Undercover
Title: Undercover
Author: kaylynnkie
Disclaimer: Not mine
Pairing: Bryce!Neal/Chuck
Summary: Neal isn't Bryce but it doesn't hurt to pretend
Word Count: ~2,000
Warnings/Rating: NC-17
Notes: Written for scripps 's prompt over at comment_fic ; “ White Collar/Chuck, Bryce!Neal/Chuck, temporary orgasm denial and teasing.”
He thinks that he thinks about Peter at the worst times. The man - the boy - has no idea what he's doing. Peter, on the other hand, would. Or at least that's what Neal always imagines. When he's alone. When he has his toys out, and the lube, of course. Right after he smells something that reminds him of Peter's godawful beer and - But never mind that now. This boy is going to cause him structural damage if his hands keep shaking.
“Chuck,” he sighs. “You don't need to be nervous about this.”
The boy - Chuck - giggles nervously. “I'm sorry. This must be awful for you.”
His hands are gripping Neal's legs a bit too harshly to be playful. This really isn't fun.
“Stop it,” he says softly. He doesn't miss the way Chuck's breath catches or how he quickly obeys. “Lay down. I'm going to show you some of the things that I enjoy.” Chuck tries to speak, but Neal glares at him. His jaw snaps shut, and he sits.
“Close your eyes.”
“But I want to see you.”
Neal smirks. “Close your eyes.”
Pouting, the boy shuts his eyes and falls back onto the mattress. Neal likes him, but that's where it ends. He likes the shape of his mouth, the way he smiles and the eagerness. It reminds him a little of himself but topping is something that he does on occasion. He knows this one will want that, that he'll need it. That's not something Neal will be able to provide him with on a daily basis. He pushes the thought from his mind and drags his nail across the boys abdomen, down to the top of his jeans. Chuck keens softly in the back of his throat.
“That's it. Good boy. Just feel it. Do you like that?”
“Yeah.”
He moves to kiss Chuck, but when the boy makes a displeased noise he stops. “What's wrong?” “Bryce doesn't kiss me.”
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wonders why on Earth someone would pass up the opportunity to kiss those lips. He hums and whispers low in Chuck's ear, “But you want him to?” “God yes.”
“Then pucker up.” He knows he's being ridiculous, bordering on campy even, but it gets his lover off like nothing else seems to. The clichéd dirty talk, that is.
He wonders if Bryce would be rough or take his time. In the end, he decides on something a little rougher than a first kiss should work with a gentle sweep of his tongue that makes Chuck reach up and pull him close. When he pulls back to assess what the hell Chuck thinks, he finds the boy with his eyes screwed shut, breathing heavily. Neal feels the burn of arousal that makes his pants too constricting and palms himself. This is fucking amazing.
“I know this might be a little awkward. But have you ever played any games when you've had sex before?”
“Like roleplaying?”
“No. I mean, have you ever played any sex games with domination or submission or anything like that? Do you know what I'm talking about?”
Chuck's cheeks turn crimson and Neal knows that they both know exactly what Neal's talking about. He tries to speak and even clears his throat, but all that comes out is an embarrassed squeak. Mortified, he tries to turn away. Neal puts a hand on his cheek to gently refocus his gaze. “Come on, tell me. Did you do anything or was it just something you saw?”
“I watched it online,” he whispered, trying not to meet the other man's eyes. “It was this guy and this,” he swallowed, “this woman was all tied up, and he was...He was...”
“Was he fucking her?” Neal asked eagerly.
He nodded slowly.
“Fuck.” He gripped Chuck's wrists in his hand and lifted them about his head. “Keep your hands there. Don't move them unless I say so. M'kay?”
Chuck was breathing heavily. “Okay.”
“You ever play like this before?”
“No.” But he sounded excited, eager for whatever Neal was going to do to him. “Here are the rules then. If this ever gets to be too much, then you tell me stop. I will. I promise and it won't ruin anything. I won't hold it against you. But I have to trust you to tell me when to stop. Can you tell me to stop?”
He tried. It was so pitiful, but it wasn't in Chuck to say no. He was such a pleaser, and Neal could see how hard his cock was even in those baggy brown slacks. And just from such a simple command.
