In For A Penny (4/?)
FEEEEEELINGS! alert. Big time. *headdesk*
Chapter 3
Mike’s quiet on the way up to Harvey’s apartment. Harvey knows he’s pissed him off, knows that Mike is still angry under his relatively calm persona, and probably the main reason he came up with Harvey is because Harvey is paying him.
It grates on him, that fact, because for all intents and purposes the kid is perfect. He’s intelligent and snarky, sees through Harvey’s bullshit, kisses like he’s giving everything to Harvey. But there is always that voice in the back of Harvey’s head that’s taunting him, you’re paying him to be perfect.
Mike accepts the glass of scotch Harvey offers him, but he’s still not really looking at Harvey. He turns away to wander out onto the balcony and Harvey sighs before he follows.
“I didn’t mean to belittle what you do Mike,” he says and Mike’s hand around the railing tightens, his knuckles go white.
“I know,” he says, uncurls his fingers slightly. “People are quick to judge what I do, even people who use my services. Don’t forget you want me here Harvey, don’t forget that’s the only reason I am here,” he turns towards Harvey and in the semi darkness Harvey can’t see his eyes.
“The only reason?” Mike doesn’t answer, ducks his head and looks back out at the city.
“Why me? Why not stick with Kyle?” Mike asks. Harvey takes a deep breath, stands next to Mike, pressing his shoulder to Mike’s. Mike doesn’t move away, stiffens slightly, but stays with his arm pressed to Harvey’s.
“Kyle’s pretty,” Mike nods absently and Harvey feels a stab of jealousy up his spine, “he was perfect for what I needed. Eager to please, easy on the eyes, happy to be shared,” Mike swallows and Harvey watches the way his throat moves, “I think…” Harvey stops and Mike looks at him, “I need something else now…” Mike cocks his head to the side, trails his hand down Harvey’s arm, across his knuckles.
“You do realise you can’t have a relationship with your escort Harvey?” he says, “Nothing’s real when you pay for it,” Harvey wishes he could see Mike’s face properly right now, instead of just half in shadow and the other half reflecting the city lights from below.
“You telling me not to fall for you Mike?” Harvey takes a step forward to him and takes the scotch out of his hand, he places his and Mike’s on the small table next to him and wraps his hands around Mike’s face, fingers stroking at the back of Mike’s hair. Mike lets out a small sigh and his eyes slide shut.
“Yes,” he whispers and Harvey pulls him forward, brushes his lips across Mike’s and Mike parts his, breath hot against Harvey’s.
“You’re under my skin kid,” he says and Mike shivers slightly, from the cool night air, from Harvey’s breath, he’s not sure.
“Harvey,” there’s a slight warning in there but Harvey doesn’t listen and Mike’s hands clasp at his elbows.
“You can walk out that door, stop this right now, no questions asked,” Harvey says, then kisses Mike, slow and deliberate and Mike lets him, gives in eventually as kisses Harvey back, “Or, you can stay, and see what it’s like to actually feel for someone,” Harvey pulls away and Mike sways slightly but he lifts his head and stares straight at Harvey.
“I’m not giving it up for you,” he says and Harvey hooks his fingers into Mike’s waist band, tugs him closer again.
“I’m not asking you to,” he replies, “just…” he trails off as Mike cocks his head to the side again, his smaller hand covering Harvey’s where his fingers are tangled in Mike’s waist band. He curls his fingers round, strokes them over Harvey’s palm, tugs his hand out and smiles slightly as he pulls Harvey into the apartment. The smile is forced, Harvey knows the kids face well enough by now to know that there’s still a lingering hint of anger, or doubt and worry in him but he swallows it down and pulls Harvey through the apartment, shuts the bedroom door with his foot. His hands make light work of Harvey’s pants, pulling them down as he slides to his knees in one liquid movement and Harvey runs his own hand over Mike’s face, thumb sliding across his cheekbone, his lips, down his chin and back across his jaw. Mike licks at his lips, lifts his hands and spans them over Harvey’s thighs, he kneads at the muscles gently, presses a kiss to Harvey’s stomach, slides his hands upwards to his hips. Mike slides his thumbs across the soft skin at the tops of Harvey’s thighs, across his hip bones and Harvey has a moment of deja vu until Mike leans forward, licks a long stripe up the underside of his already half hard dick and Harvey forgets everything except the feel of the kids hands on him, his mouth sucking the head of his dick into that warm, wet heat, tongue almost rough, but slick strokes along the vein underneath the head and Harvey’s knees nearly give out. Mike digs his fingers in harder, pushes forward and swallows the whole of Harvey’s dick, humming on his way down, nose pressed into Harvey’s stomach. Mike swallows, swipes his thumb over Harvey’s hips again and pulls back. He looks up at Harvey, eyes shining in the semi darkness of the room, swirls his tongue across the slit of Harvey’s dick. He looks debauched like this, professional and debauched and Harvey has to look away, can’t look at him and remember he’s paying for this when he suddenly has an urge to have Mike like this for free. No other clients, no Trevor, no pasts, no histories, just them. Mike sinks low again, slides one hand back and around Harvey’s ass, slips between his cheeks, the slight pressure at his hole enough to have Harvey coming hard, pushing his dick all the way into Mike’s mouth and coming down his throat.
Mike takes it all, swallows, and pulls off. He looks up at Harvey and swipes his thumb across his lower lip, catches a drop of Harvey’s come and pushes it back into his mouth and Harvey growls as he hauls Mike to his feet. He kisses Mike, tastes himself in Mike’s mouth and Mike kisses him back, but Harvey can feel that he’s still holding back a little. Harvey doesn’t blame him, he insulted Mike’s profession basically, and by extension insulted Mike, he admitted to feeling more for Mike than he should and now he’s not sure if Mike is here because of the money, or because he feels something else as well.
He pulls back, searches Mike’s face, but it’s irritatingly passive, except for a faint blush against his cheeks and the slightly swollen look of his lips, he’s giving nothing away.
“Do you want to be here Mike?” Harvey asks, despite his better judgment and Mike’s eyes narrow slightly but he reaches out and brushes a hand over Harvey’s stomach, his knuckles grazing over the line of hair from his navel.
“I don’t do anything I don’t want to,” Mike answers, like that’s enough to put Harvey’s mind at rest. It’s not but Harvey, despite having just come, feels his dick give a valiant twitch as Mike’s fingers brush slightly lower.
“Get undressed,” Harvey growls and Mike’s whole body stills for a second and Harvey remembers the kid’s reaction to his order in the car. Mike moves though, shrugs his jacket off his shoulders and then works on his buttons. Harvey can’t help but notice the way his hands shake slightly but then he’s pushing his shirt down his arms and his stomach muscles moves as he sucks in a breath and Harvey can hardly remember how to breathe. Mike pushes his pants down his thighs, toes off his shoes and socks and stands in front of Harvey, naked, willing, and waits. “You like the orders don’t you?” Harvey asks, lifting Mike’s chin and Mike doesn’t meet his eyes.
“Yes,” the word is quiet, more like a sigh than anything but Harvey hears it loud and clear. He swallows heavily.
