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elrhiarhodanTitle: New York, New York - It’s a Helluva Town – Part IV – In Dappled Sunlight Off Of the 79th Street Transverse
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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: ~2000 (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 thatkelly_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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Elizabeth clung to Peter and Neal as they made their way out of the Egyptian wing, back across the Great Hall, through the European Decorative Arts galleries. When Neal stopped at the display of horological instruments, and Peter had to bodily drag him away, she laughed. Neal was like a magpie, almost congenitally attracted to pretty, shiny things. When they finally made it to the bank of elevators up to the rooftop sculpture garden, there was quite a crowd waiting. She leaned back against Neal, and tried the little hip and shoulder action that never failed to arouse Peter. Of course it worked, and Neal’s hands gripping her arms sent a thrill through her. What was even better was the expression on Peter’s face as he watched her, watched Neal, watched them. She’s been dreaming about this and they’d been talking about this for so long that it didn’t even feel real.
They finally made it into an elevator car, and the trip was way too short for her satisfaction, with Peter standing in front of her, and Neal behind. It was a day filled with one orgasm after another - which made it the best kind of day. By all rights, she should have been exhausted, but the excitement just kept building in her blood. And fell completely flat when they walked out onto the beautiful rooftop garden. It was completely, utterly wide open. Not a single sheltering structure or oversized planter or secret corner. No convenient air conditioning units. Even the sculptures - Jeff Koons, naturally - were light and airy and barely attached to the ground.
“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!” If it wasn’t so juvenile, she would have stamped her foot. “The new roof garden at MOMA is much more accommodating!”
There were way too many people, and perversely, not enough of a crowd. Peter just stood there, smirking at her and Neal had an expression of slight horror - that she actually might want to try for penetrative sex in such an open space. Elizabeth enjoyed secret sex, but there would be nothing secret about doing it up here. It would be just a public performance. That was something completely different, and just not her kink.
“Elizabeth - please, let’s just go back to my apartment. It’s not far - just think of that big bed, those clean, white sheets…” Neal wasn’t precisely begging - well, he actually was begging - but it was just too cute and sexy to be called begging. More like pleading. It made her want to do dark, unspeakable things to him.
Peter laughed a little evilly (something that Elizabeth was never able to manage), as if her thoughts were encapsulated in a little bubbles floating above her head, and he was reading them. Neal just blinked and stared at them, bemused and aroused. Which was even more unbearably cute and sexy. In a fit of pique, she turned around, her skirt swirling about her thighs and ran down the staircase. Peter and Neal followed close behind, like hounds on the scent.
She headed back towards the Great Hall, but Neal caught her hand and pulled her towards the wine bar. “There’s an exit out to the Park this way.” Peter followed close behind. Elizabeth watched as Neal charmed the maître ‘d to allow them through the waiting crowd and out the back doors.
Neal, happy in the thought that he was getting his way, walked backwards in front of her - showing off. Peter was a few steps behind her, probably watching her ass. The three of them walked on the footpath parallel to East Drive, and turned west onto the 79th Street Transverse. They made it past the Belvedere Castle when Elizabeth pulled Neal off of the path and into the trees.
Neal balked. “Elizabeth...we are not having sex here.”
She grinned and pushed him up against a tree. If Neal really thought that he was going to get to orchestrate this encounter, he had another thing coming to him.
“El, please - don’t break him before I get a chance to play.” Peter said, mildly.
“Yeah, El...Elizabeth. Don’t break the merchandise.” Neal didn’t sound particularly enthusiastic or particularly upset. Just kind of neutral, like he was not sure of the rules to the game.
She supposed that wasn’t too surprising. She was making a very public play for a man not her husband, in front of her husband - the man who held the keys to his freedom. If Peter didn’t like Neal putting his hands and his mouth on her - and (hopefully soon) his cock inside of her, he could cause Neal some serious hurt.
“Peter - tell Neal it’s okay. I think he’s nervous.”
