Harvey spent the next three days ignoring thoughts of Mike's birthday. When he wasn't right there in front of him, it was easier to forget how much he wanted him. He couldn't help thinking how stupid this was. It couldn't happen, could it? Mike was way too young. Sure, there had been a lot of times when Harvey thought it was definitely more than just physical attraction but... he couldn't do this. But he was just so...

"So... he's pretty isn't he?" Donna asked as she set his coffee down on his desk for him.

"What?" She could read minds. That was it. That was the only explanation.

"It's alright, Harvey. It's his eighteenth soon. You can stop feeling guilty."

"I know."

"You do?" she asked with a grin. "How?"

"Uh..." Fuck. "He just let it slip, that's all."

He could lie. He was damn good at it but he couldn't lie to Donna. Maybe it was because he knew that even if he did, she wouldn't buy it.

"He just let it slip, did he? Well I'm sure that's true," she said and Harvey thought she must know what was going on in his head. Donna left and went back to her desk as Harvey told himself to just ignore everything and get on with his work. He could do this.

That was what he thought until he got a text counting down the days. Then another telling him that Mike wanted him, needed him and he couldn't help but picture it. He typed a message out quickly and almost deleted the whole thing before sending it:

When exactly do I get to fuck you then?

Why had he said that? He panicked for a second about him being still underage but, fuck, he hadn't even touched him yet. He was good. Mike's reply came through fast.

Having party on birthday. Empty house. You should come over then ;)

Harvey knew he would have cringed at the emoticon if it had been anyone else but he couldn't help but find it kind of cute. He still couldn't believe how forward Mike had been. He sent a reply quickly and then pocketed the phone, ignoring Donna's glance from across the room:

I'll think about it.

Harvey forced himself to concentrate on work and ignore his phone until he got home. He checked his messages once he had settled on the couch. There were three:

13:42

Okay, think about it. I'll send you the address if you want it, it's at a friend's place x

15:01

Let me know when you get home tonight. I thought we could discuss our plans

Harvey almost laughed at the way he had put it. It was almost as if they weren't talking about sex.

18:32

I hope you get home soon. I'm so fucking hard for you and I want to wait but I can't stop thinking about what we're going to do.

Oh. Oh. Okay, fuck. Harvey looked at the time. It had only been twenty minutes since that message. He scrolled down to Mike's number in his phone and pressed the call button. After a few rings, Mike answered.

"Hey." His voice was a little deep, breathy and Harvey tried not to think about why. He was going to be the death of him.

"Hi," he replied. He needed to pull himself together. He didn't get flustered. "So, did you wait?"

"What? Oh... yeah, I did," Mike said and Harvey could hear him grinning. "Sort of. I almost didn't."

"What do you mean? Mike, what are you doing?"

"Um... Well I thought you might be working really late again so I didn't think I could wait any longer. Fuck, I was thinking about you all day."

Harvey closed his eyes and took a deep breath. There was something about the way Mike had said that. He liked the idea of him thinking about him a little too much.

"Yeah? What exactly were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that I don't even care about the rest of my birthday. I'm having a party for once and I don't even care, all I can think about is you, Harvey. I want you."

"I..." Harvey paused. For some reason, this was hard to say. "I want you, too."

Mike just chuckled on the end of the line and Harvey couldn't believe he'd let him have the upper hand.

"I know you wont let us doing anything yet but... does this count?" Mike asked.

"This?" Harvey thought Mike's breathing seemed faster than normal but he didn't want to say anything.

"Harvey, I'm naked right now."

"Oh. R-right."

"Right? Is that all you have to say?"

"Why are you naked?" Stupid. Fucking. Question.

"Well, I was having a shower, trying to hold off but then I couldn't stop thinking about what you'd look like in the shower and that was it," Mike breathed. "I got out and was just, er, getting started and then you phoned."

"Oh. Are you still... uh..." Harvey sighed. What was he doing to him? He was the best closer in the city and suddenly he couldn't ask a simple question?

"Well no, I didn't want to make you awkward. I stopped. It was hard. Wait, not that. I mean difficult. To stop," he said. Then, in an undertone: "I'm still hard."

