Mike wakes up the morning with Harvey's scent all around him and a dull ache in his ass that's a result of a good fucking. His arms twinge slightly as he stretches them over his head and as he lowers them back to inspect them, he notices the faint purple marks around his wrists, and small finger shaped bruises. He runs his fingers over them gently and Harvey appears in the doorway cradling a mug that can only be coffee, given the glorious smell that's wafting towards him. He's wearing old track pants slung low on his hips and no shirt and Mike's stomach flips.
"Sorry about those," Harvey says, nodding towards Mike's wrists and Mike smiles gently.
"No need, I like it," Harvey looks back at him with an unreadable expression so Mike kicks off the duvet and stretches again, loving the heavy feel of Harvey's gaze, "morning."
Harvey laughs and pushes himself off the door way, drops the coffee onto the dresser and crawls over Mike.
"Morning," his voice is low and it rumbles in Mike's chest as Harvey presses his hips down lazily into Mike's, "Did you sleep?" Harvey's fingers slide into Mike's hair and Mike feels himself practically purr.
"Yes, thank you," he says and Harvey makes a noise of approval as Mike wraps one leg around his and pulls him closer, "although that could have been the thorough fucking you gave me last night," he says and wiggles slightly. He's rewarded with a low growl from Harvey as his eyes slip shut briefly. When he opens them again, they're dark and Mike has to swallow.
"Feels like the rookie is up for round two," Harvey says, voice low yet amused and Mike shifts again.
"I could go all day," he says with a grin and Harvey raises an eyebrow, shivers slightly as Mike draws his hand up Harvey's spine.
"Sadly, kid, us grown ups have to go to work," he goes to pull away but Mike wraps both legs around him and wraps his hands around his own wrists around Harvey's neck, winces slightly as he presses into the bruises.
"Nope," he says and Harvey smiles lightly, shifts and Mike can feel his dick harden against his own. He unwinds his arms and pushes his hands into the back of Harvey's pants, cupping at Harvey's ass and pulling him closer, arching up into him and Harvey groans, presses his forehead to Mike's.
"I think you might be trying to kill me," Harvey says and Mike chuckles, pushes Harvey's pants down and Harvey manages to kick them completely off without leaving Mike's body.
"Now why would I want to do that?" Mike asks, taking Harvey's dick in his hand and drawing it upwards, running his thumb nail over the slit and Harvey bites down on Mike's shoulder. "Except maybe…" Mike continues, bowing his back upwards, pressing his chest to Harvey's, "if I do this long enough," Harvey slides his fingers around Mike's thigh, thumb pressing gently to his ass, "you'll change your will," Harvey's thumb pushes inside, dry and without warning and Mike gasps, pushing down against the burn, fingers around Harvey's dick tightening, "and leave me everything," Harvey chuckles against Mike's neck, the chuckle dying as Mike twists his hand.
"That's your plan huh?" Harvey asks, pulling his thumb out and Mike can't help the whine that leaves his throat. Harvey grips at his hip, his thumb stroking over the bone and pulls away to reach for lube and a condom.
"I'm contemplating it," Mike says, a little breathlessly and Harvey smirks, flipping the lid of the lube open and pouring it onto his fingers. Mike licks his lips, spreads his legs wider. He hooks a leg over Harvey's shoulder as Harvey slides his fingers along the crease of Mike's ass.
"What makes you think I would change my will?" he says, pushing a long finger inside Mike. Mike clutches at his shoulders, wants to mark Harvey's skin the same way Harvey marked his. Harvey adds another before Mike can answer, stretches Mike slowly, pushing in deep and then pulling out, adding a third and stilling.
"Because I'm damn good," Mike manages to say and Harvey chuckles, curls his fingers and presses that spot inside Mike that has him pressing his hips down for more at the same time as arching his back and groaning loud.
"You think so?" Harvey asks, curling his fingers again before sliding them out. Mike whines again, feels spread out and wants more. It doesn't take Harvey long though to roll a condom over his dick and line himself up.
"I know so," Mike says and then Harvey's pushing in, in one long slow movement, all the way in and Mike can only bite on his bottom lip and try to remember how to breathe. Harvey pauses as he bottoms out and Mike looks at him, lifts his hands from Harvey's shoulders and slides his thumbs across Harvey's cheeks, mirroring the way Harvey did it last night to Mike. "Fuck me."
