The Marvey Chronicles [31/31]

[flamyshine]

Title: The Marvey Chronicles
Pairing: Harvey Specter/Mike Ross
Other characters: Almost everyone who has been in the story
Rating: NC-17 (soft, warm, talkative porn?)
Word count: 7,552
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.
Warning: none
Summary: The Pearson-Hardman employees fangirl over Harvey/Mike.
Author's note: Please read the previous chapter first since this chapter is a continuation of the wedding day :)



Jenna couldn’t keep the huge smile off her face as she styled Harvey’s hair back to perfection. When she had followed Donna into the master bedroom a few minutes ago, the husbands had been reattaching each other’s boutonniere. Their hair had been wet, indicating that they had both taken a shower, and since there seemed to be slightly resolved sexual tension between the two, she had assumed that they had taken it together.

“Heheheh, all wet under the steamy water…” The sound of a pleased fangirl had already left her mouth before she could swallow it. She felt Harvey’s questioning glance through the mirror but kept her eyes on his hair, pretending to have thought about anything but the boys’ wet bodies gliding against each other’s.

She wasn’t the only one who was struggling to keep up her façade. Echo was having similar thoughts and reactions as she handled Mike’s glowing face. She didn’t think that he needed any makeup when the best look was the so-called ‘well-fucked look’ that Mike was currently sporting. He looked satisfied and giddy with pleasure so she had decided to apply some cream, give him a quick facial massage so that he could keep smiling without pulling any muscles, and be done with it.

Donna was keeping a sharp eye on her crew while checking for any possible flaws in the couple’s appearance. Leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, she scrutinized her boss from head to toe. Given his love for formal wear, it would have been cruel to let him wear only one tuxedo on his wedding day, so she had arranged for the lovebirds to change from black ones to white ones before the reception.

‘Oh, the boutonniere! It should be half an inch to the left!’ Donna pushed herself off the wall before she remembered that it was Mike who had pinned it that way. ‘Never mind, it looks great.’

She leaned against the wall again and smiled at the matching red boutonnieres. As a traditionalist, Harvey had chosen a red rose that signified true love whereas Mike had chosen a red tulip that stood for undying love. Norma, a huge fan of tulips, had undoubtedly influenced him but neither she nor Harvey had had any objections.

“I think that’s enough, ladies. It’s time to go cut the cake.” Donna checked her watch and ushered everyone out of the room, making sure that the security team watched out for disgruntled opposing counsels and Mike’s questionable ex-friends.

There were much fewer people in the dining area as most of the busy guests had left after the wedding ceremony. While the newlyweds were shaking hands with the guests who were close enough to them to stick around, The Marveyed were enjoying lunch with bibs around their necks. The wedding invitation had explicitly asked them to ‘BYOB’, and the second B had stood for ‘bib’ instead of ‘bottle’.

“Ehehe, this is perfect.” Harold giggled as he looked down at his Harvey bib once more. He had wanted a Harvey bib for quite a while but the fan club only made merchandises that had over ten requests. Sadly, nobody else had been interested in a bib until Marvey had given out their wedding invitations. That was the grand moment when his dreams had come true. Now he was a proud owner of a bib that had Harvey’s judging face on it.

The other guests might have thought that the bib was meant to protect the members’ garments from food but it was obviously from excessive saliva. Despite taking acting classes from Donna, there was only so much that amateurs could do. With the spotlight safely focused on Marvey, the fan club could now afford to drool freely in the comfort of the shadows.

Rachel gasped at the magnificent sight of the wedding cake that had just made an entrance. It had seven tiers and each tier represented a quality that Marvey had deemed necessary for a solid marriage; love, faith, passion, understanding, loyalty, patience, and forgiveness. As a foodie, she had been heavily involved in helping the couple choose the cake. In the end, they had decided on an Italian cream cake with toasted almond Grand Marnier and chocolate ganache fillings with white rolled fondant and cascading sugar roses. The heart of the cake wasn’t the sugar roses though. It was the sugar monogram with crystals, in the front, that read ‘H&M’.

On top of the cake, there were two miniature lawyers doing a fist bump. Mike had dressed tiny Harvey in the suit that he had worn when they had first met while Harvey had picked the suit from when the boy had first landed in his bed. Mike had initially wanted to reenact the scene where the weed had popped out of his briefcase, but Harvey had talked him out of it with a mind-blowing rim job.

