round five prompt post - CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS
ROUND FIVE IS CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS!
Round Six will open on Thursday, June 14th.
The Holiday Round has been posted here. Please use that any holiday prompts.
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They’d been doing this for a while. Every week Harvey would make an excuse to drag Mike out to eat or just out in general. Donna had stopped giving him all knowing, smug, looks at least like she had the first few weeks. She, of course, knew exactly what he was doing. Mike seemed oblivious though, or at least Harvey thought so, and was obviously putting it up to Harvey just being nice, something he would normally tease Harvey about. But Harvey doesn’t mind the teasing because, though he hates to admit it, he does care. He also cares about getting what he wants, and what he wants is Mike, as terribly selfish as that sounds.
Once Mike’s finished his meal he starts talking again and Harvey makes appropriate comments between his own bites since Mike eats at a speed a human should be incapable of. He asks after dessert, and Harvey gently reprimands him, reminding him he’s still eating and Mike just flushes in embarrassment. Harvey likes when Mike blushes, there’s something terribly innocent about it. For a second he has a flashback to when he told Jessica, to distract, that Mike was a virgin. He wonders than if Mike actually is. He’s never even thought of it before and it does uncomfortably warm things to his insides. As if he wasn’t already Mike will obviously be the ruin of him.
Dessert came and went and Harvey tried to get the idea that Mike is a virgin out of his head. But it’s a persistent little idea and refused to leave quietly. He told himself that, rationally, Mike has surely been with others, man, woman, who cared, he couldn’t be a virgin. Not a guy like him at that age. He tried to recall, as he ate his dessert, Mike ever mentioning boyfriends, or girlfriends. While he didn’t have a memory like Mike it was still pretty good and he honestly couldn’t recall him ever saying anything of them of the sort.
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Harvey rolled his eyes a little, “Why do you think I take you to these types of places Mike? To learn to appreciate the good things in life.”
“But I do,” Mike insisted, “I mean, I appreciate you,” and he smiled widely.
Harvey blinked at him a moment and offered an almost-smile to him, “Get in, I’ll have Ray drive you home,” and he put his hand on Mike’s back to guide him in. His brows arched up when he felt Mike flinch for just a second before moving forward quickly and ducking into the car. Curious, Harvey followed and Ray closed the door after him. “Everything all right Mike?” he asked as Mike buckled himself in and seemed to subconsciously scratch his back and Harvey wondered if the touch had reminded Mike of the scars. That sent a sick amount of pleasure down Harvey’s spine.
He had thought he wasn’t obsessive, but really, Harvey had a bit of an addictive personality. Once he found something to wonder about or do he didn’t stop. He kept his interest carefully in check though. Fast and exotic cars, records, autographed sports paraphernalia, law, attractive men and women, good food, things he could be addicted to comfortably without it spiraling out of control. He’d never figured he’d have a thing for scars though. He’d once slept with a woman who used to cut herself, and while he hadn’t been turned off, they hadn’t excited him either, they’d just been part of the landscape. Mike’s scars were different. For starters they were huge, and for another they were mysterious. Harvey liked to weasel secrets out and figure things out, but he couldn’t figure these out and the thought of the unknown was exciting because it meant he got to do what he did best, figure it out.
“Huh? Yeah, fine,” Mike grinned at him as Ray entered New York traffic. “Just an itch,” his grin turned a bit strained. Bad connection with them probably. He scratched again, as if now that it had been brought up he couldn’t stop. Harvey just watched a moment before reaching over slowly and fitting his hand behind Mike’s back to get the place he looked desperately trying to reach. Like before Mike flinched, though it was barely noticeable like before, Harvey only noticed because he was looking for it now. After that momentary hesitation though Mike seemed to relax a bit. “Uh, thanks,” Mike said awkwardly when Harvey pulled away, flushed again. Harvey just shrugged like it was no big deal.
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Something caught at the corner of Harvey’s eye. “Have a nice night Mr. Ross,” Ray was saying as the door opened. Instinct made him grab Mike as he was about to swing the door open and get out and pull him back into the car. As he did an SUV zoomed past without any worry about what was going on.
“The hell!” Mike yelped, realizing he’d been a second away from a smear on the road and against the car if Harvey hadn’t grabbed him. Not to mention the damn SUV would have torn the door clear off. He looked around wildly, half splayed across the back seat, head barely brushing Harvey’s chest.
