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You’re like a puppy I’m just sayin’
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My sexual orientation: this photoset.
I mean, a man with rolled-up sleeves making me bagels? That’s everyone’s sexual orientation, as far as I know.
Harvey’s covered in flour.
Well not covered so much as there are artistic streaks of flour over one cheekbone and up his bare forearms. He’s got his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and honestly, Mike thinks a sight like that might actually be hotter than Harvey naked.
Ok, that’s a little bit farfetched but you get the point.
But Harvey’s covered in flour, that’s the point of this story and Mike’s pretty sure he’s still half asleep at this point.
Harvey’s got a thick strong of dough and he wraps it around his hand, pinches the edges together and lies the circle onto the counter top. Which is also covered in flour. Mike can smell the coffee coming from the bubbling machine. He leans against the doorframe and watches Harvey wrap some more dough around his hand.
“Do you want coffee or are you just going to watch me all morning?” Harvey asks, his voice amused yet Mike can hear the weariness in it as he pushes himself off the doorframe and drops a kiss to Harvey’s shoulder on his way past to the coffee machine. “Pour me some.”
“What time did you get in?” Mike asks, Harvey had sent Mike home at about 2 this morning and Mike doesn’t remember Harvey coming in. Having said that, he’s pretty sure Harvey is still wearing the same shirt that he was yesterday.
“About an hour ago,” Harvey answers, setting another circle of dough onto the floured counter top.
“No sleep?” Mike asks, sliding a mug of coffee next to Harvey and leaning his head on Harvey’s shoulder. He feels Harvey shake his head. “What are you making?”
“Bagels,” Harvey says and reaches back to dust Mike’s nose with his floury finger.
“How Gordon Ramsey of you,” Mike laughs and brushes the flour off his nose. Harvey raises an eyebrow and drops the bagels into a large pan of boiling water. Mike makes his way around the counter and leans his forearms against it, his chin in his hands, watching Harvey as he turns the bagels and pulls them out onto a cooling rack. He sprinkles half with poppy seeds and the other half with sesame seeds and slides them into the oven. With that he reaches across the counter and cups his hands around Mike’s face. “Ten minutes…go shower.”
Mike turns his face and kisses Harvey’s palm and heads off into the shower.
When he gets back to the kitchen, the smell of fresh baking is filling the air and Mike’s stomach grumbles loudly as Harvey places a basket of bagels on the table. The table’s filled with cream cheese and coffee, lox and capers, fresh fruit and butter and Mike grins up at Harvey as Harvey places a sesame bagel on Mike’s plate.
Mike splits it and piles on the cream cheese and lox, he flicks the capers off though and grins at Harvey and he squashes the top back onto it.
One bite though, one bite is enough to convince Mike he’s hopelessly in love with Harvey.
“Oh my god, I love you,” Mike groans around a mouthful and Harvey freezes for a second before raises an eyebrow again. “Um…”
“Love you too,” Harvey says simply and Mike blinks, then grins, and swallows his mouthful.
“Eat your breakfast.”
- your car looks AWESOME!!! And your flatmate too xDD (same for the car’s name :P )
I love you.
I cant wait to see it!
me too xD
“What the hell is that?” His dad asks as Stiles descends the stairs like some Teenage rom com starlet. Luckily though he doesn’t trip and greets Derek with a wink before turning back to his dad.
“A costume,” he says simply, tugging down the gold shorts. Derek clears his throat like he’s wondering why the hell he had to meet Stiles at his dad’s house. He’ll tell Derek later it was because there was no way Stiles was walking around Beacon Hills like this without Derek wearing something equally as ridiculous. Having said that, Derek is wearing nothing of the sort. Actually the bastard looks stupidly hot right now dressed as a goddam fireman and if his dad wasn’t staring at them both like he wants to get them committed, Stiles would launch himself at him.
“Do I even want to know of what?” His dad asks, getting the wrinkle between his eyes that means that he’s despairing right now.
“Reno 911,” Stiles says like its obvious, and it is. Ok, not blatantly obvious, given the fact that his is made out of Gold lame, but still. Derek snorts unhelpfully and his dad lowers his head into his hands.
“If you get arrested for indecent exposure, I’m not helping,” his dad looks up at both of them and points at Derek. “Keep him out of trouble.” And with that, he disappears and Stiles hears the unmistakable sound of a beer bottle being opened.
“So…” Stiles starts and Derek has him up against the doorframe to the sitting room before he can say anything else.
“You’re a little shit, you know that?” Derek mutters, his face right in the crook of Stiles’s neck and oh…Derek likes his costume.
“Want me to handcuff you later?” Stiles asks and all he gets in return in a growl. “Ok, growly pants, lets get out of here and make out in Lydia’s bedroom.”
