Summum Bonum (M/H) (7/?)
Title: Summum Bonum (7/?)
Author: fluffygremlin
Pairings: Mike/Harvey
Rating: R (contains some explicit sexual content)
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1,972 (this chapter)
Summary: When Professor Harvey Specter stumbled upon a skinny student getting harassed by a campus cop, he intervened against his better judgment. He had no idea this brilliant kid would turn his world upside down. Meanwhile, Mike has now been given the opportunity to turn his life around but it might just cost him everything and everyone.
Authors Note: This is obviously AU. Huge thanks to veritas_st for the beta and cheerleading.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned people who are NOT me. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended and no money is being made.
Chapter Seven
Mike took a deep breath before pushing open the door leading to Harvey’s office. He found the older man seated behind his desk, tie loosened to reveal a sliver of skin at his open collar. Harvey didn’t even look up as Mike maneuvered himself into the chair opposite him.
“Harvey…” Mike paused, unsure how to continue.
“Mike.” Harvey didn’t take his eyes off of the stack of papers he was working through. The tone of his voice made Mike let out an exasperated sigh.
“Damnit, Harvey, would you stop it?” Harvey looked up then, eyes wide. Mike found himself tripping over his words. “It’s just… you’ve just… I…”
“Spit it out, kid.” Harvey set down his pen and leaned forward, elbows on the edge of the desk.
“You’re a dick.” Mike slapped both hands over his mouth. Harvey looked at him with surprise that quickly morphed into a smirk.
“Is that so?” The older man sat back in his chair. Mike nodded despite himself and had to fight back the urge to crawl under the desk and disappear. “Tell me more.”
“I just meant…” Mike dropped his hands. “I just meant you’ve been a dick lately. To everyone. You’ve been extra douchy in class and every one of your students I’ve had study sessions with is complaining.” Harvey’s smirk dropped away as he clenched his jaw.
“I hardly think…”
“It’s because of Cameron, isn’t it? For the last month or so you’ve been completely shut off from things like silly human emotions and before Cameron showed up you were a lot more relaxed.”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about, Mike.” Harvey straightened up and grabbed his pen as if to continue grading. Mike reached out and placed his hand over the other man’s.
“Harvey…” Mike waited until Harvey let go of the pen and released his hand, reaching up to adjust the strap on his bag. “Look… It’s Friday, you have a stack of midterms a mile high to be graded, and I just happen to have a change of clothes handy. Am I coming over or what?”
The brunet looked up and sighed at Mike before crinkling his nose and half nodding.
“Alright, rookie. You win this time.”
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Harvey sat on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees. He could hear the quiet creak of the couch in the other room as Mike shifted in his sleep.
“Fucked,” Harvey said quietly, running a hand through his hair before dropping back onto the bed. “So, so fucked.” His brain refused to stop whirling around thoughts of the younger man. The way he twirled a pencil around his fingers when he was bored or the way his eyes always seemed to drift to Harvey’s mouth as they chatted over pizza the prior evening. He groaned as his mind focused on Mike’s mouth and the way it always seemed so red and wet and…
“No,” Harvey growled, sitting back up. He glared at the growing hard on in his lap for a moment before trying to force himself to think of anything but pale skin and blue eyes. He considered himself successful enough to stand up, heading out to the kitchen for a glass of water before he remembered his normally sleep attire was a pair of thin boxers.
It was Mike who reminded him.
“Harvey?” The other man sat up when he heard Harvey walk through the living room and the way his eyes tracked down Harvey’s bare chest made the professor’s breath catch in his throat.
“I…” Harvey cleared his throat, drawing Mike’s attention back up to his face. “I just needed a glass of water.”
“Right,” Mike said slowly. Harvey wanted to groan as the blonde’s tongue sneaked out to wet his lips. Mike was wearing a thin tank top with a pair of pajama pants that had slipped down on his hips slightly when he sat up. The strip of skin that was revealed between the two made Harvey question his sanity in allowing the younger man to stay the night. It was the look Mike gave him as he stood up that tipped him over the edge.
