Voulez-Vous
Fanfic by: NekoSama (aka Chris)
Category: Slash
Rating: M
Summary: Peter isn't as bad at flirting as he lets on. Neal is a little jealous. Slash.
Pairings: Neal/Peter
Spoilers: Vital Signs
Standard disclaimer: White Collar and all the characters are not mine and are used without permission. I am not getting paid for this. The song Voulez-Vous is property of ABBA and is used without permission.
A/N: I listen to a lot of music when I write and this song just seemed perfect for Neal/Peter. This fic is my first White Collar deserving an M rating, but not my first time writing slash or adult. I pre-warn now if you don't like either don't read it and complain. If you DO like, review please! Enjoy!
People everywhere
The sense of expectation
Hanging in the air
Giving off a spark
Across the room
Your eyes are
Glowing in the dark
And here we go again
We know the start
We know the end
Masters of the scene
We've done it all before
And now we're back
To get some more
You know what I mean
Neal was normally the one to flirt with the girls and Peter got near the targets but this time the girl chose Peter. Neither of them had been prepared for that. Neal was teasing Peter, and Peter seemed nervous, but he was less uncomfortable than he appeared.
True, he loved El and Neal very much and he hadn't flirted much, turning on the charm did give him a bit of a thrill. He had no interest in this doctor and when she dragged him off to a secluded spot it did take a lot of will to stay in character.
I know what you think
The girl means business
So I'll offer her a drink
Looking mighty proud
See her leave your table
Pushing through the crowd
I'm really glad you came
You know the rules
You know the game
Master of the scene
In the end he did get her private number and a standing invite to the Howser Clinic which was something good, he wondered how Neal was faring.
Neal's face stopped cold as he came down the hill seeing Peter and the doctor come out of the tent and she was putting her jacket back on. What exactly had they been doing in there?
Voulez-Vous
Take it now or leave it
Now is all we get
Nothing promised no regrets
Voulez-Vous
Ain't no big decision
You know what to do
La question c'est voulez-vous
Neal stepped into Peter's office when they got back and clicked the lock into place. "So, Dr. Tannenbaum, Elizabeth wants to know if F.B.I. stands for Female Body Inspector?" he chirped.
"Sit down and shut up," Peter groaned just a tad annoyed.
"Nope, not until you tell me what you did today," he countered pushing Peter back into his chair, one hand on Peter's chest the other moving to his groin.
"Nothing happened," he insisted. "I was playing a chiropractor, remember? She decided she wanted an adjustment on her back," he purred, his loins growing hard at Neal's touch.
"I'm sure that's all she wanted," Neal stressed, sliding his lithe fingers up and down the shaft gently, but with a firm grip.
"Well, that's all she got," Peter breathed out quickly. He wouldn't last long with his lover's expert touch.
Neal smiled and sped his movements up and at the peak of Peter's climax he covered Peter's lips with his own, his tongue darting into the older man's mouth, taking a long, deep taste wanting to stay there forever. The need for air forced him to break away, and it found Peter grinning at him. "What?"
"I didn t realize you were the jealous type," Peter teased.
Neal's cheeks turned crimson. "I never used to be."
"Neal, you don't have to worry. There are two people I love. Elizabeth and you, and that's it, ok?" Peter explained.
Neal nodded. "Ok. I love you too."
"Now, let me tell you what I found out about this Dr. Powell," Peter pointed to the file.
The End.