Two Suits Drabbles for Slashthedrabble And One Suits/White Collar Crossover
I wrote a few Suits drabbles for slashthedrabble's Prompt #300: TV Tropes. Each are primarily Mike Ross/Harvey Specter. The first two feature issues of consent to varying degrees.
Title: take care of you
Fandom: Suits
Pairing: Mike Ross/Harvey Specter
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 500
Trope: Sex for Services
Summary: "So, what, are you Julia Roberts now?"
It‘s not dirty. Harvey doesn’t make him do it. They’ve never talked about it, but if Mike ever said, ‘No, Harvey, I want to stop,’ he’s pretty sure Harvey wouldn’t do an asshole thing like fire him.
There are only four things that Harvey makes Mike do: his best on the job; his best to keep their secret; his best to avoid Trevor, and his best not to use drugs. He also has sex with Mike about twice a week, but that’s different; that’s not a condition of Mike’s employment, that just… is. And Mike enjoys it. Harvey made the first move; took Mike out for drinks, to celebrate Mike’s first day on the job, then told Mike to get in a cab with him and told the driver to drive them back to his place.
‘Come on up, kid,’ he told Mike when the cabbie stopped in front of his building. And as soon as they were standing in Harvey’s penthouse, he lay one hand on either side of Mike’s face and leaned in and kissed him. His fingers were working the buttons of Mike’s shirt by the time Mike woke up enough to kiss back.
And Mike could have stopped it - at any point. He could have told Harvey he had no interest in sleeping with his new boss, the first time Harvey let him come up for air; he could have stayed in the cab or not got in it at all. He could have insisted on going home alone after the bar, or he could have bowed out on getting drunk and uninhibited with the guy he’s been oggling in his three-piece suits since the first time Mike saw him.
But Mike didn’t do any of those things. His breath caught when Harvey’s lips touched his, and he started pushing Harvey’s suit coat off his shoulders as Harvey helped him out of his shirt.
‘Easy, tiger,’ Harvey chuckled. ‘This isn’t J. Crew you’re man-handling.’ Mike could have pretended he didn’t find Harvey’s superior smirk somehow incredibly sexy, but he just licked his lips and waited as Harvey carefully stripped out of each piece of his expensive suit and set them aside. Mike was naked by then, Harvey’s eyes on him the whole time Harvey undressed.
Mike felt… exposed. And, okay, a little dirty. And more turned on than he’s ever been.
“So, what, are you Julia Roberts all of a sudden?” Trevor asks, the one time they discuss it. “I’m just saying, man. This whole thing smacks of Pretty Woman.”
Mike denies it, but the night Harvey’s found out that Mike talked to Trevor recently, he is unusually… fierce in bed. He actually sorta growls as he tells Mike not to do it again. Mike has bruises on his hips and thighs the next morning, and as he considers Harvey’s “Or else” of last night’s ’conversation’… He presses on one bruise, shivers, and thinks that there are worse roles he could have been cast in.
[end.]
Title: you have that sharp, useless look about you
Fandom: Suits
Pairing: Mike Ross/Harvey Specter, Mike Ross/Luis Litt
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 500
Trope: The Scarpia Ultimatum
Summary: "What do you say, Ross? Wanna be one of my prize ponies?" (Pretty Woman!AU)
He wasn’t expecting it. That was mistake number one.
‘Always expect the worst from people, Mikey.’ Trevor’s told him too many times. ‘Cause usually the worst is all you’re gonna get.’ Trevor’s showed Mike that too many times. Mike wouldn’t even be in this mess if it weren’t for Trevor. Except-
Maybe Mike was starting to think that this was a reason to forgive and forget. If Trevor hadn’t set Mike up with that shady john, Mike wouldn’t have ended up going home with the john’s crazy lawyer. And if Mike hadn’t gone home with Harvey when he did… He wouldn’t be working for Harvey’s firm now. Real work he doesn’t have to do on his knees or his back, making real money. Living a real life; one he doesn’t have to hang his head in shame and lie about when he visits his grandmother.
Mistake number two was forgetting - before he walked into Luis’s office and saw Luis smile, entirely too pleased with himself - that good things don’t just happen. They have to be paid for. And so what if Mike’s still having sex with Harvey? Sex with Harvey has never felt like business. More like a perk.