As the cake was cut and the best man and woman delivered their speeches, Sue put her physiognomic skills to good use. Nudging Mike’s grandmother, she offered her in-law her reading of the boys’ faces. “You know, a few years back, I used to let a brilliant Chinese scholar worship me from waist to toe. When his mouth unfortunately needed a break, he taught me how to read a person’s fortune on his face and how to see if two people were compatible with each other. See, my cub has two bulging moles above his left eyebrow and your Bubble has a small mole above his right one. That’s a sure sign that they’ll enjoy a long marriage full of disgusting amounts of animalistic copulation and sickeningly dainty offspring.”

“Offspring? You think I’ll get great-grandchildren?” Edith perked up after wiping a tear with her Mike handkerchief. It had been a difficult day without her son and daughter-in-law.

“I know you’ll get whiny great-grandbabies. I can see it on their faces.” Then she put her fingers on her left temple and narrowed her eyes at the couple.

Edith didn’t think that was how physiognomy worked, but she didn’t really care as long as she got to have great-grandchildren.

“I see two.” Sue spoke in a grave voice. She hoped that they wouldn’t ask her to babysit.

“Two?” It was music to the grandmother’s ears.

“One boy and one girl. Nah, that can’t be right. They’re boys. Both of them.”

“Do you think they’re twins?” Edith asked worriedly as she made a mental note to buy enough material for knitting on her way back to the nursing home.

“I don’t think so. Maybe a couple of years apart.” Sue put her hand down with great trouble. She had used too much energy and was in immediate need of the wedding cake that had started to be served.

“Here you go, mother.” Her dependable son showed up with a piece of cake just in time to save her life.

“Thanks, cub. I’m thrilled that you now have someone else on the emergency contact list. Nothing’s going to disturb my beauty sleep and I shall remain forever young.” She exchanged kisses with him before sending him over to his second mother.

“Jessica.” With Donna’s help, Harvey served the managing partner a piece of loyalty. She had been the one who had picked him up from the mailroom and had looked out for him all these years. The role model for a mentor that he was using for Mike was, without a doubt, Jessica Pearson, and he particularly admired her strength and passion for the job. Everything that she had overcome as a black woman to reach her position had always been a source of inspiration to him.

“I don’t get a kiss?” Jessica smirked as she picked up her fork.

“Not in front of the other kids, mom.” Harvey grinned playfully but leaned down to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you.”

“I only approved to keep my firm cohesive.”

“No, you didn’t. You totally care about me.”

“Now you sound like your own puppy.”

“And, that’s a bad thing?”

Jessica’s face lit up at the unexpected reaction. She had wanted Harvey to be like her except for one thing; she had wanted him to learn the ability to reach out and bond with another human being on the deepest level. “Do you remember how you told me that happiness only existed in children’s books? You even accused me of not having learned anything from my failed marriage. But I told you I’d prove you wrong and it looks like I won.” She added a smug grin just to make it burn.

“Well, I don’t know about that. I think I won against just about everyone today. And, I even got a prize.” Harvey looked over at his husband who was chatting amicably with Michael Jordan. He was using his hands in great measure, making the ring on his left hand shine under the spotlight. Harvey felt his heart swell with satisfaction and gratitude. Mike had been wearing an engagement ring ever since he had proposed to him, but seeing the wedding ring on his finger felt even better.

Then he saw Norma getting Mike’s attention. Unlike himself, Mike wasn’t crept out by the scary woman. He even seemed to like her, which had completely disgusted Louis. Harvey looked around to see where his coworker was. He spotted him in a dark corner, checking his heart rate monitor while eating his piece of cake. There was a young boy sitting next to him, poking the monitor with a fork. It seemed like his plus one was his oldest nephew. He waited until Louis felt his stare and gave him his very best smile. When the miserable lawyer flinched and looked away, he turned his attention back to Mike. It was time to cleanse his eyes.

“This is going to be good. Watch and laugh.” Donna stood next to him with an evil grin that he was so familiar with. Wearing a matching grin, he put his hands in his pockets and looked at the stage.

Mike carefully unpinned the tulip from his tuxedo and turned around. It was time to throw his boutonniere and give his blessings to the next couple in order. There were a few candidates that were ready for the catch; a pregnant client, Harvey’s housekeeper Gloria, the judge’s fiancé Herman, and a couple of members of the fan club.

“Everyone’s ready?” He asked as he looked over his shoulder.

“Throw it!!” The pregnant lady urged him with open arms.

“Okay. Here we go!” Mike threw the tulip over his head, trying to aim for the woman who was heavy with child.

He turned his face just in time to see Herman throw his equally heavy body into the air while Gloria threw a fork at the small flower like a spear. The club members were flailing their arms to get past Herman when the tulip bounced off the pregnant woman’s belly.

