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Sep. 28th, 2010 07:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hoosierbitchOh god I'm so sick.
I'm sitting in a freezing cold theatre in shorts and a t-shirt sweating like I just ran around the building a few times. I hit 99.7 when I checked my temp before leaving the apartment, and I typically run around 96.5.
Today I am grateful for:
BFF, who drove me to the class that I half-slept through and then drove me to CVS to buy stronger meds and OJ and tissues, and made me soup. She's my Peter Burke, y'all. She really is.
Or perhaps I am the Peter Burke to her Elizabeth...
Computerupdate: my laptop is dead. Drowned, fried, kaput.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elrhiarhodan, lovely woman that she is, is sending me an old laptop of hers, on which I shall write much angsty porns. She is another person for whom I am grateful.
So: as I have been primarily computerless (not entirely, however, thanks to a laptop sneakily borrowed from work) - anything interesting happening? Anyone written any fics recently? Posted RL updates? If not...is/has anyone writing/written any porn? I'm on my period (because my luck, she is on vacation), and thus, need uterine-pain-distractors.
God. I am so cold and sweaty right now.
To sum up:
bleh.
I'm sitting in a freezing cold theatre in shorts and a t-shirt sweating like I just ran around the building a few times. I hit 99.7 when I checked my temp before leaving the apartment, and I typically run around 96.5.
Today I am grateful for:
BFF, who drove me to the class that I half-slept through and then drove me to CVS to buy stronger meds and OJ and tissues, and made me soup. She's my Peter Burke, y'all. She really is.
Or perhaps I am the Peter Burke to her Elizabeth...
Computerupdate: my laptop is dead. Drowned, fried, kaput.
elrhiarhodan, lovely woman that she is, is sending me an old laptop of hers, on which I shall write much angsty porns. She is another person for whom I am grateful. So: as I have been primarily computerless (not entirely, however, thanks to a laptop sneakily borrowed from work) - anything interesting happening? Anyone written any fics recently? Posted RL updates? If not...is/has anyone writing/written any porn? I'm on my period (because my luck, she is on vacation), and thus, need uterine-pain-distractors.
God. I am so cold and sweaty right now.
To sum up:
bleh.
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Date: 2010-09-29 12:56 am (UTC)Secondly, I am so sorry that the computer thing didn't work out. That really, really, really sucks. If you're thinking of purchasing a new one from Amazon.com, I could seriously help you with it; if you want to get it from any other source, alas, I can't do a damn thing because all my money is in Amazon.com. (Among many other things manic!me decided to put all the money in my bank account into Amazon.com Gift Certificates. Why? I have absolutely no idea.) But yes: do consider buying it on Amazon.com, because if you do I can substantially help you make a quality purchase.
As for the porn, I'm not a very good writer, and am even worse at porn. (There's a reason I deleted my entire fanfiction community; I felt awful that I'd been imposing such rubbish on people!) Is there anything else I can do? I could attempt something angst-ridden (my specialty!) or h/c or really anything but porn. Even when I did write porn, it was never m/m; it was always f/f.
So: let me know about the laptop, and other ways in which I could potentially help you feel better. I send you a huge internet hug. Feel better, darling!
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Date: 2010-09-29 01:01 am (UTC)Again, feel better!
completely unfinished (as in barely started) not yet porn
Date: 2010-09-29 01:59 am (UTC)...
It had been a really big case. In money alone it had gone into the billions of dollars. In scope, it spanned ten countries. And Neal had been the key. They were in Hughes's office, getting a rundown on how to wrap things up, and, in Peter's opinion, Neal wasn't getting enough credit. Peter kept catching himself staring at Neal's ankles, daintily crossed over one another. He wondered how much longer the FBI could have its cake and eat it, too. How long they could use Neal Caffrey and act like he hadn't become essential to the division. But when he looked up, Neal was smiling at him, and Hughes was dismissing them both with subdued congratulations.
"You ready to go get some lunch, old man?"
Peter gave Neal a wry look, but his knees did pop when he got up out of the chair. "Watch it, kid."
"I'm sorry, Peter. Middle-aged man."
Peter put his hand on Neal's lower back as they exited the office and said in his ear, "I prefer Sir." And he could have imagined it, but Peter thought he felt Neal shiver under his hand. He removed it, confused by the sense of loss when he did.
Peter went to his own office and shut the door. He started pulling up the files they'd need on his computer but soon found himself just staring at the screen. The feeling of confusion, the emptiness of the palm of his hand didn't dissipate. It hadn't dissipated in a long time, and Peter had been feeling it for weeks. Neal was right. He was middle-aged. And he was feeling something he hadn't felt in ten years. Since he met El.
Only then, he hadn't been confused about what he was feeling. Now he was. Because it was Neal. It was all about Neal.
