Three Inches
Title: Three Inches
Author: fluffygremlin
Fandom: Suits
Characters/Pairings: Harvey/Mike
Rating: N for Neck!Massage
Word Count: 1,046
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned people who are NOT me. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended and no money is being made.
Author Notes: Prompted by veritas_st: Mike's fascination with that V of skin that shows whenever Harvey takes his tie off.
It really shouldn’t be as exciting as it is. Three inches, give or take. Just three little inches. Three inches of skin in a place that’s totally not salacious and yet it take all of Mike’s restraint to not stare at the little triangle of flesh. The reason is that those three inches of skin belong to one Harvey Specter. Buttoned up attorney. Best closer in New York. Stylish and suave. Never went anywhere without being perfect.
Except Harvey’s not perfect right now. He’s obviously tired after several very long days and now he’s sitting in his expensive chair behind his expensive desk loosening a tie that probably cost more that Mike made in a week. Mike could hear the silk sliding through the collar as Harvey pulled it off and rolled it up in a neat little coil. The younger man swallowed past a lump in his throat as he watched Harvey stretch his arms behind his back, tilting his head this way and that so that the lines of his neck were screaming for Mike’s attention. Harvey sighed and pushed one long-fingered hand through his hair. That was the moment Mike realized he was going insane.
He was staring as his boss slowly rolled up his sleeves and his fried brain was going to all the worst possible places. He was staring at his very male boss and thinking very dirty thoughts and most likely going straight to Hell. Do not pass Purgatory. Do not collect $200.
It wasn’t until he heard a sharp whistle pierce the silence that he shook himself out of his over-active thoughts.
“Wake up, puppy,” Harvey says in a low voice as Mike’s eyes darted away from the point where his shirt opened. “Keep that brain of yours functioning for just a little while longer.”
“I’m fine,” Mike lies. He fidgets a bit in his seat before turning his attention back to the briefs he was busy comparing before his boss’ adam’s apple had distracted him. “Laryngeal prominence,” he muttered to himself as he tried to find the last place he could remember reading.
“What’s that?” Mike glanced up through his eye lashes and could see Harvey gracing him with his trademark smirk as he sat back. Mike just shrugged as he looked back at the brief. The words swim across the paper and he has to close his eyes tightly at the impending dizziness.
“Michael…” Harvey’s voice takes on that warning tone he uses when he pretends he doesn’t care.
“Just a headache,” Mike says quickly, stretching his neck a bit before he opens his eyes and forces the words back into their preordained positions. “You do realize I haven’t been to my apartment in almost 2 days, right? I got, like, an hour of sleep at my desk this morning before Louis showed up and that’s it. I don’t even want to look at a clock right now because it will only… depress… me. What are you doing?”
Mike forgot all about the brief as he watched Harvey push himself out of his chair and stalk around the desk. The older man moved so that he was standing just behind Mike, close enough that he could feel the warmth from the other man’s body. He jumped when he felt Harvey’s hands settle on his tense shoulders.
“Easy, kid,” Harvey leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Relax.”
And all Mike can do is comply, letting his head fall forward as Harvey’s thumbs begin press into the muscles along his neck. He can feel him working the knots out one by one, pressing harder with each stroke until Mike gasps and sighs in relief and then moving to the next. Mike closes his eyes and allows himself to give in for just moment… and then he realizes he is really turned on. Really turned on. So he does the only thing he can think of. He rambles.
“Did you know that the people who live the longest get at least six to seven hours of sleep a night? And lack of sleep can more than double your chances of cardiovascular disease. Lack of sleep also leads to reduced… umm… performance… in, uh… high-level cognitive functions.”
“What did you do, read a Wikipedia page?” Harvey had moved his hands away from Mike’s neck and was now working along his shoulders, causing Mike to lean forward slightly out of an unconscious desire for him to keep moving.
“Yes.” The answer came out far more groan like than Mike had intended and he could feel Harvey tense up behind him. But his hands kept moving. “The founder of the Stanford Sleep Research Center once said the only reason we need sleep, that is solid, is that we get sleepy.”
“Mike, shut up. No more blah, blah, blah.”
“Aye, aye, Captain.” There was that tenseness again; a subtle shift of Harvey’s hips that Mike could just catch out of the corner of his eye. “Boom! Bonk bonk on the head!” Mike whispered, closing his eyes again only to have them snap open when Harvey moved out from behind him. He looked up to see the older man staring at him with his head cocked to one side.
“You watched Star Trek.” It wasn’t a question but Mike still felt compelled to nod. “Because you knew I liked it.” Another nod. Mike valiantly fought the urge to squirm as Harvey looked at him with the same intensity he stared down opposing council. Harvey stared at him for so long that he wondered if perhaps the older man really was a T-800 in a Tom Ford suit.
“Go home,” Harvey said finally. Mike was about to launch a token protest but the yawn that escaped instead ruined the effect. “Get some rest,” Harvey called after him as he rushed out of the office as quickly as possible with half a hard on. “Tomorrow morning we’re nailing this guys balls to the conference room table and tomorrow night we’re going out for a drink.”
That got Mike to pauses at the doorway long enough for him to turn and see Harvey smiling at him widely.
“We need to discuss Trekker versus Trekkie before you start spouting off quotes during foreplay.”
"I... What?!"
