Mike's favorite hideout [2/4]
Title: Mike’s favorite hideout
Pairing: Harvey Specter/Mike Ross (Pre-established relationship)
Other character: Louis Litt
Rating: R
Word count: 2,472
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.
Warning: creepy Louis
Summary: Mike now has to deal with two passionate senior partners. What is going on in his life? He never meant to be caught in the middle of a bulldog fight.
During lunch break, Mike was fanning himself in his cubicle as he replayed the scene in his mind. He had performed fellatio on his boss, for heaven’s sake. He had sucked him off, had blown him, had given him head, had gamahuched him… No matter in how many different ways that he put it, it didn’t change the fact that he had gone down on his boss. On his knees, under his desk, in broad daylight, while thunder roared through the office.
‘Oh my god, and I wasn’t even drunk!’ If Donna hadn’t put the idea in his head that Harvey most definitely wanted his attention, he wouldn’t have done what he had done. But whatever had happened had happened and Harvey had clearly enjoyed his services if his abused hair was any indication.
Rubbing his sore scalp, Mike allowed himself to enjoy a smug grin. He didn’t have much experience with blowjobs but Harvey’s reaction had made him bold. The man had fixed his stormy eyes on his and had muttered encouragement in a tone that he had never heard before. He had also let out a whole variety of sounds that would’ve made him blush to his toes if he hadn’t felt so powerful. He was just about to visit the men’s room and relive his best conquest ever, when a face the color of a rotten tomato appeared out of nowhere.
“Louis!” He cried in surprise. He didn’t need the men’s room anymore.
“Mike!” Louis cried louder and grabbed Mike’s hands. “Thank God you don’t sound hoarse! I see that bastard didn’t get you to deep throat then.”
Mike blinked as he tried to get his hands out of the strong grip. “Uh, I’m… I’m just really uncomfortable with this conversation.”
“Of course, of course. I understand. You’re suffering from PTSD. I already called a shrink of mine and she’ll be here in an hour or so. I took the precaution of contacting the female one, in case the sight of a male crotch triggers bad memories. That’s also why I have this blanket around my waist.” He pulled out his handkerchief and wiped his forehead.
Mike frowned as he tried to process all the wrong things in those words. “Wait. A shrink of yours? How many shrinks do you have?”
“Three.” Louis put on a proud smile. “I’ll have you know that one cannot have too many shrinks these days. It’s good investment. Besides, they go on endless vacations so you want to have at least two.”
‘And, with three shrinks, you’re still the way you are…? Do they not speak English or something?’ Mike swallowed his words and nodded. It was probably best to play along.
“So while we wait for her to come, oh… excuse my insensitive choice of words, Mike. Let me try again. While we wait for her to get off… Jesus Christ, it’s impossible to think with this blanket sucking me dry! Oh shit, I didn’t mean to say that. I’m so sorry.” Louis wiped his forehead again, looking absolutely mortified.
“Hmm, I think you can lose that blanket, Louis. I’m stronger than you think.”
“Oh, I wasn’t implying you were weak, but thanks. I’ll just cover it with my hands.”
Mike watched with abject horror as the sweaty blanket landed on Harold’s head. Then he had to bite his tongue when Louis covered his crotch with both hands. He wanted to point out that one hand would be enough, but he didn’t want to be rude.
“Okay, now that we’ve got that covered, literally, let’s talk business. Take a look at these papers. I’ll file the suit first thing in the morning and get you a restraining order. He’s never going to touch you again.”
“Um, what…?”
“I’m your lawyer, Mike. And, I’m obviously doing it for free. I’ll get that bastard off your back if it’s the last thing I do!” Louis emphatically shoved his finger in the air. “And, I’ll lend you my Dictaphone until we get this sorted out. You can record all his filthy orders and use it against him. Because, trust me, he’s going to ask for you again before the day is over. I know I would. Hell, I wouldn’t even send you home. There’s always work to do overnight and there are so many body-on-body activities you can do in an office. You’ll be surprised.”
