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Mike directed Ray where to go and then got out of the car eagerly, a few blocks from Harvey’s apartment. Harvey sighed heavily before getting out and going to his doom. He leaned forward and told Ray to wait, getting a sympathetic look in reply.

“My wife’s the same, Harvey,” Ray said. “It’s easier if you just go along with it – less painful too in the long run.”

Harvey perked up at the realisation that Ray thought of Mike as the girl in their relationship. He’d have to find a way to mention that to Mike; he loved it when his sub spluttered in indignation.

He found Mike amid what looked like a miniature forest. “These are all real,” Harvey said slowly, looking around. There wasn’t an artificial tree in sight. “You aren’t seriously suggesting we drag a real tree back to my apartment, are you? Won’t it smell?”

“It will! Of nice things, like pine forests, and Christmas.” Mike grinned at him.

“But won’t it shed?” Harvey ran a hand over a nearby branch and winced. “It prickles!” He hastily pulled on his pair of expensive black leather gloves to protect himself.

“Yes, it’ll shed – that’s what vacuum cleaners are for, and yes it prickles – that’s part of the fun.”

“You keep mentioning this being ‘fun’, and yet so far we don’t seem to be having any.”

“That’s because you’re a miserable, miserly bastard with no Christmas spirit,” Mike replied.

“Miserly? I just tried to spend hundreds of bucks on a tree for you which you threw back in my face!”

“I take back the miserly. You’re going to have to work on the Christmas spirit thing though.” Mike winked at him. “C’mon – I’ve seen one I like!”

He grabbed hold of Harvey’s arm and dragged him through the throng of trees to one that looked just like all the rest.

“This is it?” Harvey asked dubiously.

“Yes!” Mike circled it happily, stroking its branches.

“May I ask why this one?”

“The shape! It’s perfect. And the height!”

“It’s certainly big.” Harvey circled it too, more warily. The tree was bigger than him, broad and densely pined.

“We’ll take it!” Mike beckoned to the vendor, and Harvey got out his wallet – only to find that Mike had beaten him to it. “This is on me. So if you don’t like it, you can’t moan you had to pay for it,” Mike said tartly.

“How the hell are we going to get it in the car?” Harvey asked as Mike finished paying and grabbed hold of the middle section of the tree.

“We aren’t! It’ll never fit.” Mike laughed happily. “We’ll have to carry it home – c’mon, Harvey, we should be able to manage it between us – it’s only a few blocks.

“I’m not dressed for lumber work,” Harvey said, pointing to his black cashmere overcoat.

“You’ll be fine.” Mike rolled his eyes and began dragging the tree behind him up the street. Harvey considered getting in the car and having Ray drive him home, leaving his wayward sub to carry the tree home alone, but in the end he decided it was too dangerous to the general populace of New York to let Mike loose on the sidewalks with a big tree all by himself. So he told Ray he could go and set off after Mike.

“Still not having fun,” Harvey mentioned fifteen minutes later, through a mouthful of pine needles. He was hot and sweaty, and it wasn’t a good hot and sweaty, like after a workout at the gym or following some hot sex with his boy. Usually those activities didn’t involve being prickled and scratched, or the overwhelming scent of pine.

“Aw, you’re just resisting on purpose. Give into it, Harvey,” Mike threw over his shoulder. “What could be more fun that this?”

“Lots of things,” Harvey replied dubiously. “And if I get any dirt on my clothes from this tree, you’re paying for the dry cleaning.”

“How’s that Christmas spirit coming along?” Mike asked, with maddening cheerfulness.

Harvey stopped and dumped the end of the tree on the ground. “Would *now* be a good time to spank you?” he demanded. “Because I’m really in the mood right now.”

Mike just laughed. He picked up the tree so it was standing upright, grabbed Harvey’s hand, and shoved it into the depths of the tree, making him hold it.

“Wait there!” Mike said, and then he dashed into a nearby shop, leaving Harvey alone with the damn thing.

Harvey stomped his feet, feeling cold and disgruntled. A woman came by with a little girl.

“My, that is a fine tree!” she said, giving it an admiring glace. “What a beauty!”

Harvey straightened up; if there was one thing likely to restore his spirits, it was having something that everyone else admired. “It is! I chose it myself.” He preened a little, tugging on the branches with what he hoped looked like an expert touch.

“Are your pants on fire, Harvey?” Mike’s amused voice whispered in his ear as the woman disappeared into the shop. “Liar, liar…”

“Shut up. I’m only doing this because of you – I’ve got to get some pleasure out of it,” Harvey growled. “What did you buy in there anyway?”

“More tinsel. We’ll need a lot – it’s a big tree.”