And Harvey does. Pulls out and thrusts back in hard enough that Mike's breath leaves him in a rush, a small grunt escaping him as he holds onto Harvey's shoulders again. Harvey leans down and kisses Mike roughly, his lips sliding over Mike's as he thrusts in, and he pulls Mike's lower lip between his teeth, worries the skin, fucking Mike hard and fast and comes, almost too quickly, with a cry, pushing hard inside of Mike, the tip of his dick sliding over his prostate again and Mike comes too, comes between them, hot against his own skin.
"I think you'll find that I'm damn good," Harvey mutters, slipping out of Mike, kissing him as Mike winces slightly. Mike hums in consent, stretches slightly as Harvey stands and pulls off the condom. "Now Princess," Harvey says, slapping at Mike's foot, "I assume you take ages in the shower so get the first one and hurry that pretty little ass up," he says and Mike groans as he stands but smirks as he wanders into the bathroom and feels Harvey's gaze on him.
Harvey can't help himself from having Mike again in the shower, tiles slick and cool against his palms and Mike's legs hot around his waist, pushing into Mike's body and mouthing at Mike's neck. It's been a while since Harvey had sex twice before work, but the kid just grins as Harvey slips into the shower behind him, presses his ass back against Harvey's dick and Harvey can't help himself.
There's something about the kid, something about his confidence and natural intelligence that has Harvey gravitating towards him, wanting to question the kid about everything, his past, his secrets, his aspirations. Kyle was a willing body, a pretty one, but just a body. Mike, well Mike is in danger of becoming something more.
Mike groans, comes against Harvey's chest and lets his head fall back against the shower wall, a satisfied, fucked out smile on his face and Harvey can't honestly find it in him to care right now.
Harvey smirks at Mike as he winces getting dressed and Mike sticks his tongue out, but grins afterwards and accepts the mug of coffee that Harvey pushes into his hand. Mike kisses him and Harvey feels the arousal coil in his belly again as he pushes Mike against the kitchen counter.
"Pretty spry for an old man," Mike quips as Harvey mouths at his jaw line. Harvey pulls away and playfully smacks at his ass.
"I didn't know insulting me was part of your job description," he says and Mike grins, takes a sip of coffee, his eyes slipping closed as he swallows.
"That I do for free," he says and Harvey snorts, pulls on his suit jacket.
"What a humanitarian," Mike grins again, drops his coffee mug into the sink and reaches out to button Harvey's jacket. He smoothes his hands across the material, makes a satisfied nod and lets him go. Harvey cups at his face, kisses him slow and deep and Mike hums into his mouth.
"You don't want to be late for work, dear," he says as Harvey pulls away and Harvey laughs again and ushers Mike out of the apartment and into the elevator.
Mike kisses him briefly as Ray pulls up outside Trevor's, but his lips linger against Harvey's.
"Thank you," Harvey says quietly and he feels Mike smile against his mouth.
"The pleasure was all mine," he says, and is gone before Harvey can respond.
"You're walking a little funny there, Ross, you ok?" Kyle's knowing smirk is enough to make Mike want to punch his pretty face. Almost, if Kyle wasn't currently leaning against the door to Mike's bedroom, topless, having just been for a session in the gym.
Mike's obviously highly sexed right now, even after last night and the two times this morning, because all he can think about is the way a bead of sweat drips down between Kyle's pectorals.
"Fuck you," he says with no real malice and Kyle laughs, pushes himself off the door frame and flops onto Mike's bed, "do you mind? I don't want sweat on my sheets," Kyle raises an eyebrow and lazily scratches at his stomach, one hand behind his head as he watches Mike move around his room.
"I'm sure you've had worse, Ross," he quips back and Mike throws his jeans at him. Kyle throws them on the floor and sits up, crossing his legs beneath him, "hey, wanna braid each other's hair and swap stories about Harvey?" he says in a high pitched voice. He flutters his eyelashes at Mike and Mike can't help but laugh.
"Not really," he replies, his thigh muscles protest slightly as he bends to pick his jeans up off the floor and Kyle raises an eyebrow at his wince.
"He's…vigorous, isn't he?" Kyle asks and Mike groans.
"Really Kyle? You actually want me to tell you?" Kyle shrugs, but there's a slight glimmer in his eyes like he's waiting for Mike to talk and Mike sighs, runs a hand through his hair and tries to ignore the lingering scent of Harvey on his skin. Mike kneels on the end of his bed, Kyle watches him, licks his lips as Mike crawls forward and presses one hand to Kyle's chest. He goes down easily as Mike advances and then Mike's looking down at him and drawing a hand through the sweat of Kyle's stomach. His muscles twitch under Mike's touch. "You want to hear how he fucked me once last night and twice this morning?" Kyle's breath hitches and Mike's fingers dip below the waist band of his jogging shorts.
