Fandom: Suits
Summary: AU wherein Harvey is studying for the bar exam and Mike is an obscenely hot librarian.
Pairings: Harvey/Mike
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: fellatio around old books
Authors Note: This was originally started over a month ago as a response to the Suits kinkmeme. Life happened and it didn’t get finished until today. I have since lost the link to the original prompt and I’m pretty sure someone else filled it anywho so now y'all get some porn and
veritas_st will stop threatening me.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned people who are NOT me. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended and no money is being made.
Ten Thousand Men of Harvard
Harvey was fairly sure that libraries were tiny pits of Hell seeping into the physical realm all because Benjamin Franklin was a sadist. Books were nice and all but the hushed sounds and constant annoying feeling that someone was watching him as he struggled his way through mountains of law texts were really starting to get to him.
Or maybe it was just the fact that his mental countdown to the Test That Will Ruin His Life If He Fails, colloquially known as the bar exam, was at T-Minus 22 days.
Or, Harvey thought as he took a moment to straighten up and look at something that wasn’t Times New Roman, maybe it was the fact that someone was actually watching him.
The librarian, a slender man who looked like he should still be in high school, was lazily leaning on the counter of his tall desk, chin in hand, eyes on Harvey for a half second longer before he quickly looked away. Harvey smirked as the other man started flipping through a large book a little too vigorously to be actually reading anything. He looked down at his notes again for a moment before looking back up through his eyelashes. The librarian was looking up at him again only this time he didn’t realize Harvey was looking back. Harvey fought his smirk from widening into a full grin as he studied the other man surreptitiously. He could make out his blue eyes half-way across the library and that, paired with his messy blonde hair, fitted him perfectly into the “Doable” section of Harvey’s sex drive. Although, to be fair, most people landed in that section . Not that Harvey got around as much as most people assumed.
“Doable” and “Actually Do” were very different sections size-wise.
Harvey continued watching the librarian as a girl he recognized from one of his ethics classes waltzed up to the counter. The librarian smiled brightly at the girl as she caught his attention. Harvey could recognize her attempts at flirting from his distant vantage point, mostly because she had already tried it with him. Twice.
He didn’t even bother to hide his amusement as he watched the librarian get flustered at the girl’s attempt at seduction. The young man blushed brightly as she ran one long nail along his arm and leaned forward enough to give him a view down her top. Harvey couldn’t fight the short laugh that escaped him, the noise sharp and brusque in the feigned silence. Oops!
The librarian threw him a quick, heated look before turning back to the hussy in red, leaning over the desk to whisper closely in her ear. Harvey allowed himself to feel a bit annoyed at that before remembering that Harvey Specter doesn’t get annoyed. He gets even.
Standing up, he stretched his arms high above his head, allowing his untucked oxford to slide up a bit. He sighed as he moved, louder than was probably necessary but it did the trick. The librarian glanced over at him again, his eyes trailing over Harvey’s body as it was put on display. Harvey grinned openly at the other man as he let his arms drop back down to his sides. Now that he had the librarian’s full attention he began to stalk towards him in full king of the jungle mode, all crinkled eyes and wide smiles.
The librarian shook his head slightly as he forced his eyes off of Harvey’s and back to the woman standing in front of him. Harvey was close enough now to hear the quiet voices.
“…and I didn’t realize libraries could be so exotic…” the woman was saying, completely unaware that she had lost a battle she hadn’t even realized she was in.
“Right, so that book you want should be here in a day or two,” the librarian said quickly, cutting off her flirting as Harvey strode up to the counter. The woman huffed when she realized they were no longer alone but one dark look from Harvey was all it took for her to disappear into the stacks.
The librarian turned away from Harvey, fiddling around on the computer in front of him. Harvey allowed himself a better look at the slender man. His name tag, “Mike - Assistant Librarian”. His rumpled shirt and skinny tie. His bright blue eyes that were moving too quickly over the computer screen. His red lips that he kept worrying with his teeth. Or was, before he started talking. Harvey let his eyes slowly travel back up to meet Mike’s.
“Mr. Specter?” the librarian cleared his throat as Harvey continued to stare at him.
“How do you know my name?” Harvey leaned against the counter, pushing himself further into Mike’s personal space.
“Good memory,” Mike shrugged. “Harvey Specter. Soon to be lawyer. Reads too much sci-fi. Lives in an apartment in mid-town.”
“There is no such thing as too much sci-fi.” Harvey grinned. Mike smiled back for a moment before seeming to realize where he was.
“Was there something you needed?” Harvey glanced down at where Mike was fiddling with a pen, slipping it up and down between his slender fingers.
“Many things,” Harvey said softly. He looked back up. “Right now I need some help getting a book that’s a bit out of reach. Somewhere over there.” Harvey waved his hand towards the rear of the library where ancient research books lined shelves that nearly reached the ceiling.
Mike tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing as he looked Harvey over.
“Well?” Harvey prodded. Mike met his eyes once more and he nodded slightly before his fingers tapped a few buttons and the computer’s hum quieted. The tall, slender librarian moved towards the back of his area, slipping through an opening in the counter that surrounded it and coming around to stand in front of Harvey.
“Back there, you said?” Mike nodded towards the shadowy depths of the research area.
“Way in the back,” Harvey smiled. He straightened up and wandered off, sure the younger man was following in his wake.
They hadn’t even made it all the way to the back of the section before he felt strong fingers wrap around his wrist, pulling him to a stop. He turned to find himself nose to nose with his own personal porno. Mike had loosened his tie and undid just enough buttons to draw Harvey’s eyes down to his long neck. He groaned as the librarian pushed him back against the nearest shelf.