“I want you to answer me honestly,” Mike snaps his eyes upwards and Harvey lets him go, long enough to slip his own jacket and shirt off, but then he touches Mike again, slides his hand around Mike’s face, thumb pressing into the soft skin under Mike’s chin. He feels Mike swallow, “are you still angry with me?”
“Yes,” Mike says quietly again and Harvey leans forward, brushes his lips against Mike’s.
“Do you want to leave?” Mike’s breath hitches and he jerks slightly, like he wants to move but Harvey hasn’t told him to so he stays still. Harvey’s dick aches at that though.
“No,” Mike replies and Harvey heaves an internal sigh of relief.
“Am I more than just a client to you?” Harvey doesn’t know why he asks, except maybe he’s a glutton for punishment. Mike’s eyes widen and he looks terrified for a second, tries to pull out of Harvey’s grip but Harvey wraps his other hand around Mike’s arm and holds him tight.
“Harvey,” Harvey tightens his grip, relishes the thought of the bruises that will bloom on Mike’s skin tomorrow morning.
“Answer the question,” Harvey snaps and he feels Mike force himself to relax, to stop trying to get away.
“No…yes…I…don’t know,” Mike answers. Harvey feels something inside him relax, however minutely, at least Mike didn’t settle on no, he’s just as confused as Harvey is about this whole thing.
“I don’t want you to be here just because I’m paying you,” Harvey says and Mike blinks.
“I want…” Mike bites off his words as Harvey arches his hips forward into Mike’s and for a sweet moment Harvey thinks Mike’s going to tell him he wants to be here, “I want you to fuck me,” he says instead and Harvey will take it, as long as its what Mike really wants. “Jesus Harvey just fuck me.”
There’s a biting edge of anger in his words and his eyes flash as Harvey pushes him down onto the bed, “fuck me” he whispers again as Harvey crawls over him and runs his hands up Mike’s sides, fitting his fingers in the spaces between Mike’s ribs. Mike arches, back curving upwards, head thrown back and Harvey’s honestly never seen anything more gorgeous. And he feels himself, his control, slipping as Mike opens his eyes and says those two words again.
…
Mike’s losing control, he can feel it, the way his body reacts to Harvey is just too much, he just needs to feel something other than his grip on his life slipping. He needs to feel Harvey fucking him hard, needs to forget that this man has swept in and is in danger of turning Mike’s world upside down.
He meant it when he said he didn’t know if Harvey was more than a client. Mike always ends up feeling something more for clients anyway, it’s a habit, Mike gets attached, he always has. He likes to think that’s what sets him apart from the others, he feels, he cares. But this is becoming more than that. And Mike wants to scream at Harvey, wants to walk out the door and never see him again. He wants to kiss Harvey and never leave.
“Fuck me, Harvey…please…please,” he can hear the pleading in his own voice and Harvey growls low in his throat, slides a hand under Mike’s back and hauls him to his knees, pressing their chests together. Mike feels stripped bare by Harvey demanding a confession of sorts, helpless and Harvey presses his palm flat to Mike’s back, kisses him hard. Mike can still taste Harvey on his tongue and Harvey can no doubt taste himself.
“Face the mirror,” Harvey mutters and Mike pulls himself from Harvey’s grasp and turns, getting on all fours facing the large mirror on the closet doors. He sees Harvey moves behind him, watches his face as his jaw twitches, his hand running down Mike’s spine and Mike arches into the touch, shudders when Harvey slips a finger between his ass cheeks.
“I want you to watch Mike,” Harvey says, and Mike has to strain his ears to hear him, “Because you’ll remember then wont you?” Mike bites on his bottom lip as Harvey pulls one of his fingers into his mouth and out again, slides it between Mike’s ass again, “Wont you?” he demands an answer.
“Yes,” Harvey pushes his finger inside and Mike shuts his eyes.
“Look at me,” Harvey orders, his finger pulling out of Mike’s ass. He looks back at Harvey, catches the raw look on his face and then Harvey’s moving to the side, fumbling in the bedside drawer. Mike watches as he comes back, flips the lid on the bottle of lube and coats his fingers. He pushes one inside Mike again, curls it, pulls out and adds another. “So fucking gorgeous Mike you have no idea,” Mike doesn’t want to hear this, not right now, he can’t.
“You going to fuck me?” he asks and Harvey crooks his fingers, presses into Mike’s prostate and Mike’s vision whites out, his hands scrabbling at the sheets. Harvey grips at his hip.
“I want you to remember the way my hands feel on you, and how my dick feels in your ass,” Harvey pulls his fingers out, rolls a condom over his dick and lines up, pushes in with one smooth, fluid movement and Mike groans, pushes his hips backwards. “Want you to remember everything,” Harvey says, running his hand down Mike’s spine again, staring at Mike in the mirror with an expression that says too much of what he’s feeling right now and Mike wants to look away, doesn’t want to remember everything about this, wants to be able to lock it in “yet another client” file inside his head.
“Eyes on me Mike,” Harvey growls, pulling out almost all the way, the head of his dick catching on the tight ring of muscle, before he pushes back in and Mike feels something coil in his belly, “I want to see your face as you come,” Harvey leans forward, slides his hand round Mike’s chest and pulls him to his knees. Mike lets his head fall back against Harvey’s shoulder.
“No,” Harvey growls again, tangling his fingers into Mike’s hair and pulling his head forward, “you don’t get to look away.” Mike swallows around his suddenly dry throat, pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and Harvey slides his hand down his chest, pinches Mike’s nipple between his thumb and forefinger. And its almost too hard, too painful, but then Harvey moves his hand lower, curls his fingers around Mike’s dick, drags his hand slowly upwards at the same time as pushing his dick into Mike’s ass hard, deep, and Mike feels himself about to fall apart.
“Come for me, Mike,” Harvey says, low against Mike’s ear, bites on his ear lobe and Mike gasps, feels the heat of his nearing orgasm and Harvey’s order spread throughout his belly, “come.”
Mike shouts when he comes, as Harvey twists his hand around his dick, watches the way his face screws up and his stomach clenches as he comes over Harvey’s hand. Harvey strokes him through it, fucks him deep and fast, his hips losing rhythm. He bites down on Mike’s shoulder, soothes the bites with his tongue and Mike clenches his muscles around Harvey’s dick and then Harvey grunts, pushes Mike to his hands and knees again and pushes all the way in once more. He drops his head to Mike’s shoulder blades, runs his hand down Mike’s sides, his hips twitch once but then he’s pulling out, climbing off the bed and stalks into the bathroom.
Mike sighs, rubs a hand over his face. He doesn’t know what this means for them now, he can’t wrap his head around it. A cabinet door slams from the bathroom, there’s a muttered curse and then Mike hears the shower being turned on.
He wants to stay awake, wants to talk to Harvey when he comes out but he’s dancing at the edge of sleep and he lets himself close his eyes, his skin still buzzing from Harvey’s touch.
…
Mike’s asleep when Harvey emerges from the bathroom, thankfully. His legs apart and his arms crossed under his head, there’s a faint red mark at his hip where Harvey’s fingers pressed in and his back is rising and falling deep and even as he breathes.
