Breakfast
Title: Breakfast
Author: Dreamsparkle3
Rating: PG-13
Genre and/or Pairing: Neal/Peter
Spoilers: none
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 569
Summary: Peter wondered when he stopped telling Neal he wasn't welcome at breakfast.
Disclaimer: I do not own White Collar or the characters. This is not done for any profit, merely for entertainment.
Peter glanced over the table at Neal and wondered when he had stopped telling Neal he wasn’t welcome at breakfast. He saw the criminal playing with his latest cereal gift, a tiny toy car and smirked at the childish joy on his face. He almost wished Neal wasn’t a criminal because he was just too easy to love. Concentrating on eating his cereal he couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face. He didn’t see the coy look that slipped between Elizabeth and Neal or that they were both staring at him.
“Hey, Peter,” Neal said lightly sounding mischievous. Peter looked up immediately wary, even more so when Neal scooted closer so their sides were almost plastered together.
“What?” He said warningly. He looked over at Elizabeth who just smiled sweetly, as always at Neal’s antics.
“I think you’ve got something on your face.” He said bringing his hands to Peter’s mouth, sounding almost scared, as though it was something deadly or something. Elizabeth had started giggling softly into her juice and Peter wondered what he was missing.
“It looked like a smile,” Neal continued with mock horror, “didn’t it, El. But it couldn’t possibly be. Not Peter!” He gasped softly.
Peter rolled his eye and heaved a big sigh. Elizabeth was outright laughing now and Peter, even though he tried to hide it, didn’t like being picked on. He couldn’t help but pout, playing with his now soggy cereal with his spoon.
Then Neal kissed him, quick and light on the side of his mouth. Neal looked as surprised and shocked as Peter felt but he quickly blushed and moved back around the table ducking his head. He was speechless and looked at Elizabeth for help but what he saw confused him more. She was looking at both of them with a look of soft adoration, like she thought Neal kissing him was adorable.
“Neal...?!” He choked eventually turning back to scared blue eyes.
“Sorry, couldn’t help myself.” He said shakily. He was avoiding Elizabeth’s eyes like he was afraid she’s mad.
After an awkward silence Elizabeth spoke up. “Aren’t you boys going to be late for work?” Peter nodded and went upstairs to collect his things. Neal tried to leave immediately which he almost never does but Elizabeth called him back.
“Don’t I get a kiss?” pointing to her cheek in case he got the wrong idea. She then invited him to dinner. Neal stared at her for a long moment reading the awkward conversation she was letting him get out of and her acceptance. He grinned; smile brighter than the sun as he asked. “Really?”
As they got in the car Neal was almost whistling. Peter looked at him wondering if he’d been the butt of another prank. “Are you going to tell me what that was all about?”
“Nope.” Neal told him cheerfully. Smiling even wider when Peter pouted again and suddenly he found his lips pressed to Neal’s again. As the panic faded he managed to kiss Neal back, feeling the glow he felt this morning start to return. He liked kissing Neal, somehow kissing someone who couldn’t stop grinning made him smile in return.
When Neal finally broke away looking flustered as well as happy he leaned back and watched Peter pull into the road. They set off for work before Neal spoke again.
“You know you’re really cute when you pout.”
Author: Dreamsparkle3
Rating: PG-13
Genre and/or Pairing: Neal/Peter
Spoilers: none
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 569
Summary: Peter wondered when he stopped telling Neal he wasn't welcome at breakfast.
Disclaimer: I do not own White Collar or the characters. This is not done for any profit, merely for entertainment.
Peter glanced over the table at Neal and wondered when he had stopped telling Neal he wasn’t welcome at breakfast. He saw the criminal playing with his latest cereal gift, a tiny toy car and smirked at the childish joy on his face. He almost wished Neal wasn’t a criminal because he was just too easy to love. Concentrating on eating his cereal he couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face. He didn’t see the coy look that slipped between Elizabeth and Neal or that they were both staring at him.
“Hey, Peter,” Neal said lightly sounding mischievous. Peter looked up immediately wary, even more so when Neal scooted closer so their sides were almost plastered together.
“What?” He said warningly. He looked over at Elizabeth who just smiled sweetly, as always at Neal’s antics.
“I think you’ve got something on your face.” He said bringing his hands to Peter’s mouth, sounding almost scared, as though it was something deadly or something. Elizabeth had started giggling softly into her juice and Peter wondered what he was missing.
“It looked like a smile,” Neal continued with mock horror, “didn’t it, El. But it couldn’t possibly be. Not Peter!” He gasped softly.
Peter rolled his eye and heaved a big sigh. Elizabeth was outright laughing now and Peter, even though he tried to hide it, didn’t like being picked on. He couldn’t help but pout, playing with his now soggy cereal with his spoon.
Then Neal kissed him, quick and light on the side of his mouth. Neal looked as surprised and shocked as Peter felt but he quickly blushed and moved back around the table ducking his head. He was speechless and looked at Elizabeth for help but what he saw confused him more. She was looking at both of them with a look of soft adoration, like she thought Neal kissing him was adorable.
“Neal...?!” He choked eventually turning back to scared blue eyes.
“Sorry, couldn’t help myself.” He said shakily. He was avoiding Elizabeth’s eyes like he was afraid she’s mad.
After an awkward silence Elizabeth spoke up. “Aren’t you boys going to be late for work?” Peter nodded and went upstairs to collect his things. Neal tried to leave immediately which he almost never does but Elizabeth called him back.
“Don’t I get a kiss?” pointing to her cheek in case he got the wrong idea. She then invited him to dinner. Neal stared at her for a long moment reading the awkward conversation she was letting him get out of and her acceptance. He grinned; smile brighter than the sun as he asked. “Really?”
As they got in the car Neal was almost whistling. Peter looked at him wondering if he’d been the butt of another prank. “Are you going to tell me what that was all about?”
“Nope.” Neal told him cheerfully. Smiling even wider when Peter pouted again and suddenly he found his lips pressed to Neal’s again. As the panic faded he managed to kiss Neal back, feeling the glow he felt this morning start to return. He liked kissing Neal, somehow kissing someone who couldn’t stop grinning made him smile in return.
When Neal finally broke away looking flustered as well as happy he leaned back and watched Peter pull into the road. They set off for work before Neal spoke again.
“You know you’re really cute when you pout.”