FIC: "What Do You Get the Man Who Has Everything?"
Title: What Do You Get the Man Who Has Everything?
Author: orphica
Pairing: Harvey/Mike
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Roleplaying, Star Trek nerdery
Summary: My answer to the Suits kink meme prompt - Harvey/Mike with Star Trek roleplay
Word Count: 2,500
Author's Note: I'm de-anon'ing to post this after the wonderful umbrellas_can has beta'ed it for me.
Mike hit the stop button on his DVD player. His sides ached from laughing. He had no clue why Harvey liked this stupid TV show so much, but he had to watch it because every good lawyer did his research thoroughly.
What did you get your rich boyfriend for his birthday when he could buy anything he wanted?
You gave him the best birthday sex ever, that's what.
And, given that once Harvey had let it slip that he was a secret Trekkie and began quoting Kirk all the time, Mike figured that Harvey had imagined himself as Kirk more than once.
So he'd queued up some original series episodes and went online to buy an overpriced, but authentic-looking costume. Luckily, he'd picked up Harvey's dry-cleaning enough that he knew all his measurements. And he was going to offer Harvey the nerdiest, best role-playing sex of his life.
He hoped. Lord only knew what Harvey might have requested from a lover in the past, but Mike suspected he was going to be the first one Harvey did something like this with. After all, Harvey was big on appearances.
Something he was acutely reminded of when he came into work the next morning with his hair dyed black. He was stared at, then yelled at.
"We don't hire emo-punk hipsters at this firm," Harvey berated him. "What's this going to look like to our clients? Or a judge? What were you thinking? Are you getting high again?"
"It was just a bet I lost, okay?" Mike lied. "It'll wash out in a few days. And I don't look like an emo-punk hipster," he added indignantly.
He really didn't. Granted, he liked his blond hair better, but he'd styled this dark hair very neatly. It wasn't as if he'd shown up with gelled spikes or anything.
"It better. Now if you're done wasting my time by doing something that requires me to lecture you, get out of my office and start on that paperwork that I know is on your desk."
Well, that had gone about as well as he could have hoped.
It took almost half of his paycheck for that month, but by the next night-- Harvey's birthday night-- Mike had his small apartment bedroom decorated with ridiculous lights, a chess set, and weird, shiny red sheets with a gold shirt, black pants and black boots laid out on the bed.
Of course, all that research and decorating was the easy part. Convincing Harvey to actually come over to his place was the real challenge.
"We are not spending my birthday in your dumpy apartment," Harvey told him flatly.
Mike sighed. "You know, if you paid me more, I might be able to afford a place that is worthy of your esteemed presence."
Harvey cracked a grin. "Predictable, albeit fair retort. However, I already made reservations at the hotel that has my favorite room service."
"Restaurant delivery services will bring great food to my apartment, you know. Besides, will we really be doing that much eating anyway?" Mike asked suggestively.
"You get cranky if you go three hours without eating."
Mike ignored him. "Look, I have a surprise all set up for you, okay? So just fucking come over to my apartment for just one night, will you?"
Harvey's eyes narrowed. "If this is a surprise party, I'm not just breaking up with you, I'm firing you, too."
"It's not a surprise party!" Mike huffed. "I promise. Can you just cooperate for once?"
"All right," Harvey finally agreed. "But if your mattress is lumpy, I'm not staying the night."
***
Once they were through Mike's front door, he gestured for Harvey to sit on the sofa.
Harvey glanced at it skeptically, but said nothing before he sat carefully.
"I'll just be a few minutes in the bathroom, okay? Don't move."
"What's wrong with me waiting in the bedroom?"
"It will ruin the surprise. And I locked the door, so don't even think about peeking."
Harvey frowned, clearly disappointed as he’d probably been planning to do just that. Yep, Mike knew him well.
"Hurry up then."
Inside the bathroom, Mike quickly dressed in a tight black t-shirt, the blue Spock tunic, the awkward black pants and laced up the equally unfashionable black boots. He had no idea why Harvey watched a show with such awful clothing-- apparently as well as he knew him, there were still things he couldn't predict.
The ears were more difficult to apply, and he doubted they'd stay on once the sex started getting good, but it was the thought that counted, right? He smoothed his bangs down his forehead and straightened his posture. Hopefully Harvey would want to play along, or this would be real embarrassing.
He exited the bathroom, a little nervous. Harvey was engrossed in his Blackberry and didn't even look up.