Harvey’s finger itch to touch him, to wake him up and drag another orgasm out of him but he just slides into bed, carefully, so as not to wake Mike. Mike shifts though, turns his face into the circle of his arms, he rubs his cheek against his forearm a couple of times and then looks up at Harvey, blinks, his hair sticking up, and there’s still a faint blush of sex across his cheeks. He looks adorable and yet completely corrupted.
He crawls upwards, slides in next to Harvey and settles himself close, but not touching.
“It’s never this complicated with anyone else,” Mike mutters and Harvey freezes. Mike moves, turns on his side and reaches out, rests his hand on Harvey’s chest, his fingers tracing out patterns across his skin, “I…” Harvey doesn’t move, lets Mike shift closer, “all I know is that my head’s quiet with you,” Mike finishes with a sigh, Harvey lifts his hand and covers Mike’s.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he says and Mike pulls his hand out from under Harvey’s, shifts onto his front and folds them under his head again.
“Do, because it was meant as one,” he says, closing his eyes and lapsing into silence.
…
Mike’s got his back to him when Harvey wakes up and he takes that as a sign. The previous time Mike stayed over, Harvey woke with his legs tangled together and Mike’s hot breath against his neck and he had to untangle himself slowly and gently before getting out of bed. But Mike’s lying on his side, his shoulder tense and if Harvey didn’t know better he would have said he was awake and avoiding the conversation that’s no doubt going to happen. Mike shifts though, mutters something incoherent and turns onto his back, throwing an arm over his head, his fingers twitch and there’s a frown on his forehead as he turns his face towards Harvey. Harvey sighs, slides out of bed and leaves Mike sleeping, wanders to the kitchen in search of caffeine.
He halfway through his first cup when Mike appears, sleepy, scratching the back of his head, his suit pants, the only clothes he has right now, are slung low on his hips, button undone. Mike smiles briefly, just a hint, and even that is enough to show Harvey he’s forcing it.
“Mike,” Mike’s shoulder tense again as he pours himself a cup of coffee and Harvey wants to trace the line of his spine with his tongue. Mike turns though, cup raised to his mouth, “look,” Harvey scrubs a hand across his face, “if you’re angry with me, tell me,” Mike swallows and puts down his cup, crosses his arms over his chest.
“Why would I be angry with you?” he says and Harvey sighs again, raises an eyebrow at the kid. Mike’s face is impassive. “I’m not paid to have a relationship with you Harvey, to talk about feelings,” Harvey makes an attempt to touch him but Mike sidesteps out of his reach, “I’m paid to be your whore,” the words are like a slap to the face and Harvey takes a step back, “I’m paid to let you fuck me and to make you feel good about yourself.”
Harvey sighs and pulls his wallet out of his jacket hanging over the back of one of the kitchen stools.
“Would that cover a conversation about feeling?” Harvey spits out, slapping a pile of notes onto the counter next to him and Mike’s cup clatters into the sink. Harvey’s lost this conversation, he can feel it.
“I’ll call a cab,” Mike mutters, heading back to Harvey’s bedroom.
“Dammit,” Harvey feels the need to punch something, to take his anger out of the nearest hard surface. He settles for throwing his own mug into the sink, “Mike…”
Mike’s got his back to the door, and is pulling on his shirt. He doesn’t turn when he hears Harvey but pauses briefly, and turns his head minutely.
“This is so much more than just a job to you Mike,” Harvey says and Mike stops, takes a deep breath.
“No its not,” he says, turning around and grabbing his jacket off the chair, “It can’t be.”
“Look, Mike, I’ve apologised ok. I’m not trying to save you, I’m not asking you to give your life up for me, I just…” He reaches out as curls his fingers around Mike’s arm. Mike doesn’t pull out of his grasp, but his gaze flickers to Harvey’s hand and back up to his face.
“Just what Harvey?” Mike snaps, shrugging out of Harvey’s grasp.
“I want you to still be amenable to,” Harvey starts, practically stumbling over his words like he’s never done before.
“Letting you fuck me?” Mike interrupts with a raised eyebrow and a cruel look on his face. Harvey takes a step forward, notes with pleasure that Mike doesn’t step away, only stiffens slightly.
“Mike…” Mike sighs, closes his eyes and takes a step back. When he opens his eyes he’s face is a strange mixture of forced easiness and impasse.
“Ok look,” he says, reaching out and patting Harvey’s chest lightly, “you pissed me off last night. But I’ll get over it,” he forces a smile, “I’m sorry I wasn’t more…professional this morning, I got…carried away, it wont happen next time,” he stresses next time and smiles again, drops his hand from Harvey’s chest and grabs his jacket from the chair at the foot of the bed.
Harvey wants to kiss him, wants to fuck him into the mattress till he’s pliant, wants to use the tone of voice he used last night and see the way Mike shakes, wants to lock the doors and not let him go till they’ve figured this out. He reaches out and cups his hands around Mike’s face. Mike’s eyes go wide for a second but they soften and something swims under the blue. Harvey runs his thumbs along Mike’s cheek bones. Mike’s eyes flutter closed, his eyelashes ridiculously long lie against his cheek. Harvey leans forward and presses his lips to Mike’s and Mike sighs, lets Harvey kiss him until he reaches up and pulls Harvey’s hands away.
“I’ve got go,” he says, and there’s a hint of regret under his cool tone, “I’ll see you soon,” he trails his fingers across Harvey’s palm before he walks out of the bedroom.
Harvey hears the front door close and hates the heavy pit of loneliness that pools in his stomach.
…
“Feel like blowing me in the shower?” Mike rolls his eyes at Kyle. Kyle smirks, cocks his head to the side and studies Mike.
“Not now Kyle, ok?” Mike sighs and Kyle, ever one for lounging against door frames, pushing himself upright.
“You alright?” Kyle asks, stepping into Mike’s room and Mike sighs, because honestly how the hell is he meant to answer that question.
“Fine,” Mike replies, words clipped and short and Kyle raises an eyebrow.
“Harvey?” And that one word is almost enough to make Mike shiver, just his name. He closes his eyes against the barrage of images, Harvey’s hands on him, his mouth against Mike’s ear, the hot demanding words.
“I said, not now Kyle,” he snaps and Kyle steps in front of him and squints, like he’s trying to see something. His eyes widen and he crosses his arms over his chest.
“He’s got to you,” he says and Mike shifts under his gaze. “Mike, you can’t let them get to you,” he shifts to the side to catch Mike’s eyes again and Mike sighs, turns away and runs his fingers through his hair.
“I know, Kyle, Christ,” Kyle sits on Mike’s bed, shifts backwards till he’s leaning against the headboard, his knees bent, feet pressed into Mike’s duvet and Mike resists the urge to tell him to get his feet off.
“Well you know what you gotta do?” Kyle says, stretching his hands over his head and pushing his chest out.
