In For A Penny (1/?)
At first glance this may seem like "Size Of The Fight" but I can assure you it not!
Anyway, I must say a HUGE thank you to fluffygremlin for not only the title but the help in chapter two that was INVALUABLE and the chats we've had about this whole story.
Certain events that Harvey Specter attends, or graces with his presence more like, require him to have a certain type of date. A more refined date so to speak. One that doesn’t come from picking up women in your local bar.
Whenever such events occur Harvey goes to one person and one person only. Trevor. No last name, that’s the way Trevor likes it, Harvey too, that way he can claim at least some innocent if anything illegal occurs at his place of business. But Trevor’s boys are clean, efficient, impeccably behaved and can suck cock like pro. And some times that exactly what Harvey needs.
There’s one in particular, a dark haired…Harvey hesitates to say man, hesitates to say boy, but a dark haired boy, with curls that you could sink your fingers into and a mouth just made for…well you get the point. Kyle. Or so he’s called. But he’s brash, has a tendency to speak out when not spoken to and although Harvey likes that, likes the arguments and the way the boy’s eyes flash when he argues back, tonight he wants, and needs, someone more docile. Someone who’s going to charm the clients and someone who the clients will want to charm right back.
“Mr Specter, how lovely to see you again,” Jenny, Trevor’s Housekeeper, and general mother to his boys, pulls the door open and smiles her warm smile at him, tucking her blond hair behind her ear. Harvey nods in greeting and steps inside the dimly lit hallway of Trevor’s establishment. Jenny excuses her self and goes off in search of Trevor and Harvey takes his usual stance in the middle of the hallway, listening to the faint noises of footsteps from upstairs.
“Harvey,” Trevor bites out. They’ve never been anything more than civil with each other, and its obvious Trevor hates Harvey as much as Harvey hates Trevor but they smile, shake hands just like usual and Trevor pulls out his cellphone. “You’ll be wanting Kyle?” He asks, his fingers hovering over the call button.
“Got anyone new?” Harvey asks and Trevor raises his eyebrow, “someone…smart, pretty maybe. This event this evening requires a certain type.”
“Yes actually,” Jenny coughs pointedly and Trevor ignores her, just like always so she interrupts.
“Do you think that’s wise Trevor, he’s only been here a two weeks, I don’t think he’s ready for Mr Sp…” she says and Trevor’s eyes darken as he turns towards her.
“He’s worked for longer than that Jenny. Go get Mike,” Jenny tightens her mouth and glares at the back of Trevor’s head but she leaves, shuts the door to the rest of the house with a little more force than necessary. “Sorry, Mike’s new here, Jenny’s got a little bit of a crush,” he shrugs slightly.
They don’t exchange pleasantries, and the time until Jenny gets back passes slowly, with Trevor checking messages on his phone and Harvey doing the same, sending emails to Donna about upcoming meetings, ones that she will already know about but he can’t help himself.
Jenny reappears with a young guy, no older than Jenny, but she’s got a weariness to her that makes her seem older, this guy, Mike, seems young and full of energy and his messy blond hair sticks up in different directions. Harvey narrows his eyes and cocks his head to the side and Mike looks back at him with unblinking blue eyes.
“He’s a kid,” Harvey says and Trevor bristles.
“He can scrub up like any of them Harvey and I assure you, he’s highly effective,” Trevor says and Harvey raises an eyebrow but looks back at the kid. He’s skinny, but not in a painfully, malnourished way, more of a natural wiry way that has Harvey wondering what lies under that threadbare t-shirt. Jenny’s got her hand almost protectively on his shoulder and he’s leaning into her like he needs the comfort except he’s staring back at Harvey with clear eyes that don’t seem afraid or apprehensive in the slightest.
“Does he have a tux?” Harvey asks and the kid goes to speak but stops when Jenny’s fingers tighten on his shoulder and she shakes her head at him.
“Yeah, his tailored one was sent over this morning,” Trevor says, flicking through his contacts on his phone like he’s bored. Harvey squints at the kid and he pulls him self upright, sticks his chest out slightly and Harvey nearly laughs.
He has to admit, he’s not unappealing. He doesn’t have the instant appeal that Kyle does, but there’s something there, something that stirs low in Harvey’s belly when Mike’s tongue darts out and runs along his bottom lip.
“Ok,” Harvey says and Trevor nearly drops his phone. “One night, I’ll try it, but if I’m not satisfied Trevor, or my clients aren’t satisfied, I will get Kyle for free next time,” Trevor blanches but nods as Harvey hooks his finger at Mike. Mike steps forward and stands in front of Harvey.
He’s almost the same height, give or take half an inch, and he just looks back at Harvey with a vaguely amused and slightly eager expression. Harvey reaches forward and grips Mike’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, the pad of his thumb slotting into the dip under Mike’s bottom lip. He runs his fingers of his other hand down Mike’s jaw and Mike’s eyes slide shut briefly. Responsive, Harvey muses to himself before letting go of Mike so suddenly the kid nearly stumbles.