“Neal, it’s okay - just do what El tells you. After ten years of marriage, I’ve learned that that’s always the best course of action. And don’t be afraid to say no. The worst thing that can happen is that you’ll go back to prison.”
Elizabeth rounded on her husband. “Peter Burke! You apologize right now - that isn’t even funny. Neal’s not going back to prison if he says no. I’ll be disappointed, naturally - but he’ll survive that. Barely.” She stood there in the tree-filtered sunlight, arms crossed, tapping her foot, waiting.
“El - I don’t think he took me seriously.”
Elizabeth wasn’t having any of Peter’s excuses. “I said, ‘apologize’.”
“Elizabeth - it’s okay. I know Peter was joking. I’m okay with this. But I’d really like a bed for the first time. And we’re not that far. Just a little ways out of the Park, and a few blocks west. A ten minute walk, max. I promise.”
She turned back to Neal, tilted her head and considered his diffidence. “What’s the matter, Neal? Don’t you like the fresh air, the feel of sunlight on your skin?”
Neal rubbed the back of his neck, and gave her a sheepish grin. “Elizabeth - I’m not exactly dressed for outdoor sex - unlike your husband. I don’t want to ruin the clothes. And before you even suggest it, I’m not getting bare assed ten feet from a public road!”
Elizabeth wouldn’t swear on it, but she thought she heard Peter whisper “pussy” in disgust. “How about just a kiss? You won’t hurt your precious wardrobe by kissing me.”
Neal hummed and smiled at her. As he leaned in, she grabbed his tie. Startled, he dropped the sketchbook and pulled her close. They danced around, trying to find the best fit together. Neal threaded his hands through her hair, delicately moving the strands away from her brow, cupping her cheeks, brushing his thumb across her lips. She leaned into that gentle, worshipful touch, and when Neal finally captured her lips with his, she bit down.
Hard.
And drew blood.
Neal pulled back and stared at her, shocked that his sex fairy had turned mean. Elizabeth licked her lips, painting them with his blood. He looked so damn beautiful in the shaded sunlight, pupils blown, his lower lip pouting and so swollen. He grabbed the back of her skull, not gently this time, and brought her mouth to his. No gentle, worshipful lover now. Neal became an animal, devouring her, returning bites and nips, fencing tongues - he ate at her the way he had attacked Peter earlier, inside the museum.
Neal’s mid-day beard scraped along her cheeks and against her jaw as he pressed hard, biting kisses against her mouth and then down her throat. When he pressed his teeth against the side of her neck, she mewled. When he bit down, her hips bucked against his groin and she came again. Harder than any other time all day.
Dazed from her orgasm, she heard Neal commanding Peter to lean up against the nearest tree and he backed her up against her husband. She also heard him ask Peter for a condom.
“I’ve got - in the pocket of my skirt.”
“Elizabeth - shut up, just shut your mouth.” Neal was going a little wild, and she loved it. He was always so perfectly composed - and it excited her to see him so rattled. Peter growled a bit at this less-than-gentlemanly Neal.
“You want me to fuck your wife? Well, I’m going to fuck her - and you’re going to feel every god-damned stroke.” He fumbled at her the sides of her skirt, looking for the condoms. She reached down and helped him, and he grabbed the packet out of her hand.
“Lift up your skirt, Elizabeth.” She shivered - this dominant Neal was an unexpected pleasure. She watched as he undid his belt, and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She felt Peter, against her back, holding his breath. They both moaned when Neal finally pulled out his cock. It was big, but perfectly proportioned - a double handful - like Peter’s. Elizabeth was glad she was a size queen.
Neal didn’t even look down as he ripped open foil packet and skinned himself with the latex. He stroked his hand up and down his cock, taunting them. “Like what you see?” Elizabeth couldn’t help herself - she reached out and tried to touch him, but Neal back away. “I said, lift up you skirt.”
She obeyed and Neal stepped in close. She lifted a leg and wrapped it around his thigh and he pulled her thong out of the way. Neal bent his knees and buried himself to the hilt with one hard stroke.