“What?” Mike drops down onto his bed next to Kyle. Kyle relaxes, hooks his hands behind his head
“Stamp on those feelings,” he says, nudging the back of Mike’s head gently with his elbow, “don’t let them get the better of you, you’re good at what you do Mike, don’t let Harvey Specter take that way from you,” Kyle drops his hands into his lap and Mike raises an eyebrow at him.
“Well if I didn’t know better I would say you just gave me a compliment,” he says and Kyle scoffs.
“Nah…” he says, crawling forward and climbing off the bed, “just sweet talking you to get you on your knees,” he says with a smirk, his hand going to his crotch and Mike drops his gaze, sees Kyle’s fingers curl around his own dick.
“It wont work right now,” Mike says, dragging his eyes upwards. Kyle drops his hand and frowns.
“I mean it Mike,” he says seriously, “They all want to save us,” he says and a look for regret passes over his face briefly before he sobers again, “You stop whatever you’re feeling right now.”
“I’m trying,” Mike practically whines, throwing his hands into the air.
“Try harder…” Kyle then smirks, his hand going back to his crotch. “Speaking of harder,” he says and Mike throws his pillow at him.
“Go jerk off or something,” he says and Kyle throws the pillow back, and walks out, his laughter trails after him and Mike lies back on his bed.
Try Harder, he thinks.
What he really needs is to see another client, to remind himself why he does what he does. Tom Keller, one of Mike’s regulars, a hot shot who had done hugely well on the internet and his Fantasy Football site had called him yesterday, wanting to see him but he was with Harvey. Goddam Harvey, he thinks, messing up everything. Mike grabs his phone, types a quick message to Tom who replies within two minutes.
Mike smiles to himself as he pulls out clothes to wear, at least Tom will help take his mind off Harvey.
…
If Harvey had known today was going to be this bad he wouldn’t have left the house this morning. Except that every where he looked he saw Mike, or traces of Mike, and no matter how confident his “I’ll see you soon,” was, Harvey’s not relying on it.
It starts with Ray being two minutes late, he apologises but Harvey barks at him, ignores the apologies and fumes in the back as Ray weaves the car in and out of traffic trying to make up for lost time. Donna’s not at her desk when he gets to the office and Harvey growls at the nearest passer-by to find her. A client threatens to pull out of a major deal until Harvey threatens him right back with actual bodily harm unless he signs it. Jessica threatens to fire him if he pulls that crap again. And his hands still smell like Mike no matter how many times he washes them.
“I don’t care what happened last night, you talk to me like that again and I’m quitting,” Harvey looks up from his pile of paper work to see Donna with her hands on her hips.
“No you wont,” he replies, looking back down and he can feel Donna’s glare at the top of his head.
“You’re right….but I wouldn’t drink any coffees I give you from now on,” she spins on her heel and Harvey eyes his mug carefully before grabbing the glass of water instead.
He’s pissed at himself. Not only for taking his anger out on other people, but for letting emotions get the better of him and possibly ruining things with Mike as a result.
The kid’s a genius, one who likes to read up on Harvard Law for fun, one who reacts to Harvey’s touches like no one Harvey’s even been with, one who just happens to be an escort. Harvey sighs, spins his chair around to face the cityscape. He needs to get a grip, needs to nip this whole thing in the bud. This is exactly why Harvey is against having emotions, emotions fuck things up, they spin people around, complicate issues and since when did Harvey become a slave to his emotions. He sighs again, stands and tugs down his vest, takes a sip of coffee whilst pointedly looking at Donna. She scowls slightly, with a hint of a smirk and Harvey sweeps past her desk.
“Remind me to give you a raise,” he says and she scoffs.
“I’ve been giving myself raises every 3 months for 5 years,” she says and Harvey raises his hand in a mock salute and rounds to corner to Jessica’s office.
Time to build some bridges.
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“Harvey?” Mike grips at his phone, he’s halfway through putting his shoes on, on his way out to see Tom. His stomach tightens.
“You busy tonight?” Harvey sounds easy, light, like he didn’t basically ask Mike to give up his job for him last night. Mike frowns to himself, bends down and pulls his shoe on.
“Um…yeah actually, everything ok?” he asks.
“Yeah fine, just need a date so…I’ll ask Kyle,” Mike ignores the stab of jealousy, grips the phone harder. This is what he wanted, he wanted Harvey to be easy, to use Kyle whenever he wanted, to treat Mike like the escort he is rather than something else, something more important but now Harvey’s doing just that and Mike can’t quite figure out if he’s pleased or not, “I’ll see you soon,” Harvey hangs up and leaves Mike holding the phone to his ear.
He takes a deep breath. This is good he thinks, this is what you want. He nods to himself, grabs a toothbrush and shoves it into his pocket as he heads out, catching Kyle in the hallway on the phone, and he grins. Kyle grimaces like he’s apologising and Mike shrugs, blows him a kiss, smirks at Kyle’s mimed gagging and heads out to meet Tom.
…
“I want Mike…exclusively,” Harvey’s dropping Kyle off after another boring client event, and having Kyle suck his brains out in the car on the way back. Kyle grinned as he said goodbye, and Harvey kissed him hard, tasted himself in Kyle’s mouth and couldn’t help the groan that escaped.
Trevor looks up from his phone, a frown passes over his face but he schools his features quickly. Harvey doesn’t even know what possesses him to say that, he hadn’t even thought about it, but he had walked into the building without thinking, dropping Kyle off, and now he’s here, with reminders of Mike all around him and he feels himself lose control again. Mike’s out with someone else tonight, Mike’s not here, Mike’s not waiting for Harvey to call him and the thought makes anger bubble under his skin.
“It will cost you,” Trevor says, pocketing his phone and crossing his arms. Harvey sighs heavily, money isn’t an option, Trevor knows that. Harvey booked out Kyle for a week before when Harvey and Jessica were invited to Vale to a clients skiing chalet. “Does Mike know this?” Trevor asks and Harvey shifts slightly.
“I would appreciate it if you let me ask him,” Harvey replies and Trevor hides a smirk.
“Ask him or tell him?” Trevor says and Harvey ignores the question and what it implies. He swallows and Trevor smirks openly, “does the exclusivity include or exclude people in the house?”
“Who’s he fucking in the house?” Harvey asks, his hands balling into fists at the thought of anyone touching Mike. He really needs to get this out of his system, maybe not see Mike for a few weeks. This possessiveness is in danger of getting out of control.
“Kyle…” Trevor answers and Harvey should have really known. Should have figured it out from a few things the kid did, the swipes of his thumbs over Harvey’s hipbones, that’s all Kyle and he’d been so blinded by Mike that he would’ve figured it out, “me, and I wouldn’t swear he hasn’t fucked around with Jenny on more than one occasion. That girl looks to Mike like he’s the second coming, it’s pathetic really,” Trevor continues with a slight curl of his lips in disgust. He flicks an imaginary speck of dust off his jacket lapel.
“How about you leave it to me to ask Mike and I pay you double, per hour, what I would usually pay, how does that sound?” Harvey says and Trevor feigns thinking about it for a second before he sticks his hand out.
“Sounds like a deal, Mr Specter,” Harvey takes his hand and Trevor grins, “nice doing business with you.”
