A few things, firstly, I have changed the rating to M. I do apologise, I obviously have a pornier mind than a lot of people and actually this story was always going to go up in rating around now anyway.
Secondly, I do have clear D/S and slash warnings here for a reason, so please think carefully before you let younger people read this.
There's a moment, right before Harvey wakes fully, when he doesn't feel Mike's hot skin next to his own, that he thinks Mike didn't come back last night. Its just a split second and then he remembers Mike slipping into bed and whispering "I love you" against his skin. The bed is empty though, apart from Harvey, the other side (Harvey hesitates to say Mike's side, because Mike has done away with 'sides', preferring to sleep tangled up in Harvey, sometimes completely swapping sides in the night) is cool and Harvey can hear him pottering around in the kitchen. It took Mike a while to feel settled enough that he got up before Harvey, rather than lying in bed and feigning sleep, and Harvey smiles to himself as he hears a bitten off curse that no doubt means Mike is trying to work the coffee machine.
"You will not break me," Mike is saying, glaring at the machine as Harvey leans against the door frame and crosses his arms across his chest. Its almost like Mike feels Harvey's gaze on him because he turns, runs a hand through his hair, he looks frazzled but his face softens when he sees Harvey. "This machine hates me," he says, waving a hand at it and Harvey pushes himself off the frame, presses the button on the machine and it whirs and gurgles into life. Mike sighs. "I still don't know how you do that," he mutters as Harvey pulls him close and kisses him.
"It responds to gentle words and even gentler touches," Harvey mutters and Mike's fingers play against the skin of Harvey's lower back. Mike smiles against his mouth, "morning."
"Morning," Mike says back. Harvey really wants coffee but he's more than content to stand there with Mike's mouth against his own for the rest of the day. Mike moves though, pulls away with one last quick kiss.
"How was your night?" Harvey asks, leaning back against the counter. Mike shrugs as the coffee machine gives one last gurgle and gives up the good. Mike pours a cup for Harvey and pushes it into his hands.
"It was ok," he says, pouring himself a cup, "there was one thing missing though," he smiles at Harvey over the rim of his cup and Harvey raises an eyebrow.
"And that was?"
"You," he says simply and Harvey feels the ever present bloom in his chest at Mike's complete adoration of him. Harvey rolls his eyes though.
"Like I'm going to hang out with a couple of rookies," he says and Mike snorts.
"You're fucking a rookie, Harvey, unless it's escaped your attention," Mike responds, putting his cup down and crossing the kitchen, running his fingers down Harvey's chest, dipping one into his navel and then continuing their journey downward. Harvey feels his stomach muscles clench.
"It may have actually, I think you need to recapture my attention," he says and Mike grins as Harvey presses on his shoulder and pushes him to his knees.
What Mike lacks in technique he makes up for in enthusiasm, not that he's not adept at sucking dick though. Mike's tongue can do the most amazing things when he wants it to, little swirls at the tip of Harvey's dick, long licks up the vein on the underside, and the way he hums around Harvey makes Harvey's legs nearly give out. And he picks up on the silent encouragements Harvey gives him, the tightening of his hands in Mike's hair, the twitch of his hips and Mike swallows, fingers pressing into his hips and Harvey's pretty much done for. Mike hums again, slides his finger backwards and presses it gently against Harvey's hole and that's it, Harvey comes, his fingers clutching at Mike's hair. Mike swallows it all, sits back and looks up at him, swiping a thumb across his lower lip and Harvey groans, because holy shit that's hot, and hauls him to his feet, kisses the taste of himself from Mike's mouth.
"Harvey..." Mike mutters, hips moving aimlessly against Harvey's thigh, Harvey hums in acknowledgement, licking at Mike's neck. "Can you do me a favour?" Harvey pulls back and frowns at him.
"You're using blow jobs to get favours now?" he asks and Mike looks mock affronted. He curls his fingers around the back of Harvey's neck, "cheap and some what tacky."
"Thought I might as well because you're more likely to agree after I sucked your brains out through your dick," Mike says and Harvey laughs, because its true, he is more likely to agree to anything after Mike's had his mouth around him. "Will you come with me today," Mike whispers it quietly and quickly, before pressing his lips to Harvey's and rutting against his thigh again. And Harvey has to think for second, because Mike's just sucked him dry and now he's got his tongue in his mouth, and he usually would have put two and two together quicker.
