White Collar Fic - Nine Easy Pieces - A Collection of Comment Smut and Unfinished Porn

[elrhiarhodan]

Title: Nine Easy Pieces - A Collection of Comment Smut and Unfinished Porn
Author: elrhiarhodan
Fandom: White Collar
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Various - Peter/Neal, Peter/Elizabeth/Neal, Neal/Moz
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None, just various bits of prom
Word Count: ~3000
Summary: Nothing to summarize - just pornishy goodness that have been written over the past year that was either published as comment fic, or during a slashchat, or was started and never finished. ENJOY!!!!!!!



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I - Cold Confection

It was hot, almost too hot to eat.  El was naked, except for a pair of Neal's briefs.  Peter was naked, except for a pair of his own briefs.  Neal was naked, except for ... well ... let's just say.  Neal was naked and leave it at that.

In his naked glory, he went into the kitchen, filled up a bucket full of ice, grabbed a container of lemon sorbet and just one spoon, which he stuck in the ice and went back into the living room with his ice cold booty.  It was a pleasure to hand feed his lovers, to see the sweat cool on their brow as the tart, cold confection work its magic.  It was even better to take that spoon and let it chill even further in the ice and use on his lovers' bodies.



II - Illegal Acts

He walked into Neal's apartment like he owned the place - he did it deliberately, because he knew it pissed Neal off.  And a pissed-off Neal was an off-centered Neal, and that was one of the few times that Peter knew he had an advantage.  Except that this time, Neal seemed to be expecting him.  He was on the bed (a good place to be), naked (an even better condition), and lightly stroking himself (the best thing to be doing in situations like these).  There was a twisted little smile on Neal's lips and a glint in his eye, "what, are you here to arrest me?  What I'm doing is illegal in Alabama."

Peter grinned as he started to strip off his clothes.  "Nope - not illegal to jack off, it's just illegal to use sex toys to help you get your rocks off."

Neal wiggled on the bed and lifted his hips.  "Well, then it's a good thing we're in New York, because what I've got vibrating up my ass may very well be a misdemeanor in the Deep South."


III - Drunken Schemes

One of the things that Neal loves most about Elizabeth is that she’s as much of a schemer as he is. He’s said to her, on more than one occasion, if she hadn’t married an FBI agent, she’s be running a organized crime ring. Elizabeth takes that as a high compliment, and one evening after a few too many glasses of wine and listening to too many stories about Neal’s great escapes and daring deeds, she starts to formulate a scheme of her own.

At this moment, all she can get through her wine-fogged brain is that she wants to turn the tables on Peter and use Neal like her own personal sex toy. When she giggles to herself (realizing that Neal is sort of like her own personal sex toy, albeit one with infinitely greater talent and taste than one of the silicone covered vibrators she keeps hidden in her office), her boys sweep her off to the couch, where they tuck her in, cover her with a blanket and let her nap while they clean up from dinner.

IV - Moving Forward

Peter was intensely disappointed that Neal didn't stay at the Bureau after his parole was up. When he walked out that door, that last day - it felt like his heart was amputated. But Elizabeth, his wise and lovely wife, El pointed out that maybe Neal left because he couldn't stay and have what they both wanted. It shocked him at first - he really hadn't thought that Neal's move into the large loft in Vinegar Hill, with its lack of elegant appointments and the amenities he had become accustomed to at June's, was anything more than a smart investment. El smiled and simply said that maybe Neal wanted a space to call his own, one with locks and a little more privacy that June's lovely guest quarters could afford him. And just maybe he wanted to be closer to Peter, so that he didn't want to have to transverse a whole city to be with him.

His wife quietly rocked his world, and in the days after that conversation, Peter mapped out his strategy. A part of him wanted to grab Neal, throw him on the nearest flat surface and fuck the living daylights out of him, then declare his intent - as if it wasn’t obvious. Another part wanted to woo him - not with candlelight and sweet words, but with casual touches and double entendres which would build a fire in both of them (not that he needed much to set himself on fire). Then he realized - wasn't that what he'd been doing for the better part of the last four years? Seducing Neal - seducing himself.

At the end of it all, Peter took the direct approach. He invited Neal to dinner and the three of them talked. Or rather, El had the first go at him while Peter waited in the kitchen. It was interminable - his wicked, evil wife had turn on some music, Ravel's Bolero, of all pieces, and he couldn't hear what they were saying. Sometime after the third repeat, Neal walked into the kitchen - wearing a completely shell shocked expression. At least until he got up close to Peter, right into his space and kissed him as if his life depended on it. At first startled, Peter quickly took command, capturing Neal's face between his palms, cupping his cheeks like the were the most precious things in the universe. Neal's lips fell open, his tongue alternately timid and bold, licking at Peter's, toying with him, chasing him, playing with him and then being played, expertly.

The joy of this intimate salute was not lost on the third party to this scene. Elizabeth wandered into the kitchen and watched them - her men. Kissing. She still wasn’t sure what she felt for Neal. It was a strange combination of lust and almost sisterly affection. He was important to her because he was so important to Peter, but she couldn’t deny the physical attraction either. What was clear; however, was that these two men belonged together - and she was secure enough in her love for Peter that she could let them have what they needed without being threatened.

