Uncertain. Suits. NC-17. Harvey/Mike.
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"UNCERTAIN"
Nothing in Mike’s otherwise unusual memory could have prepared him for this. He’d read about it, even done a case or two on it, but he was beginning to realize that it must be one of those things that you never understand until it’s happened to you.
He sat in a chair opposite Harvey Specter; a chair that was meant to look fashionable and expensive, but also served as an uncomfortable reminder to whoever sat in it that they were not the ones in power. Harvey was, Mike thought, the perfect twin to this chair. He focused on that thought for a moment while the rest of his brain tried to wrap itself around the fact that he had no fuckin’ clue how to extricate himself from this situation without grievous damage to his career.
“Sorry, I don’t think I understand what you’re getting at,” he said unsurely, shifting in his seat and willing his heart to calm itself.
Harvey smiled, a sort of insipid, taunting smile that he used on especially stubborn clients. Mike had always hated that smile, knew it would get them in trouble one day, but he had to admit, it was entirely more unsettling when it was directed at him alone.
“Michael,” Harvey said, practically drawling with self-importance, “I know you know what I’m getting at.”
“But do you know what I think I know what you’re getting at?” Mike grasped at straws. Everything was a power trip with Harvey Specter. Everything. The man couldn’t take a piss without competing.
Harvey stood slowly, with a patronizing chuckle gracing his lips. “Mike, it’s nearly midnight. Maybe you’re a bit strung out.” He walked around to the other side of his immaculate desk and placed a hand on Mike’s shoulder. It was a gesture intended to look, to anyone watching, comforting, even paternal. But the pressure of Harvey’s hand on his shoulder, the look in Harvey’s eyes that said everything and revealed nothing, was the most uncomfortable thing Mike had ever experienced. And he’d run from the police, more than once.
“Here,” Harvey said, the sardonic smile still in place, “turn around.” Mike stood and turned around, not letting his eyes leave Harvey for a moment. Harvey went over to the other side of the office and grabbed Mike’s jacket, which had been thrown in a moment of tired exasperation, onto a leather chair facing the window. He brought it over and gestured with it for Mike to hold out his arms.
Obeying, Mike felt the silky glide of a new suit jacket cover his hands. But then it stopped.
“All I’m asking is, think about it,” Harvey said, whispering hotly into Mike’s ear. He gripped Mike’s wrists beneath the fabric, pulling them back until the rest of Mike followed and the two men were pressed against one another, chest to shoulders, abs to back, wrists to-
Mike jerked away and scrambled his jacket on. He grabbed his briefcase and threw some papers inside, his mind blank and racing simultaneously.
“Where are you going?” Harvey asked. When Mike spun around, there was almost a look of confusion on his boss’ face. Almost.
“I-It’s late,” Mike stammered. “You’re right. It’s too late to be talking.” He stood there lamely for a moment, briefcase held with both hands on the handle almost protectively in front of him.
Harvey took a step forward, tracing his fingers on the top of the briefcase. “You know, Mike, I know how fast that brain of yours works. And I know that you have no problem staying up all night and then going to work in the morning.” He gripped the top of the case, over both of Mike’s hands. “I know you’ve already thought about it.” He brought his hand up to Mike’s neck, slipping his fingers under the collar, making it tight across Mike’s throat. Mike tried to step back, away, but there was no were to go and he hit the wall.
“Stay,” Harvey whispered, staring so directly into his eyes that Mike almost expected him to strike at any moment. Mike gulped and Harvey leaned in and placed the barest of kisses against Mike’s throat, just above his collar bone.
“I can feel your heart beat against my lips,” Harvey groaned softly.
“Harvey,” Mike said, “I have to go.”
“Why?” Harvey said, placing a kiss on Mike’s jaw, sucking lightly. “I’m your boss,” he licked just behind Mike’s ear, “and I’m telling you to stay.”
He backed up and looked Mike in the eye. They were standing so close, Mike could feel the heat of Harvey’s body contrasting against the cold air of the air-conditioned office.
“I could tell you liked the idea,” Harvey said, “the minute I suggested it.” He brought up his hand and ran his fingers through Mike’s hair, “I know you want me, because you didn’t run out of the room the minute I said I wanted you.”
Mike blushed; he never blushed and he was ashamed of the heat on his face, of the rush of his blood through his veins, of the tugging sensation in the pit of his stomach.
“You’re my boss, it’s- it’s not ethical,” Mike said, trying to concentrate on speaking, on doing the right thing, on not making himself an idiot and a slut at the same time.
