A Lull in Conversation (1/?)
Title: A Lull in Conversation
Author: fluffygremlin
Pairings: Harvey/Mike, Mike/Trevor (this chapter)
Rating: R
Warnings: none
Word Count: 5,117
Summary: Harvey Specter, third year law student, is too busy focusing on his future to pay any attention to the here and now until one too many happenchance meetings with a blue eyed freshman leave him questioning everything he's ever built himself up to be.
Authors Note: This is an AU
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.
Conversations seemed to lull as a tall brunet entered the bar. His dark shirt was open far enough to hint at a defined collarbone and then rode snug against a firm body. Eyes roamed over his body even as his own focused on a flash of red hair near the bar.
“The Closet, Donna? Seriously?” The man sighed as he settled onto an open barstool.
“Nice to see you too, Harvey. It’s been too long.” The red head flipped her hair over her shoulder as she turned to face the newcomer. He only stared back, the muscle on his jaw tensing as a smirk slowly slid onto her face. “OK, fine. I only get a chance to see you every few weeks. I didn’t feel like spending the few hours you spare on me getting hit on by every man in the bar.”
“And it’s so much better if I’m the one getting hit on.” Harvey motioned to the bartender and ordered a beer as Donna shrugged at him.
“Oh come on. We both know you have tendencies.” Donna nudged him with her elbow. Harvey only grumbled under his breath. “What was that?”
“I said it was one time and that was years ago.”
“It was definitely more than one time and it was last Spring break.” Donna took a dainty sip of her brightly colored drink before turning on Harvey with a wide smile. “How about you order me more alcohol and I’ll help you find the love of your life?”
“How about you owe me three beers just for suggesting this place?” Harvey leaned back slightly on the stool and crossed his arms over his chest. He pointedly ignored the way a skinny blond on Donna’s other side seemed to watch the movement intently.
“How about we call it a draw and you whine at me about law school until I’m drunk enough to dance with you?” Donna held out her hand and Harvey looked at it for a drawn out minute before shaking it firmly.
“Deal.”
‘Drunk enough’ only took two more pink cocktails and Harvey didn’t bother fighting the laugh that bubbled out of him as Donna dragged him onto the flashing dance floor. Bodies pressed all around them and the music thumped so loudly Harvey wondered for a moment if his heart skipped a beat each time the song changed. He moved alongside Donna, smiling as she laughed at the way every seemed to rotate around him.
“You have a fan,” Donna shouted into his ear, coyly winking at a pink haired woman eyeing her as she did so.
“I don’t do lesbians,” he shouted back. Donna rolled her eyes at him before grabbing his shoulders and forcing him to turn around.
“Not the lesbian,” she said, leaning into his back and pointing his head in the right direction. “Cute blond. Tight t-shirt. Needs a shave. ”
“He looks twelve and I’m still not gay.” Harvey turned around again, choosing to focus instead on the sororities girls giggling on the opposite side of the dance floor.
“You like ‘em young,” Donna argued, moving so that she could watch the other man while still glaring at Harvey.
“Young, not pre-pubescent.” Donna opened her mouth to argue and Harvey held up a finger to stop her. “And still not gay.” Donna only shrugged and turned back to the girl with the pink hair.
Harvey wondered, not for the first time, if Donna had some sort of mystical abilities that let her control the people around her like little puppets. It was really the only way to explain the fact that he tripped over his own feet on the way to the restroom later than night and landed right in the arms of the blond in the tight shirt.
“Easy there, Captain.” Harvey righted himself to find thin fingers wrapped around his arms and pale blue eyes smirking at him. He also felt vague dampness seeping through the bottom of his jeans.
“Well that’s not embarrassing at all,” Harvey said, straightening up and brush imaginary lint from his shift front. Blue Eyes followed the movement and it was enough for Harvey’s alcohol-laden brain to focus on before he shook some sense into it.
“Buy me another drink and we can pretend it never happened.” Blue Eyes bit his lip for a moment before it slipped into a proper grin as he held his hand out for Harvey to shake. Harvey is about to give in when he noticed the dark swipe of marker across the top of Blue Eyes’ hand. He took the hand and turned it slightly in the light, running his thumb along the mark and ignoring the way the other man shivered.
“Maybe once you’re legal, kid.” The other man only shrugged as he took his hand back and resumed his lip biting. Harvey grit his teeth and was about to say something foolish when a tall brunet dropped himself against Blue Eyes’ side, drawing his attention away from Harvey with raucous laughter that grated against Harvey’s buzz.
“Dude, you won’t believe how much money I just…” The brunet trailed off when he realized Blue Eyes had turned his attention back to Harvey. He looked Harvey up and down with a narrowed gaze and Harvey met it with practiced indifference. When the man’s hand slid around Blue Eyes’ waist in an obvious show of ownership Harvey only smirked in response.
“Find me once you’re twenty-one, rookie, and I’ll buy you that drink.” Harvey wasn’t sure why he said it but the stinkeye he got from the intruding brunet was well worth it. Blue Eyes’ only smiled brightly as Harvey walked off and the older man caught him pushing the other man away from the corner of his eye as he rounded the corner into the men’s room.
“Jesus, Trev….”
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Mike watched the cocky mystery man disappear before he finally turned and pushed his friend away, earning him a loud laugh.
“Jesus, Trev, was that really necessary?” Trevor only held his hands up in a placating manner before slipping one into his pocket and withdrawing a small baggy full of loose green leaves.
“Why would you need some stuck up grad student when you have me?” Trevor waved the bag slightly in Mike’s face, prompting the other man to grab it and stuff it back into Trevor’s pocket as he glanced around to make sure no one caught his eye in a way that screamed ‘under-cover’.
“For one thing,” Mike said, pointedly moving his friend’s hands off of his own hips, “He probably wouldn’t get me arrested.”
“A little buying and selling weed never hurt anyone, Michael.” Trevor leaned in closer despite Mike’s annoyed huff of protest. “Also, that dude’s so far in the closet he’s the Emperor of Narnia.”
“Okay, one, Narnia had kings. Two,” Mike peeled Trevor’s hands off of his hips again and poked his friend in the chest until he backed up. “Two, it’s ironic in a totally unamusing way to say someone’s in the closet while we’re in a gay bar… called ‘The Closet’. Three, how’s your girlfriend?”
Trevor gaped at him for a minute before taking another step back and crossing his arms with a pout firmly in place.
