White Collar Ficlet - From the Skin Out
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elrhiarhodanTitle: From The Skin Out
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Fandom: White Collar
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Neal Caffrey, Peter Burke (implied Peter/Neal)
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: Clothes Porn
Word Count: ~500
Summary: There is nothing like having a hand tailored suit.
A/N: No beta. All mistakes are mine and mine alone. Originally written for the ladies of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slashchat, for the prompt “Neal Dresses Peter From the Skin Out.”
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“I can dress myself, you know.”
“Yeah, if you want to look like an accountant or a middle manager. Besides, it’s so much more fun when I dress you.”
“If you wanted a Ken doll, you should have said something. Christmas is coming.”
Neal sighed in exasperation as he flicked through the clothes in Peter’s closet. There were a few of the shirts he’d worn as “Peter Lassen, CPA” and the loud ties that when with them, but none of that would do. “You need to look like a power hungry hedge fund manager, one who will do anything for the score. Not someone who spends his time looking over expense reports.”
“Fine, fine. What do you suggest?”
“I have just the place, come on.”
Peter shook his head, “Why do I let you drag me into these things?”
Contrary to his expectations, they did not end up at Barney’s or Thomas Pink or some other high end men’s store. Neal took him to a third floor in an ancient building on Canal Street, in the heart of Chinatown. An old man - maybe as old as the building, told him in heavily accented English, to strip down to his shorts.
Peter did so with great reluctance and submitted to the measurements, as Neal watched. The old man said something in Chinese, and Neal laughed and replied in the same language. Of course Neal would be fluent. The chatted and it seemed like Neal was describing something. They both had another laugh when the tailor took his measurements for the inseam, but at least the old man seemed impressed. Neal just winked at him.
The old man called out to someone, and an equally old woman brought out a black suit. She held it out to him and Peter ran an admiring hand down the jacket sleeve. From the feel of it, a wool-silk blend. The texture of the fabric reminded him of Neal’s clothes, and it seemed almost too fine for him. He put on the rather tight fitting pants and listened as Neal gave instructions to the tailor. The man knelt at his feet and marked the cuffs. So far, so good. Then came the jacket and it was nothing like he’d ever worn before. It had no collar, just long fluid lines from a strong shoulder. It felt vaguely futuristic, but not at all costume-like.
Peter turned and looked at himself in the mirror - it wasn’t anything he’d ever pick for himself, but he had to admit that he looked good. Powerful. Hungry.
The shirt was a minor argument - Peter wanted black, Neal said it would make him look like a mobster, and said he thought white would be better, but the tailor (whose name Peter would never learn), brought out something in gray silk. It was gorgeous. And so was the deep aubergine tie that Neal selected. Not too skinny, not too wide. It was perfect.
All in all, the trip was not that much of an ordeal.
Then they went shoe shopping.
FIN
Author:
elrhiarhodanFandom: White Collar
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Neal Caffrey, Peter Burke (implied Peter/Neal)
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: Clothes Porn
Word Count: ~500
Summary: There is nothing like having a hand tailored suit.
A/N: No beta. All mistakes are mine and mine alone. Originally written for the ladies of
slashchat, for the prompt “Neal Dresses Peter From the Skin Out.”“I can dress myself, you know.”
“Yeah, if you want to look like an accountant or a middle manager. Besides, it’s so much more fun when I dress you.”
“If you wanted a Ken doll, you should have said something. Christmas is coming.”
Neal sighed in exasperation as he flicked through the clothes in Peter’s closet. There were a few of the shirts he’d worn as “Peter Lassen, CPA” and the loud ties that when with them, but none of that would do. “You need to look like a power hungry hedge fund manager, one who will do anything for the score. Not someone who spends his time looking over expense reports.”
“Fine, fine. What do you suggest?”
“I have just the place, come on.”
Peter shook his head, “Why do I let you drag me into these things?”
