I’m sorry for the significant lack of kissing in this ficlet.
The celebratory drinks were Mike’s idea. Harvey would have been perfectly happy to head home and sip his expensive scotch and make sure he was as prepared as possible for tomorrow’s client meeting, but Mike’s puppy dog eyes and dejected expression had poked at some sentiment that Harvey preferred to keep buried. So reluctantly Harvey agreed.
He hadn’t expected it to be like this though, for Mike not to be the drunk frat boy that Harvey had witnessed a few weeks previous. His associate was surprisingly pleasant company and (not surprisingly) knowledgeable about plenty of topics to keep the conversation flowing while keeping Harvey’s interest. It was pleasant to get to know Mike outside of work where Mike was busy caring all over Harvey’s hard earned clients; Mike was still as passionate about people it was just easier to accept when his associate wasn’t messing things up.
Harvey knew it was time to leave when he could feel warmth in his belly and spent more time focusing on Mike’s mouth than actually listening to what the kid was saying. His fixation was annoying at best and possibly career ruining at worst. And thus he beat a hasty retreat before Harvey’s alcohol addled mind thought of better uses for those lush lips.
Mike (big brain and all) was clearly not all that apt at reading between the lines because Harvey wanted to leave alone. He didn’t want to be tempted by Mike once they weren’t in public because it was unlikely that Harvey would be able to contain himself. But Mike followed behind Harvey like the good boy he was (at least that bit of training wouldn’t be undone).
The few sprinkles of rain from early that day had turned into a downpour, one that drenched the two within a matter of minutes as they waited for their ride. His associate seemed to be enjoying what Harvey found to be an unfortunate circumstance on a near perfect day. Harvey would pout, but that was unbecoming of a man with his reputation. He could just make the best of the situation.
So he watched. Watched how Mike looked so incredibly young and more innocent than should be allowed in one person. Noticed how the water darkened Mike’s hair and ran enticingly down smooth, pale skin until it hit the roughness of his stubble. And then he turned and Harvey examined the emotion that played across his features when Mike found himself the object of Harvey’s scrutiny.
Turn of Events Part 1
The celebratory drinks were Mike’s idea. Harvey would have been perfectly happy to head home and sip his expensive scotch and make sure he was as prepared as possible for tomorrow’s client meeting, but Mike’s puppy dog eyes and dejected expression had poked at some sentiment that Harvey preferred to keep buried. So reluctantly Harvey agreed.
He hadn’t expected it to be like this though, for Mike not to be the drunk frat boy that Harvey had witnessed a few weeks previous. His associate was surprisingly pleasant company and (not surprisingly) knowledgeable about plenty of topics to keep the conversation flowing while keeping Harvey’s interest. It was pleasant to get to know Mike outside of work where Mike was busy caring all over Harvey’s hard earned clients; Mike was still as passionate about people it was just easier to accept when his associate wasn’t messing things up.
Harvey knew it was time to leave when he could feel warmth in his
belly and spent more time focusing on Mike’s mouth than actually listening to what the kid was saying. His fixation was annoying at best and possibly career ruining at worst. And thus he beat a hasty retreat before Harvey’s alcohol addled mind thought of better uses for those lush lips.
Mike (big brain and all) was clearly not all that apt at reading between the lines because Harvey wanted to leave alone. He didn’t want to be tempted by Mike once they weren’t in public because it was unlikely that Harvey would be able to contain himself. But Mike followed behind Harvey like the good boy he was (at least that bit of training wouldn’t be undone).
The few sprinkles of rain from early that day had turned into a downpour, one that drenched the two within a matter of minutes as they waited for their ride. His associate seemed to be enjoying what Harvey found to be an unfortunate circumstance on a near perfect day. Harvey would pout, but that was unbecoming of a man with his reputation. He could just make the best of the situation.
So he watched. Watched how Mike looked so incredibly young and more innocent than should be allowed in one person. Noticed how the water darkened Mike’s hair and ran enticingly down smooth, pale skin until it hit the roughness of his stubble. And then he turned and Harvey examined the emotion that played across his features when Mike found himself the object of Harvey’s scrutiny.