“Fuck you, I am very amusing.” Mike could only roll his eyes as Trevor tried and then failed not to cracked up. He didn’t fight as his friend grabbed his elbow and began leading him out of the packed bar. “Also, my girlfriend went home for the weekend and told me to, and I quote, ‘Have fun and be safe.’ That means you.”
“You always say the sweetest things,” Mike said snidely as Trevor pulled him through the crush of bodies near the door. He didn’t hide the fact that he was looking for one specific body as they approached the exit and when he turned back Trevor was watching him.
“Wanna go back and find Mr. Smirk?” Trevor looked at him seriously and Mike could only breathe out harshly and tip the edge of his mouth in a half-hearted smile.
“Who needs a stuck up grad student when I have you?” Trevor’s smile is bright if slightly tipsy and Mike pointedly does not look back as he follows him out the door into the night air.
He didn’t think about sleek brown hair as he ruffles his hand through Trevor’s, laughing when his friend pushed him away as they weave back towards their dorm. He didn’t think of thin lips as he watched Trevor wrap his own around a hastily rolled joint. He didn’t think of anything at all as the harsh smoke burned its way into his lungs and slowed down the buzzing in his brain.
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“See, the way I figure it, Jenny is in love with you but won’t do anything because you’re as gay as a two dollar bill.” Trevor paused in his ramblings to gaze forlornly at his empty beer bottle before looking back over at Mike where the other man was lounging against the arm of the couch.
“And here I though she stayed with you because of your winning personality,” Mike said, reaching over to take the bottle from Trevor before the man tossed it to the floor. “Also, there were actually two dollars bills at one point and I’m pretty sure they didn’t have homoerotic tendencies.”
“I love it when you talk all nerdy,” Trevor said with a grin, waggling his eyebrows until Mike finally caved and laughed alongside him. The blond slid down the couch slightly, forcing one foot behind Trevor so that he could stretch out completely.
“I still think you’re an idiot. Jenny and I… we aren’t like that.” Trevor only shrugged and dropped his hand from the back of the couch to rest it on Mike’s knee.
“I wouldn’t mind,” Trevor said slowly. Mike’s eyes were drawn to where the other man’s fingers were pressing into his leg. “You and Jenny.”
“Trevor…” Mike spoke softly, trying to put a warning tone behind the word but the other man didn’t seem to notice as his fingers continued to creep along Mike’s thigh. Trevor continued to speak softly, eyes locked on his hand.
“You can’t say you haven’t thought about it,” he said, shifting slightly so that his fingers could trail higher along the seam of Mike’s jeans before sliding back again. “You even told me about it… that one time… senior year…” Mike tried to regulate his breathing as Trevor’s fingers continued to slip up and down his thigh. His friend’s words crawled over him, low and dark and rough in a way that made Mike’s mouth go dry.
“God,” Trevor chuckled, “we were both so out of it that night. You got hold of some tequila and I talked you into doing body shots and…”
“Don’t.” Mike finally shook himself enough to grab onto Trevor’s hand where it dug into his upper thigh. “Seriously, Trevor. Don’t.”
“Why not, Mikey? Gimme one good reason and I’ll stop.” Trevor leaned towards Mike on the couch, sliding his hand around Mike’s thigh to hold his weight.
“Jenny?” Mike didn’t mean it to be a question. It shouldn’t have been. It should have been an absolute reminder about why giving into weed induced temptations could never end well.
“She knows what we used to get up to in high school.” Trevor raised himself up so that he was over Mike completely, one hand braced on the arm of the couch next to Mike’s head.
“Trev…” Mike bit his lip as Trevor stared down at him. The other’s eyes were bloodshot and the pupils were wide as his breath blew hot across Mike’s face. “I don’t…” Mike took a deep breath and it was enough of a hesitation for Trevor to act. His lips crashed into Mike’s in a way that totally lacked finesse but the weight of him as he lowered himself over Mike’s body more than made up for it.
The hand that wasn’t supporting Trevor was sliding down Mike’s chest before the kiss broke and all Mike could do was press up into it when it came to a rest over the growing bulge in his jeans. He bit at Trevor’s lips harshly, fighting back moans that would only confirm everything Trevor had implied.
It didn’t take long for them both to find a quick and unfulfilling completion, boxers left sticky and uncomfortably damp. Trevor simply pulled back and winked at Mike as the blond sat up slightly and resisted the urge to push the other man away with all of the strength left in him. When Trevor didn’t seem inclined to move off of him completely, Mike simply sighed and settled back against the armrest again. They watched television like that for hours until Mike fell asleep with one hand resting on Trevor’s back and slow burning shame building in his chest.
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Harvey groaned as he opened one eye and found himself look at a perfectly manicured foot just close enough to be blurry. He rolled over with a grumble when the foot moved to poke at his shoulder again.
“You’re drooling on my new rug,” Donna said from somewhere above him. He simply waved her away.
“I don’t drool,” he said before pushing himself to a sitting position. “Why is your couch so small?” His glare turned into a fond smile as Donna set a large mug of coffee on the end table next to his head.
“Stop assigning your own personal short comings to my furniture.” Donna sat on the couch next to where Harvey was occupying floor space, her own coffee cradled to her chest like an infant.
“Are you insinuating that I have some sort of deficiency?” Harvey asked after blowing away the steam from his own mug.
“Oh, I know you have deficiencies, Harvey Specter,” Donna said, glaring down at him. “I also know you were flirting with a cute blond last night.” Harvey only shrugged as his drank his coffee.
“I flirted with several cute blondes last night,” he responded eventually. Donna nudged him with her toe.
“A) We were in a gay bar so none of them count. B) This blond was male,” she elaborated. She huffed out a laugh as she patted Harvey’s back when he choked on his coffee.
“Do we need to have the ‘Harvey isn’t gay’ talk again?” he asked after clearing his throat.
“Except on Spring Break,” Donna interrupted. The redhead didn’t even look contrite when Harvey growled at her.
“Except on Spring Break. One time… ok, more than once, but only in Cabo. To be fair,” he continued, “He was wearing eyeliner the first time we met and sucked cock like a champ.”
“That’s disgusting and I’m going to barf.” Harvey laughed as Donna pushed herself off of the couch and padded barefoot back towards the small kitchen in her apartment.
