[Suits] Discoveries
Discoveries
Harvey/Mike | PG, 834 words
Written for this prompt at suitsmeme. One day my life won't revolve around kink memes. One day.
"And how do I know you're not going to screw me?" the man is saying, thick black eyebrows squished together in the centre (or maybe that's how they normally look).
"Harvey Specter doesn't sc-" Mike's voice cuts and he shivers. "Fuck," he mumbles as Harvey's hand snaps away from his neck.
That's when shit gets kind of pear-shaped.
The man picks up his briefcase and leaves the room looking disgusted, and Mike melts in his seat a little. "God, I'm sorry," Mike says. "But what were you doing?"
"Y-your collar was flipped at the back?" he responds in question, voice somewhere between pissed that they've lost the client and also exceedingly confused as to what just happened. "Did I-- What?"
"Um, my neck is really sensitive?" Mike offers, fussing with his collar and making sure it's perfect.
Harvey blinks. "Really?" He reaches out curiously and Mike shoves his hand away.
"Really."
"I'm just saying, that in this case, it would really work to your benefit to at least pretend like you care about her. She's been through so much with-- ah," Mike cuts off, breath catching as Harvey brushes fingers over the back of his neck. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries not to think about the contact, tries not to think of Harvey's fingers dancing over his skin, light and teasing. "--with her, fuck, with her husband and she doesn't -- nng -- need another man to--"
"God you really are serious," Harvey says, smirking as he pulls his hand away.
Mike whimpers before he can catch himself and Harvey's eyebrows jump ever closer to his hairline. "Look, she doesn't need another man to come into her life and fuck her over, so if you'll just--"
Harvey trails his fingers down the side of Mike's neck, hand coming to rest with his thumb just behind Mike's ear and fingers wrapped around to the back. He squeezes lightly, obviously supremely entertained with the whole situation, and Mike would be angry with him if he could manage anything other than arousal right now. Which he can't. He needs to get Harvey to stop but--
The worst thing about Harvey's new fascination with his neck, is that Harvey finds it hilarious to fuck around with Mike when all Mike is trying to do is learn how to fill out some stupid forms for him. He hasn't quite managed to stop Rachel in the hall, but she's at least listening to him, sort of, and as he tags along behind her, he's thinking up multiple ways to bribe her into helping him. Er, not bribe, convince of, um, something good.
But it doesn't go exactly as planned (not that it was really planned), because all Harvey has to do is walk behind him and lightly drag his nails through the hair at the base of Mike's skull, and Mike's If-you-help-me-learn-how-to's turn into something more akin to Hnngfkfkfffuuuck.
Rachel's eyes go wide and she stops, finally, but not for the reasons he wants, but when she turns to look at him, Harvey is already gone -- maybe that's a good thing -- so he just looks insane. Maybe he can claim Tourette's or something.
Probably not.
Harvey is standing behind him. Harvey is definitely fucking standing behind him, and Mike pointedly tugs his collar up to cover his neck and keeps working at the computer.
"I need you to stay back tonight," Harvey says. "We might be able to get that client with the caterpillar eyebrows after all."
"Okay," Mike replies and doesn't turn around, but Harvey leaves without another word.
He breathes a sigh a relief and folds his collar back down. Safe.
Or.
So he thought.
Because Harvey quickly ducks back and takes the opportunity to touch Mike's neck before Mike can get away. Ah, god, childish little fuck.
The office is dark and completely silent. Mike is sitting on the couch in Harvey's office, waiting patiently for instruction, while Harvey just sits at his desk clicking his pen.
"The client?" Mike finally asks.
"Who?"
Great. He gets up and walks to Harvey's side. "The one you were talking about earlier? No? Why am I here, Harvey."
Harvey motions for him to lean down so he can whisper, and Mike ignores it. Harvey sighs and grips Mike's tie and tugs him forward. "Why are you here, Mike?" he asks, breath ghosting over Mike's ear and neck.
Mike all but falls into his lap. "You tell... me?" he tries, but it comes out weak and not at all like what he'd been aiming for, but then Harvey puts his lips to Mike's neck and drags his tongue from base to jawline and Mike kind of forgets about talking.
Definitely forgets about talking.
Harvey pulls at his tie again so Mike really does straddle his lap, and nips at the base of his neck. Honestly, if Harvey doesn't stop really soon this is going to--
Harvey's spare hand unbuckles Mike's belt.
