Again, sorry for the delay. I was on the road all yesterday and without internet and a computer. And last night, well, Irish pubs and online posting doesn't mix well. Trust me on that one. ;)
Thanks to all of you who are reviewing! Especially you anons, because I can't reply to you, but thanks to everyone! I'm very happy you all seem to be liking this story! 8D
Just so you all know, this one's my personal favorite...
Harvey gently shook Mike as they pulled up next to Harvey's condo.
"Wha?" Mike asked groggily, not bothering to lift his head from Harvey's shoulder.
"Mike, we're here," Harvey whispered to him, ignoring the grin he was seeing from Ray in the rear view mirror.
Mike just sank even more into Harvey than ever, and Harvey's very fun and highly inappropriate dreams came back to him in a flash. He recalled that more than one of them had started out in his car.
"Come on, you have to get up. You have a client meeting, remember?" Harvey lied, hoping the image of animals in need would wake the kid up.
It worked just a little too well. Mike shot up off of Harvey's shoulder and proceeded to hastily climb out of the car. Harvey tried to grab him but he wasn't quick enough. He told Ray to go home and then stepped onto the sidewalk.
Mike was wobbling dangerously as he stared curiously up at the fancy building before them.
"Wasn't I already here?" Mike asked to no one in particular.
Harvey hovered an arm behind Mike in case he fell over, but said, "I don't think so."
Mike frowned as he blinked at the lobby entrance. "I was. That guy lives here."
Harvey smiled wickedly. "What guy? The devilishly handsome one?"
Mike shook his head, stumbling a few steps and looking for all the world like a drunk at three in the afternoon. "Nah, that Harvey Specter jerk. He was an asshole. And his cat was just like him. Stuart was his name. Who names their cat Stuart, anyway?
Harvey shoved down the hurt he felt. Was that how Mike really thought of him? He forced out an amused chuckle, assuming his more usual air of quiet confidence. "I thought he preferred Mr. Whiskers."
Mike nodded, a smile on his face. He turned to look at Harvey only to stop short as his eyes shut tight in pain and his knees buckled. Harvey had been prepared to catch Mike, but it still surprised him. He carefully lifted Mike and proceeded to make his way up to his condo.
When they got there, Harvey nearly dropped the semi-conscious man right on to the marble floors.
His place was a complete mess.
Almost all of his vases were knocked over, strewn around the living room in various sized shards; his rugs were torn to shreds, the fibers sticking up every which way; his 60" high def plasma television set was now lying face down across the coffee table; his couch had huge claw marks in it, the pillows had bites out of them with stuffing spilling from their insides; and worst of all, his Star Trek collection was all over his floor—dare he say it?—out of order!
Harvey took a deep breathe and set Mike down on the only patch of nearby floor not littered with dangerous sharp objects, and waded through his home to the bedroom. It was almost as bad as the living room, but he thought he could put Mike in there without too much personal injury.
He hadn't quite imagined Mike's presence in his bedroom to be so…dull, but he supposed it was better than nothing. Besides, any of his more amorous thoughts had fled at the sight of the carnage that pervaded his home.
Harvey took a moment to collect himself, glanced back to make sure the fake psychic was still mostly out of it, safely tucked under Harvey's thousand thread count sheets of Egyptian cotton, and then stepped carefully back into the fray.
"Oscar. Stuart," he called, eerily calm.
After a minute or two of waiting, the cat and dog appeared. They eyed each other menacingly, and Oscar took up a low growl while Stuart let out a long hiss.
"Hey!" Harvey interrupted. He was contemplating how best to punish them. He didn't want to upset Mike, obviously, and he wasn't one to harm his animals, but this was definitely a punishable offense. Maybe he could lock them on the balcony? Clearly they needed to be separated. He didn't understand what had brought this on, though. They had both been fine with each other since the beginning. What had happened while he was at the zoo?
He was just about to start using his courtroom/yelling at Louis voice when he heard a soft thud from the bedroom followed by groggy cursing. He took his attention off of the animals for a second to turn in Mike's direction.
He saw a surprised and weary Mike for about ten seconds before the tension building behind him snapped.
Oscar growled threateningly at Stuart, who proceeded to latch himself on to Harvey's pants, hissing at the dog. Harvey took a step in surprise, only managing to sink the sharp claws further into his leg and his very expensive suit. Oscar took all of this as a challenge and lunged for the cat, the force sweeping Harvey off his feet and onto the stunned Mike.
There was a burning trail of pain across Harvey's legs as Stuart ran across them, chased by a barking and snapping Oscar. They ran off in the direction of the kitchen and Harvey decided he didn't care. He was pretty sure his suit was ruined and that his legs were bleeding. At least he'd landed on something soft.
Mike!he thought suddenly. He lifted his head to see that he was right on top of the kid's pants, a nice place to be if it had been intentional. Instead it was just awkward.
Mike was writhing beneath him in what Harvey guessed was pain. They'd probably landed atop something, and Harvey realized with a quick glance and a feeling of dread that it was his limited edition, signed Star Trek box sets.
Harvey decided he should probably get off the kid and help him up, so he propped his arms on either side of Mike's hips to get the right leverage.
His wrist twinged in pain and he wondered if he'd twisted it in the fall. Either way, he ended up slipping with his nose hovering right over Mike's crotch.
The blond moaned in pain and looked up at him with dazed confusion on his face, like he had no idea what was happening.
Harvey was about to apologize and give a quick explanation when he heard his front door opening. He turned his head quickly to see an amused looking Donna in the doorway, key dangling from her fingers. Her eyes surveyed the damage to the room before looking back at Harvey.
"Well…this certainly explains a lot," she said smugly.
Hope you enjoyed that bit! ;) I'll definitely have the next chapter up earlier, since my internet will run out at the hotel before tomorrow, so expect about 12 hours or so before the next one.