The Marvey Chronicles [2/31]
Title: The Marvey Chronicles
Pairing: Harvey Specter/Mike Ross
Other characters: Norma, Donna Paulsen, Rachel Zane, Harold Jakowski
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 3,312
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.
Warning: none
Summary: Coworkers fangirl over Harvey/Mike.
Author’s note: Originally written for suits_meme. The prompt was ‘The Pearson-Hardman employees ship Harvey/Mike and try to get them together.’
Step 2: More physical attraction (Project ‘Wet puppy’)
With new members on board, the Marvey Fan Club didn’t waste any time to get on to their next project. When Norma triggered the fire alarm in the hallway with Louis’ lighter, Mike was in Harvey’s office, passionately talking about how he had found the loophole to win the case. He was standing in front of Harvey’s desk, gesturing with his hands, when water poured from above his head. He was drenched like a wet puppy in two seconds.
“This is not happening.” Mike whined as he realized that he was soaked to the bones.
“Don’t move. I don’t want you dripping all over my office.” Harvey ordered as soon as he checked with Donna that the fire alarm wasn’t anything to worry about.
“What do you suggest I do then? By the way, shouldn’t the sprinkler have hit you instead? This is your office.” Mike wiped the water off his forehead with the back of his hand to no avail.
“I’ll lend you one of my suits.” Harvey offered as he pulled down the blinds.
“I’ll have to walk to the closet.”
“No. You’re going to stay there. I’ll get the suit for you.”
“And then you’ll step outside to give me some privacy, right?” Mike asked a little nervously. He didn’t have perfect muscles everywhere like his boss.
“Mike, you don’t have anything I don’t have. Although I might have it in a larger size.”
Mike coughed “Ass” as he shivered.
“I heard that.” Harvey walked towards his mini-closet. “Take off your clothes. You’re going to catch a cold.”
“It sounds like you care.”
“I don’t care about your health. I just need my associate to be able to work without having to blow his nose every two seconds. Now strip.”
“Aye, aye, captain.”
Mike saluted and started to take off his jacket. It wasn’t an easy job. By the time Harvey had fetched him a towel, a suit and a pair of slippers, Mike had only managed to get rid of his jacket, shoes and socks.
Harvey sat at his desk and watched Mike unbutton his shirt. The fabric was revealing every inch of Mike’s torso. Harvey could pretty much locate every single one of Mike’s ribs. As Mike opened his shirt to get it off, Harvey’s mind came up with the word ‘creamy’ to describe what he was looking at.
“Harvey? Some privacy?”
“Sure.” Harvey lowered his gaze and focused on the file.
“That’s what you call privacy? I’m changing right in front of your desk!”
“Well, I’m not looking, aren’t I?”
Mike was going to say something clever when he spotted a pair of boxers on the chair.
“I can’t wear them.” He pointed at the underwear as if they were going to eat him alive.
Harvey looked up to see what the fuss was about. “Are you planning to go commando then? Dirty boy.”
“I… I can go out and buy myself a pair.”
“They’re clean, Mike, relax. And, you can keep them. Just change and get out of my office with your dripping suit already.”
Mike shut his mouth and nodded. Then he peeled off everything in front of the desk, constantly making sure that Harvey wasn’t looking.
‘Oh god, this is so wrong…’ Mike bit his lips as he put on his boss’ underwear. When did he and Harvey become close enough to share underwear?
“Changing clothes doesn’t require that much thinking, puppy.” Harvey could practically hear the gears working inside his associate’s brain.
“I’m almost done.” Mike hurried into Harvey’s shirt and pants. He couldn’t wait to get out of the office.
“Need a hand with the tie? I wouldn’t want you to ruin it.” Harvey looked up when he heard Mike fumble with the belt.
“I know it must be the hardest thing for you to believe, but I actually know how to handle a tie, thank you very much.”
Harvey chuckled. It was fun to make fun of his puppy. Sometimes he could bark like that.
When Mike finally managed to put on Harvey’s clothes (minus the vest) and walked out with a bag of wet clothes, he noticed that some female employees were talking to Donna.
“Hi, ladies.” Mike smiled sheepishly and felt the women’s appreciative eyes wander all over his body. Apparently he didn’t look too bad in Harvey’s suit.
