Long Hours In The Waiting Room
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingsman or any of the characters, also I reference a lot of books/films/products ect that I don't own either.
A/N: So this was originally a prompt on tumblr from sintii that took me forever to write because I accidentally went to town with it but Hartwin are perf so no one is allowed to complain at me ;)
I'm actually a glasses/contact lense wearer myself so this was fun to write because I've been through all the tests and everything. I like to think that this is in equal parts fluffy and smutty and I was blushing furiously whilst writing the smut and cackling like a maniac whilst writing the fluff.
Eggsy has been a breath of fresh air to write, it's been so awesome writing a gay character who isn't trapped within his masculinity and constantly at odds with his sexuality and how the world treats him. I've literally enjoyed writing every word of this.
Now I've tried my best to research everything and accurately portray everything in this story (e.g marine training/army ranks/injuries/timelines ect) so I apologise right here for any mistakes I've made, and some of this is artistic license.
Okay, I'm completely babbling now so...enjoy :)
Chapter One
Eggsy sat in the waiting room and huffed. He wouldn't be here at all if it weren't for his commanding officer. But then he wouldn't be here at all if he weren't irritatingly short-sighted.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Unwin, but you can't begin training until you pass your eye test." That's what Phillips had said.
"Well, how do I do that?" He'd asked, worried that they weren't going to accept him. All Eggsy had wanted to do with his life was join the Royal Marine Commandos and now his fucking vision was getting in the way of his dreams.
"A few years ago, people like you son wouldn't have even been considered, however, times have changed. I'll make you an appointment, get you some contact lens. To be honest, Unwin, you should have seen an optician a long time ago."
Eggsy shifted around in his seat, remembering how his mother had pestered him to go to his appointments but he didn't want to look like a fucking idiot with thick-rimmed nerd glasses, especially around the estate he grew up on, he'd be royally ripped the shit out of, and probably royally beaten the shit out of, as well.
It was only recently that glasses had begun to become popular and come in more attractive styles than the Harry Potter look. But Eggsy viewed that as some kind of Hipster revival movement and didn't very well want to get labelled as a vintage tosser.
Still though, contact lens wouldn't be so bad. No one would have to know.
He tilted his head as he tried to concentrate on the poster across the waiting room but couldn't make out the words. He supposed it would be nice to see properly for once.
Eggsy whipped out his phone and looked at the time, he must have been waiting for about an hour yet, how fucking busy were opticians?
He looked around the room; eyebrow raised. Phillips had told him this place was a military opticians, specifically for the armed forces, called Kingsman or something, but it didn't look militaristic at all, just like a cleaner specsavers.
Eggsy turned his head suddenly when the door to his right opened and a man leant against the frame. He was tall, wearing a bespoke pinstriped suit that made him angular. Probably in his early fifties, with neatly combed hair and wearing a pair of tortoiseshell glasses that absolutely suited him.
Eggsy stood.
"Gary Unwin?" The bespectacled man asked in a crisp English accent. Eggsy could feel the public school vibes coming off of him.
"Uh, yeah," he replied. "Eggsy."
The man looked him up and down momentarily, obviously taking in his hoodie and trainers, before opening the door wider.
"Mr. Unwin, after you."
Eggsy slipped past the tall man quickly, attempting to avoid brushing past him.
"Take a seat." He said, and Eggsy did. He sat quickly in the chair in front of the desk, examining the giant apparatus in front of him in confusion and in an attempt to avoid staring at the down-right gorgeous optician as he sat down on the other side of the desk.
Eggsy sneaked a glance at his name plaque. Harry Hart.
He watched as Harry opened a file with slender fingers and looked down at it through the thin lenses of his glasses.
Eggsy shook his head minutely. You're here for an eye test, not ogle the fucking optician.
"You were sent here by Officer Phillips?" Harry asked, glancing up at him.
Eggsy nodded.
"And you're short-sighted?" He pressed.
Eggsy nodded again.
"Yeah, always have been."
Harry cocked his head to the side. "Really? Why haven't you had an optician's appointment before?"
Eggsy shrugged. "I dunno, never felt the need too, I suppose."
"Right."
Eggsy suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
"How come all optician's wear glasses, then?" He deflected.
"Perhaps it's because they understand the plights of those with poor eyesight?" Harry mused, not really paying attention to him.
Eggsy felt himself sink back into his seat, wondering why he was trying to flirt with a man double his age anyway.
Harry finally looked up to him and pulled the bizarre contraption forward until it was seated in front of Eggsy, effectively blocking his view of everything else.
It looked like a giant pair of glasses with a small ledge jutting out from the middle.
"Okay, Mr. Unwin, if you'd like to place your chin on the rest, there."
Hesitating for a moment, Eggsy leant precariously far forward in the chair he was sat in and rested his chin on the aforementioned ledge. He closed his eyes momentarily, feeling like a complete idiot in the weird, contorted position he was in. He heard something whirr in front of him and peeked out through the small lens situation in front of his eyes. He could vaguely make out what looked like a small computer monitor.
He heard a soft click and then he could clearly see the small screen in front of him, on the screen was four lines of letters. The first line, in big script, rea L, the second, in slightly smaller script wa V, the third, smaller again, wa and the fourth, in impossibly small script, was what looked lik W.
"Okay, Mr. Unwin," came Harry's voice again. "Can you read the third line?"
Eggsy nodded until he realised that there was no way Harry could see him. "Err, yeah, J, H, G and V."
"Very good, and the final line."
"Err..." Eggsy frowned, he didn't want to get it wrong. "G, B, and what, U, W."
"Very good."
There was another click and the lenses in front of his eyes switched again and suddenly the bottom line became very clear.
G B Y V
"Oh," he said, feeling his cheeks reddening. "G, B, Y, V."
"Excellent." Came Harry's pleased voice and Eggsy had never felt more of an idiot in his life, made to read dumb letters incorrectly, he felt like a circus freak.
There were a few more rounds of 'lets watch Eggsy fuck up the letters,' until the monitor screen quickly changed to a split screen, one side was bright red and the other neon green, and in the same moment one of the lenses was blocked, effectively cutting off half of his eye sight.
He felt weirdly disorientated.
"Okay, Eggsy, which colour is clearer, the red or the green?"
"Err, they kind of look the same."
The lens changed again and suddenly the red was brighter.
"This time, the red or the green."
"The red, I think..."
It went on rather like that for another view rounds until the apparatus was pulled back and Eggsy was yet again met with Harry staring at him.
He blinked a few times, putting that experience down as one of the weirdest things that had ever happened to him.
He watched as Harry took what looked like a tiny telescope and a small cylindrical object from a drawer and turned back to him.
