In For A Penny (2/?)
The big thanks to fluffygremlin is for this chapter.
Chapter 1
Its two weeks before Mike sees Harvey again, two weeks before he’s summoned to the hall where Harvey’s waiting with his phone in his hand and a scowl on his face. He looks up at Mike when Mike enters and his face smoothes out and there’s a hint of a smile on his lips.
“Do I need my tux?” Mike asks and Harvey cocks his head to the side, sticks his tongue into his cheek as he thinks about it. Mike resists the urge to shift under his heavy gaze.
“No…that’ll do,” he nods at Mike’s worn jeans and slightly too small t-shirt.
“Can I at least put some shoes on?” Mike asks with a smile and Trevor glares at him for ‘mocking a client’ and he knows that’s going to come back to bite him on the ass later. Harvey hides a grin but nods.
“I suppose, be quick about it though,” Mike rushes out of the hall, although he wants to stop and listen to see if Harvey and Trevor say anything about him, he doesn’t want to keep Harvey waiting.
He’s been on Mike’s mind for the last two weeks, the kiss he left Mike with, the promise of more to come had been a great source of fantasies for Mike. And Kyle had been more than willing to offer certain pointers when it came to pleasing Harvey Specter. Of course, those pointer sessions had more often than not ended up with one trying to subdue the other and all thoughts of pointers going out of the window. Mike smiles to himself as he shoves his feet into his sneakers, he doesn’t bother with tying the laces, just runs his fingers through his hair and grabs one of his many spare pocket toothbrushes (useful for those surprise sleepovers) and goes back downstairs.
It looks like he’s interrupted a bizarre mating ritual when he gets downstairs and Mike has the feeling he’s the centre of it when Harvey and Trevor both turn angry gazes towards him. Harvey’s obviously had more practice at schooling his features because he smiles and nods his head towards the door, holding his hand out to Mike.
“Come on rookie,” his hand falls on Mike’s lower back as he gets closer and Trevor gives him the look that reads “don’t fuck this up” before Harvey pushes him gently out into the night air and slams the door, he takes a deep breath. “I don’t usually let people get to me like that,” he says, his fingers tightening into a fist as his side as his hand drops from Mike’s back.
“He’s ok,” Mike replies. Harvey stops, one hand going back up to Mike’s arm and turns him to face Harvey, he searches Mike’s face.
“He’s an anchor Mike,” he says, doesn’t elaborate on what he means and lets Mike go, opening the back door of his car and letting Mike climb inside.
“So…where are we going?” Mike asks as Harvey slams the door, there’s a tension hanging over him that makes Mike shift and Harvey takes a deep breath, turns to look at Mike and his fingers curl into Mike’s jeans waistband, tug him closer.
“Nowhere,” he says and Mike shifts closer, rests his hand on Harvey’s thigh. Harvey pinches the bridge of his nose, “I just need…”
“Something to take your mind of everything?” Mike asks and Harvey looks back at him, nods once and there’s a tiredness behind his eyes that Mike didn’t see the last time. He reaches out, lets his fingers play against the lapel of Harvey’s jacket.
“I suppose I do,” Harvey covers his hand with his own.
“Well I’m glad you called me then,” Harvey smiles briefly, drops Mike’s hand and lapses into silence, but the tension from earlier has drained off him so Mike’s more than happy to stay quiet beside him.
…
Harvey smiles indulgently at Mike as he whistles at the view from Harvey’s apartment.
“So Corporate Law’s going well I take it?” Mike asks rhetorically, craning his neck to look down at the seemingly tiny city below. Harvey laughs, feeling lighter now he’s home and with an expensive scotch in his hand than he did in the car. Mike’s t-shirt is that little bit to small and as he leans forward, his hands pressed to the smear free glass, a strip of skin at his back shows. Harvey can’t help but reach out and touch it, run his fingers over it and Mike shivers lightly and pushes him self back upright, leans into the touch.
“It keeps me in the life I’ve become accustomed to,” Harvey says and Mike turns his head to look at him, a quizzical look that Harvey feels practically stripped bare by.
“A life of expensive scotch and exquisite views?” Mike asks with a grin that is in complete contrast with the knowing look he’s giving Harvey.
“I’d say the view was pretty good right now,” Harvey says, looking Mike up and down and Mike grins, blushes like he’s supposed to and takes the scotch out of Harvey’s hand.
“How about I make it even better?” he asks tugging gently on Harvey’s hand. Harvey resists slightly, but only for show, smirks as Mike looks around, obviously in search of the bedroom.
“That way,” he points and Mike is off, swaying his hips slightly more than necessary. He throws a come hither look over his shoulder and trails his hand around the door frame as he disappears from view and Harvey can only laugh as he pours himself more scotch and follows him down the hall.
…
He can’t help it, but Mike’s nosy by nature, he wants to know everything about his surroundings and that doesn’t stop with Harvey’s bedroom. Its sparsely decorated, but the little pieces that are in the room are masculine and suit what little Mike knows of Harvey perfectly. There is a faint hint of Harvey’s cologne hanging in the air still and if Mike takes a deep breath in he can imagine what it will be like having Harvey pressed up close to him. Mike shudders slightly, he’s been thinking about it for two weeks, wondering what Harvey’s skin will feel like under his hands and how he will feel filling Mike up completely.
