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elrhiarhodanTitle: In His Arms
For: MMOM - Thirty (One) Dirty Words 2012 - Prompt 016 - Arms
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Fandom: White Collar
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Neal Caffrey, Peter Burke, Neal/Peter
Spoilers/Episode References: S1.01 - Pilot, S1.05 - The Portrait
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: Stroke!Fic - some good old fashioned S1 UST.
Word Count: 300 Exactly
Summary: Neal’s taken aback by Peter’s unexpected physical gifts.
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It was maddening, really. Peter wasn’t supposed to be this god on earth. He wasn’t supposed to have a chest and arms that Superman would envy.
The first time Neal had seen him without his suit jacket had been a revelation. It was that first week in the office, and he was sitting at his desk, contemplating the twin problems of an anniversary present and how to catch the Dutchman. His hair was rumpled, that ugly tie slightly loosened. He should have been just another Fed on the downward slide to middle age.
And Neal was supposed to be concentrating on getting out of New York, getting to Kate.
The hints of Peter’s strength were a potent distraction. He might have resisted if all he had to work with was the man in his shirt sleeves. Neal could have kept his focus even if he was perpetually enthralled by the forearms so casually revealed in a meeting.
But he did have all the impulse control of a three year old and seeing Peter in that tee shirt stretched tightly across his chest, his arms like cannons on display. Not even the farmer’s tan distracted him. It was a good that Peter all but threw him out of the house. He might have embarrassed both of them.
Peter didn’t need to know that. He didn’t need to know that after Mozzie left, after the moon drifted across the sky, that Neal would lay naked on his bed, hard cock in hand and conjure up all sorts of images and memories, he’d let fantasy tangle with reality as he stroked himself, dreaming of Peter Burke’s strength.
Peter didn’t need to know that the tracker was redundant. He had no intention of going anywhere until Peter held him.
In those arms.
FIN
For: MMOM - Thirty (One) Dirty Words 2012 - Prompt 016 - Arms
Author:
elrhiarhodanFandom: White Collar
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Neal Caffrey, Peter Burke, Neal/Peter
Spoilers/Episode References: S1.01 - Pilot, S1.05 - The Portrait
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: Stroke!Fic - some good old fashioned S1 UST.
Word Count: 300 Exactly
Summary: Neal’s taken aback by Peter’s unexpected physical gifts.
It was maddening, really. Peter wasn’t supposed to be this god on earth. He wasn’t supposed to have a chest and arms that Superman would envy.
The first time Neal had seen him without his suit jacket had been a revelation. It was that first week in the office, and he was sitting at his desk, contemplating the twin problems of an anniversary present and how to catch the Dutchman. His hair was rumpled, that ugly tie slightly loosened. He should have been just another Fed on the downward slide to middle age.
And Neal was supposed to be concentrating on getting out of New York, getting to Kate.
The hints of Peter’s strength were a potent distraction. He might have resisted if all he had to work with was the man in his shirt sleeves. Neal could have kept his focus even if he was perpetually enthralled by the forearms so casually revealed in a meeting.
But he did have all the impulse control of a three year old and seeing Peter in that tee shirt stretched tightly across his chest, his arms like cannons on display. Not even the farmer’s tan distracted him. It was a good that Peter all but threw him out of the house. He might have embarrassed both of them.
Peter didn’t need to know that. He didn’t need to know that after Mozzie left, after the moon drifted across the sky, that Neal would lay naked on his bed, hard cock in hand and conjure up all sorts of images and memories, he’d let fantasy tangle with reality as he stroked himself, dreaming of Peter Burke’s strength.
Peter didn’t need to know that the tracker was redundant. He had no intention of going anywhere until Peter held him.
In those arms.
