“His ties are better than yours, puppy.”
Mike looks over at the beautiful red-head sitting comfortably on their boss-his boyfriend’s couch, smiling happily at the sliver haired man making mincemeat out of both political parties on Harvey’s very large, very expensive plasma TV.
“According to you and Harvey, everyone’s ties are better than mine,” he answers, rolling his eyes as he hears the man in question snort somewhere from the kitchen.
“This is true,” Donna agreed, her eyes dancing as she heard the noise too. “But I’m only getting started on why Jon Stewart is wonderful.”
“Do note,” he interrupts trying to suppress the shiver of fear that runs down his spine when Donna raises an eyebrow at his audacity. Even comfortable in their friendship, Donna’s pointed looks still scared the crap out of him. “I never said I didn’t like him.”
“You said he’s okay.”
“He is!” he argues. “Sometimes he’s really funny and sometimes he doesn’t hit the mark.”
Donna shook her head. “Sometimes-“
“Sometimes I wonder,” Harvey cuts her off, not fazed at all when this time she glares at him. “Why you two must get into these debates about political comedy in my living room, when I can be in bed enjoying Mike’s mouth in other ways.”
Donna smirks as Mike turns red “That was subtle, Harvey.”
Harvey returns the expression with an amused one of his own as he places his hand on the back of Mike’s neck giving it a soft squeeze. “Wasn’t going for subtle, beat it.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Donna answers not the least bit put off as she head for the door. Turning once more to the men in the room, she smiles as she watches a now standing Mike and Harvey share a soft kiss. “Me leaving doesn’t get the puppy off the hook about Jon Stewart though, we’ll be discussing this later.”