“Go get your tux,” he says and Mike practically bounds out of the hall, “and do something with your hair,” Harvey calls after him and the kid flashes Harvey a grin before he disappears that has Harvey wondering if he’s done the right thing or he should just sack it in and take Kyle after all.
But then Mike reappears with his tux on and Harvey knows he’s chosen well for tonight.
…
The kids lithe, has an almost feminine quality about him but he fills a tux out surprisingly nicely, is highly intelligent much to Harvey amusement, has a quick wit and manages to charm Jessica within 20 minutes, no mean feat. And by the end of the evening Harvey's suitably impressed.
The evening is boring, a client “get together” with the most prestigious clients of Pearson Hardman, the one that Harvey needs Trevor’s boys for, a schmoozing session that often results in dates being exchanged and Kyle had been more than happy about that, throwing smiles over his shoulder at Harvey as he was lead away with some rich business owner who wanted to make the pretty boy blush for a night. But Harvey, for some reason, isn’t about to let Mike out of his sight tonight and more than once Jessica raises her eyebrow at him as he shakes his head at yet another client, claiming Mike is exclusively his tonight. And Mike, as if completely unaware of the goings on behind his back, just smiles, charms and has everyone eating out of the palm of his hand.
His face is a little flushed by the time Jessica gives Harvey the nod and Harvey leads Mike out of the venue with a hand pressed to his lower back and Mike laughs as they get outside. Ray is waiting patiently on the curbside, coffee in hand and the Kindle Harvey bought him for Christmas last year in the other. Mike turns to Harvey, smile on his face, cheeks pink from the cold as much as from the free alcohol.
“That was…” he starts and Harvey raises an eyebrow.
“Boring?”
“No, great,” Mike’s grinning like it’s the first black tie even he’s gone to and Harvey can’t help but smile back at him.
“Well of course you would think that considering everyone was tripping over themselves to talk to you,” he says, lifting his hand in greeting to Ray who shifts off the hood of the car and opens the rear door, nodding back at Harvey as he pushes Mike inside gently.
“Really?” Mike asks, shifting along the seats but staying close enough to Harvey that he can feel the heat from Mike’s thigh against his own.
“You have no idea, do you?” Mike frowns slightly but the creases on his forehead disappear as Harvey lifts a hand and runs his thumb across Mike’s cheek. Mike’s eyes close in the perfect example of a submissive escort. Harvey drops his hand and shifts, crosses his arms over his chest and Mike sits back, tension draining from his body as he snuggles into the plush leather of the back seat.
“So you’re a lawyer?” he asks conversationally and Harvey raises an eyebrow but Mike doesn’t flinch, playing with the hem of his tux jacket and pointedly not looking at Harvey.
“Yes.”
“Let me guess…” Mike says, looking up at him now and there’s still the faint pinkness of his cheeks that makes him look about 12 years old, “Divorce Attorney?”
“No,” Harvey screws up his face and Mike lets out a small laugh and purses his lips as he thinks.
“Corporate? Mergers and Acquisition?”
“Yes,” Harvey replies and Mike’s arm twitches like he wants to do a celebratory air punch and surprisingly Harvey doesn’t find it crass on Mike, “why did you say Divorce first?” he asks and Mike has the grace to look vaguely embarrassed, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck.
“You strike me as the kind of man who loves to screw cheating bastards,” he shrugs and Harvey laughs, gets the point Mike is trying to make without actually saying it.
“You think I would swoop in a get a woman on the rebound?” he asks and Mike blushes furiously, but looks Harvey dead in the eyes.
“Wouldn’t you?”
There’s something else that Mike’s asking and Harvey picks up on it, like he can read the kids mind.
“You asking me why I choose Escorts?” Mike nods and looks down and Harvey reaches across the space between them and pulls his chin up, forcing Mike to look at him again. He feels Mike swallow against the back of his fingers and Harvey’s struck by the contradictory manner of the kid, first he’s brilliant and sparky, next he’s acting like the perfect sub all Harvey’s clients keep talking about like it’s the holy grail. Harvey briefly wonders what the kid will be like in the bedroom.
“I choose Trevor’s guys,” he says and Mike blinks as Harvey lets him go, trusting that Mike will keep looking at him, “because they’re the best in the city,” Mike blushes slightly at that, “and highly professional. Certain events Mike, mean that I have to share and if I take someone who isn’t a professional, I wouldn’t want to,” he finishes and Mike frowns slightly and rubs at his chin like he can still feel Harvey’s touch and Harvey’s stomach clenches at that.
“You didn’t share me tonight,” he says quietly, staring at Harvey with slight confusion.