"I'm just going to shine this light in your eye, is that okay?"
Eggsy nodded.
Harry leant forward slightly and turned on the small, cylindrical object, which turned out to be a tiny torch, and shone it in Eggsy's right eye whilst he inspected him with the little telescope.
Eggsy would have thought about the oddness of the whole experience if he hadn't have been acutely aware of just how close Harry was to him, so close that he could smell the scent of his expensive aftershave and could see the individual freckles on his face as he inspected his eye intently.
Eggsy let out a small breath, he didn't think he'd ever experienced an attraction this immediately before, especially not with a man prodding weird things in his face.
"Now the other eye," Harry murmured softly, moving the torch to Eggsy's left eye and repeating the procedure.
Eggsy's eyes hit the floor.
"Keep looking at me, Mr. Unwin." Harry instructed and Eggsy sighed internally and brought his gaze back up to the older man, keeping a stoic expression until Harry switched the torch off. He blinked a few times, vision blinded slightly by sun spots and when he was able to see again he noticed Harry typing quickly into the computer sat at the side of his desk.
After a moment, he looked back at him and gave him a small, professional smile.
"That's you all done, Mr. Unwin. Your contact lenses will be ready in a few days."
Harry stood and offered his hand to Eggsy who stood quickly and accepted it, enjoying the soft, warm feeling of skin on skin contact.
"Thanks," was all he managed to say before he walked quickly out of the room. Harry watched him go in confusion.
Eggsy stopped just outside the door and forced himself to catch his breath for a moment, berating himself for acting like a teenager. What type of marine lost his breath in a bloody eye appointment with a hot guy?
He shook his head at himself and walked from the door.
It had been the room, he told himself, that was the problem. It had been small and intimate, and Harry had to get so close to his face, it wasn't Eggsy's fault that he smelt so good, was it?
…
A few days after that, Eggsy had received a call from the Kingsman receptionist, a man called Merlin, oddly enough, and had to go back to collect his contact lenses.
What transpired from that was one of the most humiliating experiences of Eggsy's whole life: learning how to put contacts in and take them out.
Merlin had shown him a variety of ways to place the contact lens on the eyelid and Eggsy found that he could not master a single one. Merlin had been very patient and told him that it took a while for people to master the art of it but eventually it would become like second nature to him.
Merlin, apparently aware that Eggsy was struggling, starting typing on his computer and allowed Eggsy to practice in the mirror in peace.
Eggsy sighed as the contact again bent at his lashes and slid down his cheek. He removed it from his skin with the tip of his finger as he'd been shown and swivelled in his seat. His gaze hovered for a moment on the door to Harry's room and felt momentarily glad that he wasn't embarrassing himself in front of him. He also momentarily wondered if Harry had thought about him at all but then felt the sudden urge to laugh at himself.
He looked back down at the contact in his palm and decided, there and then, that he would master this.
…
Eggsy worked hard to conceal a proud smile as he looked over the big approval tick on his military eye examination.
"Congratulations, son." Phillips said, clapping him on the back. "Training starts on Monday."
As soon as he left the examination building, he headed home to the small flat he was renting and pulled out his phone to call his mother to tell her the good news, however, before he could even go into his contacts, his phone started vibrating in his hand.
Kingsman Opticians.
Frowning, Eggsy answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Unwin," an all too familiar voice rang out from the other end of the line, "this is Harry Hart from Kingsman Optician's."
"Oh," said Eggsy, unsure as to what to say in reply.
Luckily, Harry didn't seem like the type of man who did small talk.
"I'm phoning to let you know that your glasses are ready for collection."
Eggsy's brow furrowed. "What glasses? Merlin already gave me my contact lens."
"Yes, but with the Kingsman contact lens care package there is a free pair of glasses, didn't you read the leaflet?"
Eggsy made a face. "Err..."
"You can come in whenever you're free," Harry continued, steamrollering through the conversation and leaving Eggsy completely off-guard.
"Oh, err, will do." He said stupidly. "Thanks, bye."
"Goodbye."
The line went dead and Eggsy closed his eyes, wondering if there were anything he could do to feel like less of an idiot in that moment.
…
Eggsy opened the door to the Optician's the next day and walked into the waiting room, seeing Harry leant casually against Merlin's desk, they were conversing quietly about something.
Today, Harry wasn't wearing a suit jacket but a grey waist coat over a crisp white shirt that was rolled neatly to the elbows.
Eggsy understood why all the girls loved a man in a good suit, and one or two men as well.
Harry looked up at Eggsy as he entered and Eggsy lessened his intense gaze slightly, wishing Harry could be just slightly less attractive. Or that factors such as he was old enough to be his father or the fact he wasn't remotely interested play a bigger part in his attraction.
"Mr. Unwin, follow me. Thanks, Merlin."
Eggsy followed Harry back to his office, finding the glasses apparatus slightly less intimidating now that he knew what it did.
He wished Harry wouldn't call him 'Mr. Unwin', he didn't like anyone calling him that, it sounded too wrong, it sounded too formal. He'd always just been 'Eggsy' and that's how he liked it to be.
Though he supposed he and Harry's acquaintance wouldn't be long enough for him to request a name change.
Harry opened a drawer and produced a glasses case.
"You didn't sound too sure on the phone," he admitted, handing the case to Eggsy with a small smile.
"Well, you know, glasses, it's a bit bookish, innit? I mean, I'm supposed to be a marine..."
"I was an officer in the army for several years before I became an Optician,"Harry told him conversationally, "and I've always worn glasses."
Of course, thought Eggsy, there was something militarist in the angular way Harry seemed to hold himself, and his lack of small talk and the way he drove the conversation.
"Yeah but you look good in glasses." Eggsy snorted.
Harry's gaze snapped to him and Eggsy's eyes hit the floor and he busied himself by opening the glasses case and inspecting the slightly angular, black-rimmed and very professional lenses embedded snugly within.
"So, did you pass your eye exam?" Harry asked suddenly, causing Eggsy to look back at him in surprise, perhaps he'd been wrong about the lack of small talk?
Harry looked ever so slightly uncomfortable looking back at him.
Eggsy nodded.
"Yeah, training starts on Monday."
Harry nodded in return.
"Congratulations, I'm sure you'll be fine, you have the right...build."
Eggsy contemplated for a moment and decided that maybe now was the time to let his patented cocky confidence shine through.
He gently placed the glasses case down on Harry's desk and licked his lips tentatively.
"Listen," he began, "I don't suppose you want to...do something...some time?"
Eggsy watched as Harry shifted uncomfortably under his gaze and felt his stomach sink, he knew Harry wouldn't be interested.
