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Mike wakes up alone in a bed that's not his own. A familiar bed but not his own. Throwing the rumpled sheets off of himself, he sits up, recognising the room as Harvey’s. His eyes widened at the realisation, as he scrambled out of bed, utterly confused as to how he ended up in Harvey’s bed. Mike snapped out of his shock and moved towards the door of the bedroom, grabbing a shirt that appeared to have been thrown haphazardly on top of a dresser, shrugging it on, noticing his appearance in a mirror nearby.
His hair was rumpled, but what was most noticeable, other than the Harvard shirt that he’d apparently put on, clearly not his, seeing as he didn't actually have a law degree from there, were the red marks littered all over his neck. He pulled the neck of the shirt down between his collarbone, blushing at the sight of the marks apparently going further than he had thought. He shook his head, once again moving towards the door of the bedroom.
He opened the door, stepping into a familiar living room, further solidifying the fact that he was actually in Harvey’s apartment. Looking around, he noticed how although it had the layout of Harvey’s apartment, several of his own items from his apartment were scattered amongst the place, both of their personal items weaved in together in a way that had only seemed possible in his wildest imagination.
Mike was staring at the panda painting Grammy had given him, confused as to why it wasn’t at his apartment, when he felt a pair of arms, which couldn't belong to anyone other than Harvey seeing as he was in his apartment, envelop his waist. His breath hitched as Harvey kissed his neck with a muffled ‘morning’ whispered into his ear, before walking off towards the kitchen. Mike was frozen in shock for a couple seconds, before he heard Harvey call out to him. He made his way over to the kitchen, leaning against the counter as he watched Harvey make coffee for the both of them.
Harvey looked back over his shoulder, before making his way over to Mike, apparently losing all sense of personal space as he made his way over, pressing Mike against the counter, caging him in, one hand on the counter whilst the other hand went to Mike’s waist. As Mike looked down, baffled at the ease at which Harvey was touching him, he saw a silver band sitting on his ring finger sparkling at him in the early light of the morning. Mike’s breath caught in his throat as he looked at his own hand which was hovering just above Harvey’s arm unsure of what to do, noticing how he was sporting a matching ring.
“Mike?” Harvey whispered, moving Mike’s attention from the rings, to Harvey who had moved in so close that their lips were now just mere inches away from each other.
Harvey’s hand moved from the counter to cradle Mike’s face, thumb brushing over his cheek as he looked deeply into his eyes. Mike couldn't do anything but hum in response as Harvey used the hand on his chin to pull Mike into a kiss, so soft and gentle, like they'd done this a million times.
Mike pulled back briefly, just to look at Harvey’s face again, a face adorned with the look of utter devotion, hardly different to the face he saw at work. His own hands were now moving to cradle Harvey’s face, needing the physical touch to confirm if what he could only hope for was actually happening.
—
Mike woke up with a gasp, scrambling for his bedsheets, letting out a relief at the feel of his own worn out bedsheets. He fell backwards onto his bed, rubbing at his forehead, squeezing his eyes hoping he could just forget the dream he just had.
How was he supposed to see Harvey at work after a dream like that.
—
Mike walked into the tall building of the firm, walking towards the sleek silver elevators, getting in and taking a deep breath, in an attempt to calm down, hoping that his interactions with Harvey today would be limited.
Alas, the universe was cruel and just as the elevator doors were about to shut, a hand appeared between the doors, doors opening to reveal none other than Harvey Specter standing there.
He walked into the elevator shaft offering a soft ‘morning’ which Mike’s brain unhelpfully pointed out as being said in the exact tone as dream Harvey. Mike felt a flush appear at the thought and quickly darted his head down in an attempt to hide it, offering a curt nod instead of a reply.
He really wasn’t going to survive today.
Once they reached their floor, Mike practically ran out of the elevator shaft just as the doors were opening and sped to his bullpen as Harvey walked behind him, slightly confused at his associates' weird act, but shrugging it off, walking towards his own office.
-
Mike sat at his bullpen, earphones in, working intently on the case files Harvey wanted him to go through, trying not to think about his dream, having successfully avoided Harvey for the first hour of work, although he still felt he still felt the phantom touches of Harvey’s hands, almost distracting him from the task at hand.
Mike had just managed to focus on what he was reading, when he felt cool metal on his skin, just under his ear. He jerked away as his earphone fell down, looking back to see none other than Harvey Specter smirking at him.
Of course it was.
“Do you need something?”
Harvey cocked an eyebrow before saying, “We’ve got a meeting in the conference room. Did you forget?”
Mike shook his head, before walking off to the conference room, not waiting for Harvey like he usually does. Harvey followed behind, a little confused as to why Mike was being so jumpy around him today.
Throughout the meeting, Mike kept his attention trained on their potential clients, not even looking at Harvey when he spoke, behaving almost robotically.
-
Mike was in the breakroom, making his third cup of coffee in a day, needing it to prevent him collapsing mid-day after the shockingly little amount of sleep he got last night, when Harvey walked in.
Mike hadn’t noticed Harvey's presence until he reached out next to him to grab his own mug, forearm brushing against Mike’s. Mike jerked away like he’d been electrocuted, flinching away from Harvey.
“Mike?” Harvey questioned, slightly bewildered at how strangely his associate was behaving.
He flashed an awkward smile at Harvey’s questioning look, instead looking away from Harvey’s eyes quickly, before striking up conversation with an associate Harvey was sure Mike had never interacted with before today, practically ignoring Harvey’s presence until he left the breakroom.
