"I'm telling you, it's Robert MacLeish." Peter is trying to convince his boss, Agent Reese Hughes, but the man is as stubborn as he looks. Peter was walking back and forth on the porch with his boss on speaker. Neal was in the wicken chair with his leg propped on the table, his elbows resting on the arms of the chair holding his face with a smirk and eyes following the FBI agents ass.
Peter glances at Neal's face, blushing a bright pink. Thinking about how he got to this point.
After finding out Dobbs was Robet MacLeish, Peter kissed Neal excitedly, shamelessly blushing. He explained to them how they were going to get back to New York. They head to the safe house to figure out the whole plan and put it in action. They get into Mozzie's car, Peter was going to sit in the passenger but Neal complained about needing someone in the back seat with him in case something would happen to his injured leg. The omega was about to argue but Mozzie shut it down reminding them that they are working on borrowed time. The alpha gave the damn puppy eyes, Peter sighed. He hopped into the back of the car with Neal. Peter sat with Neal head in his lap. Peter started combing his soft hair with his fingers. Soon after Neal started purring, cuddling into Peter. Started rubbing the back of his head into the omega groin. Peter bite back a moan trying to keep calm. Neal grinned like a wolf, turning his head giving Peter a lick on his clothed groin. Peter couldn't hold back the moan.
Mozzie immediately stopped the car, glutting the couple in the back. "HEY! No funny business in my car, I swear to god I will turn this car over and turn you both into Collins!"
Neal and Peter both looked at each other and nodded going back to Neal lying his head in the omega's lap with Peter running his finger through the Alpha's soft hair. Both blushing in embarrassment.
"Oh. Come on, Peter. You spot a few boat names and you expect me to believe this."
Peter is shaken back to the present. "I know it sounds crazy."
Neal mouthed the words 'But you're my crazy.' at Peter. Peter turned around, trying not to blush.
"Well, damn right it does." Reese said. "MacLeish has been at the top of the most wanted for 20 years. And it's all that time no one has seen him."
"Because he's been here—on an island off the radar with no extradition." Peter told his stubborn boss.
He turned around to look at Neal and he wasn't there. Peter looked around trying to find the handsome man, he leaned down putting his hand on the table with a sigh.
"Be careful in that position, someone might take advantage of you."
Peter started to turn around to the ex-con, when he was gripped by the back of the neck roughly, keeping him in place. Peter's breath hitched. The other hand slowly gliding up Peter's thigh, stopping at his ass, giving it a soft tap. Then a hard squeeze. Peter took his phone away from his face as far as he could. He knew he wouldn't be able to stay quiet for long.
"I'm looking at Caffery's sketch." Reese said. "It looks as much as MacLeish as my cousin Phyllis."
Neal stopped his movements for a minute, turned Peter's head around and motioned scissors with his one hand then touching his face. Peter nods but before he can speak, Neal leans over, grabbing Peter's hips and grinds on his ass. Peter swallows and tries again but the alpha starts sucking on the poor whimpering omega's neck, sliding one of his hands down the soft tummy, rubbing it in circles then heading towards the top of the crouch. Making small circles.
Peter tries to start whimpering then says as quick as he can "Because he had major reconstruction surgery."
"Listen to yourself. You're not this man, Peter." Reese sighed. "You're grasping at straws, and you know it."
"He's here, Reese." Peter pleaded.
Peter was trying to concentrate really hard but continued leaving 2 hickeys on one side and is going on to the other side. Peter bit his fist trying not to let a moan slip but Neal decided that exact moment to put in his hand in Peter's hair and yank. Peter dropped the phone and gripped Neal's hip harshly behind him. Neal grinned against his neck.
"Yeah, well, you're going to have to give me more to go on than a few women's names." Reese stated.
"Peter, if you can get us a photo, we can run it through biometrics." Jones speaks through the phone.
"Working on that now. But assuming it's him." Peter struggles with the words.
"Well, that's a big assumption." Reese cuts in.
Peter pushed Neal away, walking a couple steps away taking the phone with him, taking a few deep breaths. Neal looked hurt and was about to say something.