“More tinsel – implying we already have some?” Harvey raised an eyebrow.

“We do – Grammy gave me her Christmas ornaments bag.” Mike gestured over his shoulder at his bulging backpack.

They arrived back at Harvey’s apartment, and with the super’s help they somehow managed to manoeuvre the tree into the elevator.

“Never known you bother with a Christmas tree before, Mr. Specter,” Jeff commented.

“Well, things change.” Harvey glanced at Mike, who gave him a big grin.

“For the better I hope,” Jeff said, as the doors began closing.

“The jury’s out on that,” Harvey said darkly, and Mike rolled his eyes.

“Of course for the better! Definitely for the better!” Mike yelled as Jeff disappeared from view.

Harvey felt like he’d done a two hour workout at the gym by the time they got the tree in situ in his living room. Mike shoved it into a bucket, and they both took a step back to admire it.

“Look!” Mike pointed.

“I know! It’s crooked, and there are pine needles all over my carpet.” Harvey gazed at the greenery covering his cream carpet in dismay.

“No…look! It’s beautiful.” Mike put an arm around Harvey’s shoulders and squeezed. “Look – really look, Harvey.”

Harvey tried, he really did, but all he saw was a big tree in a bucket, lurching over to one side like it was trying to make a crazy dash for the window and commit suicide; which would at least be preferable to the slow death it was going to get in here, at the mercy of central heating and the contents of Grammy’s ornaments bag. Harvey shuddered.

“We’ll get you there,” Mike said, in a patronising tone of wise sympathy. “We’ll break you into the joys of Christmas eventually, Harvey Specter Scrooge.”

“Ha ha.” Harvey glared at Mike and then at the tree. “Now what?” he asked.

“Now the fun really starts!”

“May I remind you that you said it’d be fun choosing it and bringing it home, but it wasn’t?” Harvey pointed out.

“Well this *will* be fun. I promise.” Mike grinned at him, and then he opened up his bag and emptied a multitude of baubles, tree lights, and tinsel all over Harvey’s cream coloured sofa.

“I never knew Christmas was so…messy.” Harvey grimaced, itching to clear it all up.

“Leave the OCD behind, Captain, and let’s get decorating.” Mike slapped his hands together cheerfully.

Harvey had to concede that there was a certain kind of enjoyment to be had in watching Mike scramble around the tree, adorning it with lights and wrapping tinsel around its branches, fixing baubles to it, and generally making it look ridiculous.

“The ornaments are important,” Mike told him. “Some of these are ancient.”

“They look it.” Harvey tried hard not to wrinkle up his nose at a decidedly worse for wear fairy with a bent wand. He hoped it wasn’t a metaphor for where his relationship with Mike was going.

“She belonged to my mom,” Mike said, taking the fairy and placing her reverently on the tree. “All the ornaments have some kind of personal meaning. This one was given to my mom when she was a little girl. And this…” He picked up a battered Yoda, wielding a light sabre. “Belonged to my dad. He loved Star Wars – he could be a big kid some times, but he was always rock solid when you needed him. You’d have liked my dad, Harvey.” Mike shot him a little smile and put the Yoda ornament on the tree. “Do, or do not – there is no try,” Mike said, in a very bad impersonation of the great Jedi Master. Harvey winced.

“Then there’s this.” Mike rummaged around and pulled something out of his bag.

“Another old family treasure?”

“No. This one is new. I bought it for you.”

“For me?” Harvey didn’t think there was a single Christmas ornament in the world that would mean anything to him, but it turned out he was wrong because Mike was holding a little tableau of Star Trek characters. There was Kirk in a gold shirt, Spock in a blue one, and a doomed red shirt standing next to them on tiny transporter pads.

“Watch,” Mike said, pressing a button. The entire tableau lit up, shimmering, and the familiar sound of the Star Trek transporter beam filled the air. Harvey watched, mesmerized, and Mike laughed at the expression on his face. “Having fun yet?” he asked, pressing the ornament into Harvey’s hand.

Harvey pressed the button and the transporter lit up again. “Getting there,” he said softly.

Mike looked pleased. “As this one’s yours, you should put it up.” He gestured at the tree.

Harvey hung the ornament on the edge of the tree nearest the sofa, so he could press it whenever he went past and have the mini-transporter beam spring into life.

When they were done, Harvey sat on the sofa and enjoyed the view as Mike scrambled around on his hands and knees, ass in the air, trying, without success, to correct the tree’s lurching gait.

“Left a bit, right a bit…” Harvey said, enjoying the way Mike’s ass moved in time to his commands.

Mike emerged from under the tree, a little sprig of silver tinsel and a lot of green pine needles festooning his hair. “Are you just ogling my ass, Harvey?”