"I don't think that would be appropriate." Harry said evenly.
Eggsy felt himself blushing furiously and turned his face away slightly.
Harry looked on forlornly, feeling immensely guilty at the embarrassment he'd caused. Before he even knew what he was doing, he'd reached out and put a hand under Eggsy's chin, turned his face back and kissed him.
Eggsy's eyes widened in shock as his lips suddenly came into contact with the soft lips of the Kingsman, but when Harry moved against his lips slightly his eyes closed instinctively. This had to be one of the gentlest and yet intimate kisses he'd ever shared with anyone.
When Harry pulled back, Eggsy held in a sigh of disappointment, realising he didn't know how much time had passed and wouldn't have noticed if it had been hours.
He opened his eyes to see Harry staring softly down at him through his glasses; Eggsy could see his own reflection there as well.
Harry blinked a few times as his eyes wavered, but not in an uncomfortable way. He'd only kissed the boy to give him something, to say sorry for not being interested without using words, but he'd felt something against Eggsy Unwin's lips that he hadn't thought he would. Dare he say, a spark?
Harry suddenly became aware that his hand was still on Eggsy's chin so he removed it and let it fall limply to his side, but Eggsy did not stop staring at him. He felt like he was trapped in the moment under the intensity of his gaze.
"I want to see you again." Eggsy breathed out after a moment, and Harry found himself chuckling softly at the choice of words.
He glanced to his desk and picked up the abandoned glasses case and pressed into Eggsy's hand.
"I guess you'll need these, then." Was all he said.
…
Eggsy worriedly paced around his kitchen as he shakily hung up the phone and put it down on the side.
Harry had invited him out to some posh restaurant on a date, a date. Eggsy's stomach did happy backflips at the thought, both in parts for actually going on a date with the ridiculously attractive (and he was starting to see, adorably shy) Harry, but also that no one took anyone on dates anymore, it was so old fashioned yet he'd always mourned the loss in secret. It felt like you were doing things properly when you went on a date, better than finding yourself with some girl off the estate behind the recycling bins at Tesco.
However, his stomach also did uneasy flips at the thought as well. Harry had given him the name of the restaurant and it sounded a bit posh, and the more he thought about it the more it became obvious that of course Harry would take him somewhere posh. Eggsy wouldn't be surprised if the man went to Eton and Cambridge and lived in a mansion.
Eggsy caught sight of himself in the reflective glass of the microwave, taking in his navy body warmer and his snap back and felt his stomach sink. He wouldn't know how to act, not even how to dress.
A thought occurred to him and he looked up at the kitchen clock in the poky, yet cosy, little flat he rented and swore as he saw the time.
8:47am
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Eggsy repeated to himself quietly as he tried in vain to gather his khaki outfit and his phone and make it out of the door in time for training.
Phillips was scary enough without him actually pissing him off.
…
Eggsy stumbled back in 10 hours later and let his head rest against the door as he slowly breathed in and out. He let out an adrenalin fuelled laugh as he realised that Marine training might actually kill him before anything else and he wouldn't have to face any of the other problems in his life. Such as his Mother going off the wall for him training because his Dad died doing spec. op.-something or other, or having to deal with his Mum's bastard boyfriend being around his little sister, or the fact that Eggsy had less than two hours to shower, get ready and become a fine gentleman before he met Harry for their 'date'. He laughed again as the thought came to him, realising that despite all of the shit, he was actually quite happy.
Eggsy dived into the shower quickly and made quick work of scrubbing away all the mud and dirt that came with writhing around in the ground all day under barbed wire. He tried desperately to get a persistent twinge out of his shoulder before he turned the spray off and towel dried himself.
Eggsy growled in frustration as he sifted through all of the clothes in his wardrobe, finding jeans and shirts and shorts but nothing remotely the formal.
He checked the time on his phone. He still had over an hour.
Making a quick decision, he pulled on some ripped jeans and a long-sleeved grey shirt before he left his flat and made his way to Oxford street.
He'd had a little saved to buy a suit for his graduation so he supposed it wouldn't hurt to buy it a few weeks in advance.
He went into a clothes shop and perused for a while until he came across a nice-looking two piece, navy blue suit. Nothing bespoke or expensive, he wasn't made of money, but as he checked himself out in the changing room mirror he supposed it looked as a suit should. (He knew naff all about suits so prayed he wasn't making one big fucking fashion faux pas).
He paid quickly and made his way back to his flat to change. He buttoned up the blue suit jacket and tucked in the striped tie he'd bought and checked himself out in the mirror on the door of his wardrobe.
He'd been so pre-occupied with clothes and time that he hadn't really had time for nerves but it was around now that they were kicking in. Eggsy was generally quite confident in nature but he didn't have much knowledge when it came to dating.
He'd gone out with a few girls until he'd realised he preferred guys and then he'd had a few pointless hookups with guys in seedy bars on the estate that never amounted to anything worth remembering.
He supposed that was what came of a subculture influenced by media that portrayed all gay relationships to be seedy and hidden; you never met a guy who wanted to take you out on a date that didn't involve fucking in the toilets on the way out.
Except Harry. Eggsy thought to himself, making himself smile slightly. He didn't seem like the seedy old guy type.
Eggsy looked down at his watch, well, he supposed there was only one way to find out.
He risked a final glance to himself in the mirror and frowned, realising that something wasn't quite right. He realised immediately that it was the lack of hat, he rarely went out casually without his snapback or his cap on and felt a little naked without it, but that wasn't the sort of accessory you wore out to a fancy restaurant.
Eggsy's eyes narrowed in thought as he walked back into the kitchen and found the glasses case he'd abandoned there and hadn't bothered to open, since.
He opened it then and looked sceptically at the angular black frames sitting snugly in the faux silk packaging. He quickly extracted the spectacles and placed them on his nose, jerking in shock at the sudden crispness of his vision and the weird sensation of seeing two blurry black rims around his eyes.
He merely stood there for a few moments, removing his glasses and then replacing them again, assessing the detail he could suddenly see in the world before realising he couldn't really do that all evening so he went back to the mirror and checked out what they looked like on.
Eggsy couldn't help risking a small smile to himself as he realised that the glasses worked, the black angular frames contrasted nicely to his skin and made him look really sophisticated. Maybe there was more to looking like a nerd than he'd previously thought.
Suddenly happy with his appearance, he collected his phone and walked decidedly out of his flat, shutting the door behind him.
