Disclaimer: I do not own Suits or any of its characters.
Warning: Strong sexual content.
He's too skinny.
He raises his hand to touch his side where his ribs can be seen, protruding whenever he inhales.
His eyes are surrounded by darkened skin, making his blue eyes stand out.
His mother's eyes…
Shaking the last droplets of water out of his hair, Mike presses his forehead against the mirror, staring straight into those godforsaken eyes that remind him everyday what he no longer has.
His head hurts and his hands can't contain the shakes that run through his body. Out of the corner of his eye he can see the unopened envelope containing bills he can't possibly pay for.
But he has to… has to, has to…
Glaring one last time at his reflection, he pushes himself away and grabs a shirt from the ground.
He leaves without locking the door; there is nothing to steal.
It's too cold.
The freezing brick wall against his back only intensifies his shaking. The cold seems to seep under his clothes like water.
No one else is around, which is how he prefers it. It makes Mike feel more secure; like his dirty secret truly is a secret.
Mike is almost weary when he sees the Mercedes drive slowly around the corner. But his pressing headache gives him false confidence born out of necessity.
The luxury car stops in front of him and Mike walks over as the window roles down.
The appearance of the man behind the wheel shocks Mike at first, although he prays he does not show it.
Mike has dealt with wealthy men, but the men are never quite so put together.
Perfectly styled hair, what appears to be a custom suit and an expensive tie. He appears posh, not slimy.
The man quirks his eyebrow and Mike can't help but find even such a simple action eloquent.
The man makes Mike nervous, but he approaches anyway.
Need this… she needs this…
"You need something?" Mike winces at the scratchiness of his own voice while he puts on a fake confident smirk that is meant to distract the client from just how nervous he actually is.
"Depends on the offer." The man's voice flows over Mike with an odd warmth, and Mike almost frowns when the heat settles in his abdomen.
Unsure of his abilities to seduce this man, Mike decides to be blunt, "Fifty for a blow, or one-hundred and a hotel room for everything else."
He knows that it is low, but it is not his main objective; his client simply doesn't know it yet. He will likely figure it out in the morning if all goes well for Mike.
However, his client seems to like the proposal; a smirk settling on his face
"I am staying in a hotel close to the city. Would this be acceptable?" He continues to smirk.
Mike can't stop the frown that forces itself on his face. The hotels in the area are expensive, made for wealthy businessmen. Money means security; and Mike doesn't know what this man may have in this prepared room of his.
"No." Mike hears himself say the words before he even acknowledges his own thoughts. "There is a cheap motel a couple of blocks down. It'll do the job just fine."
The man's smirk disappears and Mike begins to fear that he may have lost his John for the night; however, there is a soft click of a car door unlocking and with a nod from the John, Mike gets into the car.
The man doesn't attempt to grab him the second the motel door closes and Mike again frowns at his client's odd nature.
Instead, the man approaches the motel closet and begins to untie his tie and remove his suit jacket; hanging both up.
Watching wearily, Mike begins to feel uncomfortably aroused when he sees the silhouette of the man as the motel lamp illuminates his sleek musculature.
Needing to get out of the room and needing to prepare, Mike heads toward the motel bathroom, frowning in confusion when a hand suddenly grips his arm to stop him.
Mike turns his head towards his client, whose eyebrows are now knitted together.
"Where are you going?"
Mike frowns, pulling the bottle of lube out of his back pocket. "I don't do dry fucks, dude."
The client smirks again. "Dude? I don't believe that I have been called that since undergraduate."
Grabbing the bottle from Mike's hand, the John throws the item on the bed and Mike watches bewildered as the lube bounces.
The warmth of a hand against his cheek brings Mike's vision back to the man before him. His John is staring back at him, his expressive eyebrows lowered while his eyes seem to take in all of him.
Moving his hand into the back of Mike's head, the John flexes his fingers through Mike's hair as he pulls the young man closer to his lips.
The sudden pleasure from having his hair tugged on causes Mike's eyes to hood, his breath increasing in speed unconsciously.
The John smirks, his eyes staring into Mike's dazed one's as his speaks against his lips.
"I believe I am paying for 'everything,' which includes watching your reaction as I stretch you."
And suddenly, Mike's lips are attacked; his senses overloaded with the overpowering scent of expensive cologne that is causing his body to tingle and tighten.
The client's hand is in his hair, the other against the small of his back, grasping and caressing him in a manner that has him arching like a cat and moaning as a rush of heat lands in his abdomen and his cock begins to twist.
What the fuck…
And suddenly, the hand on his back slides down, grabbing his ass and pushing him to grind his arousal into the man's leg.
Fuck…
Everything is moving too fast. Mike can't bring his thoughts together fast enough before he finds himself pushed into the bed, his shirt pushed up above his head, trapping his arms.
"Grab the headboard." A husky voice caresses his ear before teeth catch an earlobe, biting down as Mike's groans out.