With El it was easy. Meet woman. Like woman. Make no move. Let woman ask you out for Italian with a handmade sign. Fall in love. Get married. Adopt dog. The end. With Neal... Well, Peter wasn't exactly ready to compare the two. Love didn't seem like the right word. Not at his desk, in the middle of the FBI, his tie feeling like it was choking him. But in the field, watching Neal today, feeling that tight heat in his gut that Neal might get hurt. Feeling the relief, the pride, when Neal not only came out unscathed but smiling, with a collar all his own. Love wasn't so far off then.
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I'll work on more for ya!
<3,
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Re: completely unfinished (as in barely started) not yet porn
Date: 2010-09-29 02:03 am (UTC)Re: completely unfinished (as in barely started) not yet porn
Date: 2010-10-01 10:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-09-29 02:22 am (UTC)But if you're too tired to find it, you may like this (let me know if I've given this to you already):
Neal supposed he should have been hurt that Peter, even half teasingly, accused him of a crime. Peter may love him, but he wasn’t blind and there was no changing his past. He had been a thief, and Peter certainly had put in enough time proving that fact. But there was a time when he wasn’t quite a criminal, when he could have done things differently. No – let’s keep that box tightly closed.
He looked at his lovers standing side by side, their eyes filled with questions that he didn’t want to answer. Neal wouldn’t insult them with his professional smile, the one that charmed so many marks. He didn’t want to lie, either. So, when charm and lies wouldn’t work, perhaps diversion and misdirection would. He moved close into them, deliberately trying to recapture the mood that had simmered only a few short minutes ago. Brushing kisses across Elizabeth’s lips, then Peter’s, he said softly. “I don’t want to talk about it – not now.”
Neal felt Peter’s hand spear through his hair, holding him still. Elizabeth curled close against his back, like a cat. Peter’s mouth found the sensitive point where his neck met his shoulder, and he bit down gently and then soothed him with a wet kiss. Arousal coursed through Neal’s veins like a freshly uncorked bottle of Champagne, and he rolled his hips against Peter’s. So different from their teasing sex play a few minutes ago. Neal reveled in the feel of Peter’s mouth on his skin, his cheek slightly rough against his neck, Peter’s hand cupping the back of his head, and the other hand against his cheek, holding him like he was something rare and precious.
Elizabeth’s hands were at his fly, tucking in and stroking at the hardness of his sex. He moaned, and Peter caught it with his own mouth. Kissing Peter was like doing battle, no quarter given or received. Peter nipped and bit hard at his lips, his tongue licking, hot and wet and demanding. Neal pressed into Peter’s mouth, his own tongue pushing against Peter’s, his teeth biting back at Peter’s own lips. Neal panted as Peter sucked hard on his lower lip, then bit at his chin.
He felt Elizabeth’s hot breath against his neck, and her mouth doing something to the hand in his hair. Peter’s whole body shuddered against him as Elizabeth’s hands undid her husband’s pants and dragged his cock against Neal’s. The twin sensation of her hands stroking him, and the hot length of Peter burning against him was almost more pleasure than he could bear. He loved this feeling of being taken over. There was no past to deal with, just the here and now of Peter and Elizabeth, their hot hands and wet mouths and their hardness and softness.
(end pt 1)
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Date: 2010-09-29 02:22 am (UTC)Peter caught that smile. “What?”
“Squire Elizabeth.” Neal turned his head to catch Elizabeth’s eyes. “You strip us of our armor so effectively.”
Peter pulled him down to the floor, pinning him against the rug. Neal looked up into Peter’s eyes – dark against the pallor of his face, and he reached up to brush his fingers against those eyelids, down his cheek, across his lips – to touch, and to be made real. Neal shivered when Peter kissed his fingers, his palm, and his wrist. Neal shivered again when Peter’s face, so gentle and then so fierce, moved in close, blotting out the rest of the universe. Peter devoured his mouth, as if Neal was his sole sustenance. He bucked against Peter, seeking greater contact, trying to gain some leverage. Peter held his body away from Neal’s – their mouths the only point of contact.
Neal felt Elizabeth’s hands on him again, cool with lube as she prepared him for Peter. Her clever fingers stretched him, first one, two, then three fingers flexing against his hole. Peter whispered something dirty to him, about wanting to see him take her whole hand, and Neal heard himself whimper, both frightened and unbearably aroused.
Peter finally leaned in, skin to skin at thighs, cock and chest, and Neal spread his legs and canted his hips upward. As well-stretched and slicked as he was, it was still a shock when Peter first breached him. Peter’s size, his heat, the incredible intimacy of the act, his love and possession broke Neal and rebuilt him with each stroke.
Neal tried to contain himself, to save something for Elizabeth, but Peter was merciless, driving into him at the perfect angle each time. When Peter growled, “You started this, now you need to finish it,” Neal came, his world burning into white, his cock pulsing against Peter’s belly, his come both sticky and slick against their skin. Peter worked into him for a few more strokes, and then finally surrendered his own control.