“You okay Mike?” Ray called from the front, sounding the only one actually panicked in the entire car.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Mike said patting himself before looking up at Harvey, “Thanks,” he said.
“Clearly without me you would have died by now,” Harvey said giving him a little shove upright and got out sidewalk side and motioned for Mike to follow. “Since you can’t navigate a street,” he as good as ordered and Mike scrambled out of the car. “Need me to make sure you don’t fall up the stairs and hurt yourself?” he asked, only half joking.
Mike opened his mouth, closed it, then said, “I’ve obviously been in greater danger than just walking up to my apartment. But maybe it’s better to be safe than sorry,” and Harvey had to hand it to the kid, that was probably the most interesting way he’d ever been invited up to someone’s apartment, even one as ramshackle as Mike’s.
Harvey leaned into the car’s open door as Ray was getting himself comfortable again after closing Mike’s door. Ray could obviously take care of himself and didn’t need Harvey to make sure he wasn’t run over. “Ray, take it around the block, I’m making sure our princess doesn’t kill himself on the stairs,” he joked and sent Mike a teasing smirk, Mike just made a face at him. Ray chuckled and nodded and Harvey closed the door.
“Princess? Really? What are you six?” Mike asked and bounded up the stairs of his stoop like he was lighter than air. It was a strange sight since usually Mike seemed so heavy footed, so solidly grounded. Yet he seemed to walk on air here. He unlocked his front door and held it open for Harvey.
“What floor are you on again?” Harvey asked looking up the flight of stairs.
“Top floor,” Mike said cheerfully. Harvey did his best not to blanch. Mike’s building was six stories tall.
“You drag your bike up and down these every morning?” Harvey asked, starting up after mike who always seemed half a flight ahead of him. Harvey wasn’t out of shape by any means but even he hated stairs. Mike didn’t even seem to notice them though, he just seemed to float right above them, getting more chipper the higher they went.
“Yep,” he said waiting at the third floor for him. “Tired?”
“Please,” Harvey rolled his eyes, Mike just laughed and continued up to the forth floor. Harvey furrowed his brow trying to figure it out. Mike was usually a pretty cheerful guy, but as they reached the fifth floor he seemed to practically glow and unlike Harvey wasn’t out of breath in the slightest.
They reached the sixth floor and Mike fished out a little silver key and unlocked the knob and deadbolt in his door. “You want some water or something before you go back?” Mike asked before opening his door.
“Yeah, sure,” Harvey could honestly have used it. He wasn’t used to stairs, it was an entirely different workout he wasn’t used to.
Mike opened his door, “Make yourself at home, I’ll get you something,” he said as he held open the door. Harvey walked in expecting a mess, as Mike’s cubicle was rather messy and while amazing his proofing was somewhat chaotic. He was surprised that that wasn’t the case in Mike’s apartment.
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“Here you go,” Mike’s voice startled him slightly and he looked over at Mike who was holding a glass of water for him.
“Thanks,” Harvey said and took it. “Not too bad rookie,” and he motioned to the apartment.
Mike laughed and walked over to his bed and sat on it. Harvey noticed off to the side was a small couch and a TV that was collecting dust. “I like it,” he agreed, toeing off his shoes as Harvey took a sip of his water. “You can sit if you like, it’s kinda weird just having you standing in my apartment,” Mike said with a slight face. Harvey consented to leaning against the kitchen counter, but nothing more.
“I honestly expected something worse from the building,” Harvey took another sip.
“Heh, yeah, everyone says that. I fixed it up though. I like it cause it’s the tallest building in the neighborhood and I get the sun right through my window in the morning,” and then he was hopping out of bed again, somehow having lost his socks. Harvey’s brows rose a little when he saw strange marks around his ankles, as the pants were a bit too short on him.
It was fascinating to watch Mike move around his apartment. At work he always seemed slightly jumpy; happy, but jumpy, always careful like someone was going to find out their secret. He sometimes seemed lost too, like he didn’t know quite what to do with himself and that everything was a new shiny something to poke at an examine, but always with the distanced knowledge that he couldn’t appear too naive about their work or he’d get found out. Here it wasn’t anything like that and he moved around confidently. Like Harvey had noted in the stairs he was light on his feet, floating over to one of the doors and opening it to a closet.
