The Bet, Neal/Peter, White Collar
Title: The Bet
Author: penguingal
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Neal/Peter
Warnings: Apparent non-con
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not at all mine. This is not their intended usage.
Feedback: Always makes me smile.
A/n: Assume this is set sometime post series where there's no power issues between them anymore if it makes you feel better. :) Written for melissima's Anti V-Day challenge.
Neal couldn’t believe he’d ended up in this situation, naked and tied to one of the lounge chairs on June’s balcony. At least his assailant had put him in the sun to keep him from getting too cold in the shade. He never saw the man who jumped him inside his apartment, and when the man was finished, he’d very effectively bound and blindfolded him. The gentle breeze across his cock and balls was enough to stir his arousal, much to his distress.
“Look at you,” the man growled. “You’re such a slut you’ll get it up for any man who comes along, won’t you?”
“No,” Neal insisted. “Just one man.”
“Oh yeah?” Neal could hear the man sneer. “And what’s his name?”
“Peter. He’s supposed to be here soon.”
The man laughed. “Oh, don’t worry about us being interrupted. I’ve taken care of Peter.”
Neal could feel weight added to the chair just before rough hands caressed his chest, running down toward his groin. He tried to twist away from the sensation, but his restraints held fast. “Please… don’t do this. Just let me go. You really don’t want to be here when Peter finds me.”
“Why? Because he’s a big bad FBI agent?”
“Because he might forget he’s an FBI agent when it comes to the man threatening the man he loves,” Neal said, lifting his chin in defiance.
“And you love him just as fiercely?”
“I’d do anything for him,” Neal said. “I’d kill for him.”
The hands ran over his skin again, this time running all the way down to encircle his traitorous cock. Neal whimpered in protest, hating that he felt simultaneously vulnerable and turned on. “Stop. Please…” he begged, tugging at his bonds again.
“Shh,” Peter murmured in Neal’s ear. “I’ve got you, baby. It’s me.”
The tension Neal had been holding in his body immediately melted away and he giggled, wishing he could reach up and wrap his arms around his lover. “I knew it was.”
“You did not,” Peter accused, lazily stroking Neal’s cock now. “You were scared.”
“You really think I haven’t memorized exactly the way your hands feel on my body?” Neal replied, arching into the touch as much as he could. “No one could ever touch me the same way. Besides, you didn’t manage to cover up the smell of your soap. I knew you were here as soon as I walked into the room.”
“Dammit. I thought I had you.”
“You should know by now that you can’t win this bet. But I love that you keep trying,” Neal said. He sighed as Peter released him from his bonds, but stalled him from removing the blindfold. “Leave it on. I want to feel everything while you fuck me.”
Peter wordlessly flipped Neal over onto his stomach, covering him with his body. “One day you’ll tell me where this exhibitionist streak comes from,” he said. He’d placed lube nearby and didn’t hesitate to slick up and plunge three fingers deep inside him. “Because I want to keep this sight all to myself.”
Neal writhed on Peter’s fingers. The truth was Neal enjoyed poking at Peter’s possessive tendencies. It made him feel wanted. And okay, maybe he was a little bit of an exhibitionist. The idea that anonymous men and women could be spying on them from the surrounding buildings gave him a thrill. He didn’t care at all who saw them. “Peter!” he cried out as he was filled with Peter’s cock.
“Neal…” Peter groaned. He set a fast pace, knowing that after winning one of these little bets, all Neal really wanted was to come and come hard. It wasn’t long before Peter had to pull Neal to his knees so he could work his cock in time with his increasingly urgent thrusts.
Crying out, Neal shook apart under Peter’s assault. He thought for a moment that he had passed out from the pleasure, but he belatedly remembered that he was blindfolded. Breathing hard, he tried to get his heart rate to settle down, but Peter wasn’t done, still pounding into him hard and fast. For the first time, Neal wished he had soft sheets under him to wrap his hands in as he rode out Peter’s thrusts. Finally, Peter’s hands wrapped around his hips, fingertips digging into his sensitive skin, holding him close as he came.
Peter finally lowered Neal to the lounge chair, stroking a hand over his head and skin. “Better?”
“Better,” Neal said, letting himself be held in Peter’s arms, the sun shining down on them. He freed one hand and stripped the blindfold off, blinking in the sun. “So, same bet next month?”
“How about we lay off the betting for awhile?” Peter said, kissing Neal’s hair. “And just fuck like normal people.”
