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elrhiarhodanTitle: Past Midnight, Drunk on Stolen Wine
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Fandom: White Collar
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Neal Caffrey, Matthew Keller (mention of past Neal/Kate, Mozzie), Neal/Keller
Spoilers: Vague spoilers for 2.10, Forging Bonds; 3.11, Checkmate
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: ~900
Beta Credit:coffeethyme4me
Summary: In the days following his breakup with Kate, Neal had another partner in crime, Matthew Keller. After a successful job, Neal’s anxious to celebrate.
A/N: The first of my Fic-Can-Ukah fics, forjrosemary, who picked the prompt, Past Midnight, Drunk on Stolen Wine.
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Neal has done this enough times to recognize the feeling – the high that he gets from finishing a job successfully. Getting away clean with the loot, no one hurt, no shots fired, the plan – their plan – working perfectly. It always sets up a very special kind of buzz, in his brain, in his groin, and he ends up sporting wood by the time they make their getaway. (Back, before she walked out on him, Kate was always appalled, but she never failed to share his lust. So many times they didn't make it back to the apartment and end up fucking in desperate secrecy, Mozzie standing guard. But that’s ancient history, at least for the moment).
Tonight’s no different. It’s a two-person job, and he and Matthew planned this to the minute. He likes working with Keller, the man’s meticulous and thinks almost as fast as he does. Okay, maybe even just a little faster. But that doesn’t matter, not when they’ve got a few hundred grand in pre-Imperial Roman coins to fence. Alex says she can move them and they’re meeting tomorrow. Which means that they still have tonight.
And tonight, he’s going to fuck Matthew Keller. He’s going to screw him hard into the mattress, against the wall, in the shower. Hell, he’s going to do him on every horizontal and vertical surface in their swanky hotel room. Neal’s hard as a rock and he’s not the least bit embarrassed by it. Matthew’s standing next to him in the elevator, grinning like a fox. There are two blue-haired matrons in the elevator, too. Their presence is probably the only thing keeping Neal from forcing Matthew to his knees.
The old women would be scandalized if they could read his thoughts, and Neal’s actually grateful that the cut of his tuxedo jacket’s long enough to cover his erection. He may be high on the steal, but he’s still a gentleman. The old ladies depart in a cloud of Guerlain and Chanel and it’s a pity they only have three more floors to go – not enough time at all.
And Matthew would certainly caution him not to draw attention to themselves. They are each carrying half the take from tonight’s score, and if one goes down, they both go down. Besides, anticipation is delicious in its own special way – a kind of discipline that works as a nice counterpoint to his normally see-want-take view of the world. A little splash of vinegar in an otherwise too-rich dish.
The elevator stops and they get out, casually – oh-so-casually – walking to their room (always the one next to the staircase). Matthew opens the door because Neal doesn’t think he could get the key card out of his pocket without damaging himself.
As soon as the door shuts behind them, Neal pushes Matthew against the wall, kissing him, biting him, pulling at his clothes. He’s a ravenous animal and Matthew loves it. They fuck like rabbits, like dogs. There aren’t tender with each other, because it’s always a contest. Matthew likes to pretend he’s dominant, but he loves to give it up – and he does. He’s like sweet candy, like the finest wine, he’s perfection in a tight package.
And Neal does have him; he gorges himself on Matthew Keller until he’s sated. They screw against the wall, in the shower – both of their tuxes are ruined, but who cares – and even on the balcony, like Neal promised himself. He wonders if they are being watched, there are dozens of luxury yachts at anchor and certainly someone on one of those ships has a telescope and is getting his rocks off looking in the hotel rooms, at the people having sex. It’s Monaco, after all, the playground for the rich and the perverted.
The moon’s set so it’s probably close to three am. Neal’s still buzzing, just a little, but it’s more manageable now. He’s sort of fucked out. Matthew’s asleep next to him, spread out on the bed, snoring softly. It’s good, it’s all good. Neal gets up and rescues the coins, putting them into the hotel safe. It’s not really that secure, a child could open it, but it’s the best place for the loot. He goes to the small but well-stocked bar and opens a bottle of Krug. He pours himself a glass of Champagne and looks at the man on the bed.
He takes the bottle over and touches the cool glass against Matthew’s cheek and smiles as the other man’s eyes open. “Come on, wake up. We’ve got to finish the celebration.”
FIN
Author:
elrhiarhodanFandom: White Collar
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Neal Caffrey, Matthew Keller (mention of past Neal/Kate, Mozzie), Neal/Keller
Spoilers: Vague spoilers for 2.10, Forging Bonds; 3.11, Checkmate
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: ~900
Beta Credit:
coffeethyme4meSummary: In the days following his breakup with Kate, Neal had another partner in crime, Matthew Keller. After a successful job, Neal’s anxious to celebrate.
