Mike had successfully stepped in something that resembled animal shit. What kind of animal Mike didn't even want to think of.
Of course they were the expensive, designer trainers that Harvey insisted on buying for him.
Mike looks around helplessly and shrugs, trying hard not to laugh.
Harvey tugs Mike by the hood of his hoodie off the side of the path.
To Mike's surprise Harvey gets down on one knee. Before he knows what's happening Harvey sits him down on his leg, balancing him carefully as he whips out a handkerchief and starts cleaning the mess off his shoe.
Mike chews on the end of the string on his hoodie for something to do, his face flushed, his ass feeling all too sensitive as it rests on Harvey's toned leg. He can feel Harvey's taut muscles as he works. Mike imagines those toned thighs pressing into him on expensive thousand thread count sheets-silky and wonderful as hard angles and tough skin rub against him.
His jeans are significantly tighter when Harvey finishes. He sets Mike upright gallantly and dusts his own pants off. Mike tries not to notice the slight bulge in Harvey's pants, the high blush to his cheeks that's from anything but the bright sun and the animal smells on the wind.
They share a small private smile, not meeting the other's eyes.
Harvey removes the string from Mike's mouth and tugs him along by it.
Harvey would later decline to comment that he laced his fingers with Mike's inside the penguin house.
Mike only gets him to confess much later when he sucks at the insides of those precious thighs-the start of this whole ordeal at their outing at the Central Park zoo.
Harvey/Mike
The zoo because of reasons.
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Mike had successfully stepped in something that resembled animal shit. What kind of animal Mike didn't even want to think of.
Of course they were the expensive, designer trainers that Harvey insisted on buying for him.
Mike looks around helplessly and shrugs, trying hard not to laugh.
Harvey tugs Mike by the hood of his hoodie off the side of the path.
To Mike's surprise Harvey gets down on one knee. Before he knows what's happening Harvey sits him down on his leg, balancing him carefully as he whips out a handkerchief and starts cleaning the mess off his shoe.
Mike chews on the end of the string on his hoodie for something to do, his face flushed, his ass feeling all too sensitive as it rests on Harvey's toned leg. He can feel Harvey's taut muscles as he works.
Mike imagines those toned thighs pressing into him on expensive thousand thread count sheets-silky and wonderful as hard angles and tough skin rub against him.
His jeans are significantly tighter when Harvey finishes. He sets Mike upright gallantly and dusts his own pants off. Mike tries not to notice the slight bulge in Harvey's pants, the high blush to his cheeks that's from anything but the bright sun and the animal smells on the wind.
They share a small private smile, not meeting the other's eyes.
Harvey removes the string from Mike's mouth and tugs him along by it.
Harvey would later decline to comment that he laced his fingers with Mike's inside the penguin house.
Mike only gets him to confess much later when he sucks at the insides of those precious thighs-the start of this whole ordeal at their outing at the Central Park zoo.
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