In For A Penny (7/7)

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I have been wanting to use that gif for ages!

Anyway...here we are folks. Thanks for sticking with me, thank you to mrstotten and fluffygremlin for listening to me whine and have mini meltdowns.

Chapter 6



The first thing Mike does when he lets himself into his apartment is fling open the windows and run his finger over the fine layer of dust along the ledge. He sighs heavily, pressing his forehead to the cool glass as the sounds from the street rise up to him.

He hasn’t been here for weeks, probably months more like it, preferring the company of the house, but he’s always kept it, paid the rent and the landlord hadn’t cared that there hadn’t been anyone actually living there. Mike uses it as a refuge, when things get too much, he spends the night, sleeps until he wakes by himself and sits, thinks, tries to ignore the buzzing in his head.

He’d needed to come here, after leaving Harvey’s. He flexes his hand and winces slightly as his knuckles protest at the thought of Harvey. That fucking, egotistical, self-satisfied…

Mike takes another deep breath and ignores the almost burning twitching in his fingers to roll a joint, to smoke until the fog comes down and he can sleep. He pushes himself off from the window and wanders over to the fridge. There’s a bottle of vodka in the freezer and a few ice cubes in the tray and Mike tips them into a glass, pours a generous amount of vodka and sipped it.

The more rational part of his mind knows that Harvey was only trying to help, in his own messed up way, he was trying to get Mike to quit. But Mike had told him that he didn’t need or want saving, that he liked what he did, and he had thought that would have been enough for Harvey, that he would have backed off. Mike drains his glass and pours another measure and throws himself down onto the couch.

The less rational part, the part that had punched Harvey, is so angry Mike can still feel it bubbling in his veins and he clenches his hand around the glass, fingers slipping against the condensation. How dare Harvey try to dictate Mike’s life like that? He wasn’t Mike’s boss, or pimp, or boyfriend. He’s a client, nothing more, nothing less and it doesn’t make Mike weak to like what he does. To need what he does in an almost primitive way that makes it almost impossible for others to understand. Mike needs to be needed, if only for a few hours, he needs that responsibility. And Harvey had seen that, used it against him, used that tone of voice to turn Mike to putty in Harvey’s hands and Mike’s so angry he could punch Harvey all over again.

He ignores the very small, tiny, part that likes the idea of being Harvey’s exclusively, the tiny part that loved when Harvey would use that voice, when he would wrap his fingers around Mike’s arms possessively, or lay his hand flat against Mike’s stomach and pull him close. That part that wants to give it all up for Harvey.

Mike swallows the rest of the vodka in his glass as his phone beeps. He sighs as he pulls it out, having ignored ten calls from Trevor so far. But it’s a message from Tom, and no matter how bad things are, Mike never ignores messages from clients.

Are you still tied up with that client?

Mike frowns, wondering what Trevor had told people about where Mike was.

Long story but if you’re asking if I’m available, the answer’s yes.

Tom and Mike have always been honest with each other, right from the start and more times than Mike can remember he’s spilled out problems to Tom, who says some off hand remark that usually ends up being pretty decent advice. Tom’s easy, relaxed and completely aware of what and who Mike is, doesn’t try to save him, or change him.

Can you be here in 30?.

Mike lets out a small laugh. The last thing really he wants to do is to go to a client. But he needs it, he needs to reaffirm, to himself at least, what he is and why he does it.

I have beer.

Mike laughs again as another message comes through.

I’ll be there in 25

Mike types back and he hasn’t even got to his bedroom when his phone beeps again.

That’s my boy.

Mike freezes, his fingers curled around his door jamb, his mind on the time Harvey called him that, whispered into his ear, voice dark and low as Mike shudders in his arms, come for me, that’s my boy…good boy. He shakes his head and shoves his phone into his pocket, contemplates for 5 seconds about calling Tom and telling him to forget it, until the anger seeps back in. He can’t live his life like that, giving up every time something reminds him of Harvey.

He takes a breath, nods to himself. And makes it to Tom’s in 22 minutes.

…

“What’s going on?” Harvey looks up from his pile of paperwork and frowns at Donna. She just frowns back, crosses her arms over her chest and sticks her hip out to one side.

“What are you talking about?” Harvey asks and Donna scoffs, rolling her eyes in the way that means she knows Harvey’s bullshitting.

“Oh I don’t know, maybe the fact you’ve been foul all day, you actually growled at the new paralegal, I’m pretty sure Howard…” Donna raised her eyebrow at Harvey’s confused look, “the associate you always glare at? I’m pretty sure he peed his pants a little when you glared at him today. Oh and there’s a bruise on your jaw that wasn’t there yesterday,” Donna finishes and raises her eyebrow expectantly.