"Only twice?" Kyle asks, smirking and Mike digs his fingers into his skin. Kyle grimaces, twists slightly and Mike flattens his hand out, pushes his shorts down slightly and leans down to nip at Kyle's hip. "Come on, Ross," Kyle whines and Mike pulls away.
"What? What do you want Durant?" Mike asks and Kyle pushes his hips upwards. Mike can see the clear outline of his half hard dick through his shorts and despite being fucked three times in the last twelve hours, his mouth waters and his own dick twitches.
"I believe," Kyle breaks off as Mike pushes his hand into his shorts and curls his fingers around Kyle's dick, "that its your turn, Ross," Kyle says, then pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as Mike leans down again and pulls Kyle's shorts off his hips, throwing them over his shoulder. Mike spans his hands across Kyle's thighs, blows a stream of cool air across his dick and the muscles under his palm twitch. "He likes to be teased," Kyle says, voice strained as he tries to arch upwards but Mike's strong pressure on his thighs keeps him still, "Harvey does, likes to be teased a little," Mike licks at the tip of Kyle's dick, tasting the now familiar taste of Kyle and Kyle grunts. Mike licks up the length of Kyle's dick, pulls the head into his mouth and sucks hard on it and Kyle lets out a stream of expletives, fingers gripping at Mike's hair. Mike rubs his tongue along the underside of Kyle's dick, pulling off completely to lick at the slit again. "Yes, like that," he mutters, untangling his fingers from Mike's hair and pulling his hands up to his hips. Kyle pushes on his thumbs and Mike gets the picture, rubs at his hipbones and digs his fingers in slightly and Kyle hums in consent. Mike continues to tease, gentle swipes of his thumbs, brushing over soft skin, small licks with his tongue over the slit, sucking the head of Kyle's dick into his mouth until Kyle growls low in his throat, "enough," he spits out, "suck me like you mean it," he says and Mike sinks low, swallows around him till Kyle's dick hits the back of his throat. Mike just breathes through it, hums slightly, swallows again and Kyle groans, tangles his fingers into Mike's hair and pulls. Mike lets himself be manoeuvred, Kyle uses the grip on Mike's hair to pull him up and down and Mike moves his tongue, curls it around Kyle's dick, rubs it along the underside, swirls it around the head as Kyle pulls him off. "Harvey takes control," Kyle says and Mike hums again, curls his fingers around the base of Kyle's dick and Kyle bucks up, "and you'll love every second," Mike sinks all the way down, presses his nose to Kyle's stomach and feels something in Kyle snap and he pushes upwards, fucks Mike's mouth, holds his head still with a tight grip in his hair, "you'll…fucking…love it," Kyle punctuates each word with a thrust of his hips and Mike's eyes water, his fingers digging into Kyle's hips. Kyle grunts, his hips stutter and he comes and Mike just swallows it all, sucking him through his orgasm like Kyle did to Mike last time until Kyle twitches and pushes Mike off. "And he'll come in your mouth," he says, pulling Mike up and kissing him, licking along the roof of Mike's mouth to taste himself, "and you'll swallow it like a good boy," Kyle mutters against Mike's mouth. Mike pokes a finger into Kyle's ribs and pulls away to avoid Kyle's uncoordinated swat.
"Aren't you a cocky shit when you're getting your dick sucked," he says and Kyle smirks lazily, stretches out on Mike's bed completely unashamed by his nakedness. There's a dull throbbing in Mike's dick and he presses the palm of his heel into it and Kyle smirks again.
"I would help out with that, but…" he stands on slightly shaking legs and finds his shorts, pulls them up his thighs and pats Mike's cheek, "I can't be bothered," he laughs at Mike's half-hearted glare.
"To be honest, I'd rather deal with it myself, you tend to be a little uncoordinated," he replies and Kyle raises an eyebrow but shrugs and saunters out of Mike's room.
Mike's exhausted, he can taste Kyle, but still feel Harvey and he shakes his head slightly to clear it. The throbbing in his dick is lessening and normally Mike would deal with it, jerk off quickly in a hot shower, but he's too tired to do anything except fall into bed, rut lazily once or twice against his sheets and fall asleep.