Mike loves what he does; he loves giving himself over to a client, making them feel what they need to, being that person for them, he’s always been the pleasing type and this fuels that need to please.
He pulls open the closet door and has to take a breath because he’s not sure what he was expecting but honestly, the closet is bigger than his last apartment and he takes a step inside and is hit with the almost overwhelming scent of Harvey.
Mike runs his fingers over the suits, not that he has a lot of experience with suits but he can tell they were expensive, each one probably cost more than he can earn in a good month. They are organised meticulously, ranging from winter suits, thicker woollen ones that Mike wants to bury his face into, to thinner summer ones that look like they might be some blend of linen. Greys and blues, blacks, pinstripes, all immaculate and gorgeous and Mike wants to see Harvey in all of them.
He feels Harvey behind him before Harvey makes a noise, the heat radiating off him like a furnace as Harvey slips one hand around Mike’s waist and pulls him back against his hard chest, his hand hot against Mike’s stomach. He hums into Mike’s neck.
“You have a lot of suits,” he says and Harvey hums again, his tongue laving across Mike’s pulse. Mike lifts his hand from the suits and draws it back through Harvey’s hair.
“Rule number one of business, rookie, always look your best,” he says and Mike lets out a small laugh until Harvey’s teeth join his tongue and his laugh turns into a moan.
“Why do you think I always look good?” Mike asks and Harvey lets out a small chuckle.
“This is business is it?” Harvey asks, slipping his hand down further and ghosting his fingers over Mike’s dick. Mike bucks his hips and Harvey takes the opportunity to push him forward, against the closet wall, the one not decorated with designer handmade Italian shoes. Mike lifts his hands and pushes back slightly, his ass pressing into Harvey’s erection.
“It’s mine,” Mike says and Harvey hisses, bites at Mike’s neck again.
“Well, I think you’re top of your business class,” he mutters into Mike’s neck. His fingers tighten briefly around Mike’s dick then they’re gone and Mike finds himself being spun around, the back of his head hitting the wall as Harvey looms in front of him.
“Yeah?” Harvey raises an eyebrow and slides his thumbs across Mike’s cheeks, tilts his head to the left and then the right, like he’s studying him and Mike stares back at him almost brazenly.
“No question,” Harvey says.
“You haven’t even seen me at my best, yet,” Harvey growls quietly and pulls him forward, kisses him, his tongue slides over Mike’s lips before pushing inside his mouth and Mike groans.
“You know I’m not really a rookie,” Mike says as Harvey slides his mouth along his jaw, Mike’s day old stubble catches on Harvey’s skin and Mike moans again, “I may be with Trevor…” he bites off his words and curls his fingers into Harvey’s hair as Harvey bites down on his neck again, “but I’ve been doing this a long time.”
“You’re a rookie to me, rookie,” Harvey says and Mike grins, pulls back enough that he dances out of Harvey’s grasp and out of the closet. Harvey follows him with a look that can only be described as predatory and closes the door behind him.
“Perhaps,” Mike admits, pulling his t-shirt over his head, Harvey licks at his lips, “but I think I may know what you like,” he continues, dropping his hands to his pants and undoing the button.
“Really?” Harvey raises an eyebrow at him, his eyes on Mike’s hips, “care to show me what you think you know?” Mike drops his pants and steps out of them. He sees Harvey swallow as he takes a step forward and Harvey reaches out, curls his hand around Mike’s hip, “maybe you’re not as good as you think you are?” Mike laughs and steps out of his reach again, crawls onto the bed and lies back, curling his own fingers around his dick. He draws his hand up once and Harvey swallows again.
“Maybe I’m better than you think I am?” he says and Harvey purses his lips briefly, slipping out of his vest
“You should be, I’m paying you enough,” Harvey says with a smile, sliding his shirt down his shoulder and Mike’s fingers around his dick itch to touch him. Harvey’s chest is broad, a reasonable tanned colour given the spring season.
“Well come on then, lets get your money’s worth,” Mike grins, then bites down on his bottom lip as he twists his hand around himself. Harvey groans and pushes his pants down his thighs and Mike would raise an eyebrow at the lack of underwear if he wasn’t so turned on right now.
Harvey’s large, to be honest Mike wasn’t expecting anything less, but its obvious that Harvey has no qualms about his body, he stands proud and almost relaxed in front of Mike, just watching as Mike twists his hand and its almost too much, to be the centre of that focused attention, to have Harvey watching him so closely.
“Are you coming?” he asks and Harvey seems to shake himself free from whatever thoughts were occupying him, “or do I have to finish on my own?”
“Am I coming?” Harvey echoes Mike’s words as he steps closer to the bed. “I suppose that depends on you,” he stares at Mike as he kneels at the foot of the bed, his growing erection obvious between his toned thighs. Mike takes a second to look at him, the bead of pre-come on the tip of his dick as he licks at his lips. Harvey tracks the movement and then Mike is moving forward, crawling on the stupidly large expanse of bed toward him.
