need transitive verb, to require
It is simply human nature that everyone has needs. To survive we need food, water, shelter and air. For Louis Litt, his need for Mike Ross was greater than anything he'd ever encountered. When the kid first stumbled in to Pearson Hardman, all skinny ties and blue eyes and too damn smart for his own good, Louis felt the need begin to build in his chest. Then he tried the pony speech and bagging Tom Keller together, anything to get closer to him and of course, Harvey fucking Specter had to come in and fuck up everything he had accomplished. But no more, Louis was done. He was not about to let Harvey get away with keeping Mike all to himself.
He started small with little pep talks here and notes of encouragement there. Things progressed to a pretty much around the clock open door policy for when Harvey kicked his little protégé to the curb. It was really almost too easy.
Then the day came, about eight months into Mike's term at Pearson Hardman, and they were alone together, late at night. They had ordered in pizza (double cheese and mushroom, Mike's favorite) and wings (bone in because Louis argued bone out was just a saucy nugget) and were happily eating away and talking about the case Mike had agreed to help Louis with. The subject soon turned away from the case and onto a more personal level ("So, Louis, Red Sox fan, eh?") until the gentle teasing and flirting got to be too much.
Mike had just finished laughing loudly at a joke Louis had told and was wiping the tears from his eyes with a spare napkin when he said breathlessly, "You know, Louis, you're not the big bad wolf people seem to think you are."
Oh, how wrong Mike was, though. Louis was a wolf and Mike a beautiful little lamb and Louis saw the opportunity to snatch that lamb up with his Sheppard gone. He leaned forward and kissed Mike briefly on the lips before pulling back to judge his reaction. Mike looked surprised, yes, but below that there was a deep lusting that Louis had never in his dreams imagined. Mike surged forward and kissed Louis harshly, demandingly, with sharp teeth and rough tongue until they pulled away, gasping for breath.
Mike rifled through his messenger bag until he found the condom and tiny bottle of lube he always had, just in case he needed to just relax after a long, long day. He handed them to Louis who just quirked an eyebrow but accepted them anyway. He had imagined this day so many times but never, ever did he think it would happen like this. He expected drunken fumblings in a cab or maybe even Mike coming over to watch a big game and them fucking on the couch or the bed. He had never once in his wildest dreams expected to be fingering Mike on the couch in his office while Mike sucked him off. He hadn't ever pictured himself bending Mike over his desk so he could fuck him hard until Mike came over a stack of briefs without so much as a touch to his cock.
The most surprising part of the whole fantasy was that after words, it wasn't awkward. Mike had kissed him gently on the side of the mouth and after they had cleaned up, curled up with his head in Louis' lap while Louis played with his hair. This, this intimacy, Louis decided, was what he really needed. Fucking Mike was great but holding Mike was better. He had never thought to list comfort on his list of human needs but after this it was probably number one.