“Yes,” Harvey admitted shamelessly. He glanced at the tree, which was still careening dangerously over to one side. “Looks good.”

“The tree or my ass?”

“Both.” Harvey grinned.

“Time to turn on the lights.” Mike said it as if it was a grand opening ceremony for a prestigious new building, not some tree lights.

Harvey rolled his eyes. “Fine…” He got up to flick the switch.

“No!” Mike threw himself at him and grabbed him in a tackle around the waist. Harvey stopped, wondering what on earth he’d done wrong now. “We have to do it properly!” Mike exclaimed.

He ran over and turned off the main lights, plunging the room into darkness, and then ran back to Harvey’s side, picked up the electric cord, and wrapped an arm around Harvey’s waist.

“One, two…” Mike chanted, and then he flicked the switch on the cord and the lights on the tree glowed into life. “THREE!”

It was pretty, glistening and shining in the dark room; Harvey had to concede that. There was nothing either tasteful or minimalist about this tree; it was a gaudy concoction of reds, golds, greens and blues. It looked all wrong to Harvey’s eyes, and yet it made the place seem warm and homely.

Mike still had his arm wrapped around Harvey’s waist. “You like, Captain?” he asked.

Harvey cleared his throat. “I like, Pup,” he replied.

He pulled Mike close and brushed the piece of tinsel and a handful of pine needles out of his hair. Then he leaned in and kissed his boy on the lips. Mike’s mouth opened for him immediately, as warm and welcoming as always. Harvey slid his hands down to rest on Mike’s ass as he kissed him in the dark room, with the tree lights gleaming in the corner. After a good long time kissing his sub, Harvey drew back, moving his foot – and heard a rustling sound.

“Damn it.” Mike leaned down and picked up a short length of silver tinsel. “I missed this bit. Where shall I put it?” He began walking over to the tree, but Harvey pulled him back.

“I have a better use for it,” he said, taking hold of Mike’s wrists and pulling them together in front of his body. Mike’s teeth gleamed in the dark room as Harvey wrapped the tinsel around his wrists, immobilising him completely. When Mike was safely trussed up like a turkey, Harvey began unbuttoning his boy’s shirt. “Looks like you can’t move, or resist me,” he said in a dark voice. “So I guess I’ll be able to do what I like to you.”

“Mmmm…guess so.” Mike’s grin broadened in anticipation.

Harvey grabbed the soft fleece blanket from over the back of the sofa and threw it down on the carpet under the tree, and then he manoeuvred Mike down onto it.

He straddled Mike’s prone body, spread his shirt wide, lowered his head, and flicked his tongue over Mike’s exposed nipples, making his sub mewl with pleasure.

“Good boy…all tied up, waiting for Santa to deliver his present.” Harvey smirked, his hands going to his own fly.

Mike snorted. “Oh God – that’s bad! If you make any jokes about whether I’ve been naughty or nice, I swear I’ll…” He didn’t finish that sentence because Harvey pressed his hard cock into his mouth, and Mike sucked down on it eagerly.

Harvey loved having his submissive, compliant boy trussed up underneath him. It made him horny as hell. He loved the way Mike looked when he was tied up, all helpless and squirmy and totally at his mercy. Most of all, he loved the dreamy, bewitched expression in Mike’s eyes as he went into his subspace, obeying every order Harvey gave him.

“That’s it…that’s good.” Harvey stroked his boy’s hair as Mike sucked down on him. Then he drew back and undid Mike’s fly. “Move your hips.” Mike jerked his hips up, and Harvey removed his pants and threw them to one side. Mike’s boxers went the same way, and Mike’s hard, swollen cock immediately rose up and hit his belly.

Harvey ignored it, concentrating instead on removing all his own clothes. Then he went into the bedroom to retrieve the lube and a condom and returned to the living room with them. He paused to drink in the sight of his nearly naked sub, lying beneath the brightly lit tree with his wrists tied together with silver tinsel.

“No jokes about stuffing the turkey!” Mike pleaded as Harvey knelt down between his open legs.

“I wouldn’t dream of it. I might though, be forced to mention that Santa’s little helper is going to be rewarded with a very big Christmas sausage.” Harvey smirked.

Mike’s snort turned into a sigh of pleasure as Harvey breached his hole with a lubed finger. “Oh shit, Harvey…that feels so good.”

“Mmmm…” Harvey gazed down on his boy, loving the way the tree lights cast a colourful pattern over Mike’s pale body. He reached for the condom.

“Don’t,” Mike said.

“You don’t want me to fuck you?” Harvey asked in surprise; Mike never usually turned him down.