"If it's him, what is he worth to the bureau?" Peter asked.
"What are you suggesting?" Reese questioned.
"If Caffery catches him—."
"Caffery?!"
Neal looked at the omega curiously.
"Yes. If Caffery catches him and delivers him to you, would justice agree to let him return to New York and reinstate his old deal?" Peter continued.
"Back on his anklet, working cases?"
"Yes. Working for me."
"Oh, my god. Well, that's a hell of a tall order."
"I know."
"First, prove its MacLeish. If it's him, I'll run it by justice, but no promises."
"Yes. Thanks, Reese."
"And, Peter, next time, take me off speaker."
Peter froze, blushed and hit the end call button. He put the phone on the table and slowly turned to Neal. "Neal, he might of hea—"
Neal grabbed Peter, giving him a deep tongue filled kiss. Peter froze for a moment but soon reciprocated, moaning. Neal slowly pushed Peter into the table, making him drop on it. The kiss continued until air became needed. Peter sat dazed.
"I know he could have heard us. I just want others to know that you are mine and mine alone." Neal smirked. "Also you were in that position, with that delicious ass on display. How could I resist?"
"But what was the kiss for?" Peter said, dazed. Slowly leaning on his elbows on the table.
"That was for you asking Reese about my old deal." Neal leaned, grabbing Peter's chin, their lips brushing against each other. "And you being cute"
Peter blushes and huffs looking down "You shouldn't describe a lead FBI agent as cute."
"Well I just did because you are" Neal leaned down, giving Peter's forehead a kiss. "I honestly thought he wouldn't take it." Giving Pete a quick hug before heading back to his chair.
"Yeah, well… I got a promise on a maybe."
Neal propped his wounded leg. "Yes but you are giving me a second chance."
Peter sits up on the table, they lock eyes filled with care, wonder, lust, and dare I say, love.
Mozzie walks in with his laptop in hand. Immediately Peter jumps off the table, scrambling to pick up the papers that fell off the table while Neal just enjoyed the sight. Eventually he leans against the table acting nonchalant.
"Moz, you get the photos of Dobbs?" Neal spoke first, glancing at Mozzie
"Uploading." Mozzie sits in another chair and puts his computer on the table. He starts singing *"Isabella, I can tell-a. Esmeralda finds Adele-a."*
"Stays in your head." Peter chuckled.
"It's driving me insane! Is this like some governmental experiment in tune implantation?" Mozzie loudly exclaimed, frustrated.
"MacLeish is a required first-year case at Quantico." Peter explained. "The FBI pursued him through a list of many women in his life. The names of these women were on the test."
"The song is a mnemonic device to remember the names." Neal explained glancing over to Peter giving him a wink saying 'He hasn't noticed anything'. Then turned back to Mozzie.
"But the FBI never found him." Mozzie pointed out never looking up from his computer, "So it is like an exercise in harmonic futility, much like 'The Macarena.' " He swung his fingers around humming the Macarena, then clicked a button and each photo flashed before being uploaded and sent.
"Yeah, well, we came close with Mirabella, but he wised up." Peter commented weakly.
"Or so you thought." Neal chirped
"Yeah. The girl always gives you away." Peter glances at Neal knowingly.
Neal looks sheepishly, tipping his fedora down trying to hide.
"To be perfectly honest I thought that I couldn't leave you guys alone because I thought some make-out session would happen." Mozzie confessed while looking at the computer, laughing at the end.
Peter and Neal look at each other then at Mozzie, shocked. Peter began looking anywhere, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly remembering the way Neal grabbed it. He blushed at the memory and tried to calm down his erection before it got any further, blushing. He accidentally caught Neal's look at him, a cheshire grin, a grin that a predator would give to her prey. Mozzie eventually lifted his head, finally noticing the awkward silence. He looked at Neal then at Peter, he sniffed the air.
"Can't you guys keep yourselves together?!" He yelled "I don't want to imagine Neal in that situation, much less the suit." He cradled his face and groaned.