“Oh my god, he’s wearing Harvey’s suit!” Linda felt light-headed as she took a picture of Mike walking away in his boss’ suit.
‘Oh Jesus, this is so very wrong…’
Mike knew that he sounded like a broken record but every time he went to the men’s room, he couldn’t help but feel that it was wrong to wear his boss’ underwear. It was hard to focus on the files in front of him when he was constantly reminded of what he was wearing underneath his boss’ suit.
‘It does feel nice on my skin though. It must cost an arm or something. Is it all right to keep something that costs so much? But he told me to keep it! He probably doesn’t want it now that I’ve worn it. But where would I keep it? In the drawer with my other boxers? Isn’t that wrong too? And, am I going to wear it again? Shouldn’t I just throw it out? But it’s expensive! Maybe I should give it to charity then. But is it okay to give your boss’ boxers to charity? What if it ends up in a kinky old man’s room? Eww!’
All sorts of concern flooded Mike’s brain and he wished that he had a male friend he could talk to. He certainly couldn’t discuss the matter with Rachel or Donna.
“What’s wrong, Mike?” Harold asked from the cubicle next to his.
“It’s nothing.” Mike smiled and shook his head.
“But there’s clearly something bothering you.”
Harold wondered what it was about. He liked Mike. Mike was the only one who stood up for him when the other associates acted like bullies. If something upset Mike, he would do everything in his little power to help him out.
“Come on, Mike. You can tell me anything.”
Mike wondered what kind of things ‘anything’ exactly covered. He liked Harold. Harold wasn’t the brightest employee in the firm but he had a good heart and knew how to keep a secret. He always thought that Harold was hired because he would keep the clients’ secrets no matter what.
“Well, I suppose I could amuse you.” Mike told Harold about his ridiculous problem, hoping that he wouldn’t burst into laughter.
“The solution is simple.” Harold smiled reassuringly. “Just keep it in a plastic bag so that it wouldn’t get mixed with your other underwear and wear it on special days.”
“What special days?”
“When you want to feel like him! Like when you go to court or meet an important client. It could be your lucky charm.”
“But don’t you think it would be a little creepy?” Mike frowned.
Harold made a face. “Are you serious? It’s Harvey Specter’s stuff we’re talking about! You of all people should know that whatever he touches literally turns into gold. Perhaps all that confidence comes from his potent boxers!”
Mike blinked his eyes. ‘Potent boxers? Really?’
He knew that Harold was in awe of Harvey but he hadn’t known that it was this bad. While other associates tried hard to get Harvey’s attention and replace Mike, Harold didn’t try a thing. He knew that he wasn’t good enough for Harvey and thought that Mike was perfect for him.
“If you decide to throw it out or give it away, please let me know.” Harold was polite.
“Why?”
Harold looked at him incredulously. “What do you mean why? So I can keep it!”
Mike didn’t know and didn’t want to know what Harold had in mind for his boss’ underwear, but he figured that it would be safer with him than with Harold. ‘It wouldn’t hurt to keep it, right? No one would know anyway.’
Mike made up his mind and broke his colleague’s heart. “I’m sorry, Harold. I think I’ll keep it. Harvey actually told me to keep it. I have to follow his orders. Sorry.”
Harold nodded with hugely disappointed eyes. “Sure. I understand.”
As Harold’s head disappeared into the cubicle, Mike now felt uneasy and guilty.
An hour later, a Marvey incident occurred right in front of Donna’s area.
“Harvey.” Mike approached his boss.
“You solved Jerome’s problem yet?” Harvey asked as he signed the papers that Donna handed him.
“Uh, about to, but I need your corporate card first.”
“What for?”
“I thought you didn’t want me to explain it to you.”
“You’re right. I don’t.”
Harvey took out his wallet from his back pocket and pulled out his corporate card. He held out the card with two fingers but when Mike went for it, he crooked his fingers. Then he extended his fingers so that Mike could finally take it, but when Mike reached out, he crooked them again.
“Harvey!” Mike pouted.
Harvey grinned like a seven year old boy and let Mike take the card.
When Donna told the story in the ladies’ lounge at lunchtime, The Marveyed showed two reactions. The initial one was ‘Aww! That’s so cute!’, and the second one was ‘Why didn’t I get to see that with my own eyes?’
