Watching You, Watching Me
Title: Watching You, Watching Me
Fandom: Suits
Characters: Harvey, Mike, Gregory
Ship: Harvey/Mike (est. relationship)
Warnings: slash, smut, exhibitionism, voyeurism
AN: Welp, this took forever and a decade to write. It is also my first foray into the smut-writing world. It is also far past my bedtime now. I really need to stop posting at three in the morning.
Ross made this too damn easy.
He hadn’t even been planning on messing with him today, but this opportunity was just too good to resist. He had been going to get some water when he had seen Ross leaving a conference room by the elevators.
The first thing that he noticed was that it was one of their non-glass conference rooms. Those were usually reserved for high-profile (and discreet) clients. He felt a surge of jealousy well up. What made Mike Ross so great of an associate that he got to work with Harvey Specter and all of the high-profile clients that came with him? He had been working there for almost a year and hadn’t even gotten his own case yet. Not even a damn pro-bono.
So, yeah, he was jealous. Jealous that Mike Ross was the name on the partner’s lips and not his. That that rookie had gotten farther in three months than he had in a year. And this opportunity was just too good to pass up. He knew that if Ross had just left, then there was no one in the room. Even he wouldn’t dare leave if there were a client in there. And if there were no client in there, then Harvey wouldn’t be in there. And knowing Mike, he had forgotten something in the room. He always forgot something.
He waited until Ross had disappeared around the corner to slip into the room, undetected.
It didn’t take long to find what he had so carelessly forgotten. The briefs were just sitting there on the table. This was just too easy. Snorting to himself, he reordered the pages in all of the folders. There. It wouldn’t be enough to actually lose the firm anything like a big client (he cared too much about the firm, and his job, for that); it would just be really embarrassing for Mike to not be able to find anything. He’d look totally unprepared to everyone.
He was putting the folders back in place when he heard the voices from outside the door. Of course, that was the only way to get into and out of the room. He looked around frantically for someplace to hide. It would not be good to be caught here. Spotting another door, he made a mad dash for it and just barely made it before the door opened.
For the first time in his tenure at Pearson Hardman, Gregory was grateful for the overhead projector storage room. Yes, it was obsolete and dusty and generally useless, but right now it sure was a very useful place to have on hand. He quickly ducked into the annex as Mike and Mr. Specter entered the room.
“What have I told you about that phone?” Mr. Specter griped.
“Not to answer it when I’m with a client. Which I’m not.”
“No, but you will be soon.”
“And you’d be right, if I hadn’t just checked my phone. Client’s running late. There was some kind of crisis at work. He asked us if we could push back the meeting an hour.”
“Why’d he message you then?”
“Because obviously he likes me better.”
He could just see the way Mr. Specter’s eyebrow would raise, even from his hiding place on the other side of the room.
“Your phone’s probably still on silent. He probably sent you a message too,” he sighed. It was a good thing he found himself amusing. No one else seemed to.
There was a brief puff of air as someone sat down in one of the plush office chairs.
“So now we have an hour to do whatever we want until our client shows up,” Ross commented almost suggestively (?). O-kay. That was just weird.
If Mr. Specter thought something was off about it, he definitely wasn’t letting it show.
“Some of us actually have to read something more than once to remember it all,” Mr. Specter groused, pulling a folder towards him.
He heard the sounds of papers being turned and jostled. With any luck it meant that they’d be going back to their offices and he could get out of here.
The room fell silent room Gregory hazarded a quick glance out of the window. Maybe they had left.
Or not, he thought to himself staring at the scene in front of him, jaw dropped in shock. He hadn’t even known Ross swung that way (not that it was that much of a surprise).
Ross was bold. He’d at least give him that much. Stupid, apparently, but also bold. He had brazenly grabbed his boss by his (undoubtedly very expensive) tie and dragged him to meet him in a haphazard lip-lock.
He winced from his hiding place. That had been astoundingly stupid. Ross had just kissed his legendarily heterosexual boss in a conference room at their office. There was no possible way this could end well for him. He ducked back down and braced himself for the secondhand embarrassment from the inevitable fallout.