Mike cleared his throat to get his attention.
Harvey still didn't look. "Are you ready to have sex now?" he asked, still tapping away at his phone without taking his eyes off it.
Why did he make it so hard to do anything nice for him? "Harvey!" Mike said his name loudly.
"What?" Harvey asked, finally raising his head.
"Reporting for duty, Captain," Mike said, trying to sound like Spock, but he was so nervous that his voice squeaked a little.
Harvey's eyebrows almost flew off his forehead.
Mike walked over to the bedroom door and unlocked it. "I believe we have three point two hours before alpha shift begins, if you would be amenable to a game of chess?"
Harvey, for once, had apparently been rendered speechless. He stepped inside the bedroom and he glanced around before his gaze stopped on the gold uniform. "Oh. Mike."
Mike desperately wished he could do that mind meld thingy like the real Spock could, just so he could know what Harvey was thinking.
But he needn't have wondered much longer, because Harvey crossed the room to the bed, scooped up the uniform, and headed into the bathroom.
He came back into the bedroom a minute later, and Mike had to admit, he might have to re-think his opinion of that uniform. Harvey made it look good.
"I'm not really in the mood for chess tonight, Mr. Spock."
Harvey couldn't help but smile with relief. Not only did Harvey understand what he was trying to do, he wanted to play.
"What alternative activity would you suggest, Captain?"
Harvey paused, seeming like he was trying to think of a scenario, before he spoke again. "Did you watch Amok Time, Mike?"
"Is that the super-gay fuck or die one?"
Harvey chuckled. "That'd be the one, yes."
"Yeah, I saw it."
"I want you to be Spock in pon-farr and I have to convince you that there's no time to waste and I have to fuck you right now."
Mike grinned. "Okay."
Harvey took a step toward him. He reached out his arms and put his hands on his shoulders. "Spock, I've noticed you've been acting a little... out of character lately."
"I am fine, Captain."
And yeah, those uniform pants didn't hide the fact that Harvey got a little harder every time Mike called him "Captain."
"What about the other day in the mess hall? You almost... seemed... emotional."
Mike lost it at that Shatner-esque pause. "Hey, can you be a little more Chris Pine Kirk and not Shatner Kirk? Otherwise I am not going to be able to get through this without laughing every time you talk."
Harvey, fortunately, grinned back. "How dare you. Okay, fine, I'll tone it down a little."
Mike tried to pick up where they left off. "The mess hall, Captain? To what are you referring?"
"You almost seemed angry when they ran out of plomeek soup."
"I was not."
Harvey took a step closer and touched the tip of his pointed ear. "Spock. We know each other better than that. It's been seven years, hasn't it?"
Mike thanked the fortunes for giving him a photographic memory, because otherwise, he'd be way out of his depths with Harvey's Star Trek trivia knowledge. "Captain, that is a very personal matter."
"I know, Spock. I know. But I'm just saying... we're miles away from Vulcan or a starbase. If you need help, I'm here for you."
Mike feigned bashfullness and cast his eyes away. "We cannot."
"We're good friends, aren't we, Spock? What's a little fun between friends?"
"I do not need help. I am already fucking McCoy," Mike said, unable to stop from grinning as he said it.
Harvey frowned and slapped his shoulder. "C'mon, that's not how this should go."
Mike laughed. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it was just so obvious they were doing each other."
Harvey rolled his eyes. "It was obvious they were all doing each other. No more breaking character. If we're going to do this, let's do this."
Mike nodded solemnly. "I apologize, Captain."
"That's better."
Mike spoke again, "Perhaps you are right. It is not logical to die if there is a means available to prevent death."
Harvey cupped his cheek. "No. Not logical at all." He leaned forward and kissed him.
And, this, this Mike could definitely do. It was easy to let Harvey take the lead now, getting lost in the kiss. He even followed along when Harvey started running his fingers over his hand, caressing it in such a way that seemed like it was part of the role-playing, though apparently Mike hadn't gotten far enough in his research to know what that was all about. He mimicked that a little, but focused more on Harvey's mouth.
It wasn't long before Harvey was grabbing his ass and pulling their hips together. Harvey was already rock hard and Mike hadn't even touched his dick yet.
"Bed," Harvey muttered, pushing Mike towards it.
Mike fell willingly. Harvey clambered on top of him, kissing him hard and grinding his cock into him. Yeah, it was pretty clear that Harvey thought Kirk was a top like himself.
