Mike couldn't believe he had cried. Like a baby. In front of Harvey. While Harvey was getting him off. He had cried. But, God, it just felt so goddamn good, and Mike had needed that so badly, and his body couldn't just lay there and feel it, it had to actively participate. And Mike just knew Harvey thought he was a freak because he had cried. Harvey pushed Mike into the bathroom in the pharmacy and handed him a pair of shorts and a t-shirt he had just bought for him. As Harvey shut the door behind them Mike shuddered, the room was suddenly, entirely too small. And then Harvey was crowding him, unclasping his belt, undoing his zipper, pulling his pants down as Mike struggled to remove his shoes first. When Harvey finally had Mike's pants around his feet he started unbuttoning Mike's shirt from the bottom up, kissing the patches of skin as he went along. Mike absently ran a hand through his hair, and by the top button Harvey's mouth was eager to get back to his. They stood there like that for a minute, Harvey's hands on Mike's hips, Mike's mouth brushing kisses against Harvey's until Harvey was tired of playing games and firmly locked his lips to Mike's.

Mike whimpered and the sound that moved through Harvey's chest could only be called a growl. "Get dressed," He finally let go of Mike and took a step back "I'll be in the car." And then he was gone, forcing Mike to dress as quickly as possible, missing the feel of Harvey up against him. The shock of his phone ringing in the silence made him jump, he answered without looking at the name. "Harvey, I'll be out in a…" he opened the bathroom door and started out.

"I see you." The voice cut him off, creepy and low, cackling, chilling him to the bone and Mike ran toward the exit. He thumbed the phone off, not listening to the insane laughter as he ran across the parking lot and threw himself into the waiting car, gasping and yelling at Ray to drive.

"Mike, Mike!" Harvey thundered. "Calm down, what happened?"

"The phone, they called. See me." Mike was stuttering, incoherently, just wanting Harvey to understand.

And apparently he did. "They called you, said they could see you?" Harvey asked and Mike nodded. "Good, that means they are sticking close to us. Which means eventually they are going to slip up, and we'll get them."

"Not if they get us first."

"Mike." Harvey warned, taking Mike's right hand in his slightly larger one "Remember every time I have told you that something was just a tactic?" He asked and Mike nodded "Have I ever been wrong?" Mike shook his head "This is just a tactic." He muttered then leaned in, pressing his lips lightly against Mike's and when he finally felt Mike relax into it he wrapped an arm around his waist "Come here." And pulled him onto his lap.

By the time they got to the condo, Mike was breathing hard, Harvey's hair was messed up for only the second time Mike had ever seen it that way, and both of them just wanted to get upstairs. Harvey had Mike walking backwards as he pushed open the front door and ushered him in, his lips working Mikes. And then Mike tripped, over something that shouldn't have been there. The sound of glass on hard wood floors made Harvey jerk open his eyes, fury already breaking through his haze of lust and causing his hard on to go soft almost instantly.

Glass from lamps, light bulbs, the television, and the glass coffee table littered the floor. Mike was already heading to check out the rest of the house as Harvey just stood there, looking at his trashed apartment. A few minutes later Mike walked back into the living room, looking calmer. "This is the only room they trashed he said going to comfort Harvey. Mike knew his apartment meant a lot to him, he knew that it took a lot of up keep and took a lot out of Harvey himself, like money. Harvey groaned and rolled his eyes.

"Go lay down, I'm going to clean this up."

"Harvey, I'm going to help." Mike said, leaving no room for argument. Harvey finally nodded after a minute and walked over to the pantry, pulling out a broom and dust pan. Mike grabbed the trash can and started picking up the larger pieces of glass, and Harvey bit his lip, praying Mike didn't cut himself on one of the shards.

About an hour later the two of them were sitting on the couch, reading over a sticky note that had been left stuck to the shelves of records. We know how much you love these, so we left them alone, unlike what we'll do to the other thing you love. Harvey had glanced towards Mike when he read it, hoping Mike hadn't caught him, but he had, not that he was going to call him on it. Mike knew somewhere down inside that Harvey loved him and knowing was enough for Mike, he didn't need to make him say it.

"Mike, I'm sorry about this."

"Harvey, it's just a tactic." Mike said looking up at Harvey..