“No…I didn’t,” Harvey admits and turns to look out of the window as Ray pulls up outside Trevor’s establishment.
“Wh...” Mike starts but Harvey cuts him off, opening the door and sliding out. He doesn’t really want to think about why he didn’t share Mike tonight. Or why he’s dropping him off now instead of taking him home and fucking him into the mattress and sending him back home with Ray afterwards.
“I think it’s time you went in,” he says as he holds a hand out to Mike who slides out without the aid. He stands in front of Harvey and straightens out his jacket, “Trevor will be wondering where you are,” Harvey leans forward and presses an almost chaste kiss to Mike's mouth, but with a hint of a promise in it, one that he can’t hold back from giving and the kid responds immediately, surging forward to kiss Harvey back and lifting his arms to wind them around Harvey neck. Harvey pulls away before he can and a look of disappointment and failure passes over Mike’s face.
"Good work tonight rookie," Harvey says, running his thumb over Mike's bottom lip and Mike darts his tongue out to lick at the pad, “you can tell Trevor I said that.”
Mike pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and nods, watches as Harvey gets back into the car. He makes Ray wait until he’s in through the door before they pull away and Harvey sinks back into the leather.
He can already feel it building in his stomach, the kid’s going to be trouble.
…
“Sooo?” Trevor’s waiting for him when he pushes the door open, his lips still tasting of Harvey, “how did it go?”
“Fine,” Mike responds coolly, trying to determine Trevor’s mood, “he said to tell you ‘good work’,” Trevor slides off the counter in the entrance hall and stalks over to Mike.
“I don’t think I need to tell you he’s an important client,” he says and Mike can’t help but roll his eyes at him. “And Kyle’s going to be pissed.”
“Please,” Mike sighs, “Kyle is a grown up and we’ve put aside our differences,” Trevor flinches at that, comes closer and has Mike against the wall, his hands hard around the tops of Mike’s arms. “What’s the matter Trev?” Mike taunts and Trevor’s eyes narrow, “I thought you wanted us to all ‘get along’? He stresses the two words with a surge of his hips and Trevor growls quietly, low in his throat.
“I don’t like you smelling of other people,” Trevor says, leaning close and pressing his nose to Mike’s neck, “and you smell of Harvey.”
“Well then stop selling me to people,” Mike says, pushing hard at Trevor’s shoulders, but Trevor’s always been bigger and stronger, even back before he was who he is now, back when they were still TrevorandMike.
“You love it,” Trevor says, holding on to Mike’s arms and pulling him closer again, “I know you do,” he’s got a point, Mike’s always loved it, back when Trevor was just starting out and Mike would occasionally work for him, the thrill has always been there and Trevor knows him well enough that Mike could never deny that.
“Stop treating my like one of your boys,” he snaps and Trevor lets him go. It’s not that Mike minds being treated like that, Trevor’s not a bad guy, but they know each other too well to be Pimp and Prostitute, and it grates on Mike when Trevor tries to pull rank. Especially now, when Mike has just come back, fallen off the wagon so to speak and Trevor welcomed him with open arms.
“That’s exactly what you are Mike,” Trevor snaps back and runs a hand through his hair, sighing heavily. It looks like he’s going to apologise but Mike cuts him off.
“I’m tired,” he says and Trevor nods, steps to the side to let mike past.
“Sleep well Mikey,” Trevor calls after him and Mike knows it’s the best apology he’s going to get.
Mike was eight when his parents died and he moved in with Grammy. She did the best she could, gave him a home, feed him, clothed him, despaired when he met Trevor and his life started going down hill. Mike’s always felt different, with his eidetic memory that makes his head buzz sometimes, but Trevor never really treated him like that.
They were a team, they got into trouble and laughed and Mike fancied himself always being with Trevor.
The first time Trevor suggested Mike got paid for sucking dick Mike had felt sick at the idea, but somehow had been talked into it and Mike had spent the whole time trying not to be as turned on as he was. The guy was some jock in their dorms, some closested dickhead who had looked at Mike like he was a candy bar the second he’d seen him. Mike had loved the feeling of being on his knees, the thrill of it, and he’d loved it ever since. He’d gone his own way from Trevor aged twenty-two when he’d tried to sort his life out, when he’d decided he needed to grown up, to stop being essentially a male prostitute.
He hadn’t coped though, missed the thrill of it, the apprehension of meeting a new client and he’d run back to Trevor, who rumour had it was running a highly successful establishment. He’d been surprised to see Jenny there and she’s welcomed him with a hug and a whispered warning that Trevor had changed.
Trevor had changed, was harder, more professional sometimes, but Mike could still see the naughty kid from three years ago in his eyes. And if Mike can bring that kid back out, he’s going to stay for as long at it takes.
…
Kyle corners him in the shower, presses him back against the tiles with a smirk on his face that Mike can’t help but mirror.
