Blow On Me.
Drabble Challenge - Prompt 85 - “I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor” Filled for @zimdan19
Thank you for the prompt, I tried to do caring Harvey for you, but it went a little more toward the dark side. I hope you like it. :)
“Mike, where the hell are you? It’s 8 am,” Harvey lectured, not even bothering with greetings.
“Mm sick,” Mike drawled into the phone, sounding pitiful.
‘Well, I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor’, Harvey hears Rachel scold before she says her goodbyes.
“You better not be faking!” Harvey grumbled, starting to think of the enormous stack of work he left on Mike’s desk last night.
“Mm not, I had a fever last night, and my body was all achy, and now there are these weird spots on my chest,” Mike explained, yawning and snuggling back down under the duvet.
“Spots?” Harvey sputtered alarmed, “Mike have you ever had the chicken pox before?”
“Nope, why?”
“Put Rachel on the phone right now!” Harvey demanded.
There was some shuffling, and a muffled yell: “RACH, you still here?” More rustling and a moment later Rachel’s terse voice in his ears.
“Harvey, I don’t have time for this, I have a test this morning, and I’m already running 5 minutes late,” she ranted.
If Harvey’s wasn’t so worried about Mike, he might have pulled her up on her attitude and given her the watch yourself speech, but time was of the essence.
“You need to drive him to the Doctor, adult chicken pox can be deadly in some people,” Harvey insisted, now on his feet pacing his office, uncharacteristically unsettled.
“I can’t,” she spat, “I have to take this test today!”
Harvey hung up on her, grabbed his coat and told Donna he would be gone all day.
***
Harvey lectured Mike the whole car ride to the doctor about how chicken pox can cause pneumonia, encephalitis, and even infertility in some cases. Mike tried to take his mother hen act seriously, but even Ray was rolling his eyes from the driver’s seat.
***
“Good thing you came in as soon as you did,” Doctor Lackett confirmed, “Because of that we can give you an anti-viral drug that should limit the severity and length of your illness.”
Harvey was smirking at Mike, so Mike did the biggest and most impressive eye roll he could muster.
“Antiviral meds three times a day, you can take an antihistamine tablet at night and Panadol if you need it,” he advised, turning to address Harvey, Keep him hydrated, and you might want to dab some calamine lotion on his spots to stop the scratching.” The doctor apparently concluding that he is Mike’s significant other.
Even in his misery, Mike didn’t hesitate to confirm that, “Yes honey, that would be amazing.” Then sat back and watched as Harvey’s cheeks turn a dark shade of pink.
Harvey pushed to his feet, “Come on then, pumpkin, let’s get you home.”
Mike grinned at him and held out his hand. That little asshole, Harvey thought affectionately as he grabbed the outstretched hand and pulled Mike out the door.
Harvey liked the feel of Mike’s hand in his, and for Mike’s part, he didn’t hold on loosely, his grip was firm and self-assured. Mike’s hand remained in his until they entered the car, Ray flicking Harvey a knowing look. Harvey directed Ray to drop them back at his condo, silencing Mike’s obvious half-hearted objections.
***
Mike looked at home in Harvey’s condo, he grabbed a glass of water and took his medication. Moving to the living room he selected a Steven Segal movie from Harvey’s DVD collection, and flopped down on the floor, propped up against the sofa.
Harvey changed into his sweats and joined him, instead choosing to stretch out along the sofa, his hand resting comfortingly on Mike’s shoulder and now and then pressing against Mike’s forehead to check his temperature.
As the credits rolled, Harvey noticed Mike was rubbing his back against the sofa.
“Getting itchy?” Harvey remarked.
“Yeah, I know I’m not supposed to scratch, but it’s so goddamn itchy!” Mike grizzled, upping the ante and rubbing harder, letting out a sigh of pleasure at the relief it was bringing him.
Harvey couldn’t listen to Mike groaning like that for a minute longer. “I’ve got some calamine lotion in the bathroom,” he recalled, dismissing himself.
In the time it took Harvey to grab to lotion and calm the hell down, Mike had taken off his tee-shirt and was looking expectantly up at him as he arrived back in the lounge area. There were angry looking, red blotches covering his back and chest now.
“I’m not going to give this to you am I?” Mike asked, concerned.
“No, once you’ve had them you’re immune, and I had chicken pox when I was six,” Harvey reassured as he sat down behind Mike on the couch. “Lean forward, and I’ll do your back.”
Mike bent forward and Harvey slid a hand gently from his shoulder blade, down his flank, there was no reason for the action, Harvey needed both hands to apply the lotion. Mike sighed and leant into it, silently admitting to himself that it felt amazing and for those brief seconds that Harvey was touching him, he felt nothing else.
Using a cotton ball, Harvey pressed the lotion onto each spot in thick blobs that wouldn’t dry right away; he was quick and methodical, all the while Mike was sighing and arching like a cat underneath his hands.
Harvey filled his lungs to the brink and then started blowing air over the wet lotion, knowing the cooling sensation would feel magical.
“Ohhhhh, Oh God that’s good,” Mike moaned unabashedly. He sounded like the star in every porn, ever made. “Do it again, Harvey,” he begged, head flopping back between Harvey’s legs, staring up at him with pleading eyes. “Please blow on me?” He asked innocently and then grinned when he realised exactly how that sounded.
Harvey looked down and met his gaze with a smirk. Mike was urging him to blow on him, not blow him but his thoughts had already deviated to the idea of having Mike in his mouth and even though it was a long shot, he was hoping Mike had missed him harden in his briefs, right next to Mike’s head, at the thought.
“Mike,” Harvey muttered breathlessly.
He watched Mike’s bright blue eyes morph into dark pools of lust, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as he started back up at him.
“Harvey,” Mike whispered.
Authors Note: The end is ambiguous on purpose, I’d like to think that Harvey would put the brakes on because Mike isn’t single, but I also like the idea of bow chicka wow wow. Also, I’m pretty sure there are a few unlucky people that do get chicken pox more than once. This is drabble number 4/8, you can find the rest here - Millie’s Mini Marvey Musing’s. Thanks for reading and supporting me.
