Author's note: This chapter contains mild M rated material. Nothing explicit! And, as you may have noticed, this story is now updated in real time, which means that I can't update it on a daily basis anymore D:

The cab ride from the client's party to Harvey's condo was quiet as both of them were busy looking back at the strange evening. Harvey was trying to get rid of the disgusting feeling of jealousy that had haunted him all evening while Mike was working on the best way to tell Harvey about his feelings.

'Why is he so quiet? He's never this quiet.'

Harvey glanced at Mike who was looking out the window. He put a hand on Mike's forearm, letting him know that he wasn't mad at him. Then he felt the soft material that was covering his associate's arm. The fire that he had been trying to put out flared up instantly.

"This suit you're wearing." Harvey gestured at Mike's suit as if it carried deadly germs.

Mike turned his head and faced Harvey. "What about it?"

"You bought it yourself?"

Mike spoke carefully, "No. Lex bought it for me."

Harvey's face stiffened. "But you're going to pay him back, right?"

Mike scratched the back of his head with the hand that wasn't trapped under Harvey's grip. "I offered to, of course, but he told me that it was a gift for helping him out. He insisted and I didn't want to say no to a superior who appreciated my work."

"I appreciate your work too." Harvey snapped.

"I know that." Mike spoke gently.

"He bought you one suit?" Harvey liked to be thorough.

"Yeah, and this tie." Mike pointed at his bow tie.

"He taught you how to put it on too?" Harvey didn't want to sound like an overly jealous boyfriend but he couldn't help it.

"Yeah, but I didn't get to learn properly." Mike answered shyly.

Harvey turned into a rock. "Why? How is that even possible? You have an eidetic memory, Mike. Were you too busy drooling over his many charms to pay attention to a bow tie?"

Mike would have laughed if Harvey's voice hadn't been full of rage. "No, Harvey. You're the one who always teach me about ties so it felt weird to learn from someone else. I was thinking about you while he explained, and the lesson ended all too quickly."

Mike's Harvey-oriented answer put out most of the fire but it didn't mean that Harvey liked to see his associate in that particular suit.

"Take off the suit." was the first thing that Harvey said as soon as they stepped into the condo.

"What?" Mike wondered what was wrong with his suit.

"Take it off."

Mike saw Harvey take off his jacket so he did the same. Perhaps Harvey was going to hang his jacket in the closet for him. He usually didn't care where he left his suit jacket but he liked this one and figured that it deserved to be treated better.

"Here you go." Mike handed over the jacket and Harvey gave it a nasty look before checking the pockets.

"What are you doing?" Mike made himself comfortable on the couch.

"I'm making sure that you're not carrying anything disturbing." Harvey answered as he checked the inside breast pocket.

"Like what? A bug or something?" Mike was confused.

Harvey wanted to say 'No, like someone's phone number.' but he chose to remain silent and focused on the search. He wanted to get it over with as soon as possible because he could smell cologne that did not belong to him or Mike on the jacket and it was making him sick.

"You found anything?" Mike asked, taking off his bow tie.

Harvey shook his head and looked at his associate sitting on his couch. He was still wearing the damn suit but now that he was at his place, it was just a little less irritating.

'Still, it has to go. All of it.' Harvey threw the jacket on the floor but managed to not stamp on it.

"Listen to me, Mike. You can't accept a suit from someone else." He sat next to Mike to emphasize his words.

"Why not?"

"You're a reflection of me so I get to choose what you wear to work. Understood?"

Mike nodded even though he wasn't entirely convinced. "Don't worry, Harvey. Nobody ever buys me a suit anyway so it shouldn't be a problem in the future."

"Good. Now take off the rest so I can burn it. I'll fetch you an old suit of mine instead." Harvey got up from the couch.

"Wait a minute. What?" Mike wondered if he had had one too many drinks.

"Well, you can't go home in your underwear, Mike."

"I thought you were going to hang my jacket for me." Mike picked up his jacket from the floor.

"Now why would I do that?" Harvey raised an eyebrow.

"Because this is a nice jacket! Everyone gushed about how stunning I looked tonight!"

Harvey had to agree with those people but he wasn't going to admit it out loud. "Well, you could look better."

"Thanks, but I'm keeping this jacket. I like it."

Then Mike made the mistake of hugging the jacket and nuzzling it. The alcohol was making a comeback in his system.

"Give that to me. I'll buy you a better one." Harvey held out a hand. He felt like tearing the jacket to pieces.

"No thanks, Harvey. I already owe you so much. I don't need you to buy me suits too."

"Hand it over when I ask you nicely, kid. That jacket has to go."

