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elrhiarhodanTitle: Riding the Lake Shore Limited
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Fandom: White Collar
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Neal Caffrey, Moz (Neal/Moz)
Spoilers: Forging Bonds (S2.11)
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: ~900
Summary: Pre-series, Neal and Moz take a little trip.
Written for my oldest LJ friend,photoash, on the occasion of her birthday. Last week, she prompted me for “Riding the Overnight Train” with Neal/Moz, pre-series, for my Fic-Can-Ukah meme. And since it’s her birthday, I thought I’d give it to her a little early. Happy birthday, Darling! Hope you enjoy it and have a terrific and very special day.
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“So, tell me again – why are we taking the overnight train from New York to Chicago?” Neal stowed his duffle bag in the small storage area of their sleeper compartment.
“Because one should learn to appreciate the romance of train travel.” Moz replied. He turned around, surveyed the accommodations and sighed. There was little romance to be found in the tiny compartment with its well-worn furnishings and odd smells.
“You know, there’s a shuttle that goes from New York to Chicago. It takes about two hours.” Neal retorted.
“Yeah, and you need all sorts of identification to get on an airplane these days.”
“As if that’s ever been an issue for either of us.” Neal grinned at him – he looked impossibly beautiful and impossibly young. Moz felt like he was the corruptor of innocence, until that grin took on a salacious cast and he remembered that it had been Neal that did the seducing that first time.
“Not now, horn dog. Wait until we pull out of the station.”
Neal laughed and hauled himself onto the upper berth and stretched out. “Hand me my book?”
Moz was startled by the title. “Anais Nin’s ‘Little Birds’?”
Neal shrugged. “You told me to read and learn, and well, what’s wrong with a well-rounded education?” The glint in his eyes returned. “Besides, I thought you may want to give me a practical test.” Neal winked.
Moz didn’t know whether to be proud or outraged. Neal would use a modern bit of erotica to torment him. He handed Neal the slim volume and thought about heading out into the main lounge, especially if Neal planned on really enjoying his book.
Neal didn’t start reading, or wanking. “You still haven’t told me why we’re really taking the train to Chicago. What’s the gig?”
The train began to rumble as it pulled out of Penn Station and Moz felt the thrill of the engine through the soles of his feet. Trust Neal to press the issue.
“There’s no gig, no gag, no con or game.”
Neal gave him a startled look. “You’re kidding me, right? We’re travelling halfway across the country for nothing?”
“Well, not for nothing.” He pulled off his glasses and started wiping them.
Neal hopped off the bunk and stood there, crowding him so close that Moz could smell the peppermint of his toothpaste.
“What gives? What’s wrong?”
“Why would you think anything’s wrong?”
“Mozzie – we’ve been together for six months, I’m not exactly unobservant. You only start wiping your glasses like that when you get nervous.” Neal traced a finger around his goatee; the contact made him shiver.
He replaced his glasses, fought the urge not to scratch at his toupee and lost the battle against biting his lip. “Once you go in with Adler, everything’s going to change. We’re not going to see each other much – until you get what we need and get out. I just …” It was too embarrassing. He couldn’t continue.
That long cool finger tilted his chin up. “You just what?”
“I wanted some time alone with you. I thought the ride to Chicago and back would be a good way to get away from it all. Just you and me and no distractions. I got the tickets from Hale, who got them as part of a deal. And it seemed like a good idea at the time. I’ve always liked long train rides.” He trailed off, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Neal didn’t laugh, and that’s what convinced Moz to meet his friend’s eyes. There was no derision there – just a sort of sweet happiness that made him forever glad that he decided to follow up on the kid who wrecked his Three-Card Monte scam.
“I’ve always like train rides too. And I find the idea of having you all to myself all day and all night very appealing.” Neal tilted his head and Moz was reminded of a very affectionate bird of prey. The train picked up speed as it pulled out of the tunnel and headed north along the Hudson River.
Neal kissed him, his lips warm and gentle, his fingers working at the buttons of his shirt. They may have ended up tumbling into the lower berth, but a sharp rap on the cabin door was as effective as a bucket of ice water. It was the conductor.
“Tickets, all tickets.”
Moz fumbled for his wallet and found them. He unlocked the door and a young woman in an ill-fitting uniform was standing there, the welcoming smile on her lips turning into a conspiratorial smirk when she saw Neal leaning against the berth, a rather obvious erection tenting the front of his pants.
“Welcome aboard the Lake Shore Limited, do take some time and explore the scenery from the Viewliner car, sirs. We’ll be arriving in Chicago in approximately nineteen hours. Dinner will be served in the Dining Car starting at 5 PM., snacks and beverages are now available in the Club Car.”
She punched their tickets and went onto the next cabin. Moz closed the door and turned back to Neal, who hadn’t moved.
“You’re shameless, you know.”
Neal pulled him close. Moz didn’t object as Neal finished unbuttoning his shirt. “And that’s why you love me.”
He lost himself in Neal’s hands and mouth and thought, For that, and for so many more reasons.
