This is another part of the story I have in my WiP file - the one I left for dearpeterxoneal:
Peter looked at him in bemusement. “You’re like a little kid going on the first airplane trip of your life.”
“Well, it sort of feels that way.” Neal was surprised at how true that felt.
Peter grinned and clapped him on the shoulder. “Let’s go. You don’t want to miss your flight.”
They chatted during the ride to the airport - Peter gave him some of the lowdown on his contact at the LA field office, Michael Stokes. They were classmates at Quantico, and had kept in touch over the years. Traffic was light and it didn’t take long. Peter pulled the Taurus up to the curb and got out with him. He straightened his coat collar. “Call me when you land.”
Neal raised an eyebrow.
“What, I can’t worry?”
A warm and happy feeling settled in Neal’s midsection, and he smiled from the tips of his toes to the top of his hairline. “If it makes you happy…”
“It does.”
Neal retrieved his bag from the back seat. “See you on Friday.”
Peter hauled him close. “You don’t get to leave without giving me a goodbye kiss.” He didn’t way for Neal to take action. Peter cupped his cheek and planted a hard, wet kiss on his lips. Neal dropped his bag, leaned in, opened his lips and let Peter take over. If it wasn’t for the honking of the passing cars, and someone shouting “get a room,” that kiss may never have ended.
Peter finally pulled back, blinking. “Wow.”
“Yeah. Wow.”
“You better get going.”
“Hmm?” Neal’s whole body was singing. The only thing his brain was processing was the kiss.
“Your flight – you’ve got to check in.’
Nothing seemed to be making sense. “What?”
“Neal – you are booked on a Jet Blue flight to Los Angeles. It leaves in about ninety minutes. You need to go through security. Unless you want to call the L.A. field office and tell them you’re too horny to travel?”
Peter’s words finally penetrated. Los Angeles. The Getty. “Yeah. I’ve got to go.”
“Right.” Peter smiled. Then sobered up. “You’ll be okay traveling?”
Neal blinked. He understood exactly why Peter was asking him that. “Yeah. I think so. If things get bad, I’ll let you know.”
Peter gave him a quizzical look.
“The plane has wifi service in-flight. I’ll be in touch if I’ve got problems.”
They stood there, looking at each other.
“You’ve got to go.”
“I have to go.” But Neal made no move towards the terminal.
“Neal. Go.”
“Yeah, I’m going.” He took one step, then another. He was halfway towards the building when he turned back. Peter was still standing there.
He smiled. Peter waved and called out. “Go. Travel safe – come back.”
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Date: 2011-11-02 12:26 am (UTC)Peter looked at him in bemusement. “You’re like a little kid going on the first airplane trip of your life.”
“Well, it sort of feels that way.” Neal was surprised at how true that felt.
Peter grinned and clapped him on the shoulder. “Let’s go. You don’t want to miss your flight.”
They chatted during the ride to the airport - Peter gave him some of the lowdown on his contact at the LA field office, Michael Stokes. They were classmates at Quantico, and had kept in touch over the years. Traffic was light and it didn’t take long. Peter pulled the Taurus up to the curb and got out with him. He straightened his coat collar. “Call me when you land.”
Neal raised an eyebrow.
“What, I can’t worry?”
A warm and happy feeling settled in Neal’s midsection, and he smiled from the tips of his toes to the top of his hairline. “If it makes you happy…”
“It does.”
Neal retrieved his bag from the back seat. “See you on Friday.”
Peter hauled him close. “You don’t get to leave without giving me a goodbye kiss.” He didn’t way for Neal to take action. Peter cupped his cheek and planted a hard, wet kiss on his lips. Neal dropped his bag, leaned in, opened his lips and let Peter take over. If it wasn’t for the honking of the passing cars, and someone shouting “get a room,” that kiss may never have ended.
Peter finally pulled back, blinking. “Wow.”
“Yeah. Wow.”
“You better get going.”
“Hmm?” Neal’s whole body was singing. The only thing his brain was processing was the kiss.
“Your flight – you’ve got to check in.’
Nothing seemed to be making sense. “What?”
“Neal – you are booked on a Jet Blue flight to Los Angeles. It leaves in about ninety minutes. You need to go through security. Unless you want to call the L.A. field office and tell them you’re too horny to travel?”
Peter’s words finally penetrated. Los Angeles. The Getty. “Yeah. I’ve got to go.”
“Right.” Peter smiled. Then sobered up. “You’ll be okay traveling?”
Neal blinked. He understood exactly why Peter was asking him that. “Yeah. I think so. If things get bad, I’ll let you know.”
Peter gave him a quizzical look.
“The plane has wifi service in-flight. I’ll be in touch if I’ve got problems.”
They stood there, looking at each other.
“You’ve got to go.”
“I have to go.” But Neal made no move towards the terminal.
“Neal. Go.”
“Yeah, I’m going.” He took one step, then another. He was halfway towards the building when he turned back. Peter was still standing there.
He smiled. Peter waved and called out. “Go. Travel safe – come back.”