Its Sunday.
Mike sees his Grandmother on Sundays.
"Wait what?" Harvey says, pushing Mike away slightly and Mike whines, hips moving against Harvey's thigh and Harvey pushes his hand into Mike's boxers, wraps his hand around Mike's dick, "stop Mike," he says and Mike stills immediately.
"Please?" Mike says, harsh against Harvey's neck and it almost sounds like he's begging for release, except he knows better than that. Harvey closes his eyes, Mike's breath is hot against the crook of his neck, and he can practically feel the need vibrating off Mike. He nods.
"Ok Mike," he says twisting his hand and Mike groans, bites down gently on Harvey's shoulder, "I'll come with you," he says and twists his hand, running his thumb nail over the slit at the tip. Mike whines low in his throat, his hips twitch, "only if you come...now," Mike whines again and comes over Harvey's hand.
"Really?" Mike asks when he's breathing gets under control, "you'll come?" and Harvey runs a hand down his spine. Mike twitches in his arms.
"Really, now got get dressed and stop leaning on me, you're surprisingly heavy."
Mike clutches at Harvey's hand in the back of the town car ("I am not meeting your grandmother for the first time smelling like that back of a cab, Mike"), his palm is sticky and hot over the back of Harvey's and his leg bounces up and down.
"Relax, Rookie," Harvey lays his free hand over Mike's leg and Mike immediately stills, "I'll be on my best behaviour," he says with a smirk and Mike looks at him for a few second before lunging forward and kissing him hard. It takes Harvey by surprise because although Mike is pushy, he almost never does things like that, completely out of the blue. And although Mike is touchy he's much more likely to touch him when there's no one else around though, or they're somewhere less likely to bump into clients or colleagues, or when they're in the apartment. Mike is never far away, his arms and legs tangling with Harvey's whatever they're doing and Harvey only pretends to mind now, because he's gotten used to it and when they spend a night apart he almost misses the feel of Mike's hot skin against his own. Harvey cups at his face and Mike shifts, like he wants to crawl into Harvey's lap and stay there all afternoon. Harvey pulls away and Mike pulls his bottom lip between his teeth.
"It's not you I'm worried about," he says and Harvey raises an eyebrow.
"Think I can't take a little old lady?"
"Oh I know you can't take this little old lady," Mike responds, clutching at Harvey's hand again. And remember how Harvey's a pushover and a sap when it comes to Mike? Harvey squeezes his hand back once and twists the ring around Mike's finger absentmindedly and Mike relaxes. It's that kind of instant reaction that makes Harvey want to push this, see how far he can take this with Mike, how far Mike will go when Harvey gives a command. But Harvey's not one hundred per cent sure Mike's ready for that, not yet anyway. And no matter how much Harvey wants to lock Mike up and throw away the key, push at the bruises on his neck till Mike cries out and fuck him till neither of them can see straight, he also needs Mike challenging him, he needs Mike's brain and his intelligence in the office. Also, the fact that Mike, surprisingly, fills out a suit incredibly well doesn't hurt. But if Harvey had his way he would have Mike locked up dressed in a suit surrounded by Law books.
It takes most of Harvey's will power to keep to his "not in the office" rule, and even then its been broken more than once.
"Harvey...thanks," Mike says and he looks so small all of a sudden, young and vulnerable and Harvey tugs him closer, kisses the top of his head.
"You're welcome."
Mrs Ross is tiny.
Well she's an old woman and really, Harvey didn't expect her to be huge, especially looking at Mike's lithe physique, but she's small, is the point. Her eyes though, they're bright and keen and knowing and eye Harvey with a glare that would make him turn away if he wasn't the best closer in Ney York City.
Its not really a glare, more of a scrutinizing "so this is the guy who's sleeping with my grandson" look.
"Mrs Ross, it's a pleasure to meet you," Harvey sticks his hand towards her, putting on the charm offensive and Mike hops restlessly behind him.