“I fell?” Harvey tries, leaning back in his chair. Donna scoffs again and Harvey sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose and tries to ignore the slowly building headache behind his eyes. “I walked into a door?”

“You have the coordination of a ballerina, you didn’t fall, or walk into a door,” Donna says and Harvey raises an eyebrow again.

“A ballerina? Really?”

“Not the point,” she waves her hand between them signalling the end of that conversation and then points to her own jaw, “Spill.”

“Mike punched me,” he says finally after deciphering the look from Donna, the one that meant she would see through a lie in a second.

“Little Mike? The tiny, malnourished kid, Mike?” Donna asks, eyes widening slightly in surprise.

“Yes, that Mike.”

“What did you do?” Donna asks and Harvey wonders, not for the first time, how she knows everything. “And there’s no point lying,” she says, sitting in the chair in front of Harvey’s office and crossing her legs, “so you might as well start from the beginning.”

“I paid for Mike’s exclusivity,” Donna’s face is almost a picture. Harvey’s forgotten what it’s like to surprise her.

“Why would you?”

“Hey,” Harvey cracks a half smile, “spilling means I talk,” Donna snaps her mouth shut and holds her hands out, signalling that he may continue and Harvey shakes his head slightly. “I paid for his exclusivity, Trevor told him, Mike punched me. End of story,” Harvey finishes. Its almost painful to think of Mike, and not just because of the dull ache in his jaw, but he misses the flash of brilliance behind the kids eyes, his skilled hands and mouth, they way he practically melted under Harvey’s touch, and Harvey’s words. All of it, Harvey misses, like a love sick teenager even though it’s only been a day. He can’t have it anymore. The selfish side of him wanted Mike for himself, wanted to own Mike, wanted Mike there whenever Harvey came home, late at night. The proud part refuses to pay Mike now. And now, he’s lost him.

“Jesus Harvey, why not just buy the kid, microchip him, and keep him in a cage in your kitchen. I’m surprised you didn’t have a contract read for him to sign the second he walked through the door. What’s wrong with you?” Donna says and Harvey arches an eyebrow at her.

“There’s, apparently, a lot wrong with me,” he replies, but then he smiles as an idea forms in his head. “Donna, you’re a genius,” he says, standing and he pats her shoulder as he walks out.

“I know...wait, what?”
…

Mike manages to get into the house and up to his room without anyone noticing. He’s been gone for two days, Tom had let him stay as long as he needed, and actually he had been surprisingly good company. They’d talked, fucked obviously, Tom’s hands felt lighter and less possessive than Harvey’s and Mike couldn’t deny that he missed Harvey’s touch. Tom had somehow, in the middle of the biggest joint Mike had ever seen, managed to hit the nail on the head.

“You need to figure out what you want Mike. And do that. Not what other people want.”

The trouble is Mike’s still not sure what he wants.

Yes he loves his job, he loves giving and being taken, he loves what it entails and he’s good at it, but he can’t do it forever, he knows that, there will come a time when he isn’t able to do it anymore. And when that time comes he wants to be settled, happy, with someone.

Mike has never been one to mix business with pleasure. He cares for his clients but he can leave them in an instant if he needs to. But the longer he was with Harvey, the more felt himself falling, dangerously so, for him and he had been entertaining the thought that maybe, just maybe Harvey was the endgame.

“Ok so Jenny’s freaking out,” Kyle pops his head round Mike’s door and Mike can’t muster the energy to pretend to be surprised that Kyle knew he was here. He raises an eyebrow and Kyle grins, steps into Mike’s room, “Trevor’s no where to be seen. You’ve been MIA for the past two days. And all because your Harvey…”

“He’s not my Harvey, Kyle,” Mike interrupts as Kyle sits down next to him on his bed. “You of all people should know that,” Kyle elbows him gently in the ribs.

“Hey, he never asked me to be exclusive…” he says and Mike runs a hand through his hair.

“He didn’t ask…” Mike says quietly, ignoring the anger that churns his stomach briefly, “wait, did you know?” Kyle makes a face, then shakes his head.

“No. I would have told you if I had,” he says and Mike believes him, Kyle can’t keep a secret to save his life. “Anyway, that’s not on, no one can dictate our lives, Mike, you know that,” Mike’s surprised at the vehemence in Kyle’s voice, the way his eyes flash briefly as he looks at Mike.

“We say who, we say when, we say how much?” Mike raises an eyebrow and Kyle laughs at the quote, the tension gone from his body as he pushes at Mike’s shoulder.

“Exactly,” he says and Mike laughs, throws himself down and rests his hands under his head, kicks Kyle’s thigh.

“You’re such a dick,” Kyle grins, but crawls over Mike and rolls his hips.

