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If there was one thing Mike Ross knew how to do properly, it was annoy Harvey Specter.
Harvey had no idea what was up with his associate today, but he had been particularly… bothersome. More than usual. He offered him coffee when the day started, but it wasn’t how Harvey took it and Mike just pretended he hadn’t been aware of it. Then, he’d been doing God knows what instead of getting research done for him in a timely manner. Not to mention barging into his office constantly, which Harvey specifically remembered telling him not to do when he first started at Pearson Hardman.
Something was going on with him, and it was driving Harvey insane trying to figure out what it was.
He decided to wait until the end of the day to try and talk to him. They were for once not in the middle of a case, and so Mike might not be here all night. Yet once the clock hit 7, Harvey didn’t have to wait long until Mike came into his office again.
“Hey. Any last minute bullshit you want me to do, or can I leave?” Mike asked, tilting his head. Harvey raised an eyebrow at him and then nodded to one of the chairs by the table in his office.
“Sit down.”
“Is that a yes?” Mike grumbled, going and taking a seat. Harvey stood from his desk, walking over and sitting directly across from him. He crossed one leg over the other and looked at him. Mike folded his arms.
“What?”
“Why so eager to get home?” He asked. Mike scoffed.
“Don’t act like you care.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Harvey asked. Mike rolled his eyes and ignored the question. “Have I done something?”
“You have been ignoring me all week,” Mike said. Harvey stared blankly at him.
“I’ve what?”
“You got that big case from Jessica with the bankers or whatever-“
“Real estate agents.”
“Whatever. And I’ve barely heard a thing from you,” he said. “You’re supposed to have my back, Harvey.”
“Who says I don’t?” Harvey said incredulously. Mike snorted, getting up and walking away. Harvey stood and followed him. “Mike.”
“I feel pretty shaky on what my place is here right now, Harvey, and getting the silent treatment from you isn’t helping things.”
“I haven’t been giving you the silent treatment, I’ve just been busy,” Harvey said. “That doesn’t mean you can’t trust me. What is this actually about?”
“That is what it’s actually about.”
“No. You’re exaggerating what’s been going on. You’re mad about something else,” Harvey pressed. Mike turned to him, looking pissed.
“You can’t read my mind.”
“Sure I can’t,” Harvey shrugged. “You only started bothering me all day today, which means whatever I really did was something last night. And all I did last night was leave early with Jessica…” He trailed off, meeting Mike’s gaze as it finally clicked.
“Ah.”
“That’s not it.”
“You’re jealous?” Harvey asked, taking a step forward. This made more sense. “You want attention. That’s what this has been.”
“Shut up, Harvey.”
“You could’ve just asked,” Harvey said. “I would’ve tried to help.”
“I’m never asking you for anything.”
“Right,” Harvey hummed, glancing out the window for a second and checking that the floor was clear. Donna had left early today and no one else was in sight. “Are you going to keep denying that’s why you’ve been bothering me all day?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Harvey nodded and grabbed his lapel, backing him up until his back hit the wall and getting as close to his face as he could without actually kissing him. “Still denying it?”
“Aren’t there cameras around here?”
“Not in my office,” Harvey said, looking down at him. Mike hummed.
“And not in the bathrooms, of course.” Harvey tilted his head curiously.
“No, not in the bathrooms.”
“Come on,” Mike mumbled, pulling away. Harvey reluctantly let go of him and followed, adjusting his cuff links a little as they went towards the bathrooms. Mike held the door for him and they walked in, the men’s room surprisingly spotless as usual.
“Why’re we here?” Harvey asked in confusion. Mike turned to him.
“Surely you’ve done- things- in worse places than this,” he said. Harvey looked around, not immediately getting the relevance.
“Well, yeah, I have…” He looked back at Mike as the last piece of the puzzle snapped into place. Mike looked away from him. “You mean that kind of attention.”
“You’re making this more embarrassing than it already is,” Mike muttered, folding his arms. Harvey moved closer to him.
“You haven’t been bothering me all day just because you’re jealous,” he said. Mike met his gaze with a warning look and Harvey paused. It was clear to him now: Mike had been annoying him all day because he wanted him to get pissed and teach him a lesson. But Mike clearly didn’t want him pointing that out, and his relationship with Mike (whatever it was) was one thing he actually cared about not screwing up. So Harvey did something very difficult for a lawyer to do, and stopped talking.
He walked over to the biggest stall and gestured Mike inside with his head, Mike following him. Harvey closed the door behind him and calmly scooped Mike up, pressing him into the wall and holding his legs around his waist.
“We have to be quiet, okay?” He murmured. “Everyone should’ve left by now, but just in case.”
Mike nodded, wrapping his arms around his neck. Harvey pressed a kiss to his throat before he started getting his belt off, pulling it out of the loops and setting it on the little couch in the stall.
“Why is there a couch there?” Mike whispered, looking down at it. Harvey looked up at him.
“What?”
“Why is there a couch there? What’s the point of that?”
