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elrhiarhodanTitle: How To Keep Cool (On a Hot Summer’s Day)
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Rating: NC-17
Fandom: White Collar
Characters/Pairings: Neal Caffrey, Peter Burke, Elizabeth Burke
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: Hoses, Water, Frotting, Wet Jeans, Oversized Wet Board Shorts, Masturbation
Word Count: ~500
Summary: Originally written for the Kink!Meme forgyzym and published in her journal, back in early May. It’s 98 degrees out, and with the Wet Matt Bomer pics plastered all over the place, I thought it may be worth republishing this for everyone to enjoy and to enjoy again.
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“You little shit.”
Peter is soaked from shoulders to waist, and when he reaches for Neal, he gets another blast from the hose, drenching him just above the belt line. But he doesn't let that shot deter him, nor the one that hits him right in the crotch. The water isn’t cold and the pressure is relatively gentle, since he has hooked the hose up to the inside line for bathing the dog.
“Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it Peter?” Neal is naked and soaking wet himself. After he finishes drying Satchmo off and lets the dog back inside, Peter grabs him and shoves the hose down the front of his pants - a pair of Peter’s old board shorts. The weight of the water and the extra room in the waistband drag them down past Neal’s hips, and rather than fight gravity, Neal gives Peter a little strip-tease. He tosses the soggy shorts at Peter, and picks up the discarded hose, getting back some of his own.
Neal kepts backing up, hitting Peter with strategically placed shots on the chest, the arms, the groin, but he eventually runs out of room in the small backyard. Peter presses his advantage, literally – shoving Neal against the fence, yanking the hose from him and tossing it aside.
Neal, completely naked and slippery wet, spins Peter around. “Better your ass against the fence.” Peter pushes back and somehow they both end up on the ground, Peter on top – as usual. He shoves himself against Neal, who hisses in pleasure and pain from the rough, wet denim and the button fly against his cock. Peter rears back and struggles to unbutton himself, but the stiff material won't cooperate. Neal solves the problem by yanking the material opened. His cool, wet fingers feel good against Peter’s hot cock as he drags it out of his soaking wet boxers.
Neal pulls Peter back down against him and reaches down to align their cocks, but Peter jerks Neal’s hand away and sets the rhythm, grinding and twisting his hips in a rough simulation of penetration. Peter hammers brutally against Neal and only their shared pre-cum keep their cocks from being rubbed completely raw. Neal shoves back hard and comes. Peter continues to frot against Neal until he explodes as well.
Peter rolls off Neal and lays on his back, enjoying the patch of blue sky. Over the bird song and traffic sounds, his own pounding heartbeat and Neal’s heavy breathing, he hears a familiar moan. He turns his head to see the deliciously obscene sight of his wife, her breasts dragged out on top of her bra, one hand pinching a cherry red nipple, the other one buried in her loose white shorts.
Neal sees her too, and reaches for the hose.
FIN
Author:
elrhiarhodan Rating: NC-17
Fandom: White Collar
Characters/Pairings: Neal Caffrey, Peter Burke, Elizabeth Burke
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: Hoses, Water, Frotting, Wet Jeans, Oversized Wet Board Shorts, Masturbation
Word Count: ~500
Summary: Originally written for the Kink!Meme for
gyzym and published in her journal, back in early May. It’s 98 degrees out, and with the Wet Matt Bomer pics plastered all over the place, I thought it may be worth republishing this for everyone to enjoy and to enjoy again.“You little shit.”
Peter is soaked from shoulders to waist, and when he reaches for Neal, he gets another blast from the hose, drenching him just above the belt line. But he doesn't let that shot deter him, nor the one that hits him right in the crotch. The water isn’t cold and the pressure is relatively gentle, since he has hooked the hose up to the inside line for bathing the dog.
“Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it Peter?” Neal is naked and soaking wet himself. After he finishes drying Satchmo off and lets the dog back inside, Peter grabs him and shoves the hose down the front of his pants - a pair of Peter’s old board shorts. The weight of the water and the extra room in the waistband drag them down past Neal’s hips, and rather than fight gravity, Neal gives Peter a little strip-tease. He tosses the soggy shorts at Peter, and picks up the discarded hose, getting back some of his own.
Neal kepts backing up, hitting Peter with strategically placed shots on the chest, the arms, the groin, but he eventually runs out of room in the small backyard. Peter presses his advantage, literally – shoving Neal against the fence, yanking the hose from him and tossing it aside.
Neal, completely naked and slippery wet, spins Peter around. “Better your ass against the fence.” Peter pushes back and somehow they both end up on the ground, Peter on top – as usual. He shoves himself against Neal, who hisses in pleasure and pain from the rough, wet denim and the button fly against his cock. Peter rears back and struggles to unbutton himself, but the stiff material won't cooperate. Neal solves the problem by yanking the material opened. His cool, wet fingers feel good against Peter’s hot cock as he drags it out of his soaking wet boxers.
Neal pulls Peter back down against him and reaches down to align their cocks, but Peter jerks Neal’s hand away and sets the rhythm, grinding and twisting his hips in a rough simulation of penetration. Peter hammers brutally against Neal and only their shared pre-cum keep their cocks from being rubbed completely raw. Neal shoves back hard and comes. Peter continues to frot against Neal until he explodes as well.
Peter rolls off Neal and lays on his back, enjoying the patch of blue sky. Over the bird song and traffic sounds, his own pounding heartbeat and Neal’s heavy breathing, he hears a familiar moan. He turns his head to see the deliciously obscene sight of his wife, her breasts dragged out on top of her bra, one hand pinching a cherry red nipple, the other one buried in her loose white shorts.
Neal sees her too, and reaches for the hose.
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Date: 2010-07-05 06:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-06 12:59 pm (UTC)(Thanks!)
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Date: 2010-07-05 06:13 pm (UTC)*fans herself*
Voyeur!El xDD
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Date: 2010-07-06 01:00 pm (UTC)Are you okay?
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Date: 2010-07-07 09:58 pm (UTC)You did that on purpose, didn't you x__x
<33333 Hahahaha lovely icon *keeps staring*
Uhm.. well yeah I'm fine. And you won't be arrested!! Over my
alreadydead bones!!!Hey! Did you add me as a friend??? Yay!Thank you :P *huggles*
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Date: 2010-07-05 06:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-06 01:01 pm (UTC)(Thank you)
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Date: 2010-07-05 08:09 pm (UTC)Lovely & fun & sexy and a perfectly light read on a lazy afternoon. Loved how you brought the scene and the action to life without getting bogged down in too much description (or too little).
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Date: 2010-07-05 08:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-06 01:03 pm (UTC)Go cool off, and come back soon.
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Date: 2010-07-06 01:02 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-07-06 03:39 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2010-07-06 01:05 pm (UTC)A hose and two wet nekkid men. Can't think of a better way to spend an afternoon.
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Date: 2010-07-06 06:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-06 01:05 pm (UTC)She certainly knows how to appreciate the view.
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Date: 2010-07-06 02:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-06 02:06 pm (UTC)(I had actually decided to repost this - it was a comment!fic - after seeing the Wet Bomer pics. Oh, YUM)