“Ethics, my ass,” Harvey moaned. He moved in and- well, Mike couldn’t quite call it kissing. Harvey took control of his mouth, kidnapped his lips, and, despite what his mind was rattling off, Mike’s body was entirely okay with Stockholm Syndrome. With Harvey’s hand moving up his thighs, Mike’s mind moved to the back of his body’s priorities. For a moment, he seemed completely out of control of his own body and his mind protested, rambling about Human Resources, and the endless lists of employers taking advantage of their employees, but then Harvey brought his tongue into play and Mike’s mind was completely shut out.
They moved together silently; the only sound in the room was that of two very expensive suits sliding against one another. Harvey grabbed Mike’s ass and pulled their hips together and Mike broke away, knowing that if he didn’t say something now, it would happen, they would fuck, and there would only be endless days of waiting to be fired, waiting to be labeled useless.
“What’s wrong,” Harvey said, loosening Mike’s tie, grinding his hips forward.
“Nothing,” Mike said quietly.
Harvey made his way down Mike’s body, unbuttoning his shirt and biting, kissing, sucking the skin as it was exposed. Mike stood still, leaning against the wall of the office. He looked down at Harvey as the other man pull his shirt out of the waist of his pants.
“Take it off,” Harvey growled, smiling ferally, baring his teeth like a wild animal toying with its prey. Mike shrugged off his jacket, which fell to the floor in a slump, and slipped on the shirt like-wise. Without thinking, he bent down to pick his clothes up off the ground, but Harvey stopped him.
“What are you doing?” Harvey asked, eyebrow raised.
“This is an expensive suit,” Mike explained dully.
Harvey gave him a look of exasperation. “I’m down on my knees in front of you and you’re thinking about your suit? That’s not right at all.” He stood and pulled Mike up with him. He tugged both their ties off quickly, pressing his body against Mike’s naked torso. Mike pressed his shoulders back against the rough, cold wall, watching as Harvey nonchalantly stripped his shirt, jacket, and tie off, leaving them on the floor where they lay.
Harvey kissed him hard once more, stealing his breath away until his chest hurt. When they parted, Mike gasped for breath, his head spinning. Harvey grinned manically and gripped both of Mike’s wrists. He pulled him over to a large leather chair that sat in the corner of the room and pushed him into him. Mike cried out at the touch of the cold leather on his skin. He gripped the arm rests tightly, so far out of his comfort zone that he had no idea what Harvey might have in mind.
Harvey didn’t let him wonder for long; he pulled both of their discarded ties tight and used them to tie Mike’s hands to the arm rests of the chair.
“Wait-!” Mike said in surprise.
“Don’t be such a pussy,” Harvey said, knotting Mike’s best silk tie tightly across his wrist. When he was satisfied that Mike wasn’t going to be touching anything without his say, Harvey settled back on his heels and took in the view. He watched as Mike swallowed hard, watched his tongue come out to just barely lick his lips, watched the rise of his bare chest as he breathed heavily. It was entrancing. At least for a moment. Then, Harvey could only think of touching. No more watching.
He made quick use of the belt buckle at Mike’s waist and pulled his black pants off of him roughly, tossing the offending article of clothing to the side. He looked up at Mike with evident surprise.
“Going commando, Mike Ross?” he chuckled. Mike blushed and mumbled something about laundry.
“Fine with me,” Harvey said lightly before leaning forward and placing a teasing kiss on the head of Mike’s cock. Mike nearly choked on his own tongue, he was biting it so hard.
Harvey dragged his tongue down the length of Mike’s cock, trailing his lips ever so lightly along the hot skin. He looked up at Mike when he got back up to the head and grinned. He ducked his head down so quickly, swallowing Mike’s entire cock in one go, that Mike’s brain nearly slid out of his ears. He let out a cry, a moan, a bizarre mixture of the two, and struggled against his restraints.
Harvey bobbed his head quickly, tonguing the top of Mike’s cock before taking him deep into his throat once more. He choked slightly, the catching sound making Mike groan louder.
For several minutes, all that could be heard in the office was the slippery sound of lips on cock and Mike’s heavy breathing. Every so often, the creak of silk ties being pulled taut against skin and leather would fill Harvey’s ears and, if his mouth hadn’t been otherwise preoccupied, he would have smiled at Mike’s lack of control.
“S-Stop,” Mike stammers, his eyes closed, head dropping back.
Harvey paused.
“Why?” He asked against Mike’s thigh. He squeezed his hand firmly around Mike’s other thigh, feeling the soft skin and the hard muscle beneath it.