"First of all, its Helen, secondly, I can see what Mike sees in you," she grins at him and puts her small papery hand in his. Mike shifts again.
"Mike," Harvey snaps, the endless shifting behind him is getting irritating, and Mike stops, drops into the chair on the back wall and Harvey curses himself for using that tone in public. Mike's cheek flush slightly. Helen raises an eyebrow at Harvey.
"Wish you had been around when I was bringing him up," she says with an amused smile, "guess it helps if you're sleeping with him, though," she continues and there's a choked noise from Mike and Harvey laughs.
"I guess so," he replies. Helen smiles and pushes herself up slightly.
"Mike," she says, shaking her jug at him, "go get me some water," Mike frowns and looks between them, glares slightly at Harvey as he grabs at the jug.
"Behave," he points at Helen and she smiles innocently at him. Harvey feels himself smile at Mike and Mike's face softens as he pulls the door closed.
"Is this the part where you give me the 'you hurt him I kill you' speech?" Harvey says once Mike closes the door and Helen shakes her head.
"No. I may be old but I'm not blind and I see the way you look at each other. There's no way you'll hurt him," Harvey nods, because it's true and Helen lays a hand over his. "That ring he's wearing, its from you," it's posed as a statement but Harvey nods anyway, "I don't know how it works between men," she says.
"Do you want me to draw you a diagram?" Harvey interrupts with a smile and Helen laughs.
"No, that I can imagine thank you," she says and Harvey raises an eyebrow, "what I meant was the dynamics. I don't know who looks after who, but I know you'll look after him, I can trust you to do that?" she asks and Harvey swallows but nods.
"Yes," is all he can manage, and he's never really meant that word more than he does right now.
"He's got no one else apart from me, and he has a tendency to get into trouble," she says wryly, raising an eyebrow at him and Harvey remembers the stricken look on his face as the briefcase spills packets of pot all over the interview room.
"That I am well aware," he replies and she lets out a small knowing laugh. "And I can assure you, Mrs Ross, that I will do my best to look out for him."
"You're a good boy," she pats his hand and its been a very long time since Harvey's been called a good boy, not since...well that's something he doesn't want to think about and he's spared having to as Mike walks back into the room, looking suspiciously between them.
"You're both still alive," he states and Helen pats his face gently as he leans down to kiss her cheek.
"Not only that," she says, "but we're best friends now, right Harvey?" she looks at Harvey and Harvey ignores the slightly terrified look Mike throws him.
"Right Helen," he agrees and looks up at Mike, "secret handshake and everything," Mike looks like he's going to throw up, or kill him, or both. And Harvey smiles at him, reaches out a hand and curls his fingers around Mike's and Mike smiles back as Helen launches into a story of two people in the home she just iknows/i are 'fooling around after lights out and really they're old enough to know better'.
Mike crawls into his lap in the car on the way home. Ray grins and slides the partition up as Mike cups his face and presses a kiss to his lips and mutters "thank you for today". He grinds his hips down and Harvey winds his hands around to his ass and tugs him closer. Mike makes that whiney noise, low in the back of his throat that goes straight to Harvey's dick and presses his hips closer to him.
"Harv..." Mike grinds out as Harvey presses his fingers under his chin, lifts Mike's head and bites gently at the hollow of Mike's throat. That's the one thing Mike doesn't do instinctively, he doesn't stop the begging. And Harvey has to admit he loves the way Mike tries, the bitten off way he says Harvey's name, the way he shakes with the need to do something, anything, to get Harvey to get him off. Its better than begging and its better than not begging. But Mike says his name like he wants to say something else and Harvey pulls his head down.
"Look at me Mike," Mike opens his eyes and looks at him, "what do you need, Rookie?" He says and feels Mike swallow against his fingers.
"I..." he starts and bites on his bottom lip, his hips twitch slightly and Harvey presses one hand to Mike's dick through his jeans. Mike groans, "I...want..." he starts again and Harvey pulls him closer, bites at his bottom lip.
"Spit it out, kid."
"Iwanttousetoys," Mike says in a rush, spilling the words out and Harvey blinks.
