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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... )
Mike hit the stop button on his DVD player. His sides ached from laughing. He had no clue why Harvey liked this stupid TV show so much, but he had to watch it because every good lawyer did his research.
What did you get your rich boyfriend for his birthday when he could buy anything he wanted?
You gave him the best birthday sex ever, that's what.
And, given that once Harvey had let it slip that he was a secret Trekkie and began quoting Kirk all the time, Mike figured that Harvey imagined himself as Kirk more than once.
So he'd queued up some original series episodes and went online to buy an overpriced, but authentic-looking costume order. Luckily, he'd picked up Harvey's dry-cleaning enough that he knew all his measurements. And he was going to offer Harvey the nerdiest, best role-playing sex of his life.
He hoped. Lord only knew what Harvey might have requested from a lover in the past, but Mike suspected he was going to be the first one Harvey did something like this with. After all, Harvey was big on appearances.
Something he was reminded of when he came into work one morning with his hair dyed black. He was stared at, then yelled at.
"We don't hire emo-punk hipsters at this firm," Harvey berated him. "What's this going to look like to our clients? Or a judge? What were you thinking? Are you getting high again?"
"It was just a bet I lost, okay?" Mike lied. "It'll wash out in a few days. And I don't look like an emo-punk hipster."
He really didn't. Granted, he liked his blond hair better, but he'd styled this dark hair very neatly. It wasn't as if he'd shown up with gelled spikes or anything.
"It better. Now if you're done wasting my time by doing something that requires me to lecture you, get out of my office and start on that paperwork that I know is on your desk."
Well, that had gone about as well as he could have hoped.
It took almost half of his paycheck for that month, but by the next night, Harvey's birthday night, Mike had his bedroom apartment decorated with ridiculous lights, a chess set, and weird, shiny red sheets with a gold shirt, black pants and black boots on the bed.
Of course, all that research and decorating was the easy part. Convincing Harvey to actually come over to his place was the real challenge.
"We are not spending my birthday in your dumpy apartment," Harvey told him flatly.
Mike sighed. "You know, if you paid me more, I might be able to afford a place that is worthy of your esteemed presence."
Harvey cracked a grin. "Predictable, albeit fair retort. However, I already made reservations at the hotel that has my favorite room service."
"Restaurant delivery services will bring great food to my apartment, you know. Besides, will we really be doing that much eating anyway?" Mike asked suggestively.
"You get cranky if you go three hours without eating."
Mike ignored him. "Look, I have a surprise all set up for you, okay? So just fucking come over to my apartment for just one night, will you?"
Harvey's eyes narrowed. "If this is a surprise party, I'm not just breaking up with you, I'm firing you, too."
"It's not a surprise party!" Mike huffed. "I promise. Can you just cooperate for once?"
"All right," Harvey finally agreed. "But if your mattress is lumpy, I'm not staying the night."
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