Title: Playing By the Numbers
Author: Prentice
Fandom: White Collar
Pairing: Neal Caffery/Peter Burke
Disclaimer: I don't own it, but if I did, something like this would have probably happened.
Spoilers: For the entire series, just to be safe.
Author's Note: I started writing this for my sister as a lark and then it kind of grew into a monster...who enjoys porn and a tiny dose of plot...who knew?

Summary: The first time Peter Burke sleeps with Neal Caffrey, it's a few weeks after being assigned the younger man's case, his superiors hoping that he'll cross the T's and dot the I's on this thing before it gets anymore out of hand.

First

The first time Peter Burke sleeps with Neal Caffrey, it's a few weeks after being assigned the younger man's case, his superiors hoping that he'll cross the T's and dot the I's on this thing before it gets anymore out of hand. He takes it, what choice does he have, and doesn't realize it's Neal he's tumbling into this thing with him until it's much, much too late. After all, there's only a few photos of him, grainy CCTV shots from banks and art galleries that show a man, impeccably dressed, charming his way into some of the most secured facilities across the country.

They're not enough to tell details from, however, and have nothing on the piercing blue eyes that smile at him from across the bar or the grin that stretches across lips when he raises his eyebrows, questioning and beckoning. He should have known then, of course, with the suit and the tie, with the mussed hair and charming personality. He should have known, but he hadn't and comforts himself with the fact that what happens after the drinks and the talking just seems inevitable.

He and Elizabeth have had an understanding for years, in any case, and it's one that is comfortable and homey to the both of them, and so he doesn't feel guilty when he back Neal – or Kyle, rather; he said his name was Kyle – into the dirty alley wall behind the bar and jerks them both off with rough, dirty strokes that leave him hungry for more. He almost (almost) asks for Kyle's number when it's all over and they're panting for breath; contemplates for half a second what it would be like to spend the night wrapped up in this man's scent, this man's body, but discards it immediately. He has a job to do and a criminal to catch so instead he kisses Kyle's lips, slowly and thoroughly, and licks across the inside of his mouth until he has it memorized.

When he pulls back, Kyle's eyes are glazed and wide, like Peter has surprised him, and for an uncomfortable, itchy moment Peter wonders how old the man – kid? – is, with his smooth skin and stylish suit, but shakes it off. He isn't Kyle's father and isn't going to make this something more than it is by trying to be, so he pats the man's cheek, zips him up, and walks out of the alleyway without looking back.

TBC