oper_1895: Neal Caffrey in a suit. (Default)
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Title: The Power of a Suit
Author: oper_1895
Fandom: White Collar
Rating: R
Pairing: Peter/Neal
Words: ~1200
Spoilers: None
Contains: D/s, blindfolds, dressing, subspace
For Kink-bingo prompt: Silk, velvet, feathers, furs
Summary: Even Peter had to admit that the silk/cashmere blend was nice. They had someone do some tailoring, which had was bit of a hassle but then Neal had arrived and damn near walked into the wall. That made everything worth while.

Beta: Thanks to [personal profile] elrhiarhodan for your efforts.


Peter considered the suit.

He had to admit this had been a fantastic day. On the surface, it was pretty boring. The point of today was to put in some face time on an undercover identity. They weren't actually going to make contact, Peter was just going to be a bit of a bastard in several key locations to give Neal some credibility when he made contact as the disgruntled assistant.

But Peter had to be a rich bastard.

So the FBI had brought him a suit, and even Peter had to admit that the silk/cashmere blend was nice. They had someone do some tailoring, which had was bit of a hassle but then Neal had arrived and damn near walked into the wall. That made everything worth while.

For the rest of the day, Peter kept Neal following him at one pace behind, keeping himself just out of reach. He actually enjoyed telling Neal that he wasn’t allowed to look. Neal had been sneaking glances all day, his hand twitching with the desire to touch. And Peter had felt powerful. The suit was perfect, the warm soft fabric curving into him, and Neal with his covetous eyes had been the embodiment of gorgeous, frustrated desire.

When they'd finished their walkabout, Peter sent Neal home early. Because he knew that the thing Neal wanted most in the world, at that moment, was to be able to gawk to his hearts content and Peter was feeling mean.

He’d make it up to Neal though. Eventually.


Neal paced. Elizabeth smirked.

“You should have seen him El, it fit him like a glove. I want to buy that tailor a car. Or possibly an island.”

“An island, really?” Elizabeth looked amused at him over her coffee.

“And then he yelled at me every time I stared at him in public and refused to go anywhere private.”

“That is mean.” Elizabeth’s phone beeped and she glanced down. “Peter says he’s on the way home. He’d like you naked and blindfolded when he gets here.

Something like a whimper escaped Neal. Just a little catch of something in his throat, he told himself as as he started unbuttoning his vest.


When Peter got home Neal was kneeling in the middle of the living room, fine tremors running across his body. Either a chill or anticipation. Possibly both.

“Neal.” Peter began.

Neal lifted his head towards Peter’s voice and tried to calm his racing heart. “So,” Neal aimed for suave and missed by a mile, “what are you wearing?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Neal could hear the smug grin in Peter’s voice.

“Yes, I would. Please.”

“Well, you were waiting just as I asked.” Peter stepped up beside Neal. He shifted away as Neal leaned towards him, waited until Neal settled back and then leaned into Neal and Neal felt Peter’s every day, hard-wearing, perfectly serviceable off-the-rack suit. Peter was a bastard.

“You were expecting something else?”

The smugness had blossomed into self-satisfied superiority. Neal didn’t answer. Instead he concentrated on being still and good because Peter wouldn’t have done this if he didn‘t have a plan. He had to have a plan.

“Hold out your hands.”

Not sure what to expect, Neal extended his arms. The brush of the warm soft fabric over his sensitive inner arms made him shiver as Peter gave him the suit.

“Dress me, and then you can see the results of your handiwork.”

Neal felt delicious anticipation, and a little bite of trepidation. Seeing the suit being worn incorrectly would almost be worse than not seeing it at all.

Neal shuffled carefully to the coffee table and every so carefully cleared a space and laid the suit out, fussing with the fabric for a moment to make sure it lay flat. It was beautiful under his hands. It would be even better when it came alive on the person who owned it.

In contrast, Peter’s current suit was an affliction. Neal could feel the strength the fabric hid as he slid his hands across Peter’s shoulders and eased the coat down his arms. He tossed it in the general direction of the couch, eager to get down to the next layer. The shirt underneath wasn’t nearly as tragic. His fingers barely brushed the fabric before Peter took a step back.

“Neal,” Peter’s voice was stern, “you know better than that.”

Neal sighed. He did. He really did. He shuffled in the direction of the coat, wasting precious time as he groped through the darkness to find where it landed so he could drape it oh so carefully across the back of the couch.


Neal got through the buttons efficiently, then eased the shirt off shoulders and the undershirt over Peter’s head, folding both carefully. He spent a second just waiting, hands on Peter’s bare shoulders, anticipating what would cover them next. Peter was still under his hands, steady and solid and strong. Peter my rock, Neal thought, and he gave into the urge to curl into that strength. He dropped his head onto Peter’s shoulder and just breathed, just for a moment.

He made quick work of the pants, fumbling just a bit with the fly as he knelt at Peter’s feet. Peter braced his hand against Neal’s shoulder to steady himself as he stepped out of them, and Neal thrilled at the feel of those hands on his shoulders.

Now that Peter was ready, Neal reverently picked up the suit.

He let himself luxuriate in this process. Feeling strong thighs and a trim waist under the deliciously soft fabric. The shirt was thick crisp cotton and his tie smooth silk. Neal tied slowly, and not only by necessity of typing a knot blindfolded and ‘backwards‘, but for the opportunity to feel Peter’s pulse beating strong under his skin.

Then the coat, the finishing touch, the keystone that brought the entire thing together. Standing behind Peter, he guided the coat up his back, up his arms. Smoothed it over Peter’s shoulders and dipped his forehead against Peter’s back as he reached around to button it.

His hands had started to shake as he carefully explored every inch of Peter, making sure every piece was perfect. He could feel Peter breathing under his hands, not completely unaffected by this whole process. Eventually satisfied that this was the best he could do, Neal stepped back and dropped to his knees again.

“I promised. You deserve your reward.” Peter said, and pulled off the blindfold.

Neal’s breath caught. Looking up the length of Peter’s body, he towered over Neal. Peter was looking down, with his hands casually on his hips. His shoulders looked huge under the coat, his thighs strong. Neal felt his head start to buzz, feeling the static fuzziness that usually only came after a lot more exertion. He was teetering on the edge of falling into that quiet space where nothing mattered.

Peter took a step forward and Neal let his head drop, absently rubbing his cheek against Peter‘s thigh. Peter’s hand tangled in his hair and Neal fell.


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Date: 2012-02-29 02:59 am (UTC)
yamx: (Default)
From: [personal profile] yamx
Lovely as always. I love this 'verse.

The sensual descriptions here are very evocative, and I enjoyed the slow step-by-step progress. Great job!

Date: 2012-02-29 07:01 am (UTC)
sahiya: (Default)
From: [personal profile] sahiya
Mmm. Gorgeous.

Date: 2012-03-04 05:46 am (UTC)
ext_250270: (Default)
From: [identity profile] rathwynn-grey.livejournal.com
This was nice, you could really feel the tension. And I liked that it was sexy without being nc-17. :)

Date: 2012-03-08 06:07 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Oh my darling, you make me so happy.

Date: 2012-03-10 11:15 am (UTC)
dariaw: (Default)
From: [personal profile] dariaw
This is wonderful - sensual and sweet and Peter is wonderfully wicked here.

Date: 2012-06-10 02:34 am (UTC)
ponderosa: (white collar - yespls)
From: [personal profile] ponderosa
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Neal could hear the smug grin in Peter’s voice.

*melt* so perfect!

Loved this a ton. Especially the hints of Peter enjoying that sense of powerfulness. :D


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