“You love my dick…” Kyle sits, rests his hands on Mike’s ribs and cocks his head to one side. “What are you going to do?” he asks seriously and Mike tries to buck him off. Kyle leans down, brackets Mike’s head with his hands.

“I dunno,” Mike grumbles, more than a little aware that he sounds like a child.

“He’s offering you a way out Mike, take it,” Kyle says and Mike notices the emotion on his face before he masks it. Mike lets his fingers play against Kyle’s hips but he looks away.

“What if I don’t want a way out?” he mutters and Kyle snorts, sits back up again.

“We all do,” he says, pushing his hands up under Mike’s t-shirt, “deep down,” when he looks back at Mike all seriousness has gone and its replaced with a smirk as he runs his thumb over Mike’s nipple.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right,” Mike says, curling his hands around Kyle’s hips again.

“I’m always right,” Kyle says, grinning, “Now…you going to suck my dick?” Mike pushes him off and grabs the pillow from behind his head.

“Fuck you,” he grins, hitting Kyle on the shoulder with the pillow. Kyle stops it, throws it over his shoulder and laughs.

“Hey, now there’s an idea. We haven’t done that for a while,” he says, hitting his chin with his index finger and looking like he’s actually contemplating it. Mike rolls his eyes at him.

“Get out,” he says and Kyle laughs, then sobers.

“I don’t think Trevor’s coming back Mike, this place needs someone to run it,” Kyle’s gone before Mike can answer.

He’s had a few more missed calls from Trevor, one message just saying sorry. He still has no idea where Trevor is, not that he cares, he’s too angry with him right now. Not just for telling all of Mike’s clients that he was busy, but for agreeing to do it, and for withholding Harvey’s request from him. It’s like every single time Trevor’s let him down is suddenly important, they suddenly matter and Mike doesn’t know if Trevor comes back, he’ll be able to forgive him. Or even if he wants him to come back.

But Kyle’s right, this place does need someone to run it.

But Mike’s not sure if he’s ready to give up to run this place.

…

Harvey’s not even sure what he’s doing here. His stomach churns like he’s a nervous schoolgirl and he feels the weight of the crisp envelope in his hands. Jenny had greeted him with wariness and he couldn’t blame her. The girl looked tired, stressed and worried and she eyed him suspiciously when he told her he was here to see Mike. She had opened her mouth, no doubt to tell him Mike wasn’t here, but snapped it shut, nodded and had disappeared.

Harvey shifted on his feet, resisted the urge to stick his hands into his pockets. He needed to do this, needed to tell Mike what he felt, what he wanted, and that he’d never meant to try to dictate Mike’s life.

Ok so he had really, and mostly for selfish reasons. He wanted Mike and he didn’t want anyone else to have him.

He still wants Mike, and being here is bringing every little moment he’d shared with Mike flooding back and he remembers how Mike felt under his hands, the way he would obey the second Harvey told him to do something. His fingers twitch against the paper in his hands as Mike walks into the hall.

He’s wearing a pair of worn jeans, a grey t-shirt that looks like its been washed one too many times and its stretched across Mike’s chest and the tops of his arms, his hair is slightly messy and there’s day old stubble across his jaw and Harvey wants to run his lips over it and feel Mike melt into him.

“What are you doing here Harvey?” Mike says, crossing his arms, and there’s no emotion in him, only resigned weariness that makes him sound a hell of a lot older than he does when he’s smiling.

“I wanted to,” Harvey swallows as he tries to get his mouth around the word he never says, “Apologise,” Mike narrows his eyes, “I had no right to monopolise your time like I did.”

“You’re right, you didn’t,” Mike says and Harvey sighs as he takes a step towards him. Mike flinches but doesn’t move away.

“No,” Harvey agrees, “but I would do it again,” Mike’s nostrils flare and he takes a breath.

“You…” he starts, floundering over the insults he no doubt wants to throw at Harvey.

“You need someone to submit to,” Harvey says and Mike snaps his mouth shut. Harvey takes a step forward, “You want someone who needs you,” Mike looks like he’s about to run so Harvey reaches out and curls his fingers around his arm, his skin hot against Mike’s palm, “Well, I’m standing right here Mike,” Harvey keeps the pleading out of his voice, keeps his voice flat and matter of fact, even though he wants to pull Mike close and kiss him till he gives in, he runs his thumb across the skin of Mike’s arm.

“I never said that that I need to submit,” Mike snaps, lowering his voice and wrenching himself free from Harvey’s grasp.

“No, but I’ve never seen anyone react to orders the way you do,” Harvey says, sliding his fingers down Mike’s arm. Mike’s eyes flutter closed for a second and his hand twitches but he snaps his eyes back up to Harvey.

“I…don’t want you,” he says again and Harvey takes a step forward, Mike puts his hand up, flat against Harvey’s chest like he’s trying to stop him from coming closer.

