What Harvey Wants, A "Suits" Drabble
Title: What Harvey Wants
Rating: R
Pairing: Harvey/Mike (UST)
Warnings: Some BDSM thoughts, slightly obsessive thoughts
Summary: Harvey can't stop thinking about his new associate
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Harvey couldn't sleep. Again.
He glanced at the clock on his bedside. It flashed 2:48. He sighed and rolled out of bed. He wandered into the living room of his high-rise apartment and flopped down on the couch. He could do some extra work on his laptop, but that would just annoy him since the whole point of having an associate was so he didn't have to work at nearly 3 in the morning. And if he were working, he would inevitably start thinking of the person of the person who should be working at 3 in the morning; His new associate Mike Ross.
So much for not thinking about him, but he couldn't help himself, the kid was an interesting case. Mike was clever, funny, and his photographic memory made him an extremely valuable resource. He was also devious, basically blackmailing Harvey into keeping him around. If he played his cards right, and with Harvey as mentor he would, he could be a great lawyer.
He seemed to have a problem letting go of that damn Trevor guy though. Mike was so attached to him, Harvey couldn't help but wonder if they had had a "thing". It wouldn't surprise him. Mike needed a mentor, someone to latch on to. Hell, even Louis had seen that, but Trevor was bad news, Harvey knew that the first time Mike had told him what had gone down with the weed fiasco. Under Harvey, Mike would make a name for himself, but if he kept placing his trust in that Trevor bastard, he wouldn't last ten minutes. Trevor would ruin him. Ruin the sweet, naive, caring, eager-to-please Mike and turn him into a loser just like Trevor.
And Mike was eager to please. And hot. Harvey could tell him to do anything and Mike would do it with barely any complaining, and after he was done he looked so good, clothing askew and hair rumpled, looking like he just got laid. Mike looked so pleased with himself whenever he impressed Harvey. It was like he craved Harvey's approval and respect. Harvey would have thought it was pathetically desperate if it wasn't so damn hot.
Harvey bet he could ask Mike to get on his knees and suck him off in the middle of the office in broad daylight, and the kid would do it with no comments besides that little smirk. And there were days when he wanted to. When he wanted him to crawl under his desk and give him a blowjob in the middle of the day.
Harvey felt his cock start to harden.
When he wanted to tell him to go to the men's room and then lock the door and fuck him in a stall. When he wanted to bend him over his desk and fuck him senseless. And he was pretty confident that Mike wouldn't say no; he'd seen some of the looks the boy had cast his way.
It was just, if he started, he didn't think he'd be able to stop. He'd want more. He'd want to play a darker game with him. He didn't think Mike would be up for that, not many were. Even if he was up for it, then he might become too attached. They, well Harvey, might actually begin to care about someone other than himself. He knew Mike already cared about him, at least a little bit, and Mike was always teasing him, telling him Harvey cared about him. Harvey would always deny it, but Mike still wore that little smirk, like he knew Harvey wasn't telling the truth. That annoying little smirk.
Harvey wished he could wipe it off his face. He knew exactly how he would do it too. It would start with Mike blindfolded, handcuffed to his bed, wearing that smirk and not much else. Then Harvey would slowly tease and torment him, with ice, candle wax, toys, anything, until that smirk was no where to be found and Mike was begging him, pleading with him to be fucked. And then they would clash together, so drunk on lust they would have no idea whose pleasure was whose.
Harvey's cock was rock hard now, begging to be touched.
But Mike wasn't like that. He wasn't into domination and pain and ownership. He was a smart kid, who, apart from sending Harvey some questionable looks, only needed someone to help him out so he could pay for his grandmother's care.
Harvey's dick began to soften. Harvey glanced at the clock and rolled his eyes. It was 3:02. This was ridiculous. He leaned over and grabbed the remote off of the coffee table. He flicked through the TV channels before he found one playing Die Hard. He relaxed, focusing on Bruce Willis and how much it would suck to walk on broken glass.
And he was absolutely not focusing on a certain blonde associate of his.
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