Sex with Luis, on the other hand…
Oh, yeah. Mike is going to pay for his new life. And he has no one to blame for himself if he doesn’t like it.
He can’t blame Harvey; not after the initial, unpleasant shock passes.
‘Oh, yeah. He told me about you two. Your little… arrangement,’ Luis gloated. ‘And when I threatened to go to Jessica, he promised to cut me in on the deal. What? He’s already risking his career, taking his piece of ass to work with him. You think he’d flush it completely down the toilet just to keep that ass all to himself?’
Mike can’t even blame Luis, for taking advantage of an opportunity where one has presented itself. Though, he would have appreciated it if Luis hadn’t resurrected his “prize pony” metaphor, complete with disturbing references to how Luis plans to “ride” Mike like a champion.
Mike certainly can’t turn Luis down. Whether or not Harvey really did agree to “cut Luis in” on their ’arrangement’, Harvey’s done so much for Mike… That can’t all have been for nothing.
Mike pays his dues. Lets Luis do what he wants. Goes home and tries to scrub away the shame he thought he’d gotten over feeling a long time ago. He even cries over the phone to Trevor for a while, lets Trevor dust off his gentle, compassionate side, to get all of the touchy-feely crap out of his system.
It would be a mistake to ask Harvey, ‘Did you? Did you really sell me to Luis for his silence?’ Mike knows he should expect the worst out of people. But with Harvey…
Maybe Mike was starting to think that he could hope for something more.
He’s not ready to give that up yet. Even if he’s wrong.
[end.]
Title: you and I are such similar creatures
Fandom: Suits/White Collar
Pairing: Mike/Harvey/Donna, Neal/Peter
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Trope: Oblivious to Love
Summary: "You're crazy." "I'm crazy? You think that my handler and his wife are in love with me, but I am the crazy one?" (Character Switch!AU)
In a way, things go back to the way they were before Mike went to prison and Neal started hanging out with the wrong kind of people. Somehow, Mike manages to secure a nicer place to live, in his first twenty-four hours outside of FBI custody, than Neal has in his last four years as a free man. Neal still insists on riding his bike over to Mike’s place rather than letting Mike pay for cab fare, and Mike still insists on pairing one of his pricey wines with the take-out Neal brought over in greasy cartons inside his messenger bag.
Mike still raises a brow at Neal’s jeans and skinny tie and Neal still mocks Mike’s tailored suits and his old-fashioned hats.
Not everything is the same, though, and that much is obvious when Neal shows up one day dressed as nicely as Mike ever has. He blushes as Mike woof whistles and insists, “It’s just for the office. Peter made me go to his tailor. He said he was tired of showing up in court with a walking Gap ad.” Mike laughs and laughs.
Then there’s the cheap beer that starts showing up in Mike’s fridge. The day Mike knows who won the latest Rangers game without having to Google it. The strand of red hair that Neal plucks from Mike’s sweater, and instead of grinning lasciviously, Mike just smiles and says, “Oh, yeah. I had Donna over for lunch.”
Neal is, at first, understandably concerned. Harvey Specter is the only man ever to have caught Mike in a con. He sent Mike to prison. Twice. Mike is out and working for the FBI as a criminal consultant on Specter’s discretion, and-
“You’re having lunch dates with Specter‘s wife?”
Then Neal meets the man. He sees the way Harvey looks at his best friend, and decides that maybe it isn’t so tragic that Mike is a lovesick puppy when he talks about Harvey’s wife.
The thing is, Mike doesn’t see the way Harvey looks at him. Or else he’s doing his damned best to pretend that he doesn’t. And he keeps changing the subject to some imaginary thing he senses between Neal and Peter whenever Neal brings it up.
“You’re crazy,” Neal says.
“I’m crazy?” Mike is incredulous. “You think my handler and his wife are in love with me, but I’m the crazy one?”
“Absolutely.”
Peter is just Neal’s boss, Neal persists. He doesn’t care about Neal - he’s said so himself. Peter Burke only cares about himself and what Hughes would do to his place in the firm if word got out that Peter had helped Neal become an associate without a law degree. He isn’t jealous of Neal’s friend, Alex. He just knows that Alex is a bad influence on Neal.
Mike agrees to disagree.
