Disclaimer: I do NOT own White Collar! All is property of Jeff Easton, except for the OC!
Summary: Neal is falling hard for into a relationship, but when Peter finds out just how possessive Neal's new lover can get, he steps in to save the day. Contains slash!
A/N: No Beta, all mistakes are mine. I realize my title is cheesy…sorry about that! Reviews are greatly appreciated!(: Also, HAPPPPPYYYYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHHDDDAAAAYYYYY MATTHEW STATON BOMER! 3 (:
Love Hurts:
Neal had enough of the long hours that came with working for the FBI. Sure, it was fun to legally con someone in order to put them in jail, but there was just so much work that came with the job, that he often wondered whether or not it was worth it. They had just finished up a huge case, and Neal stayed at the office until 9 doing paper work. Taking a breather was all Neal wanted to do now.
Neal walked to a classy bar not too far from June's place. The soft music and the smell of fine liquor was nearly enough to help him relax. Neal sat at a couch in the back of the bar and ordered red wine. He was pleasantly sipping at the wine, when he noticed some one kept staring at him.
The man looked taller than Neal. His light skin contrasted against his dark brown hair nicely. The man smiled at Neal, and made his way over to wear Neal was sitting.
"May I join you?" he asked in a beautiful British accent, the smile not leaving his face.
"I love meeting new people," Neal replied smoothly, scooting over to make room for the man.
"My name is James."
"Neal."
"Well Neal, how is it that a guy with looks like yours is sitting all alone at a bar on a Friday night?"
"My job requires too much attention for me to be able to keep up with much of social life."
"I can help you change that," James said, looking into Neal's eyes. Neal looked back, and felt a need to be with him. James's eyes left no room for debate, not that Neal wanted to anyway. James had that special feel to him. He had a confident tone that screamed adventure.
"You could come to my place…." James said after a minute.
"I would like that," Neal replied, standing up to follow James out of the bar. James put his arm on the small of Neal's back, and led him out of the bar towards the valet drivers.
When the valet driver brought James's car, Neal was shocked.
"You own a 2012 Cobra Jet?" Neal asked, astonished at the beautiful black sports car sitting in front of him.
"I like shiny toys," James said with a smirk. They both got into the car, and roared away towards James's home.
They were probably in James's condo for all of two seconds before Neal was pushed up against a wall, James's lip pressed against his. Neal did not waste time reciprocating the actions. James had managed to leave Neal shirtless before they even made it to the bedroom.
"You do not waste time," Neal commented with a grin, as James pushed him down onto the bed.
"I go for what I want before it's gone, and Neal, all I want right now is you." James pressed his lips against Neal's neck and slowly kissed down his torso, all the while undoing Neal's pants. Neal moaned as he was left naked on the bed.
"You are wearing way too many clothed for my liking." Neal complained, looking up at a fully clothed James. James smirked and began to remove his clothes. Neal stared at him, eyes filled with desire.
"I want you now," Neal moaned, as James slid off his pants.
"Your wish is my command."
James grabbed a bottle of lube and slowly worked a finger into Neal, earning him delightful little squeals from Neal. James slowly moved his finger in circles before pulling it out and positioning himself to go in.
"Are you ready?" James asked, nibbling slightly on Neal's ear.
"Yes!" Neal replied greedily.
James thrust himself in, earning more and more moans from Neal. Soon they were both moaning in ecstasy as they came. James fell on top of Neal as they both were breathing hard, trying to calm down from their passionate activity.
"That was amazing," Neal said, laying his head on James's chest.
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," He replied, pulling Neal in closer to his body.
"Where do you work?"
"That's a little random," James said with a laugh.
"I just slept with you and all I know about you is your name."
"Haha, okay, fair enough. I am the vice president at a graphic design company."
"Really? Do you like art, or do you do the business aspects?"
"A little bit of both, but I started working there because of my love for art."
"Have you ever been to the MET?"
"I love the MET. I go all the time. My sister-in-law works there, so I tend to have access to all their special exhibits."
"You are a lucky man. I haven't been to the MET in a long time."
"Well maybe someday you can come with me."
"I don't know how well that would work out," Neal replied, briefly looking down at his ankle before looking back up James.
"Does it have something to do with the tracker on your ankle?"
"How did you-"
"We just slept together, Neal," James replied, arching his eyebrow. "Did you think I wouldn't feel it?"
"I never considered it, to be honest…."
"So what is it?"
"Nothing really," Neal said, trying to squirm away from under James's body.
"I am not letting you go that easily."
"I have to be at work tomorrow."
"And?"
"I'll call you and we can do this again sometime," Neal said voiding James eyes.
"Neal, look at me." James got a hold of Neal's chin and gently pulled on it so that their eyes met. "You and I both know that if I let you leave we'll never see each other again. Do you really want that?"
Neal slowly shook his head.
"Okay then love, can you please tell me what the anklet is for?"
"You won't want to see me again if I tell you," Neal whispered.
"Neal you are amazing…and I don't mean just in bed," James reassured him, with a twinkle in his eyes.
Neal smiled at the comment, and then sighed. "It's an FBI tracking anklet."
"Why would the FBI need to have a tracking anklet on you?" James replied slowly.
"It's sort of a release program….." James starred at Neal blankly, waiting for more. Neal sighed again and continued, "I was in prison, and then I escaped. I was sentenced to serve another four years thanks to my escape, but I made a deal with the FBI instead."
"Why were you in prison?" James asked, still hovering over Neal's body.
"I was caught with forged bonds."
"Did you ever kill anyone?"
"I don't like guns."
"That didn't really answer my question."
Neal smiled slightly at that, "No, I never killed anyone."
"Okay, then. Give me your number, and I'll call you tomorrow," James said getting off of Neal, and reaching for his phone off the dresser.
Neal blinked. "Wait…you still want to see me?"
"Of course! You never hurt anyone. You just have an illegal way of showing your appreciation of art."
Neal smiled, and gave James a hug. James held Neal for a bit then pulled away.
"You have work tomorrow, mister. Give me your number, and we can somewhere for lunch."
"Sounds like a date," Neal replied with a smile.