“No…don’t use a condom,” Mike said, gazing up at Harvey. There was an expression of anxiety in his eyes, combined with a typically Mike Ross kind of stubborn steel. “I’m clean, and I’m positive you are.” Mike snorted again and waved his bound hands at the tidy apartment. “You’re kind of the definition of clean. Let’s do this without. It’s time…neither of us is fooling around with anyone else, and besides…”

“Besides…?” Harvey gently touched Mike’s face with his fingers.

“I want to feel you in me. Bareback,” Mike said, with a trace of defiance in his voice.

Harvey leaned down and kissed his boy on the mouth. “Okay, Pup,” he said softly as he drew back.

He felt himself shaking with excitement at this new development. He longed to feel Mike without the thin covering of rubber, to really *feel* him as he fucked him.

He leaned over Mike, enjoying his boy’s naked vulnerability, and positioned himself between Mike’s thighs. He was used to how it felt to push into Mike’s body, but this was so much better that it took his breath away. He could feel Mike’s hole give way, relax, and open up, welcoming him in, and he hissed from the pleasure of all that tight heat.

“Oh shit, that’s good.” Harvey slid in all the way and then paused, savouring the moment. It felt more vivid, intense and pleasurable without a condom. Mike was looking up at him, his tinsel-tied hands resting on his belly, just above his hugely erect cock. He knew he wasn’t allowed to touch his cock – he needed Harvey’s permission for that.

“Please, can I…?” Mike panted.

“No…I want you to hold it,” Harvey said, enjoying the sensation that display of power gave him. Mike moaned and quivered beneath him, and Harvey moved his hips, adjusting his position, making Mike accept his dominance.

Mike gazed up at him from wide, pleasure-filled eyes. “Feels so good…wanna touch…”

“Not yet. It belongs to me.” Harvey moved his hand to brush Mike’s cock, making his sub cry out. “You belong to me. Say it.”

“I belong to you, Harvey,” Mike whimpered. “Please…oh God…please…”

Mike liked being teased, and Harvey sure as hell liked teasing him, so he thrust in again, looking down the entire time, brushing Mike’s cock again as he thrust in, making his sub scream out in need.

“Only when I’m done,” Harvey told him firmly. “First I get to use this tight little hole.” He thrust in harder this time, making Mike squeal, “And come deep inside my sub’s body, and then, if I’m feeling generous, I might let you come.”

“Yes, Harvey,” Mike said obediently, and his cock practically went into spasm, so Harvey knew his words were turning him on.

“Because you’re mine…and I can fuck you hard…and you just have to take it…” Harvey punctuated his words with several deep thrusts that made Mike quiver and tremble. Mike’s hard cock was leaking pre-come, and Harvey knew he was so turned on that it wouldn’t take much to tip him over the edge. “You’re so close,” Harvey teased, rubbing Mike’s cock again. “Can you hold it, Mike? If you can’t, I’ll have to punish you. Not one of those nice spankings you like so much – but a hard strapping and a week in a cock cage. You won’t like that.”

“No, Harvey…but please…I’m so close…if you keep doing that…”

“I’ve ordered you to hold it, so you will,” Harvey commanded, taking hold of Mike’s cock and running his hand along the entire length of the shaft.

“I can’t if you keep doing that!” Mike screamed. “Shit…please…” He thrashed from side to side, looking completely beautiful and abandoned in his struggle to stay in control.

“Ssh.” Harvey bent his head to kiss him, and Mike gradually calmed down, opening his mouth eagerly to let his dom in. “Good boy,” Harvey murmured as he drew back. He liked how it felt to take Mike’s freely offered submission, to tease and torment his boy until Mike was flying in his subspace. Harvey stroked Mike’s cock again, and Mike positively sobbed from the effort of not coming.

“Aw, poor boy. But, see, I’ve finally found that Christmas spirit you keep going on about.” Harvey grinned wickedly and released his hold on Mike’s cock. “I’ll leave it be until I’m done. Call it a gift. Thank me.”

“Thank you!” Mike cried out, panting with relief.

Harvey laughed and began thrusting in earnest. He rode his boy hard, enjoying every single whimper and moan. He liked how Mike’s tied wrists rendered him completely helpless. He couldn’t do anything except lie there and take everything Harvey handed out to him. His submission was intoxicating, and Harvey dominated his boy completely, demanding Mike’s total surrender to his will.

The tree lights glowed steadily as Harvey enjoyed his boy, making love to him hard and fast until he came with a shout of pleasure, deep inside Mike’s body.

Without a condom to contain his come, he knew he would be leaving it behind to slowly trickle out of Mike’s hole. His spent cock gave a little spasm of appreciation at that thought, and Harvey was surprised to find just how much it turned him on. Mike really had given him a special kind of gift this Christmas.