"Yeah." Harvey muttered, absently kissing Mike's soft red lips, a spark of admiration and lust shooting through him and reminding him that even though they trashed his home, he still had Mike, and also, painfully, reminding him that the one thing that hadn't been taken care of tonight was his need to be inside of something. Mike shifted to sit facing him and pulled Harvey's left leg onto the couch and around the other side of him. "Mike, what are you…" Mike shushed him with a burning kiss, making Harvey forget all about trying to keep this on the PG side of things. Mike's hands fumbled with Harvey's belt then unbuttoned and unzipped the pants that he had wanted off all night. Then he pulled Harvey's shirt up to his chest, not wasting time on unbuttoning it. "Slow down, I promise I'm not going anywhere, let me take this off so you don't ruin it." Harvey said sitting up and quickly removing the shirt. Mike's mouth slammed into Harvey's stomach, wanting to taste him in all his half naked glory. Mike had never been so hot. Harvey's hand found Mike's shoulders, gently urging him to lower his position. "Just want you." Harvey mumbled. A strangled groan passed through Harvey's closed lips as Mike rubbed his nose into the bulge in his pants. Mike looked up, eyes expectant, Harvey stared back, eyes half closed, heavy lidded, wanting and need so potent Mike would swear he could feel it.

Harvey's deep breath urged Mike on. Mike pulled at Harvey's undone trousers, that slipped easily when Harvey lifted his butt in the air, allowing an easier access to what Mike wanted so badly, Mike quickly dragged the underwear off with them, throwing both garments to the ground and finally allowing himself to look at Harvey, completely naked.

Mike barely concealed his glee. He smirked and bent down, kissing the head lightly and Harvey shuddered under his lips. Beautiful, Mike thought quickly. Mike placed his hands on either side of Harvey's hips, gently holding him in place. He left whisper soft kisses from the base to the tip, ran his tongue over the pre-come that was dripping out of Harvey's cock. He shut his eyes momentarily, before slowly wrapping his mouth around the head.

Mike moaned so loudly Harvey had to fight to keep himself from coming right then and then Mike took half of him down the first try. "Mmm." Harvey hummed, starting to get used to the feel of the hot, wet mouth around him.

For Harvey what made this so hot wasn't that he was getting a blow job on his couch, but that he was getting it from Mike. Mike swallowed around him and Harvey's hand flew to the back of mike's skull, gripping so tightly into Mike's hair that Mike whimpered.

Harvey's hand loosened itself from Mike's hair at the sound and Mike moved his mouth away from Harvey with a wet pop. His hand grabbed Harvey's and led it back to the back of his head. "You can be as rough as you want." He bit into Harvey's leg for emphasis, "I like it."

Harvey licked his lips, fire running rampant through his veins at Mike's dark and sexy confession. Mike lapped at the wound on Harvey's thigh and worked his way back up to his dick, savoring the memory of how it felt in his mouth, how heavy and delicious it weighed on his tongue before taking it back in. This time he worked on it, really giving it a good sucking, and slowly, slowly taking it all the way down. Mike was glad he had a low gag reflex because Harvey was huge and it took everything he had to get him in there. Harvey was groaning above him, his head laid back over the arm of the couch, one hand draped over his eyes, the other fisting in Mike's hair, His mouth was slightly open and moving to form encouraging words to Mike. "Yeah, come on, Mi-IKE." He gasped as Mike began to swallow around him, working his throat muscles, working Harvey's cock. Mike trailed his mouth away from the base and up and off the thick member.

"Are you going to talk me through this, Mr. Specter?" Mike asked, completely submissive at this point, he just wanted Harvey to be back in control. Every once in a while Mike wanted to be in control of something when it came to Harvey, a case, a certain aspect of a case, where they took the client to eat, and he thought he'd want to be in control during this, but then when Harvey's hand had found it's way to the back of his head and he could feel how badly Harvey wanted to push him down around his cock, it made Mike's stomach twist in want.

