Fanfic- Taking Off
Title- Taking Off
Fandom- Suits
Ship- Harvey/Mike
Rating- NC-17
Genre- slash, first-time, PWP, smut
Warnings- explicit m/m sex, unbetaed
Wordcount- 2500
Disclaimer- I do not own Suits
Summary- Mike hates flying. Harvey helps.
A/N- inspired by a misplaced comment here at suitsmeme : "Very nicely done. I'm hoping Harvey/Mike take off and we have many more lovely fics like this one to read."
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Mike could count on one hand the times in his life that he’d been on a plane, and all of them involved Harvey. The first two times it had been flying to and from Harvard to learn about the school. Now, they were flying to some private island of the coast of Florida, to meet with an eccentric client who refused to come to New York. It was going to be a long flight. And Mike hated flying.
There was something unnatural about a giant tin can suspended in the air at 30,000 feet. Oh, Mike knew the mechanics of it, knew about lift and thrust and all that. But all of that was irrelevant when he knew there was more than five miles of empty space between him and solid ground. On the flights to and from Harvard he’d bought a pair of headphones, blasted the airplane music as loud as he could, and spent the entire flight reciting the capitols of world countries in alphabetical order. This time, though, he was traveling in a private jet provided by the client, just him and Harvey. He hoped that the briefs for the meeting would be enough to distract him from the movement of the plane, because the last thing he wanted was to freak out and make a fool of himself in front of Harvey.
The inside of the private jet looked more like a small living room than a plane. Mike watched as Harvey dropped his suitcase on a table and sat down. The smug bastard probably went on flights like this once a month, was probably so used to flying he could sleep through the takeoff. Mike clenched his jaw and sat down on a small couch. His hands were shaking, and he balled them into fists to stop it. There was no way he would let Harvey see how scared he was. He didn’t need to give the man something else to hold over his head; if Harvey’s ego got any bigger it’d probably drag the plane down.
“You want a drink for the flight?” he heard Harvey ask, and glanced up to see the lawyer looking through a wine cooler built into the wall of the plane. Mike hesitated for a moment, wondering if Harvey had noticed his unease and was teasing him, but as he watched Harvey pulled out a bottle and poured a glass for himself, not waiting for Mike to answer.
“Sure, I’ll have some,” Mike replied. Harvey set down his own glass and poured one for Mike, then put the bottle away and brought both glasses to the couch where Mike was sitting. As Mike reached for the glass, the plane shifted beneath them and started forward on the runway. Mike glanced nervously at the door of the cockpit, and then back at Harvey.
The older man was staring at the hand Mike had extended to take the glass, eyes narrowed, and Mike saw with a flush of embarrassment that his hand was trembling again. Harvey pushed the glass into Mike’s hand, making sure he had a good hold on it before letting go, and then sat on the couch net to Mike.
“Nervous flyer?” he asked casually, though Mike could see the smirk in the slight upward curve of his lips. He didn’t answer, but lifted the glass to his lips and took a slow sip.
Mike tried to concentrate on the burn of alcohol oh his tongue as the plane rushed along the runway. He clenched his fingers around the glass, feeling it smooth and cool against his fingers, and tried to focus on that. He knew it wasn’t working. His hand was shaking to the point that it threatened to slosh the contents of the glass over Mike’s face, and he could feel the trembling extending up his arms and throughout his entire body.
A light touch on the back of his neck made Mike jump, and wine splattered down his chin. With a chuckle Harvey reached his other hand over and took the glass from Mike, setting it on the table with Harvey’s. The hand on Mike’s neck tightened and released, massaging gently, but Mike wasn’t paying much attention to it.
“Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates,” he muttered under his breath. “Abuja, Nigeria; Accra, Ghana; Addis Ababa, Ethiopia…”
Mike let out a strangled groan. The plane was reaching the end of the runway. Any second now the wheels would leave the ground. Mike felt sick to his stomach as the plane sped forward.
There!
The wheels lifted from the ground and Mike’s stomach flopped, threatening to expel what little he’d put in it that morning. He jerked forward, putting his head between his knees and taking deep, gasping breaths to steady himself. Harvey continued to rub Mike’s neck, murmuring things that Mike couldn’t quite make out in a gentle tone. Finally Mike sat back up and relaxed against the back of the couch with a sigh.
“You should have told me,” Harvey said after a minute.
