"When is it going to sink in Harvey?" Mike took one step closer, he reached out for him and pulled him close. "I don't hate you, I love you." He gave him a soft but very passionate kiss.

Harvey allowed Mike to take the lead for a few seconds before letting his emotions finally take over. He squeezed Mike closer and let the residual anger he'd felt at Mike's words out through his kiss. And from there, other emotions followed. He had no clue what it was, whether it was love or not, but it felt right. And he wanted more of it. When Mike moved to break away, Harvey didn't let him. He walked Mike back until he hit the crappy folding table and continued kissing him. He didn't even notice the slight smell of smoke that was trailing through the room.

…

Mike felt like he was about to lose his last bit of self control. But just before he decided to tear Harvey's shirt off, the faint smell hit his nostrils. "Oh crap! The bacon!" He yanked himself loose and ran to the kitchen. He picked up the hot pan and threw it in the sink, burning his hand in the process.

Harvey must have heard Mike's screams because he hastened his return to the kitchen. As Mike clutched his hand and struggled to turn on the water and gain some relief from the pain of his burned flesh, Harvey finally turned the stove off. Had Mike not been so flustered by Harvey's passionate return of his kiss, perhaps he'd have turned the stove off before removing the pan. Maybe he would have noticed the oven mitt sitting forgotten on the counter, too.

"Idiot," Harvey scolded him, but it didn't have the same harsh tone Mike was used to hearing. "You really can't cook bacon, can you?" he said as he grabbed Mike's wrist to steady it under the stream of water.

Mike chuckled. "Very funny." He kissed Harvey on his cheek and then he whispered in his ear,"You better be grateful for that burned bacon, because I was about to tear your shirt off and unzip your jeans with my teeth." He gave him a very soft bite on his neck.

Harvey let the smile spread across his face. He may not know if he loved Mike the way Mike loved him, but Mike could tell that the man did love this moment. "I guess I shouldn't have brought so much, then," Harvey said and stepped away from Mike. Before Mike could worry about what Harvey's leaving meant in regards to feelings, the man had picked up the packs of bacon and dumped them in the trash. Harvey gave Mike a mischievous grin and with a rather sensuous look, asked in his sultry voice, "Now, what you were saying about my jeans?"

"You should have waited until I got my bed. But for now the floor will have to do." He pushed Harvey back into the living room. Without taking his eyes off him he grabbed Harvey's shirt and slowly unbuttoned it. When his hands reached the last one, he continued with the one button on his jeans. Finally he took his eyes off him and kissed him on his lips. The next kiss was on his neck. Slowly, his tongue followed the trail of the unbuttoned shirt downwards. When he reached Harvey's jeans, the look he gave Harvey was telling him he was not going to show him any mercy. With his teeth he opened his zipper.

Mike felt Harvey tense suddenly and he looked up to find Harvey's jaw clenched in what almost resembled fear. "You are okay with this, right?"

Harvey appeared to be battling something in his head. He simply gave Mike an indignant look as if to suggest that Mike's question was the dumbest in the world. But Mike could tell that something was wrong.

"Harvey?" Mike asked him, serious despite being on his knees about to have very intimate contact with his boss.

Mike got up. "Harvey, are you okay? I'm sorry if I...I just assumed that you..." Mike felt very awkward suddenly. He wanted to do it. Very much so. Nothing would have given him greater pleasure than to hear Harvey groan, beg Mike to go on, and eventually satisfy him. But now Mike almost felt like he'd violated Harvey.

God, this was gonna go down in history as the most confusing day ever.

Harvey's face hardened as Mike rose. His hands clutched Mike's forearms and Mike got the feeling that Harvey had just made a rather serious decision.

"It doesn't matter. I want to, apparently," Harvey muttered wryly. "But only with you."

Mike stared at Harvey. He didn't mean to stare but he just couldn't believe what he'd just heard. "Are you telling me that you never..." He didn't want to say it out loud because he got the feeling that Harvey felt somehow embarrassed. "Then this isn't the place. And don't say that it doesn't matter, because it does. So either we are going to buy a fantastic bed for this place, or we go over to your house, or you can take a raincheck." The look on Mike's face was a sure indication that he really did not want Harvey to choose the latter.

Harvey swallowed nervously. "Not never," he said suddenly upset. At Mike's look, though, he admitted, "Okay, so maybe not."

Mike donned a sudden smirk at the idea that at last, aside from that law trivia game at that fateful interview, he'd beaten Harvey at something. "Well, what do you want to do?"

Harvey was clearly even more uncomfortable now. "I don't know. Jesus. I want this. I want it with you. But it honestly doesn't matter to me where and when or even how. I just want you."

Mike was sure he had never loved Harvey more than right now in this moment. "You know what? For this one time, let me take the lead. That means you have to trust me." He kissed him. "Now give me your keys."

When he saw the look of horror on Harvey's face he chuckled. "Sorry, couldn't resist. You get to drive us to your place. But the minute we enter the front door, I will get to boss you around. And believe me, I'll make it worth your while."