“Mike.” Harvey breathed the man’s name out as he took a step towards him.
“Don’t, Harvey, please.” Mike took another step forward, and another, until he rounded the couch and stood well within Harvey’s personal space. “Don’t pretend this isn’t happening.”
“It isn’t,” Harvey said, shaking his head. Mike glanced down at the floor, his head dropping forward. He looked back up at Harvey through his eyelashes as he had so many other times they’d worked side by side.
“Yea, it is.” Harvey’s response was knocked out of him when Mike reached up and pushed on his shoulders, forcing him against the wall behind him as the other man stepped forward. Mike’s entire body felt fevered where it pressed up against Harvey’s, his lips soft and wet as he kissed him. His hands moved across Harvey’s shoulders as the kiss deepened. One came up to wrap around the back of his neck while the other slid down his arm to grasp at his bicep.
“God, Harvey,” Mike said in a shaky voice as he moved from his mouth to work along his jaw. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”
“Tell me.” Harvey’s voice was low and steady and Mike looked up at him with wide eyes. Harvey pushed his hips forward slightly and grinned as Mike’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment at the sensation of their erections rubbing together. “You want this so much, you’ve gotta convince me because this” Harvey moved his hips again, “this is a horrible idea.”
“No it isn’t,” Mike said insistently. “It’s a great fucking idea.” He ran his mouth down the length of Harvey’s neck, using the hand on his head to encourage the other man to tilt the way he wanted. “Although, I normally imagine this happening in your office.”
“And just what have you been imagining happening in my office?” Harvey closed his eyes as Mike titled his head back more to lightly bite at his Adam’s apple.
“Us finally giving into the tension that’s been building for the last couple months.” Mike moved the hand that had been holding Harvey’s bicep up to get tangled in his hair as Harvey’s hands came up to rest on his hips. “Me messing up your perfect fucking hair and finally getting to see your perfect fucking body. Running my tongue down your chest and stomach until I can suck on your per…”
“Shut up,” Harvey snarled, moving quickly to pull his head out of Mike’s grasp and using his hands to force the other man’s mouth to his. Weeks of watching the other man and wanting him despite every brainwave telling him it was wrong finally exploded when their lips met. He curled his hands in Mike’s hair and pulled his head back, his teeth latched onto his bottom lip for a moment longer before he let it go. “You said something about sucking,” Harvey said with a leer. Mike only took a shuddering breath before licking his lips in a way that made Harvey’s cock twitch against the cotton of his shorts.
A shove at Mike’s shoulder was enough to have him on his knees before Harvey could say a word. The blond glanced up at him once before turning his attention to the boxers, leaning forward to run his tongue along the damp patch near the top before using both hands to pull them down. Harvey moaned as Mike licked a stripe up the bottom of his cock, one hand wrapping around the base to hold it steady while the other was braced against Harvey’s thigh, his thumb digging into the crease where thigh meets ass.
Mike’s mouth felt so hot Harvey thought he was going to catch on fire when the other man finally wrapped his lips around the head of his cock.
“God, Mike,” Harvey said, trying not to push forward as the other man slowly worked his mouth down the length of him until Harvey was pressing against the back of his throat. Mike gagged slightly, pulling back for a moment before moving forward again. Harvey curled his fingers into Mike’s hair, moaning out encouragement as the other man continued to work his way up and down. His other hand drifted down to rest lightly on the side of Mike’s face. He ran the tip of his thumb along the other man’s stretched lips, earning himself a groan that vibrated through him all the way to his toes.
“You’re gorgeous,” Harvey said lightly, staring down. “You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this.” Mike looked up at him with watery blue eyes and twirled his tongue along the head of Harvey’s cock as he pulled back. Harvey grunted when the other man moved down again, tightening his hold on Mike’s hair and gently pushing him a bit faster. Mike, ever the fast learner, began moving with earnest, moaning around Harvey.
Harvey felt almost lightheaded with need, his hips moving upwards in jerky thrusts each time Mike pulled back. The blond, for his part, had slipped the hand off of Harvey’s thigh and moved it to caress his balls, rolling them and tugging lightly. It was when he shifted that hand to press his thumb against Harvey’s pucker that the older man felt his orgasm thunder through him. He could only groan out a quick warning, crying out when Mike swallowed around his cock so hard he felt like his brains were leaking a bit.
