(A/N) First off, I would like to thank maryjaneleaf for editing this chapter for me. Like always she did a great job.
As requested...
Previously on Barely Legal -
Donna talked to Harvey about what it meant to be in a relationship and Harvey makes his and Mike's relationship official. The three then went to the hospital to visit Karen. She remember almost everything, but there were signs of her declining health. When they're alone, Karen apologizes to Mike for putting him through it all and not being strong enough to hold out longer. She made him promise her that he will always become the lawyer she knew it can be and Mike promises. The next day at the batting cages, Mike was having trouble. Harvey promised to talk to him about his issues with the mock trial if he told him what was wrong. Harvey then makes him run home for cardio practice.
Chapter Fourteen: Offical
Mike wasn't surprised when things started to change in their routine. At first it scared him. He was usually on top of things and that was the way he liked it to stay. He didn't like when things changed because he was never sure of what was to come or if he would be able to handle it. People thought he was spontaneous, and at times he could be, but in reality he liked order and routine, and hated when things were different from what he was used to. Some of the changes Mike loved, but the more he did, the more he feared something would go wrong.
Mike usually woke up alone in the mornings. Harvey liked to get up early so he'd have enough time to shower and style his hair. The bed smelled like Harvey, though, and the scent was enough to remind him that their relationship was real. When he managed to pull himself from bed, he'd walk slowly to the bathroom in order to get ready. Harvey glared at him for the first week, annoyed that he had to share space when there was another perfectly good bathroom right outside their bedroom. Mike just smiled at him even though his heart was racing. Harvey's showers were quick, just enough time wash and condition his hair and quickly wash his body. He left plenty of hot water for Mike. The younger used up all of it, spending more time just unwinding than actually cleaning himself.
By the time Mike was done, Harvey was just finishing his hair. Mike would let his hair go wherever he wanted unless there was a competition that day. The two would brush their teeth and finish getting ready before heading out into the kitchen together. Harvey's coffee maker made coffee automatically at the same time every day. Mike would instantly pour himself a cup while Harvey decided what he wanted to eat. Harvey would steal Mike's coffee, as per usual. But instead of gentle touches and longing glances, Mike was met with fierce kisses and Harvey's desperate hands. He loved the fact that Harvey was his, but the thought of him leaving was always in the back of his mind.
Despite wanting to, they hadn't had sex yet. He wasn't sure what the acceptable amount of time was, but it had been two and a half weeks since they had been together. They had done other things but never crossed the line. Harvey would always stop and tell Mike to go to bed. At first it hurt his feelings, but Donna reassured him it was because Harvey didn't want their relationship to be like his other encounters. After that, Mike was excited but scared at the same time. The anticipation was driving him insane.
They would leave for school at a quarter to seven every day, but somehow never got there at the same time.. Harvey would park in the back and the two would walk in together, but instantly separate. Harvey would usually walk to the front to talk to Donna while Mike would go to his locker. Sometimes he'd go straight to first hour and other times he'd meet up with Donna and Harvey. He went to first hour but stopped the moment he entered the door. Mrs. Chex wasn't there, but three members of the football team and another from the hockey were standing at the back of the room.
Mike set his things on his desk and was about to sit down when one of them called his name. Two of the football plays cracked their knuckles, and it was then he realized they were in his second hour. He pulled his cell phone out and pretended to be reading a text. "Sorry, guys, Harvey needs me." He walked quickly out of the room and to the front office. Donna waved him in when he knocked. She always told him he didn't need permission but sometimes he felt like he was intruding on their time. Harvey always made a smart comment, usually making fun of him for one thing or another. It took him a while to realize Harvey was just kidding.
Mike waited until the final bell rang before he started walking to first hour. Harvey always told him he wouldn't give him a pass, but Mike learned quickly that as long as Mike was with him he'd cover for him when he told the teacher he has working on the competition. Mrs. Chex was lenient with everyone so he didn't bother to say anything when he walked in. She only smiled at him and nodded to his seat before continuing with her lecture. Mike paid little attention, as always, but answered most of the questions. They were reading Pride and Prejudice - a favorite, though he'd never admit it. It was a nice escape from what was going on and as long as he answered the questions, the other kids didn't pick on him.
