MMOM Day 3 Fic: Because I said so
Title: Because I said so
Author: turtlebaby_02
Fandom: White Collar
Written For: MMOM 2013
Rating: NC-17 (yes? I think so!)
Characters/Pairings: Neal Caffrey/Peter Burke
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 420
A/N: So, yes. Did I cross the NC-17 line? I don't even know. How explicit does smut have to be to cross it? Maybe this is like an R that should come with a strong warning of boy!sex. Idk. Also? I'm pretty sure I'm forcing my voyeurism kink onto poor Peter. Not that I think he minds.
"Peter." Neal's voice was a strained whine. "Peter, please."
Peter's low chuckle came from his left and Neal turned his head toward it, hoping Peter would see the need on his face even if he couldn't see his eyes. "Not yet, buddy. Not when you're so beautiful with your cock in your hand."
Neal grit his teeth and dropped his chin to his chest, the movement of his hand slowing in time to his breath, trying to control his body's need for release. "I can't..." He panted and squeezed the base hard to control the wave of pleasure as Peter's lips found the spot behind his ear that drives him crazy. "Fuck."
"Yes, you can, baby. Because I want you to." Neal felt Peter step a little closer, his cock pressed against his arm, his fist bumping against Neal's arm at the top of every stroke.
Neal tried to suppress the groan that escaped at the image he couldn't see but knew. Peter standing beside him, cock in hand, matching him stroke for stroke. He sucked in a breath and worked his fist a little faster, both amused and aroused when the bump against his arm was off for one, two, three strokes before Peter's breath hitched and he caught the new rhythm.
"Jesus, Neal. The things you do to me." Peter's tone was less controlled than before, his words punctuated with gasps.
This time when Neal slowed his fist the man at his side didn't match him. "Come, Peter. Please."
He gasped as Peter's other hand grasped at his shoulder and he came with a clench of his fingers, hard enough to bruise. "Fuck, Neal."
The feeling of Peter's cum, laying in hot ribbons across his torso was enough to unhinge him, but he didn't. He held his hand tight around his cock and panted. "Now, Peter? Please. I need... I need..." He thrust his hips against his hand, against his own will and knew he was fighting a losing battle. "I'm going to... please."
Then Peter was behind him, slipping the blindfold off and placing kisses along his neck and jaw, his hands slipping over his shoulders to palm his nipples. And then finally, his voice, hot against his ear. "Do it."
He tilted his head back where it rested against Peter's shoulder. He loosened the hold on the base of his cock and two strokes was all it took before he came with a shudder and a cry, his lover's name tumbling off his lips like a prayer.
Author: turtlebaby_02
Fandom: White Collar
Written For: MMOM 2013
Rating: NC-17 (yes? I think so!)
Characters/Pairings: Neal Caffrey/Peter Burke
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 420
A/N: So, yes. Did I cross the NC-17 line? I don't even know. How explicit does smut have to be to cross it? Maybe this is like an R that should come with a strong warning of boy!sex. Idk. Also? I'm pretty sure I'm forcing my voyeurism kink onto poor Peter. Not that I think he minds.
"Peter." Neal's voice was a strained whine. "Peter, please."
Peter's low chuckle came from his left and Neal turned his head toward it, hoping Peter would see the need on his face even if he couldn't see his eyes. "Not yet, buddy. Not when you're so beautiful with your cock in your hand."
Neal grit his teeth and dropped his chin to his chest, the movement of his hand slowing in time to his breath, trying to control his body's need for release. "I can't..." He panted and squeezed the base hard to control the wave of pleasure as Peter's lips found the spot behind his ear that drives him crazy. "Fuck."
"Yes, you can, baby. Because I want you to." Neal felt Peter step a little closer, his cock pressed against his arm, his fist bumping against Neal's arm at the top of every stroke.
Neal tried to suppress the groan that escaped at the image he couldn't see but knew. Peter standing beside him, cock in hand, matching him stroke for stroke. He sucked in a breath and worked his fist a little faster, both amused and aroused when the bump against his arm was off for one, two, three strokes before Peter's breath hitched and he caught the new rhythm.
"Jesus, Neal. The things you do to me." Peter's tone was less controlled than before, his words punctuated with gasps.
This time when Neal slowed his fist the man at his side didn't match him. "Come, Peter. Please."
He gasped as Peter's other hand grasped at his shoulder and he came with a clench of his fingers, hard enough to bruise. "Fuck, Neal."
The feeling of Peter's cum, laying in hot ribbons across his torso was enough to unhinge him, but he didn't. He held his hand tight around his cock and panted. "Now, Peter? Please. I need... I need..." He thrust his hips against his hand, against his own will and knew he was fighting a losing battle. "I'm going to... please."
Then Peter was behind him, slipping the blindfold off and placing kisses along his neck and jaw, his hands slipping over his shoulders to palm his nipples. And then finally, his voice, hot against his ear. "Do it."
He tilted his head back where it rested against Peter's shoulder. He loosened the hold on the base of his cock and two strokes was all it took before he came with a shudder and a cry, his lover's name tumbling off his lips like a prayer.