Mike shuddered as he thought about running to Jessica’s office. She could probably squeeze Louis’ throat with one hand while browsing giant jewelry on her computer with the other.
“So where’s that shrink now? The rain must be slowing her down. What a shame.” He couldn’t wait for the woman to show up and take care of her client who was deeply, deeply damaged.
Harvey ran his fingers along his perfect jawline as he sat at his desk. Lunch with a few other partners had been fun, but he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Mike. Earlier today, he had discovered many new things about his associate. First, he could kill a guy with his dirty talk. As much as he adored the blushing puppyish side of his, it had been hot to see this other side where he knew how to take control. Second, the boy had impressive multitasking skills. He hadn’t had any problem sucking him off, giving himself a handjob, and counting the seconds after the lightning had hit to drag moans out of him in time with the thunder. Last but not least, he had made these cute whimpering sounds whenever his hair had been pulled.
To see him work under him so earnestly, to hear him spill his intimate thoughts for him, and to grab that soft hair that had been haunting him since day one… It had all been part of a wonderful recipe for the grand finale. It was a damn shame that Mike had looked at him with horror as soon as it had ended and had fled the scene. He hadn’t even had a chance to kiss the kid.
While he had been aware that Mike wasn’t immune to his charms just like everyone else, he hadn’t planned on indulging him. Sleeping with coworkers was messy and not worth the trouble. Besides, it wouldn’t help his image if the word got out that he was sleeping with his associate of all people. But he couldn’t be blamed for his actions when Mike had been the one to start it all. What could he have possibly done? Zip himself up and kick the puppy out? Only to pull down the zipper again and finish himself off? Where was the fun in that?
He looked at his desk with a picturesque frown. He had considered it the right size, but it now felt too big without Mike under it.
“Harvey!”
Harvey’s eyebrows shot up at the last voice that he wanted to hear. Did Louis never do any work around here? He motioned for the man to come in; it wasn’t like he was going to go away quietly. He glared at Donna for not warning him, but she pointed at the intercom with a defiant look. Oh right, he had turned it off for Mike.
“No, Louis, I don’t know where to find Mike.” He didn’t bother waiting for the upcoming question.
“Oh, that’s not why I’m here. I know where he is. He’s safe, somewhere you can’t hurt him. He’s suffering from PTSD and it’s all on you.” Louis pointed an accusing finger right in Harvey’s face.
“If he’s suffering from PTSD, it must be because he saw the assassin take you out. Now get out of here. There’s no room for ghosts in this office.”
“Harvey, I’m filing a sexual harassment suit for him. You need to take responsibilities for your actions. But maybe we can work something out if you start apologizing.” Louis took a seat in front of the desk and folded his arms.
“You can’t be serious. Didn’t you hear him say he’s willing? What more do you need?” Harvey shot the man a sympathetic glance. “Hey, save your heart and go after someone else. It’s only a matter of time before he shows up at my door with a hundred roses.”
“Oh yeah? What makes you think he wouldn’t come to me?” Louis puffed out his chest. “Mike and I have this thing for numbers. You wouldn’t know anything about it. It’s very sensual. When we recall the exact number, a chill runs down our spines and settles deeply in that area where we…”
“Louis! I don’t want to know what happens in any of your areas.”
Louis waved dismissively. “I think we connect the best when it’s a seven digit number. Ah, that fabulous tingling feeling…”
Harvey snorted. “You mean, you can only recall up to seven digits. Think about how boring it must be for Mike to play with you.”
“Pfft, you should know by now that I’m a man of many things, but I’m not boring.”
Harvey faked a yawn. “Boring, boring, boring…”
“Wow, I’m sure you impress our genius with your sheer maturity.”
“He’s not our associate. He’s mine.”
“That wasn’t the point, Harvey. How do you even win cases? You keep missing the point. That’s why Mike belongs to a real man.”
“Hmm, now that you mention it… You remember the time when I told you your cat had peed in your office?”
“Of course. How could I forget…?” Louis quickly grabbed a seat. He had a feeling that he had to sit down for this.
“That wasn’t your cat.” Harvey beamed. “It was me.”
