Title: The way to a man’s heart
Pairing: Harvey Specter/Mike Ross
Other characters: Donna
Rating: R
Word count: 2,985
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.
Warning: Cheesy dirty baking talk alert. It's not my fault. The baker is obsessed with filthy baking talk.
Summary: Mike is a secret stress baker and Harvey secretly has a sweet tooth.
Author’s note: Originally written for
suits_meme. The prompt was ‘Mike is a stress baker who is too embarrassed to tell people that he bakes, but his baked treats are heavenly. Harvey secretly has a sweet tooth and can’t get enough of Mike’s baked goods.’
The next day Harvey was still growling; this time it wasn’t in his office but in his kitchen. He and Mike had been working for hours in Harvey’s living room and had just enjoyed some order-in Chinese food for lunch. Now Mike was making dessert in the kitchen, wearing the red apron (the one that he had ordered through Donna last night) that had featured in Harvey’s dream while Harvey was watching from the kitchen table.
“Mmm… this is really good butter.” Mike spoke to himself as he licked the remaining butter off his left thumb.
Harvey watched as the tongue moved smoothly around the fingertip and then saw Mike smack his lips.
‘Damn it.’
Harvey’s mind wandered off to the obscene images of Mike eating a pomegranate; his eyes closed shut, an illegal sound filling the office, and those pretty red lips firmly around the core of the fruit. Then his mind focused on what was going on right now in front of his eyes. Mike was humming a silly song, looking adorable, blue eyes shining with what looked like happiness.
‘Why is he looking at the stupid eggs like that? Does he have a thing for pretty hens? First it was the damn oven, and now it’s those damned eggs.’
Harvey rubbed his face in annoyance. He hadn’t slept well thanks to a lowly associate wriggling his muffins in his dream, and it was now taking its toll when he needed superhuman self-restraint to have some dessert.
‘I know better than to jump my own associate. I’m only going to taste his muffins, and that’s it.’ Harvey told himself as he crossed his legs in case he had to hide something between them. He liked to be prepared.
“I’m baking you chocolate chip muffins, Harvey.”
“Sounds good.”
“You’re going to love them.” Mike grinned.
“I’m sure I will.”
Harvey didn’t have enough brain cells left to have a witty conversation with his associate as the latter bent over to gather some materials that had fallen to the floor.
‘Jesus Christ, where did he get those tight jeans? Are they even his size? How did he even put them on in the first place?’
Clumsy as ever, Mike had dropped a lot of things on the floor which increased the amount of time that Harvey’s eyelids had to stay open to capture every single moment of the show.
“Good. Now let’s preheat the beautiful oven.”
Mike gently grabbed the handle of the oven door and smiled. The oven felt so right in his hands and he wished that he could bake with an oven like this for the rest of his life.
“You really have a great oven, Harvey. You should know that.” Mike told him, his hand and eyes still lingering on the oven. It was a thing of beauty, really.
‘That’s enough.’
Something snapped inside Harvey. It felt like the dam had collapsed. An alarming amount of emotion rushed into him, making him dizzy.
‘You are not going to touch something like that.’
Harvey stood up and took a few steps towards the oven. He yanked his associate off the disgusting object with so much force that he pretty much flew towards the table.
Mike winced a little as he rubbed his lower back. “I’m sorry! I should’ve asked your permission before laying a hand on the oven.”
“That’s not the problem.” Harvey gritted his teeth as he grabbed Mike by the front of his T-shirt and pulled him close.
“Then what’s the problem?!” Mike shrieked as air was sucked out of his system. Harvey wasn’t choking him by pulling him close; he was just breathless because of Harvey’s glare. He had had no idea that an angry Harvey could turn him on so much.
“You. It’s always been you. From the minute I hired you, it’s been you.”
Mike wanted to protest that he had actually been helpful in numerous cases, but Harvey pushed him against the kitchen table and the only thing that he could do was to lay his back on the hard surface.
