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elrhiarhodan) wrote2013-05-09 05:03 pm
elrhiarhodan) wrote2013-05-09 05:03 pm
White Collar Ficlet - Gonna Make You Sweat - A Wonder(ful) Years Timestamp (MMOM Day 9)
Title: Gonna Make You Sweat – A Wonder(ful) Years Timestamp
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elrhiarhodan
Fandom: White Collar
Written For: MMOM 2013
Prompt: Hot
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Peter Burke, Neal Caffrey, (Peter/Neal)
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: ~500
Summary: A temporary separation can't keep Peter and Neal from enjoying themselves, even on one of the hottest nights of the year. Set in the Wonder(ful) Years ‘Verse, sometime after Something We Never Dreamt We Could Have
A/N: This one almost didn’t happen. Please thank the ever-wonderfulsinfulslasher for her unwitting inspiration.
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Peter knew that these separations were inevitable. Just because they were both SAICs in a busy FBI field office didn’t mean that they were immune to the occasional overnight field assignments. He had drawn the short straw and had to go interview a witness in Nowheresville, New York State, a few miles south of the Canadian border. It was a nice drive, and he didn’t mind getting out of Manhattan in the middle of a July heat wave.
It was just that he hated being stuck in a hotel room without working air conditioning in Upper Bumfuck, when knowing that Neal was at home in cool confines of their Upper West Side apartment. Probably lolling about on the Italian cotton sheets – the ones that were better than silk – jerking off as the cool air swirled around him.
He groaned, unwittingly aroused by the thought of Neal, naked on those white sheets, thighs spread, one hand fondling his balls, the other toying with his nipples.
It was way too hot for this. Way too hot to jerk off. He couldn’t even open a window – not that it was any cooler outside. But it was mosquito season and he’d probably end up sucked dry of blood before morning.
Sucked
Peter groaned. How was it, at forty-seven, that he still had the sex drive of an eighteen year-old? Wasn’t sexual drive supposed to diminish when men got older? Why could words, even in the least sexual of contexts, make him hard enough to crack stone?
His cell phone buzzed with an incoming text. It was from Neal.
Whatcha doing?
He wasn’t one of those people with extra-long thumbs – he needed both hands to text. Which made sexting a little difficult. He called Neal back, instead.
“Hey.”
“Hey you. So, what are you doing?”
“Keeping cool. Or trying to – it’s hot as hell here.”
“Wish I could make you jealous, but there’s a brown-out and the a/c’s down.
So – no Neal lying on the bed, enjoying the cool air. Good.
Still, Peter massaged his cock through his shorts. No point in wasting this. “You know, Neal - they say…”
Neal interrupted him. “They say a lot of things.”
Peter ignored the interruption. “They say that the body has natural air conditioning. If you sweat, you’ll cool off.”
Neal was a little slow on the uptake. He actually whined. "It’s too hot to go exercise."
“Really? Too hot for any exercise?”
There was silence, and finally Neal chuckled. “You think jerking off’s going to cool me down?”
“It’ll make you sweat. I’ll make you sweat.”
“You are such a pervert, Peter Burke. Are you using your FBI issued cell phone? Are you touching yourself while talking to me on your FBI-issued cell phone, abusing yourself while abusing government resources?”
“You know I am, and you’re just as much of a perv, Neal Caffrey.”
Neal laughed, and the sound went right to his dick. He stroked himself, enjoying the feel of his hot, heavy flesh in the palm of his hand. Life was wonderful - he really didn’t need Neal to talk dirty to him, he could come just from the sound of his husband’s laughter.
FIN
Author:
elrhiarhodanFandom: White Collar
Written For: MMOM 2013
Prompt: Hot
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Peter Burke, Neal Caffrey, (Peter/Neal)
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: ~500
Summary: A temporary separation can't keep Peter and Neal from enjoying themselves, even on one of the hottest nights of the year. Set in the Wonder(ful) Years ‘Verse, sometime after Something We Never Dreamt We Could Have
A/N: This one almost didn’t happen. Please thank the ever-wonderful
sinfulslasher for her unwitting inspiration. Peter knew that these separations were inevitable. Just because they were both SAICs in a busy FBI field office didn’t mean that they were immune to the occasional overnight field assignments. He had drawn the short straw and had to go interview a witness in Nowheresville, New York State, a few miles south of the Canadian border. It was a nice drive, and he didn’t mind getting out of Manhattan in the middle of a July heat wave.