“How did it go?” Kyle asks, a curl hangs over his forehead drips water down onto his nose and Mike leans forward and licks it off.
“Not bad,” Mike replies and Kyle smirks again.
True they had a shaky start when Mike arrived two weeks ago, but Kyle’s an egotistical, sex maniac and Mike knows exactly how to handle people like him. And since Mike figured that out, they’ve been…civil, with a side of mutually beneficial.
“You’re not pissed?” Mike asks as Kyle mouths along his jaw. Kyle mutters something against his skin and Mike grabs a handful of hair to lift his head. Kyle grunts and runs his tongue over his teeth.
“Please,” he says, mirroring Mike’s earlier scoff at Trevor, “Harvey’s great but I have other clients…” he pushes his hips forward into Mike’s, “I think you might need a few lessons on how to please him though,” he says and Mike lets out a laugh as his head hit the back of the shower.
“Who knew you were so selfless?” Mike taunts and Kyle bites down on his collar bone, hard enough that Mike yelps.
“Selfless my ass, Ross, I just want a blow job,” Mike laughs and pushes him away. Kyle frowns slightly, then smirks, curls his hand around the back of Mike’s neck and drags him forward. He pauses slightly, lips just over Mike’s before pressing forward and kissing him hard.
“What if I want one?” Mike says against his mouth and Kyle laughs.
“I asked first,” he says, pressing lightly on Mike’s shoulders. Mike shrugs him off and crosses his arms, and it’s hard to look authoritative when you’re soaking wet.
“But it’s my turn,” he replies and Kyle raises an eyebrow at their mutual childishness. He sighs.
“Fine…how about I show you what Harvey likes and next time you can show me just how good your freaky brain works when you’re getting it sucked out through your dick?” Mike really is tired, but his brain is still buzzing and he knows there’s no way he can sleep right now. He doesn’t even need to push on Kyle’s shoulders, he slides to his knees himself, hands spanning out over Mike’s thighs as he does, “you want quick or slow?” Kyle asks, looking up at Mike, his green eyes crinkling at the corner as he smirks his usual self satisfied smirk and if Mike wasn’t so turned on already, he would want to punch him. They may have gotten to the mutually beneficial stage of their “relationship” but they still rub each other up the wrong way most of the time, and it’s generally what fuels their sessions like this.
“Fast, I just want to come,” Kyle nods, his thumbs pressing into the soft skin at the top of Mike’s thighs, “so no theatrics, Durant,” Kyle laughs, his breath hot against Mike’s dick as he slides his thumbs closer, presses in harder till Mike hisses, “come on,” he urges and Kyle smirks again, leans closer and licks along the underside of Mike’s dick. Mike lets his head fall back against the shower wall again, fingers sliding into Kyle’s curls.
Kyle’s quick, like promised, he sucks on the head hard, swipes his tongue over the slit, brushes his thumbs over Mike’s hips before sliding one hand between his thighs and using the water from the shower as lube as he presses gently between Mike’s ass cheeks. He hums low in his throat and that’s pretty much all it takes for Mike to come hard, gripping tight at Kyle hair as he does, pushing his dick so far into Kyle’s mouth that Kyle’s eyes water. But being the pro that he is, he doesn’t gag, just looks up at Mike the entire time, tongue moving against the underside of Mike’s dick until Mike has to push him off with a shudder of over sensitivity.
Even though they’re in the shower Kyle still swallows, drags his teeth over his bottom lip as stands, clearing his throat and Mike has to smirk back at him slightly at the raspy tone of his voice when he speaks.
“G’night then,” he says and swipes his thumb over his bottom lip. He’s gone, sauntering out of the bathroom in full naked, wet glory before Mike can answer.
…
Harvey’s not a pushover, he’s not a hopeless romantic, nor one to get easily tangled up in someone too quickly, but he can’t help bringing Mike to his mind as he braces himself against the shower wall, the water just the right side of too hot, stinging along his back as he wraps his hand around his dick and draws it slowly upwards.
The kid’s brilliant. Harvey could pick that up a mile away, there’s something about his quick wit and bright eyes. But it’s not just that, it’s the innocent look that masks the probably highly capable Escort, the contradiction that makes Harvey interested. Kyle’s all sex, he practically oozes it but Mike, Mike could actually hold an intelligent conversation, speaks with his hands and comes alive when he talks and Harvey wants to push that, see what makes Mike tick.
Harvey shudders, sliding his fingers back and pressing against his perineum, arm braced against the cool tiles.
He doesn’t even want to think about the fact he’s jerking off to the thought of an Escort he could have had as many times as he wanted tonight, or the fact that he feels Mike’s is under his skin already, he just twists his hand, jerks his hips into his tight grasp and grunts, teeth clamped over his bottom lip.
