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“You know, Harvey, we’re a good team!”, Mike smiles happily, following his friend inside his treasured office. It was late, solely because they got caught up in their work again. It happens way too often these days. For Mike, that’s nothing new. No, not at all. He’s used to working even after everyone else had left—he has to work to prove himself. But Harvey makes a point to leave at orderly times. Or at least he used to.
Suddenly, whenever they worked a case together. Actually worked together and not Mike doing Harvey’s dirty grunt work, he stays late. Accidentally, is what Harvey argues.
“Wait, it’s already past 10 again?”, Harvey would say, baffled, push his chair back from the desk and still chat with Mike for another ten minutes before leaving.
He still returns at his usual times. He skips sleep to do so. And it’s visible in his face, that he stays up so late always with Mike.
Tonight’s just like these other nights.
“Hold on, it’s 11PM? Where’s the time gone?”, Harvey scoffs, holding open the door for Mike and watching him enter. They just came from the files room, looking for some dirt on their oppositional lawyer firm. What they found was promising, too.
Mike shakes his head, looking to the ground, “You didn’t notice?”
Harvey’s eyes squint for a second and his lips were parted, as if he felt caught. But as the A game lawyer, he hid that honest expression within an instant. If Mike was anyone but himself, he would’ve brushed it off. But Mike, you see, he never misremembers. Harvey’s head is slightly tilted to one side when he answers, “I didn’t. Don’t even feel all too tired.” And then, a smirk slowly makes it way to Harvey’s face as he resumes, “It’s probably because I’m Batman, you know.”
Mike laughs, rubbing his face with one hand, not sure whether he’s fed up with Harvey’s childish references to pop-media or appreciates the lengths he goes to cover up his lies.
Mike gives in, naturally, “You’re Batman?”
“That makes you my Robin.”, Harvey grins, “’Cause you’re my helper.”, he says sheepishly.
Mike heard that line from Harvey a thousand times by now and each time, it gets more ridiculous because as time passes, Mike grows to become Harvey’s peer and not some subordinate.
He thinks, after today—after all the late nights they pulled together, that they must be at least be able to see eye-to-eye by now—“I’d like to picture myself as Superman instead.”, Mike suggests. Harvey thinks about it for a hot second before chuckling from his high horse. He slowly walks past Mike to his whiskey and fills himself a glass up, “Superman? Really?”, he asks.
Once his glass is full, he picks up another one and pours the fine liquor into it too.
“Woah, man. Do we have anything to celebrate?”, Mike gasps. Harvey only drinks at work, from his finest whiskey, if he’s finished with a good case—if he feels satisfied. Why now?
Harvey bites his lip and hands the small glass to Mike, “Drink up, Superman.”, he says mockingly before sipping on his own.
Mike does, and as the sting and warmth of the alcohol washes past him, he responds, “I’m serious, you know. I think, I earned that title. We’re peers. I help you as much as you help me.”
Harvey is genuinely surprised at Mike’s statement and at first, he takes it as a joke. He laughs, glass at his lips, smiling at Mike. The smile ever so creepingly disappears, “…Really?”
Mike shrugs, “Yeah, sure.” He takes a long sip then, waiting for Harvey to comprehend his blasphemous confidence. He’s in so much disbelief, he can’t help himself but laugh and props his body against his own desk. “Wow, I…”, he drifts off and then searches for Mike’s eyes. Once he caught them, he stares into them, as if searching for something, “I can’t believe, you’re getting so cocky.”, he finishes, now in a serious tone.
Mike sucks in air sharply, “Me, cocky? Maybe you.”
“I worked for it.”, Harvey argues back.
Now, Mike was considering backing down. He knew how fragile Harvey got regarding his own power. If he’s not in charge, he’s not in. That’s how Harvey Specter works.
Maybe it’s time to teach him a lesson then? Is the second thought crossing his mind. And this one, he likes much more than giving up without a fight.
Mike, whiskey in hand, moves closer to the sitting Harvey. He’s standing right in front of Harvey’s knees, looking down to him. He can see how uncomfortable Harvey gets all of a sudden, how his confidence slips up and his true face shows. Only for a few seconds. “Hey now, getting rebellious?”, Harvey asks teasingly, over-playing his nervosity. If he could, he would’ve stood up, to show Mike who the taller one is. But if he did, He would’ve stood nose-to-nose with the guy and that would probably affect his seriousness.
