This keeps happeniiiiing.
Came across a few fics where Mike would end up laying on top of Harvey like this and IDK I find it cute? One of the few things I can see Harvey being kind of okay with in terms of affection when they’re together. I really don’t see him being one for things like simple kisses and whatnot, not till he feels completely at ease with being with Mike in a physical way. Or something. I can’t think.
Reference used for the pose from Thinkstock.
I have never confused fanfiction and canon this much before.
Harvey and Mike, casual with coffee, for Kyoy. ♥
Ok, so apparently the gif theme of the night is One Night in Valhalla.
I’m totally ok with that.
Btw - everyone’s cuter in camo.
I just have to wonder what Mike would think if he ever found those in Harvey’s drawer.
“Harvey? What the hell are these?” Confused, Mike pulled the green underwear out of the drawer, blinking in shock as he saw the camouflage. Looking over his shoulder, he noticed Harvey at the bedroom door, his expression resembling that of a deer in headlights. “Something you want to tell me?”
“Oh, like you don’t have anything embarassing in your drawer?” he shot back. “I seem to recall a pair of Pez boxers I found one day…”
“That’s different. I can at least use the young and tasteless excuse, Harvey. However, these? Where the hell did you even find them, a hunting store?”
“You’ll never know,” Harvey sneered.
“I know, you sit around in them with a wife beater on and watch NASCAR, don’t you! How very white trash of you!”
“How many times do I have to tell you? Indy car racing is not the same as NASCAR, Mike. And mock me all you want, you wouldn’t argue if I happened to ‘drag’ you to the Indy 500.”
Mike froze. “You’re kidding, right? You’ve got tickets?”
“Of course I’ve got tickets,” Harvey replied. “But, since you’re so set against it, maybe I’ll leave you at the kennel instead.”
“Are you ever going to stop with the puppy jokes?”
“Not on your life, Rookie. Not on your life.”
“You could have told me that you turned into a juvenile delinquent when you get drunk,” Mike muttered as he climbed over a safety barrier after Harvey. Suit and all. And really Mike would never have imagined Harvey to do anything like this, let alone giggle like he does when Mike sighs. Harvey’s hand appears in front of his face and he hauls Mike up onto the ledge running around the top of the Pearson Hardman building. Mike sways slightly and Harvey pulls him close.
“I’ll show you juvenile,” he replies and Mike frowns.
“That doesn’t even make sense,” it was Mike’s bright idea to get Harvey drunk after winning yet another big client for the firm and it had all been going fine, Harvey’s wandering hands and big slow grin, hauling Mike by the collar out of the bar and back to the office, stealing kisses on the way.
And now they were on the roof, and Harvey was drunk, and they were precariously balanced on the ledge and one step could have them falling to their dooms.
“Dooms is a stupid word,” Harvey mutters and mike swallows, realises he probably said that out loud or Harvey’s mind reading ability gets more pronounced the drunker he gets. “Look puppy,” he pulls away slightly and leans out and Mike’s stomach knots.
“Ok you know what,” Mike steps off the ledge and pulls Harvey down with him, “enough death defying stunts, you’re not Batman,” Harvey laughs, kisses Mike breathless.
“That would make you Robin,” he says and laughs again and Mike sighs as Harvey steps away and stumbles back over to the door. “Hey,” he exclaimed and bends down, sways and nearly falls, but stands back upright and holds a can of spray paint. Mike doesn’t even want to contemplate how much trouble he is going to be in tomorrow when Harvey no doubt gets paint on his suit but he can’t help but smile at the infectious grin on Harvey’s face. The grin turns to a idea forming smirk and Mike frowns as Harvey darts off around some corner and Mike hears the distinctive noise of spray paint. Harvey throws the can down when Mike rounds the corner and grins again, pulls Mike close and kisses him hard but not before Mike manages to catch the glaringly obvious yellow letters that his immaculate boss painted on the office building roof.
Batman and Robin were here
A New Bed
Harvey is good. Really good. Mike will even go so far as to say he’s I never want to be with anyone else, best I’ve ever had type good.
