"What time is it?"

Harvey glanced up to meet bloodshot blue eyes under heavy eyelids.

"Around midnight."

"Oh, that early? It feels later."

Mike had been killing himself all week on this case, tonight being no different, but finally Harvey felt they were in a good position.

"Let's go home. We're good for tomorrow."

"Really?" Mike perked up at bit at the idea of getting some sleep.

"Yes, let's go before I change my mind."

That was all Mike needed, and he was moving around the room quickly tidying up files, and collecting his messenger bag, tie and jacket. Harvey stood a little more slowly, not in as much of a rush and slid his jacket onto his shoulders. He watched Mike quietly for a minute before walking over to the table himself to collect a few things he wanted to have ready in the morning.

As he turned back towards his desk, Mike slammed full body into him, knocking files and papers flying and leaving them both stunned and a little breathless.

Mike's mouth dropped open and he stared at Harvey in trepidation for the hell he was surely about to catch for this.

Without even thinking, Harvey grabbed his lapels and pulled him in and kissed him hard. Mike stayed shocked for a few seconds before giving in to it. The kiss quickly became more urgent and hungry as their tongues explored the others mouth. When they finally separated to catch their breath they stared at each other in equal surprise.

Harvey had no idea whatsoever why he had just done that. It was as though his hands and body had acted without instruction from his brain and he had absolutely no idea what to do next. Up until that point he hadn't even looked at Mike in that way, really, never any man that way. He was completely at a loss for words, but seeing as he initiated the kiss he kept feeling as though he should explain.

Mike's mouth opened and closed a few times, as he attempted to formulate a sentence.

Harvey continued to be speechless, and was now feeling awkward and embarrassed at his behaviour. He quietly slid past Mike and walked out of the office to the elevator. His ears told him that Mike wasn't following, was likely still standing in the same position in the office, and he was grateful for that.

As the elevator doors closed he rubbed his face with his hands, trying desperately to come up with an explanation for what had just occurred.

Maybe they were just tired and out of it. Maybe he mistook Mike for someone else. Maybe….

Nothing seemed plausible except for the obvious. He was attracted to Mike.

This development put his head into a tailspin. He was a notorious womanizer, how in the hell had this happened?

The kiss had been absolutely incredible, like nothing he had ever felt before and the sensations it sent through his body had been electric.

He stopped himself from reminiscing on the kiss. It couldn't happen again so there was no point in thinking about it. Though he wasn't sure he could guarantee it wouldn't happen again, since it had been such a surprise and shock the first time.

He decided that distance and crowds were the way to go to move forward. If he had to work with Mike, he would make sure someone else was there to keep their actions in check. Otherwise, avoid Mike, at least until this strange attraction passed and he moved on to another object of prey.

Harvey had the strange feeling that he was fooling himself; that this wasn't going away anytime soon. How he felt about Mike was becoming more and more clear, this wasn't just a passing attraction, sexual or otherwise, he actually did care a great deal about Mike.

This was going to be a problem.

What in fresh hell had just happened?

Mike stood still as a statue in the office, even as Harvey rushed passed him he remained still. He had no idea how long he stayed that way, wasn't paying any attention.

Harvey Specter had just kissed him.

Harvey fucking Specter had just fucking kissed him.

He had absolutely no clue what this meant, where it was going, if anywhere or frankly what to even do at that moment.

Only a few minutes before he had been exhausted beyond belief, eagerly looking forward to crawling into bed. Now he was wide awake, adrenaline surging through his body.

His heart was singing. He was crazy in love with Harvey, but his rational side had always told him that nothing would ever happen so there was no point in hoping. He thought that he had done a really good job of getting his feelings under check too. He was now able to work easily in the same room with Harvey alone without feeling the pining in his chest.

But everything was completely and totally on its head now. He hadn't kissed Harvey, it had been the other way around, and his mind quickly established that there had to be something behind that fact. Was Harvey in love with him too? He didn't think so, though Harvey continued to surprise him frequently with various forms of help as Mike found himself in trouble. The way he took care of things for Mike, keeping him safe, spoke volumes.

The way he had reacted after the kiss told him that Harvey was just as surprised as he was. This meant that he must not be in touch with his feelings for Mike yet, if he did indeed have some.

Finally Mike found his arms and legs again and starting towards the door of the office himself. He was sure that Harvey was probably already at home at that point, since he had left some time ago.

Hailing a cab, since he didn't think he was safe to ride at that point, he headed home himself. He would give Harvey the night to think, and then talk to him tomorrow.