Mike was exhausted, had barely managed more than two hours sleep each night for the last five days. So when he opened the door to see Harvey standing on the other side of it, bag of takeout in hand, his first reaction was that he was hallucinating.
“Did I call you?” Mike asked, confused, because he honestly couldn't remember speaking to or even texting Harvey once today but with the aforementioned lack of sleep he supposed even his genius memory might start to fail.
Harvey shook his head, the concern on his face deepening. “No,” he replied, walking into the apartment uninvited. Not that Mike would’ve stopped him. Invitations and pleasantries weren’t part of their deal. They crashed into each other, unannounced and unapologetic, and that’s the way it’d been since day one. “I thought you could use this.”
Mike caught the scent of the Thai food and his stomach rumbled in response. He couldn’t remember the last time he ate and was suddenly starving.
“Thank you,” Mike breathed with genuine gratitude. He started to move towards the kitchen but Harvey stopped him with a hand to the chest.
“Go, sit. I’ve got this.”
And he did. Mike watched Harvey move around the kitchen, pulling out bowls and cutlery, pouring them both drinks (glasses of water; even if Mike wanted a beer, which he did, he knew he shouldn’t be drinking at this point). It was strange to think that Harvey had been here enough times to not only know where everything was but to be comfortable enough to move around the kitchen like he owned it. But then again, didn’t he himself push his way into Harvey’s apartment the first time he went there, kicking off his shoes and collapsing fully onto the couch like it was something he’d done a million times before.
They crashed into each other, unannounced and unapologetic, and the thought made Mike chuckle ruefully.
“What’s so funny?” Harvey asked, bringing the steaming bowls of food over and handing one to Mike. Mile leaned over it and inhaled deeply. It smelled so good. He took a large mouthful of Pad See Ew and moaned appreciatively. It felt like he hadn’t eaten in days. Maybe he hadn’t.
“Well?” Harvey prompted when Mike didn’t answer.
Mike smiled softly. “Just thinking about the first time I went to your place.”
Harvey made a face. “Don’t remind me. It was damn near impossible to pry you off my sofa.”
“What do you expect when you have the most comfortable couch known to mankind. That thing is like a cloud. I want to marry it.”
Harvey laughed. “You really are delirious.”
Mike didn’t argue the point. They sat there eating together on Mike’s couch, which was much more compact than Harvey’s, and Mike could feel the line of Harvey beside him. It was more comforting than he was really ready to admit.
“How’s the case going?” Harvey asked at last, looking at the piles of papers covering the surface of his coffee table. His laptop was buried under there somewhere and some of the files had made their way to the floor, piled in messy stacks.
Mike thought the state of the case was fairly obvious, but answered anyway. “Not well.”
“Can I help?”
Mike turned to him, surprised. “But you said-”
“If you were gonna take this pro bono you needed to do it by yourself on your own time, I remember. That was before I realised you’d work yourself into the grave to get it done.”
“Aww, almost sounds like you care,” Mike joked.
But Havey didn’t respond. When he looked over Harvey was just looking at him. There was something raw and exposed about the expression that made Mike’s breath catch in his throat.
“Don’t work yourself to death, Mike,” Harvey said earnestly.
“I won’t,” Mike promised.
So after they finished eating Mike handed Harvey some files and they got to it. Mike knew why this case was getting to him so much - an idiot would be able to figure it out - but he didn’t think his empathy was a hindrance. He was fighting for this young girl because he knew what it was like when no one else would. She didn’t deserve to be going through this, just like he didn’t when he was but a year younger than she is now.
After a couple of hours working together Mike let out a sigh and crumpled back into the couch. “We’re never gonna get it.”
“Come on, where’s that optimistic streak that is usually and annoyingly on display?”
“I think it made like Elvis and left the building.”
Harvey laughed. “Well, I guess I could use a break.” He tossed the files in his hand onto the coffee table and stood, stretching his body. He’d gone home to change after work, and the simple outfit of jeans and a henley had no right to look as good as they did. Mike tried not to stare as he raised his arms above his head and stretched, but he couldn’t help it. Not that it mattered, because Harvey didn’t even notice, just stretched and twisted his body a few times and then headed over to the kitchen, pulling a beer from the fridge. He held it up in offering to Mike, but Mike shook his head. So Harvey leaned against the counter as he took a few swigs, and told Mike about the latest douchey things Louis had said and the utterly epic way Jessica had shut him down.
It felt good to laugh, to let his mind wander from the case for a few minutes. It had been his every waking thought all week - even when he was at Pearson Hardman and working on whatever contract or brief he’d been given, in the back of his mind he was always thinking about Shelby and doing whatever he could to make her life just a tiny bit better.
When Harvey made his way back to the couch he was looking at Mike curiously. Mike barely noticed, until Harvey sat beside Mike on the couch and said, “Turn.”
Confused but too tired to argue, Mike did as he was asked. Harvey removed his hand from his neck, which was when Mike realised he’d been idly kneading at the ache that had been there for over a day. Harvey replaced Mike’s hand with his own, and the touch was so surprising Mike flinched slightly. Harvey stilled, asked, “Is this okay?”