He pauses just in front of Harvey briefly, placing his hands on Harvey’s knees as he leans forward. Harvey nods once, a small movement that makes Mike lean forward even more and press his lips to Harvey chest. Harvey’s chest moves as he sucks in a breath and Mike slides his mouth along to his clavicle, nipping at the skin there, his fingers tightening on Harvey’s thighs. Harvey lets out a noise like a sigh as Mike uses his tongue to soothe the skin beneath his lips and runs his hands up Harvey’s thighs, around to his arms and skates them upwards, across his broad shoulders and back down, using one blunt fingernail to circle Harvey’s nipple. Mike does the same with the other nipple and looks up. Harvey’s eyes are dark, lips parted slightly and Mike can’t help but smirk gently.
“I told you I wasn’t a rookie,” he says confidently, running his thumbnail across Harvey’s hipbone and Harvey only hums in response, tilting his head slightly to the side as he watches Mike work, his eyebrow raising slightly before his eyes flutter as Mike spans his hands out over Harvey’s ribs.
“I will remember every thing about tonight, everything that makes you moan,” Mike says.
“That something Trevor taught you?” Harvey asks and Mike’s pleased that his voice sounds more than a little low and desperate. Mike chuckles, scratching his thumbnails over Harvey’s nipple again.
“No…this is all me,” Mike says, leaning forward and brushing his lips over Harvey’s. “Everything that makes you grunt or sigh or beg…”
“I don’t beg, rookie,” Harvey growls and he moves so quickly that Mike lets out a gasp, Harvey’s hands wrap around his wrists and he tugs Mike’s arms outwards.
“I didn’t think so,” Mike whispers back. He tugs on his hands slightly and smiles when Harvey tightens his grip. “I could though.”
Harvey moves quickly again, forward suddenly, crashing their mouths together in an almost painful manner that shoots straight to Mike’s cock. Harvey pulls him forward by his wrists, holding his arms wide so that he has no choice but to lean into Harvey’s broad chest to keep his balance. He moans against Harvey’s lips, opening his own as Harvey pushes his tongue in and runs it along the roof of Mike’s mouth. Harvey draws back as suddenly as he pulled him close and before Mike can even mutter out a surprised ‘wha’ he’s flat on his back with Harvey smirking like a shark above him.
He pulls Mike’s hands above his head, uses one hand to wrap around both wrists and tightens his grip. Mike’s not usually one for letting a client get aggressive but he knows he’ll be looking at those bruises around his wrist tomorrow and pressing his fingers to them. Harvey’s smirk dies as he grinds his hips down and Mike arches upwards, groaning as their dicks slide together.
Harvey pulls away enough to press Mike’s hips back onto the mattress, his palm hot and fingers gentle, in complete contrast of the bruising grip around Mike’s wrists.
“Don’t move,” Harvey practically barks in a low tone and Mike can only nod, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, Harvey watches, leans down and pulls Mike’s lower lip between his teeth. He whines slightly when Harvey leans back again, his almost comforting weight gone from Mike’s thighs, but Mike gets to watch the muscles in his side work as he reaches into the drawer beside the bed. Harvey’s strong, Mike can see that in the way he’s built, and Mike has never loved his slight form more than he does right now. Harvey settles between his thighs, eyes raking over Mike’s body in a calculating way that makes Mike’s cheeks flame. He must look the picture of debauchery right now, lips wet and red, wrists still crossed over his head and no doubt just colouring from Harvey’s hard grip, chest moving and dick hard between his legs, curving upwards to his stomach. Harvey reaches out and draws his finger over the slit of Mike’s dick. Mike shifts, remembers Harvey’s dark words and stills, but doesn’t even try to muffle the moan when Harvey pushes his finger into Mike’s mouth. Mike tastes himself, curls his tongue around Harvey’s finger and lets it go with a lewd pop as Harvey pulls it free and trails it down his chin and neck.
“Turn over,” he says and Mike moves, his limbs feel heavy but he moves quickly, getting to his knees and dropping his head forward and Harvey runs a hand down his spine, mutters something that sounds like “perfect” and Mike finds himself preening under the compliment, arching his back as Harvey draws his fingers down again, slides them down between his ass cheeks.
“Show me how good you are, kid,” Harvey taps on the inside of Mike’s thigh and Mike spreads them a little more, pushing backwards slightly, turning to look over his shoulder. Harvey’s got an almost faraway look on his face but he smiles almost softly at Mike and runs both thumbs between his ass cheeks and spreads them. Mike moans quietly, but its gets louder as Harvey slowly pushes one slick finger inside. Mike pushes back against him, glances over his shoulder again with a well practiced look of seduction as Harvey smirks, adds another finger and Mike feels the look drain off his face.
“Jesus,” he mutters and Harvey lets out a small breath of a chuckle as Mike lets his head drop again. Harvey pushes another finger in, spreads them slightly and Mike feels his thighs shake at the slow burning stretch inside him. And then Harvey crooks his fingers and Mike’s arms nearly give out. “Fuck….Jesus Harvey…please…” Mike’s moaning like he’s paid to do, only this time its for real, Harvey’s fingers in him curl again, spread out and Mike nearly bites through his bottom lip.
