Fandom: Suits. Title: I Do?

Apr 28, 2012 13:34

Title: I Do?
Pairing: Mike/Harvey and past Mike/Jenny
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: AU. A sort of AU!Fusion with the film The Proposal
Summary: "I can't do this, I can not marry you," insisted Mike.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Beta: N/A
Author's Notes: This is written from Mike's POV, but is still in third person, so apologies if it jumps a bit. I am working on Harvey's POV at the moment and will have it posted as quickly as I can. Written for This prompt on thesuits_meme and for cs_whitewolf who gave me The Proposal for my birthday. Trailer for The Proposal is here.
AO3 for it all in one part.

Part 1, Part 2



The house was packed as Mike stepped inside, Harvey following him, it seemed everyone had come to his welcome home party. It wasn't like he'd been gone that long, just a few years. The meeting with his parents had gone smoothly enough, Harvey had been his charming self and both his mother and grandmother had been won over.

“It seems your family really know how to host a party, Mike,” commented Harvey.

“Yeah well I haven't exactly been home in a while,” snapped Mike, the flight had been long and he could feel fatigue starting to claw at him.

“Your boss not give you time off puppy?” Harvey said.

“As a matter of fact, no he didn't,” Mike sighed, noticing that they were getting some unwanted attention from people passing by. “Look can we just stop this fighting, we're suppose to be in love, not arguing like we can't stand each other.”

“Most couples fight Mike,” pointed out Harvey.

“Not all couples,” replied Mike, wondering just what type of couples Harvey was use to. “Look just pretend okay, at least until we are in private.”

“Okay,”

“Good.”

Mike waited a extra few seconds to see if Harvey would say anything else before he headed into the other room. He might have been tired and frustrated (mainly with Harvey) but he still had to mingle with people. Show his thanks for them all coming out to welcome him home, not that the place really felt like home any more. Mike had left shortly after his father had died and he had told himself he would never come back to live there. Then he'd joined up with Trevor and things had gone downhill, until Harvey.

Taking a glass from a passing waiting, he all but walked into Trevor. There were a few tense moments before Trevor offered his hand, clearly wanting some kind of truce, or so Mike hoped. He accepted, he hated not being able to talk to his oldest friend.

“So Mike, still 'working' for Harvey?” Trevor asked.

“Really, man, you're going to go with that?” Mike answered, he really didn't want to get into another fight.

“Nah am just kidding',” replied Trevor. “But seriously you brought him up here to meet your family? What's with that?”

“That's a complicated story,” replied Mike, glancing back to where Harvey was talking to one of his old school teachers. “Enough about Harvey, how has my family been?”

Mike hated that he hadn't been able to see them more, but Harvey had made him keep insane hours and he was lucky if he was awake enough at the end of the day to phone them.

“Truthfully? They could use you here Mike, I mean I'm helping best I can, but they want you,” explained Trevor quietly.

Mike ran a hand through his hair, that wasn't what he'd wanted to hear, “I'm not staying here, Trevor, what I'm doing with Harvey is good work, am helping people,” replied Mike.

“No you're playing at being a lawyer. Nobody is going to be helped when they find out what you did, or didn't do,” whispered Trevor sharply.

“No one is going to find out though!”

“They might, besides your family want you here, they might not say it, but they do. You can do good here Mike,”

“I can't Trevor, sorry. Harvey has given me a chance, am not going to screw it up, again,” Mike's voice had risen slightly, yes he wanted to help his family. Yet his memories of the past weren't always good ones.

“No you'd sooner just screw your way to the top,” snapped Trevor, finally loosing patience with Mike.

Mike couldn't quite believe that Trevor had said that, he had never even considered doing anything like that to get what he wanted. “I am not sleeping with Harvey nor have I been, but if you really must know we're getting married.”

“W-what?”

“You heard me, I'm engaged to Harvey.”