Chapter 5
Chapter 3
Mike’s quiet on the way up to Harvey’s apartment. Harvey knows he’s pissed him off, knows that Mike is still angry under his relatively calm persona, and probably the main reason he came up with Harvey is because Harvey is paying him.
It grates on him, that fact, because for all intents and purposes the kid is perfect. He’s intelligent and snarky, sees through Harvey’s bullshit, kisses like he’s giving everything to Harvey. But there is always that voice in the back of Harvey’s head that’s taunting him, you’re paying him to be perfect.
Mike accepts the glass of scotch Harvey offers him, but he’s still not really looking at Harvey. He turns away to wander out onto the balcony and Harvey sighs before he follows.
“I didn’t mean to belittle what you do Mike,” he says and Mike’s hand around the railing tightens, his knuckles go white.
“I know,” he says, uncurls his fingers slightly. “People are quick to judge what I do, even people who use my services. Don’t forget you want me here Harvey, don’t forget that’s the only reason I am here,” he turns towards Harvey and in the semi darkness Harvey can’t see his eyes.
“The only reason?” Mike doesn’t answer, ducks his head and looks back out at the city.
“Why me? Why not stick with Kyle?” Mike asks. Harvey takes a deep breath, stands next to Mike, pressing his shoulder to Mike’s. Mike doesn’t move away, stiffens slightly, but stays with his arm pressed to Harvey’s.
“Kyle’s pretty,” Mike nods absently and Harvey feels a stab of jealousy up his spine, “he was perfect for what I needed. Eager to please, easy on the eyes, happy to be shared,” Mike swallows and Harvey watches the way his throat moves, “I think…” Harvey stops and Mike looks at him, “I need something else now…” Mike cocks his head to the side, trails his hand down Harvey’s arm, across his knuckles.
“You do realise you can’t have a relationship with your escort Harvey?” he says, “Nothing’s real when you pay for it,” Harvey wishes he could see Mike’s face properly right now, instead of just half in shadow and the other half reflecting the city lights from below.
“You telling me not to fall for you Mike?” Harvey takes a step forward to him and takes the scotch out of his hand, he places his and Mike’s on the small table next to him and wraps his hands around Mike’s face, fingers stroking at the back of Mike’s hair. Mike lets out a small sigh and his eyes slide shut.
“Yes,” he whispers and Harvey pulls him forward, brushes his lips across Mike’s and Mike parts his, breath hot against Harvey’s.
“You’re under my skin kid,” he says and Mike shivers slightly, from the cool night air, from Harvey’s breath, he’s not sure.
“Harvey,” there’s a slight warning in there but Harvey doesn’t listen and Mike’s hands clasp at his elbows.
“You can walk out that door, stop this right now, no questions asked,” Harvey says, then kisses Mike, slow and deliberate and Mike lets him, gives in eventually as kisses Harvey back, “Or, you can stay, and see what it’s like to actually feel for someone,” Harvey pulls away and Mike sways slightly but he lifts his head and stares straight at Harvey.
“I’m not giving it up for you,” he says and Harvey hooks his fingers into Mike’s waist band, tugs him closer again.
“I’m not asking you to,” he replies, “just…” he trails off as Mike cocks his head to the side again, his smaller hand covering Harvey’s where his fingers are tangled in Mike’s waist band. He curls his fingers round, strokes them over Harvey’s palm, tugs his hand out and smiles slightly as he pulls Harvey into the apartment. The smile is forced, Harvey knows the kids face well enough by now to know that there’s still a lingering hint of anger, or doubt and worry in him but he swallows it down and pulls Harvey through the apartment, shuts the bedroom door with his foot. His hands make light work of Harvey’s pants, pulling them down as he slides to his knees in one liquid movement and Harvey runs his own hand over Mike’s face, thumb sliding across his cheekbone, his lips, down his chin and back across his jaw. Mike licks at his lips, lifts his hands and spans them over Harvey’s thighs, he kneads at the muscles gently, presses a kiss to Harvey’s stomach, slides his hands upwards to his hips. Mike slides his thumbs across the soft skin at the tops of Harvey’s thighs, across his hip bones and Harvey has a moment of deja vu until Mike leans forward, licks a long stripe up the underside of his already half hard dick and Harvey forgets everything except the feel of the kids hands on him, his mouth sucking the head of his dick into that warm, wet heat, tongue almost rough, but slick strokes along the vein underneath the head and Harvey’s knees nearly give out. Mike digs his fingers in harder, pushes forward and swallows the whole of Harvey’s dick, humming on his way down, nose pressed into Harvey’s stomach. Mike swallows, swipes his thumb over Harvey’s hips again and pulls back. He looks up at Harvey, eyes shining in the semi darkness of the room, swirls his tongue across the slit of Harvey’s dick. He looks debauched like this, professional and debauched and Harvey has to look away, can’t look at him and remember he’s paying for this when he suddenly has an urge to have Mike like this for free. No other clients, no Trevor, no pasts, no histories, just them. Mike sinks low again, slides one hand back and around Harvey’s ass, slips between his cheeks, the slight pressure at his hole enough to have Harvey coming hard, pushing his dick all the way into Mike’s mouth and coming down his throat.
Mike takes it all, swallows, and pulls off. He looks up at Harvey and swipes his thumb across his lower lip, catches a drop of Harvey’s come and pushes it back into his mouth and Harvey growls as he hauls Mike to his feet. He kisses Mike, tastes himself in Mike’s mouth and Mike kisses him back, but Harvey can feel that he’s still holding back a little. Harvey doesn’t blame him, he insulted Mike’s profession basically, and by extension insulted Mike, he admitted to feeling more for Mike than he should and now he’s not sure if Mike is here because of the money, or because he feels something else as well.
He pulls back, searches Mike’s face, but it’s irritatingly passive, except for a faint blush against his cheeks and the slightly swollen look of his lips, he’s giving nothing away.
“Do you want to be here Mike?” Harvey asks, despite his better judgment and Mike’s eyes narrow slightly but he reaches out and brushes a hand over Harvey’s stomach, his knuckles grazing over the line of hair from his navel.
“I don’t do anything I don’t want to,” Mike answers, like that’s enough to put Harvey’s mind at rest. It’s not but Harvey, despite having just come, feels his dick give a valiant twitch as Mike’s fingers brush slightly lower.
“Get undressed,” Harvey growls and Mike’s whole body stills for a second and Harvey remembers the kid’s reaction to his order in the car. Mike moves though, shrugs his jacket off his shoulders and then works on his buttons. Harvey can’t help but notice the way his hands shake slightly but then he’s pushing his shirt down his arms and his stomach muscles moves as he sucks in a breath and Harvey can hardly remember how to breathe. Mike pushes his pants down his thighs, toes off his shoes and socks and stands in front of Harvey, naked, willing, and waits. “You like the orders don’t you?” Harvey asks, lifting Mike’s chin and Mike doesn’t meet his eyes.
“Yes,” the word is quiet, more like a sigh than anything but Harvey hears it loud and clear. He swallows heavily.