Harvey’s brows went up a little as Mike removed his jacket and put it on a hook before undoing his tie. “Do you own any real ties Mike?” Harvey asked, noting a collection of them hanging from the door.
“Hey, these are fine,” Mike sent him a look.
“Barely,” Harvey snorted and took another drink, casting his eyes around the room before they zeroed back in on Mike who was bustling about. He sort of seemed to have forgotten Harvey was there as he straitened this, and rearranged that and muttered to himself as he took a cutting of flowers (white ones with long speckled petals, Harvey hadn’t noticed them before) out of a vase and threw them into the trash.
“Hey Harvey,” Mike suddenly interrupted his quiet watching, Harvey just gave an acknowledging head nod. “What’s your favorite color?”
Harvey was so floored by the question, which was out of left field, that it took him a few seconds to come up with a responce. “Blue,” he said even though it wasn’t; it was orange. But with Mike staring at him curiously all he could think of was the color of Mike’s eyes, those big dull blue things they were. Mike didn’t have bright cheerful blue eyes like you’d expect someone like him to have, they were muted and pale and like the color of the sky just before rain. Christ he needed to stop, he was starting to sound like a hormonal teenager over their crush.
“Hmmm,” Mike said thoughtfully and tilted his head to the side for a moment, looking curious at the same time before nodding. “Did you want anything else before you left?” he asked and Harvey glanced down, his glass was empty, when had that happened?
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Anytime Harvey and his crush are mentioned, I make a squeal of delight - for the image of Harvey having a goofy crush on Mike is just all sorts of awesome, mhm. That being said, I also love your Mike. I love the little details about him being foreign to people and their habits and objects. It's very charming, and his eyes! I adore Mike having eyes like that
It's rather obvious I'm stalking this fill right? xD
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And I totally agree with the eye parts. Mike's always described as having bright, vibrant, blue eyes. I wanted to go for a different color blue, more like... like muted turquoise~
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when Mike gets cheerier the higher he gets in a building just imagine how euphoric he must be in Harvey's apartment :D
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“Okay,” Mike smiled widely at him. “I’ll see you tomorrow Harvey,” and he walked Harvey the few steps to the door, opening it for him and waving after him as Harvey walked down the stairs from the top floor.
The walk down seemed to take no time at all and he only had to wait a moment before Ray came around the corner and parked in front of the building. He didn’t get out as the traffic was a bit too hectic for it and Harvey just slid into the back seat without complaint and settled back as Ray turned on the blinker to merge into traffic.
Harvey sat back and tried to make his brain just stop. He needed to not think about things sometimes. But alas, it was not so and he kept replaying what had happened in Mike’s apartment over and over again. He’d never ever seen Mike like that in the months (almost a year now) he’d known Mike like that. Maybe when he’d been high it’d been close, that sort of strange uplifting sense where he was invincible. He knew since Mike had started working for the firm he’d moved, so this place was a new place. He wondered what Mike had been like in the other one. Was it the same? Different? It seemed the higher he got off the ground the lighter he became, till he almost seemed to glow and-
Harvey rubbed the bridge of his nose. He really needed to stop with the romantics. It could never work out. Harvey was Mike’s boss for starters. For another he didn’t even know if Mike was interested in him, and even if he was… the entire thing was just bad and could be effortlessly filed as sexual harassment if Mike ever decided it wasn’t fun anymore. Not only that but Mike seemed gun shy. He had no problem dropping trou and changing in front of Harvey (it had only been his pants and Harvey had been trying very hard to not look at how good Mike’s ass had looked in those red briefs of his (which was an entirely different thought process he wasn’t going to have right now)), but he’d freaked when he’d started to take off his shirt. Which was ass backwards if Harvey knew. Harvey didn’t blame him for that of course, those were some nasty scars on his back. But still, gun shy, and if he didn’t want people to see them casually what chance did he have to see them intimately?
None.
He really to just stop thinking about it and move on, worry about something else. Or he would but there was nothing pressing right now. None of his clients had made fools of themselves. There was nothing for him to fix. So for with lack of real things to thing about he was fixated on Mike.
Harvey groaned under his breath and closed his eyes. He could really use a drink.
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My bad on part 8 of UY, apparently it wasn't showing! Second part of this story is in the parent thread and LJ doesn't like links or I'd link it and I dunno what screening means...
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