A/N: If you enjoy this story, please read the authors note at the end, cheers. :)

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Chapter Two.

Rachel. Rachel. Rachel. As you've probably taken the hint now, Rachel is all that was on Mike's mind today. He just, for some reason, couldn't shake her from his head. And no, he was not fantasising about her, because that would be inappropriate. Plus he has a girlfriend; Jenny. Oh shit, Jenny. Mike threw his head in his hands and sighed, deeply. He can't believe he forgot that he had a date with her tonight when he got off work, which was about.. Oh, two hours ago. Well that relationship is pretty much a train wreck, but maybe there's still a chance to save it? Jenny is a pretty forgiving person, MIke used to think of that as a flaw when she was with Trevor. But right now he's pretty much loving Jenny's forgiving trait.

He grabs his jacket from his chair, pratically throwing his arms through his sleeves and marches in the direction of Harvey's office. The Harvey Specter that Mike has been trying his hardest to avoid at all possible situations. After his perplexing thoughts earlier, he feels very awkward in his presence. Especially when Harvey gives Mike that knowing stare that feels like it's burning a hole through his brain and Mike suddenly feels like Harvey can see into his mind. And unless Mike wants to get fired, he needs to make sure that Harvey never finds out about his unusual fantasies. Now standing outside Harvey's office door, Mike swallows the lump jammed in his throat and makes sure to banish and keep at bay all inappropriate thoughts from his head before entering.

Harvey's perched on his -very comfortable- black leather chair, pen balanced between thumb and forefinger as his eyes scanned the information of his latest case. Mike's heard a few words here and there about it, Cameron Dennis - Harvey's mentor. When Mike first met him, something about him made Mike feel very uncomfortable. It's safe to say, Mike really didn't like the guy. Taking in a long breath, exhaling shortly after, Mike gave two raps on the glass door. Harvey's head slowly rose to see who his guest was, finding it to be Mike he raised his right hand and gave a signal to welcome him in. Mike obeyed, straightening out his skinny tie absentmindedly. Harvey's eyes followed Mike from his place by the door to the front of Harvey's desk, dark hazel orbs never leaving the younger man.

There's that knowing look again, Mike thought as he rolled his eyes around the room, avoiding Harvey's glare. He was trying to form the words in his head before just blatently asking if he could leave for the night to go see his girlfriend. If Harvey heard that, well he'd probably hold Mike back even longer just to piss him off. Because Harvey was a cruel bastard.

"You gonna' say something or just stand there wasting my time?" Harvey's curt words snapped Mike back and out of the many unrealistic scenarios that were currently flying through his mind. A lot of them ending in a hot three-way with Jenny and Rachel. Yeah, he wished. Mike thought carefully about how to answer Harvey, how he could relieve himself from work for the night without Harvey piling him with more briefs or a case that Harvey, to put it frankly, couldn't be arsed to do. Mike couldn't take more on, he was already running around doing whatever Harvey needed for his Cameron Dennis case, plus keeping his head above water with the Pryce case that Harvey had bet Mike up for against Louis.

"Yeah, sorry. You think I could get off for the night?" Mike finally chose to shoot straight to the point, hoping that Harvey wouldn't ask questions. He kept his voice at a normal level, praying that his boss wouldn't pick up on the desperation that he was currently feeling. But if he knows Harvey, which he does, then Harvey'll definitely ask questions. Mike just hoped that at this crucial moment, he can think on his feet and come up with a believable reason for wanting to leave.

"It's nine-fifteen, what's so important that you need to leave work so early?" Harvey eyed Mike lazily, tilting his chair back as he leaned away from his desk whilst tapping his pen on his knee. Harvey watched as the younger man squinted his eyes, searching for a reasonable excuse in his cluttered brain. Harvey would let the kid off tonight, he's worked hard all day..he deserves an early night. But that never stops Harvey from making the boy squirm before hand. And to top it off, Mike was having trouble thinking up an excuse. Sure he knew this was bound to happen.. He ought to of thought up an answer before even arriving. But although Mike's smart, he's apparently not that smart.