He slid out of Mike’s body and then, in one swift move, bent his head and took Mike’s rigid cock in his mouth. Mike screamed loudly, his body convulsing in pleasure as Harvey sucked down hard. It only took a minute or so, and then Mike was coming. Harvey didn’t draw back – he wanted Mike’s come in him, the way he’d left his own in Mike. It felt raw and primal, an exchange of something that went deeper than words.

He swallowed Mike’s salty come, and then Mike flopped back on the blanket, looking completely wanton and sated in the tree-light.

Harvey grinned and dropped down beside him. He gathered his exhausted sub in his arms and held him tight, pulling the blanket around them to keep them warm as the sweat cooled on their skin. Mike’s hands were still tied, the tinsel brushing scratchily against Harvey’s bare flesh.

“That was so good, Harvey,” Mike murmured into his neck. “Not sure what the hell I did to deserve that, but it was damn good.”

“Mmm…looks like someone *was* nice then,” Harvey replied. “And naughty too; always naughty.” He pinched Mike’s ass, making him squeal, and then they both laughed.

“And it looks like you found that Christmas spirit,” Mike said, glancing at the tree above them. “See, I *told* you this would be fun.”

“It was, Pup. It was,” Harvey admitted. “I’m a total convert to the joys of Christmas now.”

“Usually after decorating the tree, I have some hot chocolate and Christmas cookies, but this was definitely more fun than that.” Mike looked down on his bound hands with a grin.

“Well, you did say you wanted to start some new traditions,” Harvey said slyly, untying the tinsel from around his sub’s wrists.

He freed Mike and then pulled him close, and they dozed off together, under the tree, wrapped up in each other’s arms.

~*~


When Harvey woke up a couple of hours later, Mike wasn’t there. The tree lights were still twinkling merrily, but there was no sign of Mike in the living room.

Harvey got up and went into the bedroom, but Mike wasn’t in there, either. Harvey pulled on his bathrobe and glanced outside, to see Mike standing out there on the deck, wearing Harvey’s discarded shirt from the night before – and nothing else.

Harvey grabbed the blanket from under the tree and went outside onto the deck.

“Idiot. It’s freezing out here,” he said, throwing the blanket over Mike.

“Sorry. Yeah. I know.” Mike leaned forward and put his arms on the balustrade, gazing out at the brightly lit city beneath them. Harvey stood close behind him, warming him with his body heat.

“I didn’t want to introduce you to Grammy because I wasn’t sure what we have,” Mike said suddenly. “I mean, is it just about the kinky sex – is that all it is? I know we like each other, that we have a good time together, and that you wanted more than a one-shot deal when this all started. I know I’m your sub, your boy, and hell, you’ve even called me your boyfriend. But what is this?” He glanced up at Harvey over his shoulder. “Not a one-shot deal, but is it a forever thing, either?”

Harvey wrapped his arms around his sub, lacing his fingers over Mike’s chest. Overhead, the sky was an ominous shade of cloudy grey-black.

“Look, Harvey, it’s a big statement to introduce a *man* to Grammy, to put her through all the drama that goes with that, if you’re going to stride out of my life the same way you strode into it, leaving me…” Mike shrugged. “I dunno – to go back to the way I was before? To go back to girls? And that old vanilla life.” He gave a little bark of incredulous laughter.

“Well, first of all, technically speaking you strode into *my* life,” Harvey said. “That day at the job interview at the hotel.”

“Yeah, but you kind of strode into mine when you invited me back here that time and seduced me for all you were worth,” Mike replied.

“You could have said no.”

“No. I couldn’t. You’re a hard man to refuse, Harvey Specter,” Mike said softly. He broke free of Harvey’s embrace and turned around, so that they were face to face, still standing close.

“Do you regret it?” Harvey asked quietly, his heart thumping almost painfully in his chest.

Mike laughed. “Never.” He shook his head. “Damn it, Harvey – how do you do that?” He reached out to touch Harvey’s cheek.

“Do what?”

“Manage to look so fucking vulnerable when you’re the most self-assured man on the face of the planet?”

“Don’t tell anyone.” Harvey grimaced. “I don’t want them to know where to press until it hurts.” He gazed at Mike thoughtfully. “But you know where it hurts, Mike; you know exactly where to press.”

“Yes.” Mike nodded. “I know. Is it just the kinky sex games?” Mike asked quietly. “Is that all we have, Harvey? I’m not saying that’s not good, but is that all it is? Are you going to waltz off with some hot girl one day, to settle down and lead a straight life? Is that the plan?”

“No,” Harvey said firmly. “No, Mike. I’m not. Are you?” He felt so achingly vulnerable as he asked that; his whole life hinged on the answer.