Mike almost forgot they were pretending to be the characters, he got so involved with Harvey's mouth and tongue and needy rutting. But he wanted this to be remembered forever, to be the best sex of Harvey's life. He'd have to do more than just have Harvey top him as if it were any other day.
He pushed Harvey up, trying to be as strong as Spock actually would. He sat up and moved down the bed.
"I believe I would like to perform fellatio on you now," Mike intoned.
Harvey's mouth quirked upward, as if trying not to laugh. Mike wasn't offended. It was ridiculous, and the state of Harvey's cock made it obvious that he was enjoying this.
"By all means, Commander."
Harvey rolled onto his back and splayed his legs open in invitation.
Mike eagerly knelt between his legs, unzipping Harvey's pants and pulling out his cock. He licked at the head a bit, teasing, before he took hold of the waistband and started pulling down Harvey's pants.
Harvey stopped him quickly. "Leave them on."
Mike smiled. Of course Harvey would want to fuck in the uniforms. At least they'll be put to good use, considering how much they cost, Mike mused to himself as he swallowed Harvey.
Harvey moaned. Mike bobbed up and down on his cock, keeping his eyes up and on Harvey. He looked like he was enjoying himself quite a bit. Harvey couldn't take his eyes off him and kept touching his hair and the ears. And when Harvey's cock was squirting bits of precome in his mouth, Mike knew it was time to move things along.
"I require sexual intercourse now."
Harvey hastily got up and rearranged them. "Where do you keep the lube, Spock?"
"The lubricant is in the top drawer, Captain."
Mike saw Harvey's cock twitch at that. He decided he was going to have to call him that in bed more often, even if they weren't officially playing the characters again.
Harvey returned with the lube, nudging him onto his belly. His pants were pulled off completely, but Harvey left the shirts on. He didn't take much time with prep, but that was fine, Mike understood he was turned on more than usual, and he was ready.
Harvey pushed his way inside. It wasn't slow, it wasn't careful, but it was steady, and Mike took a deep breath and pushed back out, taking every inch of Harvey's cock when it was given to him.
"God, Spock. Your tight Vulcan ass feels so good."
Mike buried his face into the pillow, muffling his bark of laughter, ever so grateful Harvey had positioned him on his stomach. Normally he knew Harvey liked to see his face... but maybe this way had a better look at his fake ears.
But, all awful Star Trek references aside, Mike didn't have to worry about laughing after that. It wasn't that Harvey stopped making them; Harvey was always borderline-obnoxiously talkative during sex. No, it wasn't that, and Mike almost wished they were recording this that he could use some of the ridiculous things Harvey was saying as blackmail. But Mike stopped laughing because he was getting fucked well-- Harvey had pulled him up onto his hands and knees, was pounding him hard, and Mike was barely able to do anything more than moan and just take it.
"Jerk yourself off, Spock," Harvey panted. "And hurry, I'm not going to last much longer."
Mike obeyed, bracing with one arm and reaching beneath himself, grabbing his cock and stroking furiously. In all honesty, the role-playing didn't do anything for him, but it was hot to see Harvey so into it, to know that he was enjoying it so much. Harvey rarely was ready to come this quickly, and knowing that made Mike ready to come, too.
"Captain, yes, fuck me harder, Captain!" Mike yelled for good measure.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Harvey shouted in return, and Mike felt Harvey's cock jump inside him, Harvey's hands gripping his hips tightly as he gave three final quick thrusts before he buried himself as deeply as he could go.
Just as Harvey finished his orgasm, Mike's began, his cock spurting load after load onto the ugly red sheet. Harvey had apparently retained enough control of his body to help Mike keep from collapsing onto the bed, his hand taking over on Mike's cock when Mike's other arm shook and he lost the ability to keep himself propped up.
After the last drops had been squeezed from his cock, Harvey eased him down onto the bed, settling next to him and traced the tip of one of his ears. "Do you feel better now, Spock?"
As much as he wanted to keep in character, Mike was never able to talk much after a good orgasm. "Indeed," he managed to mumble.
Neither of them was much for touching after sex, so they just laid side by side, recovering quietly.
Eventually, Mike got enough of himself back to ask softly, "Did you like your present?"
For once, Harvey didn't dick around with him and answered honestly. "You gave me something I didn't even know I wanted. And I usually always know everything I want. And at least now I really know why you dyed your hair, you punk."