It was just that he hated being stuck in a hotel room without working air conditioning in Upper Bumfuck, when knowing that Neal was at home in cool confines of their Upper West Side apartment. Probably lolling about on the Italian cotton sheets – the ones that were better than silk – jerking off as the cool air swirled around him.
He groaned, unwittingly aroused by the thought of Neal, naked on those white sheets, thighs spread, one hand fondling his balls, the other toying with his nipples.
It was way too hot for this. Way too hot to jerk off. He couldn’t even open a window – not that it was any cooler outside. But it was mosquito season and he’d probably end up sucked dry of blood before morning.
Sucked
Peter groaned. How was it, at forty-seven, that he still had the sex drive of an eighteen year-old? Wasn’t sexual drive supposed to diminish when men got older? Why could words, even in the least sexual of contexts, make him hard enough to crack stone?
His cell phone buzzed with an incoming text. It was from Neal.
Whatcha doing?
He wasn’t one of those people with extra-long thumbs – he needed both hands to text. Which made sexting a little difficult. He called Neal back, instead.
“Hey.”
“Hey you. So, what are you doing?”
“Keeping cool. Or trying to – it’s hot as hell here.”
“Wish I could make you jealous, but there’s a brown-out and the a/c’s down.
So – no Neal lying on the bed, enjoying the cool air. Good.
Still, Peter massaged his cock through his shorts. No point in wasting this. “You know, Neal - they say…”
Neal interrupted him. “They say a lot of things.”
Peter ignored the interruption. “They say that the body has natural air conditioning. If you sweat, you’ll cool off.”
Neal was a little slow on the uptake. He actually whined. "It’s too hot to go exercise."
“Really? Too hot for any exercise?”
There was silence, and finally Neal chuckled. “You think jerking off’s going to cool me down?”
“It’ll make you sweat. I’ll make you sweat.”
“You are such a pervert, Peter Burke. Are you using your FBI issued cell phone? Are you touching yourself while talking to me on your FBI-issued cell phone, abusing yourself while abusing government resources?”
“You know I am, and you’re just as much of a perv, Neal Caffrey.”
Neal laughed, and the sound went right to his dick. He stroked himself, enjoying the feel of his hot, heavy flesh in the palm of his hand. Life was wonderful - he really didn’t need Neal to talk dirty to him, he could come just from the sound of his husband’s laughter.
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Heee! Both hot and funny--this is awesome.
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Another wonderful addition to my favorite verse :D Thank you :D
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Neal talking like dial-a-porn made me laugh. I'm thinking that having Neal for a husband is plenty of reason for Peter to have the sex drive of an 18-year-old.
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<3 them
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I think my air conditioner's pouring hot air into my room. I need to get it fixed.
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Simultaneously the funniest and hottest line. <3
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Awww. <3 This is so sweet. I love how in love they are. And love Neal teasing Peter about the phone. :D
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Neal was a little slow on the uptake. He actually whined. "It’s too hot to go exercise."
LOL!
And this:
He stroked himself, enjoying the feel of his hot, heavy flesh in the palm of his hand.
GUH.
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Every little moment that you give me from this verse is a treasure.
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And I really need to finally find the time to read your Wonder(ful) Years 'verse, dammit. *contemplate cloning self*
(Also? Just a technicality, but you didn't actually make Neal come in his pants. *wags stern finger* Hee!)
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“You are such a pervert, Peter Burke. Are you using your FBI issued cell phone? Are you touching yourself while talking to me on your FBI-issued cell phone, abusing yourself while abusing government resources?”
Wonderfully hot and funny at the same time.
Great job.
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I will definitely be mining the Wonderful Years for more MMOM moments.
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And yes, if I had my own Neal at home, I'd have the sex drive of an 18 year old, too!
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I <3 them, too. Can't get enough of 'em.
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Thank you!
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I honestly can hear Neal saying that in my head.
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Look for more WY timestamps for the Merry Month...
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You haven't read The Wonder(ful) Years yet? *contemplates how to give Gaby more hours in the day*
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This one almost didn't happen, but I'm so glad I got inspired at the last moment.
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And no, I haven't! D: The masterpost has been bookmarked for ages, and whenever you post a new installment, I get all grumpy because I can't read it! Or, ya know, I tell myself I'd better not read it until I've read the rest because I want to know the 'verse first.
I need to clone myself!!! *wails*
(You really have to ask if I haven't read the 'verse yet? I'd've left glowing feedback if I had, I'm sure! Tsk! ;P)
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Adorable drabble (as always) !
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