"I..need to go see my Grams. She's expecting me, actually. I was supposed to be there at nine." Mike's voice sounded like he was guessing at a correct answer, he tried to make out like that was his explanation all along, but he knew that Harvey would figure it out and know that Mike was just making up an excuse. He just hoped that Harvey was feeling sympathetic for his associate today. Harvey pushed himself up to his feet, walking around the desk to stand by Mike's side, leaning against his desk, arms crossed across his chest as he looked Mike in the eye.

"The truth." Harvey's voice was low, but it wasn't angry or threatening, it was inquisitive. Something about his tone made Mike relax and so Mike decided to take a chance and tell Harvey the real reason for why he needed to leave work 'early' in Harvey's words.

"Jenny. I forgot I had a date with her at seven, when I got off work." A long sigh concluded that sentence, accompanied by a rub of the eyes and a rough hand brushed through short golden hair. Mike was fed up with drama. He really, really liked Jenny. Hell, he'd liked her for a long time when she was with Trevor. It wasn't Jenny, it was just the drama of being in a relationship. Relationships bring responsibilities and.. trouble. Mike really didn't need anymore of that in his life, he'd gotten enough of it as soon as he was hired by Harvey.

"What's the big deal? Get rid of one girlfriend and bag another. Isn't it Rachel that you really want anyway?" Harvey asked with a shrug of the shoulders that were covered by a sleek expensive material. Mike began to wonder how Harvey knew about himself and Rachel. He thought that maybe Louis had told him that he caught the two of them kissing. But then he thought, since when do Louis and Harvey exchange gossip? So he dismissed the idea. He knows that Rachel most definitely wouldn't tell Harvey, they hardly exchange words. Then it struck him, Donna knows all. Gotta of been Donna.

"What? There's nothing going on between Rachel and I. Who told you that?" Mike's words tumbled through his mouth all too quickly which caused a smirk to slither across Harvey's lips, a soft laugh to rumble up his throat and his eyes to close in content. Mike shook his head with disbelief, "You're such a gossip girl. I bet it was Donna wasn't it?" Harvey just laughed, shaking his head with humour.

"Mike. In this buisness, you need to have balls to succeed-"

"I have balls!" Mike interupted, partially insulted by Harvey's statement, he raised his eyebrows along with his voice - unintentionally. Harvey dropped his chin, glaring up at Mike through his lashes with that damn knowing glare again.

"Kid, you can't even tell a girl that she just doesn't get you hot like she used to." Mike noted the fact that Harvey -his boss- had just opened the topic into Mike's sexual relations. Yeah, he wasn't quite agreeing with that. They weren't that close just yet and probably never will be. They had a strict work relationship and that relationship did not include sex talks.

"Yeah, okay. Harvey I really don't want to be having this conversation with you." Mike shook his head with embarrassment, his cheeks beginning to burn with a red blush, his ears tingling and growing hot. He held his palm out in Harvey's face, blocking a direct view. He shook his hand in signal that he didn't want to carry on talking about this subject, that Harvey really needed to just drop it.

"And you say I'm the girl.." Harvey muttered. Mike dropped his hand down to his side and stared at his boss with an unimpressed, self-concious look. The burning blush was still radiating from his cheeks, crawling down his neck causing him discomfort.

"Seriously? You're talking to me about my sex life.. excuse me for feeling a little uncomfortable. If I tried to ask you about your current sex status, you'd fire me." Mike accused strongly, wishing that Harvey would really just leave the damn conversation at that and change the subject to something less focused on Mike's personal life.

Harvey shrugged nonchalantly with a smirk, "No I wouldn't. Go ahead, ask me."

"What?" Mike choked, eyes wide and mouth hung open, "No! I'm not asking you who you're.. making love to."

"Making love? What are you, a hippy?" Harvey rolled his eyes, arms still crossed across his chest as he sniggered. There were simple reasons for why Harvey hired Mike. One: the kid can think on his feet, quick answers, reactions, solutions. Two: he had an appealing personality, intelligent, if so, slightly arrogant. A lawyer needs to be all of them things to be successful. The kid has it all. But also, three: Harvey just kind of.. liked the guy. He clicked with him, saw a bit of himself within Mike. Though Mike's not perfect, he certainly does have a lot to work on in order to survive in this world. Like, growing a pair of decent balls, for example.

