Mike's favorite hideout [4/4]
Title: Mike’s favorite hideout
Pairing: Harvey Specter/Mike Ross (Pre-established relationship)
Other character: Louis Litt
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 4,107
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.
Warning: creepy Louis
Summary: Mike’s weekend gets turbulent and he comes back to his favorite hideout.
When Harvey emerged from the bathroom, ready for a bad night’s sleep, Mike was snoring in bed.
‘Great.’ He had been too busy worrying about the hard couch that he hadn’t even thought about noises. ‘And, Jessica wondered why I didn’t want an associate.’
With a sigh, he walked over to the couch and lay down as dramatically as he could. The ungrateful host had gone to bed without leaving him a blanket, but his hoodie and sweatpants were thick enough to keep him warm. In any case, it was a win-win scenario. If he caught a cold, he could always sue Mike for gross negligence and make him pay with blowjobs.
Harvey was trying to find a comfortable position when another snore tore through the air. At least if the kid kept snoring, he would know that he hadn’t died in his sleep. He didn’t want to think about Louis suing him for the murder of his own associate.
‘I wish I had brought my doormat. Even that would’ve been comfier than this.’ Harvey tossed and turned as he tried to tune out the snoring. It wasn’t unbearable per se, but it kept reminding him of all the little noises that Mike had made while sucking him off.
‘Perhaps this wasn’t one of the best ideas I’ve had. I could’ve left and come back in the morning. Save myself all this trouble. I’m too pretty to have to sleep on a couch, thinking about jerking off.’
But then he realized that he didn’t want to have another door standing between him and his stubborn associate. He understood why the kid was mad at him and he wished that he would’ve spotted the coffee first. But then Mike would’ve been fine if he hadn’t touched anything. Louis would’ve kept all the pranks focused on the desk so as to not disturb any clients.
‘But of course he had to wag his tail at the first sight of coffee. Couldn’t he use his nose? He should’ve known the smell was off. What kind of a puppy has a nose that’s on the lame end of the spectrum?’ He was about to carry on with the criticism when he noticed that Mike had gone quiet.
Harvey sprang to his feet and rushed to the bed. Mike wouldn’t die on him just because he had stopped snoring but it couldn’t hurt to check. His associate was the most accident-prone higher organism that he had ever met.
Much to his relief, Mike scratched his swollen nose and let out a long breath. Harvey found himself taking a deep breath with him, wondering why he hadn’t thought about hiring a babysitter.
‘Well, Donna’s in no condition to set up interviews.’ He liked how his mind provided him with all the right answers. It was good to be Harvey Specter even when his team was down. He trusted Donna to take care of herself, so it had been an easy decision to pick which house he would grace with his presence.
“Harvey, it’s really creepy to grin alone in the dark.” Mike rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. “What are you doing there?”
“Making sure you’re not dead.”
Mike gave him a questioning look and patted the mattress next to him. “Stop being dramatic and come back to bed.”
“I’ve never been in that bed, Mike. You never invited me.” Harvey made sure that he didn’t sound like pouting.
“So that’s why you’ve been standing at the foot of the bed? Waiting for an invitation?” Mike chuckled.
“Of course not! I was braving it on your useless couch until you started being useless yourself.” Harvey threw back the covers and slid into bed. Apparently Mike had forgotten that he had been upset or had gotten over it.
“Hey, do you kick people in your sleep?” Mike’s tone was serious.
“I think I should be the one asking that. I’m not the puppy here.”
“Oh, will you stop with that analogy already? I think I’ve proven countless times that I’m capable of cleaning up my own mess.”
“Well, I’m sure we’ll run into a situation soon enough where you can prove yourself once more. Until then, you need to sleep.” Harvey threw an arm around Mike’s waist and played the big spoon. This way, he wouldn’t get kicked even if Mike chased a ball in his dreams.
“How do you feel?” He felt the need to get one last update.
“I feel teased.” Mike wrapped Harvey’s arm more tightly around him.
“I meant the allergy, smartass.” Harvey kissed the back of his patient’s neck. He was being a good nurse.