Contrary to his expectations, they did not end up at Barney’s or Thomas Pink or some other high end men’s store. Neal took him to a third floor in an ancient building on Canal Street, in the heart of Chinatown. An old man - maybe as old as the building, told him in heavily accented English, to strip down to his shorts.
Peter did so with great reluctance and submitted to the measurements, as Neal watched. The old man said something in Chinese, and Neal laughed and replied in the same language. Of course Neal would be fluent. The chatted and it seemed like Neal was describing something. They both had another laugh when the tailor took his measurements for the inseam, but at least the old man seemed impressed. Neal just winked at him.
The old man called out to someone, and an equally old woman brought out a black suit. She held it out to him and Peter ran an admiring hand down the jacket sleeve. From the feel of it, a wool-silk blend. The texture of the fabric reminded him of Neal’s clothes, and it seemed almost too fine for him. He put on the rather tight fitting pants and listened as Neal gave instructions to the tailor. The man knelt at his feet and marked the cuffs. So far, so good. Then came the jacket and it was nothing like he’d ever worn before. It had no collar, just long fluid lines from a strong shoulder. It felt vaguely futuristic, but not at all costume-like.
Peter turned and looked at himself in the mirror - it wasn’t anything he’d ever pick for himself, but he had to admit that he looked good. Powerful. Hungry.
The shirt was a minor argument - Peter wanted black, Neal said it would make him look like a mobster, and said he thought white would be better, but the tailor (whose name Peter would never learn), brought out something in gray silk. It was gorgeous. And so was the deep aubergine tie that Neal selected. Not too skinny, not too wide. It was perfect.
All in all, the trip was not that much of an ordeal.
Then they went shoe shopping.
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Date: 2011-10-26 03:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-27 03:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-27 03:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-26 04:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-27 02:58 pm (UTC)And for another look at the lucious Tim DeKay:
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Date: 2011-10-26 11:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-27 02:53 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2011-10-27 01:08 am (UTC)Peter in grey silk and that black suit....yowser.
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Date: 2011-10-27 02:53 pm (UTC)And yeah - that image really sticks - Peter is gray silk and a moderist black suit. YUM.
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Date: 2011-10-27 04:23 am (UTC)(And I wouldn't be surprised if Peter comes through on the Ken doll gift, lol!)
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Date: 2011-10-27 02:51 pm (UTC)But maybe a Ken doll will show up under the Burke holiday tree, or perhaps as a Channaukah gift!
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Date: 2011-10-27 04:35 am (UTC)I love the Ken doll line. El would never do that, but Neal would, and Peter though annoyed would secretly like the attn
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Date: 2011-10-27 02:49 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2011-10-27 02:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-27 02:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-27 05:44 pm (UTC)THIS:
"Peter did so with great reluctance and submitted to the measurements, as Neal watched. The old man said something in Chinese, and Neal laughed and replied in the same language. Of course Neal would be fluent. The chatted and it seemed like Neal was describing something. They both had another laugh when the tailor took his measurements for the inseam, but at least the old man seemed impressed. Neal just winked at him."
= SO MUCH AWESOME.
Thank you!!
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Date: 2011-10-27 05:48 pm (UTC)And thank you so much!
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Date: 2011-10-30 12:26 am (UTC)Was the Ken doll a reference to Matty's role in Magic Mike? :D I know you are obsessed with MM! hehe
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Date: 2011-10-30 12:29 am (UTC)Actually, no - this was written before we even knew Matty's character's name.
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Date: 2011-10-30 12:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-30 07:17 pm (UTC)couple-y! Don't you wish we could see Peter in his new suit/shirt?!
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Date: 2011-12-22 08:17 am (UTC)I tell my friends that dress poorly how important it is for them to dress better. I explained that there is nothing better than having a partner that dresses well. I get to take him home and undress him piece by piece. It's like getting a present that I get to unwrap!!! A sexy present!!!
If only Peter was my present!!!! >sigh