Mike smiled. It was mission accomplished, pun intended.
THE END.
Author: orphica
Pairing: Harvey/Mike
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Roleplaying, Star Trek nerdery
Summary: My answer to the Suits kink meme prompt - Harvey/Mike with Star Trek roleplay
Word Count: 2,500
Author's Note: I'm de-anon'ing to post this after the wonderful umbrellas_can has beta'ed it for me.
Mike hit the stop button on his DVD player. His sides ached from laughing. He had no clue why Harvey liked this stupid TV show so much, but he had to watch it because every good lawyer did his research thoroughly.
What did you get your rich boyfriend for his birthday when he could buy anything he wanted?
You gave him the best birthday sex ever, that's what.
And, given that once Harvey had let it slip that he was a secret Trekkie and began quoting Kirk all the time, Mike figured that Harvey had imagined himself as Kirk more than once.
So he'd queued up some original series episodes and went online to buy an overpriced, but authentic-looking costume. Luckily, he'd picked up Harvey's dry-cleaning enough that he knew all his measurements. And he was going to offer Harvey the nerdiest, best role-playing sex of his life.
He hoped. Lord only knew what Harvey might have requested from a lover in the past, but Mike suspected he was going to be the first one Harvey did something like this with. After all, Harvey was big on appearances.
Something he was acutely reminded of when he came into work the next morning with his hair dyed black. He was stared at, then yelled at.
"We don't hire emo-punk hipsters at this firm," Harvey berated him. "What's this going to look like to our clients? Or a judge? What were you thinking? Are you getting high again?"
"It was just a bet I lost, okay?" Mike lied. "It'll wash out in a few days. And I don't look like an emo-punk hipster," he added indignantly.
He really didn't. Granted, he liked his blond hair better, but he'd styled this dark hair very neatly. It wasn't as if he'd shown up with gelled spikes or anything.
"It better. Now if you're done wasting my time by doing something that requires me to lecture you, get out of my office and start on that paperwork that I know is on your desk."
Well, that had gone about as well as he could have hoped.
It took almost half of his paycheck for that month, but by the next night-- Harvey's birthday night-- Mike had his small apartment bedroom decorated with ridiculous lights, a chess set, and weird, shiny red sheets with a gold shirt, black pants and black boots laid out on the bed.
Of course, all that research and decorating was the easy part. Convincing Harvey to actually come over to his place was the real challenge.
"We are not spending my birthday in your dumpy apartment," Harvey told him flatly.
Mike sighed. "You know, if you paid me more, I might be able to afford a place that is worthy of your esteemed presence."
Harvey cracked a grin. "Predictable, albeit fair retort. However, I already made reservations at the hotel that has my favorite room service."
"Restaurant delivery services will bring great food to my apartment, you know. Besides, will we really be doing that much eating anyway?" Mike asked suggestively.
"You get cranky if you go three hours without eating."
Mike ignored him. "Look, I have a surprise all set up for you, okay? So just fucking come over to my apartment for just one night, will you?"
Harvey's eyes narrowed. "If this is a surprise party, I'm not just breaking up with you, I'm firing you, too."
"It's not a surprise party!" Mike huffed. "I promise. Can you just cooperate for once?"
"All right," Harvey finally agreed. "But if your mattress is lumpy, I'm not staying the night."
***
Once they were through Mike's front door, he gestured for Harvey to sit on the sofa.
Harvey glanced at it skeptically, but said nothing before he sat carefully.
"I'll just be a few minutes in the bathroom, okay? Don't move."
"What's wrong with me waiting in the bedroom?"
"It will ruin the surprise. And I locked the door, so don't even think about peeking."
Harvey frowned, clearly disappointed as he’d probably been planning to do just that. Yep, Mike knew him well.
"Hurry up then."
Inside the bathroom, Mike quickly dressed in a tight black t-shirt, the blue Spock tunic, the awkward black pants and laced up the equally unfashionable black boots. He had no idea why Harvey watched a show with such awful clothing-- apparently as well as he knew him, there were still things he couldn't predict.
The ears were more difficult to apply, and he doubted they'd stay on once the sex started getting good, but it was the thought that counted, right? He smoothed his bangs down his forehead and straightened his posture. Hopefully Harvey would want to play along, or this would be real embarrassing.
He exited the bathroom, a little nervous. Harvey was engrossed in his Blackberry and didn't even look up.
Mike cleared his throat to get his attention.