“What did you just say?” Harvey asks, pulling his fingers out completely. Mike whines at the empty feeling and presses his ass back, trying to get it back, he looks back over his shoulder at Harvey, and he sees Harvey swallow hard.
“Please,” he repeats, and even to his own ears he’s sounds desperate, “… just fuck me.” Harvey’s eyes move over Mike’s body, and Mike clenches his ass, hears Harvey groan as he rolls the condom onto his cock. The head of Harvey’s dick presses gently at Mike’s hole and Mike can’t wait anymore, he pushes back hard and Harvey’s fingers at his hips dig in hard as he pushes forward to meet Mike.
“Jesus kid,” Harvey groans and Mike clenches his muscles, rolls his hips slightly. Harvey leans forward, his forehead pressed to Mike’s shoulders, one hand sliding through the sweat on his chest and he hauls them both up right, Harvey’s strong hand flat against Mike’s chest. Harvey slides in even deeper and Mike lets his head fall back against his shoulder as Harvey pinches a nipple between his fingers.
Harvey moves his hips slowly, but pushes in deep, draws out almost completely and has Mike uttering gibberish under his breath. Harvey’s hand slides up his chest, pulls his face round to meet his and kisses Mike, practically steals the breath from him as he fucks him just the way Mike loves, whispers filthy things in Mike’s ear. Feel so good, so tight, fuck kid I could do this all night, want you to come with me buried in your ass.
Harvey’s fingers reach down and curl around Mike’s painfully hard dick, sliding up the length and he runs his palm over the tip and Mike shudders, feels his orgasm building in his stomach, twisting and tightening and then Harvey twists his hand as he strokes downwards, practically growls “come now rookie,” into Mike’s ear and Mike does just that, turning his face and pressing into Harvey’s neck and Harvey fucks him through it, strokes him the whole time until Mike’s sure he’s going to fall apart from too much. Mike coming seems to flick a switch in Harvey who pushes him back onto all fours, grips tight at his hips and fucks him hard, fast. Mike has to wrap one hand around the headboard to stop himself from falling face first into the mattress. He clenches around Harvey and Harvey groans low and loud, his hips stutter and he pushes in once hard and shudders and Mike wishes he could feel the warm, wet heat inside.
Harvey drops his head back to Mike’s shoulders, hips moving almost lazily and then he pulls out and Mike winces and Harvey’s hand is a soothing presence on his spine. Mike collapses then, wiggles himself comfortable and he hears Harvey let out a small laugh behind him and the unmistakable sound of a used condom hitting the bottom of a trashcan and then Harvey’s back, running a hand through the sweat on Mike’s back.
Mike rolls over and looks up at him, all traces of the stress, the lines of worry on his face are gone now, his lips slightly swollen, his hair mussed up and he smiles down at Mike.
“I’ll send you the dry cleaning bill for those sheets,” he says, getting up and wandering to the bathroom. He’s back a few minutes later and runs a cloth over Mike’s chest, leans down and kisses him almost tenderly. Mike reaches up and runs his fingers over Harvey’s face, plucks the cloth from his hands and throws it away.
“That’ll wait,” he says at Harvey’s half hearted protest and Harvey frowns and then shrugs slightly and nudges Mike over as he slides under the covers.
…
Mike seems pleased as Harvey slides into his sheets, and he seems to perk up, jumping slightly as he crawls under the covers with Harvey. Harvey wants to call him presumptuous, wants to tell the kid to go home, to sleep alone spread out. But there’s something almost puppy like in the kid and Harvey doesn’t want to kick it so he sighs and lets the kid lie down next to him.
“Huh,” Mike lets out a surprised noise just as Harvey’s drifting off to sleep, his skin still pleasantly buzzing. He cracks an eye open and Mike’s staring up at the ceiling with a vaguely confused expression on his face.
“What?” Harvey asks and Mike jumps slightly, turns his head on the pillow and there’s a smile on his face that’s easy and genuine and not paid for.
“It’s quiet,” he says like it meant to mean something to Harvey.
“That’s what you get for paying for soundproofing,” Harvey replies and Mike chuckles quietly, looks back up at the ceiling.
“No I mean my head…its never quiet,” one day Harvey’s going to get the kid to open up, to explain what he means by that, but right now he’s tired, fucked out, and doesn’t have the strength to sort through the feelings in his head he has for this brilliant man lying next to him.
“Well I suppose,” Mike turns back towards him, “a decent fucking will do that to you,” Harvey says instead and Mike smiles again, places his hand on Harvey’s chest and he turns on his side to face him, his cheek squashing into the pillow slightly and he suddenly looks his age.
“Show off,” Mike mutters, closing his eyes and Harvey resists the urge to pull him close, only until Mike actually does it himself, snuggles into Harvey’s neck and throws one arm around him, his fingers resting lightly on Harvey’s lower back.
“Now that your head’s quiet, think you can be quiet so we can get some sleep?” Harvey asks and Mike laughs into his neck, bites down gently but Harvey feels him nod, even as he shifts even closer and pushes a thigh in between Harvey’s.
“G’night,” he mutters and Harvey really does resist the urge this time, the urge to kiss Mike’s sweaty hair and just squeezes him once.