“Can I have some toast when you’re done?” Harvey chuckled as Donna turned back long enough to arch one delicately plucked eyebrow at him. Twisting his neck until he felt a satisfying pop, he pulled himself up to sit properly on the couch while his oldest friend grumbled about ill-mannered guests. Donna’s prodding about blonds brought blue eyes to mind and he couldn’t help the way his mind drifted for a moment. He forced aside thoughts of slim hips and a firm chest with a shake of his head. The sound of the toaster being put to use was enough to help him push aside any lingering thoughts from the night before.
Donna reappeared, handing over a plate of toast before settling next to him with her feet tucked under her.
“You realize no one would care if you actually were gay, right?” She stared at Harvey over her coffee cup until he finally sighed and set the plate aside.
“My girlfriend would disagree.” Harvey sat back on the couch and crossed his legs with an annoyed look on his face.
“She’s not your girlfriend,” Donna argued. “She’s the woman you have sex with to release stress before tests.”
“I buy her dinner first,” Harvey said before taking a large bite of toast. Donna crinkled up her nose.
“You are a disgusting example of a human being.”
“And still not gay.”
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“What is going on between you and Trevor?” Mike jumped when he realized Jenny was standing behind him in the kitchen.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he insisted, choosing to focus on the sandwich he was making instead of facing his friend.
“Really?” Jenny leaned against the counter beside him, forcing herself into his line of sight. “Because you two haven’t talked all week.”
“We talk…” Mike glanced at Jenny as he scoffed and she merely shook her head.
“No you don’t. Not really.” Mike only shrugged as he picked up his plate and tried to put the conversation behind him only to have Jenny move to block his way. “Mike…”
“There’s nothing going on,” he insisted. “We’ve just both been busy.”
“You weren’t too busy to watch a movie with us last night,” Jenny argued.
“See! We’ve...”
“But…” Jenny interrupted, “but you guys sat on opposite sides of the other room and didn’t say two words to each other aside from asking if anyone wanted popcorn.”
“Popcorn is an important part of movie night.” Mike tried to push past Jenny again only to have her reach out and rest her hand on his chest.
“Mike, seriously…” Mike sighed and stepped back, setting his plate on the counter and crossing his arms over his chest as Jenny continued. “I know you guys have been friends a long time but…” Jenny shrugged. “I’m so afraid that if you two finally have a falling out then I’m going to lose you.”
“Jenny, that’s… that’s not…. This isn’t even a thing...” Mike shook his head even as Jenny continued.
“And it’s the same thing I worry about if Trevor and I ever broke up. I feel like I would lose both of you at the same time.” Jenny looked broken even as Mike reached out to pull her into a firm hug.
“That wouldn’t happen,” he insisted, pressing a light kiss to the top of her head. “It’s not like I’d have to choose.”
“Yes you would,” Jenny said, pulling back to look up into Mike’s eyes. “We both know you would. And I know that no one could ever trump Trevor. No,” she held up a hand to stop Mike’s protesting, “It’s not worth arguing over. I know you love Trevor. So do I… and that’s… okay. I don’t mind sharing him with you.”
“Jenny…” Mike shook his head and closed his eyes against the emotions in Jenny’s face. “Trevor and I, we aren’t…” He took a deep breath and looked down at Jenny. “Things get sour for a few days and then we go back to how we were. It’s just the way we are. Don’t worry, okay? You aren’t losing me anymore than you’re losing him.”
Jenny’s face suddenly lit up and she wrapped her hands around Mike’s wrists.
“Good! That means you’ll go out with me tonight since he decided to go to a study group instead of the date we’d planned.”
“Wait… when did I agree to that?” Mike watched Jenny bounce out of the kitchen, catching a reflection of his confused face in the window before following after her, sandwich left forgotten on the counter.
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Harvey took a deep breath before pushing through the crowded club for the second time in as many weeks. The people all seemed to rotate around him, high heeled and well coifed as only men in dresses could manage. Twice already he had seen a redhead bobbing in the throng only to realize that Donna would kill him if she ever found out he’d mistaken a drag queen for her.
“I hate you,” he grumbled once he finally found her. Donna only shrugged and continued sipping her brightly colored cocktail through a tiny straw. “I could be home studying Federal Pretrial Litigation but instead I’m sitting here surrounded by drag queens and stop smirking at me like that.”
“You’re supposed to be nice to me today, Harvey,” Donna said after finally draining her drink. Harvey bit back the sarcastic comment that popped into his head as he waved down the bartender to order for them both.
“Happy Birthday,” he said softly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her cheek. “For the record, we’re going to a strip club for mine.”
“You wouldn’t be caught dead in a strip club,” Donna shook her head. “Not classy enough.”
“And drag night is classy?”
“These women are all very classy,” Donna said emphatically. “Also, anyone wearing makeup gets in free and the drinks are half priced. Really, I’m doing this for you. You promised me all the drinks my liver could process so I’m only thinking of your wallet. Post script…” Donna leaned in closer and glanced around conspiratorially before stage whispering, “we both know how you feel about eyeliner.”
“I’m leaving.” Harvey stood up and reached for his wallet before Donna grabbed his arm and pulled him close.
“I’m sorry,” she said slowly, “Please don’t go. It’s my birthday and I want to spend it with my oldest friend.” Harvey crossed his arms and looked down at her. “OK, third-oldest and that’s only because I don’t count any girl I went to high school with as a friend. Speaking of blondes you would totally have sex with…” Donna nodded her head towards the end of the bar and Harvey glanced back as he sat down again.
“When were we… Nevermind.” Harvey picked up his beer and drained half of it quickly. “Is this the point where we discuss the fact that lesbians don’t count.”
“It’s drag night,” Donna said with a shrug. “There’s even more straight women here than usual.”
Harvey cocked his head slightly before glancing over his shoulder again. The blonde Donna had mentioned was leaning with her back to the bar, long hair tumbling down behind her as she chatted with a thin man in front of her. Harvey was busy cataloging her attributes when the man she was talking to happened to look his way and Harvey realized he couldn’t stop staring.
The undergrad from the other night was staring back at him, his pale eyes outlined with thick black khol and his lips shiny under the club’s flashing lights. Harvey had to force himself to look away, clearing his throat before downing the rest of his beer without taking a breath. He nearly fell off his stool when Donna set her hand over his.
“Earth to Harvey,” she said seriously. “That blonde is cute but I’m pretty sure she’s taken. Unless she isn’t the one you were looking at…” Donna cocked her head and Harvey could only mimic her.