“Mwahaha! Victory!” She held up the boutonniere like a warrior who was showing off the enemy’s head.

“Noooo! I needed that!!…” Herman sank to his knees and raised his arms in despair. The spotlight made him look like a tragic character in a play. “What is marriage without blessing? Why is this happening to me? What have I done to deserve this?”

Mike felt bad as the big guy yowled like a wounded hippopotamus. He was wondering if there was any way to make him feel better when he heard his mentor’s voice.

“Mike!” Harvey wound up and kicked his leg in the air before throwing his own boutonniere. Mike caught it with ease and gave him a blinding smile.

“Oh my god! It’s like a baseball AU! My life is complete!! This ship sails itself!” Rebecca clapped her hands in excitement. Norma was yelling breathing techniques to reduce the number of casualties, but she couldn’t hear anything over the sound of her OTP being perfect.

At this surprising turn of events, Herman got back on his feet with a hopeful look. When Mike nodded his head with a bright face, the security guard got into a stable receiving position. He preferred roses to tulips anyway. With everyone cheering on, Mike threw the boutonniere one more time and Herman flew for one last time.

“Yes!! I got it! We’re getting married, Your Honor!” Herman flashed his indulgent smile and Mike blew a kiss to Harvey to thank him for closing the situation like the best closer in the city that he was.

Louis felt critically ill. The atmosphere was worse than he had expected. He felt like Grinch around all these people who had gone mental with happiness. He couldn’t stand people being so cheerful when life was a battlefield that had to be dealt with aggressiveness. ‘Such stupid people. They don’t know what’s good for them!’

The whole thing was ridiculous. He thought about the day when he had first heard about Harvey’s proposal. He knew that rumors often got exaggerated, but what he had heard had been absolutely ridiculous. People had told him that Harvey had bought Mike fifty engagement rings and had recited the whole Star Trek to get a positive answer from the genius. Then he had heard that Harvey had taken Mike to a restaurant where they could see the whole American continent. ‘That doesn’t even make any sense! It’s not physically possible!’

Louis gritted his teeth as he directed his anger to the plate in front of him. He even hated the cake; its rich flavor suited his palate perfectly, making him sicker and sicker. He hadn’t wanted to come to this sugary form of Hell, but the deadly combination of Donna and Norma had almost made him wet his expensive new pants. ‘Stupid women. Who needs them anyway?’

He looked at his nephew who had cake all over his mouth. His sister had been generous enough to let him bring him along. His date had canceled at the last minute, saying that she couldn’t be seen in public because she had a huge pimple that had emerged overnight. That was just his luck. He thought that he had bought her enough cosmetics to cover the whole American continent but apparently he was wrong.

His mood got worse when Madonna took the stage. His ears were bleeding but everyone seemed to be having a good time. Then the worst thing happened. One of his favorite opera singers sang a beautiful aria that left him in tears. He had been aware that she was one of Harvey’s former clients but he hadn’t expected her to have so much free time.

‘Why… Why did she have to waste her talent for my rival’s happiness? Why is this happening to me? What have I done to deserve this?’ He threw his arms in the air like Herman but there was no spotlight to shine down on him.

“Uncle Louis, when are we going home? I’ve finished the cake.”

He was about to answer ‘Right now’ when he noticed that one of the female guests from the adjacent table was watching them with a small smile on her face.

‘Is she an actress? Did Harvey plant her to make my life even more miserable?’ Louis carefully studied the middle-aged woman’s face and watched her get up.

“Wasn’t that aria beautiful? I was very moved too.” The woman took the empty seat next to his.

When Louis didn’t answer and kept up his guard, she changed the subject. “Is this your son? It’s so nice to see a father and son getting along together. My late father and brother never really did.”

The boy was about to answer that Louis was his uncle, but Louis shoved a forkful of his own cake in his mouth. “Yes, he’s my boy. We look just the same, don’t we?”

“Oh, Louis, it’s good to see your nephew again.” Jessica remembered the boy from the few times that he had been at the Pearson-Hardman daycare center. She had decided to give every single one of her employees a personal thank you for coming to the wedding.

“Jessica!!” Louis groaned in frustration but the woman had already left. In fact, both women had left and he was all alone again.

‘That’s it! Enough with all of this! I’m getting five cats and one of those e-mail brides!!’ Louis made up his mind and dove into the rest of his cake. He had no dignity left to resist the delicious taste.

After the guests finished their share of cake while watching the Marvey montage on the big screen, the party moved outside so that there was enough room to dance. The first dance went to the married couple who had requested Carpenters’ ‘Top of the World’. It was Edith’s favorite song that she and Mike had listened to together endless times. It was also one of the autographed albums that Harvey kept in his office and had showed off to Edith.

