Deuces to Me Are All Aces 5/6
White Collar
Peter/Neal, NC-17. Finally.
Title is borrowed from Hoagy Carmichael's song, "I May Be Wrong".
None of these characters are mine, but they are having a fabulous time.
Peter shivered in the night air as Neal slid the shirt off his shoulders, and laid it alongside the tie. Then Neal stepped back, for a moment, just to take a look. “You look amazing Peter. Very solid.”
“Oh, thanks,” Peter huffed out a surprised laugh. “Just what I’ve always wanted.”
“It’s one of the best things about you. How very solid you are. When you’re here, I can always count on you to be present in the moment.” He ran one finger down Peter’s chest, gently. Peter sighed, and moved his hands to his waistband. “Whoa, whoa, Peter. Slow down.”
“Sorry.” Peter was abashed. “I just thought… I don’t know what I thought.”
“Hey, I’d love to see you naked. Just the thought of it makes me happy.” He smiled. “But let’s not hurry things, okay? It’s all only new to us once.” He smiled. “There’s so much more we should do first. Like…kissing.” He pressed his lips to the side of Peter’s neck. “Here.”
His shoulder. “Here.” Lightly running his tongue along the shell of his ear. “Here,” he whispered. “And maybe…here.” His lips touched Peter’s gently, then with more force, and Peter responded, kissing back with passion, pulling Neal closer to him, sliding his hands around and beneath Neal’s sweater, reveling in the feel of the smooth warmth of it against his bare chest. Neal tasted of bitter chocolate, and wine, and something indefinably Neal.
Peter pulled back. “Should we go inside?”
“Feeling the cold?”
“Feeling naked. I’m a private guy.”
Neal kissed him again, then pulled back. “Follow me.” He gathered up Peter’s clothes with a flourish. Peter followed, then hesitated at the door. Sensing it, Neal turned back, and raised his eyebrows, asking an unasked question.
“Y’know, Neal, I’m stepping over a major line here.” He eyed the door. “If I step over it, I can’t undo it.”
“I know. If I’m asking too much, tell me. We’ll stop right now, and go back to status quo. If that’s what you want.”
“What do you want?”
“I want to make you feel good. Really, really good. For a long time.”
“Are we talking hours, here, or…years?”
“If I’d wanted a quick one-night fuck, Peter, I would probably not choose the guy who can send me back to prison for four years.”
“Maybe I’m the one looking for a quick fuck.”
Neal’s cheeks colored. “You’re not even going to try and sell that one, are you?”
Peter’s shoulders slumped. “No.” He stepped toward Neal, off the roof. “Lead the way.”
In Neal’s room, Peter felt even more naked than before.
“Can I ask if you’ve...”
“You know I haven’t.” Peter’s voice was a little hoarse.
“Just checking.” Neal came up behind him, and whispered in his ear. “I like that you haven’t. Makes me feel…possessive.”
Peter turned and kissed him, this time touching Neal freely, stroking his sweater, running his fingers down his hip, feeling the flex of the muscle there. He then slid his fingers beneath the sweater, and pulled it up, ducking down to kiss Neal’s chest as he slid his sweater up and off. “God, I love the way you taste.”
Neal sighed, then twisted his fingers in Peter’s hair, gently pulling him up to kiss him - this time fiercely. He drew back after a moment, taking in a deep breath. “Would you rather take your pants off, or leave them on?”
Peter unbuttoned and unzipped them, dropping them to the ground, leaving him only in a pair of blue Oxford boxers.
“Guess that answers that.” Neal did the same, dropping his pants and stepping out of them to reveal a pair of black silk shorts that did nothing to hide his hard cock. “If you’re not okay - if I do something you don’t like - tell me, okay? Don’t just ‘cowboy up’ and not say anything.” Neal gave a ghost of a smile, but his eyes were intent. “Got it?”
“I got it. But once I’m in, I’m in, okay? You know me. You know that about me. What I want to know from you, Neal … are you in?”