"Well, how else do you want me to word it? No, you know what, don't answer that." Mike stammered over his words before taking a small step back, rocking on the balls of his feet. Harvey could tell the kid was getting worked up, a flaw Mike had; stressed too easily.

Harvey chuckled, "Go on kid, get out of here. Good days work today. I expect you to work even harder tomorrow." Harvey pointed his index finger in Mike's direction with raised eyebrows and a stern expression. Mike smiled and nodded his head before swiftly turning on his heels and heading for the open office door.

"Harvey," Mike half-turned to face his boss as he reached the entrance to the office. He wanted to thank the man for letting him off, for some reason being kind and unusually chirpy, but he decided against it. Lowering his voice only slightly he said, "see you tomorrow." Mike fast-walked out of Harvey's line of sight. And Harvey thought lightly to himself that he wished Mike would be a little more relaxed around him. Of course, without Mike forgetting that Harvey was not a friend, he was his boss. But they could have a mutual understanding with each other that they held some sort of friendship, even if it wasn't generally a close one.

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Mike set off on his bike on a straight route to Jenny's apartment, he ran scenarios through his head about how the up-coming conversation could go down.. his favourite was hot angry sex. But the likely hood of that coming about was low. When he set off, the sky was cloudy and a little drizzle of rain was spitting down on him. By the time he arrived at Jenny's door, he was soaking wet and shaking in his boots. Mike chewed on his bottom lip nervously before working up the courage to knock. He rubbed his palms together to warm them up and rapped three times on the cream apartment door. A few moments later, Jenny was stood in front of him, arms crossed and a pout fixed upon her lips.

"Seven, Mike. It's now nine-fourty-five." Jenny told Mike blandly, disappointed in her boyfriend and his dedication to making her happy. If he truly loved her, then he would of been on time instead of having her wait around in a restaraunte like an idiot for half an hour before she decided that enough is enough and left. Depressed.

"I know, babe. But I got held up at work, Harvey is on my ass about this case and.." Mike rambled, throwing out any hope for a sympathey vote. "..I biked here in the pouring rain to see you?" He finished, giving a small smile that always won her over. Her expression changed from disappointment to irritation in the space of half a second.

"You biked in the pouring rain to see me.. you would of been biking in the pouring rain to get to your appartment anyway, so don't give me that bullshit!" She spat, brows curved down in anger. Jenny sighed loudly and turned her back on Mike, heading back to her bed where she wrapped up in her duvets to calm down and get some shut eye. She'd had enough for tonight, Jenny decided she just couldn't be arsed to talk to him anymore. Mike followed her in, closely behind. Excitement swirled warmly in his stomach as they approached her bed, but soon turned into an ice cube laying heavily in his abdomen as all Jenny did was crawl into bed and close her eyes. Looks like the angry sex is out of equation, Mike thought.

Mike shuffled around the dimly lit room, throwing his wet clothes off and grabbing some fresh underwear, pulling them on he walked back over to the bed. "Babe, I swear I will make it up to you." Mike whispered in Jenny's ear before climbing over her curled up figure and into the other side of the bed. He fidgeted until he found a comfortable spot, sighing in content. Jenny scrambled over the small space between them, kissing up Mike's neck lightly. And suddenly Mike thought that maybe sex wasn't out of the equation after all. He could feel Jenny's soft lips smiling againt the side of his neck, her hot breath tickling his skin.

"Couch." Jenny said, before turning back over to her side of the bed and snuggling back into her duvets. Mike felt like he could scream. He clenched his teeth together to make sure that he held that damn scream back. Flinging his legs over the bed he took a last glance at a smug, smiling Jenny.

"Cock tease." He muttered as he grabbed a sheet and pillow and headed out into the lounge, collapsing on the couch. Mike decided that he blamed Harvey. First, he puts him up for a bet then ditched him to deal with the case on his own. Then, he screws up his relationship. Mike's come to the conclusion that Harvey is an evil bastard who gets kicks out of watching his associate suffer. Before Mike could drift off into a peaceful slumber, his cell phone vibrates beneath his pillow. He rubs at his temples.