Mike wasn’t backing down just now. He didn’t know that getting a reaction out of Harvey was so easy. He enjoyed it, somehow. That power. Maybe it was that, or the whiskey that got to his head, that made him decide to carry on by his own permission. Because Harvey wasn’t his boss—he was his peer, surely.
He impishly grins down onto Harvey, who tried to look laid-back with his drink in his hand. “What if I do? Can you stop me?” and after not receiving an answer from Harvey, he adds; “Do you want to stop me, even?”
He assumed that Harvey would jump up at that and scold him for over-stepping boundaries. He expected that reaction and wouldn’t continue after that. It would’ve been just another banter between friends and possibly peers in the future.
But that’s not what happened. That’s not what Harvey did.
Harvey, for a change, didn’t need to cover up his frown of anxiety with a smile. He was genuinely enjoying himself. He didn’t know he could enjoy something like this. Not ever. He’s not in charge at all, here. But something inside him made him reach out to hold Mike by his waist. His free hand slipped around him like he would’ve only held Donna otherwise.
Maybe he needed to know this was real. Maybe he wanted to hold Mike back, before he would get too full of himself and he couldn’t even attempt to struggle for the lead in whatever was to come.
Mike winced at the warm hand keeping him steady, as if it was a dagger in his stomach. As if touch by Harvey was deadly to him somehow. It wasn’t at all—but at the same time, it really was. Like you enjoy something so much, it could potentially be the death of you, deadly. In a sense at least.
He chuckles, “Harvey?”
It was a joke, for sure. Is what Mike told himself. He was teasing, to show he held all the power over him like always. The hand curled into a ball, clenching at the shirt. Fingernails were digging themselves through the fabric, it felt at least like it. Harvey’s eyes were squinting, as if he was trying to determine the reality of all of this.
“Mike, what do you want?”, Harvey reasonably questions, as his hand buries itself deeper into the shirt and his flesh. Mike doesn’t wince again. He cockily smiles, “What do you want? Why do you always have to keep me down?”
Harvey seems amused at the question. It was valid to ask but the answer to it wasn’t as. “Do you really want to know, …Superman?”, he asks teasingly. As if he had ability tease right now in his situation.
Mike nods, “Yeah.”, he answers as he places the glass in his hand down on the desk. As he leans forward, he makes Harvey stop breathing for a few seconds, as if his heart gave out.
Harvey licks his lips, decides they’re too dry and takes another sip, licks them again and nods, “If you’d realise the power, you hold over…people…, I think you’d be too dangerous.”, he cleared his throat before saying the word ‘people’.
Mike feels confused at the answer, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know, because of you’re memory and all that.”, he looks to the ground then and continues, “additionally, you’re quite charismatic.” And then he returns Mike’s gaze again.
“You think, I’m dangerous? Is the great Harvey Specter afraid of his own Robin? How pathetic.”, Mike rolls his eyes. He initially had wanted to back up after saying this, because he expected at least agitation from Harvey, but even as he pulled away, he wasn’t let go. He looks down to the still clinging hand and then back into Harvey’s eyes. Harvey avoids his eyes then. He tried telling himself that he had to let go now, that the moment was over and it was time to play big boss again to show him who’s in charge, but he didn’t bring himself to do it. He felt embarrassed for having these human emotion—embarrassed for any emotion.
“Look me in the eyes and tell me.”, Mike whispers demandingly.
Harvey hesitates. “What do you want to hear?”
“What you’re thinking right now.”, Mike makes clear, “Tell me.” Obey me., is what he meant.
Harvey shakes his head, “It’s late.”, he tries.
Mike rolls his eyes, “I’m not the one holding the other hostage.”, and instead of trying to pull away again, he now demonstratively comes closer to Harvey, now standing in between his legs.
This must be his limit, right? Mike didn’t want to continue on. Harvey must feel uncomfortable. He didn’t want that to this extent. Pushing it completely over would stop this entire thing, he assumed. But it didn’t.
Harvey empties his drink and then places the empty glass far away from him. With his other free hand, he reaches to hold the other side of Mike’s waist, “You want power? Honest-to-God power?”, he asks, looking back into Mike’s eyes.
Mike felt like there was a catch, but he still nodded along.
“Have me, then.”, Harvey suggests nicely.
Mike had been about to laugh, he knew that Harvey would say something incredibly weird, but this had taken the cake. “In … what way?”, he whispers unsure.