“Night kid.”
Chapter 3
Chapter 1
Its two weeks before Mike sees Harvey again, two weeks before he’s summoned to the hall where Harvey’s waiting with his phone in his hand and a scowl on his face. He looks up at Mike when Mike enters and his face smoothes out and there’s a hint of a smile on his lips.
“Do I need my tux?” Mike asks and Harvey cocks his head to the side, sticks his tongue into his cheek as he thinks about it. Mike resists the urge to shift under his heavy gaze.
“No…that’ll do,” he nods at Mike’s worn jeans and slightly too small t-shirt.
“Can I at least put some shoes on?” Mike asks with a smile and Trevor glares at him for ‘mocking a client’ and he knows that’s going to come back to bite him on the ass later. Harvey hides a grin but nods.
“I suppose, be quick about it though,” Mike rushes out of the hall, although he wants to stop and listen to see if Harvey and Trevor say anything about him, he doesn’t want to keep Harvey waiting.
He’s been on Mike’s mind for the last two weeks, the kiss he left Mike with, the promise of more to come had been a great source of fantasies for Mike. And Kyle had been more than willing to offer certain pointers when it came to pleasing Harvey Specter. Of course, those pointer sessions had more often than not ended up with one trying to subdue the other and all thoughts of pointers going out of the window. Mike smiles to himself as he shoves his feet into his sneakers, he doesn’t bother with tying the laces, just runs his fingers through his hair and grabs one of his many spare pocket toothbrushes (useful for those surprise sleepovers) and goes back downstairs.
It looks like he’s interrupted a bizarre mating ritual when he gets downstairs and Mike has the feeling he’s the centre of it when Harvey and Trevor both turn angry gazes towards him. Harvey’s obviously had more practice at schooling his features because he smiles and nods his head towards the door, holding his hand out to Mike.
“Come on rookie,” his hand falls on Mike’s lower back as he gets closer and Trevor gives him the look that reads “don’t fuck this up” before Harvey pushes him gently out into the night air and slams the door, he takes a deep breath. “I don’t usually let people get to me like that,” he says, his fingers tightening into a fist as his side as his hand drops from Mike’s back.
“He’s ok,” Mike replies. Harvey stops, one hand going back up to Mike’s arm and turns him to face Harvey, he searches Mike’s face.
“He’s an anchor Mike,” he says, doesn’t elaborate on what he means and lets Mike go, opening the back door of his car and letting Mike climb inside.
“So…where are we going?” Mike asks as Harvey slams the door, there’s a tension hanging over him that makes Mike shift and Harvey takes a deep breath, turns to look at Mike and his fingers curl into Mike’s jeans waistband, tug him closer.
“Nowhere,” he says and Mike shifts closer, rests his hand on Harvey’s thigh. Harvey pinches the bridge of his nose, “I just need…”
“Something to take your mind of everything?” Mike asks and Harvey looks back at him, nods once and there’s a tiredness behind his eyes that Mike didn’t see the last time. He reaches out, lets his fingers play against the lapel of Harvey’s jacket.
“I suppose I do,” Harvey covers his hand with his own.
“Well I’m glad you called me then,” Harvey smiles briefly, drops Mike’s hand and lapses into silence, but the tension from earlier has drained off him so Mike’s more than happy to stay quiet beside him.
…
Harvey smiles indulgently at Mike as he whistles at the view from Harvey’s apartment.
“So Corporate Law’s going well I take it?” Mike asks rhetorically, craning his neck to look down at the seemingly tiny city below. Harvey laughs, feeling lighter now he’s home and with an expensive scotch in his hand than he did in the car. Mike’s t-shirt is that little bit to small and as he leans forward, his hands pressed to the smear free glass, a strip of skin at his back shows. Harvey can’t help but reach out and touch it, run his fingers over it and Mike shivers lightly and pushes him self back upright, leans into the touch.
“It keeps me in the life I’ve become accustomed to,” Harvey says and Mike turns his head to look at him, a quizzical look that Harvey feels practically stripped bare by.
“A life of expensive scotch and exquisite views?” Mike asks with a grin that is in complete contrast with the knowing look he’s giving Harvey.
“I’d say the view was pretty good right now,” Harvey says, looking Mike up and down and Mike grins, blushes like he’s supposed to and takes the scotch out of Harvey’s hand.
“How about I make it even better?” he asks tugging gently on Harvey’s hand. Harvey resists slightly, but only for show, smirks as Mike looks around, obviously in search of the bedroom.
“That way,” he points and Mike is off, swaying his hips slightly more than necessary. He throws a come hither look over his shoulder and trails his hand around the door frame as he disappears from view and Harvey can only laugh as he pours himself more scotch and follows him down the hall.
…
He can’t help it, but Mike’s nosy by nature, he wants to know everything about his surroundings and that doesn’t stop with Harvey’s bedroom. Its sparsely decorated, but the little pieces that are in the room are masculine and suit what little Mike knows of Harvey perfectly. There is a faint hint of Harvey’s cologne hanging in the air still and if Mike takes a deep breath in he can imagine what it will be like having Harvey pressed up close to him. Mike shudders slightly, he’s been thinking about it for two weeks, wondering what Harvey’s skin will feel like under his hands and how he will feel filling Mike up completely.