Not trusting his voice, Mike simply nodded. The touch was light as Harvey ran his fingertips over Mike’s skin for a moment, and then firmer as he pressed in, right where the pain was worst. There was a sharp intake of breath, but Harvey didn’t stop. He massaged the one spot for a minute or two, a continuous motion that was equal parts pain and pleasure.
“You’re muscles are so tight. What did you do, sleep on the floor or something?”
“Close. The couch. As I’m sure you can guess I do not want to marry my couch.”
Harvey chuckled but said nothing. He started expanding his reach further; moving his fingers to the top of Mike’s neck then slowly inching down, following the curve of his neck to his shoulder, which was also aching. Mike hadn’t been on the receiving end of too many massages so he didn’t have much of a basis for comparison, but it felt amazing. He never wanted it to end. Harvey became bolder, using both hands so he could press into both sides of Mike’s neck and shoulders at once in a constant circular motion. The room was silent but for Mike’s heavy breathing as he surrendered to the sensations. Harvey’s fingers slipped under the neckline of his shirt at the base of Mike’s neck and he couldn't help it. He moaned, quite loudly, and Harvey’s hands froze on his skin.
Mike’s eyes, which had fluttered closed at some point, now flew open. He could barely breathe, keenly aware of the tension that had flooded the room.
Oh so slowly, Mike turned. Harvey dropped his hands into his lap and waited patiently as Mike turned to face him. Neither of them spoke straight away, and Mike saw something he’d never before seen in Harvey’s expression: nerves.
“Mike-” Harvey started, but then Mike reached over and put his hands on Harvey’s, tangling their fingers together. Harvey looked down at them for a moment, and when he looked back up Mike slowly leaned forward until their lips met.
Mike felt something settle in his chest, a feeling of being home, of finally finding his place in the world. It was too big a feeling for so small a kiss, just the simple pressing of mouths, so he pulled back. Mike needed to be sure, and when he saw it, saw that same warmth shining form Harvey’s eyes that he currently felt floating through his body, he smiled softly. Harvey returned it, so Mike leaned forward and kissed him again, deeper this time.
Mike felt dizzy with it. He needed more, needed to be closer. That meant Mike had to pull away, just for a moment that felt far too long, so he could get up on his knees and then throw a leg of Harvey. He looked down at Harvey’s face for a moment, wanted to take a picture in his mind of Harvey like this, so open and real and, even if only for a moment, his.
Mike gently cupped Harvey’s face and kissed him again. He sunk into him, settling in his lap as their mouths moved together, slow but deep. Harvey’s fingertips pressed into Mike’s hips, a touch that grounded Mike more than any words could.
“I’m not dreaming,” Mike murmured against Harvey’s mouth, “am I?”
Mike felt more than heard Harvey’s chuckle in reply. “No.”
Mike pressed their foreheads together, let his fingertips drag from Harvey’s checks down his neck until he could press his palms to Harvey’s chest. Mike just breathed for a moment, felt the rise and fall of Harvey’s lungs beneath his hands. He kissed Harvey again, and whispered, “I really want this.”
Nothing had ever sounded like a confession more than Harvey’s simple reply of, “Me too.” And when Mike remained silent Harvey said the words for him. “But you can’t do this right now.”
Mike let out a shuddering breath. The words hurt to hear, even if they were true. In fact, hearing Harvey say it, knowing he understood where Mike was coming from, felt like a weight lifted off his shoulders. Still, he was angry with the world for bringing him this moment, something he’d wanted for the longest time, right when his mind was too distracted and his body too exhausted to follow through.
“I’m sorry.”
Harvey’s hands moved up Mike’s back, pressing him in closer. “Don’t be,” he spoke softly into his ear. They held each other for a few moments before Harvey said, “Okay, here’s the plan.” Mike sat up, curious. “One, we put you to bed and you get a minimum of six hours sleep. “Two,” he continued before Mike could object, “we bring the case into office hours and get one of the other vaguely competent associates to help you during the day and I’ll help you after hours until it’s done. Three, we win the case and go out and have a celebratory dinner and then lots and lots of sex. What do you think?”
Mike laughed. “I like it. I’d like to make one minor amendment though.”
“What’s that?”
“You stay here with me tonight.”
Harvey’s expression softened before Mike’s very eyes. “Deal,” he said, holding out his hand. Mike took it, wrapping his fingers around Harvey’s and pulling him in for a kiss.
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Summary: Soulmate AU - When you are thirteen, anything written on your skin momentarily appears on your soulmate’s skin. But there’s a caveat, you BOTH have to be thirteen or older. When Harvey turns 13 he writes on his hand and … nothing happens. Cue 10 years later when a shaky ‘hi’ appears on his hand in the middle of studying for a test.
Notes: Wishing you a happy holiday!! I had a lot of fun writing this and I really hope you enjoy it. <3
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On Harvey’s thirteenth birthday, just before he went down to dinner, he took a pen and wrote ‘hello’ on the palm of his hand and waited. And waited. And waited.
And then, like any ‘logical’ thirteen year old, Harvey resigned himself to the fact that (a) his soulmate was dead, or (b) that he just didn’t have a soulmate.
He never even considered there might be a third option.
Gradually, he forgot about it, got lost in baseball, girls (and boys), in college, in law school.
He excelled in law school, making it a mission to prove to everyone that he was the best.
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