“We'll improvise then.” He got up and retrieved his jacket from the dresser. Finding what he wanted, he returned to Chuck. He pressed a slim metal object in Chuck's hand. Peter's pen. “Drop this then. If you want to stop playing, then you drop this.”
Obediently, Chuck let it fall to the floor. It made a metallic pling even though it landed on carpet. They both breathed a sigh of relief, and Neal pressed it back against Chuck's palm.
“Good. Now I want you to tell me about the video you were watching. Who were you looking at?”
“What?”
“The guy or the girl, silly boy. Which one was making you hard?”
He gasped when Neal undid his fly and removed his pants and underwear in one go. His cock sprung free and slapped his belly. It sounded wet and hurt.
“Neither.”
Neal made a soft humming sound. “Describe it to me.”
“This girl just had on such pretty ties. I think it was to a table. That she was tied up to I mean. The table obviously wasn't-”
“Chuck.” A warning.
“Sorry. I wasn't looking at her really. Just the ties.”
“Did you want them? You wanted to be her, didn't you? All tied up real pretty and tight for your man?”
Chuck didn't have to answer because the truth was in his soft sigh and how he leaned into Neal's touch. He had wrapped his fist tightly around Chuck's cock, but he didn't stroke. Chuck hadn't earned that yet.
“Tell me, Charles.”
“I wanted to be her,” he whimpered. “Please.”
“Why?”
Chuck sighed and looked away. Warning bells were going off in Neal's head. He stroked up and down Chuck's cock slowly, jacking him without any real intent and pressed a kiss on the inside of his thigh.
“Do you want someone to own you, sweetheart?”
He felt Chuck's nod. God but he was so eager. This little thing was going to get himself into trouble.
“Spread your legs.” Chuck released a shallow breath when Neal pressed up against the back of his scrotum. He whined sharply and tried to get away. It must have been so sensitive after all that waiting.
“Bryce!”
He couldn't resist dragging his tongue over the red skin, putting more pressure behind the movements until his tongue ached. The friction was too much and Chuck was crying now. He looked up to make sure Chuck still had the pen in his hand.
“Good boy,” he praised. “A little more.”
He got up and pulled out two lengths of clothe. The first one he used to tie Chuck's hands above his head. The second one he used to secure the first to one of the bed posts. He didn't miss the twitch of the other man's cock.
“Spread your legs.” When he was too slow, Neal pinched his thigh. “I said to spread your legs. I don't think I'll let you come if you keep this up.”
The widening of Chuck's eyes was comical, and he rushed to spread himself open. He still looked uneasy though. Neal fit himself snuggly between the other man's thighs and inhaled. Oh. He dropped his head onto the mattress, trying not to be overcome by the strong musky smell of Chuck's arousal.
“Have you ever been touched here before?” He brushed the top of his fingers against Chuck's opening even as the pucker twitched shut against him.
He was shaking his head. “No.”
“Not even yourself?”
Chuck was still shaking his head. “I couldn't.”
For some inexplicable reason, it was one of the hottest things Neal could imagine right now. “You're gonna like this.” He licked at the small pucker and felt Chuck fight not to clench his thighs tightly around Neal's shoulders. Chuck opened beneath him, yielding and desperate. His spit ran down Chuck's cleft. He made sure to smack his lips when he pulled away. Chuck was blushing. Then, he reached for the lube. He was probably over zealous, but it was better wet than dry any day.
“You won't come until I say.”
“Yes,” he agreed breathlessly.
Chuck was vocal if nothing else. Neal's fingers were big and blunt inside of him, but the ache when he pulled them out was worse. He watched as Neal undid his pants and rolled on the condom. He hooked his leg around Neal's hips.
“Can you just?”
Neal smiled then, his eyes so beautiful and blue and so much like Bryce. Chuck had never wanted anything more than that smile.
He panted softly, wondering if Neal was thinking of someone else, too.