When he comes, there’s still a lingering hint of Mike on his lips.
Chapter 2
Anyway, I must say a HUGE thank you to fluffygremlin for not only the title but the help in chapter two that was INVALUABLE and the chats we've had about this whole story.
Certain events that Harvey Specter attends, or graces with his presence more like, require him to have a certain type of date. A more refined date so to speak. One that doesn’t come from picking up women in your local bar.
Whenever such events occur Harvey goes to one person and one person only. Trevor. No last name, that’s the way Trevor likes it, Harvey too, that way he can claim at least some innocent if anything illegal occurs at his place of business. But Trevor’s boys are clean, efficient, impeccably behaved and can suck cock like pro. And some times that exactly what Harvey needs.
There’s one in particular, a dark haired…Harvey hesitates to say man, hesitates to say boy, but a dark haired boy, with curls that you could sink your fingers into and a mouth just made for…well you get the point. Kyle. Or so he’s called. But he’s brash, has a tendency to speak out when not spoken to and although Harvey likes that, likes the arguments and the way the boy’s eyes flash when he argues back, tonight he wants, and needs, someone more docile. Someone who’s going to charm the clients and someone who the clients will want to charm right back.
“Mr Specter, how lovely to see you again,” Jenny, Trevor’s Housekeeper, and general mother to his boys, pulls the door open and smiles her warm smile at him, tucking her blond hair behind her ear. Harvey nods in greeting and steps inside the dimly lit hallway of Trevor’s establishment. Jenny excuses her self and goes off in search of Trevor and Harvey takes his usual stance in the middle of the hallway, listening to the faint noises of footsteps from upstairs.
“Harvey,” Trevor bites out. They’ve never been anything more than civil with each other, and its obvious Trevor hates Harvey as much as Harvey hates Trevor but they smile, shake hands just like usual and Trevor pulls out his cellphone. “You’ll be wanting Kyle?” He asks, his fingers hovering over the call button.
“Got anyone new?” Harvey asks and Trevor raises his eyebrow, “someone…smart, pretty maybe. This event this evening requires a certain type.”
“Yes actually,” Jenny coughs pointedly and Trevor ignores her, just like always so she interrupts.
“Do you think that’s wise Trevor, he’s only been here a two weeks, I don’t think he’s ready for Mr Sp…” she says and Trevor’s eyes darken as he turns towards her.
“He’s worked for longer than that Jenny. Go get Mike,” Jenny tightens her mouth and glares at the back of Trevor’s head but she leaves, shuts the door to the rest of the house with a little more force than necessary. “Sorry, Mike’s new here, Jenny’s got a little bit of a crush,” he shrugs slightly.
They don’t exchange pleasantries, and the time until Jenny gets back passes slowly, with Trevor checking messages on his phone and Harvey doing the same, sending emails to Donna about upcoming meetings, ones that she will already know about but he can’t help himself.
Jenny reappears with a young guy, no older than Jenny, but she’s got a weariness to her that makes her seem older, this guy, Mike, seems young and full of energy and his messy blond hair sticks up in different directions. Harvey narrows his eyes and cocks his head to the side and Mike looks back at him with unblinking blue eyes.
“He’s a kid,” Harvey says and Trevor bristles.
“He can scrub up like any of them Harvey and I assure you, he’s highly effective,” Trevor says and Harvey raises an eyebrow but looks back at the kid. He’s skinny, but not in a painfully, malnourished way, more of a natural wiry way that has Harvey wondering what lies under that threadbare t-shirt. Jenny’s got her hand almost protectively on his shoulder and he’s leaning into her like he needs the comfort except he’s staring back at Harvey with clear eyes that don’t seem afraid or apprehensive in the slightest.
“Does he have a tux?” Harvey asks and the kid goes to speak but stops when Jenny’s fingers tighten on his shoulder and she shakes her head at him.
“Yeah, his tailored one was sent over this morning,” Trevor says, flicking through his contacts on his phone like he’s bored. Harvey squints at the kid and he pulls him self upright, sticks his chest out slightly and Harvey nearly laughs.
He has to admit, he’s not unappealing. He doesn’t have the instant appeal that Kyle does, but there’s something there, something that stirs low in Harvey’s belly when Mike’s tongue darts out and runs along his bottom lip.
“Ok,” Harvey says and Trevor nearly drops his phone. “One night, I’ll try it, but if I’m not satisfied Trevor, or my clients aren’t satisfied, I will get Kyle for free next time,” Trevor blanches but nods as Harvey hooks his finger at Mike. Mike steps forward and stands in front of Harvey.
He’s almost the same height, give or take half an inch, and he just looks back at Harvey with a vaguely amused and slightly eager expression. Harvey reaches forward and grips Mike’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, the pad of his thumb slotting into the dip under Mike’s bottom lip. He runs his fingers of his other hand down Mike’s jaw and Mike’s eyes slide shut briefly. Responsive, Harvey muses to himself before letting go of Mike so suddenly the kid nearly stumbles.
