AN: Picks up immediately where we left off.
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"You know, for being a boy genius and self-proclaimed people person, you really aren't that perceptive." Harvey's tone was teasing; the mischievous glint in his eye nearly did the young associate in. Mike floundered for something to say. Harvey's kiss had left him breathless and his remark clueless. When Mike just kept looking at his boss with a confused expression, Harvey rolled his eyes and stepped back.
"You remember having a heart to heart with little miss paralegal? Yeah, she recorded it." Harvey held in a chuckle as he watched Mike's jaw nearly hit the floor.
"So...you heard…ugh. I think I'm gonna be sick." Mike rested a hand on his stomach and dramatically righted his chair and plopped back in to it. It was quiet for a moment, Harvey just watching his associate. Now that the initial tension had been addressed, Harvey felt no guilt in allowing himself to fully appreciate just how attractive the younger man was. It never ceased to amaze him how frail Mike could look but then the minute he opened his mouth and you caught a glimpse of the fire in his eyes, you knew he was anything but. Mike raised his head and slowly locked his blue eyes with Harvey's.
"This is usually the part where you say something borderline douchey and send me on my way." His words caught Harvey off guard. He had almost forgotten that Mike genuinely thought he didn't really want him. And instead of annoying him like such inadequacies normally did, Harvey felt his heart sink. He wasn't sure when it had happened or why but he truly cared for this man in front of him. He needed him on a level he was uncomfortable admitting, and he'd be damned if he let him slip away.
Harvey walked up to Mike and placed a hand on either arm rest, effectively locking the sitting man in to the chair, his head tiltled up.
"I don't think this is really the time for me to be an asshole Michael. After hearing what Rachel and Donna played for me I…" Harvey trailed off searching for the right way to word what he was feeling. He swallowed hard and continued. "You need to understand that this has never happened to me before. I'm not going to be forthcoming all of the time. I'm going to be a dick. I'm going to mess up. But all of that in no way means that I don't want you…that I don't care about you. And I'm hoping that none of it will matter anyway because you feel the same way."
Mike was stunned to silence. The sheer vulnerability on Harvey's handsome face was debilitating to say the least. But what completely caught him off guard was the words that were still ringing in his ears. Harvey wanted him. No, not only did he want him, he cared for him. Harvey Specter didn't openly admit he cared for anyone. And that thought alone was enough to set the butterflies in Mike's stomach in to frenzy.
Harvey watched as Mike worked what he'd just said over in his brilliant head, never taking his eyes off his face for one second. He started to worry when Mike wouldn't hold his gaze and Harvey began chewing on his bottom lip in anticipation. After what felt like an eternity, Mike looked back up at him, his eyes shining with hope. He reached out a slim hand and ran it over the lip caught between Harvey's teeth.
"If you want to continue this conversation I suggest you stop doing that." Mike's voice was involuntarily laced with a deep seated passion. Harvey flashed his signature self-confident smirk and took the tip of Mike's finger in between his teeth and bit down gently. Mike hissed in approval, his eyes fluttering closed.
"As much as I'd love to take advantage of this new found turn on, we both have to get back to work before Jessica jumps down both our throats." Harvey's voice was gravely with need. Mike opened his eyes and nodded reluctantly.
"Yeah, you're right. But first…" Mike gripped Harvey's tie and pulled him down, bruising their lips in a scorching kiss. He surprised Harvey by standing and pressing him in to the desk behind him, completely dominating the kiss. When Mike finally pulled back, he had his own smirk on his face. Harvey stared back at him wide eyed, his perfectly styled hair mussed and his lips swollen. Mike leaned forward and gave him a chaste kiss.
"You may be the man in charge around here Harvey, but outside of this office, I tend to like control. You'd do well to remember that." Mike winked at his boss and casually strode to the file room door, unlocked it, and made his way back to his cubicle. His heart was pounding in his chest. He had no idea where that had come from and he was trying hard as hell to keep his exterior void of his internal freak out. He didn't know who he was trying to kid. Mike wasn't one to take charge like that; but there was something about being near Harvey that made him feel reckless.
Just as he rounded the corner to his cubicle, Mike felt his pocket vibrate. He flopped down in his chair and pulled out his phone. He opened the new text and couldn't stop the grin that crawled across his face.
Dinner at my place tonight?-H
Mike tapped out a quick reply, his smile turning cocky.
What makes you think I want to go to your place?-M
Mike set the phone down on his desk and took a drink of his redbull before turning to the enormous pile of files in front of him, undoubtedly from Louis. He pulled the cap off his yellow highlighter with his teeth and grabbed the first file. The second he opened it his brain kicked in to work mode so when his phone went off again he jumped so hard he nearly fell out of his chair. He quickly picked it up and opened the text. What he read had him choking on his highlighter cap.
The tent in your pants when I had you pressed against the wall not half an hour ago. –H
It took Mike a good five minutes to recover from his near death experience at the hands of his highlighter cap and by the time his breathing evened out enough for him to concentrate, he already had another message.
Seriously though, come by when you're done here. We can order pizza and talk…and shit. –H
Aw so that means I'm not getting a romantic home cooked meal? –M
Harvey's response was almost instantaneous.
This may come as a shock, you know because of how great I am, but I actually can't cook. –H
Mike snorted and stared at his phone skeptically. He jumped when it vibrated again.
Now wipe that smirk off your face and act professional. –H
Mike's eyes darted up and did a quick sweep around the bull pen before they landed on the unmistakable outline of Harvey leaning against the wall at the end of the hall way. Their eyes met and a shiver when through Mike when he saw the sheer dominance that oozed out of Harvey's posture. His blue eyes narrowed slightly as he watched Harvey bite gently down on his bottom lip and wink at him before turning and heading back towards his office.
The young associate let out a low groan and let his head fall back on to the top of his chair, his eyes closing in frustration. He tried to adjust himself discreetly underneath his desk before picking his phone back up.
I'll be over at 7. And when I get there, that lip is mine. Be ready. –M
Mike allowed a triumphant smile erupt on his face. It was quickly replaced with one of genuine happiness when he read Harvey's latest text.
I don't think I'll ever be ready for you Michael…but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't happy you're in my life. –H
It was a good thing Mike was seated already because he literally felt his knees turn to jello. That was it. He was now sure of one thing and one thing only; Harvey Specter was going to be the death of him.
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AN: Well this is shorter then I would like and I'm really not totally happy with it but I needed to get it to help me transition to the next chap and the rest of the story really. I hope you guys enjoyed it. Next chap is dinner, some movie quotes, and some smut! Hope to hear from you guys in the form of reviews!
See ya next chap!
Nic