“It gets better every hour. I should feel much better in the morning.” Mike yawned until his jaw cracked.
“Good. I’ll put morning sex back on the table then.” Harvey grinned.
Mike laughed and fell asleep, holding on to Harvey’s arm. He couldn’t wait to see what the new day had in stock for him.
True to his word, Mike felt much better the next morning. The note on the coffee table told him that Harvey had gone out for a run. Harvey being Harvey, he had written about how he couldn’t guarantee his return in this dangerous neighborhood and how he wanted him to call the police if he weren’t back by ten.
‘Such a drama queen.’ Mike shook his head and opened the windows. Nothing smelled better than the crisp morning air unless he counted Harvey’s cologne that had kept him satisfied during the night. After filling up his lungs with fresh air, he went into the bathroom to check his face in the mirror. Much to his pleasure, he looked his handsome self again.
Knock-knock.
Mike glanced at the clock on the wall as he headed for the door. Perhaps Harvey couldn’t stand the uneven ground under his royal feet.
“Hey, you’re back early… and you’re not Harvey.” Mike tried to smile at Louis who was holding a brown bag that smelled like heaven.
“Good morning, Mike. May I come in?”
“Do I have a choice?” Mike wondered if he could get away with snatching the bag and slamming the door in Louis’ face.
“Not really. Excuse me.” Louis pushed through the door before Mike could deny his entry.
“How are you feeling today?” He asked as he looked around the place. So this was where his future pony lived.
“Confused and worried…?”
Louis nodded in understanding. “That’s expected. It’s natural to feel that way after getting harassed.”
‘By you,’ Mike thought but didn’t mention it.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you that Harvey won’t be coming back for a while. The breakfast’s for two, just you and me.” Louis beamed, happily ignoring Mike’s frown.
“How did you know Harvey was here? What happened to him?”
“I ran into him while I was waiting for you to wake up. And, he stepped on dog shit so he’s trying to find a place to get his shoes clean.”
As Louis cackled like a maniac, Mike wished that he had never opened the windows. But there was no use crying over it, so he might as well enjoy a delicious breakfast.
“Hey, why don’t you set it up on the table while I go brush my teeth? Help yourself if you want something to drink.” Hoping that Harvey would be back soon, Mike locked himself in the bathroom. Even his own place wasn’t good enough for a hideout.
When he came out, Mike was armed with clean teeth and an excuse to chase away his stalker after breakfast. But it seemed like something else had already gotten Louis riled up. The man was shaking with rage, reading his letter of apology.
“What’s wrong?” Mike hoped that Louis wasn’t upset because he hadn’t gotten it framed.
“Take a look.” Louis held up the letter. “This is Harvey’s handwriting!”
Mike’s eyes grew wide as he saw words circled and comments written with a red pen. There were also funny faces drawn in all four corners. Someone had had too much time on his hands this morning.
“I’m sorry about that.” Mike winced and scratched the back of his neck. “I tried to take away the letter but I completely forgot about it once I… uh, landed on his lap.”
Louis gasped so hard that Mike wondered if he should call 911.
“This is his, right?” Louis pointed at the familiar duffle bag near the couch.
“Uh, why do you ask?”
Before Mike could stop it, Louis threw the bag out of the window.
“Oh my god…” Mike ran out of the building, praying that he would find the contents of the bag in relatively good condition. He didn’t need the Second Prank War breaking out in his apartment.
“Harvey!” Mike stood dead in his tracks as he saw Harvey pick up the bag with a storm on his face.
“Mike, call the police. There’s a fatal accident about to happen at your place.”
If Harvey hadn’t looked so homicidal, Mike would’ve told him that he didn’t have a phone on him. But it was not the time to be playful. He had to stop his boss from entering the building. He hung on to Harvey’s arm, feeling like a wife trying to stop her husband from killing her unworthy admirer. “Wait! I don’t want my place to turn into a crime scene!”
“Tough luck. Crimes happen all the time in this neighborhood.” Harvey dragged Mike with him as he walked into the building.