When they broke apart, Peter caught her eye and smiled. It was an expression full of love and gratitude and it confirmed everything she knew about her marriage. She left them in the kitchen, left them to talk.

That was a month ago, and these three people couldn’t be happier.


V - No Reason to be Jealous

Peter likes the little guy. Despite the annoying quirkiness, he likes his loyalty and his smarts. These are qualities that Neal needs in a friend. Peter is a big enough man to admit that. Moz will do his part to keep Neal from going off the deep end. But some deeply buried, dark and selfish part of him resents Moz and his history with Neal. Resents how easily he can make Neal slip off of the path of good and righteousness. A word from Mozzie and Neal's taking insane risks, nearly getting himself killed. The bond between them is deep and permanent and there is nothing that Peter can do to break it.

Then Peter laughs, because whatever Neal and Mozzie have, it doesn’t even come close to the bond between Neal and him.

He pressed hard, biting kisses against Neal’s shoulder and feels him writhe and struggle against the satin ropes that bind his wrists. “Shhh, shhh. Keep still. I don’t want you to damage yourself.” Neal is instantly obedient and Peter shoves his cock deeper into Neal’s perfect ass, in perfect syncopation with the fist that’s stroking Neal’s cock. No, this is not something that Mozzie EVER had.

VI - Travel Well and Come Home Safe

He had an early morning flight, very early. But Peter, good husband, good friend, had offered to drive him to JFK. El was still sleeping when the left. She batted a hand at him when he tried to give her a goodbye kiss.

“You know she’s not a morning person.” Peter whispered as they left the bedroom.

Neal smiled. “Yeah, but I had to try.”

His bag was waiting at the foot of the stairs, fiercely guarded by Satchmo. The Lab gave them a half-hearted tail wag before rolling over and going back to sleep.

“Pity he can’t come along for the ride.”

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.”



VII - Sleepy OT3 Porn

They are tumbled in the big bed like a litter of sleepy kittens, except that kittens don't do the things to each other that Neal is doing to Peter and Peter is doing to his wife and his wife is doing to both of her lovers.

Neal's got Peter's massive dick in his mouth, slowly, sleepily sucking - like it was his thumb. Peter's stroking that smooth secret place between Neal's hole and his balls, rubbing his own come into the skin. He wishes he could see, but El's crouched over his face as she works her favorite hot pink dildo into Neal's ass.


VIII - Playing Dress Up

Neal stands in front of his mirror. He's stark naked. Although he loves Byron's vintage clothing, he’s actually most comfortable in his birthday suit. But sometimes he likes to accessorize.

Mozzie's sitting Indian-style, on the bed with a very admiring smile on his lips. “I think you should go with Mardi Gras colors” and he hands Neal a trio of feather boas.

These are not the cheap kind – the turkey feathers that you can get in craft stores, these are the real thing (because Neal Caffrey only wears the real thing). He tosses the purple one around his shoulders and softest swansdown settles on his shoulders. The lightness of the feathers tease his nipples into erect points and he pinches them. Moz chuckles and suggests the gold colored boa, which he drapes around his hips. The feathers catch a bit in his neatly trimmed pubic curls, but his cock appreciates the sensation. It begins to rise, peeking out of the nest of black curls and gold feathers like a curious snake.

He fashions the third boa, the green one, into a tail and shivers as the soft feathers brush his ass.

He admires the effect in the mirror and Mozzie joins him. All he says is “nice” as he adds a gaudy tiara to the outfit. Neal goes to grab Moz and haul him close for a kiss, but the other man pushes him away. "You know what they say about germs."

Neal snorts - Moz and his phobias. He picks up Peter's leather gloves (he filched them when Peter took his badge back) and puts them on, rewarded when Moz's eyes go wide at the sight of his hands slipping into the black leather.


IX - In the Library

Neal wasn’t the greatest of students. Not that he didn’t get A’s in every subject, it was just that he disliked the regimentation of the learning process. His study carrel was on the top floor, in the back, near the Art History section, and few people ventured there during the weekends.

It was late, it was quiet and Neal was horny. He tipped his chair back, opened up a copy of Henry Miller’s Opus Pistorum and started toying with his denim covered cock. Neal also thought that life was worth taking a few risks, so he put in his earbuds, turned the iPod to a very long, slow version of Ravel’s Bolero and started reading. It didn’t take much before the buttons started straining and he popped one, then two and finally all of them. His cock burst out, a hungry beast seeking light and air and touch and Neal was happy to give it what it wanted.

As he was approaching a very satisfactory climax, he caught something in the corner of his eye. Before he could stuff himself back into his jeans, Peter Burke, TA from Hell was standing next to him, and yanked out his earbuds. “I should report you…”

"But you're not, right?"

Peter glared at him, then gave him a cock-check. He licked his lips. "I can be persuaded not to."

Neal grinned, he knew just what Peter wanted - it hasn’t been as if the SOB hasn’t been after his ass all semester. “Here?” Neal wagged his cock as if it were a hand.

“Yeah...bend over and drop your pants.”



FIN



Comments

[damietta.livejournal.com]

A festival of lights plus one! I loved each time gem, but I think I liked the Travel Well one the best with its mixture of love and friendship and complete understanding of each other.

[secretsolitaire.livejournal.com]

Each is more delicious than the last! Lovely bonbons of smut. :-)