"How did you know?" Peter tried to act nonchalant.
"First, you have four hickeys on your neck and you are blushing crimson." Mozzie answered. "Second, I can smell it! I may be a beta but I can smell arousal when it's heavy."
Mozzie continued to rant at the two until he was out of breath.
"You good?" Neal asked.
"Yes." Mozzie said in return.
They had to wait for the biometric. They made small talk, thinking of different ways to get Neal to safety if biometrics were negative. TIme passed and still no answer, they played dice games. Currently Peter is sitting between Neal's legs being careful with the bad one. Neal kept whining until he did. Even Mozzie wanted Peter to go to the alpha because it was getting on his nerves. Neal traced patterns on Peter's back, like an art piece. Peter shivered at the gentle touch. He went at the lowest part of his back and up, swaying his finger to his own beat. Peter started to purr, Mozzie sighed, threw in his dice and grumbled away to another room.
"Feels a little long for biometrics." Neal staring at the phone in the middle of the table.
"A little too long." Peter sighs concerned.
Mozzie came back with a pitcher of booze in his hands, he walked over slowly to the couple. Gently putting the pitcher on the table.
"Before we take this further, suit, I need to clear the air here."
"What happened to FBI boy toy?" Peter laughed trying to avert this conversation, he already told as much as he wanted when they were alone earlier.
"Moz-." Neal interrupted.
"I-I-I know." Mozzie stuttered. "But he traveled halfway around the world on an unsanctioned manhunt to track us down in heat I may add." Mozzie looked at Neal. "And now he's trying to move heaven and earth to bring you back to New York. I think we all deserve to know why."
Mozzie looked at Peter, he knew there was more to the story and wanted to make sure his friend was okay. He may have friendship bonded with the suit over jokes and well..El but he wanted to put Neal first. He needed to trust the suit with Neal. Excepically with how things have been going between the two.
Peter got out of Neal's lap, sliding into the armchair to the side. Neal tried to grab Peter and drag him back to his lap but Peter gave him the look and Neal stopped. Mozzie rolled his eyes. 'Whipped already.'
Peter began slowly, ashamed of what he was going to say. "I suspected you having the art from the U-Boat and I brought in Kramer to help me prove it."
"You had every right to." Neal said quickly, looking at the omega with care still in his eyes.
"I know. I guess I did. But…Kramer crossed the line."
"Yes, he crossed the line, Peter. You didn't." Neal said, still looking at Peter with genuine care in his eyes, he slowly came forward to rub the omega's back.
"Neal, you'll be running forever." Peter said with a water voice. He got up, tears building in his eyes.
There was silence, Neal glanced over at Mozzie, as if they were having a conversation all their own with just their eyes. Which they probably are.
"But bringing home MacLeish- this is a way to set things right." Peter said, glancing over his shoulder.
The phone started to buzz, Peter whipped the unfallen tears from his eyes and stalked towards the table.
"This is Peter Burke." Peter glanced at the two still having their conversation, he slowly walked away.
Mozzie walked over to Neal, giving each other one last look.
Neal 'I know but...'
Mozzie '*sigh* I know'
They smiled at each other, Mozzie helped Neal out of the chair.
"Biometrics matched. It's MacLeish." Peter said excitedly walking up to two friends.
"How do we get him back to the U.S.?" Neal asked.
"Without a lot of help from hopalong here." Mozzie pointed at Neal.
"And considering you don't have the power to extradite…" Neal commented
"And you have a target on your back." Peter added
"And you can't make an arrest or carry a weapon…" Neal added again.
"Okay you are both equally impotent." Mozzie said frustrated.
"Now I wouldn't say I'm impotent in every way." Neal gave a wink to Peter. The omega just rolled his eyes on that one.
Mozzie ignored the comment and continued. "But… We still have some options."
"Dobbs's power comes from paying off local authorities." Neal blinks at him with realization. "What if that goes away?"
"And he can't pay them off?" Peter questioned.
"We steal back the bribe money." Mozzie said.
