When Harvey woke up the next morning, he tried to ignore the throbbing of his cock. His alarm had pulled him from a dream in which he hadn't gone home quite so soon last night. He'd dreamt about Mike locking the two of them in the shop and then they'd been up against the counter. Fuck, he didn't need this right now.

He showered quickly, taking care of his erection as fast as he could, trying not to think too much about having those goddamn perfect lips on his. He got dressed, checked his appearance gathered his things for work and checked his appearance again. It was important. For clients. Not because he knew he was going to see Mike in a minute.

He walked up to the shop and why was he nervous? He ordered a bagel with cream cheese and a coffee from the girl at the till. She smiled as she gave him his food, eyes lingering on his face, trailing down his chest. His new suit was obviously worth every cent he'd paid. He looked around for Mike but didn't see him. Harvey tried not to be too disappointed. He was a little bit later than the day before. Maybe he'd already left for school. Fuck, he was actually crushing on a schoolboy.

He took his coffee from the girl, another smile. Just as he was about to leave, Mike walked through a door connecting the shop front to wat was probably storage.

"Oh, hi, Harvey!" he said brightly. He was out of his uniform, now. Harvey looked at the way his jeans clung to him and quickly forced himself to look away. Mike looked at the girl behind the counter and grinned at her.

"Make sure you're not late this time."

"I wont. I'm going to get changed after I finish cleaning the machine and then I'll be right behind you," she said.

Harvey walked out of the shop with Mike and he quickly spotted his car waiting for him.

"Are you kidding? You have a driver?" Mike asked, in awe.

Harvey just nodded. He watched as the kid unlocked his bike and felt a little guilty.

"See you later."

"Yeah, see ya!"

Harvey spent the journey to work eating his bagel and trying to justify this to himself. Mike wasn't that young, really, was he? Yes, there was an age gap, a pretty large one at that, but Harvey remembered being his age. He was young, naive, but he wasn't completely innocent.

No, he'd just do what he always did. Bury himself in some cases and try to forget it.

The next morning, Harvey was almost late to work. He'd waited an extra ten minutes before going in for his coffee, hoping to miss Mike. Seeing him right now wasn't going to help. His blonde co-worker that Harvey suspected was his school friend wasn't there, either, which was a relief. When he only just made it into work, he wondered if it was worth it. Mike was just a guy. He could look at him without going crazy.

After work, at around nine, Harvey walked into the shop. It was the same as before, empty besides Mike and himself.

"Hey, you were late this morning. Oversleep?" he asked as Harvey entered.

Harvey wanted to say no, he was never late but that would mean explaining why he'd waited for him to leave, so he just nodded.

"So, what can I get you?"

"Just a coffee, thanks."

Harvey sat down in the same booth as before, watching Mike clean up out of the corner of his eye. Surely there couldn't be that many jobs that required him to bend over like that.

After a few minutes, Mike eyes the seat across the table from him with a raised eyebrow and Harvey smiled and nodded. Of course. Mike sat down after making himself a soda. Harvey laughed when he popped a bendy straw into the glass.

"A straw? I thought you said you were seventeen, not seven."

"Hey! I have sensitive teeth. Plus... straws are awesome."

Harvey didn't stare as Mike sucked on the straw and he most certainly didn't lick his lips when Mike began to play with it in his mouth.

"So, how was your day?" Mike asked. Harvey was taken aback by the honest behind the question. It wasn't usual for someone to be genuinely interested in a day's work.

"Okay. I was filing briefs for the most part, but I had lunch with an important possible client and I think I'm close to pulling him in."

"Cool. Seriously, I can't wait for law school," Mike said.

"How about you? Was school okay?" Harvey felt weird asking him about school. It was probably his last year, though. It wasn't that bad, was it? Anyway, it's not like he was fucking him. He just thought he was attractive, which he was.

"I guess. We have this stupid fucking dance coming up and I don't want to go but Jenny is trying to make me."

Hearing the word fuck come out of his mouth was strange, but it's not like he hadn't used it at that age.

"Jenny?"

"Yeah, she works here, too. Blonde, pretty."

"Ah. So why don't you want to go?"

"Well... Jenny and Trevor are dating, so they're going together, naturally. But we're all friends and I don't have a date, so I'll just ruin it for them."

"How come you don't have a date?" Harvey asked without thinking. He just couldn't imagine how a boy like this could be dateless.

"There isn't really... a few girls asked me when it got closer to the actual date but I said no," Mike said. He looked up at Harvey almost shyly. "I'm not really into... you know... girls."

Harvey's stomach flipped. Fuck.

"Sorry, fuck, TMI? Trevor keeps telling me to keep it to myself because-"

"No! No, no. I just wouldn't have guessed, that's all," Harvey said quickly, not wanting to offend him.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Completely. I'm not homophobic, if that's what you thought."

Mainly because I'll go either way. Mainly because I've been thinking about my cock between your lips.

Mike smiled, his cheeks pink with embarassment.

"So, why don't you ask a guy?" Harvey asked. He knew the answer, he just wanted Mike to talk more.

"Are you kidding? There's one kid in the school that's out and he's basically a punch bag," Mike said. "Not that I'm ashamed or anything, I just don't even know if there are any... others. Plus, it just seems like a bad idea."

"I understand. Must be hard."

"Not too hard. I only have a few months left now, after all."

Yes. It is his last year, after all.

Harvey had an urge to tell him, let him know in some way that he was into men, but he couldn't think of a way, didn't know why he wanted him to know and, ultimately, knew it probably wouldn't be good.

Besides, just because the kid was gay, it didn't mean he'd be attracted to Harvey. He drained his cup and Mike asked if he wanted a refill. On the house. He knew he shouldn't but he said yes anyway.

"So, do you like your job?" Mike asked as he sat back down. It occured to Harvey that he'd never been asked that before and he had to think about how to answer it, to explain something but he came up short, so he just answered simply with a yes.

"Do you have any interesting things happening at the moment?"

Harvey wanted to say that he wasn't allowed to discuss cases, wouldn't if he could, but he didn't want to put him off. Instead, he reached for something he could talk about.

"Mock trial starts next week."

"Mock trial? Like, a fake trial? Is it a competition?"

"Yeah, something like that," Harvey said."I need to find an actor or two to play my witnesses, but other than that, it should go fine."

They spoke about work and their general schedules for a while, until it was ten o'clock and Harvey decided he really needed to get that work done.

"Goodnight, thanks for the coffee," he said as he left Mike to close up.

"Night, see you tomorrow."