"If you're answering, then I bet you're on the couch." And Mike could pratically hear the smirk in his boss' voice. Mike let out a loud sigh and rubbed at his eyes and cleared his throat.

"Harvey." Mike paused for a moment, "What do you want?"

"Nothing." Harvey replied. Mike didn't believe it, his boss always wants something from him. Mike decided to press on further.

"Then why are you calling?"

"No reason." A shrug was evident in his tone, as was boredom.

"Then please, find someone else to harrass." Mike thought about hanging up right there and turning his cell off. But then he thought about the consequences and pissing Harvey off. He reconsidered and decided against it. He would just have to entertain Harvey until Harvey decided to hang up, which would probably be a while from now. And Mike will have to turn up to work looking like he's recovering from a hangover.

"Aww. Does Cinderella need her beauty sleep?" Harvey mocked, Mike shook his head against his cell that he had pressed against his ear, pressing it closer as he listened to his boss' deep voice.

"Very funny. Please hang up." Mike could hear Harvey chuckle on the other end of the line. A smile flittered across his lips as he thought about it. Mike was replying half-heartedly, not putting much effort into it, but just going through the motions.

"Alright. But first, what are you wearing?" Harvey joked, putting on a silky smooth, seductive tone. Mike's blood rushed down through his body, straight to his groin. He suddenly became well aware of what he was wearing. Nothing but a pair of boxers.

"Harvey." Mike sighed, but the smile was still set on his lips. He ignored the swirl of excitement in his stomach and made sure to not let his voice slip from being stern but full of sleep.

"Lighten up, Rookie." A quiet laugh vibrated through Mike's phone speaker, he closed his eyes as he listened to the soft rumble. That small smile spreading that little bit wider.

"Goodnight Harvey.." Mike encouraged lazily, something inside the younger man hoped that his boss wouldn't take his hint and hang up. But he didn't allow himself to take much notice of that feeling.. along with the feeling swirling in his stomach and the heat rising in his chest. And the sensation still flooding to his groin.

"See you bright and early tomorrow, Rookie." And the phone line went dead. Mike kept his cell against his ear for a few more moments before letting his arm go limp and the cell to drop to the floor with a quiet thud. With his eyes still closed in content he allowed his arms to wander on their own accord. They brushed down his torso lightly, warm fingers barely touching, before gently brushing against the growing tent in his boxers. Mike took a long, deep inhale, releasing the hot air slowly. He palmed himself through the thin fabric. Brown eyes still shut away by his eyelids, biting down on his bottom lip, Mike pushed his hand under the elastic of his boxers. Taking himself in hand, he gently and slowly stroked himself.

Mike kept a steady pace to begin with, allowing images to flow through his mind. He tried to focus on images of his girlfriend, kissing down her torso. Pulling her jeans down and teasing her clit through her underwear. He tried to imagine the slow moans that would escape her mouth as he slid a finger inside her. But everytime, Jenny would always change to Rachel. Without consent, his mind started to imagine Rachel pulling his boxers down and taking him into her hot mouth. Sucking and licking down his shaft, swirling her tongue along the head before deep throating. Mike surpressed the moans that pushed their way up his throat, he pushed his lips together tightly, holding them back. The last thing he needed was Jenny hearing him jerk off to another woman.

Mike's breathing came short and quick and his heart beat pounded against the confinements of his chest. His skin burned with desire as the thoughts of being inside Rachel and hearing her scream his name as she came over and over, raced through his mind. The rhythm of his fist sped up, pumping himself hard and fast. Pushing himself closer and closer to the edge, begging for the release. He could feel his orgasm building up inside of him, he was so close. He panted breathlessly. "Aah." A quiet moan raced up his throat, unable to hold it back. In them few moments before he hit climax, the last imagery that raced through his mind was too much. And that was it, Mike was coming all over his hand as a small whisper fell through his lips, "Harvey."

