The Trip by MsKateJ (explicit)

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Fandom: SUITS
Pairing: Harvey Specter/Mike Ross
Length: 9k
Author on LJ: mskatej
Author Website: Ao3
Why this must be read:

"It's better to have loved and have lost, than never to have loved at all." Many people like to quote Shakespeare when they're heartbroken, but what would you do if you had the chance to be with the person you wanted? Oh, and did I mention, it's only for a weekend? Would it be worth running the risk of having your heart broken?

MsKateJ has yet to write a Suits fic that I didn't love, but this one completely blew me away. Basically, Harvey and Mike travel to Los Angeles for a business trip. One night out, though, and everything changes. Unfortunately, it seems returning to New York and normalcy is going to be harder than they thought....

Harvey loved the penthouse suite, he felt right at home in the penthouse suite: elegant, stylish, light and airy, but also warm in a way that most hotel rooms weren’t. He liked knowing that Mike was downstairs, toughing it out in one of the normal rooms for normal people, probably at that very moment debating with himself whether he should take advantage of the mini-bar (and he should, because while Harvey might give him a hard time about it, he’d of course pick up the tab). Harvey poured himself a scotch at the bar – a perfectly aged Glenfiddich, so smooth it slid down his throat like melted butter – and wandered out onto the balcony to admire the twinkling cityscape. Not as pretty as New York but all cities look good at night, and at this present moment LA was spectacular.

The night was warm and Harvey’s spirits were high. Traveling for work was normally a chore, but when Jessica had told him on Monday he needed to get his ass over to LA to close Nichols or else, and agreed that Mike should accompany him, and said he may as well take some personal time while he was there, and had waved him off with disinterest when he told her he’d be back in a week, Harvey had been so pleased he’d actually laughed out loud at the way Mike punched the air and whooped when he heard the news. They had a week here – well, five nights – Wednesday to Monday in the city of Angels, where the sun never stopped shining and the girls lived in bikinis. After he and Mike had dealt with Nichols tomorrow they were officially on holiday.

Shopping, sunbathing, sex.

Harvey wasn’t sure at this point how Mike would fit in with his plans, and he hadn’t discussed it with him, but Mike would probably make a pretty good wingman. Tomorrow night he’d take Mike out for a few drinks and see what he was made of.

The Trip