Harvey bit his lip. "You wont make me awkward. I don't mind."

"You sure?" Mike asked but there was definitely a hitch in his breathing. Harvey took a deep breath as he heard a small moan from the other end of the line.

"I'm sure."

"Fuck, Harvey... The fact that you seem to want me too, I can't stop thinking about it."

"Seem to? I thought I'd made it pretty obvious that I did."

"I know, I know, it just seems really unbelievable, okay?" Mike said and Harvey heard a creak that must have been his mattress. He wanted to tell him it shouldn't be, that Mike was the most attractive person he'd ever seen but he didn't want to seem creepy.

Harvey just listened to Mike's breathing, knowing that that was just as creepy but he couldn't bring himself to care.

"I can't wait, you know," Mike said. "You should come to the party. I don't want to have to wait til the next day."

"Yeah... I think I will," Harvey replied. "Make sure you text me the address. Are you sure nobody will find it weird?" Harvey knew it wasn't right. Everyone there was going to be Mike's age.

"I d-don't care." Mike was breathing harder now. "They don't have to know anything, we can go somewhere alone. I just want to see you, Harvey. I want to know what you want to do to me."

"You do?" Harvey asked, a smirk forming on his lips.

"Please, tell me."

"Oh fuck, Mike, I want to do so much to you. I've been trying not to think about it but you're making it so hard."

"Oh?" Harvey could hear Mike laughing softly and he rolled his eyes.

"Not... like that," he said but he couldn't help but laugh.

"So you're saying that I don't make you hard? 'Cause I thought I did the other night."

"I, uh, yeah, okay, you did. You do."

"Would it be terrible if I asked you what you were wearing?" Mike asked.

"Yes. I called you as soon as I got in. I'm wearing a three piece suit."

"Three piece? Like with a vest? Really, Harvey?"

"What? Are you trying to give me fashion advice?"

"No... I just think you should take it off."

Harvey smirked. He couldn't believe Mike kept getting the upper hand.

"Okay." He put his phone on loudspeaker and stood up, removing his jacket and vest quickly.

"Are you actually doing it?" Mike asked.

"I'm down to my shirt, tie and pants," Harvey said. "Want me to keep going?"

"Y-yes. I really want to see what you look like under those suits."

Harvey thought about it for a second. Did he trust Mike? He thought he did. He unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off and then picked up his phone. He took a photo of himself from the waist up and sent it. He heard a bleep, which must have been Mike's message tone.

"Oh. Fuck, Harvey."

"That's all you're getting, okay?" he said, smiling slightly at the way Mike had said his name. He trusted him, but he wasn't stupid.

"Okay. But fuck, take the rest off. You don't have to show me."

Harvey put his phone down again and removed his pants, glad to relieve the pressure on his erection. He heard his message tone ping and picked his phone up. Mike hadn't... he had.

"Fucking hell."

It was all he could say. There, on his phone, was a photograph of Mike, from the navel up. His face was flushed, his hair was wet and he just looked slightly obscene. Harvey couldn't help but look at his collarbones. The caption read "would have been waist up but didn't want to get you in trouble x"

"Is that a good fucking hell?" Mike asked.

"Y-yes. Very good."

"Are you naked now?"

"Yes."

Mike's groan made his cock twitch and Harvey had to bite his lip again to stop himself from making any similar sounds.

"Can't wait to see more of you," Mike said. "Please, tell me what we're going to do."

"Can't wait either," Harvey said. "Can't wait to see all of you. What do you want us to do?"

"I told you before," Mike said. "I want to suck your cock. I want to taste all of you and then I want you to fuck me."

Harvey couldn't help it that time. He groaned. Those words, coming out of Mike's mouth, it was too much.

"I'd like that."

"I've been thinking about it since I first saw you," Mike said. "Are you doing anything? You sounded like you were."

"No, I'm not," he replied. "I just... really liked the sound of what you had in mind."

"So that would be okay?" Mike asked. He knew what he wanted but Harvey knew he was still at least a little nervous.