“Hey, look at me.” Bryce -Neal- threaded his fingers in Chuck's hair, loomed above him for a moment and kissed him. “That's it.” The ties felt nice. Chuck fought against them just enough to feel the burn of them on his skin. They sent a hot spark through his whole body, and he ached with the need. Bryce hadn't touched his cock yet, and he was moving slowly now. Bryce missed with his first thrust, trailing precome all over Chuck's cleft, but they both groaned when the head caught on Chuck's rim and finally pushed inside.
“Fuck. You're still so tight. God. Are you alright?”
He nodded and reached for Bryce, bringing his hands in front of his chest. The movement jerked his body up just enough to change the angle of the thrust and -
“Holy shit!”
“Welcome to your prostate, Charles.” Neal grinned against his lips.
“I think I'm gonna come.”
“No. You'll come when I say.”
Chuck thought they only said things like that in porn, and he was surprised by how hot it was to have someone telling him what he should be doing.
For a long time, only the wet slaps and Bryce's, Neal goddammit, harsh gasps filled the room. He recognized when Neal shut his eyes. At least, he had the benefit of fucking someone who looked like his old flame. He wondered who Neal was thinking of, then decided he still liked to think of this as his first time with Bryce and stopped questioning what the other man was doing. He noticed that Neal's thrusts were jerky.
“Come for me,” Bryce murmured, his whisper warm and kind, reaching between them to jack Chuck off. The pressure was perfect and Chuck let his eyes slip shut. He imagined that he was with Bryce, that he had graduated from Stanford, that everything had just gone right. His orgasm was different with something that big inside of him, his body clamped down tight on it. There was a sharp nip on his ear. Bryce. He smiled. Absently, Chuck wondered how his come would have felt inside of him if there hadn't been a condom separating them.
~
“How long are you going to be in LA?”
Neal was humming thoughtfully as he made something that looked like pancakes. “About a week.” He broke off but continued after a moment, “Chuck, who's Bryce?”
“Why would you ask me that?”
“It's hard to forget the name you called out when you came all over me.”
He turned bright red and looked at the floor.
A pained look overcame Neal's face then. “That was mean. I'm sorry. You don't have to say anything. Let's just eat. I won't ask you and you don't ask me.”
The ate in silence. Crepes for Christmas wasn't half bad if you put strawberries on them, too.
Author: kaylynnkie
Disclaimer: Not mine
Pairing: Bryce!Neal/Chuck
Summary: Neal isn't Bryce but it doesn't hurt to pretend
Word Count: ~2,000
Warnings/Rating: NC-17
Notes: Written for scripps 's prompt over at comment_fic ; “ White Collar/Chuck, Bryce!Neal/Chuck, temporary orgasm denial and teasing.”
He thinks that he thinks about Peter at the worst times. The man - the boy - has no idea what he's doing. Peter, on the other hand, would. Or at least that's what Neal always imagines. When he's alone. When he has his toys out, and the lube, of course. Right after he smells something that reminds him of Peter's godawful beer and - But never mind that now. This boy is going to cause him structural damage if his hands keep shaking.
“Chuck,” he sighs. “You don't need to be nervous about this.”
The boy - Chuck - giggles nervously. “I'm sorry. This must be awful for you.”
His hands are gripping Neal's legs a bit too harshly to be playful. This really isn't fun.
“Stop it,” he says softly. He doesn't miss the way Chuck's breath catches or how he quickly obeys. “Lay down. I'm going to show you some of the things that I enjoy.” Chuck tries to speak, but Neal glares at him. His jaw snaps shut, and he sits.
“Close your eyes.”
“But I want to see you.”
Neal smirks. “Close your eyes.”
Pouting, the boy shuts his eyes and falls back onto the mattress. Neal likes him, but that's where it ends. He likes the shape of his mouth, the way he smiles and the eagerness. It reminds him a little of himself but topping is something that he does on occasion. He knows this one will want that, that he'll need it. That's not something Neal will be able to provide him with on a daily basis. He pushes the thought from his mind and drags his nail across the boys abdomen, down to the top of his jeans. Chuck keens softly in the back of his throat.
“That's it. Good boy. Just feel it. Do you like that?”
“Yeah.”
He moves to kiss Chuck, but when the boy makes a displeased noise he stops. “What's wrong?” “Bryce doesn't kiss me.”
