Yes, this is Peter/Neal. It's my first slash fic. Yes, I ship this too.
They were so close that Neal could feel the whispers of Peter's breath on his lips and the end of his nose. They were staring at each other's mouths; neither had said a word for quite some time. Peter leaned in ever so slightly and planted his lips softly on Neal's. Neal inhaled sharply, unable to exhale until he felt Peter's hand on the back of his head reminded him that this was, in fact, not a dream. His touch was so soft, his kiss so sweet and sincere that Neal couldn't help but moan breathlessly into his partners mouth. He pushed closer still, feeling Peter's chest expand as he breathed in and out. Neal pushed him backwards, leading him with one hand on his hip, towards the bed. The back of his knees came into contact with the mattress, and he sat down, pulling Neal, who had wrapped his arms around his neck and had one hand tangled in his hair, with him. Neal crawled into his lap, straddling his hips, and pulled away. He began to unbutton Peter's shirt and dove in for another kiss. Neal shoved Peter back by the shoulders, their lips parting with an audible squelch. He leaned in and kissed a sloppy trail over his chest and neck. Peter's pocket began to vibrate as his cell phone received a text. He pulled it out and held it above Neal's head to read while he sucked at his collar bone. Neal reached up, without stopping, and plucked the phone from Peter's hand, and tossed it off to the side.
"That was El." Peter whispered. Neal hesitated noticeably, but didn't stop, at the mention of her name. Neal moved from his collar bone to the sensitive spot behind his ear.
"She can have you whenever she wants. It's my turn, Peter." He whispered between nibbles. Peter gave him a look that he didn't quite understand, and tried to say something but Neal smothered the words with another kiss. He began to kiss his way down Peter's chest again, Peter tangling a hand in his hair as he did. Just as Neal began to unbuckle his belt the phone began to vibrate again. This time more than once, indicating that it was a phone call. Peter gave him a sympathetic look and reached for it.
"Hey, El." He answered after clearing his throat a few times. Neal dropped his hands and rolled off of him.
"Hey, I thought I might check and see if I should even bother making dinner." Neal heard her say. Peter hesitated, sparing a glance at Neal, who dropped his gaze.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll be home in twenty minutes, sweetheart." He answered.
"Is everything alright, Peter? You sound funny." Neal walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
"Everything's fine. See you soon. I love you." Peter hung up the phone, and lay still for a moment. He'd hurt Neal's feelings. He was tucking in his shirt when Neal came out of the bathroom.
"I'm sorry-" Neal raised his hands.
"It's ok." They lingered awkwardly for a second, and then Peter finished dressing. He walked to the door, nodded as way of saying goodbye, and left Neal standing alone in the apartment. After a few seconds Neal crossed the room to the wine rack.
"I guess it's just you and me again." He said to the glass bottles. He pulled one out as he heard the door open, and when he turned to see who it was he was ambushed by a kiss from Peter. It was deep, and hungry. It made Neal dizzy.
"See you in the morning, Caffery." Peter said when he pulled away. Then he left as quickly as he had come.