He waited to hear something. A raised voice, a hissed rejection, the sound of a punch being thrown, anything.
He was more than a little bit confused when no such thing happened. Maybe Ross had run away or something? He hadn’t heard the door open or close. He should check, you know, just to be sure.
Peering out the small window, it seemed nothing had happened at all. Mr. Specter was still looking over the paperwork and Mike Ross was nowhere to be seen. Briefly, he wondered if he had imagined the whole encounter. Wherever Ross was, he wasn’t here and since the door had not opened or closed he was either outside of his range of sight or he had never been there.
Truthfully, he was kind of hoping he was just losing his mind and the other associate had just never been there. That would be significantly less awkward. He knew he wasn’t that imaginative though. Regardless, he scanned the room with a sharpened gaze looking for signs that another person was there. From his vantage point, there were only a handful of blind spots. Mr. Specter gave no signs that someone else was in any of these blind spots, so it was honestly doubtful that someone was lurking just outside of his sight.
But, of course, the question now was: where did Ross go?
He felt his face heat minutely when he realized the only other place his coworker could be if he were, in fact, still in the room. He couldn’t...
His eyes quickly darted downwards.
Yep. That’s where he went.
The brunette knelt on the floor between the senior partner’s legs gently pressing his lips to the inside of his partner’s thigh. He began to move further upward, mouthing kisses through designer trousers along the way. Fingers wound through his hair, urging him on, but the older man’s brown eyes never once left the brief they were reviewing.
Despite what Gregory thought would be off-putting to his overly sensitive colleague (though he would admit that his opinion was quickly becoming irrelevant); this didn’t seem to bother Mike at all. In fact, he just grinned to himself as though accepting a personal challenge: namely seeing how long it would be until the other man could no longer ignore him.
He reached one hand up and unzipped the front of the pants. In one fluid motion, he slid his hand beneath both the fabric of the trousers and boxer-briefs and teased out Harvey’s rapidly growing erection.
Gregory couldn’t look away even though he knew what was going to happen next, he couldn’t find it in himself to draw his eyes away from the window.
In his head, he could imagine what Mike must look like to the other man. He could picture the typically bright blue eyes darkened with lust and staring up, half-lidded and pleading as he wrapped one hand around his boss’s member and used the other to brace himself against his knee. As he wrapped his little pink lips around his dick.
The way he was moving left little up to the imagination. Greg could almost envision the way he’d bob his head as he tried to swallow the entire length. The way he’d alternate between hard sucks and lightly running his tongue along the hardened shaft. The way he would be moving his hand in tandem with his mouth, flicking his wrist with a skilled precision (because, seriously, he looked like a pro at whatever it was that he was doing right then). The way he’d probably hum or moan or make some sort of noise as he sucked him off because he never could keep quiet. If he listened closely, he was sure he would be able to hear the breathy, muffled sounds that were undoubtedly being made.
He felt a familiar, yet uncomfortable, tightening in his trousers and he had to fight off the urge to palm himself through his pants (now was not the time for that).
A wandering hand traced gentle circles on his head, occasionally threading fingers through short tufts of brown hair but Harvey’s eyes remained on the folder in his other hand (though he looked to be struggling to stay focused at this point). Ross redoubled his efforts by pulling back and swirling his tongue around the head. He’d be getting impatient soon. Everything in his movements seemed to want more. More than being on his knees in front of his boss.
What he didn’t count on was Mr. Specter to be the one that broke first (lewdly, he thought that Ross must be fucking amazing with that mouth of his to make Harvey Specter act like a hormone-fuelled teenager). With a growl, he pushed the briefs aside and grasped onto that god-awful skinny tie and yanked, pulling up with it a breathlessly panting associate. The folders fell to the floor, scattering papers everywhere.
The elder man pulled Mike up and closer to him so that he was semi-straddling him. Letting out a low moan, the associate rocked his hips forwards, grinding his erection against his companion’s abdomen. He let out a positively obscene gasp before leaning forward to whisper something (most likely something dirty, he thought (hoped) before he could stop himself) in his partner’s ear.