"We let the word spread that he's skipping town with the cash." Neal added.
They all sat for a second trying to think how that could happen.
Peter popped up "His party."
"Yes! Everyone he's paying off will be there." Mozzie said. "They find out that he's leaving town…"
"Drop in a few key whispers. Some damning evidence…" Neal added.
"I think we have a plan." Peter smirked.
They head to the table. Mozzie pulled pictures of each one showing a person that Dobbs bribes. They set all the pictures down on the round table and put together the details of the plans. Mozzie was standing around the table, Neal leaning on it and Peter was sitting on the ledge. Neal explained each one of the people starting with the Sheriff.
"This is Sheriff Morales. He is a power hungry omega. He is also a talker; his word carries a lot of weight. That's why he is the sheriff and among other things sadly."
Peter nodded knowing what he meant. It was hard being an omega in a small country, most of the time you had to use your body to get anywhere. Peter shook his head and grabbed the photo "Then he's a good person to start hearing some whispers."
"He spends a lot of time at the marina."
"Great then he should see someone filling Dobbs's boat for a long voyage."
"Now for the party. Hey Peter, how are your mixology skills?"
"You want me to tend bar?" Peter raised an eyebrow.
"Everyone talks to the bartender." Neal pointed out.
"I tapped a keg or two in college." Peter said confidently.
Mozzie and Neal chuckled a little. Peter slapped Neal with the back of my hand on the arm.
"I'll give you a refresher." Neal said between chuckles.
They discuss the rest of the plan and decide to put it in action. They were working on limited time. It wasn't long before Dobbs or Collins could find them.
Mozzie went on his way to the Marina, to start that part of the plan. Neal and Peter stayed behind. They were going to start learning the basics of bartending: the shaking and stirring but they didn't have the right supplies so they waited for Mozzie to return with some supplies. Peter went to lay on the hammock hanging between the two trees. He sat there swinging back and forth, thinking.
'I don't think Neal will ever forgive and I don't blame him. I always doubt him and I get over my head sometimes. How are you supposed to have a relationship when you can't even trust each other? I don't even know what the hell we are. Neal doesn't like men or omegas. I mean Kate was a Beta. Alex, Sara, and the girl here were all alphas. Maybe when I went into heat he just didn't know what to do. I know Mozzie said that things about people change and you never know. But Neal couldn't possibly like me, I'm not worth it. I'm a middle aged omega who has never been bonded. Always searching for a my bond mate but never finding them. Maybe I should have never have come here but I had to because Collins was going after him and I had to warn him. But why? I do care for him deeply, and I know I always wanted a deeper bound but I never thought it would happen.'
Peter was so deep in thought, he didn't realize that Neal was standing over him.
"Peter? Are you alright?" Neal asked with concern dripping in his voice, he sat on the edge of the hammock. He grabbed the omega's left hand and started to rub his thumb across the top. Peter looked at his hand then to Neal and looked into his baby blue eyes. He saw concern and care but that made his stomach rhect worse.
"Neal we need to talk."
"If it was about Kramer and all that stuff. I understand." Neal said.
"Neal that isn't the only thing."
"Peter it's fine."
"No it's not." Peter shoots up, shaking the hammock. "I don't know what to do. I mean what is happening between us?"
Neal sat there with a blank face.
"I mean we kissed and kept rubbing against each other." Peter explained "What I need to know is this all just because of my heat or an alpha thing or do you actually want to be with me?"
Neal didn't answer, just stared down and didn't move. Peter started to get more depressed, frustrated and angry. All overwhelming him, causing him to let out painful tears.
"You know forget about it, I shouldn't have asked. Its not the time and place. Plus I already know the answer 'I was just another of your fucking flings' or 'It was just an alpha thing'" Peter got up at Neal's silence, stomping around to head to the a room where he can be alone. "I should have known, I don't deserve you."
Before Peter got too far, he was suddenly grabbed by the arm and flung into the hammock. He bounced and swung uncontrollable. Peter was lying width wise. Once the hammock calmed down a bit, he tried to focus wondering what happened. All he could hear was the leaves blowing in the distance. He tried getting back up but was slammed back down again.
