Harvey woke up to yelling. In his ear.
In fact his boyfriend was holding his cell phone against his ear so that Jessica could yell at him. "Harvey Specter! Wake up we need to talk about you and Mike taking the week off!" Harvey slammed his eyes shut and jerked away from the loud voice and after a moment of shock opened his eyes and gave Mike a look like he was going to eat him. And not in a good way.
He snatched the phone from Mike's hand and sat up swinging his legs off the bed and letting his elbows come to rest on his knee. "Jessica. Good morning." He said into the phone, hearing Jessica's quick sigh. Mike's hands gripped Harvey's shoulders and he brushed light peck's against the older man's bare skin. Harvey sighed and rolled his eyes, both at Jessica's rambling and Mike's distraction attempts-which were actually working quite well. "Have you found anything out?" he asked nudging at Mike and then pointing to the closet when Mike finally stopped kissing Harvey's shoulder long enough to care what Harvey actually needed and not what little Harvey wanted. Mike bit down onto Harvey's shoulder, apparently trying to punish Harvey for either telling him what to do or being a dick when Mike was trying to entice him. Mike pushed away from him and rolled to the other side of the bed nestling down in the sheets and refusing to do as he was told.
As Harvey continued listening to Jessica he turned around popping Mike on the leg and pointing toward the closet again. Mike slid a little further away but he was trapped now because Harvey could still reach him if he stretched and Mike would fall off of the bed if he moved any further over. Harvey pushed at Mike's thigh and glared and Mike finally had to bite the bullet and get up, walking stark naked to the closet.
"Jessica I'm telling you we're fine…" he paused and Mike brought out two Tom Ford suits, a gray one and an all-black one that Harvey called his power suit, only wore it on special occasions. Harvey mouthed the word gray and mike went to hang up the other suit, letting the other hang on the closet door. "No we are not taking the day off. Mike came back with two ties, a red one and a multi colored dark blue hued tie. Harvey pointed to the blue. Mike rolled his eyes and hung the tie over the suit before going back to grab Harvey's black shoes and black socks. Harvey shook his head as Mike showed them to him, and Mike immediately grabbed his brown leather shoes and white socks. Harvey nodded, it would do, and pushed the sheet off of him, why was it so blessed hot in his apartment. He noticed Mike staring straight at his crotch, hand straying toward his nether regions and Harvey started to get extremely distracted. "Jessica," he said trying to stop her arguing, but Mike was already semi hard and walking toward Harvey resting a hand on his shoulder, stroking himself in long slow movements. Harvey's eyes flickered away from Mike's hardening member toward Mike's eyes and Mike bit his lip. Harvey couldn't even comprehend what Jessica was saying anymore and decided to end the conversation. "Okay Jessica, I know you don't want to, but we'll see you in a little while."
Harvey closed the phone, tossing it to the side and pulled Mike toward him, his lips settling just below Mike's belly button. "What was that about?" Mike asked.
"Jessica thought we might want the day off, but I told her you needed the work because I was spoiling you too much." Harvey's fingers dug into Mike's hips, his forehead resting on his stomach. Watching Mike's show.
"By letting me get the scraps from the grown up table." He tried to mock, but his laugh turned into a gasp when Harvey nipped at the skin just above his cock.
"Exactly."
Mike walked through the door of Pearson Hardman and headed straight to his cubicle, head down and focused firmly on his shoes, not the pain that radiated in his rear with every step he took. He knew he had to be limping, but he didn't care, it was a reminder of whose he was, and who now belonged to him. The pre-work blowjob Harvey had given him had his bones still feeling like jelly. Mike sunk into his chair at his cubicle and slid in his ear buds, turning Florence and the Machines way, way up. He opened up his email, expecting it to be full and started clicking through the emails one by one, deleting the junk and memorizing the rest of it. Until he opened one from an address he didn't recognize.
More pictures stared him in the face. In a way these weren't as bad, or really as graphic as some that they had received. He clicked through the slide show, halfway enjoying how fucking adorable Harvey and he were when they were sleeping wrapped up together, or during the pleasant peck Mike had landed on Harvey's cheek as he sipped his coffee and read the paper. If they hadn't been so menacing, they would have really touched his heart.
But as it were, he picked up his phone and called Harvey.
"What, trouble finding your cubicle again? I'm going to ask Jessica to put up road signs for you."
"Haha. Have you checked your email?"
"Actually, I don't check my own emails. Donna does that. Part of being awesome. You don't really do a lot for yourself. Oh thanks Donna." He muttered before the sounds of sipping bombarded the line and Mike rolled his eyes picturing Harvey drinking a black coffee and apparently ignoring the concern in Mike's voice.
"Harvey your email…"
"Don't send dirty pictures on my work email, Mike." Harvey started to laugh and then abruptly stopped, his thoughts catching up to him. "Pictures." He muttered.
"Pictures." Mike confirmed. The line clicked off and Mike remained seated at his desk. He scrolled down toward the bottom of the email, where two words stared back at him.
WE'RE COMING.
Harvey Specter was taught not to respond rashly to threats. But when it came to Mike, he couldn't help it. He went with his first instinct and his first instinct was to protect.
And he was on his way to the bull pen right that moment to do just that when a bluster of loud noise came form that direction and then "You're fucking Harvey?" was tossed out by a rather girly sounding male voice, or a manly sounding female …
Harold was standing up staring straight at Mike while everyone else was staring at their computer screens. Harvey grabbed one of the screens and flipped it around to see a picture of him and Mike at his apartment sharing a moment with the two of them staring into each others eyes. Harvey remembered that moment, he was trying so hard to contain his laughter as Mike slid into him and then Harvey set him back at arm's length, keeping his hands on Mike's hips for a minute, taking in the sight of blissed out, still sleepy, hasn't-had-caffeine yet Mike.
