I like my Suits with a White Collar
Who wouldn't ship a fake lawyer and an ex con-man?
Harvey looked down at the two of them and really didn’t know what to think. He wanted to be mad, to suspend them both without pay for a week and see how they dealt with exhaustion after that - and he would’ve, if it had been anyone else. But all he saw were his boys, fast asleep, finally overwhelmed by the sheer quantity of hours they both tried to squeeze into a day.
Maybe it was that they did it for him, maybe it was that they looked just like they did sprawled across his bed - maybe it was that they’d made sure they’d found what they were looking for before giving in to drooping eyes and evapourating concentration.
They didn’t always end up together, the three of them, but more often than not Harvey woke up in the morning tangled in both of them. He lived with Mike, had been for a year now, but Neal just fit when he was there. It had been a few days, the case taking over almost completely, but they seemed to have cracked it.
He crouched down between them and pulled the file free of Mike’s loose grip. He pressed a hand to Mike’s chest, rubbing gently until he began to stir.
“Easy,” he murmured, making sure Mike didn’t sit up and knock himself out on the table - he knew from experience that it was a very real possibility. Mike blinked up at him blearily and smiled when his eyes came into focus. He maneuvered himself upright and rolled his shoulders. “Good work.”
“Thanks.” Mike smiled again and rubbed at his eyes. He looked so young in those moments after waking and Harvey had long since realised that it was then that his protective streak was at it’s worst.
He leant forwards and kissed him gently, Mike returning it sleepily before pulling away and getting to his feet. He strateched out further and Harvey turned to Neal - he was still out cold. Harvey ran a hand through his hair, brushing the bangs from his forehead gently and waiting for him to respond. Neal slept alot deeper than Mike, often the last of the three to get out of bed in the morning.
It didn’t take long this time and Neal rolled over with a groan, curling in on himself.
“You’re the devil. The devil incarnate.” His voice was slurred with annoyed weariness and Harvey smiled and laughed gently. He made another annoyed sound and rolled over again, this time towards Harvey, his head landing on his leg. “Sleep here?”
“No chance.” He replied. He cupped a hand around Neal’s chin and tilted it to one side, earning himself a rather fine glare.
“Wow.” Mike crouched behind Harvey, arms coming around his waist, chin resting on his shoulder. “That’s some bad hat, Harry.”
Harvey shot his a withering look over his shoulder, but Mike grinned lazily as Neal raised his head up, a look of distinct confusion on his face. The changed in angle cleared showed the side of his face that had been pressed to the floor as he slept - now a perfect relief of the carpet weave.
Mike laughed darkly and Harvey couldn’t help but join him, a smirk spreading across his face.
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By chance, Mike meets Neal again after a long time, and he’s not going to let that opportunity slip away.
This is more platonic than anything but I’m saying it counts.
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Mike knew a guy that could help them out with some information, he’d told Harvey as he ran out the door, already slinging his bag over his shoulder. That was an absolutely true statement; he did know a very talented man that could get things when they were needed, but Mike hadn’t told Harvey the details since Neal’s methods were a little… unorthodox, and so was their relationship. I mean, so what if the way they metaphorically scratched each other’s backs involved hooking up for some mind-shattering sex along with the exchange of manila envelopes. It’s not like this information was ever going to be admissible in court anyway, so it didn’t really matter that this time they met in Neal’s favorite martini bar and jerked each other off in the coatroom (even if that was a little undignified in Neal’s opinion). Mike made it back to Pearson-Hardman within 90 minutes, a little out of breath and smug enough to make Harvey look at him suspiciously.
The realization that Neal had conned him into this hit Mike like a ton of bricks; frankly, it also hit him like a dick sliding into his ass. At this point, he didn’t care even a little bit that Neal had lied and it had taken Mike a little too long to put two and two together, because Neal was breathing hard against the back of Mike’s shoulder.
Mike had a hunch… He arched his back so it curved in just the right way.
“Oh, fuck,” Neal breathed and swung his hips harder in response.
Mike looked back over his shoulder and curved his pink lips into a sly smile that he thought might just… Neal groaned and couldn’t tear his eyes away; Mike stroked himself off with Neal’s tell vivid on his face.
“I like to learn from the best,” Mike said as he dressed and left a completely spent Neal on his bed.
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I’ve read and memorized all these cases.