He nuzzled his face against Harvey’s neck, lightly and gently nipping at the exposed skin. With half-lidded eyes, he lightly ran his lips along the skin back up to his ear. He gave the lobe a playful nip and smirked to himself as he felt Harvey’s grip on him tighten.
Harsh, demanding kisses were pressed along his jaw in response.
He moved his head to give Harvey better access to his neck (because really of course that would be his sweet spot)
Unfortunately, this gave Mike a clear view of the projector room door.
Which, he belatedly realized, gave Mike a clear view of him.
He futilely crouched down again.
Oh, god. He had been seen. Shit, shit, shit. This was not good. He was so fired.
When he didn’t hear any indignant yells or get immediately dragged from the projector room, he took a chance and peered once again through the window.
Mike gave him a roguish smirk and then turned his gaze back towards Harvey, now trailing fierce kisses along his jaw with a new intensity.
He felt his jaw drop in shock. He had definitely been seen, so why wasn’t anyone (namely Ross) calling him out on watching? Unless…
That was really more about Ross than he ever really needed to know. Yet, he still couldn’t look away. Even knowing that Ross was getting off on him watching.
(And yet he was the biggest hypocrite ever because right now he’d love to do nothing more than shove his hands down the front of his pants and deal with the problem that this was causing him even though he knew there was no way he’d be able to keep quiet if he did.)
With an impish grin, Mike slid off his partner’s lap and turned around, placing his palms on the glass tabletop. He looked coyly over his shoulder, obvious in his want and intent.
He heard the telltale sounds of belts being unbuckled, zippers being unzipped, and cloth being pushed aside and falling to the floor.
“Harvey,” he moaned and Gregory had to strain to hear it.
He leaned backwards, desperate for skin-on-skin contact.
“My bag,” he gasped. “Zip pouch on the front.”
With one hand, he grabbed for the bag and fumbled around briefly for whatever it was Ross wanted from it.
“You carry lube with you to work everyday?”
He sounded amused (and more than a little bit aroused) by it as he squirted a liberal amount into his hand and began coating himself.
“Never know when I’m going to find myself bent over a conference table,” Ross cheekily replied.
“I’m not complaining,” he grinned, positioning himself between his partner’s buttocks.
Gregory couldn’t help the flush that crept up his neck. Theoretically he had known that two men could…well…do things, but that had just been idle pondering on the mechanics of it on his part. Actually seeing how it worked was something else entirely.
A low groan drew him out of his thoughts.
He could see Mr. Specter’s hips moving and how they were pressing Mike’s hips into the table with every slow, penetrating thrust. He could see Mike bent over, almost in half, chest lying near flat against the tabletop. And then he was building up speed and pushing himself deep and dear god so fast, how is that possible.
Mike buried his face in his arms to muffle his cries. So he was loud, Gregory thought with some detached measure of pride at having pegged him correctly. His eyes widened a bit when he saw Mike bite down on his arm after a particularly inventive maneuver (somewhere between a thrust and a roll of the hips). He was really loud it seemed.
He watched, hypnotized, as they moved together. It wasn’t graceful. It wasn’t sensual. It just…wasn’t. He actually wasn’t quite sure what it was. Hurried, definitely. Passionate. Maybe. Hot. The thought came unbidden to his mind. Could two guys be hot? He had never considered the possibility before, but now that it was staring him in the face (or rather he was staring at it) he would have to say yes. It was a definite yes.
He could tell from the increasingly jerky movements that both of them must be close, really close, to coming. Moments later, Harvey gave a grunt and thrust himself deep into his partner, muffling a moan in his shoulder. Mike followed soon after, barely stifling a scream in his forearm.
He watched as their breathing even out into a steady rhythm. Harvey pressed a light kiss to his associate’s shoulder and (almost regretfully) pulled out.
He looked appreciatively at his handiwork. And if Gregory was being completely honest with himself (and he generally was), he could very easily see what there was to appreciate: Ross looked beyond hot.
His hair, which was usually stylishly messy, was downright disheveled and his face was still pink with exertion. He had the most satisfied (and self-satisfied, that little exhibitionist) smirk on his face and his breathing was still a bit uneven.