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wonders why on Earth someone would pass up the opportunity to kiss those lips. He hums and whispers low in Chuck's ear, “But you want him to?” “God yes.”
“Then pucker up.” He knows he's being ridiculous, bordering on campy even, but it gets his lover off like nothing else seems to. The clichéd dirty talk, that is.
He wonders if Bryce would be rough or take his time. In the end, he decides on something a little rougher than a first kiss should work with a gentle sweep of his tongue that makes Chuck reach up and pull him close. When he pulls back to assess what the hell Chuck thinks, he finds the boy with his eyes screwed shut, breathing heavily. Neal feels the burn of arousal that makes his pants too constricting and palms himself. This is fucking amazing.
“I know this might be a little awkward. But have you ever played any games when you've had sex before?”
“Like roleplaying?”
“No. I mean, have you ever played any sex games with domination or submission or anything like that? Do you know what I'm talking about?”
Chuck's cheeks turn crimson and Neal knows that they both know exactly what Neal's talking about. He tries to speak and even clears his throat, but all that comes out is an embarrassed squeak. Mortified, he tries to turn away. Neal puts a hand on his cheek to gently refocus his gaze. “Come on, tell me. Did you do anything or was it just something you saw?”
“I watched it online,” he whispered, trying not to meet the other man's eyes. “It was this guy and this,” he swallowed, “this woman was all tied up, and he was...He was...”
“Was he fucking her?” Neal asked eagerly.
He nodded slowly.
“Fuck.” He gripped Chuck's wrists in his hand and lifted them about his head. “Keep your hands there. Don't move them unless I say so. M'kay?”
Chuck was breathing heavily. “Okay.”
“You ever play like this before?”
“No.” But he sounded excited, eager for whatever Neal was going to do to him. “Here are the rules then. If this ever gets to be too much, then you tell me stop. I will. I promise and it won't ruin anything. I won't hold it against you. But I have to trust you to tell me when to stop. Can you tell me to stop?”
He tried. It was so pitiful, but it wasn't in Chuck to say no. He was such a pleaser, and Neal could see how hard his cock was even in those baggy brown slacks. And just from such a simple command.
“We'll improvise then.” He got up and retrieved his jacket from the dresser. Finding what he wanted, he returned to Chuck. He pressed a slim metal object in Chuck's hand. Peter's pen. “Drop this then. If you want to stop playing, then you drop this.”
Obediently, Chuck let it fall to the floor. It made a metallic pling even though it landed on carpet. They both breathed a sigh of relief, and Neal pressed it back against Chuck's palm.
“Good. Now I want you to tell me about the video you were watching. Who were you looking at?”
“What?”
“The guy or the girl, silly boy. Which one was making you hard?”
He gasped when Neal undid his fly and removed his pants and underwear in one go. His cock sprung free and slapped his belly. It sounded wet and hurt.
“Neither.”
Neal made a soft humming sound. “Describe it to me.”
“This girl just had on such pretty ties. I think it was to a table. That she was tied up to I mean. The table obviously wasn't-”
“Chuck.” A warning.
“Sorry. I wasn't looking at her really. Just the ties.”
“Did you want them? You wanted to be her, didn't you? All tied up real pretty and tight for your man?”
Chuck didn't have to answer because the truth was in his soft sigh and how he leaned into Neal's touch. He had wrapped his fist tightly around Chuck's cock, but he didn't stroke. Chuck hadn't earned that yet.
“Tell me, Charles.”
“I wanted to be her,” he whimpered. “Please.”
“Why?”
Chuck sighed and looked away. Warning bells were going off in Neal's head. He stroked up and down Chuck's cock slowly, jacking him without any real intent and pressed a kiss on the inside of his thigh.
“Do you want someone to own you, sweetheart?”
He felt Chuck's nod. God but he was so eager. This little thing was going to get himself into trouble.
“Spread your legs.” Chuck released a shallow breath when Neal pressed up against the back of his scrotum. He whined sharply and tried to get away. It must have been so sensitive after all that waiting.
“Bryce!”
He couldn't resist dragging his tongue over the red skin, putting more pressure behind the movements until his tongue ached. The friction was too much and Chuck was crying now. He looked up to make sure Chuck still had the pen in his hand.
