Title: For All of the Plans We Made (there isn't a flag I'd wave)
Author: emms14
Fandom/Pairing: Suits, Harvey/Mike
Warnings: implied sex
Rating: PG-13
A/N: There may be another part coming. An epilogue-y type part but we'll see...

For All of the Plans We've Made (there isn't a flag I'd wave)

Mike Ross woke up hung over and lost.

He was warm, comfortable and utterly lost.

He waited a moment before opening his eyes to prepare for the lights and unfamiliar surroundings that would likely aggravate his hangover. He took a moment to figure out as much as he could without opening his eyes. He was in bed with someone else. The bed was much larger and nicer than his own and the person was distinctly male, if the morning erection he felt pressed against his ass was anything to go by.

Had he, Trevor and their dates for the night ended up in Hoboken again?

It seemed unlikely since he rarely picked up guys around Trevor. It just made things weird.

Whoever he was in bed with was rather possessively wrapped around him for a one night stand. If that's even what happened…

Mike opened his eyes to enormous windows with sun pooling in across the city skyline. So maybe not Hoboken then.

The sunlight was a little more than he could handle being this hung over and it being this early in the morning but he didn't bother closing his eyes. The nightstand closest to Mike read 6:02 so he didn't even consider rolling over and falling back asleep with his mystery man. He needed to find his way home to dress and shower before work lest risking being late to work again.

He tried shifting forward a little towards the edge of the bed, testing the hold of his…of the other occupant of this bed.

Mike heard the man behind him grumble slightly and flex his arms. The man had nice lean arms that apparently had a mind of their own as they pulled Mike in further.

Trying not to struggle or make trouble Mike tensed slightly but didn't pull away. He tried once again to inch further to the edge of the bed, all the while trying to remember where his clothes were or even what happened last night.

Mike stilled as he heard the breathing of the man behind him pick up. The change in the slow gentle inhales and exhales signaled that the man had completely woken up.

Mike inched forward again, hopes of escaping a potentially awkward morning still dancing across his hung over brain.

The man's arm tightened, intentionally this time and Mike stopped.

"Look I hate to run out or whatever but…last night…I need to go. Work. My boss will kill me." It came out rushed and Mike instantly felt idiotic.

The instantaneous laughter that rings out from behind him sounds relaxed and low. It makes Mike blush even more.

The shock that comes along with the next few words growled into his ear leave him stunned into silence, "Somehow, I don't think your boss will mind."

Mike doesn't need to roll over for confirmation of who the man holding him is but he rolls over anyway. He isn't nearly prepared for the sight before him.

Harvey Specter, closer extraordinaire, lays next to him all ruffled with bed-head and Mike has never felt less sure of himself than in this moment. Hesitant is a rare feeling for Mike, awkward and regretful sure, but hesitant? With a mind like Mike's, he doesn't need to hesitate before he can think his way out of anything.

Does this mean he slept with his boss? His boss. How the hell did he get here anyways?

The silence between them is heavy and feels like smog pressing down on Mike and choking him. He was in no way prepared for this.

Harvey is calmly surveying him in a way that makes him feel exceedingly anxious.

Harvey gives Mike once last glance before settling back into pillows and closing his eyes.

"Go back to sleep."

A week later, and the awkward morning still hasn't been discussed. Harvey isn't working Mike any harder or easier than his usual daily grind and Mike feels on edge. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. Or is it the other foot?

Work and life are as hectically normal as ever and Mike begins to consider the possibility that he suffered abnormal alcohol-induced hallucinations. Wouldn't be the first time right?

So after a few more weeks, Mike accepts the theory that he has never spent anytime what so ever in the bed of Harvey Specter. He isn't sure how he feels about this conclusion.

The next time Mike wakes up in Harvey's bed, they're face to face and Mike lets out a little "Ahah!" as the synapses in his mind fire in all directions.

He's slightly hung over again but it's enough to convince him that he hadn't hallucinated the first time.

Harvey's sound asleep and his warm breath ruffles Mike's hair. They aren't touching but the two men are close enough that Mike can feel the warmth from Harvey's body.

The bedroom is dark and Mike feels Harvey's presence more than he actually sees it. Despite the late hour, Mike's brain seems to be moving at the speed of light.

He slips out of bed silently and moves to the huge windows Harvey has overlooking the city. It's all darkness and sparkling lights and god, it feels like home.

Whether he stands there for minutes or hours Mike isn't sure but he watches the city twinkle and listens to Harvey breathe and contemplates the universe.

An hour later Harvey joins him and they stand next to each other, staring out at the city before them. Never speaking, never moving.

When the sun begins to come up threatening the quiet with daylight, Harvey gently tugs Mike back to the bed. Mike doesn't resist.

The first time Mike arrived at Harvey's door stone cold sober he is greeted with a tilt of the head and a quirk of an eyebrow. It was more than enough.

Harvey wakes up before him this time and is absent from the bed when Mike finally wakes. He hears the water running in the bathroom and takes a deep breath to think; yeah, this really is my life.

Harvey emerges from the bathroom in track pants with a mug a coffee in one hand.

"I'm going for a run. Do not be late to work." The corner of Harvey mouth creeps up and Mike can't help but smile.

Some things never change.