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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“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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