They both wait for the day they will get to say ’I told you so’, and when it comes they celebrate with Neal’s take-out Chinese and Mike’s bottle of Dom.
[end.]
Title: take care of you
Fandom: Suits
Pairing: Mike Ross/Harvey Specter
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 500
Trope: Sex for Services
Summary: "So, what, are you Julia Roberts now?"
It‘s not dirty. Harvey doesn’t make him do it. They’ve never talked about it, but if Mike ever said, ‘No, Harvey, I want to stop,’ he’s pretty sure Harvey wouldn’t do an asshole thing like fire him.
There are only four things that Harvey makes Mike do: his best on the job; his best to keep their secret; his best to avoid Trevor, and his best not to use drugs. He also has sex with Mike about twice a week, but that’s different; that’s not a condition of Mike’s employment, that just… is. And Mike enjoys it. Harvey made the first move; took Mike out for drinks, to celebrate Mike’s first day on the job, then told Mike to get in a cab with him and told the driver to drive them back to his place.
‘Come on up, kid,’ he told Mike when the cabbie stopped in front of his building. And as soon as they were standing in Harvey’s penthouse, he lay one hand on either side of Mike’s face and leaned in and kissed him. His fingers were working the buttons of Mike’s shirt by the time Mike woke up enough to kiss back.
And Mike could have stopped it - at any point. He could have told Harvey he had no interest in sleeping with his new boss, the first time Harvey let him come up for air; he could have stayed in the cab or not got in it at all. He could have insisted on going home alone after the bar, or he could have bowed out on getting drunk and uninhibited with the guy he’s been oggling in his three-piece suits since the first time Mike saw him.
But Mike didn’t do any of those things. His breath caught when Harvey’s lips touched his, and he started pushing Harvey’s suit coat off his shoulders as Harvey helped him out of his shirt.
‘Easy, tiger,’ Harvey chuckled. ‘This isn’t J. Crew you’re man-handling.’ Mike could have pretended he didn’t find Harvey’s superior smirk somehow incredibly sexy, but he just licked his lips and waited as Harvey carefully stripped out of each piece of his expensive suit and set them aside. Mike was naked by then, Harvey’s eyes on him the whole time Harvey undressed.
Mike felt… exposed. And, okay, a little dirty. And more turned on than he’s ever been.
“So, what, are you Julia Roberts all of a sudden?” Trevor asks, the one time they discuss it. “I’m just saying, man. This whole thing smacks of Pretty Woman.”
Mike denies it, but the night Harvey’s found out that Mike talked to Trevor recently, he is unusually… fierce in bed. He actually sorta growls as he tells Mike not to do it again. Mike has bruises on his hips and thighs the next morning, and as he considers Harvey’s “Or else” of last night’s ’conversation’… He presses on one bruise, shivers, and thinks that there are worse roles he could have been cast in.
[end.]
Title: you have that sharp, useless look about you
Fandom: Suits
Pairing: Mike Ross/Harvey Specter, Mike Ross/Luis Litt
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 500
Trope: The Scarpia Ultimatum
Summary: "What do you say, Ross? Wanna be one of my prize ponies?" (Pretty Woman!AU)
He wasn’t expecting it. That was mistake number one.
‘Always expect the worst from people, Mikey.’ Trevor’s told him too many times. ‘Cause usually the worst is all you’re gonna get.’ Trevor’s showed Mike that too many times. Mike wouldn’t even be in this mess if it weren’t for Trevor. Except-
Maybe Mike was starting to think that this was a reason to forgive and forget. If Trevor hadn’t set Mike up with that shady john, Mike wouldn’t have ended up going home with the john’s crazy lawyer. And if Mike hadn’t gone home with Harvey when he did… He wouldn’t be working for Harvey’s firm now. Real work he doesn’t have to do on his knees or his back, making real money. Living a real life; one he doesn’t have to hang his head in shame and lie about when he visits his grandmother.
Mistake number two was forgetting - before he walked into Luis’s office and saw Luis smile, entirely too pleased with himself - that good things don’t just happen. They have to be paid for. And so what if Mike’s still having sex with Harvey? Sex with Harvey has never felt like business. More like a perk.
Sex with Luis, on the other hand…
Oh, yeah. Mike is going to pay for his new life. And he has no one to blame for himself if he doesn’t like it.
