Neil knew he could do it, knew he could get the information Peter and the bureau needed. Grayson was a show boat, a playboy and such an easy mark.
All it took was a well placed smile, a shy glance, a hand that drifted oh so casually across the young man’s lower back to draw the mark out, to lead him away from his over-protective butler.
Peter was sure this vapid millionaire’s son could link them back to the cyber-terrorist the bureau had dubbed ‘O’. Mossie was convinced O was a self-aware, independently intelligent being born in the sea of the internet but Neil was pretty sure that was just the anime talking.
“I’m a big fan of your charity work, Mr Grayson.” Neil let his eyelashes flutter, just a touch. No point over doing it yet.
“Please, call me Dick.” The playboy’s smile was warm and so sincere Neil almost felt sorry for him.
“Dick.” Neil breathed, letting the name roll off his tongue, letting Dick lead him to a secluded part of the garden, away from the rest of the party. “I’m Ben, Benjamin Cooper. I’m a...an personal assistance with the Paramount Industries.”
“First time at one of these charity galas, Ben?” Dick asked with open sweetness and Neil was tempted to hate him. He charmed people for a living but Grayson did it without even thinking.
“Am I that obvious?” Ben blushed so prettily and Neil let himself slide into the role.
“You look a little lost, but I’ll tell you a secret,” Dick leant in, licking his lips and he whispered in Neil’s ear. “Everyone here is.”
Neil, not Ben, fought back a shiver as Grayson’s breath ghosted across his skin.
Dick reached up to brush Neil’s fringe back from his face. “No-one really knows why they’re here. Everyone’s just hoping they can pretend to be someone important till they work out who they really are.”
“And who are you, really?” Neil found himself asking, licking his lips in a thoughtless, breathless moment.
Dick closed the gap, pressing his lips to Neil’s in a soft, undemanding kiss. “This is who I am. This and much more.”
It was a tease, a goad and Neil knew it but...
His phone vibrated in his pocket. “Excuse me.” He fumbled with it, making a show of be clumsy as much to cover his own embarrassment as fake Ben’s. It was Peter and the abort signal. Somehow the operation had floundered and it was time to leave. “My boss. I have to...I’ve gotta go.”
“I hope our paths cross again one day Ben.” Dick whispered, resting a warm, familiar hand on Neil’s arm.
“I...yes...ah...” Neil pulled himself away with an effort, feeling the young man’s eyes on him the whole way back to the party.
Dick grinned and touched his comm. “Get what you needed from the bureau, O?”
“That and more, flirt-wonder” O teased in his ear. “I might make a tidy profit on the footage of you kissing that pretty boy on the side too.”
“Hey? Do I get a cut of this profit or am I just a victim in this?”
“Have I ever hocked hot surveillance footage without dealing you a slice, Starwing?”
“I’m going to say the words ‘green satin slip’...”
“Swore to god, I don’t know how Roy got that footage!”
“Liar.” Dick smirked. “Tell the boss I’m going out on patrol.”
“Will do. Don’t have too much fun.”
Dick licked his lips, chasing the lingering scent of Neil’s cologne. “Maybe later...”
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Play the player
Date: 2010-11-06 02:20 pm (UTC)All it took was a well placed smile, a shy glance, a hand that drifted oh so casually across the young man’s lower back to draw the mark out, to lead him away from his over-protective butler.
Peter was sure this vapid millionaire’s son could link them back to the cyber-terrorist the bureau had dubbed ‘O’. Mossie was convinced O was a self-aware, independently intelligent being born in the sea of the internet but Neil was pretty sure that was just the anime talking.
“I’m a big fan of your charity work, Mr Grayson.” Neil let his eyelashes flutter, just a touch. No point over doing it yet.
“Please, call me Dick.” The playboy’s smile was warm and so sincere Neil almost felt sorry for him.
“Dick.” Neil breathed, letting the name roll off his tongue, letting Dick lead him to a secluded part of the garden, away from the rest of the party. “I’m Ben, Benjamin Cooper. I’m a...an personal assistance with the Paramount Industries.”
“First time at one of these charity galas, Ben?” Dick asked with open sweetness and Neil was tempted to hate him. He charmed people for a living but Grayson did it without even thinking.
“Am I that obvious?” Ben blushed so prettily and Neil let himself slide into the role.
“You look a little lost, but I’ll tell you a secret,” Dick leant in, licking his lips and he whispered in Neil’s ear. “Everyone here is.”
Neil, not Ben, fought back a shiver as Grayson’s breath ghosted across his skin.
Dick reached up to brush Neil’s fringe back from his face. “No-one really knows why they’re here. Everyone’s just hoping they can pretend to be someone important till they work out who they really are.”
“And who are you, really?” Neil found himself asking, licking his lips in a thoughtless, breathless moment.
Dick closed the gap, pressing his lips to Neil’s in a soft, undemanding kiss. “This is who I am. This and much more.”
It was a tease, a goad and Neil knew it but...
His phone vibrated in his pocket. “Excuse me.” He fumbled with it, making a show of be clumsy as much to cover his own embarrassment as fake Ben’s. It was Peter and the abort signal. Somehow the operation had floundered and it was time to leave. “My boss. I have to...I’ve gotta go.”
“I hope our paths cross again one day Ben.” Dick whispered, resting a warm, familiar hand on Neil’s arm.
“I...yes...ah...” Neil pulled himself away with an effort, feeling the young man’s eyes on him the whole way back to the party.
Dick grinned and touched his comm. “Get what you needed from the bureau, O?”
“That and more, flirt-wonder” O teased in his ear. “I might make a tidy profit on the footage of you kissing that pretty boy on the side too.”
“Hey? Do I get a cut of this profit or am I just a victim in this?”
“Have I ever hocked hot surveillance footage without dealing you a slice, Starwing?”
“I’m going to say the words ‘green satin slip’...”
“Swore to god, I don’t know how Roy got that footage!”
“Liar.” Dick smirked. “Tell the boss I’m going out on patrol.”
“Will do. Don’t have too much fun.”
Dick licked his lips, chasing the lingering scent of Neil’s cologne. “Maybe later...”