Title: Dependent
Author:
turtlebaby_02Fandom: White Collar
Written For:
mmom 2014
Characters (Pairings): Peter/Neal
Rating: R
Word Count: 330
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. I'm just playing.Author's Notes: Playing catch-up at the end again.
He'd always had a high sex drive, needing a little more than his lover was willing to supply wasn't a new thing; honestly sometimes be enjoyed a quick wank in the shower just as much as a blowjob after supper.
He kind of missed it actually.
Not that he was complaining, mind you. The fact that he had two lovers now who were absolutely not afraid to play singles and tag team to keep up with him - it was good thing. It was a damned great thing.
But he hadn't gotten himself off, well not while he was alone, in almost a month. He'd tried when they'd gone upstate for the weekend; he'd settled back into his own bed with memories of Peter and El and a bottle of lube, but his poor cock had just stirred sadly and refused to be woken for anything less than the two people his heart was currently missing.
So he picked up the phone and Peter had laughed a little before heading outdoors and talking him through it. He had come with a grunt to his lovers coaching and groaned. "I think you've wrecked me, Peter."
Another laugh. "Good."
"It's good that I'm orgasm-dependant on you?"
His voice dropped and fire swirled deep in Neal's belly. "I like it."
"You would." He closed his eyes and scooted down to lay flat on the mattress. "Pervert."
"Sleep." Peter commanded. "We'll be back tomorrow and you're going to need your rest."
His voice held a promise and Neal perked up. "Have you got something in mind?"
"Since I'm the keeper of the climax, I think I want to know how high you can climb before I let you fall." He said it like he was talking about the weather. "And how often."
Neal swallowed. "Jesus."
"Peter, actually." He replied with a chuckle. "But you can call me whatever you want."
"Cocky bastard." But he was grinning. "I'm holding you to your word."
"We'll see you tomorrow.”
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