Harvey appreciated how Mike leaned back in one fluent motion. The kid was definitely flexible. Harvey closed the remaining distance and completely pressed himself against his associate from waist to ankle. They fit as if they were a mold for each other.
“Harvey! Harvey…” Mike shook his head, unable to control the sensations that kept sweeping him over and over again. He was going to lose his mind.
Harvey flinched. The kid was shaking his head. Did he not want this? Then why did he wear impossibly tight jeans in the first place?
“If you want a way out, this is the time to speak up. Otherwise I’m going to fix the problem.” Harvey made himself clear.
Mike nodded. He understood.
“I don’t think you’re paying attention to what I’m saying, Mikey. I’m offering you a way out here. I will have you my way if you don’t say the word now.” Harvey’s growl was so low that Mike thought that he could reach a state of ecstasy just with his voice.
Mike looked up into Harvey’s darkened eyes. He had already made up his mind the moment that Harvey had grabbed him with so much feeling. So he wore his cockiest smile, hoping that his boss would be dying to wipe it off his face. Then to be loud and clear, he hooked his left leg around Harvey’s waist.
“There is no place I would rather be. So what are you waiting for? Have me your way.”
Harvey put his hands on both sides of Mike’s head and looked down with a predatory glare. “I’m not going to stop once I’ve started. Last chance, puppy.”
Mike figured that it was time to go all in. “Please Harvey… have me whichever way you want… I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ve dreamed about this for so long. Take me, Harvey…”
Harvey let go of the last thread of sanity and dived forward.
As the hungry lion went for the dessert, Mike closed his eyes, thinking that it was very appropriate of them to have this interaction in none other than the kitchen.
“Oh gosh…”
Sitting up on the table, Mike looked around the kitchen, admiring the mess that they had made. Eggs and chocolate chips were all over the floor, and a used condom was sitting prettily in the abandoned baking bowl. His grey T-shirt was nicely torn in the front, thrown in a corner; Harvey had literally ripped the clothes off him.
“Ahahaha…”
“What’s so funny?” Harvey lifted his gaze. He was basking in the blissful post-coital glow, resting his head on Mike’s lap.
“I can’t believe you used butter as lube!”
Harvey shrugged. “You said it was really good butter.”
“And, you cut my jeans with kitchen scissors!”
Harvey let out a disapproving groan. “They were too tight and wouldn’t come off with the bulge in front.”
“I liked those jeans!”
“I’ll buy you new ones. They weren’t even your size.”
“Now I have nothing left to wear home!” Mike chuckled, happy that Harvey had been aroused enough to destroy his clothes. His socks had landed in the sink with dirty dishes so the boxers on the stove were the only survivor.
“You don’t need clothes. You’re not going anywhere.” Harvey stated.
“You’re not really going to lock me up, are you?” Mike ran his hands through Harvey’s hair; without the gel, it was incredibly soft.
“I think I should. I told you I liked my associate working hard under me.” Harvey lifted his hand and pinched one of Mike’s muffins.
Then he sat up and gave Mike a soft kiss before getting off the table. “Now that you’ve got a kiss, you’ll be a good boy and clean up the mess.”
“But you always say that a puppy can’t clean up its own mess.” Mike grinned.
“If you have enough brain cells left to talk back, perhaps we need another round of dessert.” Harvey suggested, grabbing the red apron and tying it behind his puppy’s waist.
Mike got off the table, careful not to step on the eggs and slip. He didn’t want to end up in the hospital with a concussion when he had just been promised another round of interaction with his hot boss.
“So this is your kink? Me wearing nothing but an apron?” Mike turned around and wriggled his hips just like in Harvey’s dream.
Harvey resisted the urge to pinch his associate again. When did he become such a dirty boss?
“I want my muffins.” Harvey announced like a petulant child. He knew that he would be calmer once he had his fix.
