Mike cleared his throat. Harvey was standing up against the window, looking out across the city and he just wanted to walk over and wrap his arms around him but he couldn't. Not here. Even if they had told everyone they were dating, Mike was pretty certain that public displays of affection were a no go with Harvey. At least not at work. They had to keep it professional. He hadn't really approached the subject of making their relationship public, he didn't know how to, he didn't even know if Harvey was out. He certainly hadn't known until he was being pulled back into the car after Harvey had offered him a lift home, until he had kissed him (on the cheek, ever the gentleman) and asked him if he'd like to, on second thoughts, come home with him instead.
That had been three weeks ago and Mike had stayed at Harvey's more nights than he hadn't. Harvey had even taken him out to dinner a few times, refusing to let him pay by making sure Mike couldn't afford the places he took him to. Harvey turned around, crooking an eyebrow over Mike's shoulder. Donna was probably watching them. She, alone, knew of their budding romance, as she liked to call it. Harvey had sworn that he hadn't told her and Mike believed him; she was Donna, it was to be expected.
"I was just wondering if I should make my own arrangements to get home tonight," Mike said.
"You're not going home tonight," was Harvey's reply and there was a flutter in Mike's stomach that made him feel like a teenager.
"I... don't have any more clean suits at yours."
"Then we can swing by yours and then you can come back to mine so I can cook you dinner."
Mike just smiled. He had struggled being the girl in the relationship at first, but it was nice being wooed by Harvey. Not that he needed to do anything. The smile, the wit, the body, oh god the first time Mike had seen him naked, he'd stood there with his mouth agape for much too long to be cute.
"Ray is picking me up at 7, will you be ready by then?"
"Of course," Mike said with a quick smile. He'd have to skip any breaks he'd been planning to take, but he didn't want to look incompetent. Somehow, when they'd gotten together, his need to impress Harvey had only increased.
At ten to 7, Mike was finishing the last page of his briefs. He'd somehow made it. At five to, he had handed the briefs to Louis, had shrugged off his comments about Mike rushing out on him and he was ready. He grabbed his bag and met Harvey at the lift. People must have thought that they'd had some kind of fight because they'd actually been spending less time together and giving each other the appropriate amount of personal space for once. Mike was fine with it. If Harvey was happy, he was happy.
As soon as the door of the car clicked closed and they'd greeted Ray, they were kissing. Nothing too obscene, not yet. Just kisses of hello and I missed you today and I hope the traffic isn't bad, I want to get back to yours. When the car stopped for the first time, Mike was disappointed. He'd forgotten that he had to pick up his clothes.
"Bring a few nights worth, okay?" Harvey said as he got out of the car.
He was as quick as he could be without creasing anything. He grabbed his toothbrush, so he wouldn't have to use the disposable he'd been using, his razor, for the same reason and a bottle of lube because they were almost out.
He was back in the car within minutes and Harvey just placed his hand on his in a way that told him that he didn't have to worry if they weren't public yet. He cared and that was all that mattered.