“Can you stop insulting my neighborhood and give me an update on your shoes? Are those new?” Mike knew that distraction hadn’t worked when Harvey only moved faster up the stairs. Perhaps Louis had also been behind the dog poo incident.
He had to think fast or Louis Litt wasn’t going to see another day. On his tombstone, they would have to include the words ‘Senior partner’ since that was pretty much what he had been living for. He wondered how many of his shrinks, if any, would show up at his funeral. They would’ve made a shitload of money thanks to him, so they should mourn harder than anyone else.
“Mike! Get off me. I’m going up there whether you like it or not.” Harvey stopped to give his associate a proper warning.
“What if we go christen that desk instead? Wouldn’t you like that better? It’s Saturday. We could be as loud as we’d like.” Mike threw in a kiss for good measure.
“We can do that after I get rid of him. And, when he’s in a body bag, I’m going to throw that bag out the window!” Harvey climbed the stairs again.
“But I want to do it now!” Mike wished that he was wearing something sexier than his sleeping clothes. Things could’ve been much easier, but at least it gave him an idea.
“What if I wear one of your spare suits? Remember what I looked like during the bedbug case?” In hindsight, Harvey had looked him over many times that day, and he was glad that he had stored that memory in his brain.
“You want to wear one of my suits?”
“Yes! I’d love to!” Mike was relieved that Harvey had stopped and turned towards him. “The condoms and lube would’ve survived the fall, right? We’re good to go then.”
While Harvey seemed to be weighing his options, Mike decided to make sure that Louis wouldn’t send out a search party for him. He had no doubt that Harvey would indeed murder Louis if he even interrupted his office fantasy. “Can I borrow your phone?”
Harvey eyed him suspiciously before fishing his phone out of his pants pocket. “Make it quick. I’ll go get us a cab.”
Mike nodded and typed a text message in a hurry: Louis! This is Mike. I’m eloping with Harvey for the day. Enjoy your breakfast and lock up before you leave.
Then he sent another one: Please don’t go through my stuff. I just saved your life, so don’t make me regret it. See you on Monday!
As expected, there wasn’t a single soul at the usually crowded Pearson-Hardman. Mike followed Harvey into his office with a sense of disbelief. A few days ago, he had had no idea that his weekend would be so turbulent. While he had always believed that he would get into his mentor’s pants at some point in his life, he had never expected that it would start with him hiding under his desk. Fate had a funny way of coming around.
“Would you care for a drink?”
Mike bit his lips at the polite words. It was cute to see Harvey trying to act like a gentleman. “Sure. I think I deserve a drink even at this time of day.”
He sat in Harvey’s chair, crossed his legs, and waited for the drink with an open palm.
“So this is how it’s going to be.” Harvey handed him the drink with an amused look on his face.
“I’m pleased, Harvey. You seem to understand who’s in the driving seat.” Mike tapped at the arm of the chair and sipped his drink.
“It would’ve looked more convincing if you weren’t in those ridiculous clothes.” Harvey sat down with his own drink in front of the desk. He was used to seeing Mike across the desk but he had always been on the other side. This was different and refreshing. If the puppy wanted to play, he would gladly let him.
“Well, why don’t you choose a nice suit for me then?” Mike couldn’t hide his grin. He wasn’t into role playing but who didn’t want to play Harvey Specter? Besides, everyone told him how he was becoming more and more like Harvey, so he might as well play the part.
Harvey took his time picking suits for both of them. He had fantasized about dressing his associate in something of his own and he’d be damned if he was going to rush things now. A part of him wished that they were at his condo so that he would have a whole wardrobe to choose from, but another part of him told him that he would get another chance for that.
Mike tried not to squirm as he watched his boss have his fun. Harvey didn’t just look at the clothes; he also checked him out in between. With Harvey, this was part of the foreplay. No words were exchanged but there were plenty of heated looks. Mike wasn’t sure how to return them, but he didn’t hesitate to drop his sweatpants and move his ass up and down the chair. He needed to give Harvey an incentive to speed things up.
“It’s all about the desk, Mike. Try to remember the theme of the day.” Harvey checked the suits and ties one last time.
