elrhiarhodan

Title: A Wool-Silk Blend
For: MMOM - Thirty (One) Dirty Words 2012 - Prompt 003 - Suits
Author: elrhiarhodan
Fandom: White Collar
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Neal Caffrey
Spoilers/Episode References: S3.16 - Judgment Day
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: 300 Exactly
Summary: Of all his reunions, this one may be Neal’s favorite



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There are very specific things Neal misses about his life in New York (and Peter, Elizabeth and the Harvard Crew are not things, they’re people). At the top of the list are his suits - Byron’s suits. The clothing is more than just armor, or part of the legend that is Neal Caffrey. They’re an intrinsic part of who he is.

Neal is finally able to return to New York, to pick up the threads of his life again. It’s a strange moment - so unexpected, so perfect that it leaves him raw, flayed, at the edge of his emotions. There’s paperwork, of course. He’s back on the anklet, of course.

When it’s done and Peter takes him back to June’s and makes a very reluctant farewell, and June says goodnight, Neal has his own special reunion with his suits.

The closet smells of camphor and clean wool and shoe polish, with a slight hint balsam. The fragrance is enough to make him just a little hard. Neal doffs his shirt and slips on the jacket to the gray Devore, and he moans. The silk lining against his bare skin feels so good. He takes off his pants and the brush of the cuff against his cock is just incredible. He rubs himself again and again.

But he’s mindful. Sweat and come are not good for the wool-silk blend. The jacket goes back onto the hanger and Neal and his hard-on are left hanging.

He sinks down to the floor, looking up at the rows of beautiful suits. This is just as good. He strokes himself hard, fast and his panting breath fills the small room. Neal closes his eyes and his mind is filled with dark wool and pinstripes as he comes in his fist.

FIN