"What the fuck?" Peter groaned. Next thing Peter knows is he has a very pissed off Neal leaning over him, partially lying on him keeping him in place. Peter tries to move again and Peter grips his waist tighter.
"Peter don't you ever say any of those things again" Neal growled. "Do I make myself clear?"
"Then tell me what the fuck I am to you?" I spat. "Because I'm looking for a relationship not another motherfucking shit alpha that wants pups."
"You have been with others?" Neal questioned with jealous dripping in his voice.
"Yes, there is such a thing called dating." Peter spat. That was the wrong thing to say because Neal got even more pissed.
"Did they ever bond you or knot you?" Neal questioned.
"WH-WHAT?" Peter yelped.
"Answer the question." Neal demanded.
"Stupid Alpha Bullshit Pride." Peter mumbled.
"What was that?" Neal grabbed Peter's chin to look him in the eye. "Answer. the. question"
"No. I have not been bonded or knotted." Peter blushed. He was an older man so it was a surprise that he never bonded or knotted. Sure, he dated a few women here and there, but he never really settled. He knew he was bisexual but near went near the men. Being an FBI agent was a lot for a partner and plus he couldn't really have an overprotective alpha always trying to stop him.
Neal's face lit up and laughed.
"You don't have to be mean about it." Peter squirmed.
"I was laughing because I am relieved that you aren't bonded and that you are a virgin." Neal smirked. "My nose wasn't fooling me."
"I didn't say that."
Neal raised an eyebrow. "Name them."
Peter knew what he meant "Nancy, Amber, Sophia..."
"But you never been with men, that still makes you an ass virgin"
Peter pouted, "I've been with man"
"Yea and I'm Marvin the Martian." Neal smirked. "Now tell the truth."
He slowly moved his hand down Peter's neck to his chest, glazing his nipples through his shirts. Dragging his hand down to the top of Peter's package, tracing circles under his plush stomach. Peter moaned, grabbing the hammock. Most omegas were extra sensitive around their privates, ass, thighs and neck. But Peter was always more sensitive then omegas and everywhere if he was honest, excepically with what Neal was doing. Peter moaned, feeling himself grow wet and his erection growing. (And this is with clothes on) He thrusted up trying to get friction. Neal stopped completely, putting his hand on his stomach.
"Now tell the truth."
Peter whined and looked at Neal "Yes i'm still an 'ass virgin' as you put it, just please touch me again."
"Now that's better." Neal moved his index finger moving across my chest. "You're so sensitive. I wonder what it would be like without the clothes."
Peter whimpered and stared at the alpha.
Neal gave an evil grin and slowly lifted the shirt to rest under Peter's chin. They locked eyes, he slowly circled each nipple then pinched it hard. Peter shut his eyes and threw his head back exposing his neck. Neal continued his abuse on the other nipple
"You like pain, darling?"
Peter buckled his hips forward at the pet name. He brushed their erection next to each other, causing both to let out a loud moan. Peter opened his eyes, panting. Neal gave him a hungry look. He darted his tongue out, licked his lips, sniffed the air.
"Already wet for me, baby? Want it that bad?"
Peter looked away in embarrassment, getting shy. Neal just grinned more and started licking at Peter's neck. His hand going down to rub at the omega's erection. Peter moaned loudly, spreading his legs, to Neal between them.
"Oh baby, I'm going to be so good to you." Neal adjusted to get between Peter's legs. Peter felt his rather large erection against his ass and moaned. The alpha grinded against the plush ass at the moan. He proceeded to rub the erection once then slipping the hand down to the wet spot on the omega's ass. Neal growled and reached for the belt keeping him away from his prize. The sound of the buckle jiggling is when Peter snapped out of his lust daze.
"Ne-Neal wait!" Peter spoke. Neal stopped halfway through getting the belt undone. He looked at the omega in question, waiting for an answer, tilting his head. Peter froze at the sight of the baby blue eyes on him, his erection twitched at the arousal in them, letting another round of slick to rush out.