Second hour didn't change at all. As morbid as it was, Mike was thankful for that. Everything else in his life changed and it was nice to have one thing that he was familiar with, even if it was the class taught by the root of all evil. Louis gave the class tons of work and always blamed it on working on the competition, even if he spent the hour just glaring at Mike from his desk. The students were mean to him and he'd have to pretend to still be working even when he finished all his work. Trevor and Jenny ignored him, except for when Trevor was throwing something at him or whispering crude comments in his ear. Jenny would try to get him to stop but there wasn't much she could do. Harvey would sometimes come to his rescue, pick him out of class with a note from Jessica and Mike would get to sit in Harvey's class and read over notes or practice in the gym for the next competition.
Because they were now in a relationship, even their school life changed. Harvey was even harder on Mike than before − something he didn't think was possible − but he was also more willing to help him − when no one else was around. Law was still his favorite class, no matter how hard Harvey was on him. He loved the challenge, loved Harvey. He loved the way Harvey taught, the way he filled the room so completely that it was impossible to ignore him. Harvey was such a great teacher, it was nearly impossible to fail his class as long as you tried. If he wasn't so keen on being a lawyer, Harvey might have persuaded him to be a teacher without knowing it. He wondered why Harvey hadn't decided to be a lawyer himself. He knew the law like he knew his own body and Mike had no doubt that he would be the best closer in New York City if he did. He made a note to ask him later.
When the bell rang, Mike waited until everyone else was already gone before getting up. Harvey organized a few things on his desk before standing up himself. Usually the two ate in the classroom to work on the competition, but because it was a physical challenge they ate in the main office with Donna. If anyone asked it was about the competition. Most bought it, but Jessica saw through them. Today was no different. She stopped when she entered the room, her eyebrow rising in silent question. Harvey smirked at her as he made a remark about the competition. She rolled her eyes as she walked away. They all saw her smile, though, so Mike never worried.
"Are we going to the nursing home today?" Donna questioned as she ate her pasta, pulling Mike's attention back.
"No, batting cages," he answered, "we're going tomorrow to visit her." He side glanced at Harvey to make sure. It was now the first of November; the competition was only a few days away. Mike kept pushing back talking to Harvey about what was bothering him so he knew he couldn't much longer. Harvey was worried because of it, but he still made time to see Gram.
Donna nodded as she leaned back. Harvey and Donna never went to see Karen without him because of her memory, so Mike knew she was planning out her day in her mind. She pulled herself back a moment later, her eyes drifting out glass wall and then back at the two. She coughed lightly as she looked down at her bowl. She looked back up smiling, but both Mike and Harvey could tell it was fake. "Don't look now but Rachel is staring at you from two o' clock, Harvey."
Both spared a glance at each other but didn't turn around. Mike rolled his eyes and slumped over his food, chin in his hand. Mike wasn't always insecure when it came to relationships. When Gregory had shown interest in Rachel when they were dating, Mike hadn't cared. Rachel was his and that was the way he thought it would stay. It didn't. She'd broken his heart and now he wasn't sure how he was feeling or how Harvey was reacting to the situation.
Rachel was beautiful, Mike knew that. He wasn't stupid enough to think that Harvey wasn't attracted to her. He trusted Harvey not to cheat on him, but he still couldn't help but worry. Rachel was almost nineteen now, and she would be graduating at the same time Mike would. Harvey might decide that Rachel is better for him − or just better in general − and dump him. Harvey was known for being a ladies man and Rachel constantly hitting on Harvey made him realize just how much competition he had. He knew that if Harvey truly wanted to be with him, he'd stay. He just didn't know how serious their relationship was to the older man.
Donna seemed to notice his change in behavior first. She stared at him for a moment, her eyes soft and filled with pure sadness towards him. She coughed again, gaining Harvey's attention. The teacher looked at her and then at Mike. The older rolled his eyes at the obvious pity party going on next to him, but he placed a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. He did his best to remind himself of both their pasts. He put himself in Mike's shoes and realized, more than a little annoyed, that if it had been the other way around, he'd feel the same way.
Mike grinned cheekily at him before pulling himself up. Harvey went on to tell them about his encounter with Louis in the school gym earlier that morning. Harvey and Louis were completely alone, as Mike had been so swamped with everything that he fell asleep at Harvey's desk and Gregory was running late. Both of them were annoyed as it was. The competition was days away and both their partners weren't there. Harvey lied and said Mike was at home taking care of some things. Telling Louis the truth would bring more questions than Harvey had believable answers for.
