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Fill! - twelve thousand dollar suits (22)

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Mike was woken by hands on his hips, someone pulling his shirt over his head. It tugged at his ears but came off easily enough. When the cool night air hit his naked chest, he shivered and half-opened his eyes.

Harvey was standing over him, face a mask when he reached out with his fingers and put light pressure on the giant bruise that was Mike's whole left side, darkening after the two days. He didn't speak when Mike flinched away, just pressed his lips more tightly together and went for the pants next, trying to undo the button.

Mike pushed his hand away, feeling like shit, but desperately not wanting this to happen.

"Mike, come on," Harvey chided.

"Can't fuck right now," Mike said blearily.

Harvey rolled his eyes. "I wouldn't have guessed." He went for the fly again.

"Can't," Mike protested, and slapped his fingers this time. "Fuck." He closed his eyes and leaned back when the motion made him feel sick to his stomach, like someone had put his limbs through a meat grinder and forced him to eat them.

Harvey hesitated for a few seconds, his hands at a safe distance, then he sighed. "Fine, suit yourself. Just don't complain in the morning when your jeans have cut off your balls."

Mike hummed, giggled because Harvey saying balls was funny. Fingertips brushed his cheek as if by accident, then the footsteps moved towards the door, and the lights went out.

"Harvey?" Mike asked into the darkness. He knew he shouldn't be doing this. He'd just told Harvey he didn't want to fuck. But it was cold and he was no good at being by himself when he was feeling this way.

He didn't want Harvey to go. He said that out loud, then waited, heart beating like a rabbit's against his breastbone.

To his surprise, Harvey returned to the bed. Mike felt the mattress dip under his weight. Harvey's voice was a lot less sharp when he said, "I need to shower and change, okay? I'll be back when I'm done, though, I promise."

Mike hesitated. "You'll sleep here?"

"Hell no," Harvey said. "But I'll sit with you until you're asleep, if that's what you want."

Mike smiled at him through the darkness, hoping Harvey could see.

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The heavy weight across his ribs snuck into his dreams in a not unpleasant way, though Mike couldn't remember any of it when he woke up. He was disoriented until his surroundings dawned on him, a deja vue of sorts since he'd found himself in an not dissimilar situation not that long ago.

The difference this time was the heat along his back, from his neck down to his knees, a body pressed up against his own, with someone's breathing a gentle tickle at the back of his head. Harvey, Mike's brain supplied. He'd promised to stay last night and must have fallen asleep right along with Mike.

His mouth tasted foul, and he was in dire need of a shower, so he tried to get up. It wasn't easy to disentangle himself from Harvey's grip of doom without waking him. Mike only managed because he was so skinny, and because he stuffed one of the big pillows into Harvey's arms to cuddle instead.

Harvey looked younger when asleep. His eyebrows weren't doing the devilish-lawyer impression, and there was a hint of a smile playing on his lips. He was beautiful like this, even though Mike would never have called him that to his face. He wanted to touch, but couldn't quite bring himself to. Instead, he turned to the door and left for his shower.

He vaguely remembered something about jeans, about pushing Harvey away from them, and he groaned when he inspected himself in the mirror. They had cut off his blood supply to his lower body some, shooting painful tingles up and down Mike's legs once they were off. He didn't remember this many purpling bruises all over his body when he'd last looked, but the light in his own bathroom was not nearly as good as in Harvey's.

Mike turned away from his reflection, not quite ready to look himself in the eye, and climbed under the water spray. He would have jerked off to the image of Harvey not just beside, but inside him, all night; how they could wake up to lazy sex in the morning. But he was still feeling sick enough that he couldn't get it up even at that thought. The vague flashback to someone giving him a handjob last night didn't make him feel any better.