And when he gets Peter's dick out and opens his mouth - resting back on his heels, closing his eyes, waiting - when he lets go and trusts Peter to catch him? Peter's hands start to tremble. He needs to be worthy of Neal's trust. Needs to be able to always have his back. He looks at Neal, submissive and waiting and tries to let that image erase his fear.

Damnit - how are you so freakin' awesomely talented? Everything you write is just so incredible - porn and tenderness. A combination that can't be beat [off].