Harvey's busy on his phone, avoiding conversation with Trevor when Mike walks through the door in his tux. It's been three days since he last saw Mike and he's slightly worried to find that he's missed the kid. Mike's bow tie is the perfect colour against his eyes, a blue that usually Harvey would find crass on anyone else, but on Mike it's practically breathtaking, matching with the handkerchief in his top pocket. He grins at Harvey and holds his arms out like he's waiting for Harvey's approval. Harvey nods once and Mike's grin widens and he practically bounds towards him. Harvey wants to kiss him, he feels his lips curl into a smile as Mike gets nearer and then Mike's standing close, paying no attention to Trevor, and he's kissing Harvey. It's hot and dirty, promises more later, but it's far too brief and Mike pulls away, licks slowly at his lips.
"Hi," he says and Harvey lets out a small laugh, hooks an arm around Mike's waist and pushes him gently towards the door.
"Have fun," Trevor calls, and Harvey throws a glare at him. He doesn't know why, but Trevor just gets his hackles up, something about how he looks at Mike, about how he smirks at Harvey like he's got a secret. Harvey shakes himself and watches Mike stroll down to the car and Ray grins as Mike hands him a CD. Mike slips into the car and Harvey raises an eyebrow at Ray. Ray just shrugs, taps the side of his nose and holds the door open for Harvey.
Mike's grinning as Harvey sits and Harvey cocks his head to the side. There's a soft jazz playing through the speakers, one that Harvey would have chosen himself if he'd thought about it and Mike grins even wider.
"You strike me as a jazz guy," Mike says and Harvey pulls him close, kisses him like he wanted to in the house and Mike groans into his mouth. Harvey pulls him into his lap, pushes his fingers into the back of Mike's pants.
"Missed me did you?" Mike mutters and Harvey bites on his bottom lip, "why don't we skip the party?" Mike says quietly, wriggling in a way that makes Harvey groan into Mike's mouth.
"Sadly, rookie, I have to be there, but you just smile and look pretty and we'll be out of there before you know it," he replies and Mike grins, kisses Harvey quickly once and crawls off his lap. He straightens out his jacket, almost delicate fingers brushing at the fabric unnecessarily until Harvey pulls his hands away. "Stop that," he says in his low voice and Mike shivers minutely, eyes sliding over to Harvey's, darkening slightly as he blinks slowly. iHuh/i, Harvey thinks, curls his fingers under Mike's chin and searches his face. "We'll explore that particular reaction later, kid," he says and Mike blinks again, slowly, like he's drunk and Harvey can't help but lean forward and kiss him. Mike reacts instantly, surging forwards and kissing Harvey back, he crawls back into Harvey's lap and tugs at the bottom of Harvey's shirt.
"Mike," Harvey says as Mike lifts his hands to Harvey's bowtie. Harvey covers his hands with his own, "later kid," Mike seems to shake himself, lowers his head to Harvey's shoulder and draws a ragged breath in.
"Sorry," he mutters, sitting back down next to Harvey, his body vibrating slightly. Harvey places a hand on his leg and Mike stills, covers it with his own and flashes a brilliant smile. "I don't usually let myself lose control like that," he says. Harvey smiles back at him, turns his hand upwards and briefly squeezes Mike's fingers before pulling his hand away. Ray slides the car to a stop.
"I'm not complaining, I just don't want to go in there with come all over my pants," he smiles and opens the car door. Mike takes a deep breathe and follows him out.
The event isn't as interesting as the last one, but Mike smiles pleasantly at Jessica who greets him fondly before whisking Harvey away. Harvey gives him an apologetic look over his shoulder as he's swallowed up by the crowd and Mike is left alone.
He takes the opportunity to berate himself for losing control in the car, he's usually able to control those submissive desires, the ones that make him shiver whenever anyone orders him to do something, but Harvey's words, however menial and meaningless had triggered something that caused Mike to forget himself, if only for an instant. Mike's had other clients since meeting Harvey, a few regulars from before, but none have got under Mike's skin like Harvey has, and Mike doesn't find himself thinking about any of them once he's left their company. None except Harvey. And Mike's found himself with his hand around his hard dick and the memory of Harvey's hands on him on more than one occasion. It's disorientating for someone so in control of their life, like Mike, to suddenly feel it slipping. And if he wasn't so fascinated by the man, he would have called the whole thing off after the first evening.