Suits meant more than just shiny clothes to Harvey, and he simply couldn't stand his love interest pouring his affection into a suit jacket that some other man had bought him.

"It's just a jacket, Harvey."

"It's never just a jacket, Mike."

"Why are you making such a fuss about it? Ever since we left the party, all you've been talking about is suits, suits, suits!"

"Keep your voice down, rookie."

"Gosh, I have important things to tell you and you want to fight over a jacket? What's the big deal? It looks great on me!" Mike shot out of the couch and shoved the jacket into Harvey's arms. He didn't feel like talking to Harvey about his feelings anymore.

"Where are you going?"

"Home! Where else do you think?" Mike snapped and stomped towards the door. He was frustrated and hurt by how Harvey was too busy being obsessed with his jacket to care about his feelings. He had been foolish to think that Harvey had brought him here to talk about what was going on with them. Apparently all Harvey cared about was how he looked in front of the clients and potential clients.

"You're not going anywhere in that hideous suit." Harvey's voice was burning with a mixture of emotions.

"Well, watch me."

Mike was almost at the door when he felt Harvey turn him around and push him against the door. "What the hell, Harvey!"

"Take off the suit or I'm going to take it off myself." Harvey trapped his associate by placing his hands on the door. Why couldn't Mike just listen to him?

Mike narrowed his eyes at his boss. "Why are you so adamant about taking this suit off me? Really. Tell me."

Harvey wondered if this was a good time to come clean. 'Of course not.' Then He looked into Mike's eyes and saw annoyance and frustration in them. It wasn't a good look on him and Harvey wanted to change that. 'Okay, this is an awful time but there might not be a better one.'

Harvey decided to take his chances and took a step forward, his eyes still locked with Mike's. He heard Mike inhale sharply and saw the beautiful eyes widen as their bodies made contact. They had both taken off their jackets so the contact felt more intimate then either of them had expected; Mike secretly liked it and Harvey openly loved it.

"I don't like to smell someone else on you." Harvey confessed, bringing his face closer to Mike's.

"What…?"

Mike looked genuinely surprised and Harvey knew that it was time to press for more. "I don't like that someone else got the chance to make you look so stunning. I also don't like that someone else had his paws all over you. I don't care if it was for a client. It can't happen again. Got it?"

Mike nodded, amazed at what he was hearing. It couldn't be a dream because he could feel so much of Harvey just by having him pressed against him.

"There's one more thing that I don't like." Harvey's voice was impossibly low.

"What is it?" Mike gulped nervously.

Harvey closed whatever small gap there had been between them and put his lips right in front of Mike's ear. "I don't like that your lips aren't on mine already. Fix it now."

It took an extra second for Mike to fully comprehend what he had heard. As Harvey tilted his head for the best possible angle, Mike grabbed Harvey's shirt, squeezed his eyes shut and kissed his boss enthusiastically. Harvey took a firm hold of the slender waist and the back of Mike's neck. He kissed Mike so deeply that the blond head ended up firmly pressed against the door.

'God, I didn't even know that I missed this.' Mike moaned into the kiss. Harvey's tongue was hitting all the right spots.

'Damn it, he tastes even better than before. I should've kissed him sooner.' Harvey was so lost in the kiss that he had almost forgotten about the suit.

'Oh right, let's get it over with.' Harvey lowered his hands and tore the white shirt open.

Mike's eyes flew open at the sound of his buttons hitting the floor. His boss was apparently a very jealous man. "Harvey! You didn't have to tear it! I could've just washed it so it would smell like flowers instead!"

Harvey didn't bother to respond. He just lifted Mike's undershirt and pushed his head under it.

Mike turned red as he arched his back. He couldn't see Harvey's face but he could feel his breath and he could most definitely feel his skillful tongue. He couldn't suppress the lewd moans and whimpers as Harvey familiarized himself with his chest.

"Harvey... Oh Jesus… this is so obscene…" Mike gripped Harvey's shoulders with his hands.

Harvey gave Mike's chest a long lick before pulling his head out. He needed a more comfortable position to explore the rest of the chest so he tripped him up.

"Harvey!" Mike instinctively hung onto Harvey's shirt while Harvey's hands came down to protect the back of Mike's head and his waist.

"How many times have you used this trick?" Mike was impressed and completely turned on. Harvey had moved swiftly and elegantly like a seasoned dancer and had left him unharmed yet lying on the floor.

"Let's say that I've had just enough rehearsals to be ready for the main event." Harvey grinned wickedly and got the shirt off Mike's shoulders.

"Harvey, please… Hurry up…" Mike pleaded as he couldn't stay still with excitement. Just the idea of lying aroused on his boss' floor was enough to make him feel light-headed.