Author: penguingal
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Neal/Peter
Warnings: Apparent non-con
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not at all mine. This is not their intended usage.
Feedback: Always makes me smile.
A/n: Assume this is set sometime post series where there's no power issues between them anymore if it makes you feel better. :) Written for melissima's Anti V-Day challenge.
Neal couldn’t believe he’d ended up in this situation, naked and tied to one of the lounge chairs on June’s balcony. At least his assailant had put him in the sun to keep him from getting too cold in the shade. He never saw the man who jumped him inside his apartment, and when the man was finished, he’d very effectively bound and blindfolded him. The gentle breeze across his cock and balls was enough to stir his arousal, much to his distress.
“Look at you,” the man growled. “You’re such a slut you’ll get it up for any man who comes along, won’t you?”
“No,” Neal insisted. “Just one man.”
“Oh yeah?” Neal could hear the man sneer. “And what’s his name?”
“Peter. He’s supposed to be here soon.”
The man laughed. “Oh, don’t worry about us being interrupted. I’ve taken care of Peter.”
Neal could feel weight added to the chair just before rough hands caressed his chest, running down toward his groin. He tried to twist away from the sensation, but his restraints held fast. “Please… don’t do this. Just let me go. You really don’t want to be here when Peter finds me.”
“Why? Because he’s a big bad FBI agent?”
“Because he might forget he’s an FBI agent when it comes to the man threatening the man he loves,” Neal said, lifting his chin in defiance.
“And you love him just as fiercely?”
“I’d do anything for him,” Neal said. “I’d kill for him.”
The hands ran over his skin again, this time running all the way down to encircle his traitorous cock. Neal whimpered in protest, hating that he felt simultaneously vulnerable and turned on. “Stop. Please…” he begged, tugging at his bonds again.
“Shh,” Peter murmured in Neal’s ear. “I’ve got you, baby. It’s me.”
The tension Neal had been holding in his body immediately melted away and he giggled, wishing he could reach up and wrap his arms around his lover. “I knew it was.”
“You did not,” Peter accused, lazily stroking Neal’s cock now. “You were scared.”
“You really think I haven’t memorized exactly the way your hands feel on my body?” Neal replied, arching into the touch as much as he could. “No one could ever touch me the same way. Besides, you didn’t manage to cover up the smell of your soap. I knew you were here as soon as I walked into the room.”
“Dammit. I thought I had you.”
“You should know by now that you can’t win this bet. But I love that you keep trying,” Neal said. He sighed as Peter released him from his bonds, but stalled him from removing the blindfold. “Leave it on. I want to feel everything while you fuck me.”
Peter wordlessly flipped Neal over onto his stomach, covering him with his body. “One day you’ll tell me where this exhibitionist streak comes from,” he said. He’d placed lube nearby and didn’t hesitate to slick up and plunge three fingers deep inside him. “Because I want to keep this sight all to myself.”
Neal writhed on Peter’s fingers. The truth was Neal enjoyed poking at Peter’s possessive tendencies. It made him feel wanted. And okay, maybe he was a little bit of an exhibitionist. The idea that anonymous men and women could be spying on them from the surrounding buildings gave him a thrill. He didn’t care at all who saw them. “Peter!” he cried out as he was filled with Peter’s cock.
“Neal…” Peter groaned. He set a fast pace, knowing that after winning one of these little bets, all Neal really wanted was to come and come hard. It wasn’t long before Peter had to pull Neal to his knees so he could work his cock in time with his increasingly urgent thrusts.
Crying out, Neal shook apart under Peter’s assault. He thought for a moment that he had passed out from the pleasure, but he belatedly remembered that he was blindfolded. Breathing hard, he tried to get his heart rate to settle down, but Peter wasn’t done, still pounding into him hard and fast. For the first time, Neal wished he had soft sheets under him to wrap his hands in as he rode out Peter’s thrusts. Finally, Peter’s hands wrapped around his hips, fingertips digging into his sensitive skin, holding him close as he came.
Peter finally lowered Neal to the lounge chair, stroking a hand over his head and skin. “Better?”
“Better,” Neal said, letting himself be held in Peter’s arms, the sun shining down on them. He freed one hand and stripped the blindfold off, blinking in the sun. “So, same bet next month?”
“How about we lay off the betting for awhile?” Peter said, kissing Neal’s hair. “And just fuck like normal people.”