Title: Glass Houses
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harvey/Gordon
Word Count: 978
Written for: mcqueens_queen, prompt "Harvey/Gordon smut. You know, when they're in Dent's office together near the beginning of the movie."
Gordon doesn't like Harvey Dent. He's new, and he seems a bit too squeaky clean to be entirely real. Gordon doesn't know if he can be trusted. Right now though, he needs him to approve the sting on the banks. He supposes it is a bit too much to expect him to just go along with it, no questions asked, but there's only so much he can risk telling him. He might seem like one of the good guys, but in this town, things aren't necessarily what they appear. So he makes a slight concession; he tells him the names of the banks, and he agrees to see if the Batman will meet him. Dent comes around the table to shake his hand before he leaves.
There's something a little... strange about the handshake. Some sense of unresolved tension. Gordon thinks maybe he's imagining it – it might just be the lack of trust between them – but he's relied on his instincts for too long now to dismiss them like that. Harvey Dent's eyes are very blue. He's a handsome man, Gordon can't deny that. Dent smiles at him, tells him goodbye. Gordon is just about to turn and leave when Harvey stops him.
"Just one more thing," he says, still smiling that amused little smile.
"Yes?" Gordon doesn't have time for this. They need to move quickly; he has no time to play games. He is not expecting to have Dent come up to him, grab his tie, and pull him into a deep kiss. He is too surprised to pull away, and then... well, then he doesn't want to. Harvey Dent is a good kisser, and his lips and tongue have the same slick charm as the rest of him. Maybe Gordon doesn't trust it, but right now, he's willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. Harvey chuckles lightly, turns them round slightly, and pushes him back against his desk. Gordon's brain is just starting to catch up with the rest of him, and is asking what the fuck he thinks he's doing. But Harvey palms his cock through his pants, and all common sense is roughly pushed aside. Good God, this is an amazingly bad idea, but he's done other equally risky things in his career, and this... well, he thinks, they say you can see who people really are when they're fucking you/you're fucking them (he still has no idea how this is going to pan out), and maybe he'll see whether he can trust this guy after all.
"You're thinking about this too much," Harvey tells him, working his hands up under his shirt.
"Yeah, and you're just... doing this on impulse?" Gordon pants in return. He's got a really good view out of the windows from here. He just hopes they're high enough up.
"Well," Harvey tells him, rolling the words in his mouth in between sucking hot, wet kisses that leave Gordon breathless, "I was kinda curious." He grins. "I flipped my dad's lucky coin for it. Heads, I'd give this a try, tails, I'd just stick with the safe stuff."
"Hnnn." Gordon wonders about the sanity of this man. He pulls the hem of Harvey's shirt out of his pants. He must work out; his hand meets solid muscle. He thinks perhaps Harvey and the Batman will get on better than he has expected. It appears they both like doing risky things.
Harvey kisses him again, light and sweet, and undoes the front of his pants. Gordon knows he's hard as hell, and fuck he needs friction, needs Harvey's hand... and that's just what he gets. But it's only a few quick strokes before the other man pulls away. Gordon makes an embarrassingly needy sound in the back of his throat. Harvey's just unbuttoning his own pants too though, and pulling his own hard and blood-flushed cock from his boxers. Gordon moans as their lengths touch, his still held inside cotton now damp with pre-cum. Harvey tugs the underwear down, and takes the both of them in his hand. Gordon is breathing light and fast, leaning back on the desk. He's sure that without it his knees would have buckled under him by now. Harvey groans, and buries his face in Gordon's neck, the motion of his hand speeding up. Gordon can't help but buck into it, feeling the pleasure build along his spine. Fuck, this is good. More than good.
Harvey bites at his throat, sinking teeth into tensed muscle. Gordon barely feels the sting, and anyway, it only makes things better. He's starting to loose track of time, caught up in the feeling of Harvey's skin on his cock, of his hot breath, of his hair lightly tickling at his jawline. Harvey comes first, spine arching, spilling himself onto the bare patch of skin on Gordon's belly where his shirt has rankled up, but he keeps the speed of his strokes up, not slackening off until Gordon finally feels his balls draw up, and ecstasy sweep over him. His cock jerks in Harvey's grip, and his come splatters over his hand.
They stand like that for a few breathless moments before Gordon pulls himself up and tucks himself back in. Harvey watches him with an inscrutable look on his face, lifting his hand to casually lick the sticky mess away. Gordon is still breathing hard. Harvey smirks.
"Perhaps you can trust me a bit more now," he says.
"Maybe," Gordon allows. Truthfully, he's still not totally sure. But yes, he thinks he can trust this man. He can trust this 'White Knight' as they are starting to call him.
He looks back before he leaves the office. Harvey is still standing there, his cock still hanging out, looking like some kind of pin-up. Yes, he is definitely going to have to revise his opinion of Harvey Dent.