Mike lay there, weak and satiated. He absently thought that that was the hardest he'd come in a while. The name he'd whispered as he orgasmed didn't occur to him until a few moments later. His body bolted upright and his chest heaved with disbelief, a blush of burning red stained his cheeks as he thought about what he'd just done. He'd just jerked off.. to his boss. Fuck, Mike squeezed his eyes shut, right hand still buried in his boxers. Oh God. Mike prayed that Jenny hadn't been listening, he turned his face toward the direction of her bedroom. The light was off and the aparment was deadly silent. Mike licked his lips, he was so royally screwed if Jenny heard. Not only was he not jerking off to his girlfriend but to another woman, he also climaxed to a guy, topping all.

Mike felt sick. He pulled his sticky hand from his boxers and flung his legs heavily over the edge of the couch, making his way over to the bathroom. Swilling his hand under the tap, warm water flowing over his skin as he washed away the evidence of his orgasm. He locked the bathroom door soon after and stepped out of his boxers. Turning the shower on he waited for it to run hot before stepping under the rain of water. He leaned back against the brick wall, eyes closed as the flow of the shower felt like a warm river flowing down and into the crevices of his body. Dripping down his face, sliding down the curve of his cheeks. Mike thought it was bad enough having those inappropriate thoughts earlier this morning, but coming to the thought of Harvey? That's a whole other level.

Mike's not gay. He knows he's not. He can't be, can he? He's always been so sure about it, it's always been girls that get him hot. Guys? No. Mike didn't get turned on by guys. Or, that's what he thought up until now. It's Harvey that's doing this to him, he was fine until he met fucking Harvey God damn Specter. As long as no one finds out about this, then I'll be fine, Mike thought in an attempt to reassure himself. He'll just pretend that this never happened, he didn't whisper Harvey's name. Nope, he whispered Rach-Jenny's name. Because Jenny is his girlfriend. Mike couldn't find the will to climb back out of the shower. He wished he could stay there forever, an endless, calming stream of water pouring down on his body. He also wished that he didn't have to face Harvey tomorrow.

But he can't and he does. Mike's kidding himself if he thinks he's going to get a decent nights sleep now. And if he does, his dreams will probably be filled with things he wished he wouldn't think about. Things he wished he wouldn't feel and things he wished he wouldn't want. Mike sighed and quickly scrubbed himself up, washed his hair and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel low around his waist. He stared at himself in the condensed mirror, blond hair clung to his forehead, dripping with beads of clear water. Bags circled his tired eyes through lack of sleep. Lips red and swollen from the nervous biting habit Mike has. And for a few minutes, Mike wonders what people see in him; why Jenny's with him and why Rachel wants him. But mainly, he wonders what Harvey see's in him. Why did Harvey hire him? Why did Harvey put his career on the line just to have Mike as his associate?

Because he cares, Mike thought. And a smile worked it's way across Mike's bitten, chapped lips. But the smile soon fades as Mike's eyes dropped and he turned away from the mirror. Harvey doesn't care, he makes that pointedly clear. Mike throw his sticky boxers into the washing pile and makes a mental note to throw them in the washer before he heads out to work. He pulls a clean pair on and sinks back down into the couch, wrapping himself up in the thin white sheet. Mike wanted to fall into a deep slumber and never wake, never wake to face Jenny and the endless lusting of Rachel. And to never face Harvey and Mike's maybe feelings for his boss. He laughed inwardly, lifes a bitch.

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A/N -THIS IS IMPORTANT: I'm really sorry to let you readers know that this story is on hold, I - for some reason - just can't write it. I mean, I have ideas running through my mind but I just can't seem to get them onto WordPad. It's pissing me off. (Excuse my frustration). So chapter three may be a wait away, I feel like a terrible person! I love writing this story but I have like a blockage in my head stopping me from forming sentences! Fuck me. (Sorry, again).

I will continue to try and write chapter three, but I can't promise any updates for a while. I'm thinking that I'm going to watch all the episodes again and see if I can get any inspiriation from it, haha. xD Gives me an excuse to re-watch them anyway. :P

Ciao!xx