Gregory’s eyes were inexplicably drawn further downwards.
His breathing hitched as he caught sight of the slightly reddened marks on his hips from Harvey’s firm grasp and oh.
A small stream of come had escaped and was trickling its way down his thigh, leaving a pearly trail in its wake.
His arousal throbbed uncomfortably at the sight.
Harvey gave a playful smack to his associate’s ass and fished a handkerchief out of his vest pocket. With a strange (warm?) smile, he passed it over to Mike.
Mike gave a small grateful grin as he accepted it, presumably to help clean up the absolute mess they made.
Gregory quietly ducked down again, turning his back on the scene and sliding down against the wooden door.
Somehow watching this felt like more of an intrusion than anything else he had seen that day.
He stayed where he was even after, minutes later, he heard fabric being shuffled and zippers being zipped and the door open and close again. He was alone again, then.
He stayed for a few minutes longer in the projector room both to be sure that both Mike and Mr. Sp- Harvey had left and to take a few moments to will his own erection away.
Finally, after what felt like eons, he felt calm enough to leave the room without creating any potentially awkward situations. He quietly opened the door and stepped out.
“I trust you’ll keep this to yourself,” a voice called out. He spun around, face flushing in shame at being caught in such an awkward position. Of course a senior partner, who he had just watched plow his (very, very male) associate over a conference table, would catch him as he was trying to sneak out of the room.
He could only nod his head in silent agreement. It wasn’t like he had much of a choice in the matter anyways. One phone call from Harvey Specter and he’d never get a job anywhere in the state of New York again.
Harvey fixed him with a long and contemplating gaze. Finally, as if he had been analyzing the truth of his agreement, he gave a short nod. Gregory saw that for the dismissal it was and quickly turned to flee the room (and the awkward, awkward, awkward)
“Maybe, if you’re on your best behaviour, we might let you watch again some time,” he idly pondered (and like hell it was idle musing, it was an offer, a promise, and even he wasn’t dumb enough to believe it was anything different).
And he was suddenly inclined to be very, very good.
Fandom: Suits
Characters: Harvey, Mike, Gregory
Ship: Harvey/Mike (est. relationship)
Warnings: slash, smut, exhibitionism, voyeurism
AN: Welp, this took forever and a decade to write. It is also my first foray into the smut-writing world. It is also far past my bedtime now. I really need to stop posting at three in the morning.
Ross made this too damn easy.
He hadn’t even been planning on messing with him today, but this opportunity was just too good to resist. He had been going to get some water when he had seen Ross leaving a conference room by the elevators.
The first thing that he noticed was that it was one of their non-glass conference rooms. Those were usually reserved for high-profile (and discreet) clients. He felt a surge of jealousy well up. What made Mike Ross so great of an associate that he got to work with Harvey Specter and all of the high-profile clients that came with him? He had been working there for almost a year and hadn’t even gotten his own case yet. Not even a damn pro-bono.
So, yeah, he was jealous. Jealous that Mike Ross was the name on the partner’s lips and not his. That that rookie had gotten farther in three months than he had in a year. And this opportunity was just too good to pass up. He knew that if Ross had just left, then there was no one in the room. Even he wouldn’t dare leave if there were a client in there. And if there were no client in there, then Harvey wouldn’t be in there. And knowing Mike, he had forgotten something in the room. He always forgot something.
He waited until Ross had disappeared around the corner to slip into the room, undetected.
It didn’t take long to find what he had so carelessly forgotten. The briefs were just sitting there on the table. This was just too easy. Snorting to himself, he reordered the pages in all of the folders. There. It wouldn’t be enough to actually lose the firm anything like a big client (he cared too much about the firm, and his job, for that); it would just be really embarrassing for Mike to not be able to find anything. He’d look totally unprepared to everyone.
He was putting the folders back in place when he heard the voices from outside the door. Of course, that was the only way to get into and out of the room. He looked around frantically for someplace to hide. It would not be good to be caught here. Spotting another door, he made a mad dash for it and just barely made it before the door opened.