“Because,” Mike said in a strained voice, “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come so hard, you’ll see stars.”
Harvey outright laughed and ran his hand up and down Mike’s chest. “That’s some accomplishment. I accept this challenge.” And he went right back to sucking cock like a ten-dollar whore. What was left of Mike’s mind cursed the man and blessed him, but then Harvey grazed his teeth lightly against his cock and he was gone. It was as though he would never stop coming and coming and coming and Harvey swallowed it all, laughter and triumph in the eyes that looked up at Mike’s face.
When his heart settled back in his chest, Mike opened his eyes to see his boss waiting patiently, still on his knees.
“Fuck,” he said and his voice was hoarse from trying to hold screams back.
“Well,” Harvey said simply, “I didn’t see stars.”
Mike scoffed and dropped his head back onto the chair. “Are you sure?”
“Not even one,” Harvey said with mocking disappointment. He pouted. “I guess we’ll just have to try again.” He stood and leaned over Mike, kissing him lightly on the lips.
“I like your cock in my mouth,” he whispered. “Goodnight.”
“Wait, where are you going?” Mike asked incredulously. Harvey shrugged indifferently.
“It’s late, I’m going home,” he said calmly, as though nothing had happened. Mike just sat there, completely naked, his ass sticking to the leather chair.
“You’re going home?” he repeated.
“Yes,” Harvey said, pulling on his shirt and buttoning enough buttons to keep it on. “See you at work tomorrow.” He looked at his watch. “Or, well, actually, later today.” And with that he left the room.
Mike sat in silence for several moments, his mind sluggishly piecing itself back together. He’d been thoroughly debauched in the office of a senior partner of the firm and all the man could say was ‘see you at work’? He pulled on his pants and slipped his shirt on. His briefcase lay abandoned against the wall.
As he walked out the door, dressed more than Harvey had been when he left, Mike could not help feeling like he was taking a massive walk of shame from Harvey’s office to the sidewalk where his bike remained locked up. And yet, along with the embarrassment, there was a nagging sense of anticipation. After all, Harvey Specter only cares about himself, and if he didn’t get off, there would be a time when he would. And tentative though he had been to begin with, Mike, deep in his mind, couldn’t wait to see what Harvey would do next.
"UNCERTAIN"
Nothing in Mike’s otherwise unusual memory could have prepared him for this. He’d read about it, even done a case or two on it, but he was beginning to realize that it must be one of those things that you never understand until it’s happened to you.
He sat in a chair opposite Harvey Specter; a chair that was meant to look fashionable and expensive, but also served as an uncomfortable reminder to whoever sat in it that they were not the ones in power. Harvey was, Mike thought, the perfect twin to this chair. He focused on that thought for a moment while the rest of his brain tried to wrap itself around the fact that he had no fuckin’ clue how to extricate himself from this situation without grievous damage to his career.
“Sorry, I don’t think I understand what you’re getting at,” he said unsurely, shifting in his seat and willing his heart to calm itself.
Harvey smiled, a sort of insipid, taunting smile that he used on especially stubborn clients. Mike had always hated that smile, knew it would get them in trouble one day, but he had to admit, it was entirely more unsettling when it was directed at him alone.
“Michael,” Harvey said, practically drawling with self-importance, “I know you know what I’m getting at.”
“But do you know what I think I know what you’re getting at?” Mike grasped at straws. Everything was a power trip with Harvey Specter. Everything. The man couldn’t take a piss without competing.
Harvey stood slowly, with a patronizing chuckle gracing his lips. “Mike, it’s nearly midnight. Maybe you’re a bit strung out.” He walked around to the other side of his immaculate desk and placed a hand on Mike’s shoulder. It was a gesture intended to look, to anyone watching, comforting, even paternal. But the pressure of Harvey’s hand on his shoulder, the look in Harvey’s eyes that said everything and revealed nothing, was the most uncomfortable thing Mike had ever experienced. And he’d run from the police, more than once.
“Here,” Harvey said, the sardonic smile still in place, “turn around.” Mike stood and turned around, not letting his eyes leave Harvey for a moment. Harvey went over to the other side of the office and grabbed Mike’s jacket, which had been thrown in a moment of tired exasperation, onto a leather chair facing the window. He brought it over and gestured with it for Mike to hold out his arms.
Obeying, Mike felt the silky glide of a new suit jacket cover his hands. But then it stopped.