“I refuse to respond to that on the grounds that I don’t want to.” Donna patted his hand before pulling back.
“What a great lawyer you’ll be,” she said with a serious look on her face. Harvey fought the urge to stick out his tongue and instead looked back over his shoulder as soon as she was distracted.
Blue Eyes was still standing with the blonde woman but he had shifted slightly so that he was leaning against the bar in a way that demanded a person’s eye slide along his chest to the place where his shirt didn’t quite meet his jeans. Harvey tried to focus on the woman beside him but his eyes kept getting drawn back. Instead, he turned back towards Donna and pointedly ignored the knowing look she gave him before ordering another round.
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“Why do I let you talk me into things like this?” Mike questioned, leaning in close to Jenny to better get across how uncomfortable he was at that moment.
“Because Trevor stood me up and you promised to take me out instead.” Jenny smiled up at him brightly as she bobbed back and forth to the beat of the music. Mike only sighed and rubbed the back of his hand. “Oh come on, Mikey,” she said, pulling his arm down and forcing him to turn around. “You look hot and no cover charge. I call that ‘win-win’.”
“I call it me being a sucker.” He leaned against the bar next to Jenny and let his eyes roam around the club. “If Trevor…”
“Oh no you don’t, Michael Ross.” Jenny frowned at him. “No Trevor tonight, for either of us. I am going to get drunk and you are going to protect my virtue and that’s the end of it.” Jenny looked past Mike for a moment before nudging him with her elbow. “Your virtue is totally in your own hands though.”
Mike looked in the direction she was staring and caught the eye of a handsome man with dark hair sitting with a chatty redhead. It took a moment but just as the man looked away Mike realized he was the same man he’d bumped into the week before. The brunet was wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to display toned, tanned arms. Mike didn’t even care that he was staring as he leaned back against the bar more comfortably.
“He’s not my type,” he said, finally turning back to Jenny. The woman only scoffed at him.
“He is exactly your type,” she insisted.
“I bumped into him last week,” Mike explained. “Total douche.”
“So, in other words, totally your type.” Jenny didn’t even bother to hide her grin as Mike glared at her. She merely pulled her lip gloss from her pocket and held it up to him. “Touch up?”
“Next time Trevor is an asshole, I am just leaving you to cry into your pint of ice cream.”
“Next time Trevor is an asshole, I’m kicking him to the curb.” Mike cocked his eyebrow and Jenny sighed. “Fine, I probably won’t… but I can threaten really well.” She flagged down the bartender before downing the last of her drink. “Let’s go, Ross. I didn’t get you that fake ID for nothing.”
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Harvey looked at himself in the dirty bathroom mirror and marveled at the shear amount of glitter that had found its way to his shirt throughout the night. He undid another button on his shirt to placate the alcohol burning through his system and was about to turn and leave when a man entered and caught his eye. Slim hips, tight shirt, and blood-shot eyes rimmed in black. Weighing his options, he gave into the fuzzy feeling in his head and turned around with a smirk already on his lips.
“Spill any drinks lately?” The blond stopped short when he realized that Harvey was addressing him. He glanced around the bathroom before crossing his arms.
“If I remember correctly, you spilled the drink.” Harvey cocked his head to the side, pretending to mull the idea over.
“Nope, I’m pretty sure I decided it was your fault.” He stepped forward, drawn in by blue eyes, and ran a finger over the back of one of the other man’s hands. “I do remember the black slashes across your hands though.”
“I had a birthday?” Blue Eyes responded.
“Are you sure about that?” Harvey took another step forward, forcing Blue Eyes to take a step back.
“Yes,” Blue eyes said, his breath seeming to speed up.
“Really?” Harvey narrowed his eyes slightly before taking another step. “Because you didn’t seem sure.”
“Do you actually care?” Blue eyes asked, standing his ground this time so that Harvey’s chest was brushing against his arms.
“So long as you’re over eighteen? Not really.”
Harvey and Blue Eyes moved at the same time, each reaching for the other as mouths moved in close. Blue Eyes seemed to hesitate at the last moment so Harvey found himself closing the gap, pulling the other man into him as he leaned in for a searing kiss. It was messy and grape flavored and Harvey couldn’t help but groan. He forced the other man to back up until he hit the door and pulled back from the kiss for a moment to catch his breath. The black pencil lining the other man’s eyes seemed to make them glow in the harsh florescent lighting and Harvey gave into the urge to run his thumb over one eyelid, smearing the liner across Blue Eyes’ skin.
“Fuck,” the other man said weakly before threading his hands in Harvey’s hair and forcing their lips back together. Harvey pressed in so their bodies were pressed together, heat and sweat and biting kisses leaving him breathless. Blue Eyes pulled back at that moment and Harvey’s knees nearly buckled when his shimmery lips began tracing across his jaw and down his neck. His hips thrust against the other man of their own volition as teeth brushed over his collarbone.
“Yes,” he hissed when the teeth bit down. He groaned again as they began moving against each other in earnest, matching hard-ons pressing against jeans. When Blue Eyes straightened up to kiss him again, Harvey didn’t even hesitate to slip one hand up the back of his shirt to maintain their pace. It wasn’t until an incessant buzzing at his hip broke through the booze and lust that he remembered where he was and what he was doing.
“Fuck!” he bit out, pulling back. Blue Eyes moved to follow but Harvey pushed him back against the door with one hand as he ran the other through his own messy hair.
“Wha…?” the younger man looked at him questionably, his lips slick and swollen, his eye liner smeared across his cheek.
“Fuck.” Harvey said again, this time with a sigh. “I can’t… I don’t… You’re…” He growled at himself in frustration and turned his back on the other man, walking back to stand near the sinks.
“Right,” Blue Eyes said slowly, “that makes total sense.” Harvey glanced up at him in the mirror and saw the naked hurt on the other man’s face quickly clouded over with anger. “Well, fuck you too.”
With that the blond was out the door. Harvey stared at himself in the mirror for several minutes, ignoring the way his phone continued to buzz in his pocket. He was doing back up the buttons on his shirt when he noticed the souvenir Blue Eyes had left. A reminder by way of bruised skin, red and raw along his collarbone from another man’s beard, smeared with grape gloss. He groaned as his traitorous cock twitched in his boxers and immediately made the decision to drink until Donna had to drag him home.