“It’s like that team bonding exercise we won last year.” Mike reminded Harvey as they started to dance.

“This is a team bonding exercise, Mike. And, we’re officially a pretty good team.” Harvey could hear his fans choking and dying as he lightly swayed his hips.

Everyone clapped and sang along to the song, following the lyrics shown on the screen. “Everything I want the world to be~ Is now coming true especially for me~ And the reason is clear~ It’s because you are here~ You’re the nearest thing to heaven that I’ve seen~”

Jess pressed a Kleenex to her nose and threw her head back against the wall. She tended to get horrible nosebleeds when she got too excited. She was fully aware of all the awesomeness that was Harvey Specter, but she had no idea that he could dance so well. Every sway of his hips directly affected her heart and she found herself getting angry. ‘I hate that man!! I hate his face! I hate his body! I hate every bit of his existence! He’s a life ruiner and I’m going to grow old alone, trying to find someone like him!! He should hold auditions for his concubines! He could use a Harvey harem! A Harvem!’

Nusaiba was showing similar symptoms, checking her blood pressure with a worried look on her face. She was the company nurse that had once unbuttoned Harvey’s shirt to put a stethoscope to his chest, and yet she couldn’t handle his rhythmical movements. She felt her airway close up every time Harvey stuck out his ass and it was just painful.

‘Oh, for Christ’s sake, enough with the perfectness. What are your flaws? What did I ever do to you? Why are you doing this to me?’ She took two puffs from her inhaler and wiped some drool off her chin. It had been a sensible decision to buy that bib after all.

The song was in its second verse now and Mike beamed as it reached his favorite part. “There is only one wish on my mind~ When this day is through, I hope that I will find~ That tomorrow will be just the same for you and me~ All I need will be mine if you are here~”

“I’ll always be here.” Harvey pulled Mike close and whispered in his ear. “I promise.”

“You better. We still have many pages of Kama Sutra to go through and I refuse to do all those acrobatics with someone else.”

Harvey laughed into Mike’s hair. He smelled fantastic but he could expect him to smell even better once he got him dancing horizontally.

“You know, I think we should publish a gay version of that book. What do you think? It’s going to be awesome and I’ve put way too much thought into it to let it go to waste.”

“Whatever you want.” Harvey agreed in a heartbeat so that he could kiss his husband before the song came to an end.

Mike smiled into the kiss. He loved how Harvey couldn’t stop touching or kissing him. It was a PG-13 kiss but he found himself blushing a little. He could hear his mother-in-law shouting at them to make it NC-17 and it sounded like some of their fans had finally passed out.

“Let’s save the rest for later.” Harvey ended the kiss before Mike’s ears turned fully red. There were certain views that he didn’t want to share with anyone.

As the band moved onto play other oldies but goodies from Harvey’s record collection, everyone came out to dance. The grass was soft under their feet, the breeze was gentle in their hair, and there was music in everyone’s hearts.

Mike was now dancing with Sue and Harvey danced with Edith. Donna was paired with George Clooney while most of the female guests attempted to murder her with their glares. Norma was with Louis’ nephew since Louis was obsessed with checking his heart rate monitor, hiding under one of the tables. She wondered whom she would get to work for if Louis had to spend some time in the hospital.

Dancing went on until Norma brought out a whole bunch of helium balloons that were the colors of the rainbow. The Marveyed had already blown them up so that everyone could just pick a couple of them and write down their wishes for Marvey. And, when Ray counted down with an overexcited voice, they let go of the balloons and looked up at the sky.

“Wow, this is great! Look at all that!” Mike rested the back of his head on Harvey’s shoulder and looked at the hundreds of balloons. He felt like a kid all over again. Flying balloons had never failed to fascinate him.

Harvey wrapped his arms around Mike from behind and enjoyed the feeling of him barely being able to contain his excitement. He remembered how Mike had told him about his younger days when his mother would buy him a helium balloon every time he had done ten good deeds for someone else. He would name the balloon and take it with him everywhere and would let it sleep on the ceiling right above his bed. But when he woke up the next morning, his balloon friend would have left him without saying goodbye.

Mike had told him how much he hated it when his loved ones didn’t give him a chance to say goodbye, so Harvey had gotten into the habit of leaving a note whenever he had to leave Mike asleep in the bed. Even if it was for a relatively short time, he didn’t want Mike to wake up without him in sight.