“Fine.” Mike hopped onto the desk. “I hope you remember the highlight of the day. Let me give you a hint: it’s not about suits.”
Harvey made an annoyed sound and started to take off his running clothes.
“Now we’re getting somewhere.” Mike hummed as he came face to face with Harvey’s chest again. But the chest didn’t stay around for long and hid under a shirt. “Oh, come on, Harvey. We don’t have all day.”
“There’s nobody around, Mike. I don’t see why we wouldn’t have all day.” Harvey was the epitome of calm and composure as he put on his pants.
“Please tell me you’re skipping the tie and whatever else is left.” Mike rubbed his ass on the desk and moaned. The tips of his ears were burning, but it took extra courage to be in the driving seat next to Harvey Specter.
He was rewarded when Harvey stood in front of him without a tie around his neck. “Arms up.”
“Wow, you’re taking the whole ‘dressing up’ thing very literally.” Mike did as he was told but couldn’t resist asking, “Your mom never got you one of those paper dolls?”
“Nope. But she never got me an ugly panda either.” Harvey took off Mike’s T-shirt and put him in a crisp clean shirt.
“Hey! Don’t you insult my sad panda. It makes me a sad panda…” Mike sighed at his choice of words. It wasn’t easy to be witty when Harvey kept brushing his fingers against his chest while buttoning him up.
“Let’s skip the pants, shall we?” Harvey picked up the tie.
Mike laughed. It was nice to know that he wasn’t the only one getting impatient.
“You know what? I think we should multitask.” He wrapped his legs around Harvey’s waist and pulled his face down for a kiss. Harvey’s mouth was hot and delicious, and he couldn’t be blamed for rubbing himself against Harvey’s stomach.
“Can you hold off the humping until I’m done with the knot?” Harvey’s tone was half-scolding, half-pleading.
“I can’t believe you broke the kiss just to say that.” Mike only rubbed himself harder.
“Mike!” Harvey let go of the tie. Boys these days never appreciated patience and it was just his luck to have picked the most impatient one. Thinking that he could fix the tie later, Harvey sat down in his chair and dropped his face in Mike’s crotch.
“Eep!”
Harvey would’ve gladly said something snarky about the recurring squeak if his mouth hadn’t been busy sucking his associate through his underwear.
Mike stared at the obscene scene with his mouth wide open. This was so much better than any of his fantasies even when he prided himself on a vivid imagination.
“Put on the jacket.” Harvey tugged at Mike’s briefs to get them down.
“Huh?” Mike’s eyes were stuck on Harvey’s wet lips.
“I’m flattered, Mike, but I haven’t sucked out your brains yet. So don’t pretend you didn’t hear me and put it on.” Harvey threw the briefs across the office.
Realizing that Harvey was serious, Mike was quick to follow his order. He didn’t care about the driving seat anymore. He just wanted Harvey’s mouth on him.
Satisfied, Harvey carried on with his licks and sucks. Perhaps it was a good time to share a little secret. “You know what I think about every time I have a hotdog? It doesn’t make a difference whether I’m on the street or in the file room.” He introduced some teeth as a hint.
“Harvey!” Mike groaned and lay back on the desk. His spine had become mushy and he felt light-headed as more and more blood rushed away from his brain. “Great. Now I’ll have an interesting reaction every time I see one of those carts.”
Harvey smiled with Mike in his mouth; those cute little noises were back. The kid was holding his hair too tight but he decided to forgive him. He had been told countless times that his blowjobs were the definition of perfection. He gave Mike several long licks and fixed his tie. As much as he wanted to linger, it was time to move on. Just like he had reminded Mike, this was all about the desk. So he shushed Mike’s protests and grabbed the lube.
Mike felt dazed as he let Harvey take care of the preparation. He wondered how other secretaries and associates stayed quiet on their boss’ desk. There was nobody in the office but he was making far too much noise for his liking. Where was his decency? He had to improvise since biting his lips wasn’t doing the trick.
Harvey laughed when he saw Mike biting the lapel of his jacket. “Mike, if you want me to stop using the puppy analogy, you’ll have to stop acting like a puppy.”