He can’t blame Harvey; not after the initial, unpleasant shock passes.
‘Oh, yeah. He told me about you two. Your little… arrangement,’ Luis gloated. ‘And when I threatened to go to Jessica, he promised to cut me in on the deal. What? He’s already risking his career, taking his piece of ass to work with him. You think he’d flush it completely down the toilet just to keep that ass all to himself?’
Mike can’t even blame Luis, for taking advantage of an opportunity where one has presented itself. Though, he would have appreciated it if Luis hadn’t resurrected his “prize pony” metaphor, complete with disturbing references to how Luis plans to “ride” Mike like a champion.
Mike certainly can’t turn Luis down. Whether or not Harvey really did agree to “cut Luis in” on their ’arrangement’, Harvey’s done so much for Mike… That can’t all have been for nothing.
Mike pays his dues. Lets Luis do what he wants. Goes home and tries to scrub away the shame he thought he’d gotten over feeling a long time ago. He even cries over the phone to Trevor for a while, lets Trevor dust off his gentle, compassionate side, to get all of the touchy-feely crap out of his system.
It would be a mistake to ask Harvey, ‘Did you? Did you really sell me to Luis for his silence?’ Mike knows he should expect the worst out of people. But with Harvey…
Maybe Mike was starting to think that he could hope for something more.
He’s not ready to give that up yet. Even if he’s wrong.
[end.]
Title: you and I are such similar creatures
Fandom: Suits/White Collar
Pairing: Mike/Harvey/Donna, Neal/Peter
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Trope: Oblivious to Love
Summary: "You're crazy." "I'm crazy? You think that my handler and his wife are in love with me, but I am the crazy one?" (Character Switch!AU)
In a way, things go back to the way they were before Mike went to prison and Neal started hanging out with the wrong kind of people. Somehow, Mike manages to secure a nicer place to live, in his first twenty-four hours outside of FBI custody, than Neal has in his last four years as a free man. Neal still insists on riding his bike over to Mike’s place rather than letting Mike pay for cab fare, and Mike still insists on pairing one of his pricey wines with the take-out Neal brought over in greasy cartons inside his messenger bag.
Mike still raises a brow at Neal’s jeans and skinny tie and Neal still mocks Mike’s tailored suits and his old-fashioned hats.
Not everything is the same, though, and that much is obvious when Neal shows up one day dressed as nicely as Mike ever has. He blushes as Mike woof whistles and insists, “It’s just for the office. Peter made me go to his tailor. He said he was tired of showing up in court with a walking Gap ad.” Mike laughs and laughs.
Then there’s the cheap beer that starts showing up in Mike’s fridge. The day Mike knows who won the latest Rangers game without having to Google it. The strand of red hair that Neal plucks from Mike’s sweater, and instead of grinning lasciviously, Mike just smiles and says, “Oh, yeah. I had Donna over for lunch.”
Neal is, at first, understandably concerned. Harvey Specter is the only man ever to have caught Mike in a con. He sent Mike to prison. Twice. Mike is out and working for the FBI as a criminal consultant on Specter’s discretion, and-
“You’re having lunch dates with Specter‘s wife?”
Then Neal meets the man. He sees the way Harvey looks at his best friend, and decides that maybe it isn’t so tragic that Mike is a lovesick puppy when he talks about Harvey’s wife.
The thing is, Mike doesn’t see the way Harvey looks at him. Or else he’s doing his damned best to pretend that he doesn’t. And he keeps changing the subject to some imaginary thing he senses between Neal and Peter whenever Neal brings it up.
“You’re crazy,” Neal says.
“I’m crazy?” Mike is incredulous. “You think my handler and his wife are in love with me, but I’m the crazy one?”
“Absolutely.”
Peter is just Neal’s boss, Neal persists. He doesn’t care about Neal - he’s said so himself. Peter Burke only cares about himself and what Hughes would do to his place in the firm if word got out that Peter had helped Neal become an associate without a law degree. He isn’t jealous of Neal’s friend, Alex. He just knows that Alex is a bad influence on Neal.
Mike agrees to disagree.
They both wait for the day they will get to say ’I told you so’, and when it comes they celebrate with Neal’s take-out Chinese and Mike’s bottle of Dom.
[end.]