“I want you to answer me honestly,” Mike snaps his eyes upwards and Harvey lets him go, long enough to slip his own jacket and shirt off, but then he touches Mike again, slides his hand around Mike’s face, thumb pressing into the soft skin under Mike’s chin. He feels Mike swallow, “are you still angry with me?”
“Yes,” Mike says quietly again and Harvey leans forward, brushes his lips against Mike’s.
“Do you want to leave?” Mike’s breath hitches and he jerks slightly, like he wants to move but Harvey hasn’t told him to so he stays still. Harvey’s dick aches at that though.
“No,” Mike replies and Harvey heaves an internal sigh of relief.
“Am I more than just a client to you?” Harvey doesn’t know why he asks, except maybe he’s a glutton for punishment. Mike’s eyes widen and he looks terrified for a second, tries to pull out of Harvey’s grip but Harvey wraps his other hand around Mike’s arm and holds him tight.
“Harvey,” Harvey tightens his grip, relishes the thought of the bruises that will bloom on Mike’s skin tomorrow morning.
“Answer the question,” Harvey snaps and he feels Mike force himself to relax, to stop trying to get away.
“No…yes…I…don’t know,” Mike answers. Harvey feels something inside him relax, however minutely, at least Mike didn’t settle on no, he’s just as confused as Harvey is about this whole thing.
“I don’t want you to be here just because I’m paying you,” Harvey says and Mike blinks.
“I want…” Mike bites off his words as Harvey arches his hips forward into Mike’s and for a sweet moment Harvey thinks Mike’s going to tell him he wants to be here, “I want you to fuck me,” he says instead and Harvey will take it, as long as its what Mike really wants. “Jesus Harvey just fuck me.”
There’s a biting edge of anger in his words and his eyes flash as Harvey pushes him down onto the bed, “fuck me” he whispers again as Harvey crawls over him and runs his hands up Mike’s sides, fitting his fingers in the spaces between Mike’s ribs. Mike arches, back curving upwards, head thrown back and Harvey’s honestly never seen anything more gorgeous. And he feels himself, his control, slipping as Mike opens his eyes and says those two words again.
…
Mike’s losing control, he can feel it, the way his body reacts to Harvey is just too much, he just needs to feel something other than his grip on his life slipping. He needs to feel Harvey fucking him hard, needs to forget that this man has swept in and is in danger of turning Mike’s world upside down.
He meant it when he said he didn’t know if Harvey was more than a client. Mike always ends up feeling something more for clients anyway, it’s a habit, Mike gets attached, he always has. He likes to think that’s what sets him apart from the others, he feels, he cares. But this is becoming more than that. And Mike wants to scream at Harvey, wants to walk out the door and never see him again. He wants to kiss Harvey and never leave.
“Fuck me, Harvey…please…please,” he can hear the pleading in his own voice and Harvey growls low in his throat, slides a hand under Mike’s back and hauls him to his knees, pressing their chests together. Mike feels stripped bare by Harvey demanding a confession of sorts, helpless and Harvey presses his palm flat to Mike’s back, kisses him hard. Mike can still taste Harvey on his tongue and Harvey can no doubt taste himself.
“Face the mirror,” Harvey mutters and Mike pulls himself from Harvey’s grasp and turns, getting on all fours facing the large mirror on the closet doors. He sees Harvey moves behind him, watches his face as his jaw twitches, his hand running down Mike’s spine and Mike arches into the touch, shudders when Harvey slips a finger between his ass cheeks.
“I want you to watch Mike,” Harvey says, and Mike has to strain his ears to hear him, “Because you’ll remember then wont you?” Mike bites on his bottom lip as Harvey pulls one of his fingers into his mouth and out again, slides it between Mike’s ass again, “Wont you?” he demands an answer.
“Yes,” Harvey pushes his finger inside and Mike shuts his eyes.
“Look at me,” Harvey orders, his finger pulling out of Mike’s ass. He looks back at Harvey, catches the raw look on his face and then Harvey’s moving to the side, fumbling in the bedside drawer. Mike watches as he comes back, flips the lid on the bottle of lube and coats his fingers. He pushes one inside Mike again, curls it, pulls out and adds another. “So fucking gorgeous Mike you have no idea,” Mike doesn’t want to hear this, not right now, he can’t.
“You going to fuck me?” he asks and Harvey crooks his fingers, presses into Mike’s prostate and Mike’s vision whites out, his hands scrabbling at the sheets. Harvey grips at his hip.
“I want you to remember the way my hands feel on you, and how my dick feels in your ass,” Harvey pulls his fingers out, rolls a condom over his dick and lines up, pushes in with one smooth, fluid movement and Mike groans, pushes his hips backwards. “Want you to remember everything,” Harvey says, running his hand down Mike’s spine again, staring at Mike in the mirror with an expression that says too much of what he’s feeling right now and Mike wants to look away, doesn’t want to remember everything about this, wants to be able to lock it in “yet another client” file inside his head.
“Eyes on me Mike,” Harvey growls, pulling out almost all the way, the head of his dick catching on the tight ring of muscle, before he pushes back in and Mike feels something coil in his belly, “I want to see your face as you come,” Harvey leans forward, slides his hand round Mike’s chest and pulls him to his knees. Mike lets his head fall back against Harvey’s shoulder.
“No,” Harvey growls again, tangling his fingers into Mike’s hair and pulling his head forward, “you don’t get to look away.” Mike swallows around his suddenly dry throat, pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and Harvey slides his hand down his chest, pinches Mike’s nipple between his thumb and forefinger. And its almost too hard, too painful, but then Harvey moves his hand lower, curls his fingers around Mike’s dick, drags his hand slowly upwards at the same time as pushing his dick into Mike’s ass hard, deep, and Mike feels himself about to fall apart.
“Come for me, Mike,” Harvey says, low against Mike’s ear, bites on his ear lobe and Mike gasps, feels the heat of his nearing orgasm and Harvey’s order spread throughout his belly, “come.”
Mike shouts when he comes, as Harvey twists his hand around his dick, watches the way his face screws up and his stomach clenches as he comes over Harvey’s hand. Harvey strokes him through it, fucks him deep and fast, his hips losing rhythm. He bites down on Mike’s shoulder, soothes the bites with his tongue and Mike clenches his muscles around Harvey’s dick and then Harvey grunts, pushes Mike to his hands and knees again and pushes all the way in once more. He drops his head to Mike’s shoulder blades, runs his hand down Mike’s sides, his hips twitch once but then he’s pulling out, climbing off the bed and stalks into the bathroom.
Mike sighs, rubs a hand over his face. He doesn’t know what this means for them now, he can’t wrap his head around it. A cabinet door slams from the bathroom, there’s a muttered curse and then Mike hears the shower being turned on.
He wants to stay awake, wants to talk to Harvey when he comes out but he’s dancing at the edge of sleep and he lets himself close his eyes, his skin still buzzing from Harvey’s touch.
…
Mike’s asleep when Harvey emerges from the bathroom, thankfully. His legs apart and his arms crossed under his head, there’s a faint red mark at his hip where Harvey’s fingers pressed in and his back is rising and falling deep and even as he breathes.