“I didn’t want you to leave me behind.” Despite his best efforts Mike knew his voice was shaking, and he hated that.
Harvey didn’t answer, but reached out and put both arms around Mike, gently rubbing his shoulders. The stress slowly began to lessen, and Mike unclenched his jaw and let out a shaky sigh. He was still tense, and would remain tense until they touched down and he was let off this can with wings. But it wasn’t threatening to overwhelm him anymore.
Mike felt Harvey shifting on the couch and pulling at him until he was seated between Harvey’s legs, Harvey’s hands on each of his shoulders, kneading gently. It was a little odd, but Mike wasn’t complaining. At the moment, those hands were the only thing keeping him from a total meltdown.
Mike sighed and relaxed into the touch as Harvey’s hands moved down his back and skillfully located each knot that had resulted from hunching over a desk or sleeping in strange positions at the office, and worked to muscles loose. He groaned as Harvey pressed down on a particularly tender area, and hissed as the pressure was released. With every rub and press Mike was focused less and less on the feeling of the plane beneath him and more and more on the feeling of Harvey’s hands behind him. He arched into the touch like a cat, rumbling his pleasure in his throat without thinking.
Those hands reached around Mike’s body and began to rub up and down his chest, slowly undoing the buttons of his suit jacket. Mike felt Harvey’s cheek against his neck and tilted his head obligingly, groaning as hot breath ghosted over his skin. Lips pressed open and wet against his neck, kissing, sucking, nipping lightly, and Mike reached one hand back to cradle Harvey’s head and pull him closer. He didn’t realize until one of Harvey’s big hands palmed him through his nice pants that he was already half hard.
Mike let out a moan that ended in a whimper as one of Harvey’s hands pulled his shirt from his pants and slid up his chest, nails scraping softly against the skin. His breath hitched as the other hand undid his belt and pants and slipped inside, caressing the hot flesh through his boxers.
“Mike,” Harvey murmured against his neck, and Mike moaned and canted his hips forward. “Mike,” Harvey repeated, his tone serious, and Mike’s eyes fluttered open to focus on Harvey’s face. “Before we do any more, I need you to tell me it’s alright.”
Typical Harvey. Always with the rules, right when Mike least wanted to waste time with them.
“Yes,” he breathed, and then cried out when Harvey’s hand slid under the waistband of his boxers and wrapped around him. “Mmm, Harvey,” Mike moaned out, thrusting into the man’s fist. Harvey’s other hand moved up his chest, pausing to dip a finger into his belly button and then moving to the side to run up each rib in turn, before finally circling a finger around one of his nipples.
Mike’s head hung limply on Harvey’s shoulder, breath coming in heavy pants against the older man’s neck. His toes curled in his shoes as Harvey stroked him, first long and slow, almost teasing, then picking up a fast and efficient pace that seemed almost perfectly designed to get Mike off as quickly as possible. Mike’s back arched as Harvey pinched his nipple and he let out a strangled groan, his hips thrusting back and forth in time with the strokes.
Harvey’s teeth sank into Mike’s neck at the exact moment that his hand twisted on the upstroke, and Mike cried out Harvey’s name as white spots filled his vision. Harvey stroked him through his orgasm, pressing sloppy kisses against the bite mark on Mike’s neck as he eased him gently down from the heights of pleasure. Mike’s body fell limp against Harvey’s chest just as his lungs decided to start working again, and his eyes fluttered open to look up at his boss.
Harvey’s eyes met Mike’s and he leaned over to press a soft, closed-mouthed kiss against Mike’s lips. Mike sighed and closed his eyes again, trying to catch his breath. Harvey didn’t seem to mind, but kissed Mike’s cheek and neck tenderly. His hands slid from Mike’s clothes, and Mike groaned at the feel of warm stickiness in his pants. That was going to be awfully uncomfortable during their meeting with the client.
Mike heard a slurping, sucking sort of sound, and opened his eyes to see Harvey licking white liquid from his hand. It sent a bolt of energy down Mike’s spine when he realized that it was his own cum on Harvey’s hand. And Harvey seemed to be enjoying it.
His boss caught him staring and smirked at Mike, hands down the most filthy expression Mike had ever seen on another human being’s face. It was at that moment that Mike first noticed the erection pressing into his lower back. Well, Mike thought, it would just be rude not to return the favor.