“Go get your tux,” he says and Mike practically bounds out of the hall, “and do something with your hair,” Harvey calls after him and the kid flashes Harvey a grin before he disappears that has Harvey wondering if he’s done the right thing or he should just sack it in and take Kyle after all.
But then Mike reappears with his tux on and Harvey knows he’s chosen well for tonight.
…
The kids lithe, has an almost feminine quality about him but he fills a tux out surprisingly nicely, is highly intelligent much to Harvey amusement, has a quick wit and manages to charm Jessica within 20 minutes, no mean feat. And by the end of the evening Harvey's suitably impressed.
The evening is boring, a client “get together” with the most prestigious clients of Pearson Hardman, the one that Harvey needs Trevor’s boys for, a schmoozing session that often results in dates being exchanged and Kyle had been more than happy about that, throwing smiles over his shoulder at Harvey as he was lead away with some rich business owner who wanted to make the pretty boy blush for a night. But Harvey, for some reason, isn’t about to let Mike out of his sight tonight and more than once Jessica raises her eyebrow at him as he shakes his head at yet another client, claiming Mike is exclusively his tonight. And Mike, as if completely unaware of the goings on behind his back, just smiles, charms and has everyone eating out of the palm of his hand.
His face is a little flushed by the time Jessica gives Harvey the nod and Harvey leads Mike out of the venue with a hand pressed to his lower back and Mike laughs as they get outside. Ray is waiting patiently on the curbside, coffee in hand and the Kindle Harvey bought him for Christmas last year in the other. Mike turns to Harvey, smile on his face, cheeks pink from the cold as much as from the free alcohol.
“That was…” he starts and Harvey raises an eyebrow.
“Boring?”
“No, great,” Mike’s grinning like it’s the first black tie even he’s gone to and Harvey can’t help but smile back at him.
“Well of course you would think that considering everyone was tripping over themselves to talk to you,” he says, lifting his hand in greeting to Ray who shifts off the hood of the car and opens the rear door, nodding back at Harvey as he pushes Mike inside gently.
“Really?” Mike asks, shifting along the seats but staying close enough to Harvey that he can feel the heat from Mike’s thigh against his own.
“You have no idea, do you?” Mike frowns slightly but the creases on his forehead disappear as Harvey lifts a hand and runs his thumb across Mike’s cheek. Mike’s eyes close in the perfect example of a submissive escort. Harvey drops his hand and shifts, crosses his arms over his chest and Mike sits back, tension draining from his body as he snuggles into the plush leather of the back seat.
“So you’re a lawyer?” he asks conversationally and Harvey raises an eyebrow but Mike doesn’t flinch, playing with the hem of his tux jacket and pointedly not looking at Harvey.
“Yes.”
“Let me guess…” Mike says, looking up at him now and there’s still the faint pinkness of his cheeks that makes him look about 12 years old, “Divorce Attorney?”
“No,” Harvey screws up his face and Mike lets out a small laugh and purses his lips as he thinks.
“Corporate? Mergers and Acquisition?”
“Yes,” Harvey replies and Mike’s arm twitches like he wants to do a celebratory air punch and surprisingly Harvey doesn’t find it crass on Mike, “why did you say Divorce first?” he asks and Mike has the grace to look vaguely embarrassed, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck.
“You strike me as the kind of man who loves to screw cheating bastards,” he shrugs and Harvey laughs, gets the point Mike is trying to make without actually saying it.
“You think I would swoop in a get a woman on the rebound?” he asks and Mike blushes furiously, but looks Harvey dead in the eyes.
“Wouldn’t you?”
There’s something else that Mike’s asking and Harvey picks up on it, like he can read the kids mind.
“You asking me why I choose Escorts?” Mike nods and looks down and Harvey reaches across the space between them and pulls his chin up, forcing Mike to look at him again. He feels Mike swallow against the back of his fingers and Harvey’s struck by the contradictory manner of the kid, first he’s brilliant and sparky, next he’s acting like the perfect sub all Harvey’s clients keep talking about like it’s the holy grail. Harvey briefly wonders what the kid will be like in the bedroom.
“I choose Trevor’s guys,” he says and Mike blinks as Harvey lets him go, trusting that Mike will keep looking at him, “because they’re the best in the city,” Mike blushes slightly at that, “and highly professional. Certain events Mike, mean that I have to share and if I take someone who isn’t a professional, I wouldn’t want to,” he finishes and Mike frowns slightly and rubs at his chin like he can still feel Harvey’s touch and Harvey’s stomach clenches at that.
“You didn’t share me tonight,” he says quietly, staring at Harvey with slight confusion.