Mike loves what he does; he loves giving himself over to a client, making them feel what they need to, being that person for them, he’s always been the pleasing type and this fuels that need to please.
He pulls open the closet door and has to take a breath because he’s not sure what he was expecting but honestly, the closet is bigger than his last apartment and he takes a step inside and is hit with the almost overwhelming scent of Harvey.
Mike runs his fingers over the suits, not that he has a lot of experience with suits but he can tell they were expensive, each one probably cost more than he can earn in a good month. They are organised meticulously, ranging from winter suits, thicker woollen ones that Mike wants to bury his face into, to thinner summer ones that look like they might be some blend of linen. Greys and blues, blacks, pinstripes, all immaculate and gorgeous and Mike wants to see Harvey in all of them.
He feels Harvey behind him before Harvey makes a noise, the heat radiating off him like a furnace as Harvey slips one hand around Mike’s waist and pulls him back against his hard chest, his hand hot against Mike’s stomach. He hums into Mike’s neck.
“You have a lot of suits,” he says and Harvey hums again, his tongue laving across Mike’s pulse. Mike lifts his hand from the suits and draws it back through Harvey’s hair.
“Rule number one of business, rookie, always look your best,” he says and Mike lets out a small laugh until Harvey’s teeth join his tongue and his laugh turns into a moan.
“Why do you think I always look good?” Mike asks and Harvey lets out a small chuckle.
“This is business is it?” Harvey asks, slipping his hand down further and ghosting his fingers over Mike’s dick. Mike bucks his hips and Harvey takes the opportunity to push him forward, against the closet wall, the one not decorated with designer handmade Italian shoes. Mike lifts his hands and pushes back slightly, his ass pressing into Harvey’s erection.
“It’s mine,” Mike says and Harvey hisses, bites at Mike’s neck again.
“Well, I think you’re top of your business class,” he mutters into Mike’s neck. His fingers tighten briefly around Mike’s dick then they’re gone and Mike finds himself being spun around, the back of his head hitting the wall as Harvey looms in front of him.
“Yeah?” Harvey raises an eyebrow and slides his thumbs across Mike’s cheeks, tilts his head to the left and then the right, like he’s studying him and Mike stares back at him almost brazenly.
“No question,” Harvey says.
“You haven’t even seen me at my best, yet,” Harvey growls quietly and pulls him forward, kisses him, his tongue slides over Mike’s lips before pushing inside his mouth and Mike groans.
“You know I’m not really a rookie,” Mike says as Harvey slides his mouth along his jaw, Mike’s day old stubble catches on Harvey’s skin and Mike moans again, “I may be with Trevor…” he bites off his words and curls his fingers into Harvey’s hair as Harvey bites down on his neck again, “but I’ve been doing this a long time.”
“You’re a rookie to me, rookie,” Harvey says and Mike grins, pulls back enough that he dances out of Harvey’s grasp and out of the closet. Harvey follows him with a look that can only be described as predatory and closes the door behind him.
“Perhaps,” Mike admits, pulling his t-shirt over his head, Harvey licks at his lips, “but I think I may know what you like,” he continues, dropping his hands to his pants and undoing the button.
“Really?” Harvey raises an eyebrow at him, his eyes on Mike’s hips, “care to show me what you think you know?” Mike drops his pants and steps out of them. He sees Harvey swallow as he takes a step forward and Harvey reaches out, curls his hand around Mike’s hip, “maybe you’re not as good as you think you are?” Mike laughs and steps out of his reach again, crawls onto the bed and lies back, curling his own fingers around his dick. He draws his hand up once and Harvey swallows again.
“Maybe I’m better than you think I am?” he says and Harvey purses his lips briefly, slipping out of his vest
“You should be, I’m paying you enough,” Harvey says with a smile, sliding his shirt down his shoulder and Mike’s fingers around his dick itch to touch him. Harvey’s chest is broad, a reasonable tanned colour given the spring season.
“Well come on then, lets get your money’s worth,” Mike grins, then bites down on his bottom lip as he twists his hand around himself. Harvey groans and pushes his pants down his thighs and Mike would raise an eyebrow at the lack of underwear if he wasn’t so turned on right now.
Harvey’s large, to be honest Mike wasn’t expecting anything less, but its obvious that Harvey has no qualms about his body, he stands proud and almost relaxed in front of Mike, just watching as Mike twists his hand and its almost too much, to be the centre of that focused attention, to have Harvey watching him so closely.
“Are you coming?” he asks and Harvey seems to shake himself free from whatever thoughts were occupying him, “or do I have to finish on my own?”
“Am I coming?” Harvey echoes Mike’s words as he steps closer to the bed. “I suppose that depends on you,” he stares at Mike as he kneels at the foot of the bed, his growing erection obvious between his toned thighs. Mike takes a second to look at him, the bead of pre-come on the tip of his dick as he licks at his lips. Harvey tracks the movement and then Mike is moving forward, crawling on the stupidly large expanse of bed toward him.