He pressed up tight against her, his pubic bone rocking hard against her clit and stayed there, unmoving. She realized he wasn’t looking at her - but at Peter, over her shoulder. He ground against her, not withdrawing even a fraction. Peter’s leather covered cock, and the metal buttons of his fly dug into her ass, and she squirmed back and forth, like a trapped animal. She began to keen as Peter licked and nipped at the same place on her neck where Neal bit her.
Neal put his mouth against her ear and started whispering dirty things to her - like how it did it feel to be someone’s sex toy and how tight and dripping wet her cunt was. She loved it. Peter did many things to her very well, but talking dirty during sex wasn’t one of them.
Neal finally began to stroke in and out of her. His size and heat and force were driving her crazy, and she lost count of how many times she came. Peter started rocking back against her ass cheeks, and she felt him lose control, coming in his pants. Neal started shuttling in and out of her, slamming into her harder and harder. She clenched around him one more time and came so hard it seemed the edges of her vision turned white, then black.
Neal must have come as well, because the next think she felt was him pulling out of her, and stepping back. Peter put his arms around her and kept her upright as her skirt fell back down to her knees.
Neal tucked himself back his pants, and Elizabeth wondered what he had done with the condom. He wouldn’t meet her eyes, and she began to worry. Had she pushed him too far?
“Neal - its okay - are you alright?”
He finally looked at her and at Peter. There was a bemused expression on his face, but then he suddenly smiled - no, he grinned. Evilly. At Peter.
“What?”
“It’s still three-quarters of a mile walk to my apartment, and I was thinking that all that, er, moisture, your skin and the leather. That’s going to chafe a bit.”
Neal picked up his sketchbook, walked back up to the road and out of the park. Elizabeth and Peter followed, a bit more gingerly. Neal was right - chafing might be a problem.
FIN
Author:
elrhiarhodanFandom: 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: ~2000 (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...Elizabeth clung to Peter and Neal as they made their way out of the Egyptian wing, back across the Great Hall, through the European Decorative Arts galleries. When Neal stopped at the display of horological instruments, and Peter had to bodily drag him away, she laughed. Neal was like a magpie, almost congenitally attracted to pretty, shiny things. When they finally made it to the bank of elevators up to the rooftop sculpture garden, there was quite a crowd waiting. She leaned back against Neal, and tried the little hip and shoulder action that never failed to arouse Peter. Of course it worked, and Neal’s hands gripping her arms sent a thrill through her. What was even better was the expression on Peter’s face as he watched her, watched Neal, watched them. She’s been dreaming about this and they’d been talking about this for so long that it didn’t even feel real.
They finally made it into an elevator car, and the trip was way too short for her satisfaction, with Peter standing in front of her, and Neal behind. It was a day filled with one orgasm after another - which made it the best kind of day. By all rights, she should have been exhausted, but the excitement just kept building in her blood. And fell completely flat when they walked out onto the beautiful rooftop garden. It was completely, utterly wide open. Not a single sheltering structure or oversized planter or secret corner. No convenient air conditioning units. Even the sculptures - Jeff Koons, naturally - were light and airy and barely attached to the ground.
“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!” If it wasn’t so juvenile, she would have stamped her foot. “The new roof garden at MOMA is much more accommodating!”
There were way too many people, and perversely, not enough of a crowd. Peter just stood there, smirking at her and Neal had an expression of slight horror - that she actually might want to try for penetrative sex in such an open space. Elizabeth enjoyed secret sex, but there would be nothing secret about doing it up here. It would be just a public performance. That was something completely different, and just not her kink.
“Elizabeth - please, let’s just go back to my apartment. It’s not far - just think of that big bed, those clean, white sheets…” Neal wasn’t precisely begging - well, he actually was begging - but it was just too cute and sexy to be called begging. More like pleading. It made her want to do dark, unspeakable things to him.
