Harvey stood outside and looked up at the house. He thought about turning back. He wanted to see Mike, he did, but he didn't think it needed to be like this. He wanted to take him out properly or something but Mike was young, he probably wouldn't appreciate a good restaurant. Then again... Harvey was going to be the oldest person in that house by far. He almost didn't keep walking but then his phone buzzed in the pocket of his jeans (they were tailored but still the most casual clothing he owned):

Stop hanging around outside, it makes you look creepy x

He had no choice now. He walked up to the front door and pushed it open; apparently this was the kind of party where they left the door open all night. It wasn't as bad as he'd pictured. There was one girl sitting with her head in her hands on the stairs, evidently too drunk to function but there were no couples strewn in the halls like he'd expected.

"Harvey, hi!" It was Jenny, hanging off the arm of a tall guy that was checking him out with absolutely no subtlety.

"Hey, is Mike around?" A few people were looking at him with worry. Maybe they thought he was family of whoever's house this was. Harvey winced mentally when he realised they were probably wondering if he was the guy's father. He was glad he'd removed his jacket. It was a casual jacket, but still, it made him look older so he'd slung it over his arm when he'd gotten out of the car.

"Last I saw, he went down to the basement," said Jenny's probable boyfriend. "I'm Trevor, by the way. If you need anything, let me know. Or, uh, ask Mike. This might as well be his house, too."

Trevor pointed him towards the stairs and Harvey made his way across the room. He'd expected there to be more people in the basement, so he was surprised when it was just Mike. It felt like ages since he'd seen him and he couldn't help but grin. Whatever nerves he'd had (yes, yes, somehow this kid had made him nervous) evaporated when he saw him sitting on the couch, waiting for him.

"I thought you were going to stand out there all night," he said, motioning to one of the windows. Harvey could see the wheels and lower trim of his car. The windows were set high in the basement wall and Harvey knew Mike must have recognised him from his shoes.

"Sorry... Happy Birthday!" It was all he could think to say. He didn't want to explain why he hadn't come in straight away. "I haven't bought you anything, I'm afraid. I didn't know what you'd prefer, but I thought I could take you out for a meal next time you're free."

The truth was, Harvey didn't think it would look too good if he adorned an eighteen year old with expensive gifts, but again, he wasn't going to say that.

"That's fine. You can be my present."

They both laughed at how lame that had sounded. "Have you been drinking, Mike?"

"A little. Not much. Just enough to make me less nervous."

"You're nervous? Why?"

"Harvey, you've seen yourself. Don't make me explain it. Come on, sit down."

Harvey walked over and sat next to him, wondering how exactly they were supposed to go about this. He set his jacket down on the empty cushion beside him

"Mike, I just want to say, we don't have to rush this. I..." Care about you? Want to do this properly?

"I've waited long enough," Mike said.

Harvey was about to protest, to tell him that maybe they should just watch some tv first or something (not that he was suddenly worried about messing it all up with him, he didn't care, not in the slightest) when Mike was kissing him. For the second time, he'd managed to make him forget everything he was worrying about.

Harvey slid his hands around Mike's waist and pulled, moving him onto his lap. He pulled back a little to look at him, to admire the sight of him straddling his legs and then they collided together again. It wasn't perfect, it was messy and Harvey found himself wondering how many people Mike had even kissed before him.

"Harvey?" Mike asked as he moved back slightly. "Is this a one time thing or... I mean, I'm fine if it is, well, no, but it's better than nothing but I just want to know where this is-"

Harvey kissed him quickly to stop him from babbling, even though he was stupidly cute when he was.

"No. I don't want it to be a one time thing."

Mike smiled and wrapped his arms around Harvey's neck, his fingertips playing with the edge of his shirt collar. Harvey pulled him closer, thinking he'd never get tired of kissing him and Mike moaned against him. Fuck, Harvey thought that might have been the sexiest thing he'd ever heard. He slid his hands down Mike's back and pulled him forwards again, encouraging him to thrust against him, if just to hear him moan again.