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Author: fluffygremlin
Pairings: Harvey/Mike, Mike/Trevor (this chapter)
Rating: R
Warnings: none
Word Count: 5,117
Summary: Harvey Specter, third year law student, is too busy focusing on his future to pay any attention to the here and now until one too many happenchance meetings with a blue eyed freshman leave him questioning everything he's ever built himself up to be.
Authors Note: This is an AU
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.
Conversations seemed to lull as a tall brunet entered the bar. His dark shirt was open far enough to hint at a defined collarbone and then rode snug against a firm body. Eyes roamed over his body even as his own focused on a flash of red hair near the bar.
“The Closet, Donna? Seriously?” The man sighed as he settled onto an open barstool.
“Nice to see you too, Harvey. It’s been too long.” The red head flipped her hair over her shoulder as she turned to face the newcomer. He only stared back, the muscle on his jaw tensing as a smirk slowly slid onto her face. “OK, fine. I only get a chance to see you every few weeks. I didn’t feel like spending the few hours you spare on me getting hit on by every man in the bar.”
“And it’s so much better if I’m the one getting hit on.” Harvey motioned to the bartender and ordered a beer as Donna shrugged at him.
“Oh come on. We both know you have tendencies.” Donna nudged him with her elbow. Harvey only grumbled under his breath. “What was that?”
“I said it was one time and that was years ago.”
“It was definitely more than one time and it was last Spring break.” Donna took a dainty sip of her brightly colored drink before turning on Harvey with a wide smile. “How about you order me more alcohol and I’ll help you find the love of your life?”
“How about you owe me three beers just for suggesting this place?” Harvey leaned back slightly on the stool and crossed his arms over his chest. He pointedly ignored the way a skinny blond on Donna’s other side seemed to watch the movement intently.
“How about we call it a draw and you whine at me about law school until I’m drunk enough to dance with you?” Donna held out her hand and Harvey looked at it for a drawn out minute before shaking it firmly.
“Deal.”
‘Drunk enough’ only took two more pink cocktails and Harvey didn’t bother fighting the laugh that bubbled out of him as Donna dragged him onto the flashing dance floor. Bodies pressed all around them and the music thumped so loudly Harvey wondered for a moment if his heart skipped a beat each time the song changed. He moved alongside Donna, smiling as she laughed at the way every seemed to rotate around him.
“You have a fan,” Donna shouted into his ear, coyly winking at a pink haired woman eyeing her as she did so.
“I don’t do lesbians,” he shouted back. Donna rolled her eyes at him before grabbing his shoulders and forcing him to turn around.
“Not the lesbian,” she said, leaning into his back and pointing his head in the right direction. “Cute blond. Tight t-shirt. Needs a shave. ”
“He looks twelve and I’m still not gay.” Harvey turned around again, choosing to focus instead on the sororities girls giggling on the opposite side of the dance floor.
“You like ‘em young,” Donna argued, moving so that she could watch the other man while still glaring at Harvey.
“Young, not pre-pubescent.” Donna opened her mouth to argue and Harvey held up a finger to stop her. “And still not gay.” Donna only shrugged and turned back to the girl with the pink hair.
Harvey wondered, not for the first time, if Donna had some sort of mystical abilities that let her control the people around her like little puppets. It was really the only way to explain the fact that he tripped over his own feet on the way to the restroom later than night and landed right in the arms of the blond in the tight shirt.
“Easy there, Captain.” Harvey righted himself to find thin fingers wrapped around his arms and pale blue eyes smirking at him. He also felt vague dampness seeping through the bottom of his jeans.
“Well that’s not embarrassing at all,” Harvey said, straightening up and brush imaginary lint from his shift front. Blue Eyes followed the movement and it was enough for Harvey’s alcohol-laden brain to focus on before he shook some sense into it.
“Buy me another drink and we can pretend it never happened.” Blue Eyes bit his lip for a moment before it slipped into a proper grin as he held his hand out for Harvey to shake. Harvey is about to give in when he noticed the dark swipe of marker across the top of Blue Eyes’ hand. He took the hand and turned it slightly in the light, running his thumb along the mark and ignoring the way the other man shivered.
“Maybe once you’re legal, kid.” The other man only shrugged as he took his hand back and resumed his lip biting. Harvey grit his teeth and was about to say something foolish when a tall brunet dropped himself against Blue Eyes’ side, drawing his attention away from Harvey with raucous laughter that grated against Harvey’s buzz.
“Dude, you won’t believe how much money I just…” The brunet trailed off when he realized Blue Eyes had turned his attention back to Harvey. He looked Harvey up and down with a narrowed gaze and Harvey met it with practiced indifference. When the man’s hand slid around Blue Eyes’ waist in an obvious show of ownership Harvey only smirked in response.
“Find me once you’re twenty-one, rookie, and I’ll buy you that drink.” Harvey wasn’t sure why he said it but the stinkeye he got from the intruding brunet was well worth it. Blue Eyes’ only smiled brightly as Harvey walked off and the older man caught him pushing the other man away from the corner of his eye as he rounded the corner into the men’s room.
“Jesus, Trev….”
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Mike watched the cocky mystery man disappear before he finally turned and pushed his friend away, earning him a loud laugh.
“Jesus, Trev, was that really necessary?” Trevor only held his hands up in a placating manner before slipping one into his pocket and withdrawing a small baggy full of loose green leaves.
“Why would you need some stuck up grad student when you have me?” Trevor waved the bag slightly in Mike’s face, prompting the other man to grab it and stuff it back into Trevor’s pocket as he glanced around to make sure no one caught his eye in a way that screamed ‘under-cover’.
“For one thing,” Mike said, pointedly moving his friend’s hands off of his own hips, “He probably wouldn’t get me arrested.”
“A little buying and selling weed never hurt anyone, Michael.” Trevor leaned in closer despite Mike’s annoyed huff of protest. “Also, that dude’s so far in the closet he’s the Emperor of Narnia.”
“Okay, one, Narnia had kings. Two,” Mike peeled Trevor’s hands off of his hips again and poked his friend in the chest until he backed up. “Two, it’s ironic in a totally unamusing way to say someone’s in the closet while we’re in a gay bar… called ‘The Closet’. Three, how’s your girlfriend?”
Trevor gaped at him for a minute before taking another step back and crossing his arms with a pout firmly in place.