He pauses just in front of Harvey briefly, placing his hands on Harvey’s knees as he leans forward. Harvey nods once, a small movement that makes Mike lean forward even more and press his lips to Harvey chest. Harvey’s chest moves as he sucks in a breath and Mike slides his mouth along to his clavicle, nipping at the skin there, his fingers tightening on Harvey’s thighs. Harvey lets out a noise like a sigh as Mike uses his tongue to soothe the skin beneath his lips and runs his hands up Harvey’s thighs, around to his arms and skates them upwards, across his broad shoulders and back down, using one blunt fingernail to circle Harvey’s nipple. Mike does the same with the other nipple and looks up. Harvey’s eyes are dark, lips parted slightly and Mike can’t help but smirk gently.
“I told you I wasn’t a rookie,” he says confidently, running his thumbnail across Harvey’s hipbone and Harvey only hums in response, tilting his head slightly to the side as he watches Mike work, his eyebrow raising slightly before his eyes flutter as Mike spans his hands out over Harvey’s ribs.
“I will remember every thing about tonight, everything that makes you moan,” Mike says.
“That something Trevor taught you?” Harvey asks and Mike’s pleased that his voice sounds more than a little low and desperate. Mike chuckles, scratching his thumbnails over Harvey’s nipple again.
“No…this is all me,” Mike says, leaning forward and brushing his lips over Harvey’s. “Everything that makes you grunt or sigh or beg…”
“I don’t beg, rookie,” Harvey growls and he moves so quickly that Mike lets out a gasp, Harvey’s hands wrap around his wrists and he tugs Mike’s arms outwards.
“I didn’t think so,” Mike whispers back. He tugs on his hands slightly and smiles when Harvey tightens his grip. “I could though.”
Harvey moves quickly again, forward suddenly, crashing their mouths together in an almost painful manner that shoots straight to Mike’s cock. Harvey pulls him forward by his wrists, holding his arms wide so that he has no choice but to lean into Harvey’s broad chest to keep his balance. He moans against Harvey’s lips, opening his own as Harvey pushes his tongue in and runs it along the roof of Mike’s mouth. Harvey draws back as suddenly as he pulled him close and before Mike can even mutter out a surprised ‘wha’ he’s flat on his back with Harvey smirking like a shark above him.
He pulls Mike’s hands above his head, uses one hand to wrap around both wrists and tightens his grip. Mike’s not usually one for letting a client get aggressive but he knows he’ll be looking at those bruises around his wrist tomorrow and pressing his fingers to them. Harvey’s smirk dies as he grinds his hips down and Mike arches upwards, groaning as their dicks slide together.
Harvey pulls away enough to press Mike’s hips back onto the mattress, his palm hot and fingers gentle, in complete contrast of the bruising grip around Mike’s wrists.
“Don’t move,” Harvey practically barks in a low tone and Mike can only nod, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, Harvey watches, leans down and pulls Mike’s lower lip between his teeth. He whines slightly when Harvey leans back again, his almost comforting weight gone from Mike’s thighs, but Mike gets to watch the muscles in his side work as he reaches into the drawer beside the bed. Harvey’s strong, Mike can see that in the way he’s built, and Mike has never loved his slight form more than he does right now. Harvey settles between his thighs, eyes raking over Mike’s body in a calculating way that makes Mike’s cheeks flame. He must look the picture of debauchery right now, lips wet and red, wrists still crossed over his head and no doubt just colouring from Harvey’s hard grip, chest moving and dick hard between his legs, curving upwards to his stomach. Harvey reaches out and draws his finger over the slit of Mike’s dick. Mike shifts, remembers Harvey’s dark words and stills, but doesn’t even try to muffle the moan when Harvey pushes his finger into Mike’s mouth. Mike tastes himself, curls his tongue around Harvey’s finger and lets it go with a lewd pop as Harvey pulls it free and trails it down his chin and neck.
“Turn over,” he says and Mike moves, his limbs feel heavy but he moves quickly, getting to his knees and dropping his head forward and Harvey runs a hand down his spine, mutters something that sounds like “perfect” and Mike finds himself preening under the compliment, arching his back as Harvey draws his fingers down again, slides them down between his ass cheeks.
“Show me how good you are, kid,” Harvey taps on the inside of Mike’s thigh and Mike spreads them a little more, pushing backwards slightly, turning to look over his shoulder. Harvey’s got an almost faraway look on his face but he smiles almost softly at Mike and runs both thumbs between his ass cheeks and spreads them. Mike moans quietly, but its gets louder as Harvey slowly pushes one slick finger inside. Mike pushes back against him, glances over his shoulder again with a well practiced look of seduction as Harvey smirks, adds another finger and Mike feels the look drain off his face.
“Jesus,” he mutters and Harvey lets out a small breath of a chuckle as Mike lets his head drop again. Harvey pushes another finger in, spreads them slightly and Mike feels his thighs shake at the slow burning stretch inside him. And then Harvey crooks his fingers and Mike’s arms nearly give out. “Fuck….Jesus Harvey…please…” Mike’s moaning like he’s paid to do, only this time its for real, Harvey’s fingers in him curl again, spread out and Mike nearly bites through his bottom lip.