"Come again?" Harvey's pretty sure he heard him correctly, but there's that little part of him that likes pushing Mike, that loves seeing the blush creep across his cheeks when Harvey forces him to say certain things out loud. He's getting better at it though, with only a little coaxing he'll now be vocal about what he wants, and Harvey loves the broken way he asks for things.
"Harvey..." he says, pleading and Harvey can hear the 'please don't make me say it again'. Harvey grips at his hips with one hand and the back of his neck with the other, pulls Mike's head down to rest his forehead against his own.
"Say it again, Mike...slowly," he say and he feels Mike swallow again and he lets out a shaky breath.
"I want to use toys," he says quietly, still quickly but he's trying, spacing the words out enough that Harvey can hear them, "I want you to watch me fuck myself with a..." he pauses, swallows audibly and the blush on his cheeks gets redder, "a dildo," he finishes even more quietly. Harvey has to take a moment himself because honestly, he didn't think Mike would let himself go like that, not yet anyway, and its almost a dream come true to hear words like that from Mike's mouth, however stilted and embarrassed.
"And then what Mike?" He asks, and his own voice is gravely, wrecked in a way he hasn't heard it since they first started this and Mike first shuddered when Harvey called him a good boy.
"And then..." Mike says, his fingers playing at the back of Harvey's neck and Harvey slides a hand up his back, under his t-shirt and pulls him closer. Mike's forehead slides off his own and Harvey sucks at the skin of his neck. Mike arches, pressing closer, and Harvey can feel his dick hard against his stomach. "And then I want you to tie my hands and fuck my mouth and then my ass," its like there's no stopping him now and Harvey just holds on as Mike lets the words spill from his mouth, "and I want you to come inside me and leave me hard."
"Jesus fucking Christ Mike," Harvey drags him down for a kiss, swallowing Mike's whimper and licking his way into Mike's mouth. The car stops and Ray turns off the engine but Mike doesn't move like he usually would, he just rocks up against Harvey, making small desperate noises as he does it. Harvey has to push him away because he's pretty sure he doesn't pay Ray enough to make him listen to him fucking Mike in the back of the car, and its really about to head in that direction if Mike doesn't stop those noises. Mike whimpers again, but bits on his lower lip as Harvey runs a hand through his hair and whispers "easy Mike."
Mike's vibrating as they catch the elevator up to the apartment, his hands shaking as he clutches at Harvey and there's still a faint blush against his cheeks. Harvey wraps his hands around his neck and presses his thumbs under his chin.
"Not tonight Mike, " he says and Mike seems to slump slightly, lowers his eyes and nods and Jesus that submissive pose is almost enough to have Harvey coming in his jeans right now, "soon though, I promise," and Mike lifts his eyes at that, leans forward enough to press his lips to Harveys as the door slide open.
Harvey fucks him slow and deep that night, whispering all the things he's going to do to him when he gets the 'tools' and Mike's a gibbering wreck by the time Harvey lets him come, Harvey's name on his lips like a goddam prayer and sometimes Harvey doesn't think he deserves that kind of adoration. Mike falls asleep with his fingers twisted in Harvey's hair and his head pillowed on his chest.
Harvey wakes to Mike singing iEye of the Tiger/i loudly in the shower the next morning and suppresses a smile as Mike flings the door of the bathroom open and steam billows out behind him as he finishes the song, complete with air drumming and head banging. There's a towel slung low around Mike's hips and water trails down his chest. Harvey hooks a finger at him and Mike stalks over to the bed, leaving wet foot prints all over the hardwood floors. Mike shakes himself as he gets closer, sprays Harvey with drops and squeals as Harvey pulls him down with a growl.
"We're gonna be late for work," Mike says, wrapping one hot and damp leg around him. Harvey grins down at him and grinds his hips into Mike's. "And yet suddenly I don't care," he says and Harvey chuckles, kisses him hard and then pulls away.
"I do," he says and walks to the bathroom, "don't pout," he calls over his shoulder without looking because he can practically hear him sulking and he dodges the wet towel as it comes sailing through the air, "get the coffee on," he orders as he closes the door to Mike's sulky "but the machine hates me."
There's hot coffee waiting for him on the bedside table when he emerges though and Harvey smiles to himself as he hears Mike in the kitchen.
