Apparently I have no willpower and couldn't leave Harvey like that. Why? Because I love him, silly.
A huge thank you to everyone who reviewed, especially Shadow Cat 17, aband0n-ship and your knight in tinfoil armor who encouraged/threatened me to continue :) Here you go.
Harvey stared at the closed door of his hotel room, wondering exactly what had just happened. Everything had been planned so carefully; the overnight stay in Boston after their meeting (in case the client got cold feet, he had told Jessica), the quiet dinner, the throbbing, crowded nightclub, the cocktails…
And it had all been going so well. They had discovered a mutual appreciation for Steven Spielberg over dinner, and had spent what seemed like hours trying to compile a definitive top five Spielberg movies list (they kept fighting over Jaws and Raiders Of The Lost Ark for the number three spot).
"Oh come on, Harvey, it's Jaws. It deserves that spot for the music alone."
"You're going to have to give me more than that, Mike."
The younger man thought for a moment. "Jaws is one of those movies you hear so much about as a kid, you know? I remember begging my parents to let me see it, but they told me I had to wait until I was older. And when I did finally see it at a friend's house, I had nightmares for a week. But it was so cool. Do you know what I mean?"
"Of course I do. I wouldn't go to the beach for weeks after I saw it. Nearly ruined my summer holidays."
"Exactly! And besides," Mike looked at Harvey pointedly, "I have a thing about sharks."
Harvey suspected that Mike was flirting with him. Good boy.
"So what's the deal with Raiders of the Lost Ark? Justify yourself, Harvey."
"I just love that whole Saturday matinee vibe, you know? The action, the snappy dialogue, the beautiful cars and…"
"The hair?" Mike's amused eyes were focused on the top of his head.
Harvey chuckled indulgently." Yes Mike. The hair."
"What does your hair even look like? You know, straight out of the shower?"
Harvey sipped at his scotch, regarding Mike over the top of his glass. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were bright, and he was definitely flirting. Rather than giving him an answer, Harvey smiled and signalled for the check.
"Come on," he said. "Let's see if you're a genius on the dance floor as well."
The club had been hot and noisy and packed and they had been forced to dance so close that Harvey could feel Mike's heartbeat. They had eventually collapsed into a love seat in sweaty exhaustion and the cocktails had flowed freely. And by then Harvey's arm was around Mike's shoulder and Mike was doing nothing to remove it and his blue, blue eyes were filled with excitement and anticipation. And that was when Harvey had edged just that little bit closer and kissed him. Gently at first, so as not to startle him, just a light pressure against his lips. Mike could've pulled away and laughed it off easily and no harm would have been done. But to Harvey's satisfaction he returned the pressure, his soft mouth opening under Harvey's and allowing him to explore him with his tongue. Harvey felt the moan that was drowned out by the pulsating music and he drew Mike closer still, his hands on his back and neck. Mike fisted his hand in Harvey's shirt eagerly and deepened the kiss, mouth sloppy against his. Harvey smiled into the kiss and pulled away so that he could look at Mike's flushed face.
"Let's go," he said in his ear as he started to stand. "This place is a bit too noisy".
And a bit too public. What he had planned for Mike required a little more privacy.
The cab ride back to the hotel had been a hot mess of delightful and excruciating. Mike's hands were doing things to him that they shouldn't be doing in public and Harvey's strangled noises just seemed to encourage him. Harvey noticed that the cab driver kept his eyes fixed resolutely on the road ahead and wondered idly how many times this had happened to the poor guy before. Then Mike was kissing him fervently and Harvey lost the ability to think about anything else for the rest of the journey.
He got his revenge in the crowded hotel elevator, pushing Mike to the back and then stroking his ass until Mike started to whimper.
They stumbled out of the elevator (ignoring the looks of disapproval) and kissed their way along the corridor. Harvey fumbled for his key card and then they were in his room and finally Mike belonged to him. His plan had worked beautifully.
But of course, that was when everything had gone to shit, and Harvey was fucked if he knew what he'd done wrong. What he did know, though, was that it hurt. He hurt.
He called room service and ordered the most expensive bottle of scotch on the list.
He figured he was going to need it.