Neal nose flared and smirked. He continued undoing the belt while all looking at the blushing omega. Once the belt was whipped out, Peter realized what he was trying to do.
Peter tried pushing Neal aside but he wouldn't budge. "Wait hang on"
"Fine, but you have to explain why." Neal growled. He held the belt in one hand waiting for the omega to say something. Peter tried not to be distracted by all the things they could do with the belt right now.
"Neal, what are your feelings for me?" Peter blurted out.
Neal looked surprised. "Well I think you already know that one."
"Then say it." Peter remarked.
Neal froze, he wasn't expecting that.
"You can't, can you?" Peter sighed, looking down. "Maybe Mozzie is right and we should keep our hands to ourselves until we figure out our feelings for each other because I honestly couldn't handle being a one time thing."
Neal looked down and looked hurt. "Okay" Neal moved aside, he gave Peter's belt back, and sat on the side waiting on Peter. Peter got up pulling his shirt down, and putting his belt back on. He turned to look at Neal, he lifted up Neal's head, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips.
Peter then turned on his way to his bag to go change his soaked underwear and pants. And think about what just happened.
Neal sat there thinking to himself why he couldn't say it, he facepalm wondering what he was going to do.
Time began to drag by, silence throughout the house except the sound of waves crashing and leaves rustling.
"What should I do?"
Mozzie came back from the marine calling the two lovebirds in crisis to the open foyer.
"Okay I got the boat filled up with rumors starting." Mozzie said bringing the supplies. Just a couple garnishes, the silver mixer, a few bottles of liquor, and ice.
They set the few supplies they have on the table.
"Okay, ready?" Neal asked, looking at Peter, brushing his hand softly.
"As ready as I will ever be." Peter looked up at Neal.
Mozzie looked between the two, seeing how tamed it was. He couldn't smell arousal, he smelled something else that he never thought would happen, he's surprise he didn't notice it earlier. He coughed. "I'll leave you to it." He walked to set up the other side of the plan.
"Okay, We are going to start with tequila and vodka." Neal said, he grabbed the mixer explaining how much to put in of each alcohol. The difference between a shake and a stir. Which drinks goes in what glasses with what garnishes.
"Don't forget your garnish, okay?" Plucking a toothpick with three green olives on it, dropping it elegantly into the martini glass "That's just as important as the pour."
"Yep. Yep." Peter nodded.
"You know, before you pour, add a little flourish to it."Neal said going on the other side of the table. "Spin it around, throw it in the air." The silver mixer went twirling in the air, landing in one hand then soaring into the other hand.
"That's good." Peter said dazed, clearly thinking about other things to do with those hands.
"Go back to your baseball days." Neal smirked and chuckled, bringing Peter back to reality.
"Baseball." Peter hummed thinking back to the memory of Neal and him playing catch, joining in friendly banter, just enjoying each other's company. 'Once we are back to New York, we will have to do that.' Peter threw the container hand to hand, getting faster but not more elegant.
"Nice." Neal coughed "Yeah, that's—we can work on that."
"Yeah." Peter said unsurely.
"For sure." Neal added, giving him a soft smile.
Mozzie walked over to the table to see the progress and to figure out if what he was smelling early was true.
"Hey Mozzie, What about MacLiesh's regular bartender?" Peter questioned.
"Oh, he may have won an all- expense-paid dream vacation." Mozzie answered cockily. "That takes place the day of the party."
They chuckled.
"It could work, but he's not going to hire me because of my pretty face." Peter added
"Nope" Mozzie laughed
Neal gave Mozzie a scowl.
"Too bad you're not in heat anymore could have swung that omega in heat scent around…" Mozzie started swaying his hips in a circle and laughing until he heard Neal growled, Mozzie went wide-eyed. "Or you could get a recommendation from one of the island's top caterers."
Mozzie glances over at Neal. Neal goes wide-eyed and backed up into the table.
"Maya? No. I don't want her involved in this, Moz. Plus I just- I can't" Neal nodded his head towards Peter, wordlessly explaining to Mozzie, why he can't.