Neal gulped. “I, uh, I want to be. All in.” He dropped his shorts, and stood naked before Peter. “Is wanting enough?”
Peter bit his lip. “I guess it’ll have to be.”
“Bed, or here?”
Peter moistened his lips, his tongue darting across them. “Bed.” He followed as Neal walked toward the bed, watching the slope of his back, his gaze sliding down to the curve of his ass, down his legs to the blinking black anklet decorating Neal’s ankle.
Neal turned, sat on the bed, smoothing the cover a few times before looking up. “Sorry it’s so small. I’d like….” He looked up to Peter. “I’d like to spread you out on a big bed, and taste every part of you. But, like everything else in here, it isn’t mine.”
Peter stepped closer. “Not everything.’ He leaned in and kissed him, tasting his lips again. “What can I do for you, Neal? Touch you? Taste you? Lick you?’
“Peter. Keep talking like that and you may not need to do anything.”
“What did you miss most?”
Neal look was open and unguarded. “Human contact.”
“Okay then.” Peter sat down beside him, and ran his hands down his chest, then down his thigh, to cup his cock. Neal froze, then exhaled slowly through his mouth. “This okay?”
“I’m just trying to keep from coming before anything actually happens,” Neal gritted out, his hips bucking his cock up into Peter’s palm.
“S’okay Neal. I want to see you come.”
Neal thrust up again. “This is going to be over way too soon.”
“Hey - you’ve got almost four years of sexual frustration going. I think you’re entitled to a few times where you come your brains out, and then we wait a little bit, and then do it again.” Peter took his hand away, and licked it, then replaced it on Neal’s cock, sliding his hand around, firming his grip. “We have plenty of time, Neal.”
He looked to Neal to see him watching Peter intently. “You promise?” Peter kept his hand moving, and saw Neal’s lips part, his pupils blown wide, his breath coming in short pants. He felt a rush of power that went straight to his cock that he could do this - he could make Neal look this hazy with pleasure.
“Gonna come, Peter.” On impulse, Peter stopped stroking, and leaned forward to kiss Neal, open mouthed and messy, pushing him slowly back onto the bed. Neal groaned, and pressed himself against Peter’s hand in frustration.
“Okay, okay.” He resumed his stroking, firmer, harder, trying to angle his hand just the right way, and was amazed to see Neal’s hips flex off the bed in response. Peter’s voice held a hint of wonder. “Oh, my God. Neal.”
At the sound of his name, Neal gave a guttural groan and came, warm over Peter’s fingers, onto his chest. After a moment he sighed in contentment, and turned his head toward Peter. “Thank you.”
“It was,” Peter said thickly, “my pleasure.” Slowly, he disengaged his hand, and brought it closer to his face, and looked at it curiously, covered in come. Thoughtfully, he touched his tongue to his finger, gingerly tasting.
“God, it’s a good thing I’ve already come, or I think my head would explode about now.” Neal sighed. “Although I have to say - that was bold of you.”
“What - you think I don’t know your medical history, too?” Peter quirked an eyebrow. “I’m not suicidal.”
“Well, in that case, taste it again.”
Eyes darkening, Peter did just that, licking a wide stripe down his palm. “Tastes like you.”
Neal sat up, pulled his legs up to pull off his socks, leaving him with only the blinking leg jewelry.
“How’s it feel to have stepped over the line?”
“At the moment? Hot, and a little frustrating.”
“Ah.” Neal smile was slow. “You’re suggesting that maybe I should do something with that?” He gestured toward Peter’s shorts, the front damp and almost see-through. “If you want to leave them on, it’s okay, Peter.”
“What? No. I was mostly so focused on you that I forgot. I’m…. Okay, I’m a little nervous.” He stood. “Nobody else has seen me naked in, uh, 12 years?” He scratched his head. “Let me go wash off - I’ll be right back.”