Once he's pulled on his suit and slicked back his hair, he leans against the doorframe and watches Mike move around the apartment, picking up his belongings, there's a small frown on his face as he lifts up a couch cushion and obviously finds nothing.
"What are you looking for?" Harvey asks and Mike jumps slightly, runs a hand through his hair and Harvey wants to tell him to stop that, because it makes him look like a child when his hair sticks up in all directions like it is now. He walks towards him and smoothes his hair back down.
"My phone."
"It still amazes me that you lose..."
"Not the same thing," Mike cuts him off with a quick kiss and Harvey laughs slightly, pulling his phone from his pocket and waving it in front of Mike's face. Mike sighs and wraps his hand around Harvey's, "you are a life saver," he says and Harvey raises an eyebrow.
"I know. There's a message on it," he says as he lets Mike go and he's doesn't miss the way Mike's body tenses, just for a second.
"From who?"
"I don't know, its your phone," Harvey replies and Mike nods, smiles a tight, forced smile at him and shoves the phone into his pocket. Harvey files that reaction away and grabs his briefcase from the kitchen counter. "Let's go."
Harvey gets Mike hard in the car, presses his hand to Mike's crotch and whispers in his ear till Mike is panting and clutching at his jacket, wrinkling the material in his fingers.
"You'll stay hard, Mike," he says into Mike's ear as Ray pulls up in front of the office. Mike swallows, whines, lets his head fall back against the headrest, but he nods and turns his eyes towards Harvey, "you'll stay hard till I tell you otherwise."
"Ok," Mike gasps out as Harvey pulls his hand away and pushes the door open.
"Go get coffee, and make sure you remember Donna's," Harvey says as he pushes Mike out of the car. Mike stumbles slightly as Harvey watches him cross the square in front of the building and he notices the slight awkwardness of his gait. He smiles to himself and Ray's face appears.
"Once round the block?" he asks and Harvey shakes his head.
"Why bother pretending anymore, right? Everyone knows anyway," Harvey says, grabbing his briefcase and Ray nods and wishes him a good day.
Mike's talking to Donna when he gets up to the office, and Donna is smiling up at him and Harvey spares a brief prayer of thanks that she loves the kid because otherwise his whole slamming the phone down on her fiasco of a couple of months ago could have been disastrous. It also helps that Mike has bought her coffee every single morning since then. Harvey places his hand on Mike's lower back and Mike leans into the touch slightly. Its almost innocuous, something that anyone could pass off as their usual touching but Harvey knows Mike knows the meaning of it. He raises as eyebrow at Mike as if to ask still hard and Mike nods.
"Yes thank you," his glare reads as he turns and stalks off to the bullpen. Harvey grins at Donna's slightly confused look. He shakes his head slightly at her, this is one thing Donna doesn't need to know, although give her a few hours and she probably will have figured it out. He glances at the pile of files on his desk and wonders how he's ever going to get the time to order the dildo Mike wants.
"Donna I need..." he starts, and really he should give her a raise because he's pretty certain ordering sex toys for the boss and his associate isn't in her job description, Donna nods.
"How big?" she asks, smiling wryly and Harvey blinks. It shouldn't surprise him the things she picks up on, the things she knows or hears but sometimes it does.
"Don't tell me you've bugged my town car?"
"No, I just know things and I could tell you how I came to that conclusion but why ruin the mystery?" she replies, tossing her hair over her shoulder and that's part of the reason Harvey took her with him when he left the DA's office, not that Harvey would have been able to leave without her anyway.
"You're slightly terrifying, you know that?"
"I do..." she replies, a smile on her face like Harvey's given her the biggest compliment in the world, "how big?" She asks again, linking her fingers together and resting her head on her hands.
"Not that big," he replies, and Donna pouts slightly, "let's go easy on him to start with, ok?" If he ever got embarrassed, he would be hideously so right now, especially when Donna reaches up and gently pats as his cheek.
"Oh Harvey, you are such a romantic," she swoons, and there's that mischievous twinkle in her eyes and Harvey glares at her. She laughs and spins side to side on her chair.
"Aren't I just?" he replies and makes to go into his office.