Rachel let out a sigh. “I have my own office. I never get to see anything fun.”
“Hey, at least you’re on the same floor and you’re friends with Mike!” A woman that worked downstairs reminded her.
“Relax, ladies.” Donna spoke with a soft voice. “Norma and I have spoken to Benjamin from the IT department, and he’s kindly offering his services to provide us with all the Marvey footage he can get from the security cameras.”
“God bless the security cameras!” A woman shouted with excitement.
“So glad we have them everywhere in the firm!”
“Sadly not in Harvey’s office.”
“Oh, that’s true.”
“At least Mike works in the area where there are two cameras.”
“Ladies.” Donna hushed the members and carried on with the announcement. “Thanks to Benjamin’s help, we’ll need a liaison that would get the footage from him and edit the necessary parts and distribute it to the rest of the club.”
She skipped the part where she had pretty much threatened the poor guy. No one had to know the gory details.
“We would appreciate someone who knows how to edit stuff.” Norma added. Then she talked about how they were short-handed.“I’d do it myself if I could but I’m busy planning our next projects and dealing with the club. Rachel’s already teaching yoga and Donna’s taking care of our Facebook page.”
“I can do it.” Stacey volunteered. She would love to get her hands on raw footage of her two boys even if they were just walking next to each other down the hallway.
“She knows how to edit stuff.” Linda told everyone. “Oh! She could even make us some gifs and macros out of the footage!”
“Oh my god, what a wonderful idea!”
“That’s fantastic!”
“You’re a genius!”
“I love this firm!”
Apparently all the members liked the idea.
“Thank you, Stacey. We’d really appreciate it.” Donna smiled warmly and Stacey smiled back.
Norma felt her heart skip a beat. She couldn’t remember the last time that she was this excited. Maybe it was when Louis had threatened to fire her?
“If we’re a fan club, do we get Marvey T-shirts?” A member asked.
“If we’re getting T-shirts, can we get mugs too? I’d love a mug with Harvey’s face on it.”
“What about posters?”
“Autographed pictures?”
Questions filled the lounge and Norma smiled at the enthusiasm. She was going to answer questions and take notes until the end of her lunch break.
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The Marvey fan club members were having one of their brainstorming sessions for future projects. Their lunchtime and snack breaks had been dedicated to club activities for the last couple of days. Today Rachel had come up with an idea and had just finished telling everyone how Mike had once told her that Harvey had called him a ‘good boy’.
“He found a particularly difficult loophole to crack the case.” Rachel added.
“Well, it didn’t officially happen unless we heard it too.” Rebecca imagined Harvey saying ‘Good boy’ in his low pheromone-dripping voice. She thought that it was a miracle that Mike had survived it.
“Yeah, it’ll have to happen again. I just know Mike would love to hear it again as much as we do!” Elizabeth was certain that she knew Mike well. After all, they met each other so often in her dreams.
“What if it happens inside Harvey’s office?” Stacey asked.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be recording whatever comes through my intercom.” Donna thought about just how useful Benjamin was.
“Great!” Norma loved how things were going smoothly. “Now we’ll have to divide the roles and see how we can help Mike best. I know a lot of you would like to help him, but we will not fight like beasts over him. Our endgame isn’t to molest him with our eyes. It’s to toss him gently into Harvey’s willing arms.”
The members weren’t really listening to her anymore. They were busy thinking about how they could help Mike and whose hair they would have to grab to get the roles they wanted.
“Ladies, just remember, try not to faint or make embarrassing sounds when Mike thanks you for your help, all right?” Donna reminded everyone.
“What if we aren’t prepared for that? Can we get some training first?” Linda voiced her concern. She was a very accomplished employee, but she thought that she could have a lot of difficulty helping a coworker if that coworker was someone as attractive as Mike.
“I guess I could provide some acting lessons.” Donna offered.
“That’s awesome!” Abby clapped. This was by far the best firm that she had ever worked in.
“Please do!” Deb had always admired Donna’s acting. She considered it an honor to learn from her.
As Donna smiled rather devilishly, the ladies could tell that they were in for a rough ride.
Step 3: Mutual appreciation (Project ‘Good boy’)
As any other day, Mike was heading down to the files room when he noticed that someone was in there.
