I wasn’t really gonna make name partner in a year. Maybe not ever. I know. How? Because if they really were gonna do it in a year, you would’ve leveraged them to move it up the second I left your office.
Drabble Challenge - Prompt 51 - “Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?” Filled for @cowandcalf
Thank you for the prompt, I don’t gnome if you’ll like this… hehe. Hope you enjoy it. :)
“What the hell?” Harvey exclaimed from the doorway of Mike’s new office.
His old coffee table was covered with approximately twenty garden gnomes, with pink and blue coloured hats. Mike looked up from the gnome he’s painting Tara and Louis’ names on, and rolls his eyes.
“Say hello to my little friends,” he quips tiredly, putting down the paintbrush and stretching.
When he’d said yes to helping Louis out with the wedding preparations, he hadn’t envisioned he would be hand painting garden gnomes as bonbonnieres, not to mention all the other obnoxious requests Louis had made.
“I warned you not to say yes, Louis had all the trademarks of a Groomzilla,”
“Thank you, that’s very helpful,“ He replied sarcastically.
Harvey leant against Mike’s desk, folded his arms and smirked, “I thought you came back here to help the needy, well that, and take your boyfriend on long lunches?”
Mike returned the smirk, “Louis qualifies as needy, doesn’t he?”
“As for taking my boyfriend on long lunches, I believe you were more than satisfied with your ‘Lunch’, yesterday.“
Harvey hummed, “It was delicious,” he agreed, walking behind the couch and pressing a few delicate kisses to Mike’s neck, followed by a peck on the forehead, before taking a firm grip on his shoulders, trying to massage a bit of tension out of them. Mike closed his eyes and relaxed into the touch.
“Where is the Captain of the USS Insanity, anyway?” Harvey enquired.
“Groomzilla has a final tasting tonight; he chose to drag Rachel along thankfully.”
As if Louis were gifted with psychic abilities, Mike’s phone started ringing.
“Shit,” Mike grumbled, checking the caller ID, “Speak of the Devil.”
‘Mike, I need a fourth opinion on these hors d'oeuvres, get down here now, these women are ganging up on me.’
‘Please, Mike. Corner of 9th and Broadway.’
He hung up in Mike’s ear.
Mike sighed wearily, grumbling under his breath about shoving a garden gnome somewhere as he grabbed his coat from the back of the couch. Harvey watched his boyfriend with amusement.
“Where are you going? I thought I was getting dinner and a show tonight,” Harvey teased.
Mike smiled, despite himself, “Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”
Harvey shrugged and followed Mike out the door. “I’ll follow you anywhere, Mr Gump.”
“We are definitely getting a wedding planner, I’m not doing any of this stuff for my own wedding,” Mike babbled as he hurried toward the lift, turning his head back to see that Harvey had stopped dead in his tracks.
“We?” Harvey asked, eyebrows reaching the heights of his forehead.
“Oh … I um, I meant-“ Mike stammered as Harvey caught up with him.
Crowding into Mike space, Harvey asked, “You mean to tell me that after only two months of dating me, you know I’m ‘the one’?”
Mike met his stare and grinned. “I’ve known since the day you started teasing me about my skinny ties,” he replied cockily.
Harvey grinned, and his eyes dropped to Mike’s lips. “My only love sprung from my only hate,” he murmured, gently biting Mike’s bottom lip and grabbing him possessively by the ass, and pulling him against him.
“How dare you use Romeo and Juliet to insult my skinny ties!” He moaned into Harvey’s mouth, rutting against him.
“Mike, stop, you know how much I like it when you-”
“When I what?” Mike asked innocently, biting Harvey softly on the sensitive skin of his neck, and continuing to roll his hips slowly against him.
Harvey spun them, pressing Mike against the glass of Louis’ office.
“I love you, there will never be anybody else,” he avowed, “and I’ve always liked fall weddings, but…”
“But?” Mike asked, feeling a tickle of worry.
“But,” Harvey said with a wolfish grin, “First things first. You know what happens when you bite my neck and grind against me?”
Mike’s breath caught, and a sly smile spread across his face. “You fuck my brains out.” He confirmed.
“Good Boy,” Harvey praised, pulling Mike toward the library.