Mike sat back on his heels as Harvey slipped down the wall in front of him. He looked smug, his mouth tilting in a smirk that was too bruised and swollen for Harvey to do anything but move forward and kiss him. He worked his tongue into Mike’s mouth, tasting himself as he pushed the other man backwards towards the floor. He slipped a hand into Mike’s pajama bottoms and wrapped it firmly around the other man’s cock, thumbing over the slit to spread the precome that was leaking there.
“Unf, yes… please…” Mike moaned, pushing his hips up and thrusting into Harvey’s fist.
“Next time we’re doing this in a bed,” Harvey said into Mike’s ear, leaning down to suck at his neck as he jerked him off with slow, sure movements. Mike nodded quickly, turning his head to the side and biting at Harvey’s lips.
“Just… next time… ok, whatever, just let me come,” Mike begged. Harvey grinned against his lips before speeding up his hand. He twisted his wrist on each upstroke until Mike finally fell to pieces underneath him, coating Harvey’s hand and his pajama pants. Harvey pulled his hand out and ran the tip of his tongue through the mess on his palm, causing Mike to moan and wiggle his hips slightly.
“C’mon,” Harvey said, pushing himself to his feet. He held his clean hand out to Mike but the other man only shook his head.
“Not. Moving.” Harvey grinned down at him, allowing himself a moment to take in his mussed hair and flushed cheeks.
“Now,” he said after a minute, reaching down to grab Mike’s arm and helping the other man to his feet.
“Harvey,” Mike said, grabbing Harvey’s hand as soon as he dropped it from Mike’s arm. The older man looked at him and felt a smile tug at his lips at the soft look at the other man’s face. “Next time, we’re also getting the pizza with the cheese in the crust.”
Harvey laughed, dragging Mike by their clasped hands into the bathroom to clean up before pushing him towards the bedroom.
“I might let you talk me into it.”
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Author: fluffygremlin
Pairings: Mike/Harvey
Rating: R (contains some explicit sexual content)
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1,972 (this chapter)
Summary: When Professor Harvey Specter stumbled upon a skinny student getting harassed by a campus cop, he intervened against his better judgment. He had no idea this brilliant kid would turn his world upside down. Meanwhile, Mike has now been given the opportunity to turn his life around but it might just cost him everything and everyone.
Authors Note: This is obviously AU. Huge thanks to veritas_st for the beta and cheerleading.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned people who are NOT me. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended and no money is being made.
Chapter Seven
Mike took a deep breath before pushing open the door leading to Harvey’s office. He found the older man seated behind his desk, tie loosened to reveal a sliver of skin at his open collar. Harvey didn’t even look up as Mike maneuvered himself into the chair opposite him.
“Harvey…” Mike paused, unsure how to continue.
“Mike.” Harvey didn’t take his eyes off of the stack of papers he was working through. The tone of his voice made Mike let out an exasperated sigh.
“Damnit, Harvey, would you stop it?” Harvey looked up then, eyes wide. Mike found himself tripping over his words. “It’s just… you’ve just… I…”
“Spit it out, kid.” Harvey set down his pen and leaned forward, elbows on the edge of the desk.
“You’re a dick.” Mike slapped both hands over his mouth. Harvey looked at him with surprise that quickly morphed into a smirk.
“Is that so?” The older man sat back in his chair. Mike nodded despite himself and had to fight back the urge to crawl under the desk and disappear. “Tell me more.”
“I just meant…” Mike dropped his hands. “I just meant you’ve been a dick lately. To everyone. You’ve been extra douchy in class and every one of your students I’ve had study sessions with is complaining.” Harvey’s smirk dropped away as he clenched his jaw.
“I hardly think…”
“It’s because of Cameron, isn’t it? For the last month or so you’ve been completely shut off from things like silly human emotions and before Cameron showed up you were a lot more relaxed.”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about, Mike.” Harvey straightened up and grabbed his pen as if to continue grading. Mike reached out and placed his hand over the other man’s.
