Fic: Truth or Dare - White Collar, Neal/Peter implied, PG
Something short I wrote here at comment-fic.
Title: Truth or Dare
Fandom: White Collar
Pairing(s): Peter/Elizabeth, implied Neal/Peter
Rating: PG
Summary: Peter's team members each share who they would "switch teams for". Peter would charge them all with entrapment, but then that would be telling, wouldn't it?
"I'd have to say... Diana," says Mozzie, and Diana raises her glass in thanks, even as Clinton calls a foul.
"Hey, we know you like women," Jones tells the little man, who snorts before sipping from his chardonnay.
"Yeah, like gender is the greatest determinate of compatibility." Mozzie casts a meaningful eye around him at all of the federal agents in his company, and the others laugh.
It's such a bad idea.
It's silly and pointless, and wildly unprofessional and-
"Peter... It's all in good fun." El winks at him when Peter sighs, which is sexy as hell, but does little to ease his fears. It's too late anyway. Mozzie started it, and now Peter can't put the genie back in the bottle.
"Okay, Diana, so how about you?" Neal moves the game along.
Peter knows what Diana's going to say before she says it from the way she rolls her eyes, and Neal knows it too. He's already clapping his hands together by the time she says, "Caffrey" and Jones boos emphatically.
Peter is never giving these people alcohol again.
"I knew it!" Neal coos, unecessarily pleased.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm still lesbian, Neal, so don't get any ideas."
"Seriously... a terrible idea."
"Oh, Peter."
El pokes him in the side, but Peter's too busy watching Clinton to apologize for being the spoilsport not joining in on everyone else's "fun."
Jones looks nervous suddenly. It's his turn, and he keeps glancing at Neal through the corner of his eye while Neal teases Diana about her confession - like he's worried about how Neal will react to his own answer. Peter gets a sinking feeling. Jones is simultaneously avoiding looking in Peter's direction, and it will be awkward enough, knowing that everyone on his team would sleep with Neal under the right circumstances. If Clinton's picked up on something that Peter had hoped he hadn't-
"Okay, it's gotta be somebody in the room, right?" Jones asks, like he needs to quantify the hypothetical nature of his repsonse. Peter wants desperately to say, 'No. No, it doesn't...' and save them both the discomfort.
But then Jones shocks the room speechless by saying, "Alright, then. Peter."
"Hmm?" Peter's heart thumps, thinking initially that Clinton's taking a time out and addressing him. Worried that Jones, inexplicably, has chosen this moment to call him out on- "Oh. Um... oh."
And then Jones at last meets his eyes, for a second, and Peter gets what kind of nervous his agent looks like. El squeals and Diana immediately begins giving Jones hell about having the 'hots' for his boss.
Mozzie tilts his head to the side as if he's thinking. "Huh. I could see it," he says, thoughtfully. (Peter misses the way Neal glares at his friend at that.)
"Alright, well, obviously I'm saying Diana... and not just because she's the only lady in the room," is El's reveal, which makes Peter's mind go blank for a moment (although he knew this about his wife... they've talked about it several times.) So it doesn't even occur to Peter, at first, to object when Neal blatantly skips him with a wink and a cheshire grin.
"Yes, well, I'm going to get my answer in now, so Peter can take his time trying to skip his turn after I've gotten mine out of the way," Neal tosses out the cheeky prelude to his part in the game.
"Oh, that's just unfair! Why does Peter get to skip?"
'And why is my wife trying to shush Diana,' Peter considers asking, bleary-minded. Then he considers forgoing the rest of the scotch in his glass before Neal begins, "Jones..."
Peter kills his glass, feeling ridiculous for the weight of disappointment settling into the pit of his stomach.
"...I guess great minds think alike," Neal continues. "Because I'm gonna say Peter, too."
Title: Truth or Dare
Fandom: White Collar
Pairing(s): Peter/Elizabeth, implied Neal/Peter
Rating: PG
Summary: Peter's team members each share who they would "switch teams for". Peter would charge them all with entrapment, but then that would be telling, wouldn't it?
"I'd have to say... Diana," says Mozzie, and Diana raises her glass in thanks, even as Clinton calls a foul.
"Hey, we know you like women," Jones tells the little man, who snorts before sipping from his chardonnay.
"Yeah, like gender is the greatest determinate of compatibility." Mozzie casts a meaningful eye around him at all of the federal agents in his company, and the others laugh.
It's such a bad idea.
It's silly and pointless, and wildly unprofessional and-
"Peter... It's all in good fun." El winks at him when Peter sighs, which is sexy as hell, but does little to ease his fears. It's too late anyway. Mozzie started it, and now Peter can't put the genie back in the bottle.
"Okay, Diana, so how about you?" Neal moves the game along.
Peter knows what Diana's going to say before she says it from the way she rolls her eyes, and Neal knows it too. He's already clapping his hands together by the time she says, "Caffrey" and Jones boos emphatically.
Peter is never giving these people alcohol again.
"I knew it!" Neal coos, unecessarily pleased.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm still lesbian, Neal, so don't get any ideas."
"Seriously... a terrible idea."
"Oh, Peter."
El pokes him in the side, but Peter's too busy watching Clinton to apologize for being the spoilsport not joining in on everyone else's "fun."
Jones looks nervous suddenly. It's his turn, and he keeps glancing at Neal through the corner of his eye while Neal teases Diana about her confession - like he's worried about how Neal will react to his own answer. Peter gets a sinking feeling. Jones is simultaneously avoiding looking in Peter's direction, and it will be awkward enough, knowing that everyone on his team would sleep with Neal under the right circumstances. If Clinton's picked up on something that Peter had hoped he hadn't-
"Okay, it's gotta be somebody in the room, right?" Jones asks, like he needs to quantify the hypothetical nature of his repsonse. Peter wants desperately to say, 'No. No, it doesn't...' and save them both the discomfort.
But then Jones shocks the room speechless by saying, "Alright, then. Peter."
"Hmm?" Peter's heart thumps, thinking initially that Clinton's taking a time out and addressing him. Worried that Jones, inexplicably, has chosen this moment to call him out on- "Oh. Um... oh."
And then Jones at last meets his eyes, for a second, and Peter gets what kind of nervous his agent looks like. El squeals and Diana immediately begins giving Jones hell about having the 'hots' for his boss.
Mozzie tilts his head to the side as if he's thinking. "Huh. I could see it," he says, thoughtfully. (Peter misses the way Neal glares at his friend at that.)
"Alright, well, obviously I'm saying Diana... and not just because she's the only lady in the room," is El's reveal, which makes Peter's mind go blank for a moment (although he knew this about his wife... they've talked about it several times.) So it doesn't even occur to Peter, at first, to object when Neal blatantly skips him with a wink and a cheshire grin.
"Yes, well, I'm going to get my answer in now, so Peter can take his time trying to skip his turn after I've gotten mine out of the way," Neal tosses out the cheeky prelude to his part in the game.
"Oh, that's just unfair! Why does Peter get to skip?"
'And why is my wife trying to shush Diana,' Peter considers asking, bleary-minded. Then he considers forgoing the rest of the scotch in his glass before Neal begins, "Jones..."
Peter kills his glass, feeling ridiculous for the weight of disappointment settling into the pit of his stomach.
"...I guess great minds think alike," Neal continues. "Because I'm gonna say Peter, too."