“You’re lying,” Harvey says and Mike’s eyes flash angrily, “You need to be paid, Mike? I’ll fucking pay you if that’s what it takes for this to work,” Mike blinks at Harvey’s confession and drops his hand from Harvey’s chest and Harvey moves forward, “I’ve never made a secret of that fact I want you, Mike.”

“You’d do that?” Mike asks and he sounds a little awestruck, confused as well and Harvey sees the way his eyes follow the gesture as Harvey licks at his lips, “You’d pay me?” Harvey runs his fingers along Mike’s jaw and Mike lets him.

“You have no idea what I’d do for you,” Harvey says quietly and Mike shakes his head, steps away from him and drags in a shaky breath. Harvey knows he’s lost him for the time being, that the walls have gone back up so he holds out the envelope and Mike eyes it warily.

“What’s this?” he asks and Harvey puts it on the table in the hall.

“It’s a contract;” he says and Mike looks like he’s going to laugh.

“A contract?” Mike asks, his voice edging towards anger, he reaches out and picks the envelope off the table, he slides his finger under the flap, “What’s it for Harvey, I don’t time for games,” he sighs, folds the envelope in half and shoves it into his back pocket.

“Read it,” Harvey says, finally giving in and shoving his hands into his pocket. “And when you’ve decided what you want, call me.”

He doesn’t wait for an answer and only lets himself breathe properly once he’s in the back of the car and Ray’s pulling away.

…

“You gave it to him?” Donna asks incredulously. Harvey stops mid stride to his office and turns to her desk.

“I did,” he replies and she looks like she’s not quiet sure if she’s going to smile or frown.

“And he read it?” She asks sitting forward and resting her chin on her hands. Harvey frowns slightly.

“I don’t know,” he admits and she purses her lips, “good mergers are about dangling the carrot then leaving the client to mull it over,” he explains and she raises an eyebrow at him.

“You dangled your carrot?” she asks, a smirk curling her lips and Harvey rolls his eyes, “see that’s funny because I’m implying you exposed yourself,” Harvey taps on the top of her cubicle before he steps away, smiles lightly at her.

“Remind me to change my password on my internet banking,” he says and she scoffs.

“Like you would ever do that,” she says, smiling innocently at him as he closes his office door.

Harvey’s great at giving an outward exterior of calm when inside he’s churning. Like he is right now, even though he knows Donna can see it, she just has that look, but his stomach is clenching every time he thinks of Mike. He wonders what the kid thinks of the contract, what he’s doing. It’s pathetic and he feels a small flare of anger at the fact he’s turned Harvey’s life upside down. He gave Mike the contract yesterday and hasn’t heard from him since. Not that he was expecting him to come running the second his genius mind finished reading it, Harvey’s not even sure if he has read it, but Harvey can’t help but feel a little nervous about the impending conversation with Mike. That’s if Mike actually called. Rather than just shredded the contract on sight. But Harvey couldn’t help think that Mike wanted him just as much, the kid was far too reactive, the way he shivered when Harvey touched him, and his eyes fluttered closed when Harvey ran his fingers down Mike’s jaw last night. He wants Harvey just as much as Harvey wants him.

But does he want him enough to give up his “life” for Harvey?

Harvey sighs heavily, spins in his chair and faces the large windows.

There’s the selfish aspect of his demand that Harvey sometimes can’t quite rectify. He’s asking the kid to give up everything he knows, or to put everything on hold at least, to see if this thing between them will work out

“It’s not selfish, you know,” Donna’s voice comes through tinny over the intercom and Harvey doesn’t even try to act surprised that she’s pretty much read his mind. He turns back to face her and raises an eyebrow. “You’re offering him a different life, in my opinion a better one, that’s not so selfish,” Harvey just stares at her, “you know I’m right,” she says and Harvey smiles once, nods and turns back to the window. “You’re welcome.”

…

It takes Mike 12 hours to actually pull the contract from the envelope, his hands shaking like the pathetic child that he is. If he doesn’t read it he can still be pissed at Harvey. If he reads it, he might actually have to not be pissed, or be even more pissed. And right now Mike’s happy with the level of pissedness. It’s a gentle hum in his veins that kicks up a notch whenever he thinks of Harvey and his smug face. Although, he can’t stop seeing the pleading, the truth in Harvey’s eyes when he used that low voice in the entrance hall yesterday.

You have no idea what I’d do for you.

It takes him ten minutes to read the contract. A hell of a lot longer for it all to sink in, for the minor details to take hold in his head and he runs both hands through his hair, sighs heavily as the contract sits on his bed.

Its concise, to the point, leaves out emotions, but Mike can feel them in Harvey’s words as they burn into Mike’s mind.