Peter laughed a little evilly (something that Elizabeth was never able to manage), as if her thoughts were encapsulated in a little bubbles floating above her head, and he was reading them. Neal just blinked and stared at them, bemused and aroused. Which was even more unbearably cute and sexy. In a fit of pique, she turned around, her skirt swirling about her thighs and ran down the staircase. Peter and Neal followed close behind, like hounds on the scent.
She headed back towards the Great Hall, but Neal caught her hand and pulled her towards the wine bar. “There’s an exit out to the Park this way.” Peter followed close behind. Elizabeth watched as Neal charmed the maître ‘d to allow them through the waiting crowd and out the back doors.
Neal, happy in the thought that he was getting his way, walked backwards in front of her - showing off. Peter was a few steps behind her, probably watching her ass. The three of them walked on the footpath parallel to East Drive, and turned west onto the 79th Street Transverse. They made it past the Belvedere Castle when Elizabeth pulled Neal off of the path and into the trees.
Neal balked. “Elizabeth...we are not having sex here.”
She grinned and pushed him up against a tree. If Neal really thought that he was going to get to orchestrate this encounter, he had another thing coming to him.
“El, please - don’t break him before I get a chance to play.” Peter said, mildly.
“Yeah, El...Elizabeth. Don’t break the merchandise.” Neal didn’t sound particularly enthusiastic or particularly upset. Just kind of neutral, like he was not sure of the rules to the game.
She supposed that wasn’t too surprising. She was making a very public play for a man not her husband, in front of her husband - the man who held the keys to his freedom. If Peter didn’t like Neal putting his hands and his mouth on her - and (hopefully soon) his cock inside of her, he could cause Neal some serious hurt.
“Peter - tell Neal it’s okay. I think he’s nervous.”
“Neal, it’s okay - just do what El tells you. After ten years of marriage, I’ve learned that that’s always the best course of action. And don’t be afraid to say no. The worst thing that can happen is that you’ll go back to prison.”
Elizabeth rounded on her husband. “Peter Burke! You apologize right now - that isn’t even funny. Neal’s not going back to prison if he says no. I’ll be disappointed, naturally - but he’ll survive that. Barely.” She stood there in the tree-filtered sunlight, arms crossed, tapping her foot, waiting.
“El - I don’t think he took me seriously.”
Elizabeth wasn’t having any of Peter’s excuses. “I said, ‘apologize’.”
“Elizabeth - it’s okay. I know Peter was joking. I’m okay with this. But I’d really like a bed for the first time. And we’re not that far. Just a little ways out of the Park, and a few blocks west. A ten minute walk, max. I promise.”
She turned back to Neal, tilted her head and considered his diffidence. “What’s the matter, Neal? Don’t you like the fresh air, the feel of sunlight on your skin?”
Neal rubbed the back of his neck, and gave her a sheepish grin. “Elizabeth - I’m not exactly dressed for outdoor sex - unlike your husband. I don’t want to ruin the clothes. And before you even suggest it, I’m not getting bare assed ten feet from a public road!”
Elizabeth wouldn’t swear on it, but she thought she heard Peter whisper “pussy” in disgust. “How about just a kiss? You won’t hurt your precious wardrobe by kissing me.”
Neal hummed and smiled at her. As he leaned in, she grabbed his tie. Startled, he dropped the sketchbook and pulled her close. They danced around, trying to find the best fit together. Neal threaded his hands through her hair, delicately moving the strands away from her brow, cupping her cheeks, brushing his thumb across her lips. She leaned into that gentle, worshipful touch, and when Neal finally captured her lips with his, she bit down.
Hard.
And drew blood.
Neal pulled back and stared at her, shocked that his sex fairy had turned mean. Elizabeth licked her lips, painting them with his blood. He looked so damn beautiful in the shaded sunlight, pupils blown, his lower lip pouting and so swollen. He grabbed the back of her skull, not gently this time, and brought her mouth to his. No gentle, worshipful lover now. Neal became an animal, devouring her, returning bites and nips, fencing tongues - he ate at her the way he had attacked Peter earlier, inside the museum.
