Harvey woke up on time the next morning but somehow ended up running late. Everything seemed to take longer: his hot water wouldn't start for nearly five minutes, he couldn't find his phone or his keys. By the time he got down to the shop, the bike outside was gone. Mike's blonde friend was still there, though. He must have just missed him.

When she handed him his coffee, she slipped him a note and just winked. Once he was safely in his car and on his way to the office, Harvey unfolded it:

Harvey-

Here's my number in case you really can't find anyone for your trial. I take Drama, so I'm sure I can handle it and extra curricular Law, so I'll know what's going on. I'm sure I can get out of class because this would benefit both of those, so just text me to let me know it's you before calling, okay?

-Mike x

Below Mike's surprisingly tidy writing was a cell number but Harvey's eyes didn't get past the last letter. He'd signed it with a kiss? Damn. He entered the number into his phone and typed out a quick text:

Thank you so much for the offer, greatly appreciated. Will let you know if I need help. Harvey x

He erased the kiss and then pressed send just as the car pulled to a stop outside his building. He was glad that it was a Friday, Harvey was tired. The day was uneventful, with Donna being not so subtle with her questions about Mike and the paperwork practically filing itself. At the end of the day, a meeting was called to discuss the mock trial. The idea was that they got the weekend to prepare anything that they needed.

As expected, Harvey got the part of prosecutor. He looked through the file he was given and, damn, that was convenient.

Client: Henderson Oil Services, pressing charges on their accounting firm for knowingly withholding information that could have saved the firm from bankruptcy.

Witness 1: Leila Henderson, CEO of HOS. Aged 35-55.

Witness 2: Mark Wright, summer intern at accounting firm, willing to give evidence. Aged 16-19.

When he arrived at the sandwich shop after work, he didn't see Mike inside. Instead, there was Jenny, standing behind the till, cleaning one of the machines. When he stepped inside, she turned around quickly and jumped.

"Oh! Fuck, you startled me!"

"Sorry... uh, is Mike around by any chance? I need to ask him something."

"No, sorry, it's his night off. I think he's at a party or something."

"Oh, okay, thanks," Harvey said and he left for his apartment.

Maybe he'd just call him. He might answer.

After three rings, the call connected and Harvey heard a lot of background noise before:

"Hellooo?"

"Hello. Are you drunk?"

"No. No. That's illegal."

Definitely drunk.

"If you're going to a party to drink at your age, it's probably not a good idea to answer the phone at said party," Harvey advised.

"But it's you!"

What? What did that mean?

"Yes, well, I got handed my file for Mock Trial today and my second witness is your age. So, is the offer still open? I can get you a letter offering you a few day's work experience to cover it for school."

"Sure! Yeah, that'd be cool."

"Okay, thanks, Mike. Don't let me keep you from your party."

"Awwwh, I'd rather talk to you," Mike slurred. "You're interesting. You have the job I want to have."

It seemed that Mike was a point-out-the-obvious drunk.

"We can talk some other time," Harvey said.

Mike protested some more but the slight moaning noises he was making were sending blood to Harvey's cock so he convinced him and hung up. Shit. He was fully hard now, straining against his zip. He sat down on the couch and pulled his erection out, trying not to think of how Mike had said "but it's you" because Harvey could twist that into meaning that Mike had feelings for him, or something along those lines. He wrapped his hand around his cock and jerked it slowly, thinking about how Mike would look pressed up against him, grinding into him slowly and, fuck, he needed to slow down. Those noises he had made, the half-drunken moans begging Harvey not to hang up, would he sound like that on the end of his cock? He came quickly, thrusting into his fist, biting his lip because he was scared that a certain name might roll off his tongue if he didn't.