Love Game, White Collar, R
Nov. 9th, 2010 04:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
veronicasleepsTitle: Love Game
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
veronicasleeps
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Neal/Elizabeth
Word count: 300
Warnings/Spoilers: inappropriate use of board games?
Summary: A bit of fun in the Burke home.
Notes: Proof that I can make porn out of everything...Sad as that sounds.
Also, I totally forgot to post this last week, but real life keeps kicking me in my nonexistent balls.
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“Keep still, Neal.” Peter doesn’t need to raise his voice. Neal is completely focused on him, his hearing more acute than usual after three hours of wearing the blindfold.
Neal is trying hard not to move, and to keep his breathing shallow, but it’s difficult - his cock grows harder every time a hand or a sleeve or even just a soft rush of air breezes against it, and the heaviness of the marble on his chest that keeps him from taking full breaths makes him feel just that little bit faint.
Someone is laughing softly, Peter, he thinks, and a hand cards through his hair. Neal wishes he could push into it.
The hardest thing is not knowing when the game will be over, but neither Peter nor Elizabeth let him know the score.
They keep him on edge with their mumbled conversation, making him strain to hear their words so he’ll catch the phrase that will mean it’s over, that someone has won.
Then there’s the brush of hair on his face and a long fingered hand wraps around his cock and a thumb presses down on the head.
Elizabeth breathes into his ear, hot and heavy. “Check mate,” she whispers. “I win.”
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Author:
veronicasleepsRating: R
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Neal/Elizabeth
Word count: 300
Warnings/Spoilers: inappropriate use of board games?
Summary: A bit of fun in the Burke home.
Notes: Proof that I can make porn out of everything...Sad as that sounds.
Also, I totally forgot to post this last week, but real life keeps kicking me in my nonexistent balls.
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“Keep still, Neal.” Peter doesn’t need to raise his voice. Neal is completely focused on him, his hearing more acute than usual after three hours of wearing the blindfold.
Neal is trying hard not to move, and to keep his breathing shallow, but it’s difficult - his cock grows harder every time a hand or a sleeve or even just a soft rush of air breezes against it, and the heaviness of the marble on his chest that keeps him from taking full breaths makes him feel just that little bit faint.
Someone is laughing softly, Peter, he thinks, and a hand cards through his hair. Neal wishes he could push into it.
The hardest thing is not knowing when the game will be over, but neither Peter nor Elizabeth let him know the score.
They keep him on edge with their mumbled conversation, making him strain to hear their words so he’ll catch the phrase that will mean it’s over, that someone has won.
Then there’s the brush of hair on his face and a long fingered hand wraps around his cock and a thumb presses down on the head.
Elizabeth breathes into his ear, hot and heavy. “Check mate,” she whispers. “I win.”
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