“I like it when puppies want to get rough,” he chuckled. His voice dipped low and dark, “All the more fun for me.”
He moved quickly, spinning the pair of them until Mike was the one against the stacks, one of Harvey’s arms across his chest as the older man leaned into him.
“Wanna play?” he asked, breathing into Mike’s ear and grinning as the other man shuddered against him. He could feel Mike’s breath hitch in his chest as he pressed his hips forward, grinding them together. He ran the tip of his tongue along Mike’s ear, following it’s curve down to his neck before biting down softly.
“Ungh,” Mike bit back a groan as his hips hitched up against Harvey’s. “We shouldn’t do this here.”
“You talk too much,” Harvey said quietly, pulling back slightly so that he could see Mike’s face. “Such perfect lips,” he muttered, bringing his free hand up to run a finger lightly across them. “They’d look so much better wrapped around my cock.”
Mike whined low in his throat at that, pushing his hips in Harvey’s again in an attempt to get some sort of friction of his hard cock.
“Perfect.” Harvey pressed a harsh kiss on Mike’s lip, forcing his tongue in as the other man happily submitted to him. More quiet noises worked their way out as the kiss grew more frantic, hips bucking against each other as both men grew increasingly frustrated at the layers of clothes between them.
“Wait!” Mike pulled back, banging his head against the books behind him. Harvey took the opening to work his mouth along the other man’s jaw and down his neck. “Nnnnn,” Mike squirmed away from the wandering lips. “Harvey, wait.”
Harvey straightened up, looking into Mike’s eyes with a hungry expression. “If you say you’ve changed your mind then I might have to spank you.”
“No spanking necessary, I mean… not yet… or now… or whatever. I just mean… Do you have anything? You know, like… lube? Condoms?” Mike’s flush became more blush as he rambled on. Harvey opened his mouth for a moment to make a sarcastic comment before closing it again with a click of teeth. “I didn’t think so,” Mike sighed. “I don’t think most people go to the library looking to get laid.”
“Most people don’t have a hot librarian.” Harvey punctuated his point with a thrust of his hips.
“Mmmm, true,” Mike sighed. He closed his eyes and Harvey took the opening to press more open-mouthed kisses along his slender neck, moving down one side and up the other.
“There are other ways to have fun,” he said darkly. He took one of Mike’s hands and moved it down to press against his cock. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment as the other man took the initiative and shifted his fingers to grip him firmly through his trousers. They popped back open when the hand moved up to his chest and pushed slightly. Mike was smirking at him in a way that was equal parts infuriating and electrifying.
“You had mentioned something about my lips and your cock.” Mike pushed again until Harvey took a step back, giving the other man room to slip to his knees.
“Good boy,” Harvey groaned quietly as he watched slender fingers work open his button and slide his zipper down. He ran his hand through Mike’s already messy hair as the other man slid his hand through the opening and freed his cock. His breath caught in his throat when Mike glanced up at him almost demurely before taking his cock in his mouth, pressing forward until his nose was pressed into Harvey’s short and curly’s.
Harvey grunted as Mike began to move, the head of his cock rubbing along the roof of the other man’s mouth each time he drew back. Mike closed his eyes as he braced himself with one hand on Harvey’s thighs, humming quietly as the older man’s breathing came in shorter and shorter bursts. Harvey shifted slightly to lean one hand against the nearest book shelf, unable to take his eyes away from his cock slipping between those perfect lips. And then he noticed Mike shoulders moving beneath his thin shirt. He tipped his head until he could see Mike’s hand in his own pants, working in perfect tandem to his mouth as it wrapped around Harvey’s hard length.
“Fuck,” he groaned, fighting every urge to push his hips forward, following the wet warmth each time Mike pulled back. He nearly bit through his lip as he tried to be quiet, each little sound seeming impossibly loud. His fingers tightened in Mike’s hair as he felt his orgasm coiling at the base of his spine. One last twirl of Mike’s tongue over the head of his cock and Harvey was coming, pulsing down the librarian’s throat as he swallowed him down.
Mike sat back on his heels as soon as Harvey was finished, his hand working his cock faster. Harvey just watched, eyes locked on the slender fingers as they squeezed and tugged and pulled Mike to a fast orgasm, his completion accompanied by a quiet moan that sounded a lot like “Harvey”.
The silence that followed was nearly overwhelming as the men stared at each other. Mike was the first to break with a smile, a lazy little grin that made Harvey want more. Harvey helped Mike to his feet and ran his tongue lightly along the other man’s lips as he tucked both of them back into their respective trousers. He pulled back and looked Mike over, appreciating the post-coital calm that seemed to settle over the otherwise fidgety man. His lips were dark and swollen and his eyes were still blown despite the shadowy surroundings.
“Forgoing the obvious sarcastic answer,” Harvey reached out to straighten Mike’s tie as he spoke, “What time do you get off?”
“Eight.” Mike gazed at him in a way that Harvey found oddly warming given his usual refusal to acknowledge petty things like human emotions.
“I’ll expect you at my place by nine then,” Harvey smirked before he turned to leave. “Bring pizza.”
He could hear Mike chuckle behind him and stopped to turn once he reached the aisle.
“By the way… Was that the Harvard fight song?”
Mike only shrugged but the fact that his smile grew even wider was all the answer Harvey needed.
He strode out of the library, pausing only long enough to grab his bag before disappearing into the New York sunset, humming all the way back to his apartment.
Ten thousand men of Harvard gained vict’ry today.