“Do you really need to ask?”

“Yes. Like you said – I’m the one who seduced you. You were never homosexual before I put my hands on you.”

“I don’t think I am homosexual; I think I’m Harveysexual,” Mike replied.

“Hah – and you were telling me off for the bad jokes.”

“Your jokes *are* bad.” Mike grinned.

Harvey gazed at him, feeling a little knot of anxiety forming in the pit of his stomach. He wrestled with himself for a short while, but then he decided he had no choice; he had to get his secret out in the open, regardless of the consequences.

“Before this conversation goes any further, I should tell you something,” he said.

Mike’s eyes flashed in alarm, and Harvey could see him almost visibly wondering what was coming next.

“Is it something bad?” Mike asked anxiously.

“You might think so, yes,” Harvey replied. “I killed a man once, Mike.”

Mike’s face relaxed. “I know that, Harvey.”

“You do?” Harvey felt the anxiety in his belly ease a notch.

“Yeah – you told me to do due diligence on you when we first got together, and I did. Bertha told me. She also told me it was self-defence, and you were protecting Patrick.”

Harvey nodded. “It was, and I was. But…” He paused. “Look, I didn’t take any pleasure in it, but I can’t say I’ve lost any sleep over it, either. He was a low-life scum. He pulled the knife on me – there was a struggle, and…” Harvey shrugged.

“That’s pretty much what Bertha said happened.” Mike was gazing at him intently. “Did you think it might scare me off?”

“I wasn’t sure, but I thought it was something you should know if you were going to make a decision about…” Harvey waved his hand in the air vaguely. “In case it had some bearing on that decision. I want to be honest, Mike.”

“Thank you, Harvey.” Mike blew out a deep breath, and the air in front of him clouded immediately. “I appreciate that, but like I said, I already knew, and I’m fine with it.”

That knot of anxiety disappeared from Harvey’s gut, and he wished he’d had this conversation with Mike a long time ago.

“So, what do you say, Captain? Are we…is this…?” Mike waved his hand in the air too, mirroring Harvey’s recent gesture.

“For life? It is for me.”

Mike looked so relieved Harvey thought he might pass out, and he put his hands on Harvey’s chest for support. “Thank God! I wasn’t sure if I was reading it wrong, and I didn’t want to screw up. Damn it, someone has to go first and it might as well be me: I love you, Harvey Specter, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Harvey felt an immense sense of relief. He pulled Mike close and kissed his forehead, his eyelids and his nose, and then moved down and claimed his mouth too. He closed his eyes as they kissed, then opened them again, surprised, as something wet landed on his eyelashes. He blinked away a snowflake and looked up. Snow was falling all around them; big, fat white flakes, dancing their way downwards.

They stood, side by side, as the snow fell on the city that never slept below.

“It’s beautiful,” Mike said, his eyes gleaming.

“Yes, it is,” Harvey said, but he wasn’t looking at the snow. “You know, you should give your grandmother more credit. I think she’d be fine with this – with us.”

“How do you know? Did you say something to her earlier?” Mike gave him a suspicious look.

“No, but that old lady is not stupid. She’d already figured it out.”

“Grammy knows?” Mike’s look of astonishment made Harvey laugh.

“Yes, she knows. Look, Mike, she just wants you to be happy. She told me that she’s worried about what’ll happen to you after she’s gone; that she wants you to find someone who’ll love you as much as she does.”

“And what did you say?”

“That you have.” Harvey smiled at him, and Mike’s eyes lit up happily in response. “It’s Christmas Eve tomorrow; let’s go visit her again then,” Harvey said. “Properly this time; as who we really are – no more hiding.”

“Sounds good to me, Captain.”

Mike wrapped an arm around Harvey’s waist, and they stayed out there together, watching as the snow fell around them.

After a while, Mike shivered. “I’m cold. I need warming up.” He shot Harvey a sly little grin. “You know, Harvey…now would be an excellent time for that spanking.”

Harvey gave a little laugh and held out his hand, and Mike took it. As they walked back into the apartment together, Harvey thought that maybe Christmas wasn’t so bad, after all.

The End

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Merry Christmas Everyone!


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on Dec. 23rd, 2011 09:00 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] londonsabre.livejournal.com
Grammy is certainly a force to be reckoned with!

And the sex was so HAWT!!