"Well it is your birthday. It's up to you." Harvey resisted the urge to call him kid.

"Good. I haven't... Just... I haven't exactly done this before, is that okay?"

Fuck. Fuck. Harvey shouldn't have found that sexy. No.

"That's fine. I'll be gentle with you."

"Oh no, please don't be," Mike said with a chuckle. "When I said I wanted you to fuck me, I meant it. I've been thinking about this for so long. Don't hold back."

"Damn, Mike, you're killing me," Harvey breathed. He sat on the hand not holding the phone. He was going to wait. He was at least waiting for the phone call to be over before he dealt with his erection.

"I don't see why you can't just enjoy yourself now, Harvey. You're not doing anything to me."

"It's not the point."

"Well can you at least help me?" Mike asked. "I feel like I've been holding off forever and I can't just do it if I think it's going to make you awkward."

"I told you it didn't."

"I know but-"

"Mike, it doesn't make me awkward. Please... if you feel you need to do something, don't let me stop you. You said something about me helping you?"

"Yeah... I don't know, maybe you could talk to me?"

"Okay."

There was a pause for a second, as if Mike hadn't really expected him to say yes but then Harvey heard a choked off moan.

"What do you want me to say?" he asked.

"I-I don't know... I just need to know that you're there."

"I want you, Mike." It was the only thing he could think right now.

"Why?" Why? Harvey could think of so many reasons. So many.

"I've always wanted you. I noticed you because you were... the only word for it is pretty, really. Look at you. You're fucking pretty. Watching you clean tables got me hard."

"Fuck."

"Yeah, fuck. I've been feeling out of line for ages because I just wanted to spread you over one of those tables... I wish I could just come over now and fuck you."

"Oh, god..."

"You close already, Mike?"

"Y-Yeah... I was pretty much there before I started..." he breathed. Harvey had seen it in the photograph he'd sent. Fuck, he wondered what he must look like now.

"I'm going to tell you what you've been making me think about, okay? I don't want you coming until I'm finished telling you. You're going to need to more self control if this is how you get just from me talking to you."

The noise Mike made was incoherent, but it wasn't a bad one.

"I've been picturing you naked. I've been waking up hard because I've been dreaming about locking the doors of your shop and fucking you up against the counter."

"Really?" Mike's voice was deeper than he'd ever heard it.

"Yes, really. Mike, I've purposely waited for you to leave so I could get my coffee without seeing you because I didn't think I could control myself. Nobody has ever done this to me."

Mike just whimpered. Harvey pictured him and right then, he cursed his conscience.

"I thought I'd be okay, but then you told me you were gay and then suddenly I had a chance and I couldn't help it. I kept picturing you, on your knees, lips around my c-cock."

"Fuck, Harvey, please..."

Harvey smirked. Mike didn't have to do what he told him but he was. Maybe it was because he didn't think he'd come to see him on his birthday if he didn't. No. Harvey didn't think that was why. He wasn't completely evil, though. He'd waited long enough.

"Okay."

That was all he had to say. He heard a groan and Mike breathing and Harvey had to bite down on his lip to stop himself just wrapping his hands around his cock right then. No. He had waited this long. He could wait another minute.

"You alright?" he asked.

"Mmm... Yeah, I'm f-fine," Mike breathed.

"Good. Don't forget to send me that address and what time I should be there."

"Okay. Bye Harvey."

"Bye Mike."

Harvey put his phone down and sighed. What was he getting himself into? He tried to have some self restraint but it was hard after holding off and listening to that, but he paced himself. He sank back as he thrust into his hand. The noises he'd made, fuck. He'd get to hear them in person soon.

He was close and then Harvey couldn't stop himself. He picked up his phone and scrolled through the menus until he got to the photograph Mike had sent him. He was perfect. His eyes were so blue, looking straight at the camera. As always, Harvey was fixated on those lips. He thought about Mike telling him that he wanted to suck his cock and that was it. He was gone. He almost dropped his phone as his orgasm hit, crashing through him hard.

That night, as midnight ticked over. He got another message.

Thanks for earlier, good night. Two days ;) x