“Uh, hi, Margaret.” He poked his head in and greeted the woman. He remembered the lady from the kitchen a few days ago when he had needed help with the new coffee machine.
“Hi, Mike.” The woman turned around and gave him a bright smile. She had fought off three other members to get the part. Her left elbow and right knee still hurt but she would live.
“It’s so weird to see someone else in here. Usually it’s just me and all these files.” Mike gestured at the whole room.
“Well, it sounds like you could use some company.” Margaret pointed at the two cups of coffee.
“Wow, there’s one for me?” Mike was pleasantly surprised.
“I was getting lonely down here so I was going to offer it to anyone who came through that door. You happened to be the first one to walk in.” She lied like a pro. Donna’s lessons were coming in handy.
“Thanks, Margaret.” Mike’s dazzling smile made her go weak at the knees. It was a good thing that she was already sitting at a desk.
“So what are you looking for?” Margaret remembered what she was here for and played the rest of her part, helping Mike find the files that he needed.
When Mike came back to his cubicle, he realized that he had saved over half an hour thanks to the lovely woman.
‘She even had the perfect coffee for me. What an angel.’ Mike smiled and figured that it was his lucky day.
His luck continued throughout the day as ladies appeared out of nowhere and helped him with photocopies, patents, and extensive research for the client meeting that he and Harvey had in the afternoon.
‘Do I look exceptionally handsome today?’
Mike checked himself in the mirror in the men’s room, wondering what attracted the ladies today. Then it suddenly hit him.
‘Oh my god, Harold was right!’
He had put on Harvey’s underwear this morning. The client that was going to come in today was one of their biggest clients. Harvey had insisted over and over again that he should wear the best clothes that he had. Since Harvey’s boxers were by far the best underwear that was in his drawer, he had no other choice but to wear them.
‘So this is what helps Harvey land so many gorgeous people in bed, huh?’
Mike wondered if he would have enough time to go out and pick a bedmate after work. He had already done so much work with the ladies’ help.
‘Perhaps this is what helps him keep Donna for such a long time too. I know Harvey’s successful and all but he’s not exactly the boss of the year, and she’s worked for that man for seven years!’
Mike headed back to his cubicle, mourning the fact that he had only one pair of Harvey’s potent boxers. He would have to wash them, which meant that he wouldn’t get to wear them every single day.
‘Well, let’s enjoy the fun while it lasts.’
Mike decided to push his luck and gathered all the files that he had worked on. Then he pretty much ran to Harvey’s office, eager to show him how much work he had done in such a short amount of time.
“I’m not just talking about the quantity of work here, Harvey. Feel free to appreciate the quality of my work too.”
Harvey took his time to check the files and research that Mike was so proud of. Mike’s work was almost always impressive but today, he had to admit that it was particularly exceptional.
“Great job.” He nodded.
“What? That’s all I get?” Mike couldn’t hide his disappointment.
“You get paid for your work, don’t you?” Harvey thought that it was always fun to tease his associate.
“I do! But I thought you’d be more appreciative than that! Much more than that!”
Harvey chuckled. Mike was fuming. “Tell me what you want then.”
Mike eyed his boss suspiciously. “That sounds like I’ll get what I want if I just say it.”
“Unless you ask for something ridiculous, you might get it.” Harvey was in a good mood. His associate proved again that he was better than the other associates on so many levels.
Mike’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Let’s see. First we could do a fist bump.”
Harvey bumped Mike’s fist, shaking his head. Mike was a like a little kid at times.
“Oh, now you could tell me how you’ve always been so grateful for my presence and how your life has been much brighter ever since you’ve hired me. You could also tell me how…”
“Don’t push it, rookie.”
Mike pouted but adjusted his tactics. “Fine. I’ll settle with a ‘Good boy.’”
Harvey looked up with amusement. “That’s all you want? A fist bump and a ‘Good boy’?”
“Don’t question my taste. I earned them.”
“Fair enough.”
Harvey got up from his desk and stood in front of Mike. He felt like a school teacher praising the top student of his class.
“Good boy.” He added a firm pat on the shoulder and saw Mike grin widely. The kid certainly worked hard to get his praise.
“Very good boy.” Harvey was feeling generous.
If they ever claimed to have seen someone in the hallway with a gigantic camera out of the corner of their eyes, Donna would tell them that they had seen a ghost.