-
Harvey was looking at an email from a client when he spotted Mike at Donna’s desk, handing over a file, barely glancing over at Harvey, before turning away and making his way back to the bullpen. At this interaction, Harvey walked over to Donna, confused as to why Mike was behaving so strangely, handing his files over to Donna instead of walking a mere five steps to the left to hand the files to Harvey himself.
“Did he just hand you the case files instead of giving it to me?”
“I think he did.” Donna replied with a knowing look in her eyes.
-
“Why are you avoiding me?”
“Jesus Harvey, you scared me” Mike replied gripping the papers he’d just printed, slightly crumpled now, looking anywhere but at his face.
“Answer the question.” Harvey stated firmly, tilting his head down, trying to look at Mike, who was now shuffling through papers, avoiding eye contact.
“I’m not, I’ve just been busy with work”
“Mike.”
“Harvey.”
Harvey leveled him with another look, stepping closer now. Mike tried to take a step back but ended up colliding with the printer, cursing himself for getting into this situation, now forced to look up at Harvey, unable to focus his attention elsewhere.
“I have to get back to work.” Mike said, jerking away from Harvey, trying to move towards the door of the file room.
Harvey grabbed his forearm, pulling Mike back to his chest.
“Did something happen?” Harvey questioned.
Mike stared at him, a little gobsmacked that Harvey was pushing this, hoping that avoiding his questions would work out for him.
“Did I do something?” Harvey asked, tone almost pleading.
Mike eyes snapped back to Harvey’s.
“What? No, of course not.’ Mike replied, bewildered at the idea, but far too worried about what it would do to their work relationship, hell even their friendship, if Mike told him what the actual issue was.
“Then what is it,” Harvey began, “I told you, you can come to me whatever happens, so why aren't you now."
“I-”
“Mike-”
Unable to handle the expression on Harvey’s face for any longer, Mike grabbed his face, pulling him into a kiss, just pressing their lips together, feeling Harvey’s slightly dry lips drag against his own.
Mike pulled back, speaking softly, “That’s why.”
Mike looked at Harvey’s stricken face, lips slightly parted, face in shock, Harvey clearly speechless. The reality of what he’d just done began setting in, his eyes widened as he quickly moved his hands away from holding Harvey’s face.
“I’m gonna get back to work.” Mike stammered out, practically running out of the file room, face flushed and almost on the verge of a panic attack.
He made his way to his cubicle in the bullpen, grateful for the fact that it was almost the end of the work day, meaning he could get back to his apartment and ignore everything that had happened, hoping Harvey wouldn't fire him, or worse, stop speaking to him.
-
Once Mike biked back home, having managed to avoid Harvey for the rest of the day, no doubt in his mind that Harvey was avoiding him too, Mike changed into his pyjamas, settling into his couch and ordering a pizza.
If he was going to get fired for what he’d done, he might as well enjoy himself before it happened.
At the knock on his door, Mike got up from his sofa and opened the door, assuming it was the pizza he’d ordered, not bothering to check who was at the door. His eyes widened as he saw Harvey standing at his doorway, still dressed in his suit but having apparently lost his tie on the way over.
“Hi.” Mike stuttered out after a couple seconds of staring at each other.
“Hi?” Harvey replied in an almost mocking tone, pushing past Mike into his apartment, “That’s what you have to say to me.”
“Listen, I’m sorry-” Mike started, unsure of what to say.
“Don’t,” Harvey gritted out, “Don’t apologise.”
“Then what do you want me to say, Harvey.” Mike pleaded, almost wanting to beg him to leave, lest he admit his feelings for him.
“For a genius, you’re pretty stupid.” Harvey muttered, before pulling him into a kiss eerily reminiscent of the kiss they shared in Mike’s dream but a million times better. He could feel Harvey’s hands move from his hair, down to his back, pulling him in closer as he kissed him harder, as if separating from Mike’s lips was torture.
Mike pulled back first, eyes wide as he stared at Harvey, in disbelief at what was happening.
“Is this a dream again?” Mike whispered, almost to himself.
“What? Again?” Harvey responded, cocking an eyebrow, before saying, “Is that why you were acting like that today.”
“What? No, I was just-“ Mike stammered out, a faint flush gracing his cheeks, before relenting at the look on Harvey’s face.
“It was a stupid dream” Mike muttered, unwilling to look Harvey in the eyes and confess what had made him act so irrationally today.
“About me?” Harvey questioned.
“Yeah.”
Harvey’s eyes darkened, teasing smirk gracing his face.
Mike rolled his eyes before saying “Nothing like that. We lived together.”
He looked away before continuing “We were married, to be specific.”
Harvey’s eyes softened at that, any teasing remark that he’d previously wanted to say disappearing as he simply nodded at Mike to carry on.
“I guess it just made me upset how- how I was never going to get that with you-”
Harvey pulled him into a kiss, interrupting Mike in the best way possible.
“If you’d just told me-“
“What? That i dreamt of you?” Mike interrupted, looking at him incredulously.
“No, how you felt.”
“And get fired?” Mike replied.
“Mike if I wanted you gone, you would’ve been gone ages ago” Harvey replied,
Mike simply rolled his eyes at that, opening his mouth to retaliate against Harvey’s insistent teasing, when the doorbell rang.
“Wanna stay for pizza?” Mike asked, already knowing the answer.
Harvey simply nodded his head, unable to hide his grin from Mike.