"How many do you want?" Donna calls and Harvey stops, mid step, but keeps his back to her, "cos you might want to switch it around a little, one can get pretty boring, and let's face it..."
"Oh God, stop talking," he snaps and Donna laughs again and he pretends to not see her look of glee as he shuts the door and says "just go nuts."
"I'm dying here," Harvey doesn't look up as Mike storms into his office around lunchtime, and out of his peripheral vision he can see Mike twitching, shifting from foot to foot. He holds up a finger and Mike throws himself down into the chair in front of his desk. Harvey finishes reading the incredibly boring brief that's been dancing in front of his eyes for the last hour and finally looks up. Mike is sitting forward, knees bouncing and hands clasped tightly in his lap.
"Let me see," Harvey says and Mike leans back slightly, pulls open his jacket and Harvey can see his dick hard, straining against the material of his not quite expensive enough suit pants. He smiles slightly and Mike's cheeks flame. "I did say this didn't come into the office Mike, so you don't have to listen to me right now, you could go take care of it yourself," he says and Mike sighs.
"Yeah, like I can just turn that off, its called a Pavlovian Response for a reason Harvey," he sulks, crossing his arms and Harvey smiles, "and you did say 'I'm not adverse to a quick handjob in the office, Mike'," he lowers his voice to imitate Harvey and Harvey raises an eyebrow. Mike squirms slightly, shifting and biting at his bottom lip when his pants obviously move in the wrong way over his erection.
"Fine," Harvey says, screwing the cap onto his gold fountain pen (they write so much better than anything else and if Harvey's going to sign his own documents, he's going to do it in style, thank you very much), and Mike sits up slightly straighter, "go to the bathroom," he says and Mike practically jumps out of the seat and races from his office. Donna hides a smirk as he walks past, the 'I thought this stayed out of the office' obvious on her lips and Harvey points a finger at her.
"Don't say a word," he warns and she mimes zipping her lips shut.
Mike's biting on his lip and pacing the bathroom when Harvey shuts the door behind him and flips the lock and he's barely turned around before he finds his arms full of Mike. Mike presses himself close and Harvey wraps his fingers around his arms and pushes him away gently.
"No, Rookie, you're going to touch yourself," he says and Mike shudders, reaches into his pants as Harvey reaches out and undoes the button, pushes them down his thighs and wraps a hand around the back of Mike's neck and hauls him close again, "go on Mike," he says and Mike lets out a shaky breath against Harvey's lips. He can feel the small shudders in Mike's body, the twitch in his muscles as he gets close, and Harvey slides his mouth down Mike's jaw, bites gently at the skin under his ear and Mike cries out, comes into his own hand (he got come on Harvey's pants once and he learnt never to do that again very quickly). "Good boy," he mutters, stepping back and inspecting his pants and Mike lets his head fall back against the stall door. His chest heaves and there's a red mark on his neck and God he looks utterly debauched like this. "Tonight," he says, hauling Mike close by his shirt, Mike comes limply and winds his arms around Harvey's neck automatically, "I am going to fuck you so hard, you'll see stars," Mike hums against his neck then stiffens and lifts his head and pulls away.
"Rain check?" he asks and Harvey cocks his head to the side. Mike ducks his own head and pulls his pants back up, tucking himself away and smoothing his shirt down over his chest.
"What? Since when have you taken a rain check on sex, Rookie?" he asks and Mike flushes again, shifts uncomfortably.
"Since my friend wants to go for a drink again," he says, shrugging slightly and Harvey nods.
"One might think you were cheating on me, Mike," he says and its meant to be a joke, light and airy but Harvey misses by a mile and Mike snaps his eyes over to him, guilt swimming in them briefly before he sobers and takes a step forward.
"Wouldn't even dream about it," he says seriously, running his fingers down Harvey's arm, "firstly I love you, and secondly, Donna might kill me...like literally, stab me with paperclip or no, wait, that cork screw she keeps in her drawer, and she'd get away with it to, all she'd have to do is smile at the police and she'd walk and you'd probably represent her anyway, if her smiling didn't work and then I would be doubly done for and haunt this building for the rest of eternity because of my untimely death," he smiles and Harvey can't help but smile back at him, despite the lingering isomething/i niggling at the back of his mind.