It takes him another three hours to work out what he wants and then he’s heading out of the door, grabbing the contract and shoving it into his back pocket.

…

Harvey’s mid way through a large glass of scotch, the liquor burning in that comforting way as it slides down his throat. There’s a dull ache behind his eyes, but it’s nothing that another glass of scotch won’t cure.

He’s not one for pacing but that’s exactly what he’s doing right now. Harvey’s always been able to control things, clients, the escorts he pays for, the women he picks up in bars, his life, but this, Mike, is one thing he can’t control, he can’t make Mike sign, he can’t make Mike turn up on his door no matter how much he wants it right now. Even if it’s to shove the contract back in his face ripped into tiny pieces. Anything to see him.

Harvey sighs, wondering when he turned into a love sick teenager and a knock at the door pulls him from his self pity. He swallows down the jolt in his stomach, the hope that it’s Mike and pulls the door open without even checking the peephole.

“It doesn’t state how much you would be paying me?” Mike’s voice is vaguely amused and he’s leaning casually against the door frame and Harvey tries to ignore the urge to pull him close and kiss him hard. “So…?” Mike asks, pulling the contract from his back pocket and waving it in front of Harvey’s face.

“I’m demanding a reduced rate,” Harvey replies and a small smile plays at the corner of Mike’s lips. He pushes himself off from the doorway and Harvey steps to the side to let him in.

“How reduced?” Mike asks, without turning around and heading straight for the windows. Harvey watches as Mike does his usual thing of leaning over and pressing his forehead to the window as he looks down on the streets below. But then he turns, the smile still playing at his lips and an expectant eyebrow raised over his eye.

“A cent,” Harvey says and Mike scoffs, “each time.”

“A cent? You think I’m worth that little? Don’t answer that,” Mike says and reaches the open plan kitchen counter. He smoothes the contract out against it and runs one finger down it. “A few points,” he says and Harvey pushes his hands into his pockets to stop himself from touching Mike. “Party A, Mike Ross, subsequently referred to as Escort, agrees to complete submission and service of party B, Harvey Specter, subsequently referred to as Client,” he reads and Harvey nods. “Not sure about ‘complete submission’, but I’m willing to give it a go,” Mike’s business façade cracks briefly as Harvey licks his lips, Mike clears his throat and carries on reading, “with no further client outside of the agreement for a specified payment for each service, to be paid biweekly,” he pauses and looks up at Harvey, suddenly serious, “I’m running the house full of scared kids that think I am going to chuck them out now that Trevor’s gone. How do you think they would feel if I shack up with you now?”

“Kid,” Harvey takes a step forward, “I’m not asking you to give up your life, I’m asking you to live it with me,” Mike blinks again, like he’s surprised at the honesty from Harvey, but then he cocks his head to the side.

“With no further clients? Isn’t that the same thing, Harvey?” he asks, and there’s a hint of pleading in his voice, like he needs Harvey to give him a good enough reason to stay. Harvey takes a deep breath.

“Not really,” he says, shrugging slightly, “when you’re there, you run the house, but when you’re here, you’re here with me, and no one else…” he leaves the blatant possessiveness in his tone and can’t miss the way Mike shivers slightly.

“As your whore?” Mike asks, lifting his chin and Harvey frowns, steps closer again, Mike’s fingers twitch against the contract.

“No, as my…”

“Boyfriend?” Mike’s lips twitch like he wants to smile but Harvey takes the last step forward and curls his fingers into Mike’s belt. Mike resists, only for a second as Harvey tugs him slightly closer.

“Don’t push it rookie,” Harvey mutters, curling his fingers around the back of Mike’s neck, thumbs running down his throat. Mike lifts his chin but keeps his eyes on Harvey, vulnerability showing through in his gaze.

“I…don’t know how to do this Harvey,” he says quietly, voice suddenly small and Harvey leans forward enough to brush his lips over Mike’s.

“Do what?” Mike blinks, looks terrified for a second and Harvey’ rubs his fingers at the back of his neck.

“Relationships,” Mike says and Harvey cracks a smile, quirks an eyebrow over his eye.

“I’m suddenly an expert?” he asks and Mike’s nostrils twitch before he smiles, one of the smiles that reaches his eyes.

“Point,” he says, pulling away from Harvey and going back to the contract, “At such a time,” he reads, his voice catching slightly as Harvey steps up behind him and presses in close, “as the Client believes the Escort is no longer agreeable to the contract then there will be an anticipatory, breach and the contract will be rendered null and void with no further payment made.’ I want that reworded to ‘mutual breach’. I don’t want you getting bored with me and just dropping me on my ass,” Mike smiles and Harvey feels it against his cheek.

“Like that would ever happen,” Harvey replies and Mike turns.