…
Harry frowned at the already finished glass of wine sat in front of him and looked around the restaurant just to make sure no one was giving him funny looks. Eggsy wasn't late, he still had 5 minutes until the time they'd planned to meet, but because Harry now sat with a finished glass in front of him and a full glass opposite him it looked like he'd been stood up.
He called over the waiter for a refill to remedy this mistake and left the glass untouched as he drummed his fingers on the side of the table.
The reason he'd gotten through three units of alcohol so quickly wasn't because he was a drunkard, in fact he rarely drank that much, but because he was nervous.
He was ridiculously nervous. He knew he shouldn't have been, but he kept looking around at all the couples sat around him and couldn't help feeling ridiculously old and sleazy and unattractive, and anticipating all the odd looks he was going to get when Eggsy joined him and everyone saw how young and gorgeous he was.
Then he couldn't help but envision Eggsy leaving in embarrassment because he didn't want to date an older person who was so much more posh and boring and...
He sighed to himself and took a calming sip of wine, realising that things would work or they wouldn't, it was only a first date, after all, and Eggsy had seemed keen at the Optician's.
But that being said, they were two very different people.
And then, as if on cue, Harry spotted Eggsy being shown over to their table by the meitra d and let out a small breath.
He was wearing a fitted, dark blue two piece that cut in at the waist and gave him a willowy figure and the black, angular rimmed glasses Harry had given him the other day which gave him an air of debonair and sophistication. He looked like a totally different person.
Something had to be said for not judging a book by its cover.
But it was when Eggsy saw him staring and gave him a huge, cheek-splitting smile that lit up the room that Harry realised just how incredible he looked, and just how lucky he was, and just how out of his league he was.
Harry stood as Eggsy joined him out of learned gentlemanly courtesy.
"Hey," Eggsy greeted, still smiling. "Sorry for making you wait."
"Not at all," Harry said, willing himself to stop staring and form a coherent though. "I mean, you're not late at all, in fact you're early, you look great."
Eggsy was taken aback by this sudden declaration and felt himself blushing.
"Oh, thanks, so do you."
And he did, Harry was dressed in a dark charcoal three piece suit and his tortoiseshell glasses which gave him an aristocratic look. Eggsy wondered for a moment what was underneath his suit to give him such a sharp cut until he seemed to realise that they were both still stood and gaining quite a few stares so Eggsy quickly sat and then so did Harry. Eggsy realised that Harry had been waiting for him to sit before he did and tried to fight off a smile; he'd bagged a gentleman.
"I hope this is okay." Harry said, gesturing to the glass of red wine in front of Eggsy. "It's Château , one of my favourites."
Harry could have been speaking gibberish for all Eggsy knew of wine but he didn't admit to it, instead he just nodded.
"Yeah, it's great, thanks." Eggsy looked around himself at the deep red furnishings and the women in cocktail dresses and the men in bespoke suits and wondered just exactly how much the wine had cost.
"I've never been to anywhere this swanky before." He admitted, deciding that was the best way to say 'I'm not posh, or particularly high maintenance and I'm really quietly grateful for all this effort but way too embarrassed to admit it.'
"You'll have to let me take you to one of the slums I grew up in..." He tailed off, eyes hitting the floor as he realised the enormity of what he had just said, affirming that he and Harry would meet again.
When he looked back up, however, Harry was merely smiling softly at him. Eggsy smiled back but felt himself blushing again.
"So, what should I call you?" Harry asked after a moment. "Eggsy?"
"Actually, I prefer 'Mr. Unwin'." Eggsy said jokingly, eliciting a soft chuckle from Harry who sat up a little straighter.
"Okay, then, Mr. Unwin, I apologise for being so forward with you. You may call me Mr. Hart, or Sir."
"That's quite alright," Eggsy returned, concealing a smirk and easily feeling more comfortable. "...Sir."
Harry blinked a few times and Eggsy quirked an eyebrow, unsure as to when they got on to vicious flirting but, to his credit, Harry appeared to take it in his stride and waggled his eyebrows back, causing Eggsy to laugh while simultaneously realising all attempts at being sexy had gone out of the window.
Harry, however, found that Eggsy's smile was quickly becoming his favourite feature.
The starter came not long after that and Eggsy was momentarily relieved that there was no silver service until he berated himself, remembering that Harry wasn't royalty; in fact, he was army.
"So, what made you go into eye care after you retired from the army, seems a bit...you know...odd?"
Harry smiled slightly into his glass.
"I know what you mean, to be honest, after I left the army, I didn't really know what to do with myself, it's a hard life to give up, you'll come to understand that in a few years, trust me. I wanted to do something, you understand. My parents wanted me to follow in their footsteps, marry a nice rich girl and spend the rest of my life attending social functions with them but it wasn't me.
"I'd always had pretty poor eye sight and was interested in all of it so I thought I'd try my hand at it."
"And your parents are happy with that?" Asked Eggsy, feeling a little odd at asking that question to an adult.
Harry shrugged.
"Yes, fairly. I mean, they're a little disappointment at my not taking a wife but..."
Eggsy grinned.
"S'pose they always will be."
Harry smiled back.
"Indeed."
Eggsy looked down at his plate to hide the blush creeping back onto his cheeks.
"Sorry," apologised, looking back up. "I don't really go on a lot of dates."
"A lot of it's lost in youth culture, isn't it?" Asked Harry, tilting his head to the side. "Not to sound like a lecturing adult or anything..."
"No, it has." Eggsy replied earnestly, nodding. "People just don't do that anymore, first guy I was ever involved with: lasted for two weeks being sloshed, and I was only 18."
"How old are you, Eggsy?" Asked Harry. "If you don't mind my asking."
Eggsy shook his head.
"Nah, it's fine. I'm 24."
Harry raised his eyebrows and ducked his head a little.
"That is young," he said quietly to himself.
"Why?" Asked Eggsy, "how old are you?"
"50 this year." He admitted quietly, and Eggsy could immediately see how uncomfortable the subject made him because he was avoiding eye contact.
Eggsy immediately reached a hand out across the table and placed it over Harry's, who glanced up at him in shock at the sudden, unexpected contact.
"I don't mind if you don't." Eggsy winked, he smiled when he saw Harry visibly relax in front of him and smile back.
Harry turned their hands over so he could grasp at Eggsy's and realised there was no turning back now.
…
"Would you like to come in?" Harry asked tentatively, fiddling with his keys as the pair of them hovered outside of Harry's front door.
"Okay," was all Eggsy said, expressionless.
Harry spared him a quick look before he unlocked the door, wondering what on Earth he was doing.
"After you," he said, opening the door wide and allowing Eggsy entrance.
Eggsy smiled in thanks as he walked through, Harry really was a gentleman.