“Good boy,” he praised. “A little more.”
He got up and pulled out two lengths of clothe. The first one he used to tie Chuck's hands above his head. The second one he used to secure the first to one of the bed posts. He didn't miss the twitch of the other man's cock.
“Spread your legs.” When he was too slow, Neal pinched his thigh. “I said to spread your legs. I don't think I'll let you come if you keep this up.”
The widening of Chuck's eyes was comical, and he rushed to spread himself open. He still looked uneasy though. Neal fit himself snuggly between the other man's thighs and inhaled. Oh. He dropped his head onto the mattress, trying not to be overcome by the strong musky smell of Chuck's arousal.
“Have you ever been touched here before?” He brushed the top of his fingers against Chuck's opening even as the pucker twitched shut against him.
He was shaking his head. “No.”
“Not even yourself?”
Chuck was still shaking his head. “I couldn't.”
For some inexplicable reason, it was one of the hottest things Neal could imagine right now. “You're gonna like this.” He licked at the small pucker and felt Chuck fight not to clench his thighs tightly around Neal's shoulders. Chuck opened beneath him, yielding and desperate. His spit ran down Chuck's cleft. He made sure to smack his lips when he pulled away. Chuck was blushing. Then, he reached for the lube. He was probably over zealous, but it was better wet than dry any day.
“You won't come until I say.”
“Yes,” he agreed breathlessly.
Chuck was vocal if nothing else. Neal's fingers were big and blunt inside of him, but the ache when he pulled them out was worse. He watched as Neal undid his pants and rolled on the condom. He hooked his leg around Neal's hips.
“Can you just?”
Neal smiled then, his eyes so beautiful and blue and so much like Bryce. Chuck had never wanted anything more than that smile.
He panted softly, wondering if Neal was thinking of someone else, too.
“Hey, look at me.” Bryce -Neal- threaded his fingers in Chuck's hair, loomed above him for a moment and kissed him. “That's it.” The ties felt nice. Chuck fought against them just enough to feel the burn of them on his skin. They sent a hot spark through his whole body, and he ached with the need. Bryce hadn't touched his cock yet, and he was moving slowly now. Bryce missed with his first thrust, trailing precome all over Chuck's cleft, but they both groaned when the head caught on Chuck's rim and finally pushed inside.
“Fuck. You're still so tight. God. Are you alright?”
He nodded and reached for Bryce, bringing his hands in front of his chest. The movement jerked his body up just enough to change the angle of the thrust and -
“Holy shit!”
“Welcome to your prostate, Charles.” Neal grinned against his lips.
“I think I'm gonna come.”
“No. You'll come when I say.”
Chuck thought they only said things like that in porn, and he was surprised by how hot it was to have someone telling him what he should be doing.
For a long time, only the wet slaps and Bryce's, Neal goddammit, harsh gasps filled the room. He recognized when Neal shut his eyes. At least, he had the benefit of fucking someone who looked like his old flame. He wondered who Neal was thinking of, then decided he still liked to think of this as his first time with Bryce and stopped questioning what the other man was doing. He noticed that Neal's thrusts were jerky.
“Come for me,” Bryce murmured, his whisper warm and kind, reaching between them to jack Chuck off. The pressure was perfect and Chuck let his eyes slip shut. He imagined that he was with Bryce, that he had graduated from Stanford, that everything had just gone right. His orgasm was different with something that big inside of him, his body clamped down tight on it. There was a sharp nip on his ear. Bryce. He smiled. Absently, Chuck wondered how his come would have felt inside of him if there hadn't been a condom separating them.
~
“How long are you going to be in LA?”
Neal was humming thoughtfully as he made something that looked like pancakes. “About a week.” He broke off but continued after a moment, “Chuck, who's Bryce?”
“Why would you ask me that?”
“It's hard to forget the name you called out when you came all over me.”
He turned bright red and looked at the floor.
A pained look overcame Neal's face then. “That was mean. I'm sorry. You don't have to say anything. Let's just eat. I won't ask you and you don't ask me.”
The ate in silence. Crepes for Christmas wasn't half bad if you put strawberries on them, too.