“Do you have a pen?”

There’s so much said with the small question, Mike’s willing to give this a go, willing to give up clients for Harvey. Harvey’s willing to make a compromise, to have Mike as completely as Mike will allow, even if it’s not as much as Harvey wants. Harvey finds himself smiling at him, and Mike smiles back, but then looks expectantly at him. Harvey’s about to answer but he finds his mouth otherwise occupied. “By the way,” Mike mutters as Harvey pulls back to run his hands through Mike’s hair. Mike closes his eyes and leans into the touch, “I would have signed for free,” he says and opens his eyes. Harvey smiles, presses close to him.

“I would have offered you more. What made you change your mind?” he asks and Mike shrugs slightly, his fingers playing against Harvey’s hips, “was it the large, life changing salary?”

Mike laughs gently, fingers reaching under Harvey’s shirt to press against his skin, “I don’t know,” he says honestly, “I think I just weighed up what was more important to me,” he grins up at Harvey.

“And I came out on top?” Harvey asks, smirking and Mike pushes at him gently, slips out from between the counter and Harvey’s body and makes his way towards the bedroom.

“Well, you’re a bit better than most clients,” he says with a grin and Harvey scowls at him, somewhat redundantly as Mike has disappeared into the bedroom.

“A bit?” he calls after him and hears Mike’s laugh.

He finds Mike in the bedroom, hands on hips like he’s waiting for Harvey and Harvey reaches him, tugs his t-shirt over his head and uses it to trap his arms behind his head. Mike raises an eyebrow but Harvey doesn’t miss the way his eyes darken slightly and his chest heaves.

“Just a little bit,” he says and Harvey barks out a laugh, pulls him forward and uses the hand not trapping Mike’s arms to hold his head whilst he kisses Mike again.

“Think I am going to have to remind you just how good I am, Rookie,” Harvey says and Mike lets out one if his breathy gasps as Harvey grips at the short hairs at the back of his neck and pulls his head back enough so he can mouth at Mike’s throat.

“Please do,” Mike moans, his arms tugging against their makeshift bindings. Harvey lets him go, runs his hands up Mike’s sides, slides them around to his shoulders and pulls him in close. “What made you change your mind about paying?” Mike says, voice a little ragged as Harvey slides his knee to Mike’s groin.

“I have always wanted you,” Harvey says, cupping at Mike’s face and running his thumbs along Mike’s cheeks, “I realised I had to compromise to get you,” he finishes and Mike smiles.

“You love me,” he sings, “you want to kiss me, you th…” Harvey kisses him to get him to shut up, licks his tongue into Mike’s mouth and Mike’s words turn into a groan. Mike reacts instantly, surging upwards and wrapping his arms around Harvey’s neck, standing on tiptoes to bring them closer and its odd kissing at this angle, with Mike slightly taller, odd but not wholly unpleasant.

“Hey Harvey,” he says, wobbling slightly on his toes, as Harvey slides his mouth down Mike’s jaw. Harvey murmurs “hmm” into his skin, the vibrations tickling his own lips, “remember when you said you didn’t beg?” Harvey pulls away and looks at him quizzically as Mike drops down to his feet again. Mike’s hands lands on the button his pants and he pops it open and slides the zipper down slowly, runs his hands around Harvey’s sides and dips his fingers into the material. “Well…I think I might make you beg tonight,” he says, pushing the pants down Harvey’s thighs and sliding to his knees.

“Never going to happen kid,” he says, and Mike laughs, spans his hands out across the tops of Harvey’s thighs and leans in, blows a stream of cold air across Harvey’s suddenly very interested dick.

“Wouldn’t bet on it,” Mike mutters, leans forward and licks the tip of Harvey’s dick. Harvey groans and Mike smirks up at him.

“What happened to trying ‘complete submission’” Harvey asks and Mike licks a stripe up the underside of Harvey’s dick before he answers.

“Didn’t sign yet,” he says and then swallows Harvey down whole, humming as he does it.

Harvey’s missed Mike’s mouth, and the way his tongue moves on the underside of his dick, the way he sounds like he’s loving it and takes Harvey so deep that his nose presses to Harvey’s stomach, fingers twitching against Harvey’s hips. He pulls off, swirls his tongue over the slit and swallows him back down again, humming happily around Harvey, fingers slipping between Harvey’s legs and sliding back against his perineum.

“Mike,” Harvey lets his name slip out and Mike hums happily again, pulls away with a slick pop that shouldn’t be as hot as it is and smiles up at him.

“Was that a beg, Mr Specter?” he asks and Harvey hauls him to his feet, kisses him hard, licks the taste of himself out of Mike’s mouth and Mike melts into him.