Mike pulled loose from Harvey’s arms and shifted to kneel between the other man’s legs. He met Harvey’s eyes as he put one hand on the buckle of his belt. He could see the lust in Harvey’s expression, but there was also something else. Something that said without speaking “Only if you want to.” Mike wanted to.
He undid the belt buckle, then the button, and finally the zipper. Mike’s heart was pounding in his ears as he reached inside and his fingers brushed against hot, velvety skin. He heard Harvey take in a surprisingly even breath above him, and Mike decided then and there that it was his personal goal for the day to make Harvey scream his name.
Mike’s hands were trembling again as he drew Harvey’s cock from his pants, but for an entirely different reason from before. With one hand resting on Harvey’s thigh, Mike wrapped the other around the impressive length and gave it an experimental stroke. A soft gasp from Harvey, nothing more. He would just have to try harder.
Mike leaned down and tentatively licked the head, tasting the salty-sweet liquid pooled there. Taking a slow, deep breath he put his lips over the head and swirled his tongue around it, and was rewarded with a louder gasp from Harvey. Encouraged, Mike started to take more in, struggling to keep his teeth free as his tongue slid over a vein along the bottom. When the tip hit the back of his throat, he wrapped his hand around what he couldn’t manage and bobbed his head slowly.
Harvey’s hands went to the back of Mike’s head, one gripping his shoulder and the other tangling in his hair. Mike took it as a good sign, and continued. He picked up the right technique quickly, mapping Harvey’s cock with his tongue, learning what spots made him shiver. He was glad to find that an accidental graze of teeth, rather than ruining the moment, actually made Harvey moan and grip his hair tighter.
Mike moved up and down over Harvey’s length, enjoying the taste and the feel of him heavy in his mouth. It was intoxicating. He wanted to taste more.
Mike knew Harvey was close, and he slowed his strokes, taking Harvey slow and deep, teasing. Harvey’s hand in his hair tightened to almost pulled hair free, and he growled out, “Mike! Damnit, Mike, hurry up!”
Ah. There it was. He’d finally gotten Harvey Specter to beg.
Mike picked up his pace again, swirling his tongue around the head and then swallowing, letting the muscles of his throat ripple over Harvey’s cock. The older man moaned and came, his hands pulling at Mike’s hair. A hot, salty liquid filled Mike’s mouth and he tried to swallow it all, wanting to impress Harvey, but he couldn’t and some of it trickled from the corner of his mouth and down his chin.
Harvey released Mike’s hair and relaxed bonelessly against the bed. It was soft, and nearly drowned out by the pounding of his heart in his ears, but Mike would have sworn under oath that he heard Harvey whisper his name just then. Mike backed off of him and sat back on the floor, licking his lips. Then he looked up at Harvey.
The older lawyer was watching him, looking tired and blissed out, his eyes unfocused. Then he blinked and his eyes latched onto Mike, taking on a slightly predatory gleam. He held out one trembling hand to Mike, and Mike took it and allowed himself to be pulled into Harvey’s lap once again. Harvey kissed Mike roughly, licking the inside of his mouth and obviously enjoying tasting himself there. He lapped the dribble of cum from Mike’s chin and kissed him again, and Mike moaned against his tongue.
They kissed leisurely, both of them sated and content. They stopped at last, foreheads resting against one another, and looked into each other’s eyes. Mike liked seeing Harvey’s eyes like this, wide and filled with emotion rather than narrowed with emotion masked. They were beautiful. Everything about Harvey was beautiful.
Then Harvey’s lips tilted upwards into a smile, almost a smirk, but his expression was still open and sincere. “Have you ever done that before?” he asked, and Mike flushed.
“No,” he said, and then countered with a half-smirk of his own. “But I’m not against doing it again.”
Harvey laughed. “Well, very nicely done, for your first time,” he replied, and Mike felt his ears burn with embarrassment.
Mike started to move away, but Harvey pulled him close and kissed him gently. Mike melted into it as Harvey’s arms wrapped around his body.
“Well,” Harvey said when they broke apart, lifting his hand to check the time, “We’ve still got two hours of our flight left.” He looked at Mike and that characteristic smirk returned to his face. “What do you say we try some more new things?”
Mike reached up and pulled Harvey down for a kiss, whispering against his lips, “You know I love to learn.”