And he has the fuckin' paycheck to match. Eggsy thought a little stupidly as he looked around what could only be called the foyer of the expensively yet tastefully furnished house he'd just walked into.
"Woah, this place is amazing." He said, looking around.
"Thank you," Harry smiled but Eggsy could detect a hint of embarrassment in his voice.
Harry led him into the living room which had oaken walls and a brown leather settee with matching armchairs, a glass coffee table in the middle with a bouquet of red spiky flowers in a vase in the centre and a large, flat screen on the wall.
Eggsy's eyes widened as he passed a fish tank full of tropical fish and smiled to himself when he saw a blue tang peeking out from behind a coral.
"Can I get you a drink?" Harry asked.
Eggsy straightened and turned to him, wondering if Harry would be as interested if he realised Eggsy was a common-as-muck type and not a suave rich kid. He decided that there was only one way to find out.
"I'd kill for a lager." He admitted, to which Harry smiled hugely.
"Right away," he said, before disappearing through a walkway which Eggsy supposed led to the kitchen.
When Harry returned, he noticed Eggsy admiring the flowers on the coffee table.
Eggsy accepted the proffered glass gratefully.
"These are a bit weird." He said, pointing to the flowers.
"They're called 'spider lilies'," Harry told him, "they're pretty rare, actually, I always liked them, though, they're a little different."
"And you like different?" Eggsy asked, eyebrow raised.
"I suppose I do, yes." Harry grinned back, sitting down and patting the space next to him. Eggsy joined him.
"Makes sense," the younger man mused, "you're different."
"How so?" Harry asked.
"Well, you're obviously upper class," Eggsy pointed out, rolling his eyes. "But you're so normal, you don't act posh."
Harry tilted his head to the side and Eggsy became acutely aware of just how closely they were sitting together.
"How does one act posh, then?" He mused.
"Well, for starters, 'one' doesn't date a lowly commoner like me."
"You're not a lowly anything." Harry said in a low yet completely serious voice.
Eggsy's smile fell as he stared at the older man sat across from him, suddenly feeling as if all of the oxygen had been sucked out of the room.
Before he was even aware of what he was doing, Eggsy leant across the space between them and kissed Harry.
Harry let out a surprised little sound at the sudden contact but didn't pull away.
Instead, Eggsy felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and pull him closer until he could feel Harry up against him.
Eggsy opened his mouth and felt Harry's tongue slip inside and moaned at the wet, warm sliding motion it made against his own.
Eggsy kissed Harry back fiercely, opening Harry's lips wider to give himself more access.
Harry pulled back ever so slightly and sucked lightly on Eggsy's bottom lip and Eggsy felt himself go dizzy.
He pressed a palm against Harry's chest and pushed him back slightly. Harry, understanding the movement, pulled back completely and stared at Eggsy, concern in his eyes.
"Eggsy, is everything okay? Was I moving too fast?"
Eggsy shook his head blindly before he came back to himself, he smiled, embarrassed, up at Harry as he straightened his glasses.
"No, no, that was just a bit intense, is all." He stared back at Harry. "No one's ever kissed me like that before." He admitted a little sheepishly.
Harry grinned.
"Call it a wealth of experience."
"The joys of dating an older man." Eggsy grinned back before he launched forward and kissed him again. Harry, who had been expecting it this time, immediately took charge of the kiss, opening Eggsy's mouth with his own and making the younger man moan into him.
Harry felt Eggsy run a hand through his hair and tug and Harry reciprocated by pushing gently on Eggsy's shoulder until the younger man fell back onto the sofa and Harry climbed on top of him without breaking the kiss for a single second.
After another moment, Harry pulled back again and Eggsy looked up at him, his perfectly combed hair was now dishevelled and fell into his eyes.
"God, you look sexy like that." Eggsy moaned, attempting to pull Harry back down into another kiss, missing the feeling of his mouth already, but Harry remained unmoving.
"Eggsy, wait."
"Oh." Said Eggsy, realising what Harry was going to say. "Yeah, sorry, I suppose it's a bit fast, I..."
"No," Harry cut him off, "all I was going to say is that there is a much more comfortable bed upstairs."
It took a moment for Eggsy to register what Harry had just said but he smiled as he reached up and ran a hand softly through Harry's dishevelled dark locks, enjoying the way he could touch him like this now.
"So you don't think it's going too fast?" Eggsy asked softly, tongue-in-cheek.
"Perhaps," Harry mused, stroking Eggsy's cheek softly, almost tenderly. "But when things feel right I don't see much point in postponing them."
Eggsy shook his head.
"You're not allowed to say things like that, you get a girl all a-fluster." He joked.
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"This is a surprisingly cocky side to Eggsy Unwin we've yet to see." He observed.
"There's more where that came from, baby." Eggsy winked at him.
Harry sat back on his haunches and raised an eyebrow.
"Is that a promise?" He asked, pulling Eggsy up with him.
Eggsy would have marvelled at the equally stunning bedroom had Harry not been the most beautiful thing in the room.
Eggsy looked over him, stretched out on the bed, suit jacket abandoned on the side and waist coat opened, it gave him a sexy, debauched look that Eggsy could get used to.
Harry sat up slightly as Eggsy toed off his shoes and unzipped his trousers.
"Come here." Said Harry softly and Eggsy smiled at him as he crawled up the space towards him and settled between Harry's legs, moaning slightly as Harry pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
"I'm so glad you asked me out." Harry said softly against Eggsy's cheek.
Eggsy responded by sitting back a little and taking Harry's glasses gently from his face and leaving them next to his own on the chest of drawers beside the bed.
Eggsy stared into Harry's eyes, just noticing the flecks of hazel in them for the first time, before he tangled a hand into Harry's hair and kissed him again; loud and wet and perfect.
He let out a startled little moan as he felt Harry's hands on his lower back but melted into the touch anyway, especially when Harry pulled his shirt out from the loosened waist band of his suit trousers and let his fingers brush against the exposed flesh there, Eggsy sighed in satisfaction.
"You can touch me, you know," he whispered into Harry's mouth, "you don't have to be a gentleman all the time."
Eggsy could feel Harry smiling against his lips.
"My dearest boy, one is a gentleman all of the time." And with that, he let his hands slip below Eggsy's waist band and cup his ass through his boxer shorts.
Eggsy broke off the kiss and began unbuttoning Harry's shirt, letting his hands explore the surprisingly muscled planes of his chest covered with just a smattering of chest hair.
"How many men have you been with?" Harry murmured.
"Only one." Eggsy admitted sheepishly.
Harry nodded.
"And what position did you prefer?"
Eggsy ducked his head away as his cheeks burned.