Harvey frowned upon hearing the unsureness in his voice, as if it had ruined his complete mood, “Keep up your confidence. I just started liking it.”, he explains and then a smile appears again on his face, “In any way you desire me.”
Mike felt his face flush red. Keep up your confidence. Was this a test? Would Harvey really mean that? He shouldn’t ask again. He had to figure this one out himself, fast. Great. He could do that. Definitely. He licks his own lips now.
“You’re pathetic.”, he states and he wasn’t sure what he expected from Harvey, but a chuckle was not it. Was this all a weird dream? Did he fall asleep while helping Harvey out and this dream was his nightmarish punishment he weirdly enjoyed a bit too much?
Harvey bit his lip, “Am I?”
“You are. Look at how easy I pinned you here. How you don’t even resist me, because you know you can’t.” Mike continues. He hoped eventually he would wake up, snap out of it or sober up.
The truth was, he had just drunken. It wasn’t in his system yet. He wasn’t drunk.
The truth was, that he didn’t fall asleep, because not a single time during their late shifts did, he ever feel tired. It was the opposite—he felt exhilarated every time he spends time with Harvey and his heart couldn’t stop beating out of his chest every time he got a compliment from his boss.
And the truth was, if he was in a trance right now, he never actually wanted to snap out of it. Maybe that was part of the trance, but right now, all he wanted, was for this moment to last for eternity.
He pushes his chest against Harvey’s—lowering himself and closing the gap between their bodies. His lips were above Harvey’s and he felt heavy, naughty breathing greet his own lips. Harvey’s eyes were fixed on Mike’s, as if he neither could believe it. “You want this, don’t you?”, Mike asks, his hands cupped around Harvey’s face to make sure he doesn’t stick his head in the sand now.
He wanted this too, now.
Harvey nervously laughs, “Ha. Whatever.”
Mike stops grinning, his grip tightens, “Say it or I won’t do it.”
“Huh?”, Harvey is used to being pampered. Everyone treats him as if he’s on a pedestal. Of course, he doesn’t know how to beg for something.
Mike licks his cheek, “Do you want me to kiss you?” He feels Harvey shiver against him, gripping him harder.
Harvey slowly nods, “Mn.”
“Then say it.” Mike adds. Harvey was in his trap now. It felt good, all that power. “Say it, Harvey. Say that you want me. That you’re pathetic.”
He heard the man beneath him clear his throat ever so softly. “Really?”, his voice croaks, intimidated.
“Are you questioning me?”, and as punishment, he removes his head. Harvey doesn’t want that to happen and one hand leaves Mike’s waist to hold the back of his head somewhat in place, “Wait.”, he breathes in and out, “I…want you. I’m…”, again he stops and squeezes his eyes to force out the rest, “I’m pathetic. I am. Kiss me. Please.”
Mike was satisfied, “Good. For your first time.”
And before Harvey could be scared of what he meant with first time, his mind was overthrown with feelings of extasy. Crushing lips against his own, the whiskey tinting the sweet kiss into something more profound and stronger.
Mike’s fingers carefully caress Harvey’s cheeks and his ears as Harvey’s hand grab for anything they could find something stable in. He pulls him closer, because he needs to feel Mike, because he wants Mike to be his, obviously.
They part only for a second to catch their breaths and again they connect their lips. Kiss after kiss, they got sloppier and messier. It got hotter and then, Mike had enough and pushed Harvey down, his back now on the desk. He pins him down and kisses him more intently. His hands reach for his shirt, his chest, he wanted to touch Harvey. And Harvey did the same, in his own, needy way. They couldn’t get enough of each other.
They stop kissing, because Mike attention turns to Harvey’s neck. He softly bites into it, kissing it and making Harvey’s legs shake and quiver just from that until he can’t go on any longer. He wanted to let go off Mike for just a second, give his arm a break from clinging on Mike’s back and as it hit the table, a clanking sound followed suit. Glass shattering.
Mike and Harvey snapped out of it, stopping their hungry, affectionate make-out session to see what had broken. It was one of the pricey whiskey glasses they had drunk from earlier.
Mike turns to look at Harvey and he looks back at him. Then they look back to the glass on the ground and both start laughing. “We should move this elsewhere.”, Mike whispers, pulling Harvey up by his tie and Harvey grins, “I agree.”