“All I’m asking is, think about it,” Harvey said, whispering hotly into Mike’s ear. He gripped Mike’s wrists beneath the fabric, pulling them back until the rest of Mike followed and the two men were pressed against one another, chest to shoulders, abs to back, wrists to-
Mike jerked away and scrambled his jacket on. He grabbed his briefcase and threw some papers inside, his mind blank and racing simultaneously.
“Where are you going?” Harvey asked. When Mike spun around, there was almost a look of confusion on his boss’ face. Almost.
“I-It’s late,” Mike stammered. “You’re right. It’s too late to be talking.” He stood there lamely for a moment, briefcase held with both hands on the handle almost protectively in front of him.
Harvey took a step forward, tracing his fingers on the top of the briefcase. “You know, Mike, I know how fast that brain of yours works. And I know that you have no problem staying up all night and then going to work in the morning.” He gripped the top of the case, over both of Mike’s hands. “I know you’ve already thought about it.” He brought his hand up to Mike’s neck, slipping his fingers under the collar, making it tight across Mike’s throat. Mike tried to step back, away, but there was no were to go and he hit the wall.
“Stay,” Harvey whispered, staring so directly into his eyes that Mike almost expected him to strike at any moment. Mike gulped and Harvey leaned in and placed the barest of kisses against Mike’s throat, just above his collar bone.
“I can feel your heart beat against my lips,” Harvey groaned softly.
“Harvey,” Mike said, “I have to go.”
“Why?” Harvey said, placing a kiss on Mike’s jaw, sucking lightly. “I’m your boss,” he licked just behind Mike’s ear, “and I’m telling you to stay.”
He backed up and looked Mike in the eye. They were standing so close, Mike could feel the heat of Harvey’s body contrasting against the cold air of the air-conditioned office.
“I could tell you liked the idea,” Harvey said, “the minute I suggested it.” He brought up his hand and ran his fingers through Mike’s hair, “I know you want me, because you didn’t run out of the room the minute I said I wanted you.”
Mike blushed; he never blushed and he was ashamed of the heat on his face, of the rush of his blood through his veins, of the tugging sensation in the pit of his stomach.
“You’re my boss, it’s- it’s not ethical,” Mike said, trying to concentrate on speaking, on doing the right thing, on not making himself an idiot and a slut at the same time.
“Ethics, my ass,” Harvey moaned. He moved in and- well, Mike couldn’t quite call it kissing. Harvey took control of his mouth, kidnapped his lips, and, despite what his mind was rattling off, Mike’s body was entirely okay with Stockholm Syndrome. With Harvey’s hand moving up his thighs, Mike’s mind moved to the back of his body’s priorities. For a moment, he seemed completely out of control of his own body and his mind protested, rambling about Human Resources, and the endless lists of employers taking advantage of their employees, but then Harvey brought his tongue into play and Mike’s mind was completely shut out.
They moved together silently; the only sound in the room was that of two very expensive suits sliding against one another. Harvey grabbed Mike’s ass and pulled their hips together and Mike broke away, knowing that if he didn’t say something now, it would happen, they would fuck, and there would only be endless days of waiting to be fired, waiting to be labeled useless.
“What’s wrong,” Harvey said, loosening Mike’s tie, grinding his hips forward.
“Nothing,” Mike said quietly.
Harvey made his way down Mike’s body, unbuttoning his shirt and biting, kissing, sucking the skin as it was exposed. Mike stood still, leaning against the wall of the office. He looked down at Harvey as the other man pull his shirt out of the waist of his pants.
“Take it off,” Harvey growled, smiling ferally, baring his teeth like a wild animal toying with its prey. Mike shrugged off his jacket, which fell to the floor in a slump, and slipped on the shirt like-wise. Without thinking, he bent down to pick his clothes up off the ground, but Harvey stopped him.
“What are you doing?” Harvey asked, eyebrow raised.
“This is an expensive suit,” Mike explained dully.
Harvey gave him a look of exasperation. “I’m down on my knees in front of you and you’re thinking about your suit? That’s not right at all.” He stood and pulled Mike up with him. He tugged both their ties off quickly, pressing his body against Mike’s naked torso. Mike pressed his shoulders back against the rough, cold wall, watching as Harvey nonchalantly stripped his shirt, jacket, and tie off, leaving them on the floor where they lay.
Harvey kissed him hard once more, stealing his breath away until his chest hurt. When they parted, Mike gasped for breath, his head spinning. Harvey grinned manically and gripped both of Mike’s wrists. He pulled him over to a large leather chair that sat in the corner of the room and pushed him into him. Mike cried out at the touch of the cold leather on his skin. He gripped the arm rests tightly, so far out of his comfort zone that he had no idea what Harvey might have in mind.