“Absolutely not,” Harvey snaps, spins them and pushes Mike down onto the bed. He lands with a small huff of air that escapes his chest and glares up at Harvey as Harvey crawls over him.

“One day, Harvey,” he says, running the heel of his foot up the back of Harvey’s calf, “one day I will make you beg,”

“I doubt that day will come Mike, but I’m willing to let you try,” Mike does some complex leg movement, and Harvey finds himself staring up at a smirking Mike. “Ok what just happened?”

“High School wrestling,” Mike says and leans down to pull one of Harvey’s nipples between his lips, he sucks and Harvey slides his fingers into Mike’s hair and arches upwards. “So this whole submission thing,” Mike asks, settling himself across Harvey’s hips and running his fingers down the centre of his chest, he circles the nipple he sucked, fingers sliding easily over the wet skin, “how exactly does it work?”

“I think you know,” Harvey replies as Mike brushes the tips of his fingers along Harvey’s dick. Mike smiles to himself, trails one fingertip over the slit of Harvey’s dick and smears the precome over the soft skin. Harvey bucks his hips and Mike pulls his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I want you to explain it,” he says and Harvey growls as he surges upwards, pushes Mike backwards and presses his shoulders into the mattress. “Pushy,” he mutters.

“First of all,” Harvey says, arching his hips slightly, his dick sliding against Mike’s, “you don’t come until I tell you to,” Mike’s breath stutters, catches in his throat as Harvey reaches between them and wraps his hand around Mike’s dick.

“I can do that,” Mike says, fingers scrabbling against Harvey’s shoulders as Harvey twists his hand and runs his palm over the tip of Mike’s dick.

“Think so?” Harvey taunts, sliding his fingers down and pressing gently at Mike’s perineum. Mike shifts his legs as wide as Harvey’s weight will let him and his fingers dig in harder to Harvey’s shoulders, fingernails pressing into the skin and he bites on his bottom lip.

“Yeah,” he breathes and stares at Harvey, “if you stop being such a jerk about it,” he smiles weakly before Harvey slips a finger backwards and presses against his hole. Mike twitches, tries to push his hips down against Harvey’s hand and Harvey pulls it away.

“Secondly,” he says and Mike lets out a small, low whine, “I choose when I fuck you,” he leans down and brushes his lips against Mike’s, “you can beg for it though,” he says and Mike breathes out against his lips, a sigh of a breath, “but only when I let you.”

“Well that’s very kind of you,” he says, sarcasm lost in the way his voice catches as Harvey slides his hands across Mike’s stomach.

“Third,” Harvey shifts backwards and off Mike’s legs, pushing them apart and running his hands down the smooth skin of Mike’s inner thighs, “if I want to make you hard then leave you wanting I will,” Mike shudders and Harvey leans to the side to fumble in the side drawer for lube and a condom.

“I think this all needs to go in the contract,” Mike says and Harvey pushes a slick finger inside his body.

“You’ll remember,” he says and Mike groans, presses his hips down and gasps as Harvey slaps him playfully across the thighs. “That’s fourth,” he says and Mike bites on his bottom lip, “no moving unless I tell you to.”

“God,” Mike squeezes his eyes shut, “you’re so demanding,” Harvey adds another finger and watches the way Mike’s stomach muscles move as he tries to keep himself still, hands bunching the sheets under them.

“You love it,” Harvey says, voice low and grating, he adds another finger and Mike bites off a moan, “that’s part of the reason you came back, because,” he leans down and says the next words into Mike’s mouth, “no one else gives you this, no one else can,” Mike shudders under him as Harvey crooks his fingers, shudders but he keeps himself relatively still, a sheen of sweat beading across his forehead, “good boy.”

“God Harvey,” Mike mutters and Harvey spreads his fingers slightly, “god no one else.”

“Fifth,” Harvey says, pulling his fingers out and rolling a condom over his dick, Mike whines, but Harvey runs a hand, slick with lube, across his chest and he stills, “Fuck,” Harvey curses as Mike stills, “you’re so good at that,” he says and Mike’s flutter closed for a second, “beg for me Mike.”

“Is that fifth?” Mike asks as Harvey moves his thighs, shifts closer to him.

“No fifth is I want you to look at me when you come, eyes on me,” Harvey says, “remember that time I fucked you in the mirror?” Mike’s breath catches and Harvey pushes his the head of his dick past the first ring of muscle, his hands twitching in the sheets. “Remember?”

“Yes,” Mike breaths, his whole body vibrating and Harvey’s pretty sure he’s never seen anything like that, so gorgeous as someone trying to hold still when every instinct is to push them selves down, and all because Harvey told him to.

“Beg for me,” Harvey says again and Mike lets out a choked gasp.

“Fuck Harvey please,” he says and Harvey pushes in a little deeper, “please,” Harvey pushes in all the way and they both groan.