He didn't give Trevor a chance to respond as he pushed past him. Clearly things weren't ever going to be the same between them, too much had happened and trying to get back what they'd had was just wishful thinking. The anger slowly faded and Mike realised that maybe that was what everyone was thinking, that he'd brought his boss out to his family's home just because he was sleeping with him. Like Harvey was his meal ticket. There was only one thing for it, he had to make the announcement, before Trevor could make up some rumour or he lost his nerve. Mike had told Harvey that he was going to be the one to tell his family, when he thought it was the right time and now was as good as time as any.

“Excuse me,” he tapped the side of his half empty glass. “Excuse me everyone, I have an announcement to make,” the whole room fell silent. “As many of you probably don't already know, I'm getting married to Harvey.”

There was a moment where no one spoke and Mike could see every single person in the room just staring at him, like he'd lost his mind, which really wouldn't surprise him if he had. The silence seemed to go on forever before one person broke out into applause, quickly followed by everyone else.

“Harvey? Harvey why don't you come on over here,” called Mike, feeling awkward stood there on his own. He tried to ignore the glare that Harvey was giving him, even if it was the worse one he'd seen on Harvey's face in a long time.

Yes he knew that Harvey could have probably done it better, with much more suave than himself. But this was his family and Mike would not let anyone lie to them, well anyone other than himself that was. As Harvey approached him, Mike realised that he felt less stressed now, less like he was hiding himself away. Not that they had been doing anything other than working together and there was actually nothing to hide.

Once Harvey was stood next to him, Mike looped an arm around Harvey's waist, just like Harvey had done in front of Jessica, before whispering, “Could you at least smile and pretend you're deliriously happy? Instead of looking like you want to kill me.”

It was strange for Mike to be taking the lead on the situation, normally he'd be following Harvey, it was kind of exhilarating. He could see why Harvey loved being the best, it was like a head rush. It also meant that he could at least control some of the situation, instead of just following and being bribed into doing things.

“I'm smiling on the inside, kid,” Harvey replied.

“When did this happen?” Mike's mother asked.

“Uh... a little while ago, we weren't going to say anything at first, but,” Mike shrugged as he let the sentence trail off. Anything he could say would just sound a little too cheesy and maybe push the thing into unbelievable instead of believable.

“You should have said something, Michael, we could have had a proper celebration for you.”

Trust his Grammy to see the announcement as a cause for a bigger celebration, his family always liked hosting a party for some reason or another. That seemed to be what everyone was waiting for, as Mike suddenly found himself being pulled in to hugs from different people.

The whole situation was rather amusing if he was honest with himself and the image of the great Harvey Spectre being tugged into a hug by his grandmother was going to stay with him for a very long time. Laughing quietly Mike turned to the next person to congratulate him and stopped short at seeing who it was, he didn't think Jenny would be there after everything that had happened between the two of them.

Mike stood frozen in place before he was pulled into a hug, his arms wrapping around her of their own accord, like nothing had changed between them. It felt good to be back in her arms and he held on just a little longer than was necessary.

“Jenny, what are doing here?” he asked, finally pulling away.

“Your mum invited me and so did Trevor. It's good to see you Mike, really good,” replied Jenny.

“It's good to see you too,” Mike said, before noticing that Harvey had made his way over to them. “Jenny this is Harvey, Harvey, Jenny.” He couldn't actually recall if they had ever been introduced properly or not, and since he was going to marry the man, it seemed only right that he did so now.

“Your Mike's - uh - partner, it's nice to meet you,” Jenny replied, shaking Harvey's hand.

“It's a pleasure to meet you too Jenny. How long have you known Mike?” asked Harvey.

Mike tried to subtly shake his head at Jenny, she didn't need to tell Harvey about their past, he still wanted something to remain private.

Except it seemed that he was being completely ignored as she answered the question. “I've known Mike for almost as long as Trevor has, we use to go out.”

Great that was it, finally all his secrets had been revealed, he resisted the urge to bang his head against the wall. Mike just knew that once they were on their own Harvey would ask him about Jenny, maybe even demand to know why he was going through with this sham if he was so obviously straight? The truth was he didn't know himself and wouldn't be able to give Harvey the answers he would want.