Harvey’s finger itch to touch him, to wake him up and drag another orgasm out of him but he just slides into bed, carefully, so as not to wake Mike. Mike shifts though, turns his face into the circle of his arms, he rubs his cheek against his forearm a couple of times and then looks up at Harvey, blinks, his hair sticking up, and there’s still a faint blush of sex across his cheeks. He looks adorable and yet completely corrupted.
He crawls upwards, slides in next to Harvey and settles himself close, but not touching.
“It’s never this complicated with anyone else,” Mike mutters and Harvey freezes. Mike moves, turns on his side and reaches out, rests his hand on Harvey’s chest, his fingers tracing out patterns across his skin, “I…” Harvey doesn’t move, lets Mike shift closer, “all I know is that my head’s quiet with you,” Mike finishes with a sigh, Harvey lifts his hand and covers Mike’s.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he says and Mike pulls his hand out from under Harvey’s, shifts onto his front and folds them under his head again.
“Do, because it was meant as one,” he says, closing his eyes and lapsing into silence.
…
Mike’s got his back to him when Harvey wakes up and he takes that as a sign. The previous time Mike stayed over, Harvey woke with his legs tangled together and Mike’s hot breath against his neck and he had to untangle himself slowly and gently before getting out of bed. But Mike’s lying on his side, his shoulder tense and if Harvey didn’t know better he would have said he was awake and avoiding the conversation that’s no doubt going to happen. Mike shifts though, mutters something incoherent and turns onto his back, throwing an arm over his head, his fingers twitch and there’s a frown on his forehead as he turns his face towards Harvey. Harvey sighs, slides out of bed and leaves Mike sleeping, wanders to the kitchen in search of caffeine.
He halfway through his first cup when Mike appears, sleepy, scratching the back of his head, his suit pants, the only clothes he has right now, are slung low on his hips, button undone. Mike smiles briefly, just a hint, and even that is enough to show Harvey he’s forcing it.
“Mike,” Mike’s shoulder tense again as he pours himself a cup of coffee and Harvey wants to trace the line of his spine with his tongue. Mike turns though, cup raised to his mouth, “look,” Harvey scrubs a hand across his face, “if you’re angry with me, tell me,” Mike swallows and puts down his cup, crosses his arms over his chest.
“Why would I be angry with you?” he says and Harvey sighs again, raises an eyebrow at the kid. Mike’s face is impassive. “I’m not paid to have a relationship with you Harvey, to talk about feelings,” Harvey makes an attempt to touch him but Mike sidesteps out of his reach, “I’m paid to be your whore,” the words are like a slap to the face and Harvey takes a step back, “I’m paid to let you fuck me and to make you feel good about yourself.”
Harvey sighs and pulls his wallet out of his jacket hanging over the back of one of the kitchen stools.
“Would that cover a conversation about feeling?” Harvey spits out, slapping a pile of notes onto the counter next to him and Mike’s cup clatters into the sink. Harvey’s lost this conversation, he can feel it.
“I’ll call a cab,” Mike mutters, heading back to Harvey’s bedroom.
“Dammit,” Harvey feels the need to punch something, to take his anger out of the nearest hard surface. He settles for throwing his own mug into the sink, “Mike…”
Mike’s got his back to the door, and is pulling on his shirt. He doesn’t turn when he hears Harvey but pauses briefly, and turns his head minutely.
“This is so much more than just a job to you Mike,” Harvey says and Mike stops, takes a deep breath.
“No its not,” he says, turning around and grabbing his jacket off the chair, “It can’t be.”
“Look, Mike, I’ve apologised ok. I’m not trying to save you, I’m not asking you to give your life up for me, I just…” He reaches out as curls his fingers around Mike’s arm. Mike doesn’t pull out of his grasp, but his gaze flickers to Harvey’s hand and back up to his face.
“Just what Harvey?” Mike snaps, shrugging out of Harvey’s grasp.
“I want you to still be amenable to,” Harvey starts, practically stumbling over his words like he’s never done before.
“Letting you fuck me?” Mike interrupts with a raised eyebrow and a cruel look on his face. Harvey takes a step forward, notes with pleasure that Mike doesn’t step away, only stiffens slightly.
“Mike…” Mike sighs, closes his eyes and takes a step back. When he opens his eyes he’s face is a strange mixture of forced easiness and impasse.
“Ok look,” he says, reaching out and patting Harvey’s chest lightly, “you pissed me off last night. But I’ll get over it,” he forces a smile, “I’m sorry I wasn’t more…professional this morning, I got…carried away, it wont happen next time,” he stresses next time and smiles again, drops his hand from Harvey’s chest and grabs his jacket from the chair at the foot of the bed.
Harvey wants to kiss him, wants to fuck him into the mattress till he’s pliant, wants to use the tone of voice he used last night and see the way Mike shakes, wants to lock the doors and not let him go till they’ve figured this out. He reaches out and cups his hands around Mike’s face. Mike’s eyes go wide for a second but they soften and something swims under the blue. Harvey runs his thumbs along Mike’s cheek bones. Mike’s eyes flutter closed, his eyelashes ridiculously long lie against his cheek. Harvey leans forward and presses his lips to Mike’s and Mike sighs, lets Harvey kiss him until he reaches up and pulls Harvey’s hands away.
“I’ve got go,” he says, and there’s a hint of regret under his cool tone, “I’ll see you soon,” he trails his fingers across Harvey’s palm before he walks out of the bedroom.
Harvey hears the front door close and hates the heavy pit of loneliness that pools in his stomach.
…
“Feel like blowing me in the shower?” Mike rolls his eyes at Kyle. Kyle smirks, cocks his head to the side and studies Mike.
“Not now Kyle, ok?” Mike sighs and Kyle, ever one for lounging against door frames, pushing himself upright.
“You alright?” Kyle asks, stepping into Mike’s room and Mike sighs, because honestly how the hell is he meant to answer that question.
“Fine,” Mike replies, words clipped and short and Kyle raises an eyebrow.
“Harvey?” And that one word is almost enough to make Mike shiver, just his name. He closes his eyes against the barrage of images, Harvey’s hands on him, his mouth against Mike’s ear, the hot demanding words.
“I said, not now Kyle,” he snaps and Kyle steps in front of him and squints, like he’s trying to see something. His eyes widen and he crosses his arms over his chest.
“He’s got to you,” he says and Mike shifts under his gaze. “Mike, you can’t let them get to you,” he shifts to the side to catch Mike’s eyes again and Mike sighs, turns away and runs his fingers through his hair.
“I know, Kyle, Christ,” Kyle sits on Mike’s bed, shifts backwards till he’s leaning against the headboard, his knees bent, feet pressed into Mike’s duvet and Mike resists the urge to tell him to get his feet off.
“Well you know what you gotta do?” Kyle says, stretching his hands over his head and pushing his chest out.