"You're an idiot," he says affectionately and Mike kisses him quickly.
"But you love me so I guess its a good thing I have my rugged and manly good looks to back up my idiocy," he replies and Harvey laughs, lets him go and pulls open the bathroom door.
"Rugged and manly?" Harvey scoffs and Mike tucks his shirt in and follows him out of the bathroom.
"Why are you laughing? I so am," Harvey ignores him and shuts his office door.
Its 9 pm by the time Donna waves at him through the glass walls and Harvey absentmindedly waves back. Mike had slunk in to say goodbye a couple of hours ago and Harvey, having nothing else to do had decided to catch up on paperwork. Donna had looked knowingly at him and Harvey ignored the way she narrowed her eyes like she was reading his mind about that fact that he didn't really want to go home to his empty apartment. As pathetic as that sounds. He's putting it down to being used to Mike being there, and Harvey hates change, hates not being in control of the things in his life and Mike is out now with someone he doesn't know and it grates on him that he has no control over that.
Mike had a life before him, Mike still needs to have one now, doesn't mean Harvey has to like it though. The sharp ringing of his phone snaps him out of his reverie.
"Harvey Specter," he barks and is greeted with loud background noise of a bar.
"Hhhharrrrrvey," the voice is slurred and the background noise loud by Harvey can still make out its Mike.
"God how drunk are you?" he asks and Mike laughs and Harvey imagines the way his eyes would be lidded, like he's particularly fucked out and there's probably a flush across his cheeks. Harvey closes his eyes and spins his chair round to face the window.
"Very," Mike clarifies.
"Don't think the boss will go easy on your tomorrow," Harvey says and Mike laughs again, a little puff of air and Harvey knows how that would feel against his skin.
"My boss is in love with me...literally," Mike says, stumbling over the last word, his tongue tripping over the syllables. Harvey rolls his eyes at his reflection and runs a hand through his hair.
"Well he might not be if you vomit in his pristine apartment," Harvey replies.
"Wont..." he says in that childish tone of his, "promise...Harvey?"
"Yes Mike."
"I left my phone on my desk, so I stole my friends, that's how I'm calling by the way, not via some freaky mind meld thing, although that would be cool, can you imagine how much fun we'd have in the bedroom with that?" Mike slurs and Harvey swallows and ignores the spike of lust that runs down his spine at the ridiculous suggestion, "can you grab my phone and take it home, I don't want the other associates finding those pictures…you remember the ones?" Harvey shakes his head in exasperation, ignores the blatant attempt at phone sex because he's not drunk enough and Mike is wasted and on someone else's phone, and its just crass.
"You and your phone," he laughs, trying to steer the conversation away from sex and the smile goes out of Mike's voice.
"You and me, Harv?" he asks. He only ever calls Harvey, Harv, when he's drunk, or he really wants Harvey to listen because he knows Harvey hates it, or he's biting off a plea for something. Harvey doesn't really know what Mike's trying to get at, but there's something pointed in his voice and Harvey nods, gripping at the phone.
"Yeah Mike, you and me," he replies and he hears Mike sighs in relief.
"I'll come cuddle you later, try not to miss me too much," he says quickly and slurs again and Harvey smiles to himself.
"Go away I have work to do," he says and Mike laughs.
"Lurve you...byyyeee," Mike doesn't wait for a response and Harvey's hit with the dial tone and he places the handset back onto the phone. He takes a sip of from the glass of whiskey he's been nursing for the last hour and runs his hands over his face.
The cleaners are in the hallway when he pulls his office door shut and locks it, nodding at them as he makes his way down to the bullpen to retrieve Mike's phone. He should get it somehow surgically attached to Mike, because endearing as it was to find out Mike was forgetful about something, and therefore inormal/i, it's starting to head into annoying territory.
Mike's desk is a mess, which doesn't surprise him, but there's a picture of Harvey from his DA days peeking out from a pile of paper and Harvey can't help but smile at the thought of Mike having that, even though it brings back memories and ones he would rather forget. Ones of being out of control of his life.
He runs a hand through his hair and picks up Mike's phone, shoves it into his pocket.
That's when he notices Mike's ring lying on his desk.