Have you done a first time fic for the guys in this verse? I think I've only read one other story of Mike being spanked in Harvey's office.

on Dec. 23rd, 2011 09:06 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] xanthestories.livejournal.com
Yup - I wrote a massive long fic about how they got together called Possession. The follow up, Envy was just a little out-take in their lives a few months later. And this one is a few months on again in the same universe. You can find Possession here: http://xanthestories.livejournal.com/81543.html

Glad you enjoyed this one!

on Dec. 23rd, 2011 09:31 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] sunsaralyn.livejournal.com
Ok, full disclosure, I've never seen suits, but this is really good. I love it. :) Thanks so much. (thecookiemomma from Twitter)

on Dec. 23rd, 2011 11:26 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] xanthestories.livejournal.com
Aw - thanks! It's lovely for you to read it even though you've never seen the show!

on Dec. 23rd, 2011 09:58 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] chaoskir.livejournal.com
Merry Christmas to you and the ones you love (human beings and animals) too.
Thanks for this hot and emotionally wonderful written fic.
Loved it!

on Dec. 23rd, 2011 11:26 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] xanthestories.livejournal.com
Thank you! And to you too!

on Dec. 23rd, 2011 11:43 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] neralina.livejournal.com
This was beautiful, just - wow!! Merry Christmas :-).

on Dec. 23rd, 2011 12:02 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] xanthestories.livejournal.com
Thank you!

on Dec. 23rd, 2011 12:25 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] dinky-di-1.livejournal.com
Grammy knows all...I can't wait for Harvey to finally meet her in the show. Yay for getting the "messy" tree in Harvey's apartment, it needs a little scruffing up now and again. Lovely story - thank you!

on Dec. 23rd, 2011 12:32 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] xanthestories.livejournal.com
Thank you :-). I am SO looking forward to Harvey meeting Grammy for the first time in the show - I hope Korsh has something planned for it!

lovely

on Dec. 23rd, 2011 12:57 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] karen-jk.livejournal.com
You sure put a lot into this Christmas story! I love the Harvey Scrooge stuff and the Harvey vulnerable stuff.

Mike wears his heart on his sleeve when it comes to Harvey.

Thank you for this gift and all the others you send out with such love and care to your readers.

Re: lovely

on Dec. 23rd, 2011 03:43 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] xanthe.livejournal.com
Thank you SO much! I really appreciate what you've said here. Sometimes it feels like nobody really cares, and at Xmas time it's nice to get a thank you like this.

on Dec. 23rd, 2011 02:56 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] bluespirit-star.livejournal.com
Well, you already know that I love it! *g* This is such a wonderfully feel-good fic with a really great emotional subplot. Oh, & it has the best tree decorations ever! *g*

on Dec. 23rd, 2011 03:43 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] xanthe.livejournal.com
It does! I wonder where I got the idea for THOSE from *g*. Thanks again for reading and betaing and being so lovely and supportive even though you've never even SEEN Suits! LOL!

on Dec. 23rd, 2011 02:56 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] luvinthe88and20.livejournal.com
Great job, I really enjoyed it

on Dec. 23rd, 2011 03:43 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] xanthe.livejournal.com
Thank you!

on Dec. 23rd, 2011 03:27 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] irishjeeper.livejournal.com
Such a lovely second part. :)

on Dec. 23rd, 2011 03:44 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] xanthe.livejournal.com
Thank you!

on Dec. 23rd, 2011 04:01 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] hawk-soaring.livejournal.com
I adored this! :) Brilliant.

on Dec. 23rd, 2011 04:20 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] xanthe.livejournal.com
Thank you!

on Dec. 23rd, 2011 09:16 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] georgiesmith.livejournal.com
I loved it and I love the new 'verse you've created. Gorgeous, lush and keeping with the spirit of the show and the characters.

I did want you to know that I did try to make something for you to go along with this story but all of them sucked huge. My brain (and the caps I've been finding) just aren't cooperating. I'm sorry about not being able to do something for you after all of the wonderful things you do with your amazing fiction.

on Dec. 23rd, 2011 09:39 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] xanthe.livejournal.com
Oh hey - that's fine! Thank you so much for trying though! And I'm glad you enjoyed the fic :-)

Hugs!

on Dec. 23rd, 2011 10:05 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] whittyrabbit.livejournal.com
I found vulnerable!Harvey utterly adorable. And I have no idea where this come from, but Grammy trained Donna as her apprentice to look after Mike and Harvey... And happy holiday.

on Dec. 23rd, 2011 10:11 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] xanthe.livejournal.com
Thank you! And LOL - I could totally believe that of Grammy *g*.

on Dec. 23rd, 2011 10:06 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] elfinessy.livejournal.com
As soon as I saw this I knew it would be an early Christmas present!
It is just beautiful... Happy sigh!

on Dec. 23rd, 2011 10:11 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] xanthe.livejournal.com
So glad you enjoyed! Thanks :-)

on Dec. 23rd, 2011 11:07 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] sanlynn.livejournal.com
Aw I loved that! And I get a kick out of the fact that Mike was trying not to tell Grammy but she already had him all figured out.

