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New rounds will open at suits_meme.
Round One is officially closed. Round Two will open on Wednesday morning. Feel free to continue posting fills.
Refer to the Rules before posting a prompt.
Direct any of your concerns to the Mod Post.
I'll be archiving prompts (both ( Read more... )
Simon shows up at Mike’s apartment five hours later at 6 AM, looking contrite. Mike’s surprised that he has sobered up so quickly. He wouldn’t even have opened the door, except Simon has a folder of notes that fell out of his bag-when Simon was beating the shit out of him-and Mike needs those for Harvey when he goes into the office.
Mike takes the folder from him.
“Go away,” he says, trying to shut the door, “just leave me alone,” but Simon pushes his way into the apartment.
“I’m so sorry, baby,” Simon pleads, heeling the door closed behind them. “I told you, I had a really bad day at work-and I just wanted to come home to you and forget about everything, but then all you could talk about was work and your stupid boss, and I was just so pissed off, you know?”
“And this what you do to me?” Mike shoots back, pointing to the bruise on his left cheekbone that’s already beginning to show. “You beat the crap out of me just because you’re pissed off, is this how it’s going to be?”
“No, no, that’s not what I meant,” Simon quickly says, moving forward and taking Mike by the shoulders. Mike shrugs his hands off but Simon persists until Mike steps back and finds himself fetched up against a wall.
Simon crowds closer, trapping him there.
“What do you want me to say, Michael? I already said I’m sorry. I was upset because we lost the client and you know I hate losing, it brings out the worst in me.” Simon lowers his voice to a murmur. “I never meant to hurt you, you know that. I don’t want to lose you.” He strokes a finger lightly over the bruise; Mike flinches. “I’m so sorry, baby. I really am.”
Simon leans closer and brushes a kiss lightly against Mike’s lips.
Mike closes his eyes. He has always had trouble cutting people loose, even when they let him down, even when they hurt him. His grandma called him out on it, but Mike still doesn’t know how to start letting go. What he does know is that guys like Simon-like Harvey- gorgeous, successful, confident men who can have anyone they want without even trying, they don’t notice scrawny, geeky guys like him. It just doesn’t happen.
“Don’t get high like that again,” Mike finally whispers. Simon is nodding before Mike finishes the sentence.
“I promise,” Simon breathes, and then he’s kissing Mike, pressing him up against the wall. Mike hisses in pain as the bruises on his body protest, but Simon just shushes him and slides his tongue into Mike’s mouth. His hands begin wandering over Mike’s body, under his T-shirt, and then he starts pushing down Mike’s boxers-
“Simon,” Mike tenses, but Simon just whispers shhh into his ear and flips him around, his hands groping for Mike’s entrance. Mike holds still as Simon fucks him slowly against the wall, and when it’s over Simon turns him around again and cups Mike’s face in his hands.
“You’re so beautiful to me,” Simon whispers, kissing him deeply, and Mike can’t imagine this is the same man who hit him just five hours ago.
Simon gives Mike a ride to work and Mike goes in with his head ducked and makes a beeline for Rachel’s office, where he mumbles some lie and asks her to lend him something to hide the bruise on his face, which has turned a livid shade of red.
“You walked into a door?” Rachel repeats.
“It wasn’t in my own place,” Mike tells her. At least that part was true.
“Penthouses probably have a lot of doors, yes?” Rachel says; off Mike’s look, she adds, “Yes, Mike, I finally saw him when he dropped you off this morning. I was at the crosswalk just around the corner.”
Mike averts his gaze. “Oh.”
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