Louis gasped so hard that Harvey wondered if this was the delightful moment of his demise.
“You animal! You defiled my sacred office!! How dare you!”
“Oh please. Mike thought it was hilarious. See, he likes that fun side of me, which is the opposite of boring.”
“I’m sure he was just playing along for you! In case you had the modesty to be embarrassed! He’s considerate like that,” Louis said fondly.
“You’re right. He is too considerate. That’s the only reason why he still lets you hang around. Now what’s taking that assassin so long? You’re still here! I should’ve paid him more. I just didn’t think your life was worth that much, urgh.”
Louis shot him a nasty glare and jerked out of the chair. “This isn’t over, Specter. Mark my words. I’m only leaving because I have important work to do. I’m a senior partner now.”
“Don’t I know it.” Harvey rolled his eyes and turned on the intercom. He didn’t want to miss any further warnings.
Harvey was pleasantly surprised when Mike knocked on his door and walked in with his tail between his legs. Given how fast he had run out, he hadn’t expected to see him for the rest of the day. He let his eyes back on the papers so as not to scare him away. They needed to talk about what had gone down, or what had gone up and then down. “Well, don’t just stand there. Shut the door and come closer. Anything you’d like to share, Mike?”
“Yes, about earlier…” Mike squirmed as he closed the door and took a few steps forward. Where was all that blind courage when he needed it? “Harvey, I need you to know I’m normally not like that. You have to believe me.”
“Not like what? Are you talking about how you didn’t obey me when I explicitly told you to stop? Or how you talked all filthy before opening wide? Or how eager you were on your knees? Or you might as well be talking about how you ran away after hinting that we could have some fun on the desk.”
“Um, yeah, all of that…” Mike gulped as he made a vague gesture with his hand.
Harvey’s pen effortlessly glided over the papers as pale as Mike’s face. “If it’s any consolation, I didn’t mind any of it. Except for the last part, of course.”
“You didn’t? Really?” Mike let out a deep sigh of relief. He had expected a long lecture about work ethics and what all. But now that he was relatively safe, he couldn’t help getting a little bit greedy. “But it can’t happen again?”
“It depends.” Harvey put down the pen and looked up. Those hopeful blue eyes would be the death of him. “We can arrange another session as long as you let me file a suit against Louis.”
“Oh, I can do that myself if I have to.” He shrugged.
“Of course you can. But do you have to take away my fun?”
Mike shook his head before he thought about the other senior partner. “But could you maybe just talk to him? There’s no need to sue him yet.”
“Mike, if you were in this office an hour ago while we talked, you would’ve wanted me to pull some strings to get you a restraining order right away.”
Harvey watched as Mike’s imaginative mind started to spew out all kinds of scary scenarios. Mike didn’t need to know the details of the conversation; all he needed to know was that it was time to take actions against his stalker. Donna had informed him that Louis had indeed made a phone call to a judge who hated Harvey’s guts. If Louis wanted to go down that road, he wasn’t going to just sit back and take it.
“He did buy me some briefs. A full set, complete with an explanation of how he figured out what size I’d be.” There was a slight tremor in his voice.
“What did you do with them?” Harvey hoped that they were burning somewhere far away.
“I gave them to Harold.”
Harvey had no idea who that was. So he just nodded, assuming that he was some homeless guy who lived near Mike’s building. “So do you agree to the terms?”
Mike looked like he had forgotten about the deal. But as soon as it dawned on him, he turned beet red and nodded.
“Why, Mike, after what I saw this morning, I didn’t realize you could be so shy. Look at you all red and speechless.”
“Oh, Harvey, you’re going to regret it once I’m on your desk. I’ll be the one doing the teasing.” Then he blanched as he put his hands over his mouth. Apparently he had lost the filter that had once existed between his brain and mouth.
“Well, well, we’ll see about that. Enough of that mouth for now and go use those hands for me. I need to sue my unworthy nemesis.” Harvey shooed him out and patted his desk with a comforting hand. If all went well, it shouldn’t be too long before it saw some significant action.