Fic: Ten-Piece Wardrobe
Title: Ten-Piece Wardrobe
Fandom: Suits
Rating: T
Disclaimer: If I owned it, the gay would be way more obvious.
Summary: Mike likes to stay in bed and watch Harvey in the morning.
Note: Originally part of my "12 Days of Ficmas" idea, until I realized how much I hated most of what I was writing for that. Posting because darling scrapbullet has popped a massive Suits boner of late. And no, I'm really not sure any more if it's actually ten pieces.
Ten-Piece Wardrobe
Mike likes to stay in bed and watch Harvey in the morning. Harvey says the whole "undressing him with his eyes" thing makes a lot less sense now that Mike can just do that with his fingers, but Mike ignores him. Watching Harvey get dressed is like watching a piece of art being made before his eyes, and he can't get enough.
When Harvey comes out of the steamy bathroom, the towel hitting the bed wakes Mike out of his sleepy doze, and the show begins. First it's the boxers, sliding up over Harvey's legs and, sadly, making him modest. Then it's the undershirt, clinging to Harvey on skin still damp from the shower. Before Mike can lament the sharp decrease in visible skin, Harvey's pulling on his trousers, back to Mike so the effect they have on his ass is beautifully showcased. By now, Mike's usually sitting up in bed, grinning as he watches.
Next comes the dress shirt, crisp and clean, and Harvey usually turns around to meet Mike's eyes as he does the buttons, fingers moving quickly and effortlessly. Some days he holds up ties as he goes through his top dresser drawer, wordlessly asking for Mike's input on color or pattern (Mike's still ridiculously proud every time Harvey asks his opinion), but other days he just picks out a tie and puts it on, pulling it tight into an absolutely perfect knot that Mike's fingers already twitch in anticipation of undoing it that night.
After that, it's time for the waistcoat (Mike always makes a low, appreciative sound in the back of his throat at this point), hugging Harvey's torso nice and tight. Now it's time for Mike to get out of bed, because it's his turn to help. While Harvey sits on the edge of the bed, pulling his socks on and neatly tying the laces on his flawlessly polished shoes, Mike pokes around in the box on top of the dresser. He turns around and shows Harvey the cufflinks in his hand, and if Harvey doesn't approve, Mike is sent back to the box with a raised eyebrow and a scornful look that clearly says, "You kidding me?" Once he picks cufflinks that meet with Harvey's approval, Harvey sticks out his arm abruptly, with a quirk of the lips that dares Mike to refuse him. Mike, of course, shakes his head fondly as he fastens the cufflinks for Harvey.
At this point, Harvey, pulling on his suit jacket, usually tells Mike he should go get his own shower, but Mike always stays in the room long enough to watch Harvey do his hair, marveling, as always, at the perfect smoothness Harvey manages to achieve.
Last but not least, Harvey puts on the last piece of his wardrobe, looking at himself in the mirror-- a cocky son-of-a-bitch grin that makes Mike go all wobbly, even as he laughs at Harvey's vanity.
And that's how Harvey gets dressed in the morning.
Fandom: Suits
Rating: T
Disclaimer: If I owned it, the gay would be way more obvious.
Summary: Mike likes to stay in bed and watch Harvey in the morning.
Note: Originally part of my "12 Days of Ficmas" idea, until I realized how much I hated most of what I was writing for that. Posting because darling scrapbullet has popped a massive Suits boner of late. And no, I'm really not sure any more if it's actually ten pieces.
Ten-Piece Wardrobe
Mike likes to stay in bed and watch Harvey in the morning. Harvey says the whole "undressing him with his eyes" thing makes a lot less sense now that Mike can just do that with his fingers, but Mike ignores him. Watching Harvey get dressed is like watching a piece of art being made before his eyes, and he can't get enough.
When Harvey comes out of the steamy bathroom, the towel hitting the bed wakes Mike out of his sleepy doze, and the show begins. First it's the boxers, sliding up over Harvey's legs and, sadly, making him modest. Then it's the undershirt, clinging to Harvey on skin still damp from the shower. Before Mike can lament the sharp decrease in visible skin, Harvey's pulling on his trousers, back to Mike so the effect they have on his ass is beautifully showcased. By now, Mike's usually sitting up in bed, grinning as he watches.
Next comes the dress shirt, crisp and clean, and Harvey usually turns around to meet Mike's eyes as he does the buttons, fingers moving quickly and effortlessly. Some days he holds up ties as he goes through his top dresser drawer, wordlessly asking for Mike's input on color or pattern (Mike's still ridiculously proud every time Harvey asks his opinion), but other days he just picks out a tie and puts it on, pulling it tight into an absolutely perfect knot that Mike's fingers already twitch in anticipation of undoing it that night.
After that, it's time for the waistcoat (Mike always makes a low, appreciative sound in the back of his throat at this point), hugging Harvey's torso nice and tight. Now it's time for Mike to get out of bed, because it's his turn to help. While Harvey sits on the edge of the bed, pulling his socks on and neatly tying the laces on his flawlessly polished shoes, Mike pokes around in the box on top of the dresser. He turns around and shows Harvey the cufflinks in his hand, and if Harvey doesn't approve, Mike is sent back to the box with a raised eyebrow and a scornful look that clearly says, "You kidding me?" Once he picks cufflinks that meet with Harvey's approval, Harvey sticks out his arm abruptly, with a quirk of the lips that dares Mike to refuse him. Mike, of course, shakes his head fondly as he fastens the cufflinks for Harvey.
At this point, Harvey, pulling on his suit jacket, usually tells Mike he should go get his own shower, but Mike always stays in the room long enough to watch Harvey do his hair, marveling, as always, at the perfect smoothness Harvey manages to achieve.
Last but not least, Harvey puts on the last piece of his wardrobe, looking at himself in the mirror-- a cocky son-of-a-bitch grin that makes Mike go all wobbly, even as he laughs at Harvey's vanity.
And that's how Harvey gets dressed in the morning.