"Well, you know, I was the one...getting..."
Harry eased his face back up to his before he could finish his sentence.
"That's nothing to be ashamed of, Eggsy, I find it to be a tremendous relief, actually."
"Really?" Asked Eggsy, relieved. "You'd be ashamed if you'd been there, it was shit, all the guy did was like, jack-hammer..."
"Then allow me to show you what a giving sexual partner can do." Harry said, giving Eggsy a small smile, causing the younger man to shiver in anticipation.
"One thing I didn't find so bad." He said, before he clambered down Harry's body, settling between the older man's thighs and opening his trousers.
"Eggsy..." Harry began almost warningly as Eggsy pulled his trousers off and discarded them on the floor.
Eggsy stopped breathing for a moment as he came face to face with the outline of Harry's hard cock pressed against his underwear. He was met with the realisation that this was actually happening and not just some fantasy he was having in the shower.
Tentatively, he leant down and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of Harry's cock that was peeking out through the waistband of his boxers.
He heard Harry take a sharp intake of breath above him and smirked to himself as he darted his tongue out and traced a quick line along the fabric.
"Eggsy..." Came the heavy voice again and Eggsy glanced up to see Harry staring down at him with lust-blown eyes and winked at him before he pulled Harry's boxers over his legs and threw them aside.
Tentatively, he took Harry's cock into his hand, testing the weight and feel of it, it was bigger than Eggsy had been imagining which made him gulp slightly.
He allowed his hand to tighten around the base of Harry's cock before he lowered his mouth onto the tip and suckled slightly.
"Fuck!" Harry breathed brokenly and Eggsy grinned around him, that was the first time Eggsy had heard Harry swear and it made him oddly proud that he was the reason behind it.
He fisted Harry's cock a couple of times gently, aware that the only lubricant between them was sweat, and continued to suckle the head for a few moments. In actuality, Eggsy didn't have whole a lot of experience sucking anyone off, he'd only done it to one guy who'd seemed quite content to grab a handful of Eggsy's hair and push him repeatedly down onto his dick before he spurted into his mouth, but Harry's hands weren't anywhere near his head, they were grasping at the bedsheets around him.
Taking his mouth off of Harry, Eggsy decided to lick a long swipe on the underside of his cock and felt Harry's thighs quiver around him.
Eggsy began to worry as he licked his way back to the tip again, aware that Harry had probably had his cock sucked loads of times and way better than this. He tried to recall any times he'd been sucked off and what he'd liked but it was so long ago...
He jerked a little when he felt a hand on his cheek and looked up to see Harry staring down at him.
"Don't worry," Harry said, "you're doing fine, you feel amazing."
Eggsy shook his head, of course Harry seemed to be the type to be ridiculously observant, and he didn't even have his glasses on.
So Eggsy heeded his advice and decided to do what felt natural. He wrapped his mouth around the first few inches of Harry's cock and let it simply rest against his tongue for a moment, enjoying how thick and heavy it felt and also how much bigger it seemed than when he'd been looking at it, he also enjoyed the heady taste that he couldn't quite pinpoint.
Hoping it would look more hot than gross, Eggsy allowed some of his spit to dribble out of his mouth and drip down the rest of Harry's cock.
"Jesus, Eggsy, fuck, you look so fucking hot like that..." Harry said in a low voice and Eggsy tried in vain to fight off the little stab of pride he felt.
He wrapped his hand around the base of Harry's cock again and, using the spittle as a makeshift lubricant, began stroking what couldn't fit into his mouth whilst gently sucking on what could.
He felt Harry's thighs tense under him as he tightened his fist and sucked a little harder, he bobbed his head up and down slightly until only the tip was in his mouth again and he was practically jerking Harry's whole length, watching as his fist easily slid up and down. He moved his lips against Harry's head, his teeth accidentally scraping the side slightly.
"Fuck!" Harry practically exploded, "Oh, fuck, Eggsy, stop..."
Eggsy stilled his ministrations immediately, looking up at Harry and blushing at his error.
"Sorry, Harry, that was a mistake, I didn't mean..."
"No," Harry breathed heavily, "I thought I was going to come."
Eggsy grinned hugely as he began lazily stroking Harry again.
"No, stop." Came Harry's voice again.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"I'm going to come." Harry repeated, breathing heavily.
Eggsy arched an eyebrow in confusion.
"Yeah? Don't you want to?"
Harry shook his head.
"Not yet, not yet." He reached down and pulled on Eggsy's shoulder, taking the hint, Eggsy abandoned Harry's straining member and crawled up his body, he felt Harry's arms snake around his torso and pull him flush against his naked body, Eggsy let out a little gasp as his own cock, still trapped within the confines of his underwear, rubbed against the fabric.
"I want your mouth for myself." Harry murmured, pulling Eggsy down into a bruising kiss, Eggsy moaned as he sucked Harry's tongue and reached a hand down to snake into his own underwear but before he could, Harry's hand shot out and stilled him.
Eggsy pulled back and gave him a questioning look.
Harry quickly flipped them over so their positions were reversed and sat back on his ankles, tugging Eggsy's suit trousers and underwear off of his legs before wrapping Eggsy's now exposed legs around his waist.
Eggsy felt a bit weird, lying down on the bed and facing Harry but with his ass elevated in the air and pressing against Harry's slick, bare skin.
Eggsy continued to stare up at the man above him, breathing heavily.
Harry said nothing as he leant over Eggsy and began to rummage around in the top drawer of the unit Eggsy had placed their glasses on.
Eggsy whimpered slightly at the sudden friction on his over sensitised cock but the movement stilled when Harry settled back into place a moment later holding a battered box of condoms and a half used tube of lube.
"I'd worried I'd gotten rid of these." Said Harry lightly.
Despite the heated situation, Eggsy raised an eyebrow.
"You have someone here before me?" He asked. He'd meant for it to be joking but Harry's expression seemed to drop suddenly.
"Oh, God, I didn't mean..." Eggsy began quickly, wishing he could reach up and hold him but their current position didn't really afford him such a luxury.
Then, just as quickly as the moment came, Harry shook his head and smiled lightly.
"Not a conversation for now," he said, "I'm just glad you're here, you're the only person I want to be here right now."
Eggsy gave him a small, reassuring smile before Harry tossed the box of condoms aside and opened the tube of lubricant.
Eggsy shivered as Harry placed a hand on his ass and began rubbing it softly, Harry's hand was warm and soft, he supposed years of retirement must have mellowed the callousness Eggsy saw on his own fingers in the mornings.