What They Smell Like:
Harvey smells like money, not in the pretentious way that some people do, he smells clean and expensive, his suits always smell freshly laundered by high class cleaners. His hands smell of lotion, fresh and not over powering. He doesn’t wear cologne, he doesn’t need to. The scent of him is intoxicating enough.
How They Sleep:
When Harvey eventually sleeps, it’s usually half sitting up in his bed with files open across his knees. Mike has lost count of the number of times he has had to remove the files and tug on Harvey’s legs to get him to lie down and actually sleep properly. Once he’s done that, Harvey sleeps with a possessive arm around Mike and his nose pressed to the back of Mike’s neck.
What Music They Enjoy:
Harvey likes Jazz the most, but as background noise, the soft floating music coming from the speakers as he plays over scenarios in his head, spitballs ideas with Mike in his office. It’s only when Mike finds him blaring out Classical, usually Mars, the bringer of war, that Mike knows something is wrong. Harvey embodies his music, his music is sophisticated and expensive, with a hint of danger in the notes as they trip over each other.
How Much Time They Spend Getting Ready In The Morning:
Regardless of how immaculate Harvey looks when he walks through the doors of the office, he never takes more than half an hour to get ready. His suits are neatly hanging in his closet, pressed and ready to wear, his shirts hanging in the same closet, ironed and immaculate. It’s like it’s effortless for him to look as spectacular as he does.
Favourite Thing To Collect:
Mike used to laugh at Harvey’s Balls. He used to think it was charming the way Harvey collected baseballs and displayed them in his office. Now he understands, it’s not the balls, but what they represent to Harvey, the beauty of the game that he loves so much. It’s still charming, but not in a funny way anymore, more of a “I’m so glad I get to see that side of you now” way.
Right-Handed or Left-Handed:
Harvey’s right handed, Mike noticed straight away because he couldn’t take his eyes of Harvey’s hands. They’re stunning, in a masculine way, neat trimmed nails, soft skin, the pads of his fingers a little rougher as they trail over Mike’s skin. The veins on the back stand out stark against his skin sometimes and Mike runs his tongue over them. Harvey will also curl his right hand into Mike’s hair and pulls him close to kiss him.
Religion (if any):
Harvey doesn’t believe in anything. Not in a higher power anyway, he believes in himself, he believed in Jessica. But since Mike barrelled into his life with a briefcase of weed, Harvey’s started to believe in something else, something that terrifyingly feels a lot like love.
Harvey likes all sports, his favourite is pretty much baseball, he just loves the whole game. He loves the atmosphere going to games, the smell of them.
He loves sport to watch, he used to love it play until his shoulder gave out. But now, with his twin girls grinning up at him and Mike laughing from the kitchen, he loves the sport of Pony Rides.
Favourite Touristy Thing To Do:
Harvey managed to wrangle a weekend away from the office, and dragged Mike out of the city. Mike remembers the smell of the fresh air, the Pumpkin Patches he made Harvey walk through in his immaculate shoes and the way Harvey had looked, in his own clothes (not the suits), with his hair freer than normal, surrounded my pumpkins.
Harvey may have moaned about it for weeks after, but Mike knows he’s still got a picture of both of them from that weekend, in his top drawer of his desk at work.
Favourite Kind Of Weather:
Harvey likes it when its crisp and sunny. The perfect weather for running through Central Park. The blue sky, the cold breeze, the way Mike’s fingers and nose go red in the cold. Harvey like’s to rub his hands over Mike’s to get the temperature back up to normal, and kisses the tip of his nose. The smile that Mike gives him is worth Mike’s moaning.
A Weird/Obscure Fear They Have:
Harvey’s scared Mike will leave him, he’s scared Mike will finally figure out Harvey’s got nothing to give him and he’s terrified that Mike will then, pack his bags and never come back.
He does once, pack his bags, after a particular cruel argument that left Harvey wandering around his empty apartment cursing the silence.
Mike’s not leaving though, he knows that, but the cruel voices in the back of his head still speak every now and then.
The Carnival/Arcade Game They Win Without Fail:
Mike isn’t sure Harvey’s ever been to an arcade, and the sight of him standing in the middle of it, surrounded by screaming children, looking like the whole place is about to go up in flames any minute, is one of the funniest things Mike has ever seen. Harvey though, manages to pull a hail mary out of the bag and wins so many of those crappy stuffed toys from those claw machines that he has little girls surrounding him within minutes.
Despite the fact Harvey looks like he wants to disinfect his entire body by the time Mike manages to disentangle the girls from Harvey’s pant legs, he’s smiling a smile Mike hasn’t seen in a long time.
oooooooooooh what are you doing?
bleaching them, ombré effect, so i can dye them next week….
bwessums, like “bless” but for babies.
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