem combined with El’s penchant for excitement would get them both busted.
The art gallery was new and though the evening was dying down, someone could discover them at any moment. They'd see Neal's loosened tie, the bulge of his erection and they'd see El's naked legs, her dress hiked up to her knees while she half sat-half balanced on a small white end table, Neal between her thighs like he belonged.
He bent down and kissed El's neck; a slow nibble followed by a brief sting of teeth. She panted and groaned and as he felt her muscles tighten, the hair on the back of his neck stood up. Someone was watching them. He turned and met Peter's eyes. They stared at each other as Neal finger fucked El into another orgasm that had her clutching at his vest while her legs tried to draw him closer.
He watched as Peter studied them, his eyes drawn to Elizabeth then back to Neal over and over. Neal kept his eyes on Peter’s as he pulled his fingers away and raised them to his mouth. He smirked when Peter’s nose flared as he tried to catch the scent of his wife.
Neal licked his fingers slowly and smiled as Peter took a few steps and grabbed the fingers for himself. His eyes promised heat and revenge as he lapped at them before grabbing Neal’s head to pull him closer. Their mouths met and Neal submitted to the lust that washed over him and added to his own.
Neal flinched at the same time Peter did and they stopped kissing as El massaged them both through their pants. Her clothes were back in place, but her eyes radiated satisfaction coupled with a hint of growing arousal. Neal laughed as Peter leaned down and kissed her before murmuring, “you two will be the death of me, I swear.”
Her laughter joined Neal’s as she let them go and walked towards an exit, one finger gesturing for them to follow. “But honey, you’d go with a smile on your face!”
The cold air hit Neal’s face and he kept laughing all the way home.
*Subtitle is a 80's song by Rockwell
Fandom: White Collar
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Neal/Elizabeth, Neal/El/Peter
Spoilers:No
Disclaimer: Not mine because if so this show would be Showtime
A/N: shea wanted some more from my 'Five ways' verse.
Summary: Neal plus El equals shenanigans
I always feel like somebody's watching me
The little alcove was barely secluded, but it was all that Neal needed. There was cool air tickling his hair from a vent, but his entire body was too hot for the air to help. His erection pressed eagerly against the pants of his Armani suit.
Neal could hear people talking and laughing, their voices echoing down the short hallway that separated them from him and his partner. In their little corner, El's voice brushed against his ear, low keening noises as she begged him and whimpered out her pleasure. He moved the hand he had under her skirt and rubbed her clit before using the same two fingers to dip inside. God, she was hot and slippery and perfect.
He wanted to bury himself inside her and just make her wait while he drew it out for hours. He wanted to draw her like this, eager and aroused beyond reason, her thighs open, looking both obscene and like a work of art. He promised himself he'd do that another time.
After seven months of this thing they all had, El knew his buttons and It hadn’t taken much to lure him away from the overly pretentious crowd and let her have her way with him. Neal wondered if his poor impulse control problem combined with El’s penchant for excitement would get them both busted.
The art gallery was new and though the evening was dying down, someone could discover them at any moment. They'd see Neal's loosened tie, the bulge of his erection and they'd see El's naked legs, her dress hiked up to her knees while she half sat-half balanced on a small white end table, Neal between her thighs like he belonged.
He bent down and kissed El's neck; a slow nibble followed by a brief sting of teeth. She panted and groaned and as he felt her muscles tighten, the hair on the back of his neck stood up. Someone was watching them. He turned and met Peter's eyes. They stared at each other as Neal finger fucked El into another orgasm that had her clutching at his vest while her legs tried to draw him closer.
He watched as Peter studied them, his eyes drawn to Elizabeth then back to Neal over and over. Neal kept his eyes on Peter’s as he pulled his fingers away and raised them to his mouth. He smirked when Peter’s nose flared as he tried to catch the scent of his wife.
Neal licked his fingers slowly and smiled as Peter took a few steps and grabbed the fingers for himself. His eyes promised heat and revenge as he lapped at them before grabbing Neal’s head to pull him closer. Their mouths met and Neal submitted to the lust that washed over him and added to his own.
Neal flinched at the same time Peter did and they stopped kissing as El massaged them both through their pants. Her clothes were back in place, but her eyes radiated satisfaction coupled with a hint of growing arousal. Neal laughed as Peter leaned down and kissed her before murmuring, “you two will be the death of me, I swear.”
Her laughter joined Neal’s as she let them go and walked towards an exit, one finger gesturing for them to follow. “But honey, you’d go with a smile on your face!”
The cold air hit Neal’s face and he kept laughing all the way home.
*Subtitle is a 80's song by Rockwell