“No…I didn’t,” Harvey admits and turns to look out of the window as Ray pulls up outside Trevor’s establishment.
“Wh...” Mike starts but Harvey cuts him off, opening the door and sliding out. He doesn’t really want to think about why he didn’t share Mike tonight. Or why he’s dropping him off now instead of taking him home and fucking him into the mattress and sending him back home with Ray afterwards.
“I think it’s time you went in,” he says as he holds a hand out to Mike who slides out without the aid. He stands in front of Harvey and straightens out his jacket, “Trevor will be wondering where you are,” Harvey leans forward and presses an almost chaste kiss to Mike's mouth, but with a hint of a promise in it, one that he can’t hold back from giving and the kid responds immediately, surging forward to kiss Harvey back and lifting his arms to wind them around Harvey neck. Harvey pulls away before he can and a look of disappointment and failure passes over Mike’s face.
"Good work tonight rookie," Harvey says, running his thumb over Mike's bottom lip and Mike darts his tongue out to lick at the pad, “you can tell Trevor I said that.”
Mike pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and nods, watches as Harvey gets back into the car. He makes Ray wait until he’s in through the door before they pull away and Harvey sinks back into the leather.
He can already feel it building in his stomach, the kid’s going to be trouble.
…
“Sooo?” Trevor’s waiting for him when he pushes the door open, his lips still tasting of Harvey, “how did it go?”
“Fine,” Mike responds coolly, trying to determine Trevor’s mood, “he said to tell you ‘good work’,” Trevor slides off the counter in the entrance hall and stalks over to Mike.
“I don’t think I need to tell you he’s an important client,” he says and Mike can’t help but roll his eyes at him. “And Kyle’s going to be pissed.”
“Please,” Mike sighs, “Kyle is a grown up and we’ve put aside our differences,” Trevor flinches at that, comes closer and has Mike against the wall, his hands hard around the tops of Mike’s arms. “What’s the matter Trev?” Mike taunts and Trevor’s eyes narrow, “I thought you wanted us to all ‘get along’? He stresses the two words with a surge of his hips and Trevor growls quietly, low in his throat.
“I don’t like you smelling of other people,” Trevor says, leaning close and pressing his nose to Mike’s neck, “and you smell of Harvey.”
“Well then stop selling me to people,” Mike says, pushing hard at Trevor’s shoulders, but Trevor’s always been bigger and stronger, even back before he was who he is now, back when they were still TrevorandMike.
“You love it,” Trevor says, holding on to Mike’s arms and pulling him closer again, “I know you do,” he’s got a point, Mike’s always loved it, back when Trevor was just starting out and Mike would occasionally work for him, the thrill has always been there and Trevor knows him well enough that Mike could never deny that.
“Stop treating my like one of your boys,” he snaps and Trevor lets him go. It’s not that Mike minds being treated like that, Trevor’s not a bad guy, but they know each other too well to be Pimp and Prostitute, and it grates on Mike when Trevor tries to pull rank. Especially now, when Mike has just come back, fallen off the wagon so to speak and Trevor welcomed him with open arms.
“That’s exactly what you are Mike,” Trevor snaps back and runs a hand through his hair, sighing heavily. It looks like he’s going to apologise but Mike cuts him off.
“I’m tired,” he says and Trevor nods, steps to the side to let mike past.
“Sleep well Mikey,” Trevor calls after him and Mike knows it’s the best apology he’s going to get.
Mike was eight when his parents died and he moved in with Grammy. She did the best she could, gave him a home, feed him, clothed him, despaired when he met Trevor and his life started going down hill. Mike’s always felt different, with his eidetic memory that makes his head buzz sometimes, but Trevor never really treated him like that.
They were a team, they got into trouble and laughed and Mike fancied himself always being with Trevor.
The first time Trevor suggested Mike got paid for sucking dick Mike had felt sick at the idea, but somehow had been talked into it and Mike had spent the whole time trying not to be as turned on as he was. The guy was some jock in their dorms, some closested dickhead who had looked at Mike like he was a candy bar the second he’d seen him. Mike had loved the feeling of being on his knees, the thrill of it, and he’d loved it ever since. He’d gone his own way from Trevor aged twenty-two when he’d tried to sort his life out, when he’d decided he needed to grown up, to stop being essentially a male prostitute.
He hadn’t coped though, missed the thrill of it, the apprehension of meeting a new client and he’d run back to Trevor, who rumour had it was running a highly successful establishment. He’d been surprised to see Jenny there and she’s welcomed him with a hug and a whispered warning that Trevor had changed.
Trevor had changed, was harder, more professional sometimes, but Mike could still see the naughty kid from three years ago in his eyes. And if Mike can bring that kid back out, he’s going to stay for as long at it takes.
…
Kyle corners him in the shower, presses him back against the tiles with a smirk on his face that Mike can’t help but mirror.