He returned to find Neal still naked, and lighting a few candles by the bed. “Romantic at heart, remember?” Neal smiled. He went to turn the lights off in the loft, leaving on only a few small ones, plunging the room into candlelight. “Now - how’s that?” He gestured to the bed, turned down.
“Whoa.” Peter walked toward the bed, and stopped to kiss Neal thoroughly, feeling himself growing harder by the second. Neal took his hand, ran it down Peter’s chest, down to cup his erection, straining against the soft blue fabric. Neal sighed, and dropped his head, watching Neal’s hand cup and touch him.
He looked to the turned down bed, and the candles, then looked back to Neal, and said, “No flowers?”
Neal’s grin was slow. “I’ll see what I can do about that for next time.” Peter answered with a slow smile, and a sigh as Neal’s caress grew more insistent.
“God, I like the sound of that. ‘Next time.’” He put a hand over Neal’s. “Help me slide my shorts off?”
“Gladly.” Neal’s hands slid up and under the waistband, and then slid them slowly down, gently disengaging them from Peter’s damp cock. He set kisses along Peter’s chest, along his hip, before kneeling and looking up at Peter. “Can I…can I taste you, Peter?”
Peter’s eyes were dark, and unreadable. “Only if…I want to see your face when you do it. I want to know it’s you.” He thought for a minute, then sat down onto the bed, then eased back until he was lying down. “How’s this?” His look was hopeful.
“I love seeing you all laid out for me, Peter. The better to torment, I mean, touch you.” His smile was brilliant.
“Do whatever you want, Neal.” He propped his arms behind his head, watching intently. “I’m yours.”
Neal took him seriously, first touching, then moving to licking and tasting, finding sensitive places Peter didn’t even know he had. He was shifting on the bed, thrusting his cock into air, finally resorting to moaning in frustration. “Please, Neal. Please?”
“Ah, begging. Music to my ears.” Neal’s grin was devilish, his eyes bright. Finally his mouth closed onto Peter’s cock, hot and tight, and Peter bucked up, into the heat of it.
“Sorry. Sorry, Neal.” Peter gripped his pillow. “Just want…need to come.”
“Shhh. S’okay. Do what comes naturally, Peter. Don’t apologize.” Peter’s hips snapped up again, and Neal met him. Peter closed his eyes and flung his head back, then with effort, sat up on his elbows, watching. “I want to see you.” Neal made eye contact, and his eyes were still the same keen gaze that Peter knew, but hotter. Deeper, somehow. Peter’s breath came in pants, and he gasped out, “Not much longer.” He flung himself back onto the bed, arching his spine. “Neal!” The name was a cry as Peter came. Neal continued to lick and suck him until he finished. Then Neal slid up Peter’s body slowly, blanketed him with his body, and kissed him. It was bitter and messy and …perfect.
Neal slid over to the side. Peter made room for him, rolling to face him in the small bed. “That was…guh.” Peter shrugged, running a finger down Neal’s arm. “Having trouble stringing together sentences.” Neal’s gaze was amused, and warm.
“I’d second that emotion.” He cradled his head in the crook of his arm. “Worth waiting seven years for.”
“You can’t tell me that you wanted me for seven years, Neal. That’s a bit of a stretch.” Neal’s expression didn’t change. “Oh, c’mon.”
“Well, okay. Probably more like five.”
Peter rolled his eyes. “Right.”
“Really,” Neal’s smile was a slow burn. “You know where the biggest erogenous zone is, right? It’s not between your legs, although your equipment there is awfully nice.” He tapped Peter’s forehead. “The brain. I’d never had a better opponent than you, Peter. The excitement of that…c’mon. I would’ve totally done you at any point after the chase got really good.”
“But now I’m not chasing you.”
“No. After I got out…I think it was the other way around.” He hesitated for a minute, then looked back up. “I know it’s not the most comfortable place ever, but can you stay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I can stay.” He wrapped his arm around Neal, pulling them closer together. “I’d rather stay.”