“Fuck you, I am very amusing.” Mike could only roll his eyes as Trevor tried and then failed not to cracked up. He didn’t fight as his friend grabbed his elbow and began leading him out of the packed bar. “Also, my girlfriend went home for the weekend and told me to, and I quote, ‘Have fun and be safe.’ That means you.”
“You always say the sweetest things,” Mike said snidely as Trevor pulled him through the crush of bodies near the door. He didn’t hide the fact that he was looking for one specific body as they approached the exit and when he turned back Trevor was watching him.
“Wanna go back and find Mr. Smirk?” Trevor looked at him seriously and Mike could only breathe out harshly and tip the edge of his mouth in a half-hearted smile.
“Who needs a stuck up grad student when I have you?” Trevor’s smile is bright if slightly tipsy and Mike pointedly does not look back as he follows him out the door into the night air.
He didn’t think about sleek brown hair as he ruffles his hand through Trevor’s, laughing when his friend pushed him away as they weave back towards their dorm. He didn’t think of thin lips as he watched Trevor wrap his own around a hastily rolled joint. He didn’t think of anything at all as the harsh smoke burned its way into his lungs and slowed down the buzzing in his brain.
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“See, the way I figure it, Jenny is in love with you but won’t do anything because you’re as gay as a two dollar bill.” Trevor paused in his ramblings to gaze forlornly at his empty beer bottle before looking back over at Mike where the other man was lounging against the arm of the couch.
“And here I though she stayed with you because of your winning personality,” Mike said, reaching over to take the bottle from Trevor before the man tossed it to the floor. “Also, there were actually two dollars bills at one point and I’m pretty sure they didn’t have homoerotic tendencies.”
“I love it when you talk all nerdy,” Trevor said with a grin, waggling his eyebrows until Mike finally caved and laughed alongside him. The blond slid down the couch slightly, forcing one foot behind Trevor so that he could stretch out completely.
“I still think you’re an idiot. Jenny and I… we aren’t like that.” Trevor only shrugged and dropped his hand from the back of the couch to rest it on Mike’s knee.
“I wouldn’t mind,” Trevor said slowly. Mike’s eyes were drawn to where the other man’s fingers were pressing into his leg. “You and Jenny.”
“Trevor…” Mike spoke softly, trying to put a warning tone behind the word but the other man didn’t seem to notice as his fingers continued to creep along Mike’s thigh. Trevor continued to speak softly, eyes locked on his hand.
“You can’t say you haven’t thought about it,” he said, shifting slightly so that his fingers could trail higher along the seam of Mike’s jeans before sliding back again. “You even told me about it… that one time… senior year…” Mike tried to regulate his breathing as Trevor’s fingers continued to slip up and down his thigh. His friend’s words crawled over him, low and dark and rough in a way that made Mike’s mouth go dry.
“God,” Trevor chuckled, “we were both so out of it that night. You got hold of some tequila and I talked you into doing body shots and…”
“Don’t.” Mike finally shook himself enough to grab onto Trevor’s hand where it dug into his upper thigh. “Seriously, Trevor. Don’t.”
“Why not, Mikey? Gimme one good reason and I’ll stop.” Trevor leaned towards Mike on the couch, sliding his hand around Mike’s thigh to hold his weight.
“Jenny?” Mike didn’t mean it to be a question. It shouldn’t have been. It should have been an absolute reminder about why giving into weed induced temptations could never end well.
“She knows what we used to get up to in high school.” Trevor raised himself up so that he was over Mike completely, one hand braced on the arm of the couch next to Mike’s head.
“Trev…” Mike bit his lip as Trevor stared down at him. The other’s eyes were bloodshot and the pupils were wide as his breath blew hot across Mike’s face. “I don’t…” Mike took a deep breath and it was enough of a hesitation for Trevor to act. His lips crashed into Mike’s in a way that totally lacked finesse but the weight of him as he lowered himself over Mike’s body more than made up for it.
The hand that wasn’t supporting Trevor was sliding down Mike’s chest before the kiss broke and all Mike could do was press up into it when it came to a rest over the growing bulge in his jeans. He bit at Trevor’s lips harshly, fighting back moans that would only confirm everything Trevor had implied.
It didn’t take long for them both to find a quick and unfulfilling completion, boxers left sticky and uncomfortably damp. Trevor simply pulled back and winked at Mike as the blond sat up slightly and resisted the urge to push the other man away with all of the strength left in him. When Trevor didn’t seem inclined to move off of him completely, Mike simply sighed and settled back against the armrest again. They watched television like that for hours until Mike fell asleep with one hand resting on Trevor’s back and slow burning shame building in his chest.
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Harvey groaned as he opened one eye and found himself look at a perfectly manicured foot just close enough to be blurry. He rolled over with a grumble when the foot moved to poke at his shoulder again.
“You’re drooling on my new rug,” Donna said from somewhere above him. He simply waved her away.
“I don’t drool,” he said before pushing himself to a sitting position. “Why is your couch so small?” His glare turned into a fond smile as Donna set a large mug of coffee on the end table next to his head.
“Stop assigning your own personal short comings to my furniture.” Donna sat on the couch next to where Harvey was occupying floor space, her own coffee cradled to her chest like an infant.
“Are you insinuating that I have some sort of deficiency?” Harvey asked after blowing away the steam from his own mug.
“Oh, I know you have deficiencies, Harvey Specter,” Donna said, glaring down at him. “I also know you were flirting with a cute blond last night.” Harvey only shrugged as his drank his coffee.
“I flirted with several cute blondes last night,” he responded eventually. Donna nudged him with her toe.
“A) We were in a gay bar so none of them count. B) This blond was male,” she elaborated. She huffed out a laugh as she patted Harvey’s back when he choked on his coffee.
“Do we need to have the ‘Harvey isn’t gay’ talk again?” he asked after clearing his throat.
“Except on Spring Break,” Donna interrupted. The redhead didn’t even look contrite when Harvey growled at her.
“Except on Spring Break. One time… ok, more than once, but only in Cabo. To be fair,” he continued, “He was wearing eyeliner the first time we met and sucked cock like a champ.”
“That’s disgusting and I’m going to barf.” Harvey laughed as Donna pushed herself off of the couch and padded barefoot back towards the small kitchen in her apartment.