Harvey felt a less creepy glance on his back and looked around to find its source. It was Donna. She was asking with her eyes if he liked what she had prepared for him and he nodded without even the slightest hesitation. His wealth had met Norma’s expertise and Donna’s understanding of them and had created a memory that he and Mike could treasure for the rest of their lives.

There was one last piece of business left; the souvenir pictures. Since only so many people could fit in a single photograph, the guests had been divided into multiple groups. The Marveyed had gone through a fierce rock-paper-scissors competition that had almost resulted in bloodshed to determine who got to stand closer to Marvey.

“Ohohohoho…” Miza, the rock-paper-scissors champion, enjoyed a witchy laugh, making sure that everyone around could hear her. Ever since she had secured the spot right next to Harvey a few weeks ago, she had been working on her diet. She had spent endless nights, curled up in hunger while delicious food constantly haunted her but she regretted nothing. She was going to look fabulous in the picture, and she was going to enlarge it and hang it in the middle of her living room.

Abby was the runner-up who had been thrilled at Miza’s choice. She had wanted to stand next to Mike who had always been a sweetheart to her. She had spent every single penny of her last bonus on facials to make sure that she wouldn’t look like a dead fish next to the gorgeous man. Thankfully, she was pleased with the results and the hand mirror had quickly become her best friend.

“Okay, everyone, may I have your attention please?” The photographer gathered everyone around and gave out instructions along with tips to look good in photographs. Jessica had never seen her employees listen so carefully.

“Is everyone ready? Say Mar-veey!”

“Mar-veey!”

And, that was how everyone got to keep a piece of that special afternoon.

“Wahaha!” Mike landed on the bed, giggling out of his mind. Harvey was tickling him and he couldn’t stop twisting in his half-naked glory. He was reminded of the time when Harvey had tickled him in front of the camera for the Pearson-Hardman VIP calendar. “Harvey, stop! Unless you want to kill me on my wedding night!”

“Oh, I do want to kill you on your wedding night. Just not the way you think.” Harvey joined him on the bed and switched his mode to caressing. He would never get tired of running his palms over Mike’s skin.

“Well, I’ve slept enough on the plane so bring it on!” Mike took off Harvey’s navy button-down shirt while he let his husband open his jeans.

Harvey was about to slip a hand inside the snug pants when he noticed that Mike was sitting still with his blue eyes fixed at a spot over his shoulder.

“What’s wrong? Tell me so I can fix it.” He cupped his puppy’s face before turning around to see what Mike was looking at.

“It’s… that.” Mike pointed at the glorious view outside the window that unfolded before their eyes. Because of the time difference, the sun was already rising around the Eiffel Tower, its tranquil light gilding the Parisian sky. This was why he had wanted to come to Paris and its beauty left him with no words but a fluttering heart. He was glad that he had someone to watch this sight with as he felt Harvey sit behind him and pull him into an embrace.

“Everything’s made of gold, Harvey. The clouds, the birds, everything.” Mike wanted to cry at the impeccably peaceful moment.

“And, you’re my golden boy.”

Mike turned around and glanced into Harvey’s gold-brown eyes before looking down at his hands. They were both drenched in the soft, golden light.

“You know I didn’t mean that literally.” Harvey laughed quietly and ruffled the rich blond hair.

“I know.” Mike smiled, basking in Harvey’s praise. Regardless of the amount of time that they had spent together, his heart still palpitated whenever Harvey called him his boy. He felt special and appreciated for whom he was; feelings that had been rather unfamiliar to him until he had met Harvey. Of course his grandmother had tried her best, but most of the people in the outside world had seen him as more of a useful tool.

“More champagne?” Harvey got up and padded across the suite in his jeans.

“Yes, please.”

He nodded and poured more champagne into both of the glasses. The consummation of their marriage could wait until the sun had fully risen. He wasn’t going to disturb Mike’s magical moment just because he was horny. Yes, they had already enjoyed sex in his summer condo, but he didn’t believe that the shower booth counted as a proper place for such a special consummation. He would like to think of it as a dry run.

“Harvey?”

“Hmm?” Harvey put a small bowl of raspberry on the tray.

“I love you.”

That surely drew Harvey’s attention over to the bed. “Love you too, puppy.” He let his eyes crinkle with delight as he fetched some napkins.

“No, no. I really love you!” Mike cried out. “I love you like my heart’s going to get ripped out if you don’t look at me. I love you so much I sometimes stay up at night to make sure you’re still with me. I’m burning for you, Harvey, and I just can’t tell you how much I love you and it kills me and I know you love me back but I really need you to know that I…”

Mike’s confession was cut off as Harvey yanked him up by the belt loops of his jeans and kissed him hard. Mike instinctively threw his arms around Harvey’s neck and hooked his legs around his waist. Harvey lost his balance at the added weight and fell forward onto the bed but that didn’t stop them from deepening the kiss.

