White Collar Fic - New York, New York, It's a Helluva Town - Part III

[elrhiarhodan]

Title: New York, New York - It’s a Helluva Town – Part III – Kissing In Public
Author: elrhiarhodan
Fandom: White Collar
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Peter Burke, Elizabeth Burke, Neal Caffrey, New York City (Peter/Elizabeth, Peter/Neal this part)
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: Private sex acts in public settings
Word Count: ~800 (this part)
Beta Credit: None
Summary: Kink Meme Prompt Reply: El has a kink. She loves to have dirty sex in public places and Bad!Peter is always willing to indulge her. The hire Rentboy!Neal for a frolic. Extra points for dirty talk and sex in a really refined place like The Cloisters or the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Double bonus for Peter in leather. I couldn’t manage to get Neal as a male prostitute, the story kept turning into something that kelly_girl wrote (In Between the Lines) a while back. So, we’ve got Dom!Peter, SexFairy!El, and Sad!Neal all set to have sex...on a bus, in a museum, in the park...

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Peter shifted around and straddled the stone bench. He put his hand over Neal’s heart, and could feel it racing. “Are you frightened, Neal?”

Neal shook his head ‘no,’ then laughed and looked Peter in the eye. “Yes, I’m terrified. Does that excite you?”

Elizabeth, still kneeling at their feet, let out a little moan, bit her lip and rocked back and forth on her heels. Both Peter and Neal looked down at her, and she couldn’t meet their eyes, but a flush started from her chest and rose up to hairline.

“Peter, what’s with your wife? She’s acting a little strange.”

“I think she just came. Again.” Peter held his hand out to Elizabeth, who was a little wobbly as got to her feet. “Honey – did I give you permission to come?” Peter heard Neal’s breath catch in his throat.

Peter considered the next move in this dance. El was pretty unstoppable at this point, but Neal had to be delicately played. He didn’t know how much prison had damaged him, but he knew that Kate’s betrayal left deep scars. The fun and games he and El enjoyed might be a bit too much for Neal, who seemed emotionally fragile these days. But faint of heart never won the fair maiden – or in this case, the fair man.

“Neal, El and I like our games and we want to include you – but only if you’re willing. We can keep this straight…” El giggled at the word straight. “Straight vanilla, if you want.” Neal’s eyebrows disappeared into his hairline, as if he never expected Peter to know that there was anything but ‘vanilla’ when it came to sex.


“Or we can play this however you want. El likes me to fuck her in secret, in very public places – and I’m inclined to indulge her.” Neal licked his lips and Peter smiled. It seemed that Neal wasn’t exactly adverse to the idea.

Neal swallowed a few times and finally found his voice. “You did once hint that you and Elizabeth liked something a little more than a ‘romp in the sheets,’ but I wasn’t expecting this.”

“I’ve told you more than once, Neal – don’t underestimate me.”

“Peter, trust me – that will never happen again.” Neal smiled, an ear-to-ear grin that Peter hadn’t seen in quite a while. “If Elizabeth likes secret sex in public, what’s your kink?”

Peter didn’t say anything, he just smiled – that evil, shark’s grin. Neal’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “And Elizabeth lets you?”

“Every chance she gets.” Elizabeth chimed in. “Peter, kiss Neal again. I want to watch up close.”

Peter leaned in, but Neal backed away a bit, and looked around. “You know, I really like this place – I’d hate to get kicked out.”

Elizabeth giggled and reassured Neal. “Oh, we’ve had sex in the Met at least a dozen times, twice inside the Temple itself. Now, are you going to kiss Peter?”

Peter cupped the back of Neal’s skull, his strong hands massaging his scalp. Neal writhed like a cat against the caress, and as he closed the distance, something caught his eye – a teenager with a cell phone camera.

“Shit – we can’t do this here, not unless you want pictures of us all over the Internet.”

Peter reared back, nearly toppling Elizabeth from his lap. He looked around and saw at least four people with cameras aimed in their direction. There was also a museum guard heading their way. There was no escaping the fact that two men and a woman kissing in public was extremely valuable fodder for the more salacious news sites – particularly when two of the participants were as devastatingly attractive as Neal and his wife. There probably would be a bounty on identities if the photos did get published.

Peter stood up and helped his wife to her feet. Neal got up with them, and picked up his nearly forgotten sketchbook. “I think we’d better find someplace a little more discrete.”

Elizabeth made a little moue of disappointment as she tucked her one hand into Neal’s and the other into Peter’s hands. “So, where to now?”

Peter looked at Neal. “Any suggestions, partner?”

Neal considered the question. “Honestly, the first time we’re together, I’d like it to be in a bed. Mine’s just across the Park.”

Elizabeth shivered. “Central Park…” Her eyes practically glowed with the possibilities.

Seeing Elizabeth’s crazy excitement, Neal couldn’t resist adding – “The sculpture garden on the roof is pretty wide open, but I wouldn’t mind playing lookout.” Neal shook his head, laughing at himself. “What am I getting myself into?”

Elizabeth looked up at Peter – “Please, pretty please?”

All Peter said was “Which way to the elevators?”

End Part III


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