“It’s fancy, that’s the point,” Harvey shrugged, starting to undo his pants. Mike shook his head.
“That’s so stupid.”
“Talk to the interior designer,” Harvey mumbled, tugging his pants down as much as he could. He pulled Mike’s boxers down next, then looking up at him for permission. Mike gave a small nod and Harvey leaned in, kissing him at the same time as he took him into his hand and swallowing the whimper he let out.
“Shh, good boy,” Harvey mumbled, rubbing him slowly. Mike took in a shaky breath and let it out again, relaxing into the touch a bit. Harvey wondered why he wanted to do this today in particular, but decided not to dwell on it. Whatever the reason was, he wanted Mike and he was happy to help with whatever kind of distraction he was in the mood for.
Harvey kept a slow but steady pace, continuing to kiss him and keeping him held up with his free arm wrapped around his waist. He occasionally ran his thumb over his tip or sped up just a little bit before slowing down again. It was the third or fourth time he’d done that when he got the reaction he wanted.
“Harvey,” Mike groaned, drawing out his name as he squirmed against him. Harvey smirked a little.
“What?”
“You could speed up some…”
“Mm, after you’ve been bothering me all day?” Harvey asked. Mike huffed. “I think I’ll take my time.”
He kept his hand moving at the same pace, pulling away after a minute and looking at Mike. He ran his thumb over his tip again and Mike shuddered, eyes nearly slipping shut but managing to hold Harvey’s gaze.
“Good,” Harvey mumbled, and repeated it. Mike bit his lip to muffle the moan he let out, his hips arching up a little. Harvey smiled, taking his hand away and watching him try and muffle a whine in the same way.
“I hope you realize you’re not getting what you want very fast tonight,” Harvey said, lifting his chin up a little with his hand. Mike looked slightly annoyed but nodded. “Alright. Get my wallet out of my pocket.”
Mike shifted forward and moved one of his hands into Harvey’s pocket, pulling it out. Harvey nodded.
“Open it.”
Mike opened it, looking through for a second before he pulled out his credit card.
“That’s not what I’m trying to have you get.”
“Harvey Reginald Specter,” Mike read his full name off. Harvey gave him a look.
“You already knew my middle name.”
“You’re right. I just needed the reminder so I could laugh about it again,” Mike said, putting the credit card back. “Hahaha.”
“Mike.”
“Hm?”
“Get it out,” Harvey said, in a tone just a little more authoritative than usual. Mike flushed and looked in another pocket for a second before he pulled out a lube packet and handed it to him.
“Good,” Harvey mumbled, leaning in and kissing him for a moment before he broke it and took his wallet back. He tossed it onto the couch and opened the packet with his teeth, seeing as one of his arms was still busy holding Mike up.
“Wall isn’t gonna work for this,” he mumbled, going over and setting Mike on the couch. Mike got his pants and boxers off all the way while Harvey put some lube on his fingers and then moved on top of him. Mike rested his head against the arm of the couch, looking up at him with his cheeks quickly turning pinker.
“Remember to stay quiet,” Harvey mumbled, lifting his hips up with one hand. Mike nodded slightly and he pressed a finger into him, watching him bite down hard on his lip to keep a whimper quiet.
Harvey stretched him about as slowly as he could, doing his best to avoid getting very audible noises out of him- which was difficult, seeing as he liked hearing those. He added in a second finger after not long, picking up the pace slightly. Mike, to his credit, was doing pretty well at staying quiet, with most of his noise being shaky breathing that hitched every time he caught Harvey’s eyes.
“You doing okay?” Harvey asked quietly, pressing three fingers carefully into him. Mike nodded, squirming a little bit. Harvey tightened his grip to still him.
“Hey. Don’t do that,” he told him. “With our luck I’ll end up hitting your- well-“ He cleared his throat as Mike went red. “You know.”
“Uh-huh,” Mike nodded, flushing rather hard. Harvey stared down at him for a moment before he leaned down and kissed him, curling his fingers inside him and making Mike moan into his mouth.
“Sorry. Couldn’t help it,” Harvey mumbled. It wasn’t clear which action he was referring to, but either way he got a breathless “It’s okay” from Mike before he kissed him harder. And God if that enthusiasm didn’t encourage him.
“You think you’re ready?” Harvey asked, pecking him on the mouth. Mike nodded and he slipped his fingers out, finding his wallet and quickly getting a condom out of it. Mike sat up slightly and started undoing Harvey’s belt. Harvey surprised both of them by letting him.
“I don’t know how we’re really going to do this part quietly,” Harvey mumbled, starting to take off some of his suit so he could breathe a little easier. Mike shrugged as the jacket came off and he set his belt aside.
“We’ll be fine. No one’s here.”
“I’m not completely sure about that,” Harvey said, taking his waistcoat off and then undoing his tie. He undid the top button of his shirt and Mike just stared at him for a moment before remembering to reply.
“Here’s an idea,” he said, undoing his own tie. Harvey tilted his head as Mike handed it to him.