“What?” Mike drops down onto his bed next to Kyle. Kyle relaxes, hooks his hands behind his head
“Stamp on those feelings,” he says, nudging the back of Mike’s head gently with his elbow, “don’t let them get the better of you, you’re good at what you do Mike, don’t let Harvey Specter take that way from you,” Kyle drops his hands into his lap and Mike raises an eyebrow at him.
“Well if I didn’t know better I would say you just gave me a compliment,” he says and Kyle scoffs.
“Nah…” he says, crawling forward and climbing off the bed, “just sweet talking you to get you on your knees,” he says with a smirk, his hand going to his crotch and Mike drops his gaze, sees Kyle’s fingers curl around his own dick.
“It wont work right now,” Mike says, dragging his eyes upwards. Kyle drops his hand and frowns.
“I mean it Mike,” he says seriously, “They all want to save us,” he says and a look for regret passes over his face briefly before he sobers again, “You stop whatever you’re feeling right now.”
“I’m trying,” Mike practically whines, throwing his hands into the air.
“Try harder…” Kyle then smirks, his hand going back to his crotch. “Speaking of harder,” he says and Mike throws his pillow at him.
“Go jerk off or something,” he says and Kyle throws the pillow back, and walks out, his laughter trails after him and Mike lies back on his bed.
Try Harder, he thinks.
What he really needs is to see another client, to remind himself why he does what he does. Tom Keller, one of Mike’s regulars, a hot shot who had done hugely well on the internet and his Fantasy Football site had called him yesterday, wanting to see him but he was with Harvey. Goddam Harvey, he thinks, messing up everything. Mike grabs his phone, types a quick message to Tom who replies within two minutes.
Mike smiles to himself as he pulls out clothes to wear, at least Tom will help take his mind off Harvey.
…
If Harvey had known today was going to be this bad he wouldn’t have left the house this morning. Except that every where he looked he saw Mike, or traces of Mike, and no matter how confident his “I’ll see you soon,” was, Harvey’s not relying on it.
It starts with Ray being two minutes late, he apologises but Harvey barks at him, ignores the apologies and fumes in the back as Ray weaves the car in and out of traffic trying to make up for lost time. Donna’s not at her desk when he gets to the office and Harvey growls at the nearest passer-by to find her. A client threatens to pull out of a major deal until Harvey threatens him right back with actual bodily harm unless he signs it. Jessica threatens to fire him if he pulls that crap again. And his hands still smell like Mike no matter how many times he washes them.
“I don’t care what happened last night, you talk to me like that again and I’m quitting,” Harvey looks up from his pile of paper work to see Donna with her hands on her hips.
“No you wont,” he replies, looking back down and he can feel Donna’s glare at the top of his head.
“You’re right….but I wouldn’t drink any coffees I give you from now on,” she spins on her heel and Harvey eyes his mug carefully before grabbing the glass of water instead.
He’s pissed at himself. Not only for taking his anger out on other people, but for letting emotions get the better of him and possibly ruining things with Mike as a result.
The kid’s a genius, one who likes to read up on Harvard Law for fun, one who reacts to Harvey’s touches like no one Harvey’s even been with, one who just happens to be an escort. Harvey sighs, spins his chair around to face the cityscape. He needs to get a grip, needs to nip this whole thing in the bud. This is exactly why Harvey is against having emotions, emotions fuck things up, they spin people around, complicate issues and since when did Harvey become a slave to his emotions. He sighs again, stands and tugs down his vest, takes a sip of coffee whilst pointedly looking at Donna. She scowls slightly, with a hint of a smirk and Harvey sweeps past her desk.
“Remind me to give you a raise,” he says and she scoffs.
“I’ve been giving myself raises every 3 months for 5 years,” she says and Harvey raises his hand in a mock salute and rounds to corner to Jessica’s office.
Time to build some bridges.
…
“Harvey?” Mike grips at his phone, he’s halfway through putting his shoes on, on his way out to see Tom. His stomach tightens.
“You busy tonight?” Harvey sounds easy, light, like he didn’t basically ask Mike to give up his job for him last night. Mike frowns to himself, bends down and pulls his shoe on.
“Um…yeah actually, everything ok?” he asks.
“Yeah fine, just need a date so…I’ll ask Kyle,” Mike ignores the stab of jealousy, grips the phone harder. This is what he wanted, he wanted Harvey to be easy, to use Kyle whenever he wanted, to treat Mike like the escort he is rather than something else, something more important but now Harvey’s doing just that and Mike can’t quite figure out if he’s pleased or not, “I’ll see you soon,” Harvey hangs up and leaves Mike holding the phone to his ear.
He takes a deep breath. This is good he thinks, this is what you want. He nods to himself, grabs a toothbrush and shoves it into his pocket as he heads out, catching Kyle in the hallway on the phone, and he grins. Kyle grimaces like he’s apologising and Mike shrugs, blows him a kiss, smirks at Kyle’s mimed gagging and heads out to meet Tom.
…
“I want Mike…exclusively,” Harvey’s dropping Kyle off after another boring client event, and having Kyle suck his brains out in the car on the way back. Kyle grinned as he said goodbye, and Harvey kissed him hard, tasted himself in Kyle’s mouth and couldn’t help the groan that escaped.
Trevor looks up from his phone, a frown passes over his face but he schools his features quickly. Harvey doesn’t even know what possesses him to say that, he hadn’t even thought about it, but he had walked into the building without thinking, dropping Kyle off, and now he’s here, with reminders of Mike all around him and he feels himself lose control again. Mike’s out with someone else tonight, Mike’s not here, Mike’s not waiting for Harvey to call him and the thought makes anger bubble under his skin.
“It will cost you,” Trevor says, pocketing his phone and crossing his arms. Harvey sighs heavily, money isn’t an option, Trevor knows that. Harvey booked out Kyle for a week before when Harvey and Jessica were invited to Vale to a clients skiing chalet. “Does Mike know this?” Trevor asks and Harvey shifts slightly.
“I would appreciate it if you let me ask him,” Harvey replies and Trevor hides a smirk.
“Ask him or tell him?” Trevor says and Harvey ignores the question and what it implies. He swallows and Trevor smirks openly, “does the exclusivity include or exclude people in the house?”
“Who’s he fucking in the house?” Harvey asks, his hands balling into fists at the thought of anyone touching Mike. He really needs to get this out of his system, maybe not see Mike for a few weeks. This possessiveness is in danger of getting out of control.
“Kyle…” Trevor answers and Harvey should have really known. Should have figured it out from a few things the kid did, the swipes of his thumbs over Harvey’s hipbones, that’s all Kyle and he’d been so blinded by Mike that he would’ve figured it out, “me, and I wouldn’t swear he hasn’t fucked around with Jenny on more than one occasion. That girl looks to Mike like he’s the second coming, it’s pathetic really,” Trevor continues with a slight curl of his lips in disgust. He flicks an imaginary speck of dust off his jacket lapel.
“How about you leave it to me to ask Mike and I pay you double, per hour, what I would usually pay, how does that sound?” Harvey says and Trevor feigns thinking about it for a second before he sticks his hand out.
“Sounds like a deal, Mr Specter,” Harvey takes his hand and Trevor grins, “nice doing business with you.”
Chapter 5