Louis had challenged Harvey to a race. The taller had declined, sarcastically remarking on Louis trying to watch his ass as he ran. The rat-like man kept pressing until Harvey finally agreed. When Louis counted to three, the two had started off. Harvey held back until the last moment, rushing past Louis in a flash. The shorter teacher pushed forward in a panic. Harvey made it to the finish line first with Louis right on his heels. He wasn't able to stop and ran straight past Harvey towards the wall. "He's okay," Harvey shrugged, "the wall stopped him and the floor broke his fall."
"God, I wish I could have seen that," Mike said, his eyes wide. At least he knew where Louis's black eye came from. The echo of the bell ringing cut off anything else he was going to say. A second later a herd of students took over the halls, all hurrying off to their lockers to get to their next classes. Mike stood up as well, throwing his goodbyes over his shoulder as he made his way to the door. Rachel was still standing in the same spot with one of her friends. Rachel kept looking from her friend to Harvey. "Uh, want me to stay and walk with you?" Mike asked, suddenly feeling possessive.
Harvey instantly knew the reason. His first instinct was to say no and send Mike off, but he found himself almost saying yes, if only to ease Mike's mind a little. It took a beat longer to answer, but Mike didn't seem to notice. "No," he said, but it sounded more like 'don't worry.' He didn't want Rachel's crush on him interfere with their relationship and Mike walking with him just said that there was a chance Rachel could.
Mike looked like he wanted to argue but he nodded instead and left, Harvey right behind him. He wanted to come up with something about the competition, give him a reason to stay by his side, but he couldn't think of one. He told himself not to look at Rachel as he walked by but when she moved forward in order to stop Harvey, he couldn't help himself. She gave him a surprised look, but quickly covered it with annoyance. He did his best not to look mad and actually had to will his feet to keep moving so he wouldn't stop.
"Hello, Mr. Specter," he heard her say, her voice filled with cheer. He slowed down so he could listen. "I was wondering if you needed any help in the classroom. Grading papers, filing, making copies, things like that."
Mike could hear Harvey's smirk as he answered, "I have Mike for that, thanks." A moment later, the older man was walking past him and towards his classroom, smirking all the way. He hesitated before speeding up, knowing Rachel was watching him. When Mike was no longer in her sight, he stopped and sighed. Shaking his head, he continued to walk to his locker. Harvey didn't want him to worry, so he wouldn't.
He was walking past the bathroom when he felt someone grab his shirt and pull him backward. He thought it was Harvey, probably going to tease him like he always did. It wasn't until he was turned and facing Jenny did he realize he had been pulled into the women's bathroom. His smile instantly fell at seeing her there. He took a step back towards the door. He reached behind him, frantically looking for the handle. Not good. Not good. Not good!
Jenny took a few steps forward and reached out for his hands. She never did anything to him, and it felt wrong to try and pull back when she pulled him towards the middle of the small room. She let go of his hands almost instantly, seeing the way he was staring at them. Mike brought his eyes to her and she smiled the sweet innocent smile he used to love so much and mentally cursed. She was up to something. He just didn't know what.
"Why didn't you tell me, Mike?" she questioned, her smile fading. She looked pretty even when she was sad.
"Tell you what?" he asked back, completely unaware of what she was talking about.
"Trevor really misses you," Jenny told him, nervously playing with her hands. "I know it doesn't seem that way. He's only acting the way he is because you hurt his feelings. He misses hanging out with you. He thought you guys were closer than this," she paused, "I thought we were closer than this."
"Jenny..."
"I went to your apartment the other day," she said suddenly, "I went to talk to you about this and your apartment was sealed off. When I asked your neighbor, she told him that the fire was there and your Gram had been hospitalized. She didn't know where you were."
"I can explain..."
"Well you should," she said, suddenly angry, "You pretended like you cared about me but you just walked away and something like this happens and you don't come to us, to me!"
"Jenny, I didn't want to worry you," he told her, and he hadn't. "It's my problem and Trevor and I…we can't be friends and as long as you're with him we can't be either."
