Lowering the cigarette from his lips as he looked around the courtyard, Keller scuffed the toe of his boot against the ground, dropping the cigarette and crushing it beneath his boot in the moment after. Neal was running late, and while he couldn't exactly blame him, it didn't mean he was okay with it. He hated the guy enough as it was. Arrogance and tardiness wouldn't make him like him anymore.
He ran a hand through his hair and considered leaving, just saying fuck it and heading back the way he'd come. But that was when he heard the gate opening behind him. "Nice of you to join me, Caffrey."
"I'm late. I know. I'm not going to apologize. You're the one who demanded to see me so late," came the mumbled reply. Keller smirked. He'd clearly interrupted something when he'd called.
"You got a problem? Because if you don't want to be here—"
"Let's just get this over with, okay?" Neal sighed, narrowing his eyes at the other man before crossing in a little closer. He and Kate had just been getting quite comfortable half an hour ago, and since Keller had interrupted that, he was going to bear the brunt of his agitation. Neal knew he wouldn't complain.
"Whatever you say, Caffrey."
With that, Neal was up against the chain link fence, Keller's body holding him in place. Their mouths were fused together frantically, and Keller wasted no time in sliding his hand inside the other man's pants, palming his erection and smirking as Neal hissed lowly.
Keller began guiding his hand along his arousal, groaning inwardly at how hard he was and biting the other man's lip just to rile him up.
"I really hate you," Neal gritted.
"I don't hear you complaining."
He never did.