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New rounds will open at suits_meme Round Two now has an overflow post, all new fills should be posted there. Incomplete fills can still be posted here.
Round Two is officially closed. Round Three will open on Sunday. Feel free to continue posting fills.
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Mike stands in the middle of his bare apartment in utter confusion and bafflement. He pulls his bag over his head and glances around one more time and has the ridiculous thought that he may have just walked into the wrong apartment. He's been working hard and not getting enough sleep so it wouldn't be totally out there to think he's actually gone into the wrong place but his key fit the lock and he knows he can't be hallucinating.
He walks further into the space, the floor squeaking under his shoes and then a small pink post-it catches his eye because it's literally the only thing left in the room. He leans down to where it's been placed on the floor and glances quickly at it, his face curling into annoyance as he reads 'Want to see your stuff? Come to mine.'
Mike screws up the post-it in his hand and feels a surge of anger ripple through his body at the idea his partner has actually taken everything out of his apartment whilst he was at work. He curses and mutters a few insults under his breath before striding out of the apartment, grabbing his helmet and heading over to where his stuff is being held hostage.
He bangs five times on the door loudly before Harvey opens it, looking casual and smug in a plain t-shirt.
“Where are my things?”
Harvey smirks that irritating smirk that makes Mike want to slap him at the same time as arousing him intensely. The door opens wider and he sees his things scattered about the main living room area, all in their place on shelves or tables. His stuff doesn't really look in keeping with the luxurious surroundings but he finds himself slightly less angry as he wanders inside.
“Wasn't this a bit presumptuous?” Mike snaps, his blue eyes finding Harvey's.
“Not really. I hate your place and it's too small for someone who's earning your kind of salary. You're welcome, by the way.”
Mike gives him a small outraged look as Harvey shuts the front door and walks over to him, slipping his arms around his small waist. Mike tries to shrug out of his grip, annoyance still whirling around his body and making him tense, but it's difficult when Harvey pulls him tighter and kisses his forehead once.
“I just want you to be happy,” Harvey murmurs in his ear in a rare moment of emotion.
“Yeah? Well, I would have liked to be consulted before you did this.”
Harveys smirks again and steps back, freeing him, and crosses his arms over his chest. “I thought it was romantic.”
“It's not.”
“Not even a tiny bit?” Harvey asks, an eyebrow raised like he's finding this whole thing endlessly amusing. Mike cracks slightly at the look on his face, his shoulders sagging as he notices his favourite rug laid out in the small hallway to Harvey's bedroom.
“You know what? I've been working since 7am this morning and I'm out of energy to deal with whatever this whole thing is and that in your twisted brain, this is supposed to be romantic. I'm going to bed.”
Harvey grabs his hand and squeezes it. “I love it when you're cranky.”
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Harvey just lets out a smile and drags Mike behind him as they head for the bedroom. As Mike's feet step onto the plush rug from his old apartment, he realises he'll just have to deal and lets out a small laugh when Harvey tries to push him bodily into the bedroom.
“Eager.”
“Don't want you falling asleep again. A man's ego can only take so much,” he murmurs softly as he pulls Mike's shirt off him and undoes his pants quickly. Mike puts a hand on Harvey's shoulder to steady himself as he steps out of them and lets Harvey fling them across the room before crowding him up against the wall and kissing him deeply, Mike tilting his head up as Harvey's hand curls possessively around the back of his head, his thumb moving in circles.
“Bed,” Harvey murmurs in a low authoritative voice which was one of the factors that contributed to the first time they slept together. Mike turns, stepping out of his boxer shorts and looks at the bed where his old comforter is spread over the expensive one Harvey owns.
“That doesn't really go,” Mike says critically, cocking his head to the side as he feels Harvey press up against him from behind, his arms going around his waist and his chin resting on his shoulder.
“I know. I'll take it off tomorrow, just wanted you to think I'm making an effort,” Harvey says before giving Mike's neck a quick kiss and shoving him down onto the bed. Mike lies back and cocks his knee as he waggles his eyebrows playfully. Harvey tries to get out of his clothes as quickly as he can.
“Any time this year old man,” Mike says, inspecting his finger nails casually. He lets out a small yell when his body is suddenly pressed down into the bed by a very naked Harvey, who starts rubbing their cocks together slowly, like he does have all the time in the world.
“For that little comment I think I'll give you double the work tomorrow,” Harvey mutters darkly into his ear, his breath hitching slightly as he ruts against Mike a little faster.
Mike just lets out a small laugh before wrapping his hand around the back of Harvey's head and turning it so their lips meet in a deep, slow kiss that makes his toes curl. Mike's hands go to rub up and down Harvey's back slowly, every now and again gripping tightly as they continue to move against one another faster and faster, impatience over taking everything else. Harvey sits up slightly and leans across to the night stand, grabs the lube and quickly spreads it over one hand before reaching down. Mike lets out a small huff of breath, his bottom lip going between his teeth as he feels Harvey's hand slowly jack them off with long, just tight enough strokes. His hands go back to Harvey's back and he clings desperately as a few moans slip past his lips as Harvey buries his nose in the crook of his neck and moves both their bodies and his hand a little faster.
Mike bites his lip tighter when Harvey's hand stops for a second to cup his balls and give them a squeeze but then the delicious friction is back and he rubs against Harvey's cock and into his hand as fast as he possible can, pleasure overtaking him as he buries his fingernails into Harvey's back. It only takes a few more seconds before he's coming, his back arching as he releases a long, loud moan that fills the quiet room. He hears Harvey go 'uh' a few times against his neck before he feels his body go still, his breath coming out shakily as he comes too, his hips continuing to thrust weakly as he moves through it.
Harvey rolls off him to the side and his face screws up as he glances at the mess of lube and come smeared across his hand.
Mike just presses his whole body against his side, throws an arm over Harvey's chest and lets out a small hum of contentment.
The End
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I adored this thank you sooo much. <3
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