"You keep saying that," she screamed, the sound hidden by the ringing of the bell. Mr. Everlove was going to kill him for being late again. "Why can't you be friends with Trevor anymore?"
"Jenny…just drop it." He moved backwards again. He shook his head as he tried to leave, but Jenny grabbed him once again and pulled.
"Tell me!"
"Jenny…"
"Tell me, Mike!"
"He's selling drugs!"
Silence was his answer. The moment the words left his lips he knew he should have kept his mouth shut. It was none of his business anymore and he had no right to blab to Jenny. He pulled his arm from her, more forceful than what was really necessary. She was barely holding on anymore, her eyes wide and mouth open. She was in shock.
"W-what?"
Mike sighed, "Forget I said anything."
"W-wait!" She pulled on his arm again, tears now falling from her eyes. Mike instantly felt his heart drop. He never wanted to hurt her but that seemed to be the only thing he was doing since the school year started. He waited because he didn't think he could walk away from her now. "He's selling drugs?"
Mike's silence was all the answer she needed. She cried harder, burying her head in his chest. This was normal. Trevor would hurt Jenny and Mike would pick up the pieces and carry them around until the two made up. It wasn't fair. He shouldn't have had to do it but he never stopped it because he couldn't bear the thought of Jenny being sad. She was too good of a person to deserve all of this. He wrapped his arms around her, unsure of what else to do. Jenny looked up at him, her eyes red and lips puckered out. "I'm so stupid, Mike…"
"No, you're not."
"Yes, yes, I am," she told him, sniffling. "I…I picked the wrong guy."
"What are you talking about?" Mike pulled away, confused. If Trevor found out he talked Jenny out of their relationship, spit balls were going to be the least of his concerns. "Jenny, listen, I know you're hurt but you love Trevor and you should talk to him."
Jenny smiled, bright and innocent. It didn't fit and Mike realized a moment too late what was going on when Jenny's lips pressed against his. He pulled back instantly, his eyes wide. He wiped his mouth as he backed towards the door, clumsily.
"Mike…"
"Jenny," he said, cutting her off. "I like you. A lot, but not…not like that. Not…not anymore." His hand finally grabbed the handle. He spun around and threw it open.
"Is it Rachel?"
Her tone made him stop. "W-what?"
"I thought…" she said, looking embarrassed, "You were acting so strange…I thought it was obvious that you…" she paused, again, "Is it Rachel? Do you love her?"
"What?" Mike asked, confused, "No, no. I don't love Rachel. We don't talk anymore."
"Then who stole your heart," she asked, her tone light, like she hadn't just been rejected.
He hesitated and then sighed. "I have to go, Jenny. I'm sorry." He left as quickly as he could. When he got to his locker, his mind was racing. He wasn't sure if he should tell Harvey about the kiss. He didn't know if Harvey would want to know. He swallowed the lump in his throat. What if Harvey considered this to be cheating and left him? Mike punched his locker. What am I going to do? All he knew was that if Rachel had tried something with Harvey, he'd want to know. He wouldn't be able to lie to him.
Mike took the long way to class, making sure to walk past Harvey's classroom. The teacher saw him from the corner of his eye and paused in his lecture to look at him. His eyebrows moved together in confusion, but he realized the message a second later. He nodded slightly, the motion invisible to everyone but Mike before he went back to his lecture.
The younger hesitated before moving again. He lied through his teeth to Mr. Everlove and told him he was with Harvey the entire time. It had been the fifth time he'd used the excuse in two weeks and his teacher was starting to get annoyed with it. For the first time, he actually called Harvey to make sure. His boyfriend must have really understood because he covered for Mike without hesitating and told Mr. Everlove to tell Mike. "We'll talk later."
It didn't make Mike feel any better.
…
Harvey was suspicious when he saw Mike standing in the hallway, but he knew without a doubt that something was wrong when they met up after school. He wouldn't admit it, but he was worried about him the rest of the day. He checked his phone every few minutes just in case he or Donna texted him. He shortened his lecture and told everyone to read the rest from the book. He spent the rest of the time sitting at his desk and pretending to work. He texted Donna after a half hour, asking her if she knew anything. She didn't and it worried him even more. When the final bell rang, he rushed his students out and was right behind them. He practically ran past Rachel as he made his way to the parking lot.