For the first time in his tenure at Pearson Hardman, Gregory was grateful for the overhead projector storage room. Yes, it was obsolete and dusty and generally useless, but right now it sure was a very useful place to have on hand. He quickly ducked into the annex as Mike and Mr. Specter entered the room.
“What have I told you about that phone?” Mr. Specter griped.
“Not to answer it when I’m with a client. Which I’m not.”
“No, but you will be soon.”
“And you’d be right, if I hadn’t just checked my phone. Client’s running late. There was some kind of crisis at work. He asked us if we could push back the meeting an hour.”
“Why’d he message you then?”
“Because obviously he likes me better.”
He could just see the way Mr. Specter’s eyebrow would raise, even from his hiding place on the other side of the room.
“Your phone’s probably still on silent. He probably sent you a message too,” he sighed. It was a good thing he found himself amusing. No one else seemed to.
There was a brief puff of air as someone sat down in one of the plush office chairs.
“So now we have an hour to do whatever we want until our client shows up,” Ross commented almost suggestively (?). O-kay. That was just weird.
If Mr. Specter thought something was off about it, he definitely wasn’t letting it show.
“Some of us actually have to read something more than once to remember it all,” Mr. Specter groused, pulling a folder towards him.
He heard the sounds of papers being turned and jostled. With any luck it meant that they’d be going back to their offices and he could get out of here.
The room fell silent room Gregory hazarded a quick glance out of the window. Maybe they had left.
Or not, he thought to himself staring at the scene in front of him, jaw dropped in shock. He hadn’t even known Ross swung that way (not that it was that much of a surprise).
Ross was bold. He’d at least give him that much. Stupid, apparently, but also bold. He had brazenly grabbed his boss by his (undoubtedly very expensive) tie and dragged him to meet him in a haphazard lip-lock.
He winced from his hiding place. That had been astoundingly stupid. Ross had just kissed his legendarily heterosexual boss in a conference room at their office. There was no possible way this could end well for him. He ducked back down and braced himself for the secondhand embarrassment from the inevitable fallout.
He waited to hear something. A raised voice, a hissed rejection, the sound of a punch being thrown, anything.
He was more than a little bit confused when no such thing happened. Maybe Ross had run away or something? He hadn’t heard the door open or close. He should check, you know, just to be sure.
Peering out the small window, it seemed nothing had happened at all. Mr. Specter was still looking over the paperwork and Mike Ross was nowhere to be seen. Briefly, he wondered if he had imagined the whole encounter. Wherever Ross was, he wasn’t here and since the door had not opened or closed he was either outside of his range of sight or he had never been there.
Truthfully, he was kind of hoping he was just losing his mind and the other associate had just never been there. That would be significantly less awkward. He knew he wasn’t that imaginative though. Regardless, he scanned the room with a sharpened gaze looking for signs that another person was there. From his vantage point, there were only a handful of blind spots. Mr. Specter gave no signs that someone else was in any of these blind spots, so it was honestly doubtful that someone was lurking just outside of his sight.
But, of course, the question now was: where did Ross go?
He felt his face heat minutely when he realized the only other place his coworker could be if he were, in fact, still in the room. He couldn’t...
His eyes quickly darted downwards.
Yep. That’s where he went.
The brunette knelt on the floor between the senior partner’s legs gently pressing his lips to the inside of his partner’s thigh. He began to move further upward, mouthing kisses through designer trousers along the way. Fingers wound through his hair, urging him on, but the older man’s brown eyes never once left the brief they were reviewing.
Despite what Gregory thought would be off-putting to his overly sensitive colleague (though he would admit that his opinion was quickly becoming irrelevant); this didn’t seem to bother Mike at all. In fact, he just grinned to himself as though accepting a personal challenge: namely seeing how long it would be until the other man could no longer ignore him.
He reached one hand up and unzipped the front of the pants. In one fluid motion, he slid his hand beneath both the fabric of the trousers and boxer-briefs and teased out Harvey’s rapidly growing erection.
Gregory couldn’t look away even though he knew what was going to happen next, he couldn’t find it in himself to draw his eyes away from the window.