Harvey wanted to pull the jeans off Mike’s legs but he couldn’t stop touching his face. He drew possessive circles with his thumbs on the heated cheeks until he was met with a teardrop. He pulled back and looked down at the boy who was frowning with his eyes squeezed shut. He looked frustrated, scared, and generally overwhelmed, which was a combination of looks that he never wanted to see on him again. The circles turned into reassuring ones and Harvey waited until Mike opened his eyes on his own.

“Look at me, Mike.”

“I’m looking at you.” Mike gave him a faint smile.

“No, look at me.” Harvey narrowed the gap between their faces and allowed Mike to look into the abyss of his eyes. If there was one soul on earth that had the right to check out his bottomless pit of emotions, it should be his husband. He had never allowed full access to the world that was beyond the surface of his eyes, but it was the right time and the right person to break the habit for.

Mike observed Harvey’s eyes with pure awe. Various emotions flickered in his eyes, making his heart pound hard in his chest. It was like a groundbreaking ceremony. Harvey had been quite open to him this year, but with these untapped resources, they could build a whole new world together.

“See this?” Harvey held up Mike’s left hand. “We have these rings because we feel exactly the same way about each other. Whatever you feel, I feel it too, okay? You’re not alone in this.”

Mike nodded. For a split second, he had felt like he was going to burst into a hundred pieces, unsure how to deal with the waves of emotion that had hit him all at the same time. But luckily for him, he had a rock to hold onto that kept him from drowning. He wiped the tears with the back of his hand and decided to be strong. If Harvey really felt the same way as him, he had to be Harvey’s rock. He wasn’t going to be like Kate Winslet and let his man drown.

“I have a gift for you.” Mike smiled as he ran his hands up and down Harvey’s arms.

“Really? Where is it?”

“It’s inside my pants.”

Harvey laughed. “Let me guess. It’s your pliant body. Or worse, it’s your crown jewels.”

“Haha, no! That’s ridiculous! It’s really inside my pants! Help me take them off already.”

“Fine.” Harvey wasted no time in sliding the jeans off the creamy legs.

“Those are mine.” He recognized the pair of boxers from the ‘Wet puppy project’ which had forced him to lend them to his associate who had been soaked to the bones because of the sprinkler in his office.

“Uh, technically, these are mine now. They’re my potent boxers! And, look what Donna helped me with. Ta-da!” Mike got on his knees and elbows with his ass high up in the air.

Harvey read the words that were sewn over his husband’s ass: Just Married!

“Do you like it?” Mike wiggled his ass, absolutely sure that he had just heard Harvey swallowing hard.

“Need to ask?” Harvey leaned forward to take a closer look at the artwork.

“Nope, I just wanted to rub it in your face.” Mike moved back until he felt Harvey’s breath on his boxers.

Harvey snorted. “For once, I don’t think I’d mind that.” He licked slow, long stripes up the curve of Mike’s ass, dampening the fabric, and was rewarded with trembling muscles and cute whimpers.

Harvey smirked and gave the taut ass a light slap. “As much as I appreciate the position, I have something else in mind today.”

“Special occasion?” Mike turned around and lay on his back, eager to find out about Harvey’s plan.

“You can say that. Consider it my gift in return.” Harvey kissed the pretty lips until Mike let out a satisfied sound. Then he moved onto the slender neck that he could never get enough of.

“Let me guess. We’re trying that position on page 29 in Kama Sutra.” Mike’s tone was hopeful.

Harvey shook his head in disbelief and bit one of the erect nipples. At this rate, he would never hear the end of that kinky book. “You’re not going to cheat on me with some gymnast, are you?”

“Pfft, of course not! What kind of a person do you think I am? I’d always go for a yoga instructor!” That earned him a bite to the other nipple.

“Ow!” Mike exaggerated his yelp so that Harvey would kiss the pain away. And, when he did, he hid half of his smiling face in the pillow. He was definitely getting more love on his chest since he had waxed it to accommodate Harvey’s neatness.

“I saw that.” There was no edge to his voice as Harvey started to drop tender kisses all over the sensitive chest. “But I’ll let it slide if I get to eat breakfast off your chest.”

“You eat it off me every weekend anyway! Eggs! Salad! Pancakes!”

“You have a problem with that? I told you, it’s to save time and show our concern for the environment. Fewer dishes to wash.”