Neal turned his head, to see Elizabeth, naked except for her panties, which were stretched out by her fingers working into herself, her eyes opened and blind from her own climaxes. He tried to reach her, but he was still impaled on Peter’s cock, formidable even in its post-orgasmic state. He winced a bit as Peter finally withdrew, sore in a good and satisfied way. He watched as Peter gently stripped off his wife’s underwear and replaced her fingers with his own. He heard Elizabeth’s keening and wondered if he sounded like that too, when Peter was working him over.
Wrung dry, Neal thought that maybe his misdirection worked. He was quite wrong.
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Date: 2010-09-29 02:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-09-29 03:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-09-29 03:32 am (UTC)Neal held back a whine as he spread his legs wider. He pushed his face deeper into the hot, sweat-dampened pillow, hyper-aware of how exposed his balls were, swaying slightly with every tiny movement.
Peter gently slid the cool, leather paddle across the skin of Neal's hot, sore ass. Neal hissed and bit his lower lip.
"What was that?" Peter asked, pulling the paddle away.
Holy shit, how did he hear that? Neal wondered, biting his lip harder.
Peter's hand slid between Neal's legs and he took Neal's balls in one hand. "What did you say?"
Pathetically, his face shoved into the pillow, Neal shook his head. He didn't say anything.
"Don't lie to me, Neal," Peter said, his voice dropping to a growl. His grip tightened around Neal's balls. Neal clenched his fingers into fists. He wanted to cry out. God, he couldn't think about anything else except Peter's hand on him.
"I told you," Peter said, "to be silent."
Neal pressed his lips together and his skin broke out in goosebumps. He swallowed hard, but his mouth was dry. He couldn't speak if he wanted to.
Peter squeezed Neal's balls tighter and it was excruciating and wonderful. Then Peter leaned forward -- Neal could feel his movement through the mattress -- and pressed a kiss just above Neal's right thigh.
It was soft, but it felt like acid burning against his skin. If it weren't for the vice grip Peter had on his balls, Neal would have come. Instead, he cried out uncontrollably, something between a sob and a scream.
Peter laughed, low and dark, but not cruel. "There it is," he mumbled, leaning back.
Neal lifted his head, just to see Peter pick up the paddle again.
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(I would have had this faster, but I got distracted by baseball. My team just won the division! It's been a party, with intermittent porn, lol. Really, really short porn.)
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Date: 2010-09-29 03:34 am (UTC)Sorry. Haven't written a lot of porn lately but I've stage managed sick so I understand the hell. I hope you feel better soon.
*MORE HUGS*
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Date: 2010-09-29 03:50 am (UTC)And both friends are awesome.
*lots of hugs your way*
A little ficcy something for you...
Date: 2010-09-29 04:08 am (UTC)He has no idea how Neal hacked the comm units. He has no idea if anyone's listening in. All he knows is Neal's voice is rumbling in his earpiece describing to him in detail just what he's going to do to him. Neal's smooth voice talking dirty is enough to get Peter hard as it is, but this is pure torture.
At least he knows where the handcuffs came from. Neal made a point of showing them to Peter when he stripped him, putting the key on the nightstand just far enough out of reach it would take a supreme effort to unlock himself if he were left alone.
Only Neal doesn't leave him alone. He strips him, handcuffs him to the bed and then goes downstairs to talk to him on the comm, all the while telling Peter how he's stroking himself, getting himself ready, driving Peter to want to touch himself so badly he's all but contorting himself on the bed in an attempt to get his cock in the vicinity of his cuffed hands.
Then, when he's begging and desperate, Neal walks in like some sort of Adonis: completely naked save his anklet and one of Peter's good silk ties in his hand. The tie goes around Peter's eyes or, if he's bad, in his mouth as a gag. Peter likes to be bad. It almost makes sense to equate the taste of silk with Neal.
Sometimes there's ice. Sometimes hot wax. Sometimes Neal just drags his fingertips over him until Peter wants to cry, wanting so hard it's about to destroy him. But always at the end there's Neal all around him and inside him and Peter explodes into shards: feeling his entire body aflame all at once and then feeling nothing at all.
Until Neal's talented hands unlock the handcuffs and gently rub away the marks in his wrists. Until he feels Neal's warm breath on his cheek. Until he hears Neal whisper words to him, words that no one else will ever hear. Neal may have broken him, but each time, after he's done, Neal always stays and puts Peter back together again.
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Date: 2010-09-29 05:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-09-29 02:15 pm (UTC)Feel better! <3
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Date: 2010-09-30 01:59 am (UTC)Titled in homage of your awesome titling skills <3
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Date: 2010-10-01 07:15 pm (UTC)I hope you are feeling tons and tons better or if not have at least had much wonderful porn to keep your mind off of it. I *do* have a RL update up over at my journal, so feel free to peruse that at your leisure.
So sorry about the 'puter. :( That is no fun. (But yay for elr and her awesomeness! And for the return of porns.)
I have missed you much. Also, I am finally working on more Peter/Neal fic. Post-In The Red. Peter's reaction to having someone else put cuffs on his boy. *nods*