“Harvey…” Mike waited until Harvey let go of the pen and released his hand, reaching up to adjust the strap on his bag. “Look… It’s Friday, you have a stack of midterms a mile high to be graded, and I just happen to have a change of clothes handy. Am I coming over or what?”
The brunet looked up and sighed at Mike before crinkling his nose and half nodding.
“Alright, rookie. You win this time.”
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Harvey sat on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees. He could hear the quiet creak of the couch in the other room as Mike shifted in his sleep.
“Fucked,” Harvey said quietly, running a hand through his hair before dropping back onto the bed. “So, so fucked.” His brain refused to stop whirling around thoughts of the younger man. The way he twirled a pencil around his fingers when he was bored or the way his eyes always seemed to drift to Harvey’s mouth as they chatted over pizza the prior evening. He groaned as his mind focused on Mike’s mouth and the way it always seemed so red and wet and…
“No,” Harvey growled, sitting back up. He glared at the growing hard on in his lap for a moment before trying to force himself to think of anything but pale skin and blue eyes. He considered himself successful enough to stand up, heading out to the kitchen for a glass of water before he remembered his normally sleep attire was a pair of thin boxers.
It was Mike who reminded him.
“Harvey?” The other man sat up when he heard Harvey walk through the living room and the way his eyes tracked down Harvey’s bare chest made the professor’s breath catch in his throat.
“I…” Harvey cleared his throat, drawing Mike’s attention back up to his face. “I just needed a glass of water.”
“Right,” Mike said slowly. Harvey wanted to groan as the blonde’s tongue sneaked out to wet his lips. Mike was wearing a thin tank top with a pair of pajama pants that had slipped down on his hips slightly when he sat up. The strip of skin that was revealed between the two made Harvey question his sanity in allowing the younger man to stay the night. It was the look Mike gave him as he stood up that tipped him over the edge.
“Mike.” Harvey breathed the man’s name out as he took a step towards him.
“Don’t, Harvey, please.” Mike took another step forward, and another, until he rounded the couch and stood well within Harvey’s personal space. “Don’t pretend this isn’t happening.”
“It isn’t,” Harvey said, shaking his head. Mike glanced down at the floor, his head dropping forward. He looked back up at Harvey through his eyelashes as he had so many other times they’d worked side by side.
“Yea, it is.” Harvey’s response was knocked out of him when Mike reached up and pushed on his shoulders, forcing him against the wall behind him as the other man stepped forward. Mike’s entire body felt fevered where it pressed up against Harvey’s, his lips soft and wet as he kissed him. His hands moved across Harvey’s shoulders as the kiss deepened. One came up to wrap around the back of his neck while the other slid down his arm to grasp at his bicep.
“God, Harvey,” Mike said in a shaky voice as he moved from his mouth to work along his jaw. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”
“Tell me.” Harvey’s voice was low and steady and Mike looked up at him with wide eyes. Harvey pushed his hips forward slightly and grinned as Mike’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment at the sensation of their erections rubbing together. “You want this so much, you’ve gotta convince me because this” Harvey moved his hips again, “this is a horrible idea.”
“No it isn’t,” Mike said insistently. “It’s a great fucking idea.” He ran his mouth down the length of Harvey’s neck, using the hand on his head to encourage the other man to tilt the way he wanted. “Although, I normally imagine this happening in your office.”
“And just what have you been imagining happening in my office?” Harvey closed his eyes as Mike titled his head back more to lightly bite at his Adam’s apple.
“Us finally giving into the tension that’s been building for the last couple months.” Mike moved the hand that had been holding Harvey’s bicep up to get tangled in his hair as Harvey’s hands came up to rest on his hips. “Me messing up your perfect fucking hair and finally getting to see your perfect fucking body. Running my tongue down your chest and stomach until I can suck on your per…”
“Shut up,” Harvey snarled, moving quickly to pull his head out of Mike’s grasp and using his hands to force the other man’s mouth to his. Weeks of watching the other man and wanting him despite every brainwave telling him it was wrong finally exploded when their lips met. He curled his hands in Mike’s hair and pulled his head back, his teeth latched onto his bottom lip for a moment longer before he let it go. “You said something about sucking,” Harvey said with a leer. Mike only took a shuddering breath before licking his lips in a way that made Harvey’s cock twitch against the cotton of his shorts.
