MMOM Day 7 FIC: A Spooky Thought
Title: A Spooky Thought
Author: turtlebaby_02
Fandom: White Collar
Written For: MMOM 2013
Rating: R (barely...)
Characters/Pairings: Neal Caffrey, Peter Burke
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 507
A/N: Blame my sister and her random internet findings for this one. I don't even know where this came from. I had 2 hours of sleep in two days and I found this entire thing far too amusing. So, crack? lol
Peter put the car in park and sighed. An accident on the bridge meant they were going to be sitting here awhile, the final stretch before home. They'd finally caught up with their crook after a 36 hour chase and neither he nor Neal had gotten any sleep in almost two days. He brought a hand up to cover a yawn.
"What if every time you yawned a ghost stuck his dick in your mouth?" Neal asked in a serious voice, completely out of the blue.
Peter tried to laugh mid yawn and it came out more as a snort. He looked over at his partner and laughed again at Neal's expression, his features serious, his eyes wide with curiosity. "What?" He looked away again in an attempt to stop the bubble of giggles he could feel forming.
"You would never even know." Was that wonder he was hearing? Clearly he wasn't the only one feeling the effects of the long days they'd just put in.
Peter couldn't control his laughter at that point and leaned his head back, resting it against the seat. "Buddy, I think these exhaust fumes are getting to you." He gasped out between girlish giggles.
Neal looked over with a pouty expression on his face. "Seriously, Peter. I may never yawn again." Even as he said it, one grew across his face and he brought his hand up to cover his mouth protectively.
By that time Peter was all but gasping for air, his face red and his arm draped over his ribs. He needed to stop and just breathe for a minute, but everytime he looked over at Neal he laughed a little harder. "So, you're telling me..." He sucked in a deep lungful of air. "You're telling me that not only do you believe in ghosts,"
Neal nodded. "I do. I've been through some of the most haunted areas in Europe. I can't deny some of the things I’ve seen."
"Ok. Ok. Lets say you're right. Ghosts." He fought back another peal of laughter against his hand. "And these ghosts are what? Just walking around perpetually masturbating?"
"Well, no." Neal cocked his head and seemed to ponder the idea.
"They almost have to be, wouldn't they? I mean, it's one thing to haunt me all day. But the idea that he's hovering around my face with his dick in his hand, hoping I'll yawn is just... Neal. Are you high right now?"
"No." He blinked. "But I think it's possible that I'm suffering from sleep deprivation."
Peter reached out and put a hand on his friends shoulder, pulling together the most serious expression he could muster. "Oh my god, Neal. If they are so hard up all day that they'll shove it in your mouth at a moments notice... what the hell are they doing to you while you sleep?"
Silence filled the car as Neal's face screwed into a look of horror and when Peter's laughter erupted again it was loud, uncontrollable and his ribs ached with effort.
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Author: turtlebaby_02
Fandom: White Collar
Written For: MMOM 2013
Rating: R (barely...)
Characters/Pairings: Neal Caffrey, Peter Burke
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 507
A/N: Blame my sister and her random internet findings for this one. I don't even know where this came from. I had 2 hours of sleep in two days and I found this entire thing far too amusing. So, crack? lol
Peter put the car in park and sighed. An accident on the bridge meant they were going to be sitting here awhile, the final stretch before home. They'd finally caught up with their crook after a 36 hour chase and neither he nor Neal had gotten any sleep in almost two days. He brought a hand up to cover a yawn.
"What if every time you yawned a ghost stuck his dick in your mouth?" Neal asked in a serious voice, completely out of the blue.
Peter tried to laugh mid yawn and it came out more as a snort. He looked over at his partner and laughed again at Neal's expression, his features serious, his eyes wide with curiosity. "What?" He looked away again in an attempt to stop the bubble of giggles he could feel forming.
"You would never even know." Was that wonder he was hearing? Clearly he wasn't the only one feeling the effects of the long days they'd just put in.
Peter couldn't control his laughter at that point and leaned his head back, resting it against the seat. "Buddy, I think these exhaust fumes are getting to you." He gasped out between girlish giggles.
Neal looked over with a pouty expression on his face. "Seriously, Peter. I may never yawn again." Even as he said it, one grew across his face and he brought his hand up to cover his mouth protectively.
By that time Peter was all but gasping for air, his face red and his arm draped over his ribs. He needed to stop and just breathe for a minute, but everytime he looked over at Neal he laughed a little harder. "So, you're telling me..." He sucked in a deep lungful of air. "You're telling me that not only do you believe in ghosts,"
Neal nodded. "I do. I've been through some of the most haunted areas in Europe. I can't deny some of the things I’ve seen."
"Ok. Ok. Lets say you're right. Ghosts." He fought back another peal of laughter against his hand. "And these ghosts are what? Just walking around perpetually masturbating?"
"Well, no." Neal cocked his head and seemed to ponder the idea.
"They almost have to be, wouldn't they? I mean, it's one thing to haunt me all day. But the idea that he's hovering around my face with his dick in his hand, hoping I'll yawn is just... Neal. Are you high right now?"
"No." He blinked. "But I think it's possible that I'm suffering from sleep deprivation."
Peter reached out and put a hand on his friends shoulder, pulling together the most serious expression he could muster. "Oh my god, Neal. If they are so hard up all day that they'll shove it in your mouth at a moments notice... what the hell are they doing to you while you sleep?"
Silence filled the car as Neal's face screwed into a look of horror and when Peter's laughter erupted again it was loud, uncontrollable and his ribs ached with effort.
.