"You're so beautiful," Harry observed to no one in particular as he allowed one of his fingers to trail in between Eggsy's cheeks. Eggsy bit back a loud breath as he felt Harry's finger circle his sensitive hole.
He clenched automatically and Harry caught his eye.
"Is everything okay?"
Eggsy nodded.
"Yeah, sorry, just a bit sensitive down there."
Harry pursed his lips as he ran the pad of his finger gently over the sensitive flesh, tickling the exposed skin there.
Eggsy arched slightly.
Eggsy couldn't keep in a small moan as Harry probed his hole with just the tip of his finger, the burn sending tingling sensations straight to his cock.
"Harry," Eggsy breathed out.
Harry took the open tube of lubricant and dribbled some of it onto his index finger, massaging it into the pad of his digit and Eggsy lost his breath as he realised that in a moment, Harry would be pushing it inside of him.
"You're going to kill me." He said softly, allowing his gaze to settle on the ceiling above him.
"Not just yet." Harry's disembodied voice replied and Eggsy practically arched off of the bed when he felt the honey-like substance of lubricant come into contact with his hole. The clash of temperatures made him dizzy and the situation was only made worse when Harry began to massage the cool liquid into his sensitised flesh but never once penetrating him.
Eggsy let out a frustrated noise and craned his neck to see Harry smirking slightly as he stared down at his ass. Eggsy bit down on his lip as he watched Harry press a finger inside of him and he called out suddenly, head falling back and hitting the pillow at the sudden penetration.
It wasn't painful, the lubricant made sure of that, but because of the aforementioned lube the entrance was quick and easy and Eggsy became full so quickly he didn't have time to adjust.
He thrashed on the bed for a moment, trying to accommodate the strange sensation. He felt Harry gently stroking his thigh in a calming motion.
"It's okay, Eggsy." He said soothingly, "it's okay, you'll get used to it in a minute."
Eggsy attempted to clench around the intrusion but it just made the feelings more intense.
"Just relax." Came Harry's soft voice again and Eggsy found himself obeying him.
Taking a few deep breaths, he began to relax the straining muscles in his chest and arms and then he let his thighs fall lax around Harry's waist and then, finally, he allowed the muscles in his ass to relax around the finger inside of him but as soon as he did that, another was slid in beside it and Eggsy arched back off of the bed.
Once he got his breathing back under control, he shook his head.
"You dick." He breathed out, and expected a laugh in return, but when he didn't, he angled his head upwards and saw Harry staring hungrily down at him.
"God, if this is how you get after just two fingers, imagine what my cock is going to do to you, when it's deep inside of you..."
"Fuck," Eggsy breathed out, "if you don't stop, I'm gonna come."
"Not yet." Harry murmured, crooking his fingers slightly inside of Eggsy, causing white lightening to shoot down Eggsy's spine and stars to burst in his eyes.
"Oh..o...oh," he moaned out, breathing heavily, "holy fuck, Harry, Harry..."
He felt Harry's fingers move within him again and he smashed his head back into the pillow, squeezing his eyes tight shut, feeling like he was going to cry.
"Harry, Jesus, I can't..."
And with that, Harry circled his fingers deep inside Eggsy and Eggsy cried out as he shot thick white spurts of come all over Harry's chest.
Harry looked down in mild shock at the sight before him and drew lazy, comforting circles on Eggsy's quivering thighs.
He looked perfect like this, eyes closed yet eyebrows high like he was in pain, Harry could have stared at him all evening.
"I've never seen anyone come without having their cock touched before." Harry commented, voice heavy.
Eggsy breathed heavily and covered his face with his hands in embarrassment, ass still clenching slightly around the fingers still embedded deep inside of him.
"Then I guess you don't know what you do to people." Eggsy answered shakily.
"Eggsy."
There was a pause.
"Eggsy, look at me."
Feeling slightly childish, Eggsy peeked out through one of his fingers and saw Harry staring at him with gentle eyes and his come slowly dripping down his chest.
"Why are you hiding your face?"
Eggsy let his hands drop and let out a small sigh.
"Because I'm embarrassed, how many people come from being fingered?"
"Eggsy, that was one of the most glorious things I have ever seen."
"Really?" Asked Eggsy carefully.
Harry smiled.
"I promise, hand on heart, I'm actually impressed."
Eggsy let out a strangled laugh and let his head hit the pillow again. He slowly retracted his legs from Harry's waist and felt the fingers inside him slip out gently in a not entirely uncomfortable way.
Eggsy crawled on his knees across to Harry and Harry let out a breathy laugh as he put his arms around the younger man and gathered him in his arms.
"You really don't mind?"
Harry shook his head.
Eggsy ran a hand through Harry's hair, admiring the hints of grey teasing at the sides and pressed his face to his until their noses bumped.
"That was fucking incredible," Eggsy finally voiced, closing his eyes and breathing in the heady scent of sweat and come. "You're fucking incredible, sorry I got you dirty."
"Don't be." Harry murmured, stroking his back through the white shirt Eggsy had never actually taken off and shifting a little closer to him, effectively removing all of the space between them.
Eggsy felt something against his stomach and looked down, before looking back up to Harry with a guilty expression.
"You didn't come." He admitted.
Harry shook his head, biting his bottom lip in a way that made Eggsy want to kiss him.
"No, no. I'll be fine."
Eggsy shook his head.
"Bloody gentlemen, you're all the same." He grinned coyly. "You know, I'm still up for it if you are."
Harry raised an eyebrow at the younger man and Eggsy laughed as he leaned in and claimed his lips with his own.
…
Harry rested with his back against the headboard as he watched Eggsy finally strip out of his white shirt and crawl up to him, sitting between his legs.
Harry pulled Eggsy into a kiss, allowing Eggsy to suckle on his tongue for a few blissful seconds until Eggsy pulled back and fumbled behind him, bringing back the discarded box of condoms.
Harry watched as he reached inside and pulled one out and then looked back to Harry, worrying his lower lip between his teeth.
"What is it?" Asked Harry softly.
"Just nervous." Eggsy admitted, giving him a small smile.
Harry stroked his back soothingly and Eggsy shivered at the warm contact. "Don't be."
Eggsy nodded minutely before he ripped the condom packet open with shaking fingers and pulled out the latex material.
Harry didn't take his hands from Eggsy's back as he watched the younger man place the condom at the tip of his still straining cock and roll it down to the base.
Harry bit his lip at the sensation.
Eggsy then proceeded to reach for the still open tube of lubricant and squeezed some onto his hand.
He gently grasped the base of Harry's cock with his dry hand and rubbed the lubricant into the head with the other.
Harry let out a small moan and Eggsy looked at him expectantly.
"Is this okay?" He asked.
