"Harvey!" Mike calls after the older man, doing his best to catch up to the man he's been hunting for about… oh… all afternoon.
"Did you finish the briefs?" Harvey asked when he seen Mike come up beside him out of the corner of his eye.
"What? No. Not yet. They'll be done soon." Mike stumbled over the words as Harvey came to a halt, taking his right hand out of his pocket to pinch the bridge of his nose as he turned to face Mike.
"Then why are you not at your desk proofing briefs?"
"This is about the briefs."
"What?" Mike looks good today, Harvey thought, really good, like trying to impress good. Then again, maybe it's just that Mike always looks good.
"Um, the Mason's are under contract with a different lawyer."
"No they aren't." Expecting that, Mike pulled out a piece of paper from a folder and handed it to Harvey.
"I've searched everywhere, there's never a termination of the agreement. The company that the Mason's work for and are co-owners of, is in a legally binding contract with a lawyer that says that they can't seek legal council from anyone else under any circumstances, without a termination of the agreement which would involve the signatures of the seven living legal co-owners of the company."
"This is… not good." Harvey handed the paper back to Mike and started walking again, hands firmly back in his pockets. "Well, don't just stand there, we have work to do." He called over his shoulder. "Good job, Mike." He whispered to himself. He appreciated what Mike did for him. Even though he wasn't about to give the kid an even bigger head by telling him that.
"So, as you see, we would love to take on the case, Jessica, but if we did, sure our new client would be great, but we'd be screwed by the law suit that this attorney would bring up on us. We have to call this off." Harvey said, watching Jessica's face as she took in the new information and read over all of the documents in front of her.
"Thank you two. Stop working on the case, start focusing on the other lawyer." Jessica said as a dismissal.
Mike sat at his desk thinking about nothing other than Harvey Specter. His silk tie, what that silk would feel like tying him to Harvey's bed. How he looked so edible today in his dark suit or more importantly how much better he'd look out of it. His slicked back hair or how much better sex hair would look. His smile, how he wanted to taste that smile. "Mike." Luis's voice darkened Mike's very good thoughts.
"Yes, Luis." Mike breathed, exuding defiance and annoyance.
"I heard you had a little road block on your case with Harvey." He said quickly, looking about the room before settling his eyes, once again, on Mike.
"Okay." Mike said.
"I was just going to offer my assistance to him." He said again his eyes wandering before settling, once more, on Mike.
"That's great, Luis." Mike muttered.
"So, I'm pawning off this pro-bono on you." He said like it was a lucky day for Mike.
"Thanks, Luis." Mike said before thinking, and then quickly made up for it. "But, why don't you hang on to it until after Harvey turns you down. You know back up plan." He lamely masked his annoyance with an annoyed, but winning, smirk. Text book thing for Harvey to do. He had to stop spending so much time with that guy.
Luis, turned on his heel and walked away, looking annoyed but considerably unscratched since no one had been around to see his public humiliation. Mike's phone buzzed in his pocket, a sensation that his Harvey thought indulged penis wasn't complaining about. He quickly fished the phone out, avoiding another close call. His screen was lit up with a text from Harvey. Did you send this guy up here?
Mike smiled a little before tapping out no and pressing send.
A couple of moments later another text arrived. I hate him. Save me.
Not a chance. Mike replied smugly. I didn't have back up when he talked to me, you aren't getting any either.
Meeting with the clients in an hour, downtown, meet me in ten at the car. Was Harvey's reply.
Ten minutes later Mike surveyed the front of the building to find Harvey waiting in the back of the town car. "hurry up, Ross." He called out as Mike jogged to meet him. Mike ran to the other side of the car and slid in next to Harvey. "And by the way," Harvey held up his phone, showing Mike a text message apparently sent from a woman, that made Mike blush. "I am getting some."
"So, not what I meant."
"I know." Harvey said smiling. "Still funny." The entire car ride mike had to focus to keep his pants adjusted so that it wouldn't be obvious that he was so hard it hurt, he didn't really care about the pain, just that he didn't want Harvey to see it. As soon as the car pulled up to the restaurant Mike was out, telling Harvey that he quickly had to go pee.
In the bathroom, it really didn't take but a minute to build himself up to the brink in one of the stalls, after all this hard on had been there for a good while. But when he heard the door to the bathroom open and Harvey's voice tossed out his name. he bit his arm trying not to scream as he came, sweat starting to drip down his forehead. It was quite possibly the hardest orgasm he'd ever had, including the ones that he had while thinking about Harvey. "When you're done fixing your problem in there, please come out and be ready for the clients, they're pulling up in one minute." fuck, Harvey knows, Mike thought. Then no, no way he could, not possible.
Mike quickly cleaned himself up, fixed his clothes, and washed his hands. Then sprayed some breathe spray in the air and walked through it, hoping he didn't smell like he had just gotten off. No way Harvey knew.