Mike chuckled as he got down on his knees and started to rub the floor with a wet cloth. “You’ll have to wait, Harvey. You yanked me off the oven before I even put the muffins in.”
“I’m not big on waiting so I’ll go fill up the Jacuzzi,” Harvey offered. The idea of sitting in warm water was very welcoming after a bad night’s sleep, a few hours of hard work, and a stimulating dessert.
“You’re not going to stay around and ogle me?” Mike’s face fell.
Harvey laughed. “No need to be disappointed, Mikey. I’m going to do more than ogle you when join me in the Jacuzzi.”
“Like what?” Mike was eager to know what his boss had in mind.
Harvey didn’t say a word but slowly licked his lips, making his kiss-swollen lips all shiny.
“Oh God…” Mike swallowed as he pictured Harvey’s tongue running up and down his body.
“So you better hurry up or I’ll have fun all by myself.”
Harvey walked towards Mike for a quick kiss and left the kitchen. He could hear his puppy frantically rub the messy floor. His puppy was cleaning up his own mess; he was growing up.
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“Morning, Donna.”
“Morning, Harvey.”
“Had a good weekend?”
“Sure. You?”
“Likewise.”
Donna looked up with a sharp glance as she realized that her boss was in a great mood. Even though Harvey was a morning person, he was never in a great mood before eight o’clock in the morning. So the look on his face could only mean that…
“Oh my god, Harvey!” She couldn’t keep the joy out of her voice as she stepped into the office.
“Do not ruin my mood, Donna.” Harvey warned her as he took off his jacket.
“If I ruin it, I’ll send in Mike and make him do whatever he did to you!” Donna beamed, noticing how Harvey was reliving his weekend in his mind.
“Is he able to come to work today? Can he still bike? Did you behave and give him enough time to rest?” Questions came pouring out of her mouth.
“Is that a way to talk to your boss?” Harvey raised an eyebrow.
“I’m speaking as a friend! I’m so excited that my boys have finally opened their eyes!”
“I’m not your boy, Donna. I’m your boss.”
“No big difference.” Donna waved off his comment and placed a kiss on his cheek. “I’m so happy for you. Oh, I hope Mike forgives me for this.”
“He doesn’t seem to be possessive.” Harvey reassured her.
“Unlike you?”
Harvey shoots her a dangerous glare as if to tell her ‘Don’t go there.’ But Donna being Donna, she takes it as an invitation to exactly go there. “Come on, Harvey. You didn’t want to share the cupcakes he baked with his gentle, creative hands.”
Harvey shook his head and decided to keep Donna busy. “I need you to do something for me.”
“You want me to run to the drug store and stock up supplies for you? Then send Mike in here and pull down the blinds?” Donna smiled devilishly.
“Such a lady, aren’t you?”
Harvey made her sit and told her about his plan to help Mike open a bakery near the firm. As much as he wanted to keep Mike in his kitchen for eternity, the world deserved to experience his baked treats.
“That’s a wonderful idea, Harvey. People will finally leave him alone and it would reduce the stress about his little secret.” Donna whispered towards the end.
“Nothing’s going to happen to him. But if he accidentally spills his secret, he can always threaten Jessica to move the bakery next to one of our rival firms.” Harvey agreed.
Donna smiled. She liked that her bigger boy was taking care of her younger one. ‘This must be the pleasure of raising boys.’
“I’ll see if I can find a good spot for his bakery.” She said modestly as she stood up.
“I know you’ll find the perfect spot.” Harvey gave her a thankful smile and offered her a small box.
“What is it?” Donna could feel her heartbeat speed up. “Is this what I think it is??”
“Open it and see for yourself. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you to be discreet. Eat them where there are no security cameras, or the IT guys will be all over you.”
Donna opened the box of cupcakes and fell in love with those delicious heartbreakers all over again. “Do you mind if I kiss Mike till he passes out?”
“You do that and the bakery will be built upon your tomb.”
