Peter ruffles Mike’s hair on his way through Neal's apartment, sweeping up his coat from the chair it had been deposited on in a dramatic fashion so smooth Neal had to admire the technique.
The man was learning. Or had been practicing.
His keeper called out some variation on "I'll see you later Neal! Be good!" as he got to the stairs.
The moment of door clicked shut behind the FBI agent the former con-man found himself with an armful of fake-lawyer.
Their mix of professions and titles always brought a smile to Neal's face when the oddity of the combination crossed his mind.
Mike pulled at Neal’s clothes along with his own trying to kiss him while also talking about how he’d missed him all day and could Neal hurry up and fuck him please.
Neal returned the feeling and kisses with gusto thinking how close he’d come to sending Peter the unsubtle text of “I love you man but you need to leave so me and my boyfriend can roll around together naked and sweaty for a while.”
Only briefly though, then he was back to racing Mike to some undetermined finish line of nakedness and touching.