A/N: New chapter! Let me know what kind of stuff you guys want thrown in here! This fic is just as much about what I see happening as it is what you'd like to see happen! So without further ado...
"No alcohol for you," Mike chirped as he grabbed an empty glass away from his boss, turning gracefully around and throwing it back up into the cupboard. "Doctor's orders."
"The doctor said I can go back to normal." He challenged, taking the glass back out.
"Yes, and the doctor also said that you should take it easy for a while," he took the glass back. "And that means no alcohol." Putting it away – again – he took the older man's arm and pulled him away, ignoring the groaning protest. "Let's watch a movie."
"Let's not."
"You don't want to watch a movie with me?"
"We've been watching movies for days."
And the stare down began. Jessica had insisted that Harvey take the week off. She'd handed his cases off to whichever senior partners would grab them, and told Mike to not let him touch a single document until he comes back. For the first three days of this week, they'd had a Rocky marathon, a matrix marathon, and had watched a full season of the Simpsons. They'd slummed it out on the couch, and Mike wouldn't let Harvey out of his sight for a minute. As much as Harvey was touched by the concern, he was growing irritated by the new turn on things. It seemed that his puppy had locked the master up in his crate. He was getting stir-crazy.
"You're bored." Mike nodded his head down, trying not to let the realization get to him. He hadn't anticipated that Harvey would get bored – Mike sure hadn't, he'd been quite content to sit and have a quote along with his best friend. But Harvey was high maintenance, and he wouldn't be contented just by Mike's presence. As much as the thought was a slap in the face, he knew that he'd have to accept it.
"Yes, can I go to work now?" Damn. He was expecting that answer, but it struck him hard just the same.
"No."
"Please?"
"Let's do something else then," Mike mused, clicking off the television. "Do you want to-"
His words couldn't compete with the sudden whoosh his lungs gave at the feeling of being suddenly yanked forward from the waist. Before he could register what had happened, he was acutely aware that he was now pressed tightly against the man, face inches apart, and unable to free himself from the strong grip. Not that he could have escaped anyway, what with his mind swirling as Harvey's words danced across his jawbone. "Yeah, I want to." He stepped forward, pressing more firmly against the associate, letting his breath caress his neck and ear.
They hadn't done this. They hadn't spoken about this. They hadn't let themselves think about this. This being what happened in the hospital before they left. This being a don't ask don't tell situation where emotions had run high, and Mike had – briefly – cheated on his girlfriend. Sure, when they'd first arrived back at the apartment they'd remained impossibly close together, curled up on the couch as they begun their marathon, hands tracing each other, nuzzling into each other's necks, playing with each other's hair... but that's all it was, emotions running high because Harvey had had a heart attack and it had totally freaked Mike out. As it should.
But that hadn't changed the fact that Mike had cheated on Rachel – something that he seriously regretted – and Harvey had been the other wo-man – something that he seriously regretted. And yet, somehow, here they were, and somehow Harvey – who oh so hated adultery – was holding onto Mike, pulling him ever closer, and tracing his lips across a taken man's jaw line.
Mike's mind was screaming at him but he couldn't move an inch. His head was spinning and his skin was screaming for more touch. His hands seemed to have minds of their own; they reached up without consent, moving slowly up a muscled back, and wrapping concretely around broad shoulders. He tried to say something, but just as he did, Harvey caught his earlobe between his lips and it came out as more of a sigh than an objection – and that seemed to egg the man on further.
Harvey stepped him backward, sliding his leg between the younger man's and walking him back until the island was in the way. Mike moaned as he felt himself get caught between the two walls – one of which was becoming ever more playful. Soon open mouthed kisses were being placed down from Mike's ear to shoulder, and hands were slowly tickling down his hips to his—
"No." His resolve was coming back, and he pushed the man away from him, ignoring the mix of hurt and lust that had pooled in his dark eyes. "I can't do this to Rachel." He pulled himself up, trying to keep hold of that defiance that he needed – he was seconds away from ripping off their clothes for them.
Harvey's mind seemed to race as he had thousands of voices of inner dialogue warring through his brain. He met Mike's eyes, and now with his usual guarded expression, nodded his head. "Fine." He moved around the counter to the cupboard again, and pulled out the glass. This time Mike didn't stop him.
"Shit." He muttered to himself, hearing the drink being poured behind him. A small voice at the back of his head told him that this had all been a scheme to feed his alcoholism, but the rest of his mind fought that thought back into a little chest to be buried and opened at a later time.
"Where are you going?" He asked, bringing the scotch away from his lips.
"Air." Was the only response he received before he heard the front door slam shut.
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