Disclaimer: Tragically, neither of these fine men belong to me.
A/N: Inspired by a prompt from verselle - "I had this thought last night about Neal dressing Pete in a snazzy suit and doing his tie all crowded into Pete and maybe ending with a slow kiss? Perhaps even just on the cheek?" I didn't quite get all of it, but oh well... Also, this was written in a half-hour break between classes and is therefore unbeta'd. And since we've only had one episode so far, I'm not confident on the characterizations. Any polite suggestions on that subject are quite welcome.
A Well-Dressed Man
by cestmoi01
Peter sighed once more; Neal had given up on counting them a week before, there had been so many.
"How did I get myself into this again?" he asked as he stared at his reflection in the floor-length mirror.
Neal hovered - if he could be described as doing anything so mundane - scrutinizing the FBI agent whom he had dragged out and forced to try on various suits of different cuts and shades.
"It's the price of being the best, Peter, people are going to recognize you." If there was a hint of pride in his voice - well, he did consider Peter to be his FBI agent.
"I know-" another sigh "-but why couldn't I have worn my usual suit? I like that one. I'm comfortable in it."
It was Neal's turn to sigh, in fond exasperation at Peter's fashion sense - or lack thereof. "Because. You can't wear the same suit to a formal dinner with the head of the Federal Bureau of Investigation that you wear every day to catch criminals. It just isn't done."
"And you would know, would you?" A raised eyebrow.
A smirk.
Another sigh, "Fine. This one will do."
"‛Will do?' That's it? All my hard work, hours of searching - made difficult by you - and that's all you have to say?"
"Why? What else should I say?" He just loved riling the conman up, and took pleasure in the younger man's blank stare.
But, in his mercurial fashion, it passed quickly, and Neal was grinning again, fingers deftly twirling that damnably distracting hat.
Peter had only a moment of confusion before Neal leaned in, placed a quick peck on the agent's cheek, hat back on his head, hands in his pockets, and strolled casually out the shop door. The bells' soft jangling as he left snapped Peter out of his momentary stupor.
"Hey, wait! Come back here! You're gonna set off the alarm!" he cried out sternly as he realized that he couldn't let Neal get too far away.
He took a few short steps to follow, realized he was still wearing a suit that hadn't been paid for, turned around again, checked the tag, did a double-take and swore.
Then he smiled evilly.
This was going to come out of Caffrey's $700-allowance for months.
A/N: Well? Reviews are love, let me know what you think!