Neal’s mid-day beard scraped along her cheeks and against her jaw as he pressed hard, biting kisses against her mouth and then down her throat. When he pressed his teeth against the side of her neck, she mewled. When he bit down, her hips bucked against his groin and she came again. Harder than any other time all day.
Dazed from her orgasm, she heard Neal commanding Peter to lean up against the nearest tree and he backed her up against her husband. She also heard him ask Peter for a condom.
“I’ve got - in the pocket of my skirt.”
“Elizabeth - shut up, just shut your mouth.” Neal was going a little wild, and she loved it. He was always so perfectly composed - and it excited her to see him so rattled. Peter growled a bit at this less-than-gentlemanly Neal.
“You want me to fuck your wife? Well, I’m going to fuck her - and you’re going to feel every god-damned stroke.” He fumbled at her the sides of her skirt, looking for the condoms. She reached down and helped him, and he grabbed the packet out of her hand.
“Lift up your skirt, Elizabeth.” She shivered - this dominant Neal was an unexpected pleasure. She watched as he undid his belt, and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She felt Peter, against her back, holding his breath. They both moaned when Neal finally pulled out his cock. It was big, but perfectly proportioned - a double handful - like Peter’s. Elizabeth was glad she was a size queen.
Neal didn’t even look down as he ripped open foil packet and skinned himself with the latex. He stroked his hand up and down his cock, taunting them. “Like what you see?” Elizabeth couldn’t help herself - she reached out and tried to touch him, but Neal back away. “I said, lift up you skirt.”
She obeyed and Neal stepped in close. She lifted a leg and wrapped it around his thigh and he pulled her thong out of the way. Neal bent his knees and buried himself to the hilt with one hard stroke.
He pressed up tight against her, his pubic bone rocking hard against her clit and stayed there, unmoving. She realized he wasn’t looking at her - but at Peter, over her shoulder. He ground against her, not withdrawing even a fraction. Peter’s leather covered cock, and the metal buttons of his fly dug into her ass, and she squirmed back and forth, like a trapped animal. She began to keen as Peter licked and nipped at the same place on her neck where Neal bit her.
Neal put his mouth against her ear and started whispering dirty things to her - like how it did it feel to be someone’s sex toy and how tight and dripping wet her cunt was. She loved it. Peter did many things to her very well, but talking dirty during sex wasn’t one of them.
Neal finally began to stroke in and out of her. His size and heat and force were driving her crazy, and she lost count of how many times she came. Peter started rocking back against her ass cheeks, and she felt him lose control, coming in his pants. Neal started shuttling in and out of her, slamming into her harder and harder. She clenched around him one more time and came so hard it seemed the edges of her vision turned white, then black.
Neal must have come as well, because the next think she felt was him pulling out of her, and stepping back. Peter put his arms around her and kept her upright as her skirt fell back down to her knees.
Neal tucked himself back his pants, and Elizabeth wondered what he had done with the condom. He wouldn’t meet her eyes, and she began to worry. Had she pushed him too far?
“Neal - its okay - are you alright?”
He finally looked at her and at Peter. There was a bemused expression on his face, but then he suddenly smiled - no, he grinned. Evilly. At Peter.
“What?”
“It’s still three-quarters of a mile walk to my apartment, and I was thinking that all that, er, moisture, your skin and the leather. That’s going to chafe a bit.”
Neal picked up his sketchbook, walked back up to the road and out of the park. Elizabeth and Peter followed, a bit more gingerly. Neal was right - chafing might be a problem.
Tags:
- character: elizabeth burke,
- character: neal caffrey,
- character: peter burke,
- genre: angst,
- genre: first time,
- genre: het,
- genre: marital sex,
- genre: pre-ot3,
- genre: pre-slash,
- genre: slash,
- genre: smut,
- kink: angry sex,
- kink: clothes/clothes porn,
- kink: frotting,
- kink: marital sex,
- kink: public sex,
- new york city,
- pairing: elizabeth/neal,
- pairing: peter/elizabeth,
- type: fan fiction,
- white collar,
- written for: collarkink,
- year: 2010
