Fic: Your Alarm Bells
Title: Your Alarm Bells
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Neal/Peter
Spoilers: None
Warnings, Triggers, Enticements: Implied torture, electrocution; also: frottage, because I’m good like that. And way melodramatic - you may want to avert your eyes…
Word Count: ~800 words
Summary: Neal and Peter are being held captive by persons unknown. They find comfort in each other’s arms.
A/N: For coffeethyme4me , who prompted me with: “Neal is tortured by some Bad Guy, and part of it was submerging him in ice water. Peter has to warm him with his naked hot body!!” delish! Also fills the electrocution box on my HC Bingo card, so I've got that going...
The lights came on overhead, bright, obscene. Peter ducked his head, hid his eyes under his arm. The glare was too much.
There was a screeching of metal on metal as the door to the cell was pulled open. Peter chanced a glimpse under his arm, then hid his face again. They didn’t like it when he looked at them, but they were dragging something with them - a man, he realized. They threw him to the floor and slammed the cell door shut.
“Neal!” he gasped, and scrambled to his partner’s side on hands and knees.
Neal lay still, unmoving. He was completely naked and nearly dripping wet. In the seconds before the lights went out, Peter also noticed the electrical burns that marred his chest, abdomen, groin.
“Neal! Oh my God, Neal!” he said, his hands fluttering around his head, his throat. Soon, his eyes became accustomed to the gloom once more, and he could see that Neal was stirring.
“Peter? Peter, you’re alive!” Neal said, shaking. Peter cradled his lover’s head in his lap.
“It’s been so long!” Peter whispered. “What have they done to you? Where have you been?”
Neal just shook his head, trembling. “No,” he said. “No.”
“What?”
“It’s not…it’s best you don’t know.”
“You’re ice-cold!” Peter observed. Neal was shivering so violently, his teeth clattered together.
“Ice water,” he gasped, trying to clench his teeth together. “I thought they were going to drown me!”
Peter pulled the sweatshirt he wore off over his head and draped it around Neal’s back and shoulders. He lay down beside him and took him into his arms, hoping the skin-on-skin contact would warm Neal. They lay together, Neal’s head against Peter’s chest until his shuddering began to subside.
Neal pressed his lips against Peter’s sternum. “I was afraid I’d never see you again,” he said quietly. Peter put his index finger under Neal’s chin and angled his head back, then kissed him.
“Me too,” he breathed. “What do they want? Did they say what they wanted?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know.”
Peter clutched Neal to him so tight, he knew he was hurting him. But Neal didn’t flinch, instead gripping onto Peter tighter, his hands grasping at Peter’s neck.
“They never talked to me. That was almost the worst part - they never said.” Neal buried his face in Peter’s chest.
Peter bent his head and pressed kisses to Neal’s ear, his neck, and again pulled Neal’s face up to his and kissed him. Neal opened his mouth to him and Peter could taste tears on his lips, in his mouth, as his breath hitched on a sob. Peter reared his head back to try to see him, but Neal’s eyes were shut tight, his mouth seeking him out desperately, as if Peter’s kisses were the only thing keeping him from falling apart.
And for all Peter knew, they were.
Neal’s hands moved down Peter’s body to his waist, and fumbled with the drawstring on his sweatpants.
“Neal?”
“Please, Peter, I just need -“ Neal reached his hands down Peter’s pants, pushing them down as he laid his palm on Peter’s cock. He grabbed it at the root and began stroking, and soon Peter was hard and straining up into Neal’s hand. Neal repositioned his hips upward, lining them up with Peter’s as his own hard cock slid into his grasp. Peter gasped at the sudden contact, but reached his own hand down and cupped both of their dicks as Neal slid his length up and down. Neal pressed his body up against him, buried his face in the crook of Peter’s neck, breathing hoarse and ragged as he rutted against Peter.
Peter took his left hand and placed it along Neal’s face, the thumb caressing his cheekbone as he peered into his eyes in the near darkness. He placed kisses on Neal’s eyelids as they worked against each other. Neal came first, with a cry that Peter stifled with a kiss.
They held each other for a long time - how long, Peter couldn’t tell. But he knew Neal was warm now, and calm, and safe with him, for the moment at least.
“They’ve got to be looking for us, right? The team, I mean?” Peter said into the silence, finally.
“If that’s what you need to believe, Peter. If that’s what you need.”
“It’s what I need us both to believe, Neal.” Peter said.
“It sounds nice, but…” Neal’s head lolled against Peter’s chest. He tightened his arms around Neal’s shoulders and rested his chin on his head.
“I’ll always keep you safe, Neal,” Peter whispered, peering out into the dark room, prepared to protect Neal if their captors returned.
“I know you will. I know you'll try.”
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