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It was two in the morning now and they had been working on filling out forms for a little under four hours. Papers and Chinese takeout boxes were scattered on the coffee table in front of the couch they were sitting on. Mike had no idea there were so many forms and variations of the forms; as it was the stack of papers they needed to work on was only down to half of what it had originally been.
“Should we call it a night?” Mike asked hopefully. The office opened around seven, which meant he was already going
to only get a few hours of sleep.
“Tired already?” teased Harvey. He was used to long nights and little sleep, sometimes because of work and sometimes because of lovely creatures gracing his sheets.
“Not even a little.” The lie came out easily, but Mike could tell Harvey didn’t believe him.
“Well that’s good to hear because I need to grab some more papers from my office.” Smirking as Mike groaned beside him, Harvey stood and went to his home office. Going to work in the morning would be interesting; he had a lot to do. Of course, towards the top of the list was putting Louis in his place. Mike was his—his employee, his responsibility, and he would never allow Mike’s lack of credentials be discovered by the man, no matter what. After all, if he was
found out, then Harvey would be going down with him.
When he walked back into the room, Harvey wasn’t surprised to see that Mike had fallen asleep on the couch (he was surprised to see the lights off). His head was lolled back and he was snoring quietly. Despite the fact that Harvey had walked in on him sleeping several times, Mike had never looked so at peace before. Part of him—a part that he usually ignored—forced him to acknowledge the fact that he had grown quite fond of Mike. More than he had originally intended; the fact that Harvey had let him come to his apartment was proof of that. After all, Harvey didn’t let just anyone in.
At first when he noticed the man seemed to follow him around and try to do what he asked (usually failing spectacularly in the beginning), Harvey found it to be a bit endearing. It was like having a puppy. Then when Louis started meddling, Harvey started becoming protective. Maybe it was because he didn’t like Louis, or maybe it was because Mike was simply different; either way, somewhere along the lines Mike had managed to cross over the title of “co-worker” into a completely different category altogether. The only problem now was that Harvey wasn’t sure which category Mike had fallen into.
On the other hand, Mike was having a nice dream. Not vivid pictures or anything like that—just sensations and flashes of faces and memories. The faint movement of a hand in his hair, skin brushing against his cheek—then light blinding him. Startled at the sudden light, he sat up and his face immediately hit into something; conveniently, Harvey’s chest. The older man pulled away and took a step back.
“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty.” Mike groaned at that. How long had he been asleep for anyway?
“What time is it? Actually… why were you leaning over me?”
“It’s 2:12 in the morning, and because you somehow managed to turn the lights off.”
“Oh.” Mike tilted his head back until he could see the wall above his head. Sure enough, there was a light switch there. He turned his attention back to Harvey. “Pretty odd place for a light switch isn’t it?”
“I like to be able to turn the lights on and off without getting up.” It was true, of course. Harvey enjoyed convenience and luxury. Mike merely nodded.
“Hey, I, uh…” Mike stopped making eye contact as he trailed off. “Did you touch my hair, y’know, before you turned off the light?”
Make it or break it time. Harvey sat down on the one clear spot on the coffee table, right in front of Mike. He was a man who went after what he wanted, and despite not knowing a few minutes ago, now Harvey knew that he wanted Mike.
“And what if I did?”
They made eye contact again, and this time Mike held his gaze before standing and kissing Harvey full on. It was hesitant and a bit sloppy but soon he grew confident when Harvey places his hands on Mike’s hips, pulling him closer. Mike knew he wanted this. He had always desired Harvey to want him. First as a co-worker, then as a friend, and a lover; he didn’t care if he was fired because right now everything felt right.
Separating for a moment, Harvey spoke against Mike’s lips, “are you sure this is what you want? This could be a one-time thing.”
“If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t have made the first move.”
“Looks like we’re going to be late getting into the office tomorrow.”
Mike laughed at that but was quickly cut off as he was pulled back into another kiss then dragged by his tie to the bed. There was a mixture of hand and clothes, pulling and touching, lips on skin and hair. They allowed themselves to get lost in each other, in this one moment away from the office; they let all their desires and needs take hold. In this moment, they were free.