Donna nodded and thought that whoever dared to lay a hand on her cupcakes should get the same treatment.
Harvey watched as she walked back to her area like a ninja and got back to work.
“Harvey…”
Mike was making pretty sounds on the bed while the owner of the bed claimed his neck with little love bites. Harvey had invited him over for dinner and was now going after the dessert.
“Turn around. It’s time for muffins.” Harvey gave Mike some space so that he could lie on his stomach.
“Can I ask you something?”
“You want to ask me something when we’re in bed?” Harvey asked incredulously as he put two pillows under Mike to lift his muffins.
“But it’s related to what we’re about to do!” Mike insisted.
“Fine. Ask away.” Harvey decided to use the opportunity to get the supplies ready.
“Um… this is a little embarrassing but if those are my muffins, what are my cupcakes?” Mike shoved his face into the pillow to hide his blush. It was a stupid question but he was curious!
Harvey was amused. Apparently Mike was into dirty baking talk.
Mike felt Harvey tickle his balls and before he could stop it, the next question left his mouth, “My cookies…?”
Harvey flipped him over and sucked on the buds on his chest.
“Oh god… I can’t believe this cheesy stuff is turning me on!” Mike’s blush spread to his neck and ears.
“I always pegged you as someone who had poor taste in porn.”
Mike wanted to protest but Harvey had flipped him back and was licking his muffins. “Jesus fucking Christ, Harvey…”
“Don’t get so excited yet. I like to have some chocolate on my muffins.”
Mike was about to ask him what he meant but he found out soon enough when Harvey squeezed chocolate syrup on both of his muffins. “Oh my dear lord…”
While Mike writhed helplessly in anticipation, Harvey took a moment to admire the view. The dark syrup looked fantastic on Mike’s fair skin. The syrup was running down his hips and thighs, making him the perfect dessert.
“I shouldn’t skip gym anymore. So much dessert.” Harvey said as he took a bite.
“Harvey!” Mike arched his back. He felt as if he was on an expensive silver platter on Harvey’s table.
“Patience. I’ve only had one bite.”
Mike couldn’t believe that this was happening. He got the burden of the secret off his chest, destructively hot kitchen sex, a plan for a bakery, and gets eaten by his kinky boss all in one week? How could he not love his life?
“Oh my god, if you don’t stop right now, things are going to get really embarrassing.” Mike warned his boss who was tracing the chocolate streams with his tongue.
“If you be a good boy and let me finish, you’ll get your pomegranate.”
“Hmm?” Mike was too busy bringing himself back to Earth to understand the riddle.
“You know the deal, Mike. My pomegranate for your muffins.”
Mike gathered the remaining brain cells and called an urgent meeting. ‘His pomegranate? What is his pomegranate?’
Then it hit him like a brick. There was only one part of a male body that hadn’t been mentioned earlier.
“Oh Harvey… Please…” He opened his legs wider, hoping that the gourmet would soon put him out of his sensational misery.
“You bake very nice muffins, Mikey. These are the best I’ve ever had. The texture is spongy. I love it.” Harvey had to make a conscious effort not to laugh at his own words. He would have to google some dirty baking metaphors for the future if they turned on Mike this much.
“Thank you, Harvey…” Mike was a polite boy even under such harsh circumstances.
Harvey could tell that his associate was doing his absolute best not to lose his mind.
“Tell me what you want, Mike. I’m almost done.”
“I… can’t talk…”
Harvey stopped licking the spot where Mike’s thighs started. “Tell me.”
Mike took a deep breath so that he could come up with a full sentence, “Devour me, Harvey, just like you did in the kitchen.”
“You want me to use butter again?”
“I think the syrup took care of that.” Mike’s face burned as if he was in an oven.
Harvey chuckled. He found it both cute and hot that Mike was blushing so much while he looked so obscene.
“Harvey!! I can’t wait any longer!”
“All right, all right. I’m on it.”
Harvey chuckled one last time and worked on his dessert.