“Can I have some toast when you’re done?” Harvey chuckled as Donna turned back long enough to arch one delicately plucked eyebrow at him. Twisting his neck until he felt a satisfying pop, he pulled himself up to sit properly on the couch while his oldest friend grumbled about ill-mannered guests. Donna’s prodding about blonds brought blue eyes to mind and he couldn’t help the way his mind drifted for a moment. He forced aside thoughts of slim hips and a firm chest with a shake of his head. The sound of the toaster being put to use was enough to help him push aside any lingering thoughts from the night before.
Donna reappeared, handing over a plate of toast before settling next to him with her feet tucked under her.
“You realize no one would care if you actually were gay, right?” She stared at Harvey over her coffee cup until he finally sighed and set the plate aside.
“My girlfriend would disagree.” Harvey sat back on the couch and crossed his legs with an annoyed look on his face.
“She’s not your girlfriend,” Donna argued. “She’s the woman you have sex with to release stress before tests.”
“I buy her dinner first,” Harvey said before taking a large bite of toast. Donna crinkled up her nose.
“You are a disgusting example of a human being.”
“And still not gay.”
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“What is going on between you and Trevor?” Mike jumped when he realized Jenny was standing behind him in the kitchen.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he insisted, choosing to focus on the sandwich he was making instead of facing his friend.
“Really?” Jenny leaned against the counter beside him, forcing herself into his line of sight. “Because you two haven’t talked all week.”
“We talk…” Mike glanced at Jenny as he scoffed and she merely shook her head.
“No you don’t. Not really.” Mike only shrugged as he picked up his plate and tried to put the conversation behind him only to have Jenny move to block his way. “Mike…”
“There’s nothing going on,” he insisted. “We’ve just both been busy.”
“You weren’t too busy to watch a movie with us last night,” Jenny argued.
“See! We’ve...”
“But…” Jenny interrupted, “but you guys sat on opposite sides of the other room and didn’t say two words to each other aside from asking if anyone wanted popcorn.”
“Popcorn is an important part of movie night.” Mike tried to push past Jenny again only to have her reach out and rest her hand on his chest.
“Mike, seriously…” Mike sighed and stepped back, setting his plate on the counter and crossing his arms over his chest as Jenny continued. “I know you guys have been friends a long time but…” Jenny shrugged. “I’m so afraid that if you two finally have a falling out then I’m going to lose you.”
“Jenny, that’s… that’s not…. This isn’t even a thing...” Mike shook his head even as Jenny continued.
“And it’s the same thing I worry about if Trevor and I ever broke up. I feel like I would lose both of you at the same time.” Jenny looked broken even as Mike reached out to pull her into a firm hug.
“That wouldn’t happen,” he insisted, pressing a light kiss to the top of her head. “It’s not like I’d have to choose.”
“Yes you would,” Jenny said, pulling back to look up into Mike’s eyes. “We both know you would. And I know that no one could ever trump Trevor. No,” she held up a hand to stop Mike’s protesting, “It’s not worth arguing over. I know you love Trevor. So do I… and that’s… okay. I don’t mind sharing him with you.”
“Jenny…” Mike shook his head and closed his eyes against the emotions in Jenny’s face. “Trevor and I, we aren’t…” He took a deep breath and looked down at Jenny. “Things get sour for a few days and then we go back to how we were. It’s just the way we are. Don’t worry, okay? You aren’t losing me anymore than you’re losing him.”
Jenny’s face suddenly lit up and she wrapped her hands around Mike’s wrists.
“Good! That means you’ll go out with me tonight since he decided to go to a study group instead of the date we’d planned.”
“Wait… when did I agree to that?” Mike watched Jenny bounce out of the kitchen, catching a reflection of his confused face in the window before following after her, sandwich left forgotten on the counter.
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Harvey took a deep breath before pushing through the crowded club for the second time in as many weeks. The people all seemed to rotate around him, high heeled and well coifed as only men in dresses could manage. Twice already he had seen a redhead bobbing in the throng only to realize that Donna would kill him if she ever found out he’d mistaken a drag queen for her.
“I hate you,” he grumbled once he finally found her. Donna only shrugged and continued sipping her brightly colored cocktail through a tiny straw. “I could be home studying Federal Pretrial Litigation but instead I’m sitting here surrounded by drag queens and stop smirking at me like that.”
“You’re supposed to be nice to me today, Harvey,” Donna said after finally draining her drink. Harvey bit back the sarcastic comment that popped into his head as he waved down the bartender to order for them both.
“Happy Birthday,” he said softly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her cheek. “For the record, we’re going to a strip club for mine.”
“You wouldn’t be caught dead in a strip club,” Donna shook her head. “Not classy enough.”
“And drag night is classy?”
“These women are all very classy,” Donna said emphatically. “Also, anyone wearing makeup gets in free and the drinks are half priced. Really, I’m doing this for you. You promised me all the drinks my liver could process so I’m only thinking of your wallet. Post script…” Donna leaned in closer and glanced around conspiratorially before stage whispering, “we both know how you feel about eyeliner.”
“I’m leaving.” Harvey stood up and reached for his wallet before Donna grabbed his arm and pulled him close.
“I’m sorry,” she said slowly, “Please don’t go. It’s my birthday and I want to spend it with my oldest friend.” Harvey crossed his arms and looked down at her. “OK, third-oldest and that’s only because I don’t count any girl I went to high school with as a friend. Speaking of blondes you would totally have sex with…” Donna nodded her head towards the end of the bar and Harvey glanced back as he sat down again.
“When were we… Nevermind.” Harvey picked up his beer and drained half of it quickly. “Is this the point where we discuss the fact that lesbians don’t count.”
“It’s drag night,” Donna said with a shrug. “There’s even more straight women here than usual.”
Harvey cocked his head slightly before glancing over his shoulder again. The blonde Donna had mentioned was leaning with her back to the bar, long hair tumbling down behind her as she chatted with a thin man in front of her. Harvey was busy cataloging her attributes when the man she was talking to happened to look his way and Harvey realized he couldn’t stop staring.
The undergrad from the other night was staring back at him, his pale eyes outlined with thick black khol and his lips shiny under the club’s flashing lights. Harvey had to force himself to look away, clearing his throat before downing the rest of his beer without taking a breath. He nearly fell off his stool when Donna set her hand over his.
“Earth to Harvey,” she said seriously. “That blonde is cute but I’m pretty sure she’s taken. Unless she isn’t the one you were looking at…” Donna cocked her head and Harvey could only mimic her.