“I actually have a problem with the punishment!” Mike thought about how Harvey made him take care of his own morning wood right in front of him whenever he moved and let the yolk burst while Harvey was eating an egg. “I know you burst that egg with your teeth on purpose! Moving a little wouldn’t do that! You just like to see the gooey substance ooze down my chest!”

“Do you have proof for that?” Harvey smirked. “Besides, I don’t know if it’s even punishment, puppy. You seem to enjoy yourself a little too much on your own. Always so loud.”

“That’s only because you won’t let me get off if I stay quiet!”

Harvey beamed. Mike was getting nicely warmed up for his gift. “All right then. You can stay as quiet as you’d like tonight. Now let me show you what we’re going to do.”

He slid out of the rest of his clothes and returned to the bed to pull down Mike’s potent boxers. Then he grabbed the tube of lube and straddled Mike’s hips before proceeding to prepare himself.

“I want to see.” Mike whined as he realized that it must be one of those nights that he got to be on top.

“No, sweetheart. But you can feel.” Harvey squirted some lube onto Mike’s fingers and pulled out his own.

Mike bit his lower lip and reached behind his husband. Harvey was impossibly hot and he couldn’t help but let out a loud moan.

“I thought you wanted to stay quiet.” Harvey teased.

Mike pulled out and jabbed his fingers just for that. Harvey gritted his teeth and gave a low growl. Mike chuckled, running a soothing hand up his husband’s thigh. He loved these moments when Harvey allowed him a little more control. And, by ‘loved’, he meant ‘terribly turned on.’

“Come on, Harvey. Let’s switch. I don’t want to wait.” Mike retrieved his fingers and tried to get Harvey off of him. Whenever Harvey bottomed, he liked to rest on his stomach like a lazy lion.

“No, Mike. We’re not switching.” Harvey put Mike’s hands back on his thighs.

“Oh, don’t worry. Foreplay isn’t over yet. I just need to see you.” Mike gave him a promising smile.

Harvey gave Mike an even more promising smile. “You’re not getting it, puppy. This is how we’re going to stay.”

Mike wasn’t following. “But you’re the one who’s been loosened up and you’re…” He couldn’t breathe anymore. “Are you serious right now? You’re not messing with me? You’re finally going to ride me?” He couldn’t keep the suspicious tone out of his voice.

“Do I look serious?”

“You look… horny.”

“I am. But I never joke about a good ride.” Harvey spoke with conviction.

Mike let out a choked moan as he pictured how things would go down. He could imagine just how dirty and passionate Harvey would look as a rider. “Okay, let me just grab a condom…”

He sat up but Harvey pinned him back down. “Nope, we’re not doing that either. We’re married, Mike. We’re not going to use those anymore.”

Mike was quiet. What did his husband just say? He really was trying to kill him on his wedding night. “But we’ve never… protection’s safe… but then… swan and vulture…”

‘Swan and vulture?’ Harvey raised his eyebrow. He hadn’t meant to fry the poor boy’s brain.

Mike pulled Harvey down by the neck and kissed him fervently. He loved the man so much that he often found himself having trouble expressing it and this was one of those times. He had been perfectly happy with protection, but he would be lying if he said that he had never dreamed about it. He loved how Harvey had brought it up tonight which would make them feel like they were really married.

While Mike was thoroughly distracted by the kiss, Harvey took the liberty of settling down on Mike in one swift movement.

“Harvey! Wait!!” Mike broke the kiss and arched off the bed, unable to handle the intensity.

Harvey chuckled and waited while brushing a lock of hair from Mike’s forehead. “Ready?” He liked the burn and didn’t want to wait any longer.

“Uh, no, I don’t think so.” Mike squeezed his eyes shut and tried to pull himself back from the brink. He wasn’t a teenager. He was well inside his twenties and should be able to hold back.

“Ready now?” Harvey gave it a test ride.

“No! Just give me a few more seconds.”

“You know how I hate waiting.” Harvey groaned.

Mike had a feeling that their lines should be swapped, but was it surprising that Harvey was in total control, oozing confidence even when he was about to ride someone?

“Your time is up.” Harvey announced and started to move.

“No, it’s not! Harvey!” Mike couldn’t stop his toes from curling as he twisted his upper body. “Wait a second! Oh god, Harvey, please… You can’t just start without me!”

Harvey only paused to snort. “I’m pretty sure you’re with me, Mike.”

He resumed the ride with his hands on Mike’s shoulders when Mike burst into a fit of yelling. “I hate you, Harvey!! I hate your face! I hate your body! I hate every bit of your existence! You’re a life ruiner!”

Harvey looked at his husband with concern. It sounded like something that their fans would say. “Where did you learn that?”