Mike was already there. He was sitting in the car with his head down. He looked broken and his first instinct was to check his phone again. He didn't have any messages from Donna or the nursing home and cursed himself for not being able to figure out what was wrong. He held his tongue until they were settled in the car and two blocks away from the school. "Are you okay?" He felt like an idiot. Obviously the kid was not okay but he wasn't sure what else to say.
"No," Mike told him. He was so shocked by his blunt honesty that it took him another minute to form his next question in his mind.
"Is it the same thing as last time?" He motioned to the road ahead of him, thinking going to the batting cages was making him act this way.
Mike shook his head no. "Can we talk about this later?"
Harvey wanted to say no. He had never wanted to know something as bad as he did at that moment. And more so, he wanted to make it all okay. He wasn't sure what it was, but he'd do anything to make it all better. He knew that pushing it would only make it worse, so he forced himself to nod. The two stayed in complete silence until they made it to the batting cages. Mike shied away from the first few balls, hitting them lightly or stepping out of their way. Harvey opened his mouth to make some sort of sarcastic comment but stopped himself. After Mike ran away from his third ball, Harvey got an idea.
"Mike," he called to him, stepping forward, "Something or someone is pissing you off."
Mike rolled his eyes, biting his lips so as not to snap at Harvey. Obviously. Geez, what gave it away? "Pretty much everyone," he told him instead, sighing.
"I want you to imagine their faces on the ball."
"What's that gonna do?"
Harvey shrugged, "Just try it."
Mike nodded before stepping back into place. The machine shot the ball and Mike narrowed his eyes and imagined Jenny's face. He hated that he was mad at her but he couldn't help it. He'd had a crush on Jenny for so long and she barely gave him a second look because of Trevor. She came to him whenever she needed to talk to someone or needed help with anything and no matter how bad Trevor treated her she went back to him. And now she may have ruined his relationship with Harvey without even knowing it. The ball drew closer and he could see Jenny's innocent and bright smile as clear as if her face was truly implanted on the ball. He swung as hard as he could, the sound echoing so loud his eardrums rang. It flew higher and farther than any of his other hits, almost getting to Harvey's range.
He set up for the next ball without a second thought. The machine threw the ball and this time it was Trevor's annoying grinning face staring at him. He was mad at him for how he treated Jenny. He didn't like her anymore but she was still his friend and he would always care for her in that way. He was mad at him for caring more about his drugs than Jenny and their own friendship. He was mad for how their friendship had always been and that he allowed Trevor to make him feel like he was meant to always been in the back and not alongside him. He hit the ball even harder, Trevor's grinning face disappearing as it flew further and further away.
Next he imagined Rachel. That seductive and sweet smile that he hated was plastered on her face as the ball came towards him. He thought of what she did and everything that had happened with Gregory. When he thought about her going after Harvey, his blood boiled and he swung so hard his entire body went with it. He hit the ball dead on and it went so far others actually stopped to clap. He barely noticed them though. It wasn't until Harvey was touching his shoulders and pulling him towards him that he came back to reality.
"I'm scared if we talk about it you'll lose your fire," Harvey murmured, leaning down slightly to hold him better. "But…you want to talk about what happened?"
Mike grinned, proud of himself, "Trust me, I have a lot more people to be mad at than that."
Harvey chuckled a little, but couldn't deny that he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He moved his arms as if he was fixing Mike's form, though he wasn't sure who would believe it after the ball Mike hit. "So, what's going through that brain of yours?"
At this, any good feeling drained away, leaving Mike feeling miserable. "I'm worried that if I tell you what happened, you'll leave me."
Harvey tensed at his words, but forced himself to calm down. He wrapped his arms around the smaller boy tighter. "Tell me anyway." He hoped his voice sounded reassuring and not scared. He wasn't sure he succeeded. Donna had warned him about times like this, but he did not feel prepared.
It took another moment for Mike to start speaking. Harvey was glad. He wasn't ready. "When I was on my way to my locker after lunch…" he started, feeling another lump gather in his throat. He swallowed it, "Jenny pulled me into the bathroom."
Harvey remembered the image he got when Mike had pulled him into the bathroom. The same thought popped into his mind, but the image was incomplete. He couldn't remember who Mike was talking about. "Jenny?" he questioned, searching his memory. "Trevor's girlfriend?"
