“Not knowing is worse,” Harvey said softly, because it was the truest thing he knew. “Honesty, remember? I want to know you and that includes your past. I don’t just want to know the little details you want me to.” He wanted to understand Mike, to be the person that knew him better than anyone else and to do that he needed to know the things that maybe still stung. Push until it hurts.
Mike went quiet as he thought about it and Harvey could feel him remembering it and at least there wasn’t a little smile in the corner of his mouth, that would have been too much. But it sort of hurt to think about Mike wanting so much from someone who wasn’t ever going to be what he needed.
Trevor was more of an idiot than he’d realized.
Moving up over him he slotted one of his thighs between Mike’s, leaning down to press himself up against all that bare skin revealed by getting him out of his shirt. “We’ve got enough problems as it is,” he said with a smile, running his hand slowly up Mike’s side. “You’re right, it doesn’t,” Harvey agreed easily, because Mike was right, he had nothing to do with them here and now.
He didn’t know what to say, he wasn’t good with words but he just wanted Mike to know that he was wanted here, by him. That just because some asshole who he’d trusted and cared about, depended on and most likely loved had made the wrong choice didn’t make him less than freakishly perfect. But there weren’t words, so Harvey just leaned in to kiss him, because that’s what they were good at. It was different to the last time, which had been different to the times before that, but this time he wasn’t even going to pretend to be gentle and hesitant, because he wasn’t either of those things.