Harvey still didn't look. "Are you ready to have sex now?" he asked, still tapping away at his phone without taking his eyes off it.
Why did he make it so hard to do anything nice for him? "Harvey!" Mike said his name loudly.
"What?" Harvey asked, finally raising his head.
"Reporting for duty, Captain," Mike said, trying to sound like Spock, but he was so nervous that his voice squeaked a little.
Harvey's eyebrows almost flew off his forehead.
Mike walked over to the bedroom door and unlocked it. "I believe we have three point two hours before alpha shift begins, if you would be amenable to a game of chess?"
Harvey, for once, had apparently been rendered speechless. He stepped inside the bedroom and he glanced around before his gaze stopped on the gold uniform. "Oh. Mike."
Mike desperately wished he could do that mind meld thingy like the real Spock could, just so he could know what Harvey was thinking.
But he needn't have wondered much longer, because Harvey crossed the room to the bed, scooped up the uniform, and headed into the bathroom.
He came back into the bedroom a minute later, and Mike had to admit, he might have to re-think his opinion of that uniform. Harvey made it look good.
"I'm not really in the mood for chess tonight, Mr. Spock."
Harvey couldn't help but smile with relief. Not only did Harvey understand what he was trying to do, he wanted to play.
"What alternative activity would you suggest, Captain?"
Harvey paused, seeming like he was trying to think of a scenario, before he spoke again. "Did you watch Amok Time, Mike?"
"Is that the super-gay fuck or die one?"
Harvey chuckled. "That'd be the one, yes."
"Yeah, I saw it."
"I want you to be Spock in pon-farr and I have to convince you that there's no time to waste and I have to fuck you right now."
Mike grinned. "Okay."
Harvey took a step toward him. He reached out his arms and put his hands on his shoulders. "Spock, I've noticed you've been acting a little... out of character lately."
"I am fine, Captain."
And yeah, those uniform pants didn't hide the fact that Harvey got a little harder every time Mike called him "Captain."
"What about the other day in the mess hall? You almost... seemed... emotional."
Mike lost it at that Shatner-esque pause. "Hey, can you be a little more Chris Pine Kirk and not Shatner Kirk? Otherwise I am not going to be able to get through this without laughing every time you talk."
Harvey, fortunately, grinned back. "How dare you. Okay, fine, I'll tone it down a little."
Mike tried to pick up where they left off. "The mess hall, Captain? To what are you referring?"
"You almost seemed angry when they ran out of plomeek soup."
"I was not."
Harvey took a step closer and touched the tip of his pointed ear. "Spock. We know each other better than that. It's been seven years, hasn't it?"
Mike thanked the fortunes for giving him a photographic memory, because otherwise, he'd be way out of his depths with Harvey's Star Trek trivia knowledge. "Captain, that is a very personal matter."
"I know, Spock. I know. But I'm just saying... we're miles away from Vulcan or a starbase. If you need help, I'm here for you."
Mike feigned bashfullness and cast his eyes away. "We cannot."
"We're good friends, aren't we, Spock? What's a little fun between friends?"
"I do not need help. I am already fucking McCoy," Mike said, unable to stop from grinning as he said it.
Harvey frowned and slapped his shoulder. "C'mon, that's not how this should go."
Mike laughed. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it was just so obvious they were doing each other."
Harvey rolled his eyes. "It was obvious they were all doing each other. No more breaking character. If we're going to do this, let's do this."
Mike nodded solemnly. "I apologize, Captain."
"That's better."
Mike spoke again, "Perhaps you are right. It is not logical to die if there is a means available to prevent death."
Harvey cupped his cheek. "No. Not logical at all." He leaned forward and kissed him.
And, this, this Mike could definitely do. It was easy to let Harvey take the lead now, getting lost in the kiss. He even followed along when Harvey started running his fingers over his hand, caressing it in such a way that seemed like it was part of the role-playing, though apparently Mike hadn't gotten far enough in his research to know what that was all about. He mimicked that a little, but focused more on Harvey's mouth.
It wasn't long before Harvey was grabbing his ass and pulling their hips together. Harvey was already rock hard and Mike hadn't even touched his dick yet.
"Bed," Harvey muttered, pushing Mike towards it.
Mike fell willingly. Harvey clambered on top of him, kissing him hard and grinding his cock into him. Yeah, it was pretty clear that Harvey thought Kirk was a top like himself.
