MMOM: Day 01 Fic: A Question
Title: A Question
Author: Turtlebaby_02
Fandom: White Collar
Written For: MMOM 2013
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Neal Caffrey/Peter Burke (implied P/E/N)
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: 400
A/N: So, I thought I'd give this a shot. I've never written smut for any fandom I've been in. Never. So this? This is me getting my toes wet. Maybe by the end of the month I'll have worked my way up to a NC-17 rating for the first time ever. Also, I can tell you now I most likely won't hit all 31 days. But I'll give it a good effort.
"Peter?"
"Hmm?" He didn't even lift his eyes off the file in front of him.
"Peter."
He rolled his eyes before glancing up, giving his partner a second of attention before he went back to the folder. "What, Neal?"
"Do you ever think about me when you masturbate?"
That got his attention and he lifted his head sharply, eyes sliding to the open door. "Excuse me?"
"Masturbate. You know, play a little five-on-one? Choke the chicken? Prime your pump? Rub one out?" Neal had a wicked grin inching its way across his face. "Do you think of me when you take matters into your own hands?"
All Peter could do was blink. And swallow. And hey, blinking again. "Um. This is not the place." He was far to aware of Diana standing less than three feet from his door.
"Elizabeth does. When she does. And of you too, of course. Probably, you know, together." He bit at his bottom lip and his gaze was incredibly intense. "Our girl is far more upfront about self pleasuring than you are."
Peter coughed. "Why are we having this discussion?"
"Curiosity, mostly." Neal grinned and settled back in his chair. "I think about you."
"Oh." That was all he could get out over the wave of pleasure that washed over him and settled in his cock. "I..."
Neal looked over to the door and dropped his voice to just above a whisper. "It's always better when it's your hand I imagine stroking me."
"I... yeah. Yeah it is. I do. Jesus." He shifted in his seat.
Neal stood and shoved his hands deep into his pockets. "I'm going to the 3rd floor men's room." He tone was still teasing but his eyes were dark with arousal.
Peter was on his feet before he realized he was moving. "Yeah?" Before his mind could remind him that office sex was a bad idea.
Neal turned to walk away but stopped at the door to look over his shoulder. "Wanna come... cuff a con?"
"Euphemisms should not be that hot." Peter hastily gathered his coat, draping it over his arm, and holding it protectively over his groin. He shut the office door behind him harder than he meant to and dismissed the odd look Diana shot him with a wave of his hand. "Dull day. Early lunch." He took the steps as quick as he could and followed Neal's laughter all the way to the waiting elevator.
Author: Turtlebaby_02
Fandom: White Collar
Written For: MMOM 2013
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Neal Caffrey/Peter Burke (implied P/E/N)
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: 400
A/N: So, I thought I'd give this a shot. I've never written smut for any fandom I've been in. Never. So this? This is me getting my toes wet. Maybe by the end of the month I'll have worked my way up to a NC-17 rating for the first time ever. Also, I can tell you now I most likely won't hit all 31 days. But I'll give it a good effort.
"Peter?"
"Hmm?" He didn't even lift his eyes off the file in front of him.
"Peter."
He rolled his eyes before glancing up, giving his partner a second of attention before he went back to the folder. "What, Neal?"
"Do you ever think about me when you masturbate?"
That got his attention and he lifted his head sharply, eyes sliding to the open door. "Excuse me?"
"Masturbate. You know, play a little five-on-one? Choke the chicken? Prime your pump? Rub one out?" Neal had a wicked grin inching its way across his face. "Do you think of me when you take matters into your own hands?"
All Peter could do was blink. And swallow. And hey, blinking again. "Um. This is not the place." He was far to aware of Diana standing less than three feet from his door.
"Elizabeth does. When she does. And of you too, of course. Probably, you know, together." He bit at his bottom lip and his gaze was incredibly intense. "Our girl is far more upfront about self pleasuring than you are."
Peter coughed. "Why are we having this discussion?"
"Curiosity, mostly." Neal grinned and settled back in his chair. "I think about you."
"Oh." That was all he could get out over the wave of pleasure that washed over him and settled in his cock. "I..."
Neal looked over to the door and dropped his voice to just above a whisper. "It's always better when it's your hand I imagine stroking me."
"I... yeah. Yeah it is. I do. Jesus." He shifted in his seat.
Neal stood and shoved his hands deep into his pockets. "I'm going to the 3rd floor men's room." He tone was still teasing but his eyes were dark with arousal.
Peter was on his feet before he realized he was moving. "Yeah?" Before his mind could remind him that office sex was a bad idea.
Neal turned to walk away but stopped at the door to look over his shoulder. "Wanna come... cuff a con?"
"Euphemisms should not be that hot." Peter hastily gathered his coat, draping it over his arm, and holding it protectively over his groin. He shut the office door behind him harder than he meant to and dismissed the odd look Diana shot him with a wave of his hand. "Dull day. Early lunch." He took the steps as quick as he could and followed Neal's laughter all the way to the waiting elevator.