“No one else gets to touch you Mike,” Harvey says, leaning down, bracing his hands either side of Mike’s face and Mike nods, eyes fixed on Harvey’s.

“I think that’s pretty much covered with ‘no further clients outside of the agreement’,” Mike says and Harvey, to get him to shut up, to teach him a lesson about being mouthy, pulls out and pushes straight back in again, hard enough that Mike grunts and his eyes roll back into his head. “No one else,” he clarifies and Harvey slowly pulls out and back in again. He fucks Mike slow and deep, until Mike is shaking, his eyes still fixed on Harvey’s and there’s a plea behind his lips, one that Harvey can feel is practically aching to come out.

“Move with me Mike,” Harvey says and Mike wraps his legs around Harvey’s waist, shifts the angle and Harvey knows when the tip of his dick drags over Mike’s prostate.

“Jesus,” Mike arches his back, hands clutching at Harvey’s shoulders.

“What do you need Mike?” Harvey asks, and Mike looks up at him, blue eyes dark and mouth parted. Harvey leans down, licks at his lips and Mike makes a noise in the back of his throat.

“I need…fuck…please…Harvey god I need to come, please,” Mike’s shaking and Harvey smirks against his mouth, presses his forehead to Mike’s.

“Not yet,” Mike groans, runs his hand into Harvey’s hair.

“You’re an evil bastard,” Mike mutters, fingers playing against Harvey’s scalp, Harvey shifts, drags his dick against Mike’s prostate again, “you know that?”

“Do you ever want to come?” Harvey asks, pulling out of Mike’s body, “turn over,” he snaps and Mike does it, almost automatically and Harvey suppresses the groan that bubbles up his throat, he runs a hand down Mike’s back as he pushes back in, Mike moves with it, arches under him. Harvey runs his hand back up Mike’s spine, pushes his hand into his hair and pulls his head back, drapes him self over Mike’s back. “Do you?” Harvey bites down on Mike’s ear lobe.

“Yes,” he says, and Harvey pulls his ear lobe into his mouth and sucks gently, hips moving in and out of Mike’s more than willing body, “Please Harvey.”

“Ok kid,” Harvey grinds out, pushes himself onto his knees and curls his hands around Mike’s hips, fucks him with earnest, “come Mike,” Mike chokes out a groan, “come now.”

Mike’s got his eyes trained on Harvey in the mirror at the foot of the bed but they flutter for a second as he grunts but then they open again, strained to the side to look at Harvey as his hips jerk, his muscles clenching around Harvey and he comes, with a bitten off curse and Harvey pulls out again, flips Mike onto his back and pushes back in, fucks him hard until he feels his own orgasm coiling at the base of his stomach. Mike clenches his muscles again, fingers painting patterns over Harvey’s stomach and then Harvey leans down, pushes his head to Mike’s shoulder, hips pulsing once, and comes, buried deep inside Mike, teeth worrying the soft skin over Mike’s collar bone.

“Ok,” Mike laughs, quietly, running his hand over Harvey’s spine, “a lot.”

Harvey lifts his head, frowns slightly at Mike who runs the pad of his thumb over Harvey’s lips.

“A lot better than my other clients,” Mike says as Harvey pulls his thumb into his mouth. His eyes close briefly and Harvey lets his digit go, Mike slides it down his chin.

“A hell of a lot, Rookie,” Harvey says, moving and pulling out of Mike. Mike grimaces, but then stretches like a cat as Harvey stands and disposes of the condom, and he takes a minute to look at the kid laid out before him. There’s a bite mark on his collar bone that’s darkening to red, a sheen of sweat across his skin and he’s no doubt lying in his own come but he looks happy and sated and completely and utterly fucked out blissful and Harvey smiles down at him. “Being fucked within an inch of your life suits you,” he says and Mike smirks, but then his face softens and he reaches out to Harvey.

“I think you suit me,” he says and then makes a face at his own sentimentality. Harvey laughs, brushes his fingers across Mike’s forehead.

“There’s still the issue of you signing, kid,” he says and Mike snorts, sits and gets to his knees, wraps his arms around Harvey’s neck.

“There’s still the issue of me paying me, Mr Specter,” he says, “but that can wait till tomorrow,” he tugs on Harvey’s neck and they both go sprawling into the bed, “cos guess what?” Harvey shifts, manages to get the duvet out from under them, Mike’s come can wait to be cleared up till tomorrow as well, right now he just wants to sleep, with an arm possessively around Mike and wake up and bury himself in Mike’s body again.

“What?” he asks, pulling the duvet over them and Mike shifts closer, throws a leg and arm around Harvey.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he says and Harvey huffs out a laugh and against his hard nature, drops a kiss to Mike’s hair.

“Good.”