Just something I wrote while I was bored in English class. I ship Peter/Neal so hard, in case you hadn't noticed, so I hope you enjoy! Unbeta'd, so all mistakes are mine!
Disclaimer: I don't own Neal or Peter (sadly).
Pop.
Peter paused midsentence, and turned to glare at Neal.
Pop.
The blue-eyed consultant was lounged against his seat, his jaw moving as he lazily worked on a piece of gum. Meeting Peter's eyes, he slowly blew a bubble. It grew to an impressive size, before deflating with another 'pop!' onto his lips. Neal lowered his eyes as he dragged his front teeth across lis mouth, collecting the residue. All of his actions were agonisingly slow, and when he was finally done, Neal raised his head, gazing at Peter innocently through his lashes. A grin spread across Neal's face. He noted the rise and fall of Peter's chest speed up.
"You done?" Peter snapped. Neal nodded.
At the end of the brief, Peter called Neal back. Diana and Jones exchanged smirks as they left the room.
Before Neal could say anything, Peter grabbed him, crushing his lips against Neal's. The kiss was long and filled with lust. Neal's mouth had parted slightly in shock, giving Peter access. After a few stunned seconds, Neal responded, and his candy floss breath make fireworks explode in Peter's mind. He grabbed a handful of Neal's tousled hair, pulling him closer, and Neal moaned against Peter's lips.
They broke apart, breathing heavily, but made no other attempt to move.
"I'm pretty sure the Bureau has policies against that." Neal muttered, from underneath Peter's arms.
"Nope. Don't ask, don't care."
Neal chuckled against Peter's warm chest.