“Uh, I don’t know. I just heard it around? I don’t know why I said that…” Mike looked up, equally confused. His brain must have picked it up from the office.

“That sounded like a challenge to me.” Harvey smiled down on his prey with a look of determination. “Let me show you what a life ruiner can do.”

Mike had to torture the sheets as Harvey took on a merciless rhythm. He tried to keep his voice down so that he could hear Harvey’s grunts more clearly but he just couldn’t shut up. He had never done this skin-to-skin before and the fact that it was Harvey who was riding him bareback was too awesome for words.

Harvey was pleased when Mike gave a full-body shudder, followed by a high-pitched wail. It never ceased to feed his hungry ego every time Mike lost his basic human abilities in their bed. He turned a little to the left, changing the angle, and elicited the loudest moan yet from the deliciously sweaty boy.

He found himself enjoying this new experience more than he had expected. Nothing but him existed in Mike’s world and he liked that. Even if they had switched the venue, Mike wouldn’t have been able to tell if they were still in a hotel or in a cave deep inside the woods. The fact that he could bring such extreme pleasure to such a brilliant mind had to be the most arousing experience.

“Harvey, Harvey…” Mike shook his head frantically. This was a fantastic way to cross over to the other side. He was probably going to set a record too since he had never heard of anyone that had gotten ridden to death.

“Mike… You’re just… the one I need… the only one…” Harvey leaned down and whispered between brutal movements. His voice had gone rough with lust and he grinned as he knew how much Mike liked that.

Mike whimpered like the puppy he was and opened his eyes to meet Harvey’s. He had a whole lifetime to explore the world behind those beautiful orbs and he couldn’t wait to get on with it.

His hand darted forward and got a grip of Harvey. The heat, weight, and moisture in his hand were electrifying. He tugged it a few times before letting it go and watched it bounce up and down in full force. He felt his breath hitch in his throat every time it hit his stomach and noticed that Harvey was watching the same scene with great interest and a lot of noise.

“Grab it back.” Harvey ordered as he lowered his face for a kiss.

Mike did as he was told and swirled his tongue inside Harvey’s mouth at the same pace that he used for his hand. Harvey’s hands left his shoulders and climbed up to his face, making his elbows dig into his chest but he couldn’t care less. He thrust up into his husband, feeling grateful that he had accumulated enough experience to multitask. Harvey was a great mentor in whatever he taught.

Harvey let Mike take control of the ride and gracefully threw his head back. Mike pleased him like nobody else and he could only hope that it would never change.

Mike looked up with wonder as a stream of sunlight came through the window. Harvey looked like a golden god who had descended on top of him to bless him.

“Okay, we’re going to do this together.” Harvey suggested just in time.

“Okay.” Mike liked this new twist. Harvey usually let him reach climax first, and while he was grateful for the consideration, he sometimes felt as if he was being treated like a boy. Who said that he couldn’t last as long as Harvey or even longer? He was confident that he could hold his own… But then, when Harvey had hinted that he wanted to ride him, he had almost lost it right then and there. So perhaps Harvey really knew how to handle him.

“Mike, focus.” Harvey pressed his forehead against Mike’s before kissing him again. Mike was simply delicious when he was this aroused.

“Harvey, are you sure about this?” Mike still had a hard time believing that there wasn’t anything between them. He had no problem feeling it, but it wasn’t the easiest idea to process without tipping over the edge. “You don’t have to do this just because it’s our wedding night. Every night is special with you and you know that.”

“Are you worried about me, puppy?” Harvey found it cute.

“Of course! I’m your husband!”

With that proclamation, the husbands locked their ringed fingers together and Mike gave one final push. Their mingled breath stroked the shy sunlight and they fell into peaceful blissfulness.

Harvey carefully rolled off of Mike, only to see the boy quickly falling asleep. It had been a long day and he could understand the exhaustion. He himself couldn’t stifle a yawn as he felt utterly relaxed. He smiled as the result of their bareback ride made a mess between his legs. If Mike had been awake, they could have done some kinky things with it, but they would have to try it some other time.

Harvey made a quick trip to the large window to close the curtains and to the bathroom to fetch a wet towel. Mike gave a small moan as he got cleaned up and Harvey hushed him with a kiss to the forehead. Then he let out another lazy yawn before wrapping his arms around his husband and closed his eyes. He couldn’t resist a huge grin as he thought about what Mike would like when he woke up to a room full of rainbow-colored helium balloons, alive and well, that had all kinds of happy wishes just for the two of them.

THE END

Author's note: There's an epilogue coming so I'll say my long thank yous there :D