He takes a deep breath as he catches sight of Harvey across the room. Harvey lifts his glass, winks and Mike smiles back, lifting his head in greeting.
"So you're the one Harvey's been gushing about," Mike turns to find a small man standing next to him. Well he's not that small, but he looks it, and Mike can tell he's got a short man complex, from just looking at him. He looks like a cross between a ferret and a rat and Mike tries not to snort at the image.
"Harvey's been gushing?" Mike asks, grabbing another flute of champagne as a waiter passes. The man shrugs.
"Well, he mentioned you…for Harvey that's gushing," he drains his glass, "Louis Litt," Louis runs his eyes over Mike's body and Mike resists the urge to shudder and puts his hand into Louis's outstretched one.
"Harvey's never mentioned you," Mike says and Louis bristles visibly.
"That's because he's not worth mentioning," Harvey says by Mike's ear, voice low enough that it causes Mike to shiver and lean back against Harvey slightly, but loud enough that Louis scoffs.
"I heard that," Louis says and Harvey's fingers twitch against Mike's hip.
"You were meant to," Louis glares at them both and wanders off. "You ok?" Harvey asks, sliding his hand around Mike's waist to lay it flat against his stomach, and even through Mike's jacket and shirt he can feel the heat of his palm.
"Fine," he replies, "You know, I don't need saving," Mike regretfully pulls away from Harvey's grasp and turns to face him. Something akin to disappointment flashes across Harvey's face but he masks it, one side of his mouth curling upwards.
"Really Princess?" he says and Mike can't help but laugh.
"I think I prefer rookie," he replies and Harvey hooks his fingers under his chin and leans forward far enough to plant a kiss on his lips.
"Stay out of trouble rookie," Harvey whispers and slides off back through the crowd.
"What is the oldest book in the Harvard Library collection," Mike catches the question and immediately thinks Bible, someone answers the same and whoever asked the questions replies with a smirk in his voice. Louis Litt, Mike thinks.
"Wrong. The Gutenberg Bible," Mike catches sight of Harvey watching the group gathered together and makes his way over.
"Everyone knows it's the Gutenberg Bible," the person who answered says.
"Yes but you didn't say it. The rules dictate that you must be precise as the law is a very precise endeavour," Mike slides his arm around Harvey's waist and presses his lips to his shoulder. Harvey turns his head towards him, a smile creasing up the corners of his eyes, but he looks back at the group.
"Harvard Law trivia," he explains as the crowd jeer, his hand covering Mike's. He leans back into Mike to make himself heard and Mike rubs his cheek against Harvey's. "The Harvard douche Associates are playing their usual game, Louis is the Quiz Master," Mike presses his lips to Harvey's jaw and is rewarded with a low hum.
"How many supreme court justices are from our alma mata?" Louis asks the next person and they look pleased with themselves.
"5," he answers. Wrong, thinks Mike. The crowd claps and people hand over money. The Associate looks so pleased with himself that Mike wants to wipe that smug look of his face.
"The answers wrong," Mike says loudly before he can stop himself and everyone looks at him. Harvey pulls out of his grasp and lowers his eyebrows and Mike can't tell his he's angry or confused.
"Scalia, Roberts, Kennedy, Brier, Kagan," Louis says, holding up one finger for each name.
"Ginsburg," Mike finishes and Harvey lets out a small laugh beside him, turning his gaze to Louis with an amused expression.
"Ruth Bader Ginsburg went to Columbia," the douche bag who answered wrong says and Mike takes a step forward, Harvey's hand lingering of his lower back.
"She graduated from Columbia after she attended Harvard for two years," Mike says and he can see the people around him gape, "the question was phrased how many Justices were from Harvard, well she was on the Harvard Law Review. When she arrived at Columbia as a transfer she was from Harvard," he says and Louis looks vaguely amused, the douche bag looks like he's going to burst a vein in his forehead, "the rules dictate that you must be precise as the law is a precise endeavour," Mike finishes and Harvey throws an arm over his shoulder. Louis looks impressed and points at Mike.
"He should be your Associate, Harvey," he says and Mike glances at Harvey who looks back at Mike with a mixture of confusion, amusement and pride. Mike resists the urge to preen.
"I know," Harvey says, eyes fixed on Mike and Mike feels an oncoming heavy conversation.
Harvey doesn't say anything to Mike the rest of the evening, which doesn't last long as half an hour after the Harvard Justice's debacle, Harvey's ushering Mike into the car and shutting the rest of the world out. Ray nods hello, turns on the same soft jazz and closes the partition.