“Oh that's nice,” replied Harvey, like it was the least nicest thing he'd ever been told.

“So how did you two meet?” asked Jenny sweetly.

This time Mike didn't even bother to hide the glare he sent at her, there were only four people that knew how he'd met Harvey; himself, Harvey, Trevor and Jenny. He had no plans to tell that particular story to anyone else, no one else needed to know.

“Yeah Mike, tell us how you two met or better yet who proposed to who?” came Trevor’s voice, just on the wrong side of loud so he caught everyone's attention.

“We've had a long flight and the story isn't really that exciting,” Mike replied.

“Nonsense Michael,” came his Grammy's voice. He had forgotten that they were still playing up to an audience. “You can tell a lot about a man by the way he proposes. So tell the story Michael, how did Harvey here propose?”

“What makes you think that I didn't propose?” asked Mike.

Clearly people believed Harvey to be able to do anything and assumed he'd just follow obediently. If anyone had any idea of their partner-ship they wouldn't assume everything was Harvey's doing. Okay so maybe it had been Harvey's quick thinking that meant they were getting married in the first place, but that was besides the point.

“Well did you?” asked his Grammy.

“We both did, together,” interrupted Harvey, before he started to make up some story of how they'd met. “Mike had been leaving hints for the better part of two weeks,”

“Not that you picked up on a single one of them of course,” put in Mike, like he was actually hurt that Harvey hadn’t noticed him.

“No I got what they meant, I always knew that was what you wanted Mike. Settle down have a family,” replied Harvey.

“With you, not that Harvey believed me of course,” Mike was definitely getting into the story telling now. Plus it was a game between himself and Harvey to see who could come up with the better story line.

“There was a disagreement, we didn't speak for days. Until Mike here,”

“I left a series of notes for Harvey to follow,” Mike said, noticing that they had everyone's attention. Really if being a lawyer didn't work out he'd go into writing books, this was far too much fun.

“I followed them, expecting to find Mike with someone else,”

“Very insecure,” staged whispered Mike.

Harvey just glared at his associate before continuing on, “Instead I find him stood in the middle of the most expensive hotel room, lights dimmed and am sure there were rose petals on the bed. Despite neither of us liking roses and he told me to ask him. So I did.”

Mike just stared at Harvey, he knew the other man was good at spinning a tale when it suited him but that was brilliant, he could almost imagine exactly what the scene had looked like. The dimly lit room, the notes that had been left, heck he could even imagine the argument, so he couldn't ignore the small twist of emptiness in his stomach when he remembered; none of it was true. It was all fake, and nothing like that was going to happen, ever.

“Kiss!” someone called from the back of the small crowd that had gathered.

It wasn't until the shout that Mike realised just how long he'd been staring at Harvey and how close they were stood together. They'd clearly gotten caught up in the story telling and had somehow moved closer together, not that Mike minded of course. If it helped sell the illusion of how in love they were meant to be he was all for it.

Shaking his head Mike replied, “No I don't think so.” Why did people always want more?

“Go on Michael it's only family here, give your fiancée a kiss,” insisted his grandmother. Really she had no concerns what so ever about public display of affections.

“Yeah Mike give your fiancée a kiss,” whispered Harvey.

Really the whole place was just conspiring against him, he nodded his head in agreement, this hadn't been part of the deal and he could feel how uneasy the situation was becoming. He'd never thought of Harvey like that before and now he had to kiss him like they'd been doing it for months. There was a moment where Mike was sure that he'd slipped into some kind of alternate universe, he was sure there was another him out there that wasn't going through this right now.

Turning so that he was facing Harvey, this was not going to end well, he put his hands on Harvey's shoulders and leaning forward gave him the briefest kiss he could manage. It lasted just long enough that he hoped would satisfy the crowd and short enough that he hadn't embarrassed himself. Except the chaste kiss had him feeling like he was buzzing, like a slice of electricity had passed through him.

“That wasn't a proper kiss Michael,” complained his Grammy. “Kiss your man properly Michael or I will.”