“I refuse to respond to that on the grounds that I don’t want to.” Donna patted his hand before pulling back.
“What a great lawyer you’ll be,” she said with a serious look on her face. Harvey fought the urge to stick out his tongue and instead looked back over his shoulder as soon as she was distracted.
Blue Eyes was still standing with the blonde woman but he had shifted slightly so that he was leaning against the bar in a way that demanded a person’s eye slide along his chest to the place where his shirt didn’t quite meet his jeans. Harvey tried to focus on the woman beside him but his eyes kept getting drawn back. Instead, he turned back towards Donna and pointedly ignored the knowing look she gave him before ordering another round.
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“Why do I let you talk me into things like this?” Mike questioned, leaning in close to Jenny to better get across how uncomfortable he was at that moment.
“Because Trevor stood me up and you promised to take me out instead.” Jenny smiled up at him brightly as she bobbed back and forth to the beat of the music. Mike only sighed and rubbed the back of his hand. “Oh come on, Mikey,” she said, pulling his arm down and forcing him to turn around. “You look hot and no cover charge. I call that ‘win-win’.”
“I call it me being a sucker.” He leaned against the bar next to Jenny and let his eyes roam around the club. “If Trevor…”
“Oh no you don’t, Michael Ross.” Jenny frowned at him. “No Trevor tonight, for either of us. I am going to get drunk and you are going to protect my virtue and that’s the end of it.” Jenny looked past Mike for a moment before nudging him with her elbow. “Your virtue is totally in your own hands though.”
Mike looked in the direction she was staring and caught the eye of a handsome man with dark hair sitting with a chatty redhead. It took a moment but just as the man looked away Mike realized he was the same man he’d bumped into the week before. The brunet was wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to display toned, tanned arms. Mike didn’t even care that he was staring as he leaned back against the bar more comfortably.
“He’s not my type,” he said, finally turning back to Jenny. The woman only scoffed at him.
“He is exactly your type,” she insisted.
“I bumped into him last week,” Mike explained. “Total douche.”
“So, in other words, totally your type.” Jenny didn’t even bother to hide her grin as Mike glared at her. She merely pulled her lip gloss from her pocket and held it up to him. “Touch up?”
“Next time Trevor is an asshole, I am just leaving you to cry into your pint of ice cream.”
“Next time Trevor is an asshole, I’m kicking him to the curb.” Mike cocked his eyebrow and Jenny sighed. “Fine, I probably won’t… but I can threaten really well.” She flagged down the bartender before downing the last of her drink. “Let’s go, Ross. I didn’t get you that fake ID for nothing.”
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Harvey looked at himself in the dirty bathroom mirror and marveled at the shear amount of glitter that had found its way to his shirt throughout the night. He undid another button on his shirt to placate the alcohol burning through his system and was about to turn and leave when a man entered and caught his eye. Slim hips, tight shirt, and blood-shot eyes rimmed in black. Weighing his options, he gave into the fuzzy feeling in his head and turned around with a smirk already on his lips.
“Spill any drinks lately?” The blond stopped short when he realized that Harvey was addressing him. He glanced around the bathroom before crossing his arms.
“If I remember correctly, you spilled the drink.” Harvey cocked his head to the side, pretending to mull the idea over.
“Nope, I’m pretty sure I decided it was your fault.” He stepped forward, drawn in by blue eyes, and ran a finger over the back of one of the other man’s hands. “I do remember the black slashes across your hands though.”
“I had a birthday?” Blue Eyes responded.
“Are you sure about that?” Harvey took another step forward, forcing Blue Eyes to take a step back.
“Yes,” Blue eyes said, his breath seeming to speed up.
“Really?” Harvey narrowed his eyes slightly before taking another step. “Because you didn’t seem sure.”
“Do you actually care?” Blue eyes asked, standing his ground this time so that Harvey’s chest was brushing against his arms.
“So long as you’re over eighteen? Not really.”
Harvey and Blue Eyes moved at the same time, each reaching for the other as mouths moved in close. Blue Eyes seemed to hesitate at the last moment so Harvey found himself closing the gap, pulling the other man into him as he leaned in for a searing kiss. It was messy and grape flavored and Harvey couldn’t help but groan. He forced the other man to back up until he hit the door and pulled back from the kiss for a moment to catch his breath. The black pencil lining the other man’s eyes seemed to make them glow in the harsh florescent lighting and Harvey gave into the urge to run his thumb over one eyelid, smearing the liner across Blue Eyes’ skin.
“Fuck,” the other man said weakly before threading his hands in Harvey’s hair and forcing their lips back together. Harvey pressed in so their bodies were pressed together, heat and sweat and biting kisses leaving him breathless. Blue Eyes pulled back at that moment and Harvey’s knees nearly buckled when his shimmery lips began tracing across his jaw and down his neck. His hips thrust against the other man of their own volition as teeth brushed over his collarbone.
“Yes,” he hissed when the teeth bit down. He groaned again as they began moving against each other in earnest, matching hard-ons pressing against jeans. When Blue Eyes straightened up to kiss him again, Harvey didn’t even hesitate to slip one hand up the back of his shirt to maintain their pace. It wasn’t until an incessant buzzing at his hip broke through the booze and lust that he remembered where he was and what he was doing.
“Fuck!” he bit out, pulling back. Blue Eyes moved to follow but Harvey pushed him back against the door with one hand as he ran the other through his own messy hair.
“Wha…?” the younger man looked at him questionably, his lips slick and swollen, his eye liner smeared across his cheek.
“Fuck.” Harvey said again, this time with a sigh. “I can’t… I don’t… You’re…” He growled at himself in frustration and turned his back on the other man, walking back to stand near the sinks.
“Right,” Blue Eyes said slowly, “that makes total sense.” Harvey glanced up at him in the mirror and saw the naked hurt on the other man’s face quickly clouded over with anger. “Well, fuck you too.”
With that the blond was out the door. Harvey stared at himself in the mirror for several minutes, ignoring the way his phone continued to buzz in his pocket. He was doing back up the buttons on his shirt when he noticed the souvenir Blue Eyes had left. A reminder by way of bruised skin, red and raw along his collarbone from another man’s beard, smeared with grape gloss. He groaned as his traitorous cock twitched in his boxers and immediately made the decision to drink until Donna had to drag him home.
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