Minutes later, Mike finds himself gripping the headboard like a lifeline as he screams out while the John works his fingers inside him, shifting and croaking his fingertips until Mike is pushing up, thrusting one hand into his own hair, pulling at it to the point that tears are clouding his gaze.
And then, there is a pressure, and the man is in him. For a second Mike is relieved because the sudden jolt allows him to gain back his thoughts.
Mike's eyes begin to focus again, until the John grabs his calf, forcing his foot against his shoulder and he turns his hips in a way that has Mike seeing stars and screaming.
Thrust.
Mike can't keep the sounds in and the John is staring down at him as his hand caresses Mike's skinny chest before pinching a nipple.
The next thrust has Mike's hips shooting off the bed, and suddenly the John has moved both his hands so that one is on either side of Mike's head; caging Mike into this new world of pleasure and sweat.
The next couple of thrusts have Mike straining his neck and shifting his hips as his body unconsciously attempts to move away from the overstimulation.
However, the John just moves his hand, grabbing Mike's thin hips, and roughly pulls his ass up to meet his incoming thrust causing Mike to loose the air in his lungs as he attempts to scream, chocking on air as his body tightens around the cock inside him.
In seconds Mike's vision is dark and his hands are biting into the John's shoulders as his body seizes and collapses in on itself.
And when he comes back to himself, the John is pulling his cock out of his, resulting in a whine from Mike as his stretched ass tries to tighten around its exiting intruder.
Before Mike can think, the John picks his body up, flipping their positions until he is lying on the bed with Mike balanced precariously on his hips.
Resting his arms behind his head, the John smirks up at Mike, thrusting his hips to knock Mike out of his daze and remind him why he was there.
Feeling like an amateur, Mike can't stop his body from shaking as he grabs the hard cock before him; moving his grip up and down the rubber covered appendage before moving the dick toward his asshole.
Grinding his teeth, Mike moans weakly as his muscles give out and gravity forces the cock inside him as he thrusts down.
Everything is so surreal, and for a second Mike basks in the quietness of his head.
But the smirk on the John's face is doing something to him and Mike suddenly wants the beautiful man to be as brainless as he is.
Moving his hands from the man's muscular chest, Mike brings his hands up his body sexually, raising one hand to go into his hair, gripping the strands as he turns his glazed-over stare to the client before him.
The client is relaxed back against the bed like a king, but his gaze is undoubtedly on
Mike, causing the young man to smirk as he lowers his hand back to grasp the man's hard thigh.
Raising his hips, Mike thrusts his hips down before working them in a figure eight, flexing his arm to give the action as much power as he could.
The painful pressure from the new position fades, and soon Mike finds himself working his hips for his own pleasure as his head falls back and his other hand joins its twin on the man's thighs.
After a minute, Mike is moaning in the back of his throat as he tilts his hips in a position that has his cock hard again and leaking against his stomach.
Suddenly, the John surges forward, bringing his legs up and his arms around Mike's shoulders so that Mike's face is now being pressed into the John's chest as the man uses his superior leg muscles to thrust into Mike's body.
It's too rough and Mike whines in pain. And within seconds the John shifts Mike's face into the crock of his neck and begins to rotate his hips between rounds of thrusts that are still deep but less violent.
His dick is rubbing against the client's hardened abs and pubic hair. The stimulation causing Mike to lose all mental control as he begins to nuzzle his nose into the client's neck and his hands claw at the John's back in desperation.
He doesn't know how, but suddenly Mike feels his body double over, his back arching as his dick twitches; his body spasming in pain at two consecutive orgasms.
And just like that, the John doubles his effort as his grip on Mike's shoulders increase and the older man is forcing Mike's body down onto his at a violent pace.
The harsh action causes a rush of endorphins throughout Mike's body, and Mike feels his vocal cords stretch as he lets out a hoarse shout as his body tightens further, forcing every last drop of cum out of his body.
Everything goes black for a second until Mike is forced back into the reality when the man drops back against the sheets, forcing Mike along with him.
And like that, everything is silent again, and Mike can't help but smile as his thoughts are quiet and his headache is gone.
However, as the client shifts, Mike flushes with embarrassment as he realizes that the handsome man likely wants him off. Trying to force his shaking muscles to move, Mike can only move his torso up before the John sudden pulls Mike back down onto his chest.
"I think we have both earned a nap, don't you agree?" The man's husky laugh sends shivers down Mike's spine and he can't stop his gaze from going straight to the John's face.
The older man smirks as he moves on of his hands up to push Mike's hair from his face.
"You are so oddly captivating."
Mike attempts to pull a smart-ass smirk, but his body is already beginning to give into exhaustion, and Mike feels his eyelids begin to slide down heavily.
And like that, Mike falls asleep to the John's soft chuckle and his hands massaging his scalp.