Mike was pulling almost desperately at the buttons of his shirt now. Harvey moved his hands to help him but then he thrust against him again, harder, and he forgot what he was doing for a moment. He was sure that if he hadn't been worried for a while and full of sudden... feelings... then he would have been fully hard from the moment he'd seen Mike but, as it was, it had still only taken a few kisses, moans and him writhing around in his lap.

"Harvey, fuck, can we..." Mike breathed, his head falling down into the dip of Harvey's shoulder.

"What?"

"I don't know, I just... oh fuck, I want you so badly."

Harvey wanted to make this last, or at least have Mike at his so they had the next morning... or something, but that wasn't really an option. Mike might be of age now, but he was still young and having him sleep over at his probably wasn't really possible, yet.

"Have you... I know you said you haven't done this before, but have you," Harvey asked, pausing for the best way to put it. He was used to talking to clients, but not about anal preparation, "experimented?"

"Yeah, don't worry. I'll be fine," Mike said. "Wait, fuck. What about... shall I run upstairs and see if I can find Trevor's lube?"

Harvey shook his head and pushed Mike back a little so he could reach into his jacket pocket and he pulled out a medium sized bottle of lubricant and some condoms. He hadn't known how much he'd need, what with it being Mike's first time.

"So, uh, where are we doing this?" Harvey asked, half annoyed that they hadn't planned this better, half enjoying it.

"I'm fine like this," Mike said, grinning and grinding his crotch into Harvey's again.

"A-Are you sure?" Harvey asked. He didn't want this to be harder than it needed to be.

"Please, I want it like this."

This was going to be an issue, he knew it was. There was no way he was going to be able to say no to Mike when he looked at him like that and he knew he'd have to do something about it. Later. Mike was pulling at his shirt again, unbuttoning it quickly and staring at each inch of skin he uncovered. Harvey tried not to smirk too much when Mike licked his lips as he pulled his shirt open fully.

"I... fuck," he breathed.

Harvey pushed away from the couch, letting Mike pull the shirt off of his back. He gasped as Mike started to kiss and lick at his newly revealed shoulders and chest, his fingers running all over him. Harvey grasped the hem of Mike's tshirt and pulled, tugging it off over his head. Now it was his turn to stare. He was perfect, of course he was. Not the chiselled "perfection" he was used to seeing at the gym, but real perfection. His skin was soft, pale. He had a freckle or two near the top of his left shoulder. He was thin but lightly toned, from youth rather than carefully planned workouts and his collarbones and shoulders jutted out just the right amount from it. Harvey wanted to run his hands all over him, study every part of him, but the look on Mike's face told him he wasn't going to let him. Not yet.

They moved over each other, skin on skin now as they kissed. Their kisses had improved already. They'd gotten used to each other, no more butting of noses, less teeth but more tongue as Mike rolled his hips again. Harvey groaned into his mouth as he did so and slid his hands down to the waistband of Mike's jeans, fumbling with the zip. He could feel Mike's erection through the denim and he couldn't resist running his thumb over it, teasing a small whimper out of him. Mike placed a hand on his chest and pushed himself up, raising himself off of his lap to let Harvey start to work his jeans down.

Mike reached down and unzipped Harvey and there was much thrusting and grasping at each other as they kicked their jeans and underwear onto the floor. It would have been much quicker if Mike had just stood up, separated from Harvey for all of five seconds, but at that moment, it didn't really seem like an option.

"Finally," Harvey said with a smirk as he pulled Mike into him again, their cocks pressing together between their bodies. He reached down and stroked them together but Mike shook his head.

"No, fuck, I don't think I could last too long... Just fuck me..."

Harvey really wanted to keep going, but as much as he liked seeing Mike writhe around in his lap, he really wanted, needed to see him like that on his cock. He picked up the bottle of lube and uncapped it, spreading as much on his fingers as he could. Mike wrapped his arms around Harvey's neck and leant back. The younger man squirmed as his fingers made contact, pressing into him but he was gentle. He worked them into him, opening him up and he was surprised at how little effort it took. Not that Mike wasn't the tightest thing he'd ever felt, no, he really was, but he'd expected more resistance, more wincing from Mike.