Mike and Harvery are just perfect together and you write them wonderfully. Great fic! Thanks for the nice Christmas prezzie!

on Dec. 24th, 2011 09:18 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] xanthe.livejournal.com
Thank you! I love how perfect Mike and Harvey are together :-)

on Dec. 24th, 2011 04:09 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] buckeye5.livejournal.com
Harvey straightened up; if there was one thing likely to restore his spirits, it was having something that everyone else admired. “It is! I chose it myself.” He preened a little, tugging on the branches with what he hoped looked like an expert touch.

LOL!! That is so Harvey.

Really loved this, especially having Grammy in there so prominently. I hope we see more of her in Season 2.

Perfect mix of hot and funny and poignant with a wee bit of sap, including the pine kind, thrown in.

Thank you! I hope your holiday is a special one.

on Dec. 24th, 2011 09:19 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] xanthe.livejournal.com
Yay - thanks! I'm glad you mentioned that bit about Harvey - hee!

I agree about Grammy - I'd love to see more of her in S2 - esp her meeting Harvey - that would be very interesting I think!

on Dec. 24th, 2011 07:39 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] dphysh.livejournal.com
Brilliantly crafted as usual! Thanks for a great Christmas present! I too rarely watch suits but the way you portray the men I might just have to change that! LOL! Adored this fic! :)

on Dec. 24th, 2011 09:19 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] xanthe.livejournal.com
Thank you! And it's worth watching Suits - there are only 12 episodes but the BDSM Slash is right up there, front and centre, from the beginning - and only gets more intense as it goes on!

on Dec. 24th, 2011 09:51 am (UTC)
Posted by (Anonymous)
Confession: it's 9 pm Christmas eve and I might have opened all my pressents early. Including this one :)
It's awesome. Funny, HAWT and adorable. I particularly lover your Gammy - that's one smart old lady :D
Merry Christmas and thanks for the Fic.
(PS it's Aly, my LJ won't log on for some reason.)

on Dec. 24th, 2011 10:49 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] xanthestories.livejournal.com
Thanks so much Aly! Love that you opened your pressies early - *ggg*

on Dec. 24th, 2011 10:47 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] bellalaine.livejournal.com
God, you do the best spanking scenes!!

Loved this, thank you MERRY CHRISTMAS!

on Dec. 24th, 2011 11:13 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] xanthestories.livejournal.com
That's great to hear! Thanks! I DO enjoy writing them!

HUGS!

on Dec. 24th, 2011 11:30 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] hab318princess.livejournal.com
that was a fantastic story, gorgeous mix of emotional journey and hot, hot sex! loved it

on Dec. 24th, 2011 11:36 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] xanthestories.livejournal.com
Thanks hon!

on Dec. 25th, 2011 12:50 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] lil-miss-maddie.livejournal.com
What a lovely Christmas present!
I adore this verse, and the sex you write is so incredibly hot.
I hope you add more to it in future :D

on Dec. 25th, 2011 07:44 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] xanthestories.livejournal.com
Thanks so much!

on Dec. 26th, 2011 03:52 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] taylorgibbs.livejournal.com
This is great!!! Merry Christmas, hon :)

on Dec. 26th, 2011 10:52 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] xanthe.livejournal.com
Thanks! And to you hon!

on Dec. 27th, 2011 04:04 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] keitanketsueki.livejournal.com
I-- guh. Brain melted into goo by epic hotness and awesomeness of this fic. So good, thank you!

on Dec. 27th, 2011 07:54 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] xanthe.livejournal.com
Thanks so much!

on Dec. 28th, 2011 09:40 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] hilde.livejournal.com
Delightful Christmas story, Xanthe! I love the dynamics these two have. Grammy is the best :)

on Dec. 29th, 2011 09:11 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] xanthe.livejournal.com
Thanks hon!

on Jan. 2nd, 2012 09:22 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] crimsonquills.livejournal.com
Grammy is kind of awesome. *g* And the only person other than Harvey who seems to give Mike decent advice! It was great seeing them get to meet. And the ending was very sweet. <3

Thank you for sharing!

on Jan. 2nd, 2012 12:36 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] xanthe.livejournal.com
Grammy IS awesome! I rewatched some of her scenes on the show and she and Harvey really are the ones who give Mike the best advice and don't pull their punches with him!

Thank you for your lovely feedback :-)

on Jan. 5th, 2012 01:19 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] tattooedsiren.livejournal.com
Loved loved loved this. :O)

on Jan. 5th, 2012 09:36 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] xanthe.livejournal.com
Thank you!
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