White Collar Ficlet - A Secret Fetish

[elrhiarhodan]

Title:  A Secret Fetish
Author: elrhiarhodan
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: White Collar
Characters/Pairings: Neal Caffrey/Peter Burke
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: Unexpected Erections
Word Count: ~400
Summary: He never saw it coming.  Written for a prompt from asimaiyat 

Peter has known about Neal's "thing" for his bifocals - since the very first day he wore them at the office. He thought he'd hate to wear them, that it would be tangible evidence of advancing age, but seeing Neal's unexpected reaction completely changed his mind. He tried not to abuse Neal's sanity too much, and only wore them when he absolutely needed to. Or just wanted to get a rise out of his partner.

But Neal doesn't know that Peter has his own "thing," his own secret fetish. And it predates Neal's thing for his glasses by almost a year.

It's The Hat.

The first time he saw Neal come down those stairs, in that vintage suit and tie and flip that silly hat on his head, Peter went hard as a rock. Oh, he joked and snidely called Neal "Dino." But all he wanted to do, at that very moment, was rip that stupid suit off Neal's body and fuck him on the staircase - with that hat still on. So inappropriate, so very, very wrong. Peter bent over a bit, let his overcoat cover his massive erection and sniped at Neal about the hat and the coffee and lectured him about running cons on wealthy older women and just about shoved him into the car.

That first week, trying to get to the Dutchman, Neal pretty much stuck with a black trilby, and by the time they closed the case, Peter was able to keep his unfortunate reaction under control - most of the time. But when he came back from Belize, other items from the late Byron's collection kept showing up on Neal's head. But the worst (or the best) was always that black trilby with the wide black ribbon. Peter nearly came in his pants the first time Neal walked into the office wearing a close cut black suit, white shirt, narrow black tie and that hat.

Peter found himself spending too much of day trying not to look at Neal, who would tip the hat to the back of his head. And being a man who strongly valued his self-control, and instead of going to lunch with his team, Peter ended up walking fifteen blocks uptown to a sporting goods store, and bought a cup.

And then to a nearby drug store for a box of condoms.