Harvey moved on to taking off Mike's undershirt but he had to check something first. "Is this yours? Or did he buy this too?"

"For God's sake, Harvey! It's mine!" Mike yelled, frustration clear in his voice.

"All right. No need to get your panties in a knot." Harvey lifted an eyebrow and got rid of the undershirt.

"Stop talking and get on with it!" Mike had never been known for his patience.

"Did you just bark at me, puppy?" Harvey crossed his arms with an amused smile on his face.

"I don't know!… Maybe!" Mike grabbed Harvey's tie and pulled it down. He attacked Harvey's lips and pushed his tongue into his boss' mouth, making an appreciative sound.

Harvey noticed with a pleasant surprise that his associate could be bold when he was aroused. It was cute and all, but the puppy had to be put back in his place. So Harvey slapped Mike's hand away from his tie and loosened it before ending the kiss.

"Harvey…" Mike whined.

"Hush." Harvey took off his tie and put it around Mike's neck instead. "Now get up so I can drag your sweet ass to bed."

Mike managed to get up with Harvey's help and followed his boss into the bedroom. The kiss had ended a minute ago and Harvey was dragging him by his loose tie but he still had trouble breathing; anticipation and affection swirled in his mind, making it difficult to breathe.

"Lose your pants." Harvey ordered, regaining power.

Mike nodded but he didn't feel bold anymore. A blush crept onto his neck and he looked down while he took off his belt.

"My eyes are up here, Mike." Harvey realized that he greatly enjoyed both the bold Mike and the blushing one.

Mike looked at Harvey who sat on the bed and started to take off his pants. It wasn't the first time that he was getting undressed in front of someone else but doing it while looking into his gorgeous boss' eyes felt very different. The sound of the zipper was far too loud to be decent but Mike tried to ignore it and pushed his pants down. Harvey looked down at Mike's shoes and Mike didn't need an order to get rid of his shoes and socks.

"Good boy." Harvey smiled with lust thick in his eyes. He gestured to Mike to join him on the bed and pinned him down with one hand. His associate looked lovely with only his boxers and Harvey's loose tie on. Unable to help himself, Harvey kissed Mike hard on the mouth before getting up to kick off his own shoes and socks.

"Why are you still wearing so many clothes?" Mike asked, not happy with how Harvey was still wearing a shirt and a pair of pants.

"Because you don't get to see what's underneath yet." Harvey was back on the bed.

"But you got to see everything of me!" Mike protested.

"Not everything."

Harvey yanked down Mike's boxers and smirked. "Now, I've seen everything."

Mike's hands were quick to cover his intimate parts but even without an eidetic memory, Harvey remembered it all.

"Hey, no need to hide yourself. You look even more stunning without that suit." Harvey caressed Mike's toned thighs.

Despite his embarrassment, Mike burst out laughing. "What on earth do I have to do to stop you from bringing up that suit?"

Harvey straddled his associate and leaned down for a kiss. It felt amazing to kiss him freely, whenever he wanted to.

"You can tell me what you want tonight." Harvey added a few more kisses on the lower lip.

The blush was back on Mike's face and Harvey saw Mike shake his head.

"Fine. Then let's keep talking about the smelly suit."

Harvey was about to sit up when Mike threw his arms around his neck. "Wait!"

"I'm listening." Harvey knew that he was being hard on Mike, teasing him like this, but he liked to think of it as a revenge of what had happened at the party.

Mike looked at Harvey and let out a small sigh before whispering in Harvey's ear. There was no way that he was going to say such filthy things out loud.

"That's all?" Harvey raised an eyebrow. "I was hoping that we'd get to do more than that." He teased.

Mike closed his eyes and whispered some more. He was never going to be able to look him in the face again.

"That's much better." Harvey grinned with satisfaction. "Let's get started with request number one then."

Harvey left the bed to strip down to his boxers. Mike propped himself up on his elbows and watched intently. He memorized everything that Harvey showed him and found himself smacking his lips.

"Care to give me a hand?" Harvey climbed back on the bed and crushed his lips against Mike's as he felt warm hands take away the last piece of his clothes. He could feel Mike directly on his skin now. Even though they hadn't done much so far, Harvey noticed that both of them were painfully aroused. He knew that he had to get through Mike's requests quickly or they wouldn't stand a chance.

"Moving on to request number two." Harvey broke the kiss and slid down Mike's body, following the happy trail with his tongue.

"God, Harvey!..."

Mike started to make some adorable noise which made Harvey shudder with lust. It was time to stop thinking about the stupid suit and enjoy the night.