“How did it go?” Kyle asks, a curl hangs over his forehead drips water down onto his nose and Mike leans forward and licks it off.
“Not bad,” Mike replies and Kyle smirks again.
True they had a shaky start when Mike arrived two weeks ago, but Kyle’s an egotistical, sex maniac and Mike knows exactly how to handle people like him. And since Mike figured that out, they’ve been…civil, with a side of mutually beneficial.
“You’re not pissed?” Mike asks as Kyle mouths along his jaw. Kyle mutters something against his skin and Mike grabs a handful of hair to lift his head. Kyle grunts and runs his tongue over his teeth.
“Please,” he says, mirroring Mike’s earlier scoff at Trevor, “Harvey’s great but I have other clients…” he pushes his hips forward into Mike’s, “I think you might need a few lessons on how to please him though,” he says and Mike lets out a laugh as his head hit the back of the shower.
“Who knew you were so selfless?” Mike taunts and Kyle bites down on his collar bone, hard enough that Mike yelps.
“Selfless my ass, Ross, I just want a blow job,” Mike laughs and pushes him away. Kyle frowns slightly, then smirks, curls his hand around the back of Mike’s neck and drags him forward. He pauses slightly, lips just over Mike’s before pressing forward and kissing him hard.
“What if I want one?” Mike says against his mouth and Kyle laughs.
“I asked first,” he says, pressing lightly on Mike’s shoulders. Mike shrugs him off and crosses his arms, and it’s hard to look authoritative when you’re soaking wet.
“But it’s my turn,” he replies and Kyle raises an eyebrow at their mutual childishness. He sighs.
“Fine…how about I show you what Harvey likes and next time you can show me just how good your freaky brain works when you’re getting it sucked out through your dick?” Mike really is tired, but his brain is still buzzing and he knows there’s no way he can sleep right now. He doesn’t even need to push on Kyle’s shoulders, he slides to his knees himself, hands spanning out over Mike’s thighs as he does, “you want quick or slow?” Kyle asks, looking up at Mike, his green eyes crinkling at the corner as he smirks his usual self satisfied smirk and if Mike wasn’t so turned on already, he would want to punch him. They may have gotten to the mutually beneficial stage of their “relationship” but they still rub each other up the wrong way most of the time, and it’s generally what fuels their sessions like this.
“Fast, I just want to come,” Kyle nods, his thumbs pressing into the soft skin at the top of Mike’s thighs, “so no theatrics, Durant,” Kyle laughs, his breath hot against Mike’s dick as he slides his thumbs closer, presses in harder till Mike hisses, “come on,” he urges and Kyle smirks again, leans closer and licks along the underside of Mike’s dick. Mike lets his head fall back against the shower wall again, fingers sliding into Kyle’s curls.
Kyle’s quick, like promised, he sucks on the head hard, swipes his tongue over the slit, brushes his thumbs over Mike’s hips before sliding one hand between his thighs and using the water from the shower as lube as he presses gently between Mike’s ass cheeks. He hums low in his throat and that’s pretty much all it takes for Mike to come hard, gripping tight at Kyle hair as he does, pushing his dick so far into Kyle’s mouth that Kyle’s eyes water. But being the pro that he is, he doesn’t gag, just looks up at Mike the entire time, tongue moving against the underside of Mike’s dick until Mike has to push him off with a shudder of over sensitivity.
Even though they’re in the shower Kyle still swallows, drags his teeth over his bottom lip as stands, clearing his throat and Mike has to smirk back at him slightly at the raspy tone of his voice when he speaks.
“G’night then,” he says and swipes his thumb over his bottom lip. He’s gone, sauntering out of the bathroom in full naked, wet glory before Mike can answer.
…
Harvey’s not a pushover, he’s not a hopeless romantic, nor one to get easily tangled up in someone too quickly, but he can’t help bringing Mike to his mind as he braces himself against the shower wall, the water just the right side of too hot, stinging along his back as he wraps his hand around his dick and draws it slowly upwards.
The kid’s brilliant. Harvey could pick that up a mile away, there’s something about his quick wit and bright eyes. But it’s not just that, it’s the innocent look that masks the probably highly capable Escort, the contradiction that makes Harvey interested. Kyle’s all sex, he practically oozes it but Mike, Mike could actually hold an intelligent conversation, speaks with his hands and comes alive when he talks and Harvey wants to push that, see what makes Mike tick.
Harvey shudders, sliding his fingers back and pressing against his perineum, arm braced against the cool tiles.
He doesn’t even want to think about the fact he’s jerking off to the thought of an Escort he could have had as many times as he wanted tonight, or the fact that he feels Mike’s is under his skin already, he just twists his hand, jerks his hips into his tight grasp and grunts, teeth clamped over his bottom lip.
When he comes, there’s still a lingering hint of Mike on his lips.
Chapter 2