A shove at Mike’s shoulder was enough to have him on his knees before Harvey could say a word. The blond glanced up at him once before turning his attention to the boxers, leaning forward to run his tongue along the damp patch near the top before using both hands to pull them down. Harvey moaned as Mike licked a stripe up the bottom of his cock, one hand wrapping around the base to hold it steady while the other was braced against Harvey’s thigh, his thumb digging into the crease where thigh meets ass.
Mike’s mouth felt so hot Harvey thought he was going to catch on fire when the other man finally wrapped his lips around the head of his cock.
“God, Mike,” Harvey said, trying not to push forward as the other man slowly worked his mouth down the length of him until Harvey was pressing against the back of his throat. Mike gagged slightly, pulling back for a moment before moving forward again. Harvey curled his fingers into Mike’s hair, moaning out encouragement as the other man continued to work his way up and down. His other hand drifted down to rest lightly on the side of Mike’s face. He ran the tip of his thumb along the other man’s stretched lips, earning himself a groan that vibrated through him all the way to his toes.
“You’re gorgeous,” Harvey said lightly, staring down. “You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this.” Mike looked up at him with watery blue eyes and twirled his tongue along the head of Harvey’s cock as he pulled back. Harvey grunted when the other man moved down again, tightening his hold on Mike’s hair and gently pushing him a bit faster. Mike, ever the fast learner, began moving with earnest, moaning around Harvey.
Harvey felt almost lightheaded with need, his hips moving upwards in jerky thrusts each time Mike pulled back. The blond, for his part, had slipped the hand off of Harvey’s thigh and moved it to caress his balls, rolling them and tugging lightly. It was when he shifted that hand to press his thumb against Harvey’s pucker that the older man felt his orgasm thunder through him. He could only groan out a quick warning, crying out when Mike swallowed around his cock so hard he felt like his brains were leaking a bit.
Mike sat back on his heels as Harvey slipped down the wall in front of him. He looked smug, his mouth tilting in a smirk that was too bruised and swollen for Harvey to do anything but move forward and kiss him. He worked his tongue into Mike’s mouth, tasting himself as he pushed the other man backwards towards the floor. He slipped a hand into Mike’s pajama bottoms and wrapped it firmly around the other man’s cock, thumbing over the slit to spread the precome that was leaking there.
“Unf, yes… please…” Mike moaned, pushing his hips up and thrusting into Harvey’s fist.
“Next time we’re doing this in a bed,” Harvey said into Mike’s ear, leaning down to suck at his neck as he jerked him off with slow, sure movements. Mike nodded quickly, turning his head to the side and biting at Harvey’s lips.
“Just… next time… ok, whatever, just let me come,” Mike begged. Harvey grinned against his lips before speeding up his hand. He twisted his wrist on each upstroke until Mike finally fell to pieces underneath him, coating Harvey’s hand and his pajama pants. Harvey pulled his hand out and ran the tip of his tongue through the mess on his palm, causing Mike to moan and wiggle his hips slightly.
“C’mon,” Harvey said, pushing himself to his feet. He held his clean hand out to Mike but the other man only shook his head.
“Not. Moving.” Harvey grinned down at him, allowing himself a moment to take in his mussed hair and flushed cheeks.
“Now,” he said after a minute, reaching down to grab Mike’s arm and helping the other man to his feet.
“Harvey,” Mike said, grabbing Harvey’s hand as soon as he dropped it from Mike’s arm. The older man looked at him and felt a smile tug at his lips at the soft look at the other man’s face. “Next time, we’re also getting the pizza with the cheese in the crust.”
Harvey laughed, dragging Mike by their clasped hands into the bathroom to clean up before pushing him towards the bedroom.
“I might let you talk me into it.”
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