Mike nodded, "She said she found out what happened. She went to the apartment to talk to me about Trevor and our neighbor told her about Gram and the fire." He paused again, "She was mad I didn't tell her and when we fought I told her about what Trevor's been up to."
"Go on," Harvey said, sensing his hesitance. He didn't want to know, but at the same time he did. It was odd for Harvey. His stomach was doing flips and he wasn't sure what would make it stop.
"She said she was stupid for picking the wrong guy and before I knew it…she kissed me." Mike rushed through the last bit. When Harvey didn't say anything, he started to panic. He turned in his arms, tears in his eyes. He gripped his shoulders tight, scared Harvey would walk away. "I swear Harvey I didn't kiss her back and I didn't want her to kiss me! I left right away. I'm so, so sorry! Please, please forgive me! I would never do that to you, I promise."
Harvey looked into Mike's panicked but beautiful blue eyes and couldn't stop himself from chuckling a little. Mike looked so cute when he was flustered he couldn't help it. He kissed Mike, slow and soft, so as not to gain anyone else's attention, but also to show Mike that everything was okay. When he pulled back, he realized that Jenny had touched what was his, tried to take what was his. He started to feel a low bubble in his stomach and for the first time he really understood why Mike felt the way he did about Rachel being around him. He growled low in his throat and leaned down and nuzzled Mike's neck.
"Harvey…?"
The brunette bit down on the skin there, earning a squeak from the younger man. He growled again and sucked Mike's skin completely in his mouth. Mike melted against him, moaning. Harvey alternated between sucking and nibbling, biting hard every so often. He wrapped his arms tight around Mike's waist and pulled him impossibly close. Mike worried someone would notice. He couldn't imagine someone thinking Harvey was helping him for this long, but no one there knew who they were and when Harvey ground into him he didn't think he'd care if Jessica herself walked in and saw them.
Harvey snaked his arms around his body and squeezed his butt with both hands, growling "Mine," in his ear. It was probably the single hottest thing Mike had ever heard. It took all his will power not to jump Harvey right there.
"So…you're not mad?" He pulled himself back, needing to know.
Harvey ground into him again and bit down harder. Both knew there was going to be a hickey there later but neither cared. "Not at you," he told him. He was mad, or jealous. He wasn't at all sure. All he knew was that he wanted to mark Mike as his. Even if no one knew it was him, they'd still know he belonged to someone else. "I think we're done here. Let's head home."
Mike nodded and let himself be led back to the car.
…
The moment Mike closed the door of the apartment, Harvey was on him. He pushed him back against the door by his hips and pressed himself up against him. He kissed him hard, bringing one hand up to cup his face and bring him closer. His other hand slid down to grab his butt just shy of being too painful. Mike gasped against his mouth, and he smirked before kissing his lips once more, softer this time. He led a trail down his chin and neck and practically ripped off Mike's shirt when he ran out of exposed skin.
Harvey dropped to his knees, ignoring the way his suit crinkled underneath him. Mike stared wide eyed as he shed his jacket and let it slip carelessly to the floor. Mike's jeans were loose, not loose enough to fall on their own, but just enough that Harvey could tug them down without much effort. Harvey rubbed him through the fabric of the boxers, smirking as Mike closed his eyes and dug his nails into the door. His hips bucked slightly and Harvey took the hint. He pulled his boxers down slowly and teased him a little with his hand once more. He was slow and deliberate and made sure not to apply enough pressure.
Mike looked ready to blow up at him, lips pressed hard together and eyes burning. He teased him first, gently touching and squeezing. He enjoyed messing with Mike. He loved seeing his boyfriend hot and bothered and desperately wanting him. Finally, Harvey gripped his hips and took him in his mouth, sucking and licking the tip before taking him completely. Mike groaned and Harvey chuckled again, the vibration making Mike even harder. He bobbed his head back and forth, deep-throating every time. He sucked lightly on the tip and then pulled more of Mike into his mouth. He ran his tongue over the underside of his shaft and licked the slit, causing Mike to buck into him again. Mike moaned, taking a hand and digging it in dark brown hair, pushing forward until he's thrusting into Harvey's mouth.