Mike almost forgot they were pretending to be the characters, he got so involved with Harvey's mouth and tongue and needy rutting. But he wanted this to be remembered forever, to be the best sex of Harvey's life. He'd have to do more than just have Harvey top him as if it were any other day.
He pushed Harvey up, trying to be as strong as Spock actually would. He sat up and moved down the bed.
"I believe I would like to perform fellatio on you now," Mike intoned.
Harvey's mouth quirked upward, as if trying not to laugh. Mike wasn't offended. It was ridiculous, and the state of Harvey's cock made it obvious that he was enjoying this.
"By all means, Commander."
Harvey rolled onto his back and splayed his legs open in invitation.
Mike eagerly knelt between his legs, unzipping Harvey's pants and pulling out his cock. He licked at the head a bit, teasing, before he took hold of the waistband and started pulling down Harvey's pants.
Harvey stopped him quickly. "Leave them on."
Mike smiled. Of course Harvey would want to fuck in the uniforms. At least they'll be put to good use, considering how much they cost, Mike mused to himself as he swallowed Harvey.
Harvey moaned. Mike bobbed up and down on his cock, keeping his eyes up and on Harvey. He looked like he was enjoying himself quite a bit. Harvey couldn't take his eyes off him and kept touching his hair and the ears. And when Harvey's cock was squirting bits of precome in his mouth, Mike knew it was time to move things along.
"I require sexual intercourse now."
Harvey hastily got up and rearranged them. "Where do you keep the lube, Spock?"
"The lubricant is in the top drawer, Captain."
Mike saw Harvey's cock twitch at that. He decided he was going to have to call him that in bed more often, even if they weren't officially playing the characters again.
Harvey returned with the lube, nudging him onto his belly. His pants were pulled off completely, but Harvey left the shirts on. He didn't take much time with prep, but that was fine, Mike understood he was turned on more than usual, and he was ready.
Harvey pushed his way inside. It wasn't slow, it wasn't careful, but it was steady, and Mike took a deep breath and pushed back out, taking every inch of Harvey's cock when it was given to him.
"God, Spock. Your tight Vulcan ass feels so good."
Mike buried his face into the pillow, muffling his bark of laughter, ever so grateful Harvey had positioned him on his stomach. Normally he knew Harvey liked to see his face... but maybe this way had a better look at his fake ears.
But, all awful Star Trek references aside, Mike didn't have to worry about laughing after that. It wasn't that Harvey stopped making them; Harvey was always borderline-obnoxiously talkative during sex. No, it wasn't that, and Mike almost wished they were recording this that he could use some of the ridiculous things Harvey was saying as blackmail. But Mike stopped laughing because he was getting fucked well-- Harvey had pulled him up onto his hands and knees, was pounding him hard, and Mike was barely able to do anything more than moan and just take it.
"Jerk yourself off, Spock," Harvey panted. "And hurry, I'm not going to last much longer."
Mike obeyed, bracing with one arm and reaching beneath himself, grabbing his cock and stroking furiously. In all honesty, the role-playing didn't do anything for him, but it was hot to see Harvey so into it, to know that he was enjoying it so much. Harvey rarely was ready to come this quickly, and knowing that made Mike ready to come, too.
"Captain, yes, fuck me harder, Captain!" Mike yelled for good measure.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Harvey shouted in return, and Mike felt Harvey's cock jump inside him, Harvey's hands gripping his hips tightly as he gave three final quick thrusts before he buried himself as deeply as he could go.
Just as Harvey finished his orgasm, Mike's began, his cock spurting load after load onto the ugly red sheet. Harvey had apparently retained enough control of his body to help Mike keep from collapsing onto the bed, his hand taking over on Mike's cock when Mike's other arm shook and he lost the ability to keep himself propped up.
After the last drops had been squeezed from his cock, Harvey eased him down onto the bed, settling next to him and traced the tip of one of his ears. "Do you feel better now, Spock?"
As much as he wanted to keep in character, Mike was never able to talk much after a good orgasm. "Indeed," he managed to mumble.
Neither of them was much for touching after sex, so they just laid side by side, recovering quietly.
Eventually, Mike got enough of himself back to ask softly, "Did you like your present?"
For once, Harvey didn't dick around with him and answered honestly. "You gave me something I didn't even know I wanted. And I usually always know everything I want. And at least now I really know why you dyed your hair, you punk."
Mike smiled. It was mission accomplished, pun intended.
THE END.