Love, Actually

by Secretly Batman

Neal/Peter slash. One-shot, Peter's POV. Very short fluff involving Peter, Neal, a sidewalk, and a bar of chocolate. Title from the film "Love, Actually." Rated only for slash, nothing explicit. Review, please! DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, unfortunately.

"So, let me get this straight . . . you love Firebirds, linguine, and Dangerous Liaisons . . . in that order?"

Neal closes his eyes and takes another bite of the chocolate bar he's eating. "Let's see," he says, licking his lips, "I think this chocolate bar might be on there in between the car and the pasta. Damn, this is good." He smiles at Peter, only half-kidding.

"So you don't love . . . people."

Neal shakes his head. "Nope. They're unpredictable and overrated."

In spite of himself, Peter laughs. Then he stops, suddenly considering something, and before he can stop himself, he asks. "Wait, so . . . then what is this? I mean, us." Neal's eyebrows fly up. For a minute, he's completely silent. Peter actually starts to wonder if he's just going to ignore the question, until Neal surprises him with an answer.

"Love, actually." Neal says wickedly, unexpectedly grabbing Peter and drawing him in for a deliciously passionate kiss. And for once, Peter doesn't mind that they're right there on the goddamn sidewalk and someone might see; his head is still spinning from Neal's words and he lets out an involuntary moan.

Neal breaks away, grinning. "Hmm. That good, am I?"

Peter rolls his eyes, unable to stop a grin from spreading across his face.