The blond came quietly, biting his lip to stop the moan that had bubbled in his throat. He was also self-conscious about the noises he made, but couldn't stop the whimper from leaving his throat when Harvey pulled off, but not before licking his dick clean. He watched, jaw locked and chest heaving as Harvey stood and licked the trail of cum that's trailed down the side of his mouth. Mike's eyes aren't fast enough to keep up. Before he knew it his jean and boxers are off, leaving him completely naked.
He was a little self-conscious; Harvey is fully dressed in front of him, vest and all, but Harvey kisses him again and all his fear disappears. He can sense Harvey taking his belt off, so he works quickly on his vest and shirt. Harvey pushes Mike towards their bedroom, never breaking the kiss. They left a trail of Harvey's clothes and when Mike's legs hit the backboard of their bed, Harvey growled. He pressed Mike up against the hard surface painfully, but all the blond can register is Harvey's body pressed against his. The teacher trailed kisses down his neck, sinking his teeth into the pale flesh and sucking until he couldn't anymore. Mike's far too gone to feel any pain. Harvey's lips and hands are hot against him and it makes him hard all over again.
Ugh, Harvey…"
Yes, Mike?"
He didn't have an answer. Instead, he pulled his hands from the board and tangled them in the other's hair. He could feel Harvey's hardness pressed against his inner thigh. The contact made his body feel as if he had been electrocuted. He wrapped his legs around Harvey's waist. His breath got caught in his throat as Harvey pressed his finger to his entrance. He took a deep breath, but Harvey didn't move any further. He looked in Harvey's eyes, questioningly. Harvey pulled back a little and looked at Mike before him. Not only was it their first time, but it was Mike's first time with a man. It shouldn't be like this; he shouldn't have Mike pressed against the board of their bed. And no matter how much Mike wanted to impress him, his body wouldn't be ready for something so rough. There was time for that later. Harvey leaned forward and kissed Mike, soft and long. The younger was hesitant for a moment, unsure of what was going on. Harvey picked him up easily and laid him down on the bed.
Harvey kissed down his neck again, gentle and soothing. Mike bit his lip, an inch away from begging Harvey to just take him. Harvey reaches over and opens his dresser drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube and one of the condoms he kept there. Mike heard the cap pop off and felt something change in the air around them but still jumped when Harvey pressed a finger against his entrance. He teased him, swirling his finger around the hole before pushing inside. He stopped just an inch in, looking at Mike's face for any sign of pain. Mike had grown rigid, but relaxed a second later. It was a little uncomfortable, but if he didn't focus on it, it didn't bother him.
Harvey pressed the finger the rest of the way in as slowly as he could. He kissed Mike again as he pressed in the second finger. The blond clenched the bed sheet under him, his eyes wide. Harvey waited another minute before starting to stretch him further. He squired under him and Harvey had half a mind to stop. He pressed a little further and hit his prostate, making Mike moan and buck up. He added the third finger while Mike was still in a daze. He got half of it in before the pain hit him. Mike bit his lip and closed his eyes, naming all fifty states in alphabetical order to take his mind off it. Harvey hit his prostate again and Mike moaned out Harvey's name in response.
He slowly withdrew his fingers as he kissed Mike's chest. The blond lay panting on the bed, his fingers still digging into the sheets. Harvey crawled on top of him and kissed his forehead. "We can stop." Mike shook his head no and gripped Harvey's shoulders. He smiled and did his best to force his body to relax. Harvey pushed in slowly until he was completely engulfed in Mike's heat. His eyes rolled in the back of his head but he waited until Mike gave him the say so to move. He moved slowly, pulling out halfway before pressing forward again. Mike continued to name the fifty states but only got to Georgia before the pain subsided.
Harvey hit his prostate dead on and Mike screamed his name as the feeling took over his body, and pushed back any remaining pain. Harvey kept the same angle as he sped up, earning more and more moans from Mike. The younger was so overcome he didn't care who heard him scream and didn't try and silence himself. He dug his hands into Harvey's shoulders and chanted for him to go faster. Harvey changed their position, though only slightly, and kept the angle and speed as he reached up and grabbed both of Mike's hands in his own. For the second time that night, Mike felt his release take over. Harvey gave a final trust before claiming Mike's lips and releasing deep inside Mike's body.
