WC not-a-drabble time

[ysobel]

This is part of something that wants to be longer and plottier and full of sex and deception and wacky hijinx, but I can't for the life of me write any of it, so you get this instead. :) I was too lazy to trim it down to 100 words exactly, so it's more of a flashfic thing or fic snippet or whatever.

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The phone number is in his address book, with a name that isn't Neal Caffrey, and isn't even one of Neal's (known) aliases, except for how it apparently is.

"Hey. Miss me already?" There's a smile in the voice. Peter kind of wants to punch it, now that he knows.

"Hello, *Neal*," he says instead.

There's a very long silence at the other end of the line. Then: "How long have you known." It isn't even a question.

"Long enough." Not long enough, goddammit. He should have caught on sooner. "Tell me, was it fun seducing your FBI officer?" Not that it had taken much seducing; the man was charming in ways that somehow hadn't set off alarms in Peter's head, and really he'd been rather complicit.

"...*my* FBI officer? I like the sound of that."^[1]

Peter huffs. "You knew I was assigned to your case."

"I guessed. But that wasn't the only reason."

"Oh, it wasn't?" Peter glares at nothing in particular, since Neal isn't actually there to be glared at.

"You underestimate yourself," Neal says -- quite sincerely, even though Peter knows guys like him pull sincerity out of thin air. "The sex was great. And I really have come to care for you quite a bit."

"Oh, so you did this out of love." Peter can't resist the sarcasm, because damn it all to *hell* he shouldn't be believing a word of this. "Why don't you come over to my hotel room and turn yourself in? It'd be a nice gesture."

"Peter--"

"Yes?"

"I meant it," he says softly, and hangs up, and Peter knows the phone number won't ever reach him again.

"Yeah," Peter says just as softly, and glares at his phone.

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1: amusing outtake: I apparently typed "I like the sound of your voice" instead. Um. Well, he *does*, but... not the point

Comments

[jmtorres]

Bwahahaha what. *flails*

[ysobel]

There is all this backstory in my head about Peter going to a gay bar to unwind and of course all of Neal's case file indicates he's enthusiastically heterosexual so Peter doesn't expect him there and then this guy Steve-or-something starts chatting with him and it turns into gay sexxings at the gay bar and then it turns into coffee dates (where Steve does not take his coffee the way Neal ever has, and Peter is keeping half an eye out for Neals at the coffee shop but it doesn't occur to him that he's right across the table) and other kinds of dates and sex and more sex and and and *flail*

[jmtorres]

*hands on chin* And what does El think?

[ysobel]

Mainly, that Peter is adorably hopeless. See, they have a look-but-don't-touch agreement (El's idea, and when she proposed it Peter went all spluttery and "I would never--" and she kissed him on the nose and said "I know", and he said "but you-- we-- you--" and she put him out of his pronoun misery by kissing him thoroughly and getting him to say yes, which he then tried to figure out how she'd tricked him and she just stuck her tongue out at him and said it wasn't a trick) -- so going to a bar, gay or otherwise, is okay as long as it's for eye candy. Which is what he intends. Except then there's Steve, or Jeff, or whateverthehell Neal decides he used as an alias, and afterwards there is a *very* embarrassed phone call from Peter to El in which he explains that he just sort of accidentally happened to have sex with a guy and it was totally not on purpose and he knows he screwed up and it'll totally never happen again he *promises*, and El goes "...why not?" which stops Peter in his tracks, and she's all "is it serious?" and he goes "it was just one time! well. one night, anyway," and she laughs and says would I like him? and Peter cautiously says "um, probably, unless you'd want to kill him for sleeping with your husband," and she points out that she'd be more likely to want to thwap her husband than some random stranger, and he starts apologizing again, and promising that he really does love her, and she goes "I know. Go have fun, just ... tell me about it later," and Peter goes hoshit because that would make it a virtual threesome and he wants it so bad, and, erm.

Yeah, I have no clue *G*

[jmtorres]

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE So much heart.

[azurelunatic]

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[echan]

Oh, my, but everything that must have happened! What a tease you are!!