A/N: The first of my Fic-Can-Ukah fics, for
jrosemary, who picked the prompt, Past Midnight, Drunk on Stolen Wine. Neal has done this enough times to recognize the feeling – the high that he gets from finishing a job successfully. Getting away clean with the loot, no one hurt, no shots fired, the plan – their plan – working perfectly. It always sets up a very special kind of buzz, in his brain, in his groin, and he ends up sporting wood by the time they make their getaway. (Back, before she walked out on him, Kate was always appalled, but she never failed to share his lust. So many times they didn't make it back to the apartment and end up fucking in desperate secrecy, Mozzie standing guard. But that’s ancient history, at least for the moment).
Tonight’s no different. It’s a two-person job, and he and Matthew planned this to the minute. He likes working with Keller, the man’s meticulous and thinks almost as fast as he does. Okay, maybe even just a little faster. But that doesn’t matter, not when they’ve got a few hundred grand in pre-Imperial Roman coins to fence. Alex says she can move them and they’re meeting tomorrow. Which means that they still have tonight.
And tonight, he’s going to fuck Matthew Keller. He’s going to screw him hard into the mattress, against the wall, in the shower. Hell, he’s going to do him on every horizontal and vertical surface in their swanky hotel room. Neal’s hard as a rock and he’s not the least bit embarrassed by it. Matthew’s standing next to him in the elevator, grinning like a fox. There are two blue-haired matrons in the elevator, too. Their presence is probably the only thing keeping Neal from forcing Matthew to his knees.
The old women would be scandalized if they could read his thoughts, and Neal’s actually grateful that the cut of his tuxedo jacket’s long enough to cover his erection. He may be high on the steal, but he’s still a gentleman. The old ladies depart in a cloud of Guerlain and Chanel and it’s a pity they only have three more floors to go – not enough time at all.
And Matthew would certainly caution him not to draw attention to themselves. They are each carrying half the take from tonight’s score, and if one goes down, they both go down. Besides, anticipation is delicious in its own special way – a kind of discipline that works as a nice counterpoint to his normally see-want-take view of the world. A little splash of vinegar in an otherwise too-rich dish.
The elevator stops and they get out, casually – oh-so-casually – walking to their room (always the one next to the staircase). Matthew opens the door because Neal doesn’t think he could get the key card out of his pocket without damaging himself.
As soon as the door shuts behind them, Neal pushes Matthew against the wall, kissing him, biting him, pulling at his clothes. He’s a ravenous animal and Matthew loves it. They fuck like rabbits, like dogs. There aren’t tender with each other, because it’s always a contest. Matthew likes to pretend he’s dominant, but he loves to give it up – and he does. He’s like sweet candy, like the finest wine, he’s perfection in a tight package.
And Neal does have him; he gorges himself on Matthew Keller until he’s sated. They screw against the wall, in the shower – both of their tuxes are ruined, but who cares – and even on the balcony, like Neal promised himself. He wonders if they are being watched, there are dozens of luxury yachts at anchor and certainly someone on one of those ships has a telescope and is getting his rocks off looking in the hotel rooms, at the people having sex. It’s Monaco, after all, the playground for the rich and the perverted.
The moon’s set so it’s probably close to three am. Neal’s still buzzing, just a little, but it’s more manageable now. He’s sort of fucked out. Matthew’s asleep next to him, spread out on the bed, snoring softly. It’s good, it’s all good. Neal gets up and rescues the coins, putting them into the hotel safe. It’s not really that secure, a child could open it, but it’s the best place for the loot. He goes to the small but well-stocked bar and opens a bottle of Krug. He pours himself a glass of Champagne and looks at the man on the bed.
He takes the bottle over and touches the cool glass against Matthew’s cheek and smiles as the other man’s eyes open. “Come on, wake up. We’ve got to finish the celebration.”
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Date: 2012-12-08 11:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-08 11:43 pm (UTC)A little bit of an antidote to Keller in Life Less Ordinary, yes?
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Date: 2012-12-09 12:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-09 02:02 am (UTC);-D
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Date: 2012-12-08 11:53 pm (UTC)THIS is perfection in a tight package!
On the balcony. FUCK YES.
Oh and the casual walking to the room. UNF!
Just...
HAPPY HANUKKAH!!! \o/
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Date: 2012-12-11 09:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-09 12:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-11 09:57 pm (UTC)And thank you so very much.
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Date: 2012-12-09 12:40 am (UTC)Thank you for a wonderful, wonderful Chanukah present!
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Date: 2012-12-11 09:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-09 02:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-11 09:59 pm (UTC)Yeah, Neal was definitely desperate!
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Date: 2012-12-09 03:37 pm (UTC)BUT YOU MADE ME SEE A DIFFERENT VERSION! DAMN YOU, WOMAN!
Because not only do they enjoy it, there's also top!Neal (also something of a novelty for me because I usually prefer him to catch, not pitch). But it's all sooo good and so hot and a perfect glimpse at what might have happened pre-show and just GUH.
*shakes fist some more* Shame on you, madam. Shame on you.
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Date: 2012-12-11 10:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-09 03:48 pm (UTC)And very nice to read this after horrible horrible Keller from your poly BB.
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Date: 2012-12-11 10:01 pm (UTC)Yes, it was a definite antidote to extremely evil and thankfully dead Keller.