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coffeethyme4meTitle: I Just Want Your Extra Time
Author:coffeethyme4me
Pairing: Peter/Neal
Rating: R
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mmom day 21 and elrhiarhodan's prompt (and the Prince song of the same name) "Kiss".
Words: just shy of 600
Summary: Peter gets caught up in the happiness of attending a Knicks game with Neal.
He kissed him in the Taurus after the Knicks game. It was Neal’s first basketball game, and it was their first kiss. It wasn’t even supposed to be a date. Peter had never told Neal how he felt. But when Neal said, “You know, I really liked that,” about the game, and he looked so young and fresh and sexy in his jeans and t-shirt and just a hint of stubble, Peter let it get the better of him. He’d just felt so *good*.
So he leaned over, wrapped his hand around the back of Neal’s neck, and slipped his tongue into his mouth.
Neal let him. That in and of itself was surprising, exhilarating. Peter felt the surge of both joy and lust sing through his body. They kissed like teenagers, hungry, eager, steaming up the glass.
When Peter finally pulled away, they were panting; they were flushed. Neal smiled at him.
Peter just groaned and started the car.
He drove Neal home, the silence between them pleasantly uncomfortable.
When he pulled up to the house, Neal looked shy. “Do you…want to…?” He looked to the front door and back to Peter.
Peter sighed. “I can’t.”
Neal looked like he was trying not to look completely crestfallen. “Elizabeth,” he said, nodding.
“No,” Peter told him. “We’ve…talked about it. About you.”
Neal blinked at him.
Peter sighed again. “I just…” Neal was looking at him hopefully, trying not to expect anything. Peter said, “Dammit, Neal, can I just kiss you again?”
Neal threw himself across the space and kissed Peter hard. They kissed and they kissed and they kissed. Their hands strayed, and it was good. It was really good. Peter wanted to drag Neal into his lap. He wanted to undress him, touch him everywhere. He wanted to pull Neal into the backseat and fuck like a freight train. Neal’s hand slipped down between his legs and squeezed tentatively.
Peter grabbed his wrist and broke the kiss. “Not like this,” he said. “Not just yet.” He wanted to scream when Neal obeyed him and took his hand away.
They kissed one last, lingering time. “Jesus Christ,” Peter said as Neal got out of the car.
Neal hung off the roof of the car, smiling, looking pornographic, looking happy.
“Are we okay?” Peter had to ask, leaning over into the passenger seat toward him.
Neal smiled. He ducked. He bit his lip. “Yeah. We’re okay, Peter.” Then, “Basketball’s a lot more fun than I’d thought.”
Peter couldn’t help but laugh. Then he licked his lips, tasting him again. “Good,” he said. “That’s good.”
“Goodnight, Peter.” Neal was sparkling.
“Goodnight, Neal.”
Peter watched him walk to the door, use his key, turn back to wave at him. Peter waved back and then watched Neal go inside.
He waited until he saw the light come on in Neal’s living room. And then Peter leaned his head back against the headrest and shoved his hand down his pants. It was over fast. Just a few strategic strokes. Kissing Neal had gotten him so hard he’d nearly come a few different times. Peter breathed and pulled the last of it out of his cock. He collapsed in sudden lethargy for several minutes. Then he got the napkins from the glove compartment and tried to clean himself up.
He looked up at Neal’s place again and thought he saw a shadow over the window. But then it was gone. Peter sighed, put the car in drive, and headed home to his beautiful wife with a smile on his face the whole way.
Author:
coffeethyme4mePairing: Peter/Neal
Rating: R
Written for
mmom day 21 and elrhiarhodan's prompt (and the Prince song of the same name) "Kiss".Words: just shy of 600
Summary: Peter gets caught up in the happiness of attending a Knicks game with Neal.
He kissed him in the Taurus after the Knicks game. It was Neal’s first basketball game, and it was their first kiss. It wasn’t even supposed to be a date. Peter had never told Neal how he felt. But when Neal said, “You know, I really liked that,” about the game, and he looked so young and fresh and sexy in his jeans and t-shirt and just a hint of stubble, Peter let it get the better of him. He’d just felt so *good*.
So he leaned over, wrapped his hand around the back of Neal’s neck, and slipped his tongue into his mouth.
Neal let him. That in and of itself was surprising, exhilarating. Peter felt the surge of both joy and lust sing through his body. They kissed like teenagers, hungry, eager, steaming up the glass.
When Peter finally pulled away, they were panting; they were flushed. Neal smiled at him.
Peter just groaned and started the car.
He drove Neal home, the silence between them pleasantly uncomfortable.
When he pulled up to the house, Neal looked shy. “Do you…want to…?” He looked to the front door and back to Peter.
Peter sighed. “I can’t.”
Neal looked like he was trying not to look completely crestfallen. “Elizabeth,” he said, nodding.
“No,” Peter told him. “We’ve…talked about it. About you.”
Neal blinked at him.
Peter sighed again. “I just…” Neal was looking at him hopefully, trying not to expect anything. Peter said, “Dammit, Neal, can I just kiss you again?”
Neal threw himself across the space and kissed Peter hard. They kissed and they kissed and they kissed. Their hands strayed, and it was good. It was really good. Peter wanted to drag Neal into his lap. He wanted to undress him, touch him everywhere. He wanted to pull Neal into the backseat and fuck like a freight train. Neal’s hand slipped down between his legs and squeezed tentatively.
Peter grabbed his wrist and broke the kiss. “Not like this,” he said. “Not just yet.” He wanted to scream when Neal obeyed him and took his hand away.
They kissed one last, lingering time. “Jesus Christ,” Peter said as Neal got out of the car.
Neal hung off the roof of the car, smiling, looking pornographic, looking happy.
“Are we okay?” Peter had to ask, leaning over into the passenger seat toward him.
Neal smiled. He ducked. He bit his lip. “Yeah. We’re okay, Peter.” Then, “Basketball’s a lot more fun than I’d thought.”
Peter couldn’t help but laugh. Then he licked his lips, tasting him again. “Good,” he said. “That’s good.”
“Goodnight, Peter.” Neal was sparkling.
“Goodnight, Neal.”
Peter watched him walk to the door, use his key, turn back to wave at him. Peter waved back and then watched Neal go inside.
He waited until he saw the light come on in Neal’s living room. And then Peter leaned his head back against the headrest and shoved his hand down his pants. It was over fast. Just a few strategic strokes. Kissing Neal had gotten him so hard he’d nearly come a few different times. Peter breathed and pulled the last of it out of his cock. He collapsed in sudden lethargy for several minutes. Then he got the napkins from the glove compartment and tried to clean himself up.
He looked up at Neal’s place again and thought he saw a shadow over the window. But then it was gone. Peter sighed, put the car in drive, and headed home to his beautiful wife with a smile on his face the whole way.
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Date: 2012-05-27 06:11 pm (UTC)