In his head, he could imagine what Mike must look like to the other man. He could picture the typically bright blue eyes darkened with lust and staring up, half-lidded and pleading as he wrapped one hand around his boss’s member and used the other to brace himself against his knee. As he wrapped his little pink lips around his dick.
The way he was moving left little up to the imagination. Greg could almost envision the way he’d bob his head as he tried to swallow the entire length. The way he’d alternate between hard sucks and lightly running his tongue along the hardened shaft. The way he would be moving his hand in tandem with his mouth, flicking his wrist with a skilled precision (because, seriously, he looked like a pro at whatever it was that he was doing right then). The way he’d probably hum or moan or make some sort of noise as he sucked him off because he never could keep quiet. If he listened closely, he was sure he would be able to hear the breathy, muffled sounds that were undoubtedly being made.
He felt a familiar, yet uncomfortable, tightening in his trousers and he had to fight off the urge to palm himself through his pants (now was not the time for that).
A wandering hand traced gentle circles on his head, occasionally threading fingers through short tufts of brown hair but Harvey’s eyes remained on the folder in his other hand (though he looked to be struggling to stay focused at this point). Ross redoubled his efforts by pulling back and swirling his tongue around the head. He’d be getting impatient soon. Everything in his movements seemed to want more. More than being on his knees in front of his boss.
What he didn’t count on was Mr. Specter to be the one that broke first (lewdly, he thought that Ross must be fucking amazing with that mouth of his to make Harvey Specter act like a hormone-fuelled teenager). With a growl, he pushed the briefs aside and grasped onto that god-awful skinny tie and yanked, pulling up with it a breathlessly panting associate. The folders fell to the floor, scattering papers everywhere.
The elder man pulled Mike up and closer to him so that he was semi-straddling him. Letting out a low moan, the associate rocked his hips forwards, grinding his erection against his companion’s abdomen. He let out a positively obscene gasp before leaning forward to whisper something (most likely something dirty, he thought (hoped) before he could stop himself) in his partner’s ear.
He nuzzled his face against Harvey’s neck, lightly and gently nipping at the exposed skin. With half-lidded eyes, he lightly ran his lips along the skin back up to his ear. He gave the lobe a playful nip and smirked to himself as he felt Harvey’s grip on him tighten.
Harsh, demanding kisses were pressed along his jaw in response.
He moved his head to give Harvey better access to his neck (because really of course that would be his sweet spot)
Unfortunately, this gave Mike a clear view of the projector room door.
Which, he belatedly realized, gave Mike a clear view of him.
He futilely crouched down again.
Oh, god. He had been seen. Shit, shit, shit. This was not good. He was so fired.
When he didn’t hear any indignant yells or get immediately dragged from the projector room, he took a chance and peered once again through the window.
Mike gave him a roguish smirk and then turned his gaze back towards Harvey, now trailing fierce kisses along his jaw with a new intensity.
He felt his jaw drop in shock. He had definitely been seen, so why wasn’t anyone (namely Ross) calling him out on watching? Unless…
That was really more about Ross than he ever really needed to know. Yet, he still couldn’t look away. Even knowing that Ross was getting off on him watching.
(And yet he was the biggest hypocrite ever because right now he’d love to do nothing more than shove his hands down the front of his pants and deal with the problem that this was causing him even though he knew there was no way he’d be able to keep quiet if he did.)
With an impish grin, Mike slid off his partner’s lap and turned around, placing his palms on the glass tabletop. He looked coyly over his shoulder, obvious in his want and intent.
He heard the telltale sounds of belts being unbuckled, zippers being unzipped, and cloth being pushed aside and falling to the floor.
“Harvey,” he moaned and Gregory had to strain to hear it.
He leaned backwards, desperate for skin-on-skin contact.
“My bag,” he gasped. “Zip pouch on the front.”
With one hand, he grabbed for the bag and fumbled around briefly for whatever it was Ross wanted from it.
“You carry lube with you to work everyday?”
He sounded amused (and more than a little bit aroused) by it as he squirted a liberal amount into his hand and began coating himself.
