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Harvey keeps his apartment too hot. Every radiator is working as it should, Mike knows this because he also knows that if anything wasn’t working, Harvey would have had it fixed within the day.
While he loves waking up in Harvey’s arms, feeling his breath steady on the back of his neck, the heat does make it uncomfortable to stay in bed for too long. Lucky enough, Harvey is a deep sleeper, waking up at 7:30 on the dot but never a moment before, so Mike has the opportunity to slip out from under the duvet at 7:13.
Typically, Mike would lie in on a Saturday, thankful for the morning free of NYC traffic and paperwork. But Harvey has been good to him, not only within the office but in the past few weeks of their affair. They aren’t public, but Harvey flies them to Paris when he wants a romantic dinner away from everyone's eyes. He listens to Mike’s recommendations of bad pizza places and fucks him gently and often.
Shirtless, only in thin pyjama pants that Harvey had bought and laid out on his bed the second time he slept over, Mike makes quiet work on making breakfast. Harvey’s kitchen is always immaculate and organised in such an intuitive way that Mike sometimes wonders whether he’s started to be able to read Harvey’s mind.
There's a pot of coffee brewing, and toast minutes from popping, allowing Mike to focus his attention on his fry up. Four sunny side up eggs, bacon, mushrooms, all in pans on the stove. Then he hears a groan and yawn from the bedroom, the tell-tale pad off socks on carpet, and smiles to himself.
Harvey is what most would call a “morning person,” ‘most’ being people that don't know him very well.
“Good morning Harv.” The morning has made his voice scratchy but he knows Harvey likes it, thinks it's sexy. Mike glances over to see Harvey stretching his arms over his head, twisting his spine until it cracks and pops. His t-shirt, loose and stainless white, rides up. It exposes a slither of exposed skin above his Calvin Klein boxers, revealing some of the dark happy trail that Mike has gotten very used to following.
Harvey doesn’t respond, moving slowly to press his body to Mike’s back instead, wrapping his arms around him to flatten his palm on his stomach and ribs. Inhaling, he pushes his nose into the side of Mike’s neck, leaving soft, wet, kisses where his mouth ends up.
“Somethin’ smells good.” Mike keeps working on the food as Harvey attempts to slip into his skin with him, raising one hand to ruffle Harvey’s hair and pet the back of his neck.
“Mhmm, I thought I’d play housewife for the morning. Pay you back a little.” Harvey tilts his head forward to hook his chin on Mike’s shoulder, kissing him gently when he looks over.
“No need to pay me back,” He squeezes once before letting go as Mike plates up their food, letting himself indulge in the flash of teeth Mike gives him. “I think I’m actually indebted to you after the head from last night.”
If Harvey could bottle up the way Mike sounds when he chuckles and take it like a shot, he’d be in AA by the end of the week.
They both walk over to Harvey’s couch, Mike settling against his chest, underneath his arm, sideways and bracketed by his legs. Harvey keeps stealing kisses from the side of Mike’s head, his ear, the corner of his mouth where he’s accidentally smeared ketchup. The sun is seeping in through the NYC high rise windows, coating the room in hot and sweet honey.
They don’t talk about work, not for any official reason but just because they don’t have to, and neither of them want to. Harvey is glad to have this, an escape from being Harvey Specter, a chance to be Harv.
For many years he had believed that he would be an awful boyfriend, that he didn’t date because caring about someone else needs to be impossible for Harvey Specter. Never had he expected to end up like this, tangled up on his couch planning their Saturday together, with someone who he cares about enough to call him his boyfriend.
Commitment had never appealed to him but this? He wants to live in this moment forever.