Harvey looked up toward the ceiling and then closed his eyes tightly before looking at Mikee who was staring at him, a horrified look on his face.
"Alright." The voice came from the far end of the bull pen. "Turn them off," The voice was none other than Louis Litt's. "It looks pretty obvious to me that I shouldn't be wasting my time handing off cases to you idiots but instead writing you all letters of recommendations for various gossip columns while I start signing pink slips." Harvey's brain almost broke seeing Louis defuse his bomb.
Louis nodded to Harvey as everyone shut their mouths, powered down their computers and tried to get over the shock. Louis walked straight past Harvey toward his office. "Come on. Safe haven." He said as he passed. Harvey turned on his heel and motioned for Mike to follow.
In the safety of Harvey's office, Mike held the door open for Donna before shutting out the rest of the firm. "Thank you." Harvey offered, sitting down at his desk. Mike walked to his side, touching his hand softly. Harvey didn't respond to the touch.
Louis sat down on one of the black chairs in front of Harvey's desk, next to Donna who's red hair was practically glowing in the sunlight. "Don't mention it." Louis murmured. "I don't know why you decided to publically broadcast…"
"No, Louis, we didn't do that."
"Really? Then who?"
"That's what we've been trying to figure out." Harvey answered, tossing a thick file over to Louis, who searched the pictures for a moment before looking away stunned. "We weren't even… this" he motioned between mike and himself "when we got the first file."
"And you have no idea who is doing it…"
"No we don't." Jessica's voice drifted through the air as she made her, ever impressive entrance, which also served to make her seem omniscient. But following tight on her heels was Hardman, holding very officially looking papers in his hand, sliding one to Harvey and one to Mike.
"Fill those out, we don't need a sexual harassment lawsuit. And just to be clear, we can't tell you no, but we do frown upon fraternization within the firm, especially between ranks. And this, this is almost indescribably bad positioning…" he smiled a little "but also kind of inevitable."
"Thank you…" Mike stammered, handing his paperwork to Harvey, who then immediately handed them to Donna, who nodded, taking the gracefully.
Mike went to protest but Donna cut him off "I know everything, it'll be faster this way. I'll just need you for signatures… although…"
"No forgery." Harvey warned.
"It would be quicker." Donna mumbled.
The tension in the room thickened and the office that usually felt huge now felt very small and very crowded. "I must admit, the photo on my computer was a strange way to find out but I'm sure there is an explanation." Louis held up the folder to Hardman, who quickly scanned it, understanding immediately when he got to the pictures Donna and Jessica had taken the previous night. "Ah."
"I'm having a full on, but extremely quiet investigation take place." Jessica explained. "My own personal private investigator." Harvey nodded his thanks to her.
"Well then, Louis as far as we can tell the associates and I were the only ones that experienced this attack, none of the other partners know so…" Hardman began.
"I know, rally the associates and keep this quiet." Louis was already up and out the door.
"If you need any help Jessica." Hardman offered as he made his exit. Harvey rolled his eyes, before a thought hit him.
"It's out." He muttered.
"What?" Mike asked.
"We're out." Harvey said smiling up at him, begging Mike to read his mind like normal.
It took Mike a second but then he got it. "The black mail, we're out now so the only thing they could blackmail us with now is actual personal contact, like murder or something." Mike was smiling gleefully, fully understanding his boyfriends train of thought.
"That's not a good thing." Donna reprimanded.
"Yes it is." Jessica covered, apparently catching Mike and Harvey's private knowledge. "If they have to threaten personal harm, not only can we get them for stalking, assault, property damage, and a host of other things but also for intent and conspiracy and threats."
"And it also means they are going to start getting closer." Harvey murmured still smiling.
"Which is dangerous." Donna complained.
Mike nodded. "But, it also means it will be easier for them to slip up."
"Which makes it easier for us to catch them. Alright I'm caught up." Donna smirked. "And a step ahead."
"How?" Harvey asked.
"Benjamin owes me a few favors. How do you think I got two confidential codes?" Donna beamed.
Mike smiled and so did Jessica.
"Wait, am I missing something?" Harvey asked.
"This is why no one likes you." Jessica murmured, turning and leaving the room, Donna close behind her.
"Who doesn't like me?" Harvey grumped.
Mike smiled apologetically. "I don't like you sometimes." He murmured before rushing out of the office.
If you don't like me so much, see whose sleeping on the couch tonight. Mike's phone gleamed up at him and he rolled his eyes before responding.
No one will be, you'd be too emotionally scarred if something happened to me because you weren't near me to protect me. He walked into the bathroom.
You sure about that. Harvey waited thirty minutes before texting him again. Mike? No answer for fifteen minutes. So he began calling him, his cubicle and finally the front desk to see if anyone had saw him. No luck.
He was on his feet immediately, yelling for Donna to follow as he rushed to the bull pen to see no signs of Mike when his phone dinged. He opened the message from Mike's phone. Got him.
Thank you everyone for the feedback! keep it coming. Sorry it's taking so long to update, I work crazy hours! Notice the Louis being nice thing and the Hardman still acting like he's trying to belong thing? I don't know how I decided to do that... or where I'm going with it. so... yeah.
Love Always,
Alice