Oh. Okay.
Harvey/Mike | PG, 834 words
Written for this prompt at suitsmeme. One day my life won't revolve around kink memes. One day.
"And how do I know you're not going to screw me?" the man is saying, thick black eyebrows squished together in the centre (or maybe that's how they normally look).
"Harvey Specter doesn't sc-" Mike's voice cuts and he shivers. "Fuck," he mumbles as Harvey's hand snaps away from his neck.
That's when shit gets kind of pear-shaped.
The man picks up his briefcase and leaves the room looking disgusted, and Mike melts in his seat a little. "God, I'm sorry," Mike says. "But what were you doing?"
"Y-your collar was flipped at the back?" he responds in question, voice somewhere between pissed that they've lost the client and also exceedingly confused as to what just happened. "Did I-- What?"
"Um, my neck is really sensitive?" Mike offers, fussing with his collar and making sure it's perfect.
Harvey blinks. "Really?" He reaches out curiously and Mike shoves his hand away.
"Really."
"I'm just saying, that in this case, it would really work to your benefit to at least pretend like you care about her. She's been through so much with-- ah," Mike cuts off, breath catching as Harvey brushes fingers over the back of his neck. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries not to think about the contact, tries not to think of Harvey's fingers dancing over his skin, light and teasing. "--with her, fuck, with her husband and she doesn't -- nng -- need another man to--"
"God you really are serious," Harvey says, smirking as he pulls his hand away.
Mike whimpers before he can catch himself and Harvey's eyebrows jump ever closer to his hairline. "Look, she doesn't need another man to come into her life and fuck her over, so if you'll just--"
Harvey trails his fingers down the side of Mike's neck, hand coming to rest with his thumb just behind Mike's ear and fingers wrapped around to the back. He squeezes lightly, obviously supremely entertained with the whole situation, and Mike would be angry with him if he could manage anything other than arousal right now. Which he can't. He needs to get Harvey to stop but--
The worst thing about Harvey's new fascination with his neck, is that Harvey finds it hilarious to fuck around with Mike when all Mike is trying to do is learn how to fill out some stupid forms for him. He hasn't quite managed to stop Rachel in the hall, but she's at least listening to him, sort of, and as he tags along behind her, he's thinking up multiple ways to bribe her into helping him. Er, not bribe, convince of, um, something good.
But it doesn't go exactly as planned (not that it was really planned), because all Harvey has to do is walk behind him and lightly drag his nails through the hair at the base of Mike's skull, and Mike's If-you-help-me-learn-how-to's turn into something more akin to Hnngfkfkfffuuuck.
Rachel's eyes go wide and she stops, finally, but not for the reasons he wants, but when she turns to look at him, Harvey is already gone -- maybe that's a good thing -- so he just looks insane. Maybe he can claim Tourette's or something.
Probably not.
Harvey is standing behind him. Harvey is definitely fucking standing behind him, and Mike pointedly tugs his collar up to cover his neck and keeps working at the computer.
"I need you to stay back tonight," Harvey says. "We might be able to get that client with the caterpillar eyebrows after all."
"Okay," Mike replies and doesn't turn around, but Harvey leaves without another word.
He breathes a sigh a relief and folds his collar back down. Safe.
Or.
So he thought.
Because Harvey quickly ducks back and takes the opportunity to touch Mike's neck before Mike can get away. Ah, god, childish little fuck.
The office is dark and completely silent. Mike is sitting on the couch in Harvey's office, waiting patiently for instruction, while Harvey just sits at his desk clicking his pen.
"The client?" Mike finally asks.
"Who?"
Great. He gets up and walks to Harvey's side. "The one you were talking about earlier? No? Why am I here, Harvey."
Harvey motions for him to lean down so he can whisper, and Mike ignores it. Harvey sighs and grips Mike's tie and tugs him forward. "Why are you here, Mike?" he asks, breath ghosting over Mike's ear and neck.
Mike all but falls into his lap. "You tell... me?" he tries, but it comes out weak and not at all like what he'd been aiming for, but then Harvey puts his lips to Mike's neck and drags his tongue from base to jawline and Mike kind of forgets about talking.
Definitely forgets about talking.
Harvey pulls at his tie again so Mike really does straddle his lap, and nips at the base of his neck. Honestly, if Harvey doesn't stop really soon this is going to--
Harvey's spare hand unbuckles Mike's belt.
Oh. Okay.