"…My mistake is official," Harvey said, panting, though there was a soft smile on his face. He pulled out slowly, not wanting to hurt Mike anymore than he had and rolled over next to him. Mike rolled over on his side, wincing at the sudden movement but relaxed in Harvey's arms. Harvey closed his eyes and listened to Mike's erratic breathing when a sudden thought hit him. "You ready to talk now?"
Mike grew rigid, but nodded. "If you are."
Harvey nodded as well before pulling himself up and walking to the bathroom. Mike heard the water turn on a second later and figured Harvey was going to shower beforehand. He wondered for a moment if he should shower as well. He was covered in sweat and he could feel Harvey between his legs. He was sitting up when Harvey came back into the room and called him over. Confused, he got up slowly, resting his feet on the floor for a minute before standing up and walking over to the door. Peering inside, he saw that Harvey had run the bathtub and not the shower.
Harvey wrapped his arms around his waist, "We're both dirty and it'll relax you a little."
Mike kissed him, a warm feeling in his chest. He wanted to say something about Harvey caring, but he knew he did, so he'd save the teasing for another time. He wanted this to last. Harvey's tub was gigantic and pretty new. Mike suspected Harvey had another one put in before he moved into the penthouse, but didn't bother to ask as he slid in, the warm water soothing his body. Harvey slid in after him, allowing himself to relax. Mike loved seeing him this way. He only truly relaxed when no one was around and Mike was the one who got to see him at his most vulnerable.
Harvey let out a sigh. It wasn't sad, or heavy. It was light, content. He moved to wash himself, not caring about his hair for the moment. Mike continued to relax, the back of his head pressed down against the side of the tub. His body up to his neck was submerged in water. When Harvey was done, he pulled lightly on Mike's arm, gaining his attention. Mike was confused for a moment but moved until he was sitting in front of Harvey. The older lathered up his hands and started to rub them against Mike's body.
"Start talking."
"I hate baseball," Mike said simply without any hesitation. He'd thought about what he would say to Harvey, but nothing he'd thought about was coming to mind. "Um, when I was younger, my father was always trying to force sports on me, especially baseball. I hated them." He cleared his throat, "And, uh, the day my parents died, my father had taken my mother and me to a baseball game."
Harvey could imagine and younger Mike playing sports. It didn't look good even in his mind. He wanted to say something, but Mike didn't look like he was finished talking. He kept silent and finished washing Mike's body. He wrapped his legs around him and pulled him closer. If it was to comfort him or just to show who he belonged to Harvey didn't know, but Mike smiled all the same.
"It was the Red Sox against Yankees," Mike told him, "and I hated to play baseball, but there was something about the energy and the passion of the players and everyone else there that I loved. Yankees lost the game, but I didn't care. I was just so into the game that I didn't care about the teams and I didn't care about the rivalry."
"Your dad got mad at you?"
"Furious," Mike sighed. "My mom yelled at him and then they started arguing." Mike paused again, and Harvey didn't have to see his eyes to know he was on the verge of crying. "My dad wasn't watching and this guy was going the wrong way…I was thrown from the car but my parents…"
Harvey held him tighter and placed his chin on Mike's shoulder. Harvey had known how his parents died. It was public record, but he'd never known they were coming back from a baseball game, or that Mike's last memory of his parents was his father mad at him and his parents arguing. Harvey wanted to say something to make all his pain go away − something, anything to make him feel better. But in the end, all there was to say was, "I'm sorry."
Mike only nodded and wiped his eyes. He sniffled a little and then changed the subject. "So, what was up with you?"
Harvey sighed. He wanted to run again, but he knew that wasn't an option. He wasn't sure where to start so he chose the first thing that came to his mind. "My last name hasn't always been Specter."
(A/N) Fun fact, I wasn't going to have them have sex in this chapter, lol.
I'm sorry it took so long, but with work, family stuff, school stuff, and other stories and an editor who I accidentally got addicted to Big Time Rush stories...Well, let's just say it was a journey.
I'm going to do that Previously on Barely Legal thing from now on, by the way. I know some people forget about what previously happened.
CLIFF HANGER! maryjaneleaf says I'm a master. Excited to know Harvey's past? Well, leave me a review and I'll get it done faster!
Seriously though, how did you like it?
With Love,
Kitty!