"What if she's willing to help?" Mozzie questioned.
"You talked to her?" Neal asked.
"She's worried about you." Mozzie said. "And I bet if you give her the kind of attention you have been giving to Peter, she'll probably give Peter a glowing recommendation."
"Moz, I don't want to take advantage of her. Especially now."
The two friends continued with their wordlessly conversation as Peter looked at the two confused, wondering what the hell is happening.
"Still Neal." Mozzie looked stern.
Neal sighed and walked away to call Maya. He told her to meet them as soon as they can and to bring more supplies with her. He acted mushy and gushy, that it made Peter's stomach turn in jealousy. Peter left the room to be alone and not hear the lovey dovey words.
Peter sat and thought about what he really wanted with Neal even though he already knew. He leaned over and rested his head in his palms. He was always jealous of his past girlfriend's and was drawn to Neal like no one before. He just marked it up to finding a great friend but realized it was more than that. It's almost like he met his true mate but that can't be. Yes, ever since he began his hunt to find Caffery, to catch the art thief, he was hooked. He thought about the long nights he would stay up and tell El about the adventures of him and Neal. He thought back to the moments they shared; drinking wine or beer, talking, playful fights, laughs, working together. Ever since they started working together it didn't feel like work to Peter anymore. He knew how he felt for Neal, he just wished he knew or well accepted it before having to come half cross the earth to realize it.
"But Neal has to make his decision too." Peter said softly to himself. He took a deep breath and went back to the bar, to focus on becoming a better bartender.
Maya arrived quickly with a box full of alcohol, garnishes, and a couple of other things. She glared at Peter and mouthed 'slut'. Peter just rolled his eyes and focused on the task at hand. He grabbed the mixer and started flipping it around in the air, behind him, just trying not to focus on the two alphas.
Neal showed her to the table with the rest of the alcohol and garnishes to set down the box. There were oranges, lemons, limes, and of course even more obscure names for alcohol. Also if looks could kill Peter would be triple dead by now. Maya was not happy to see the omega before she could say any remark, Neal put his arm around her waist, guided her to a bench to talk to her. Peter wishes, not for the first time, that he didn't have such good hearing. He could hear all the flirting and was gettin tired of it. He tuned it out but soon his curiosity got the best of him. He was fighting with himself, trying not to listen. But all he could picture was Neal having his arms still around her and giving her kisses. The jealousy built up. 'He isnt mine, I shouldn't be this jealous.' He soon lost the battle with himself and decided he wasnt going to eavesdrop but gather intel? RIght?
He slowly tuned into the conversation.
"Neal, this plan sounds incredibly intricate." Maya said.
"It is." Neal said.
Huh? The conversation was just so formal. Peter was surprised, he glanced over and caught Maya's death look. He turned back around but continued listening.
"What if it doesn't work?" Maya asked.
"It will." Neal said.
"What if you get caught?"
"Then I go to jail for a long, long time."
"Or worse."
"We're going to stay a step ahead of him." Neal said. "I wouldn't have asked for your help unless I knew it was going to work."
"You really think Dobbs will leave this island for good?"
"That's what you want isn't?"
Peter decides to get a better look. He threw the mixer in the air, turning around to see a sight that made him miss the mixer completely. It landed with a loud clash. The two alphas were kissing, Peter stood there shocked. 'Well I guess he made his decision.' He watch every detail, torturing himself.
Neal lifted his hand up and pushed her away from him. He scooted down the bench, taking her hand off his thigh.
"What was that for?" She asked, clearly irritated.
"Maya, I think you should get started on your part of the plan." Neal said formally
She glared at him, whispered something softly to Neal, slapped him and left.
Peter stared in shock, never did he ever expect that. He was blinking at the two even as she left. Neal came walking up sheepishly then growing confident.
"I thought you were making drinks?"
"Um… do we have any bitters?" Peter glanced down at the mixer, he picked it up and just laughed nervously looking anywhere but Neal.
This is going to be one eventful adventure.