"Good night, Mike."
Author: fluffygremlin
Fandom: Suits
Characters/Pairings: Harvey/Mike
Rating: N for Neck!Massage
Word Count: 1,046
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned people who are NOT me. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended and no money is being made.
Author Notes: Prompted by veritas_st: Mike's fascination with that V of skin that shows whenever Harvey takes his tie off.
It really shouldn’t be as exciting as it is. Three inches, give or take. Just three little inches. Three inches of skin in a place that’s totally not salacious and yet it take all of Mike’s restraint to not stare at the little triangle of flesh. The reason is that those three inches of skin belong to one Harvey Specter. Buttoned up attorney. Best closer in New York. Stylish and suave. Never went anywhere without being perfect.
Except Harvey’s not perfect right now. He’s obviously tired after several very long days and now he’s sitting in his expensive chair behind his expensive desk loosening a tie that probably cost more that Mike made in a week. Mike could hear the silk sliding through the collar as Harvey pulled it off and rolled it up in a neat little coil. The younger man swallowed past a lump in his throat as he watched Harvey stretch his arms behind his back, tilting his head this way and that so that the lines of his neck were screaming for Mike’s attention. Harvey sighed and pushed one long-fingered hand through his hair. That was the moment Mike realized he was going insane.
He was staring as his boss slowly rolled up his sleeves and his fried brain was going to all the worst possible places. He was staring at his very male boss and thinking very dirty thoughts and most likely going straight to Hell. Do not pass Purgatory. Do not collect $200.
It wasn’t until he heard a sharp whistle pierce the silence that he shook himself out of his over-active thoughts.
“Wake up, puppy,” Harvey says in a low voice as Mike’s eyes darted away from the point where his shirt opened. “Keep that brain of yours functioning for just a little while longer.”
“I’m fine,” Mike lies. He fidgets a bit in his seat before turning his attention back to the briefs he was busy comparing before his boss’ adam’s apple had distracted him. “Laryngeal prominence,” he muttered to himself as he tried to find the last place he could remember reading.
“What’s that?” Mike glanced up through his eye lashes and could see Harvey gracing him with his trademark smirk as he sat back. Mike just shrugged as he looked back at the brief. The words swim across the paper and he has to close his eyes tightly at the impending dizziness.
“Michael…” Harvey’s voice takes on that warning tone he uses when he pretends he doesn’t care.
“Just a headache,” Mike says quickly, stretching his neck a bit before he opens his eyes and forces the words back into their preordained positions. “You do realize I haven’t been to my apartment in almost 2 days, right? I got, like, an hour of sleep at my desk this morning before Louis showed up and that’s it. I don’t even want to look at a clock right now because it will only… depress… me. What are you doing?”
Mike forgot all about the brief as he watched Harvey push himself out of his chair and stalk around the desk. The older man moved so that he was standing just behind Mike, close enough that he could feel the warmth from the other man’s body. He jumped when he felt Harvey’s hands settle on his tense shoulders.
“Easy, kid,” Harvey leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Relax.”
And all Mike can do is comply, letting his head fall forward as Harvey’s thumbs begin press into the muscles along his neck. He can feel him working the knots out one by one, pressing harder with each stroke until Mike gasps and sighs in relief and then moving to the next. Mike closes his eyes and allows himself to give in for just moment… and then he realizes he is really turned on. Really turned on. So he does the only thing he can think of. He rambles.
“Did you know that the people who live the longest get at least six to seven hours of sleep a night? And lack of sleep can more than double your chances of cardiovascular disease. Lack of sleep also leads to reduced… umm… performance… in, uh… high-level cognitive functions.”
“What did you do, read a Wikipedia page?” Harvey had moved his hands away from Mike’s neck and was now working along his shoulders, causing Mike to lean forward slightly out of an unconscious desire for him to keep moving.
“Yes.” The answer came out far more groan like than Mike had intended and he could feel Harvey tense up behind him. But his hands kept moving. “The founder of the Stanford Sleep Research Center once said the only reason we need sleep, that is solid, is that we get sleepy.”
“Mike, shut up. No more blah, blah, blah.”
“Aye, aye, Captain.” There was that tenseness again; a subtle shift of Harvey’s hips that Mike could just catch out of the corner of his eye. “Boom! Bonk bonk on the head!” Mike whispered, closing his eyes again only to have them snap open when Harvey moved out from behind him. He looked up to see the older man staring at him with his head cocked to one side.
“You watched Star Trek.” It wasn’t a question but Mike still felt compelled to nod. “Because you knew I liked it.” Another nod. Mike valiantly fought the urge to squirm as Harvey looked at him with the same intensity he stared down opposing council. Harvey stared at him for so long that he wondered if perhaps the older man really was a T-800 in a Tom Ford suit.
“Go home,” Harvey said finally. Mike was about to launch a token protest but the yawn that escaped instead ruined the effect. “Get some rest,” Harvey called after him as he rushed out of the office as quickly as possible with half a hard on. “Tomorrow morning we’re nailing this guys balls to the conference room table and tomorrow night we’re going out for a drink.”
That got Mike to pauses at the doorway long enough for him to turn and see Harvey smiling at him widely.
“We need to discuss Trekker versus Trekkie before you start spouting off quotes during foreplay.”
"I... What?!"
"Good night, Mike."