"What was that?" Harvey asks and Mike frowns, goes for innocence and spares Harvey a brief glance.
"What was what?" Harvey scoffs, reaches out to Mike and turns his head towards him with gentle fingers on his chin.
"You know what," Harvey says and Mike swallows. Harvey runs his thumb down Mike's neck, over his throat and Mike doesn't want to talk, he leans forward but Harvey flattens his hand out against Mike's chest and holds him at arms length.
"I read up on Harvard years ago…I guess I remembered it," Harvey raises an eyebrow, "What? I like to read," Mike says, shrugging and looking away. Harvey moves to catch his eye, an eyebrow raised.
"You like to read…about Harvard Law?" he asks and Mike shrugs again. "Come on Mike, there's something you're not telling me."
Mike sighs, heavily, runs a hand through his hair.
"I like to read," he says again and holds his hand up as Harvey opens his mouth to say something, "and once I read something, I understand it, and once I understand it, I remember it," he finishes and Harvey frowns slightly.
"Does it only work with reading?"
"…no," Mike shakes his head slightly, glances at Harvey. He's staring back at Mike with an expression that Mike can't read, but it's intense and Mike shifts.
"So when you said you would remember everything?" Harvey says and Mike nods, shifts closer to him and places a hand on Harvey's thigh.
"I meant it," Mike replies and Harvey moves suddenly, reaching out to Mike, trapping his face between his hands, he searches Mike's eyes for something, then kisses him, hard and desperate and Mike whines, clutches at Harvey's lapels.
The car jolts slightly and Harvey pulls away, runs his thumb over Mike's cheek.
"Eidetic?" Mike ducks out of Harvey's grasp.
"Not officially," he says and Harvey opens the car door.
"You could be so much more," he says before he slips out and Mike feels something inside him bubble, some latent anger and he's out of the car before he can even think, grabbing at Harvey's sleeve and jerking him around.
"You think that little of what I do?" he demands, "You think this isn't rewarding for me? You think I would do something I don't want to?" Harvey pulls his arm out of Mike's grasp and frowns at him.
"That's not what I meant," he says, smoothing the material on his sleeve.
"I meant what I said back there Harvey, I don't need saving," Mike snaps, turning away from Harvey. He sticks his hand out to hail a cab and Harvey curls his fingers around his wrist, turns him back.
"I'm not trying to save you," he says and Mike looks down at his fingers wrapped around his wrist, remembers Harvey's hands around them and his dark words in Mike's ear. Harvey lets him go, "But, don't you ever…" Harvey trails off and Mike feels the anger bubble again.
"What? Want more? No, not really. I'm good at what I do, I enjoy it, and I get paid, a stupid amount sometimes. I'm happy. Which is more than I can say for you," he pokes Harvey in the chest and turns around again.
"I'm happy," Harvey replies, but his voice is quiet, more like he's trying to convince himself, rather than trying to convince Mike. Mike sighs, shuts his eyes briefly and turns back to Harvey. Something about the look on Harvey's face makes Mike press his palm to Harvey's chest.
"No you're not," Mike says and Harvey's eye narrow slightly, Mike drops his hand and shoves them both into his pockets, "Look, some of my clients use me because I'm good. Some of them are just world weary and need someone to take that away….and I think that's what you need me for, Harvey. You have this aura around you…" Harvey cracks an eyebrow, a smile forming on the corner of his lips.
"Aura? What colour is it? Does it sparkle?" Mike glares childishly.
"Shut up," he pushes at Harvey's shoulder gently but then sobers, "you have this aura of being big and bad and having no feelings but its bullshit," Harvey's face flickers with emotion but he stays still, "and I see through it. I think you feel deeply but you're too scared to show it, so you fight back instead and insult the people that are trying to help you," Mike finishes and Harvey sighs.
"Mike…" Mike takes a step forward, curling his hand around Harvey's neck, fingers stroking against the nape of his neck and Harvey's eyes shut briefly.
"You don't have to hide with me Harvey, and you can't either, I'm paid to read people," Mike says and Harvey's eyes open and he leans forward to kiss Mike, pulling him tight against his body with a hot hand against the small of his back.
"You don't have to hide with me," Harvey responds, his forehead pressed to Mike's. He pulls away and then sighs, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "Come inside with me, Mike."
They both ignore the unsaid please and Mike lets Harvey press his hand to Mike's back and guide him inside.