Mike took the fabric out of his mouth and glared. “What’s taking you so long? I thought I told you we don’t have all day.”
Mike didn’t miss the flash in Harvey’s eyes as he pushed in. He knew from experience that a determined Harvey wasn’t to be messed with. That would explain why he only grew louder and louder no matter how much he tried to keep it down. His boss was stronger than he had imagined. If Harvey hadn’t pinned him in place, he would’ve been sliding up and down the desk.
“Oh my god… If I come to work all hoarse on Monday, Jessica’s going to think it was the allergies.”
Harvey snorted. “Give her a little credit. She’ll know the truth the minute she sees the huge hickey on your throat.”
“But I don’t have a…” Mike whined as Harvey gave him a hickey on the throat. Quite a sizeable part of his skin felt heated under his fingers. “Do you think this will be enough for Louis to back off?”
“Hmm, I think you should throw in a hundred roses, just to be safe.” Harvey changed the angle. Mike was still coherent and it was about to bruise his ego.
Mike lost his voice and arched his back. This was totally worth an allergic reaction. When Harvey got out of his own jacket, he did the same. The heat was too much. Everything was too much. He wanted this to last but there was no way anyone could last under this much pressure. His teeth tore into Harvey’s jacket and his eyes squeezed shut. He didn’t have to warn his boss. The man read the signs and flipped him over. Mike’s scream filled the air and he found himself kneeling on the edge of the desk.
Harvey wrapped an arm around Mike’s shoulders and the other one around his waist. “Make it good. You only get to christen a desk once.”
Mike nodded and took a deep breath before giving it his best shot. As he shivered with a sense of liberation and accomplishment, he felt Harvey go through his share of emotions inside him.
“Not bad.” Harvey kissed Mike’s shoulder as he appreciated the sight of his desk.
“Not bad? That’s all I get?” Mike turned his head to judge Harvey, trying to move as little as possible. He didn’t want Harvey out of him just yet.
“Perhaps you can do better on your new desk.” Harvey sat on his chair with Mike in his lap.
“What new desk?” Mike couldn’t stop looking at the mess.
“Jessica’s giving you an office. Sometime next week.”
Mike turned around in Harvey’s lap. This topic deserved to be handled face to face. “Are you serious? You’re not messing with me?”
Harvey kissed the shocked look off his face. “I never joke about office sex.”
“That’s awesome! I finally get an office!”
Mike threw his arms around Harvey’s neck and kissed all over his face. Happiness and pride bubbled up inside him but he needed to get one thing clear. “So… where do we go from here? I want to make sure we’re on the same page.”
Harvey shrugged. “It’s easy. We go and get brunch.”
Mike rolled his eyes but he knew that Harvey understood exactly what he had asked.
“Tell you what. I’ll buy you the best brunch in the city and we can go look at some desks.”
“IKEA?” Mike brightened up.
“Better.”
“There’s better furniture than IKEA?”
Harvey kissed Mike on the nose. “Oh, puppy. You wouldn’t know even if you were bent over a good desk. Just leave it up to me.”
“Okay. But I know a lot about brunches, so it better be good. Louis’ breakfast smelled pretty competitive, that’s all I’m saying.”
Harvey smacked Mike on the ass and straightened his tie. “Since you insisted you can clean up your own mess, now’s your chance to prove it.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. It’s your desk!” Mike jumped up and went looking for his underwear.
“It’s your mess.”
“You wanted my mess! Okay, that sounds wrong…” Mike picked up his briefs and blushed at the big stain in the front. “I’m only doing it because it looks like your legs are still shaky.”
“No, you’re doing it because you’re going to get invited to my condo.”
Mike shrugged. “In case you forgot, I’ve been there before.”
“Yes, but you never got to mark the furniture. And, in case you forgot, I have a lot of furniture.” Harvey winked.
Mike dropped the briefs on the floor and headed straight for Harvey. The mess could wait but the kiss definitely couldn’t.
Later on Monday, Louis would poke his head inside this very office and notice a few things. Harvey looked smugger than usual, Mike was happily humming under the desk, and there was a huge vase on the desk filled with a hundred roses.
THE END