Harvey's eyes flashed to Mike's and He gripped the arm of the couch behind his head. "Do I need to… boy?" Harvey asked finally. Had he known beforehand that Mike had a submissive personality in the bedroom setting Harvey might have thought twice about this because he didn't want this to be purely sex, and usually when scenes came in to the picture for him, that's all it turned out to be. But hearing Mike, seeing Mike become submissive so quickly Harvey needed to dominate at that moment. "Answer me." Harvey said after waiting what he thought was an appropriate amount of time for Mike to have answered. Before Mike could answer Harvey had a wicked thought and had to verbalize it, had to see how far he could push Mike. "Or, would you rather me sit you up straight and fuck your mouth?" Mike whimpered with want but that wasn't enough of an answer. "Use your words." Harvey demanded.

"Please, please." Mike whimpered. Harvey bit into his lip and pushed Mike to a sitting position, slightly slouched so that Harvey could kneel on one knee and still slam into mike's mouth at an agonizing pace. As Harvey settled in, in front of Mike, he watched as Mike fought with himself not to touch the older man.

"You can touch me baby." Harvey whispered in his ear, breaking through his dominating haze for just a moment to sooth mike's wanting. Mike looked at Harvey before gripping his left thigh and wrapping his other arm around Harvey's back. "Good boy." He muttered lining up his cock with Mike's open, almost watering mouth.

It didn't take long, not with Mike's tongue working Harvey head to root with every quick twist of Harvey's hips, not with Mike holding onto him so tightly it was going to leave terrible bruises but right then it felt so good Harvey was openly shuddering, not when Mike was moaning so loudly and not when Mike was giving into all of Harvey's needs at that moment. When Harvey knew he was almost done though he warned Mike but didn't let him remove his mouth from around Harvey's penis. "Swallow." Harvey commanded, and it was over as Mike began swallowing without any protest at all.

And he sucked him dry, then licked him clean, nuzzled Harvey's groin close to his face. So, good. Harvey thought to himself. Harvey laid back on the couch and pulled Mike down with him. "That was… something else." Mike muttered, nipping at Harvey's nipple playfully.

"Stop that." Harvey muttered. "Unless you want another part of your body pounded so hard tonight you'll be sore for weeks."

"Weeks? You think you're that good?" Mike teased.

"Want to find out?" Harvey muttered, rubbing his back in slow circles.

"Honestly," mike whispered, "Don't laugh," He whispered again, then waited a second before, "Yes." Harvey closed his eyes and Mike bit down hard on Harvey's nipple, gripping it between his teeth and Harvey playfully pushed at him.

"You're going to tire out an old man." Harvey said jokingly.

Mike quickly let go of Harvey's nipple. "Ew, Harvey, was that necessary?" Harvey laughed as Mike complained and got up from his position on the couch.

"Where are you going?" Harvey called.

"To shower."

"No point, you're just going to get dirty again."

"Fine, I got to pee though." Harvey smirked, and wondered absently if Mike was really going to jack off, and then he was up, quickly moving toward the master bath. If Mike was about to get off, he wasn't going to miss it, and Mike wasn't going to be doing it alone. Harvey pulled the door open as quietly as possible, not alerting Mike to him entering.

Mike had braced himself against the wall and was slowly starting to work his cock. This was the first time Harvey had seen Mike's dick, but he had always assumed Mike was a little better than average, or well, fantasized that he was. But, Harvey didn't expect what he saw. Mike was almost as well endowed as Harvey himself. Almost, not quite. But it was still quite impressive. And it made Harvey's cock twitch with interest. Once Mike started working himself steadily Harvey stepped in behind him, lapping at his throat, replacing Mike's fingers with his own. Mike's hand gave up easily, opting for the better position of holding himself against Harvey with one hand behind his neck.

And Harvey built Mike up, not just close to orgasm but he talked to him, building up his confidence. Softly whispering things like "God, you're beautiful." And "So happy it's finally you." Harvey needed to make sure that this stayed on the path toward a relationship, not just sex. Right when Mike was about to let go though Harvey stopped, worked his hand under Mike's shirt, rubbed his chest, calming him down but keeping him hard. "Let's do this together, for real."

Dear readers!

Hey, please remember to review (just saying). And also, i hope you like this chapter, i decided to turn this into a rather smutty story =) Cause i mean who can resist Harvey and Mike. They are so super perfect together! Thanks for all your input and encouragment! Keep it coming! And remember to review!

Always,

Alice