Harvey smiled back and hastily pulled his shirt back together, the buttons not lined up properly. He looked a delicious mess and Mike couldn't help but let his imagination run wild as he watched the spectacle.

"I'll meet you downstairs," Harvey said hungrily and stalked out the door.

But Mike got the feeling that Harvey wanted to be alone for a few minutes, so he took his time gathering his keys and making sure this apartment wasn't going to catch fire. He took one last look at the forgotten panda picture and placed it back on the wall. It really did make the place feel like home.

The minute they closed the front door of Harvey's condo behind them, Mike pushed Harvey against the wall with a force that surprised the older man. This time Harvey's shirt was unbuttoned in no time. Mike left little bite marks all over Harvey's body. His tongue left a warm and wet trail all the way down to the edge of his jeans. Then Mike got up again and pulled Harvey with him to the bedroom.

He pushed him down on the bed. And while he looked down on him with eyes filled with lust, he took off his own shirt. He crawled up on the bed and used both his hands to get rid of Harvey's jeans. He leaned over him, bit him on his neck again and whispered, "Get ready gorgeous. Enjoy the ride." He went south and grabbed the edge of Harvey's boxers with his teeth. With a devious smile he pulled them off. Very slowly his warm lips touched Harvey. It sent a shiver down Mike's spine. He knew Harvey was gorgeous but seeing him naked exceeded his expectations. He had never been so turned on in his life. He wanted to taste Harvey so badly.

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Harvey was clutching the sheets of his bed as Mike caressed his skin. He never imagined he'd ever be doing this with another man, let alone not being the one in control. Sure he'd been with lots of women who'd treated him before, but he'd still been the one in charge if not taking the lead. But with Mike, things were different. In every way.

As Mike pulled his boxers off, Harvey couldn't help but feel that this was right, though. Despite his inexperience with men, despite his lack of control, despite his nervousness, Harvey felt oddly at ease.

When Mike's lips met his skin next, Harvey's hands squeezed at the sheets even more tightly than he thought possible. Mike was definitely not the most experienced at this when compared to some of Harvey's previous partners, but he was definitely the most effective.

"Mike," he gasped as the blond did something phenomenal with his tongue.

For a brief moment Mike let go. He looked at Harvey. "I want to taste you, Harvey. Don't you pull away from me." He groaned when his mouth took control of Harvey again.

His hands pushed Harvey down on the bed, leaving him no room for escape. Being a man himself, he knew exactly which spot to touch to make Harvey come like he had never before.

Harvey was surprised by Mike's words and pleased that they were said honestly and sincerely. It was almost enough to take him over the edge. But Mike's mouth did the rest.

He let out an undignified moan and let his body sink back into his plush mattress, completely blissed out and unaware of the world around him. But all he knew was that he still was missing something. Where had Mike gone?

"Mike," he called out softly. A hand stroked his thigh soothingly and warm wet lips met his own. Harvey could taste himself on them, and it gave him a sense of satisfaction to taste Mike underneath the flavor.

He needed to make Mike feel the way he did now. Needed to show Mike what that had meant to him. But he was again uncertain. How did this continue? He knew of numerous possibilities, but lacking any experience, he wasn't sure how to proceed.

"I want..." Harvey started, hoping Mike would know.

Mike smiled as he caressed Harvey's face. "No matter how much I want you, I think this experience was enough for one day. We have plenty of time to discover each other and find out what makes us happy, horny, and satisfied. But for now, why don't we take a long hot shower together and then we will finally have that breakfast," he giggled. "Because, although I can't say I'm walking around on an empty stomach anymore, I'm still hungry."

"You're disgusting," Harvey managed. Mike just waggled his eyebrows at him and crawled out of bed.

Harvey did the same and waited until Mike had turned the shower on before climbing in beside him. Harvey was pretty sure he knew what to do here.

An hour later Mike was sitting at the kitchen island loading egg on his fork. The bacon had turned out delicious this time. While he shoved the forkful of egg in his mouth, he looked at Harvey drinking his coffee. God, he could so easily get used to this. When Harvey turned his back to get a refill for his coffee Mike whispered ever so softly. "I love you, Harvey Specter."

Harvey froze and for a moment, Mike was worried he'd ruined this perfect moment, sent them back to those awful moments before they'd gotten here.

But Harvey turned around, smirk plastered to his deliciously smug face. "I know."

Mike could see the hint of apology in his eyes, the uncertainty floating behind them. And Mike realized that Harvey might not be sure of his feelings because, he'd repressed them for so long, he probably wasn't sure they were feelings. But Mike knew, in this moment, sitting at the table, eating breakfast in Harvey's place, that there was love there.

And for now, that was enough.

To our beloved readers: thank you for taking the time to read our story. Thank you for leaving reviews.
This story has been an experiment in co-authorship. We thoroughly enjoyed writing it together. We would love to hear from you whether you think we should go for another one.

And in case you're wondering; Kevin eventually ended up in Mike's apartment.
The lovely green fern, given to him and nicknamed 'Kevin' by Donna, did look better in his living room than on his desk. ;)