FIN
Author:
elrhiarhodanFandom: White Collar
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Neal Caffrey, Moz (Neal/Moz)
Spoilers: Forging Bonds (S2.11)
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: ~900
Summary: Pre-series, Neal and Moz take a little trip.
Written for my oldest LJ friend,
photoash, on the occasion of her birthday. Last week, she prompted me for “Riding the Overnight Train” with Neal/Moz, pre-series, for my Fic-Can-Ukah meme. And since it’s her birthday, I thought I’d give it to her a little early. Happy birthday, Darling! Hope you enjoy it and have a terrific and very special day.“So, tell me again – why are we taking the overnight train from New York to Chicago?” Neal stowed his duffle bag in the small storage area of their sleeper compartment.
“Because one should learn to appreciate the romance of train travel.” Moz replied. He turned around, surveyed the accommodations and sighed. There was little romance to be found in the tiny compartment with its well-worn furnishings and odd smells.
“You know, there’s a shuttle that goes from New York to Chicago. It takes about two hours.” Neal retorted.
“Yeah, and you need all sorts of identification to get on an airplane these days.”
“As if that’s ever been an issue for either of us.” Neal grinned at him – he looked impossibly beautiful and impossibly young. Moz felt like he was the corruptor of innocence, until that grin took on a salacious cast and he remembered that it had been Neal that did the seducing that first time.
“Not now, horn dog. Wait until we pull out of the station.”
Neal laughed and hauled himself onto the upper berth and stretched out. “Hand me my book?”
Moz was startled by the title. “Anais Nin’s ‘Little Birds’?”
Neal shrugged. “You told me to read and learn, and well, what’s wrong with a well-rounded education?” The glint in his eyes returned. “Besides, I thought you may want to give me a practical test.” Neal winked.
Moz didn’t know whether to be proud or outraged. Neal would use a modern bit of erotica to torment him. He handed Neal the slim volume and thought about heading out into the main lounge, especially if Neal planned on really enjoying his book.
Neal didn’t start reading, or wanking. “You still haven’t told me why we’re really taking the train to Chicago. What’s the gig?”
The train began to rumble as it pulled out of Penn Station and Moz felt the thrill of the engine through the soles of his feet. Trust Neal to press the issue.
“There’s no gig, no gag, no con or game.”
Neal gave him a startled look. “You’re kidding me, right? We’re travelling halfway across the country for nothing?”
“Well, not for nothing.” He pulled off his glasses and started wiping them.
Neal hopped off the bunk and stood there, crowding him so close that Moz could smell the peppermint of his toothpaste.
“What gives? What’s wrong?”
“Why would you think anything’s wrong?”
“Mozzie – we’ve been together for six months, I’m not exactly unobservant. You only start wiping your glasses like that when you get nervous.” Neal traced a finger around his goatee; the contact made him shiver.
He replaced his glasses, fought the urge not to scratch at his toupee and lost the battle against biting his lip. “Once you go in with Adler, everything’s going to change. We’re not going to see each other much – until you get what we need and get out. I just …” It was too embarrassing. He couldn’t continue.
That long cool finger tilted his chin up. “You just what?”
“I wanted some time alone with you. I thought the ride to Chicago and back would be a good way to get away from it all. Just you and me and no distractions. I got the tickets from Hale, who got them as part of a deal. And it seemed like a good idea at the time. I’ve always liked long train rides.” He trailed off, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Neal didn’t laugh, and that’s what convinced Moz to meet his friend’s eyes. There was no derision there – just a sort of sweet happiness that made him forever glad that he decided to follow up on the kid who wrecked his Three-Card Monte scam.
“I’ve always like train rides too. And I find the idea of having you all to myself all day and all night very appealing.” Neal tilted his head and Moz was reminded of a very affectionate bird of prey. The train picked up speed as it pulled out of the tunnel and headed north along the Hudson River.
Neal kissed him, his lips warm and gentle, his fingers working at the buttons of his shirt. They may have ended up tumbling into the lower berth, but a sharp rap on the cabin door was as effective as a bucket of ice water. It was the conductor.
“Tickets, all tickets.”
Moz fumbled for his wallet and found them. He unlocked the door and a young woman in an ill-fitting uniform was standing there, the welcoming smile on her lips turning into a conspiratorial smirk when she saw Neal leaning against the berth, a rather obvious erection tenting the front of his pants.
“Welcome aboard the Lake Shore Limited, do take some time and explore the scenery from the Viewliner car, sirs. We’ll be arriving in Chicago in approximately nineteen hours. Dinner will be served in the Dining Car starting at 5 PM., snacks and beverages are now available in the Club Car.”
She punched their tickets and went onto the next cabin. Moz closed the door and turned back to Neal, who hadn’t moved.
“You’re shameless, you know.”
Neal pulled him close. Moz didn’t object as Neal finished unbuttoning his shirt. “And that’s why you love me.”
He lost himself in Neal’s hands and mouth and thought, For that, and for so many more reasons.