“Never know when I’m going to find myself bent over a conference table,” Ross cheekily replied.
“I’m not complaining,” he grinned, positioning himself between his partner’s buttocks.
Gregory couldn’t help the flush that crept up his neck. Theoretically he had known that two men could…well…do things, but that had just been idle pondering on the mechanics of it on his part. Actually seeing how it worked was something else entirely.
A low groan drew him out of his thoughts.
He could see Mr. Specter’s hips moving and how they were pressing Mike’s hips into the table with every slow, penetrating thrust. He could see Mike bent over, almost in half, chest lying near flat against the tabletop. And then he was building up speed and pushing himself deep and dear god so fast, how is that possible.
Mike buried his face in his arms to muffle his cries. So he was loud, Gregory thought with some detached measure of pride at having pegged him correctly. His eyes widened a bit when he saw Mike bite down on his arm after a particularly inventive maneuver (somewhere between a thrust and a roll of the hips). He was really loud it seemed.
He watched, hypnotized, as they moved together. It wasn’t graceful. It wasn’t sensual. It just…wasn’t. He actually wasn’t quite sure what it was. Hurried, definitely. Passionate. Maybe. Hot. The thought came unbidden to his mind. Could two guys be hot? He had never considered the possibility before, but now that it was staring him in the face (or rather he was staring at it) he would have to say yes. It was a definite yes.
He could tell from the increasingly jerky movements that both of them must be close, really close, to coming. Moments later, Harvey gave a grunt and thrust himself deep into his partner, muffling a moan in his shoulder. Mike followed soon after, barely stifling a scream in his forearm.
He watched as their breathing even out into a steady rhythm. Harvey pressed a light kiss to his associate’s shoulder and (almost regretfully) pulled out.
He looked appreciatively at his handiwork. And if Gregory was being completely honest with himself (and he generally was), he could very easily see what there was to appreciate: Ross looked beyond hot.
His hair, which was usually stylishly messy, was downright disheveled and his face was still pink with exertion. He had the most satisfied (and self-satisfied, that little exhibitionist) smirk on his face and his breathing was still a bit uneven.
Gregory’s eyes were inexplicably drawn further downwards.
His breathing hitched as he caught sight of the slightly reddened marks on his hips from Harvey’s firm grasp and oh.
A small stream of come had escaped and was trickling its way down his thigh, leaving a pearly trail in its wake.
His arousal throbbed uncomfortably at the sight.
Harvey gave a playful smack to his associate’s ass and fished a handkerchief out of his vest pocket. With a strange (warm?) smile, he passed it over to Mike.
Mike gave a small grateful grin as he accepted it, presumably to help clean up the absolute mess they made.
Gregory quietly ducked down again, turning his back on the scene and sliding down against the wooden door.
Somehow watching this felt like more of an intrusion than anything else he had seen that day.
He stayed where he was even after, minutes later, he heard fabric being shuffled and zippers being zipped and the door open and close again. He was alone again, then.
He stayed for a few minutes longer in the projector room both to be sure that both Mike and Mr. Sp- Harvey had left and to take a few moments to will his own erection away.
Finally, after what felt like eons, he felt calm enough to leave the room without creating any potentially awkward situations. He quietly opened the door and stepped out.
“I trust you’ll keep this to yourself,” a voice called out. He spun around, face flushing in shame at being caught in such an awkward position. Of course a senior partner, who he had just watched plow his (very, very male) associate over a conference table, would catch him as he was trying to sneak out of the room.
He could only nod his head in silent agreement. It wasn’t like he had much of a choice in the matter anyways. One phone call from Harvey Specter and he’d never get a job anywhere in the state of New York again.
Harvey fixed him with a long and contemplating gaze. Finally, as if he had been analyzing the truth of his agreement, he gave a short nod. Gregory saw that for the dismissal it was and quickly turned to flee the room (and the awkward, awkward, awkward)
“Maybe, if you’re on your best behaviour, we might let you watch again some time,” he idly pondered (and like hell it was idle musing, it was an offer, a promise, and even he wasn’t dumb enough to believe it was anything different).
And he was suddenly inclined to be very, very good.