But for all his talents Harvey cannot physically make the earth move beneath them. Sometimes Mike thinks that’s his goal, when Mike’s knees dig into the mattress and his forehead is pressed to ridiculously opulent sheets and Harvey is thrusting hard and fast and Mike can do nothing but gasp for breath and grip at the sheets and enjoy the ride. But Harvey doesn’t have command over the elements and never will.
And then, as if to prove Mike wrong, the bed collapses from under them.
The noise of snapping wood is louder than the panting and moans of the two men and a small scream might escape Mike’s lips as they fall two feet but Harvey the talented bastard doesn’t stop, doesn’t even acknowledge it, just keeps moving. It only takes a few seconds for Mike to forget about it too, pushing his body back and silently urging Harvey to go deeper, and Harvey’s fingers dig into his skin and everything feel so fucking good and he comes with a cry, eyes squeezed shut and hands fisting into the sheets.
His whole body feels weak and drained but he remains in place, takes ragged breaths as he tries to refill his lungs. He knows Harvey had been holding out, waiting for him, so it doesn’t take long for Harvey to come, a guttural cry escaping his lips.
Mike finally lets himself fall, crashes down onto the mattress, and Harvey follows suit, collapsing beside him, all sweaty and warm skin and limbs thrown haphazardly over hips.
“You broke the bed,” Mike says as soon as he is able, amusement tinging the accusation.
“I think you’ll find we broke the bed,” Harvey corrects.
Mike laughs. He turns over, presses his mouth to Harvey’s chest, buries his head into his neck. “You need a new bed.”
Harvey’s arms and legs completely enclose Mike as he says, “You mean we need a new bed.”
He doesn’t wear them often, only when its been a long week full of short nights and not enough Mike, and he prefers to swallow a couple of Tylenol and wash it down with some Whiskey and fall into bed than put them on. But tonight, there’s a headache building rapidly behind his eyes and he still has another hour or of work to do. Mike’s asleep on the other side of the couch, curled into an impossible small ball with a slight blush of sleep against his cheeks as Harvey slips his glasses on and rubs a circle against his temple. Immersed in work he doesn’t notice Mike’s moved until he rolls his neck and catches sight of Mike, small smile curling his lips, blush still on his cheeks, eyes open and fixed on Harvey.
“You look good in glasses,” he mutters sleepily and stretches, exposing a strip of skin below his old t-shirt and too loose track pants. Harvey reaches out and runs his fingers over the skin and Mike hums. “Wear them more often?”
“Only if you behave, pup,” Harvey replies, pulling his hand back and glancin g back at his briefs. Mike shifts, and Harvey finds himself with a lapful of over eager, yet sleep pliant Associate.
identity crisis, suits
patrick j adams
So the thing is Mike doesn’t so much stumble into the Pearson Hardman Harvard interviews as he saunters in. He doesn’t fight for a job, he seduces and charms with exactly the things Harvey Specter would want out of a Harvard douche if he could actually find one to fit the bill. He doesn’t give up a life he had, instead he takes a new one. Signs the deal with a hand fisted in Harvey’s tie and their lips pressed tight together, rocking up against him. The whimpered moan that he swallows the name on the dotted line.
#you’re either worthless or your priceless #think about that Mike #think about what Harvey is really saying #even if it’s through a filter of repressed emotions #because seriously Harvey is trusting you to take down Louis on your own #he trusts you so much that he’s willing to bet you #that’s how much he believes in you #you boys need to talk it out okay?
blowjobs in the kitchen
“Are you really jacking off?” Mike asked, pulling again on Harvey’s hair. “Do I really turn you on so much that you can’t even wait your turn?”
Harvey raised his eyebrows and leaned back, letting his hand drop from Mike’s cock. “What did I tell you about gloating?” he asked.
“Why don’t you try sucking?” Mike wagged his dick in Harvey’s face.
With a smirk, Harvey took Mike’s cock in his mouth again.