FIC: Playing By the Numbers (2/?) (White Collar) Mature
Title: Playing By the Numbers
Author: Prentice
Fandom: White Collar
Pairing: Neal Caffery/Peter Burke
Disclaimer: I don’t own it, but if I did, something like this would have probably happened.
Spoilers: For the entire series, just to be safe.
Author's Note: Yay! for being able to write something again!
Summary: The first time Peter Burke sleeps with Neal Caffery, it’s a few weeks after being assigned the younger man’s case, his superiors hoping that he’ll cross the T’s and dot the I’s on this thing before it gets anymore out of hand.
Second
The second time Peter sleeps with Neal, he still thinks he's Kyle, and doesn't question the 'hows' and 'whys' of the situation because it makes sense, seeing Kyle again, and he's happy about it. Happier than he's been in a long, long time, and he makes it a point not to think too closely about that. He just wants to enjoy it; the warm rush of feeling he gets when he claps eyes on the other man.
Kyle’s holding an umbrella over his head, dark blue, and smiles widely when their eyes meet across a crowd of busy New Yorkers. There’s no tension, no practiced blankness in his gaze, as if he’s trying to pretend he’s never seen Peter before, and Peter doesn’t hesitate to ask him out to lunch because maybe this is exactly what he needs right now. He needs a distraction, some time away from this Caffrey thing, and, more importantly, needs to see those eyes and that smile again, up close and personal.
They eat barbecue beef sandwiches at a deli down the street from the bank Caffrey cashed in his forged bonds at and Kyle -- Neal -- blows him in the warm confines of his four-door sedan. They're on a side street, tucked away from curious eyes and random passersby, disguised by a torrential downpour that hasn't let up. Neal is licking and sucking his cock like it's a piece of candy he can't get enough of, and Peter threads his fingers into his silky hair, petting and encouraging until he comes with a growl that's half pleasure, half frustration because he wanted it to last longer.
He kisses Neal when the younger man sits up; lips swollen and cheeks flushed, sweeping his tongue inside his mouth like he owns it. He tastes himself there, and groans low and deep when he realizes Neal swallowed and that they didn't use a condom. They should have and it was stupid and careless not to, but he can't bring himself to give a damn now or when he palms Neal's cock free of its confines and swallows it down to the root.
It isn't easy. Jaw muscles he hasn't used in years strain under the sudden stretch and he knows he'll be paying for it come morning, but it's worth it to hear the startled shout that leaves Neal's lips and the way he suddenly grasps at Peter, startled and frantic, and tries to keep his hips from jerking up and up. It's worth it to hear Neal moan his name when not two seconds later he's flooding Peter's mouth with his come and curling over him.
They part after that with a kiss and a promise, and Peter jumps back into his case with a kind of vigor he hasn't had in years, loose limbed and confident that he can catch Caffrey before the next forged bond makes its way into the system.
Author: Prentice
Fandom: White Collar
Pairing: Neal Caffery/Peter Burke
Disclaimer: I don’t own it, but if I did, something like this would have probably happened.
Spoilers: For the entire series, just to be safe.
Author's Note: Yay! for being able to write something again!
Summary: The first time Peter Burke sleeps with Neal Caffery, it’s a few weeks after being assigned the younger man’s case, his superiors hoping that he’ll cross the T’s and dot the I’s on this thing before it gets anymore out of hand.
Second
The second time Peter sleeps with Neal, he still thinks he's Kyle, and doesn't question the 'hows' and 'whys' of the situation because it makes sense, seeing Kyle again, and he's happy about it. Happier than he's been in a long, long time, and he makes it a point not to think too closely about that. He just wants to enjoy it; the warm rush of feeling he gets when he claps eyes on the other man.
Kyle’s holding an umbrella over his head, dark blue, and smiles widely when their eyes meet across a crowd of busy New Yorkers. There’s no tension, no practiced blankness in his gaze, as if he’s trying to pretend he’s never seen Peter before, and Peter doesn’t hesitate to ask him out to lunch because maybe this is exactly what he needs right now. He needs a distraction, some time away from this Caffrey thing, and, more importantly, needs to see those eyes and that smile again, up close and personal.
They eat barbecue beef sandwiches at a deli down the street from the bank Caffrey cashed in his forged bonds at and Kyle -- Neal -- blows him in the warm confines of his four-door sedan. They're on a side street, tucked away from curious eyes and random passersby, disguised by a torrential downpour that hasn't let up. Neal is licking and sucking his cock like it's a piece of candy he can't get enough of, and Peter threads his fingers into his silky hair, petting and encouraging until he comes with a growl that's half pleasure, half frustration because he wanted it to last longer.
He kisses Neal when the younger man sits up; lips swollen and cheeks flushed, sweeping his tongue inside his mouth like he owns it. He tastes himself there, and groans low and deep when he realizes Neal swallowed and that they didn't use a condom. They should have and it was stupid and careless not to, but he can't bring himself to give a damn now or when he palms Neal's cock free of its confines and swallows it down to the root.
It isn't easy. Jaw muscles he hasn't used in years strain under the sudden stretch and he knows he'll be paying for it come morning, but it's worth it to hear the startled shout that leaves Neal's lips and the way he suddenly grasps at Peter, startled and frantic, and tries to keep his hips from jerking up and up. It's worth it to hear Neal moan his name when not two seconds later he's flooding Peter's mouth with his come and curling over him.
They part after that with a kiss and a promise, and Peter jumps back into his case with a kind of vigor he hasn't had in years, loose limbed and confident that he can catch Caffrey before the next forged bond makes its way into the system.