Laughing Mike just shook his head, trust his Grammy to try to blackmail him, it was just so typically her. “Okay, okay.” He couldn't deny her anything.

There was no backing down this time, no chance for just a quick kiss, and no where to run to. Mike just looked at Harvey trying to read if there was any discomfort, but as usual he couldn't read Harvey's face. Mike might have been a genius with collecting knowledge but he really wasn’t so good at reading people.

So he moved in again, a bit slower this time, before he found himself once again kissing Harvey. The rush of electricity that had ran through him from the first kiss, was all consuming at the second kiss, it was like being on fire. He felt Harvey's hands go to his hips pulling him closer, as his own hands found their way to the back of Harvey's neck. It didn’t surprise him that Harvey kissed him with as much passion and enthusiasm that he used when he was close to winning a case. It was incredible.

What did surprise him though was how actually - freaking - caring the kiss was and Mike found himself getting lost in the sensation. Finally pulling away Mike kept his eyes closed - not entirely sure when he'd actually closed them - just living in the rush that came from being kissed by Harvey. It was intoxicating and pretty damn addictive.

There was a clearing of someone's throat before Mike pulled away, folding his arms across his chest, closing himself off, everyone had asked for a show and that's what he'd given them. Nothing more and nothing less. It was just what everyone expected of him, after all he was meant to be marrying Harvey, he would have had to kiss him at some point. Mike just hadn’t expected it to be like that, it was a shock to the system.

“I'll show you to your room,” spoke up his mother.

Mike just nodded before following his mother and grandmother out of the room, neither he nor Harvey spoke as they were led through the house, not that Mike needed to be led anywhere. He knew the house like the back of his hand, he knew all the short cuts, which doors squeaked and which didn't. As the door to the second master bedroom was opened, Mike realised just how tense the silence was and he couldn't help giving his mother and grammy a hug.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“For what Michael?” his Grammy asked.

“For the welcome home party,” he replied, pulling away.

“Of course, honey,” his mother said. “Now there's extra blankets in the cupboard if you get cold and towels already in the bathroom for you.”

“Thank you Mrs Ross,” Harvey said, ever the charmer.

“Please call me, Janet, you are family after all,” she replied. “We'll leave you to unpack and get settled in. Night.”

“Night,” Mike and Harvey said in union.

Mike waited a full ten minutes before moving, he knew his grandmother could come back just to wish him a good night again. Thankfully she didn't and he found himself relaxing slightly, well as much as possible with Harvey staring at his back. Really if the man was any less subtle about his staring there would be a neon sign hanging around his neck, Mike just smiled as he put his bag on the bed. Harvey being not-subtle shouldn't amuse him as much as it did.

“Why are you staring at me?” Mike asked, finally getting irritated with the silence.

“There is only one bed Mike,” pointed out Harvey.

“Yeah my family don't believe for a second that we don't share a bed,” especially after that kiss.

“Where do you plan to sleep?” asked Harvey.

Frowning Mike stopped unpacking and turned to face Harvey, “In the bed, why?”

“I am not sharing a bed, Mike.”

“What? You have to be kidding me, Harvey, we need to act couply for this to work. You do remember that yes?” snapped Mike, this was his house and he was going to sleep somewhere comfortable.

“Out there we have to, behind closed doors we don't,” pointed out Harvey. “This isn't a proper relationship Michael, you remember that don't you?”

“Fine, fine you can have the bed,” Mike retorted, dumping his bag on the floor.

He was so stupid, he felt like Harvey had just kicked him, he knew that kiss was fake. So damn fake. Yet as he made a make shift bed on the floor he couldn't help that small flicker of hurt flooding through him, he shouldn't have expected anything less from his Boss. There would be no more kissing for them, no matter who asked for it, it was just better that way, for him at least. Closing the blinds Mike tried to get comfortable on the hard floor, needless to say that sleep was a long time coming for him.

au, multi-parter, fandom: suits, slash, complete, rating: pg-13

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