Harvey didn’t let him wonder for long; he pulled both of their discarded ties tight and used them to tie Mike’s hands to the arm rests of the chair.
“Wait-!” Mike said in surprise.
“Don’t be such a pussy,” Harvey said, knotting Mike’s best silk tie tightly across his wrist. When he was satisfied that Mike wasn’t going to be touching anything without his say, Harvey settled back on his heels and took in the view. He watched as Mike swallowed hard, watched his tongue come out to just barely lick his lips, watched the rise of his bare chest as he breathed heavily. It was entrancing. At least for a moment. Then, Harvey could only think of touching. No more watching.
He made quick use of the belt buckle at Mike’s waist and pulled his black pants off of him roughly, tossing the offending article of clothing to the side. He looked up at Mike with evident surprise.
“Going commando, Mike Ross?” he chuckled. Mike blushed and mumbled something about laundry.
“Fine with me,” Harvey said lightly before leaning forward and placing a teasing kiss on the head of Mike’s cock. Mike nearly choked on his own tongue, he was biting it so hard.
Harvey dragged his tongue down the length of Mike’s cock, trailing his lips ever so lightly along the hot skin. He looked up at Mike when he got back up to the head and grinned. He ducked his head down so quickly, swallowing Mike’s entire cock in one go, that Mike’s brain nearly slid out of his ears. He let out a cry, a moan, a bizarre mixture of the two, and struggled against his restraints.
Harvey bobbed his head quickly, tonguing the top of Mike’s cock before taking him deep into his throat once more. He choked slightly, the catching sound making Mike groan louder.
For several minutes, all that could be heard in the office was the slippery sound of lips on cock and Mike’s heavy breathing. Every so often, the creak of silk ties being pulled taut against skin and leather would fill Harvey’s ears and, if his mouth hadn’t been otherwise preoccupied, he would have smiled at Mike’s lack of control.
“S-Stop,” Mike stammers, his eyes closed, head dropping back.
Harvey paused.
“Why?” He asked against Mike’s thigh. He squeezed his hand firmly around Mike’s other thigh, feeling the soft skin and the hard muscle beneath it.
“Because,” Mike said in a strained voice, “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come so hard, you’ll see stars.”
Harvey outright laughed and ran his hand up and down Mike’s chest. “That’s some accomplishment. I accept this challenge.” And he went right back to sucking cock like a ten-dollar whore. What was left of Mike’s mind cursed the man and blessed him, but then Harvey grazed his teeth lightly against his cock and he was gone. It was as though he would never stop coming and coming and coming and Harvey swallowed it all, laughter and triumph in the eyes that looked up at Mike’s face.
When his heart settled back in his chest, Mike opened his eyes to see his boss waiting patiently, still on his knees.
“Fuck,” he said and his voice was hoarse from trying to hold screams back.
“Well,” Harvey said simply, “I didn’t see stars.”
Mike scoffed and dropped his head back onto the chair. “Are you sure?”
“Not even one,” Harvey said with mocking disappointment. He pouted. “I guess we’ll just have to try again.” He stood and leaned over Mike, kissing him lightly on the lips.
“I like your cock in my mouth,” he whispered. “Goodnight.”
“Wait, where are you going?” Mike asked incredulously. Harvey shrugged indifferently.
“It’s late, I’m going home,” he said calmly, as though nothing had happened. Mike just sat there, completely naked, his ass sticking to the leather chair.
“You’re going home?” he repeated.
“Yes,” Harvey said, pulling on his shirt and buttoning enough buttons to keep it on. “See you at work tomorrow.” He looked at his watch. “Or, well, actually, later today.” And with that he left the room.
Mike sat in silence for several moments, his mind sluggishly piecing itself back together. He’d been thoroughly debauched in the office of a senior partner of the firm and all the man could say was ‘see you at work’? He pulled on his pants and slipped his shirt on. His briefcase lay abandoned against the wall.
As he walked out the door, dressed more than Harvey had been when he left, Mike could not help feeling like he was taking a massive walk of shame from Harvey’s office to the sidewalk where his bike remained locked up. And yet, along with the embarrassment, there was a nagging sense of anticipation. After all, Harvey Specter only cares about himself, and if he didn’t get off, there would be a time when he would. And tentative though he had been to begin with, Mike, deep in his mind, couldn’t wait to see what Harvey would do next.