“What’s this for?”
“I’m gonna trust you to figure that out,” Mike replied, unbuttoning Harvey’s slacks and then pulling the zipper down. Harvey swallowed slightly, enjoying the feeling of Mike’s hands doing that a little more than he cared to admit.
“If you say so, rookie,” he said. Mike laid back down and Harvey pushed his pants and boxers down to his knees, not bothering with getting them all the way off. He rolled the condom on quickly and looked down at him. “You ready?”
“Mhm,” Mike nodded. Harvey lifted him up a bit and pushed inside of him, watching Mike shudder and arch up a bit involuntarily. He let out a slightly strangled moan, clearly trying to keep it in.
“You know what?” Harvey said, holding up the tie. Mike looked up at him.
“What?”
“I just got what this is for.”
“Took you long enough- okay,” Mike stopped talking as Harvey moved the tie to his mouth and he let him shove it inside, effectively gagging him.
“Was your plan for me to do that the entire time?” Harvey asked, adjusting his hips a little bit. Mike let out a muffled whimper in response and Harvey smirked. “I’ll try and remember that. Put your hands above your head.”
Mike tilted his head a little but did so. Harvey picked up his own tie from where he’d laid it across the top of the couch and reached up, looping it around his wrists.
“Is this okay?” He asked, looking down at Mike, whose eyes had widened significantly. He gave a hasty nod and Harvey tied his wrists together, then moving back up and scanning him, like he was trying to commit the sight of him to memory. Mike squirmed under his gaze, his cheeks darkening again and the movement bringing Harvey back to the present.
“You don’t get to touch yourself this time,” he said, leaning down close to his face. “That’s what you get for bugging me all day. Got it?”
“Mhm,” Mike got out around his tie, nodding quickly. Harvey smiled, pressing a kiss to the hinge of his jaw before he started rocking into him. Mike let out a muffled moan, hips straining up some and making Harvey clench his teeth on a groan.
“Mike,” he gritted out.
“Har-ey,” Mike managed around the gag, meeting his eyes. Harvey stared at him for a second before he leaned down, pressing kisses down his chest as he rolled his hips into him. He moved up to his shoulder and started using his teeth to make a hickey, getting another whimper out of Mike.
“You’re so- God, Mike,” Harvey mumbled against his skin, thrusting steadily into him. Mike tugged at his restraints some, a low whine coming from the back of his throat. Harvey glanced up at him a moment before he reached down and wrapped his hand around him, Mike arching into it immediately and a loud moan leaving him.
“Shhh, shhh, that tie only does so much,” Harvey murmured, rubbing him slowly as he pulled away to look at his face. Mike whimpered, his breathing picking up around the gag and noises starting to leave him faster at the combination of the feelings.
“Good boy, handling it so well,” Harvey continued, adjusting his hips slightly and speeding up. Mike shuddered hard against him, trying desperately to keep his moans quiet as his eyes rolled back. The sight of him being this helpless was very nearly too much for Harvey to handle.
Harvey sped his hand up and Mike made a breathless noise around the tie like he was trying to say something, his head falling limply back against the arm of the couch. Harvey considered a moment before reaching up and pulling the tie out.
“Harvey- I- I can’t-“ He panted immediately. “It’s- I’m close, please-“
“Good,” Harvey said, running his thumb over his tip again. Mike arched into it and Harvey repeated it, over and over until Mike’s hands clenched together and he started trembling against him.
“H-Harvey- Harvey-“ He gasped, body straining up a little. “Please- please, I- god -“
“Come on, Mike,” Harvey breathed, pressing another kiss to his throat and moving his hips to hit his spot. He only had to do it a few more times before Mike came between them, shivering violently and letting out a string of curses. Harvey resumed his grip on him, biting at his shoulder to muffle his groan as he came not long after.
Harvey slowed down and came to a stop, both of them panting as he pulled out. He grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned Mike up, then himself before throwing it and the condom away. Mike stared up at him, looking dazed as he caught his breath.
“You alright?” Harvey asked, reaching up and untying his hands. Mike nodded a little, sitting up.
“You wrinkled your tie.”
“It was a fair trade,” Harvey said, pulling his boxers and pants back up. Mike flushed slightly, starting to get dressed himself.
“Mike,” Harvey said, standing up and getting his belt. Mike looked at him.
“What?”
“Next time, don’t bother me all day if this is what you’re trying to get,” he said, buckling his belt. Mike smirked.
“It worked pretty well, didn’t it?” He said, getting up and stepping closer to him.
“That’s not the point-“
Harvey cut off as Mike leaned up and kissed him for a moment, then pulling back. He blinked at him in surprise, and Mike just looked pleased at catching him off guard.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Harvey,” he said, turning and opening the stall door.
“7:30, don’t be late again,” Harvey called after him- but the only response he got was the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing behind Mike. He shook his head slightly, sighing to himself. But maybe after today, Mike would start bringing him the right coffee.
He doubted it.