“What did you just say?” Harvey asks, pulling his fingers out completely. Mike whines at the empty feeling and presses his ass back, trying to get it back, he looks back over his shoulder at Harvey, and he sees Harvey swallow hard.
“Please,” he repeats, and even to his own ears he’s sounds desperate, “… just fuck me.” Harvey’s eyes move over Mike’s body, and Mike clenches his ass, hears Harvey groan as he rolls the condom onto his cock. The head of Harvey’s dick presses gently at Mike’s hole and Mike can’t wait anymore, he pushes back hard and Harvey’s fingers at his hips dig in hard as he pushes forward to meet Mike.
“Jesus kid,” Harvey groans and Mike clenches his muscles, rolls his hips slightly. Harvey leans forward, his forehead pressed to Mike’s shoulders, one hand sliding through the sweat on his chest and he hauls them both up right, Harvey’s strong hand flat against Mike’s chest. Harvey slides in even deeper and Mike lets his head fall back against his shoulder as Harvey pinches a nipple between his fingers.
Harvey moves his hips slowly, but pushes in deep, draws out almost completely and has Mike uttering gibberish under his breath. Harvey’s hand slides up his chest, pulls his face round to meet his and kisses Mike, practically steals the breath from him as he fucks him just the way Mike loves, whispers filthy things in Mike’s ear. Feel so good, so tight, fuck kid I could do this all night, want you to come with me buried in your ass.
Harvey’s fingers reach down and curl around Mike’s painfully hard dick, sliding up the length and he runs his palm over the tip and Mike shudders, feels his orgasm building in his stomach, twisting and tightening and then Harvey twists his hand as he strokes downwards, practically growls “come now rookie,” into Mike’s ear and Mike does just that, turning his face and pressing into Harvey’s neck and Harvey fucks him through it, strokes him the whole time until Mike’s sure he’s going to fall apart from too much. Mike coming seems to flick a switch in Harvey who pushes him back onto all fours, grips tight at his hips and fucks him hard, fast. Mike has to wrap one hand around the headboard to stop himself from falling face first into the mattress. He clenches around Harvey and Harvey groans low and loud, his hips stutter and he pushes in once hard and shudders and Mike wishes he could feel the warm, wet heat inside.
Harvey drops his head back to Mike’s shoulders, hips moving almost lazily and then he pulls out and Mike winces and Harvey’s hand is a soothing presence on his spine. Mike collapses then, wiggles himself comfortable and he hears Harvey let out a small laugh behind him and the unmistakable sound of a used condom hitting the bottom of a trashcan and then Harvey’s back, running a hand through the sweat on Mike’s back.
Mike rolls over and looks up at him, all traces of the stress, the lines of worry on his face are gone now, his lips slightly swollen, his hair mussed up and he smiles down at Mike.
“I’ll send you the dry cleaning bill for those sheets,” he says, getting up and wandering to the bathroom. He’s back a few minutes later and runs a cloth over Mike’s chest, leans down and kisses him almost tenderly. Mike reaches up and runs his fingers over Harvey’s face, plucks the cloth from his hands and throws it away.
“That’ll wait,” he says at Harvey’s half hearted protest and Harvey frowns and then shrugs slightly and nudges Mike over as he slides under the covers.
…
Mike seems pleased as Harvey slides into his sheets, and he seems to perk up, jumping slightly as he crawls under the covers with Harvey. Harvey wants to call him presumptuous, wants to tell the kid to go home, to sleep alone spread out. But there’s something almost puppy like in the kid and Harvey doesn’t want to kick it so he sighs and lets the kid lie down next to him.
“Huh,” Mike lets out a surprised noise just as Harvey’s drifting off to sleep, his skin still pleasantly buzzing. He cracks an eye open and Mike’s staring up at the ceiling with a vaguely confused expression on his face.
“What?” Harvey asks and Mike jumps slightly, turns his head on the pillow and there’s a smile on his face that’s easy and genuine and not paid for.
“It’s quiet,” he says like it meant to mean something to Harvey.
“That’s what you get for paying for soundproofing,” Harvey replies and Mike chuckles quietly, looks back up at the ceiling.
“No I mean my head…its never quiet,” one day Harvey’s going to get the kid to open up, to explain what he means by that, but right now he’s tired, fucked out, and doesn’t have the strength to sort through the feelings in his head he has for this brilliant man lying next to him.
“Well I suppose,” Mike turns back towards him, “a decent fucking will do that to you,” Harvey says instead and Mike smiles again, places his hand on Harvey’s chest and he turns on his side to face him, his cheek squashing into the pillow slightly and he suddenly looks his age.
“Show off,” Mike mutters, closing his eyes and Harvey resists the urge to pull him close, only until Mike actually does it himself, snuggles into Harvey’s neck and throws one arm around him, his fingers resting lightly on Harvey’s lower back.
“Now that your head’s quiet, think you can be quiet so we can get some sleep?” Harvey asks and Mike laughs into his neck, bites down gently but Harvey feels him nod, even as he shifts even closer and pushes a thigh in between Harvey’s.
“G’night,” he mutters and Harvey really does resist the urge this time, the urge to kiss Mike’s sweaty hair and just squeezes him once.
“Night kid.”
Chapter 3