When he was sure he was ready, Mike had only flinched twice and he was still half hard.

"You alright?" he asked as he picked one of the condoms. Mike nodded and kissed him, running his hands over his body again. By the time he'd rolled the condom on (he was clean, he knew it, but he didn't expect Mike to trust that, nor did he want to teach him to do things like that), Mike was fully hard again and trying to climb straight onto him.

"Hey, hey, slow down," Harvey said, even thought he wanted the exact opposite. He applied more than enough lube to his cock and then he held Mike by the hips, supporting him as him as he slowly lowered down onto it.

Harvey had to bite his lip to stop himself from thrusting up hard as he felt Mike moving down onto him. He held him firmly as he waited for him to adjust and Mike leant forwards to kiss him and, fuck, that changed the angle.

"Shall I... start moving?" Mike asked and Harvey could only nod. He continued to grasp his hips, helping him move back up and sink down again. Mike gasped and did it again, eyes fluttering as he moved and Harvey was torn between throwing his head back and focusing on the sensation and just watching Mike. Suddenly, Mike's hands were on his, grasping his fingers and tightening them over his hips. Harvey looked at him questioningly, not knowing if it meant what he assumed it did.

Mike let out a noise that sounded like please and pulled at his wrists, urging them to move and Harvey went with it, gently at first in case he'd gotten it wrong. He thrust up into him as he pulled him down and Mike just stared at him intently, his lips parting slightly.

"Keep going, please," he breathed.

"You sure?"

"I told you, want you to fuck me."

Harvey didn't think he'd get tired of Mike saying things like that. He lifted him and pulled him back down, harder when he started to beg him to and it was perfect. He wanted to do more, he wanted to continue stroking Mike's cock like before but it already looked like he wasn't going to last very long. Harvey could feel Mike's breath on his shoulder as he lowered his head, leaning against him and thrusting.

"Fuck, Harvey... I think, ngh..." Mike breathed, not finishing his sentence when Harvey reached down and squeezed his cock, letting his thumb brush over the head before he started to stroke it fast. He'd wanted this to last, but now he had him like this, all he wanted was to see Mike come. He looked so debauched, it was obscene and with a few flicks of his wrists, his other hand still pulling him down hard onto his cock, Harvey had him twitching and gasping in his lap.

The sounds Mike made as he came, coupled with the sensation of him tensing and clenching around him were enough to bring Harvey to the edge. When Mike started to come down, he slid his hand back to his hip and grasped him hard, thrusting urgently and kissing him.

Harvey was almost there, the pleasure coiling at the base of his spine and then it was too much. Mike was breathing his name and he didn't think he'd ever heard anything like it. They stayed together for a long time, kissing and just enjoying being there but after a while, Harvey became aware of the noises upstairs and realised that it probably wouldn't be good if he stayed for too long.

"Mike, I wish I didn't have to leave," he said.

"Do you? I mean... Can't I come with you or something?"

"No. It wouldn't be right. Not yet,'" Harvey said. "Don't worry, we'll work something out, soon, I promise."

"I... This has been the best birthday."

Harvey knew he was trying to say something but didn't want to straight out thank him for the sex, because that would be weird.

"I'm glad it was good for you, too. We should, er..." Harvey motioned to his lap and Mike smiled before easing himself up so they could pull apart, finally.

There were final kisses and smirks as they pulled their clothes on. It was weird. Harvey hadn't done this in a while. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had sex with someone who he fully planned to see again.

"I might just... sleep, I think," Mike said. "I'm staying here anyway and I don't really want Trevor and Jenny asking questions."

"Okay... well, I'll be off, I guess," Harvey said, resisting the urge to say something overly stereotypical. "I'll phone you tomorrow, so we can arrange when we can go out for a meal."

He left Mike curling up on the sofa, pulling a blanket over himself. He wished more than anything that he could have taken him home with him.