Harry nodded quickly as he felt the familiar heat pooling in his stomach at the sensations he was feeling. Eggsy then moved his hand so he was coating Harry's entire length with the liquid.
Harry opened his mouth and closed his eyes.
"God, you're so fucking hot like this." Eggsy said, and Harry opened his eyes to see Eggsy's eyes, generally so wide and innocent, hooded with lust.
"I can tell." Said Harry, risking a small smile and gesturing to Eggsy's hardening member.
Eggsy smiled as he sped his hand up and Harry could only take the coiling heat for a few moments more before he had to reach out and still Eggsy's hand.
"Stop," he said, breathless, "or I'm going to come, and I don't think I can regain my stamina quite as quickly as you."
Eggsy rolled his eyes and kissed Harry softly.
"You're perfect." Eggsy said against Harry's cheek as he lifted himself and let his knees rest either side of Harry's thighs, he let out a small breath as he felt the head of Harry's cock poking at the side of his ass.
Harry watched as Eggsy manoeuvred Harry's cock between his cheeks and he felt it bump against Eggsy's entrance.
Eggsy gasped suddenly, now that he'd come, the already sensitive flesh of his hole was even more sensitive.
"Eggsy..."
Pushing everything out of his mind, Eggsy slowly lowered himself down onto Harry's hard member and let out a startled cry as the large head pushed against the tight ring of muscle and breached inside of him.
He couldn't open his eyes for a moment until he felt Harry's hands massaging his lower back, he opened them and saw Harry staring up at him but nothing could distract him from the feeling of being breached in the most intimate way possible.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked in a soft voice and Eggsy nodded quickly before he allowed himself to slide down a little further, taking in another inch or so.
"It's okay, it's okay," Harry soothed, rubbing small circles into his skin, talking him through the whole thing and keeping him calm.
Eggsy knew then that he had really found someone special in Harry, which was an odd feeling to have about a person when 4 inches of their cock was inside of you, but all the same he suddenly felt very appreciative so he leant forward and pressed a kiss to Harry's jaw line.
Harry reciprocated by pressing half a dozen butterfly kisses along Eggsy's neck, attacking the sensitive flesh there.
Eggsy trembled against the older man as he finally settled on his waist, the entire length of Harry's thick, hard cock buried inside of him.
Eggsy laughed slightly against Harry's neck.
"You're so beautiful." Harry whispered against his skin.
Eggsy pulled back slightly – shivering at the sensations the movement gave to his ass – and inched himself up slightly, letting a few inches of Harry's cock escape him for a moment until he plunged back down, eliciting a groan from Harry.
Eggsy repeated the same movement a few times, the burning sensation that came with the movement immediately turning pleasurably, until he sunk back down onto Harry's lap and, placing his arms around Harry's neck, circled his hips slightly.
Harry gasped, loudly, and before Eggsy could process what was happening, Harry curled his hands under Eggsy's ass, picked up his entire body weight and twisted them around until Eggsy's back was against the headboard and Harry was kneeling in front of him, his cock still embedded in his ass.
Eggsy let out a little sigh at the movement that quickly turned into a shocked moan as Harry surged forward and captured Eggsy's mouth in a kiss, pushing his tongue inside and sweeping it against Eggsy's.
Harry grasped Eggsy's thigh with his hand almost painfully as he pulled out of him until only the tip of his cock was probing his entrance before thrusting back in to the hilt.
Eggsy let out a strangled moan as he clutched his arms around Harry's neck, feeling his whole world turn on its head as Harry thrust into him again, hitting that spot and causing stars to burst inside Eggsy's eyes.
"God...Harry..." Eggsy slurred brokenly, "...faster, please."
Harry changed the pace, and the angle, of his thrusts and fucked Eggsy harder than he'd ever been fucked before. Eggsy could feel himself coming undone, he could feel the tight, almost painful heat pooling in his stomach and the base of his spine.
"Fuck, Harry, gonna come..." He murmured.
"Again?" Asked Harry breathlessly between thrusts.
All Eggsy could do was nod before he buried his face into Harry's neck and came. He could feel the spray of come shooting through his untouched cock and moaned brokenly as Harry continued to fuck into his over-sensitised ass.
"Oh, Harry, oh..."
Then Harry's movement stilled and he let out a quiet gasp, breathing heavily against the younger man.
The pair remained like that for a few long moments, clutching onto each other and breathing heavily until Harry, conscious of Eggsy pined to the wall, pulled his softening cock from the man gently, eliciting a pained moan from him. Harry threw the condom away as Eggsy extracted himself from the wall and fell onto the bed.
When Harry went back to him, he could see tear marks on Eggsy's face.
"Oh," said Harry quietly, "did I hurt you? You should have said..."
With what little strength Eggsy could muster, he smiled and shook his head.
"No, you didn't hurt me. You couldn't have come close to hurting me."
Eggsy got up on all fours and shifted to where Harry was half-collapsed onto the bed, pulling him down with him.
"Just a little overwhelmed, is all." Eggsy clarified, entwining his hand with Harry's as they lay there.
"You're so sensitive." Harry murmured. "You came again without even touching yourself."
Eggsy laughed.
"Yeah, I don't expect that'll happen every time, I was just a bit excited this evening." He turned to face Harry and Harry did the same until the pair were lying atop the covers on the bed and staring at each other.
"'Sides," continued Eggsy, "I wasn't expecting you to be so good." He gave Harry a coy smile. "You're the best fuck of my life."
Harry rolled his eyes and Eggsy narrowed his.
"You're so quiet," Eggsy admitted.
"Am I?"
"Yeah, I was worried I wasn't pleasing you or something..."
Harry shook his head immediately and pulled Eggsy closer to him.
"Don't think that for a second," he all but instructed. "This has been the best night of my life, bar none."
Eggsy couldn't hold back his grin.
"Yes, sir." He said in a mock-authoritative voice.
…
Eggsy was awoken very naturally the next morning.
Whether it was by the shallow sunlight streaming in through the half-parted curtains or the sweet scent of food in the air, he didn't know.
But as he stretched across the comfortable king-sized bed he realised he really didn't care.
Eggsy grinned hugely to himself as the events of the previous night flooded back to him, he resisted the urge to cover his face and giggle but he really, really wanted to.
"Good morning."
Eggsy turned to see Harry leaning against the door frame wearing nothing but a white dressing gown tied loosely at the waist and carrying a tray; the image of domesticity.
"Good morning." Eggsy replied sleepily, watching as Harry placed the tray on the chest of drawers before reaching down and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
Eggsy allowed himself to be kissed for a moment until he pulled back.
"Oh wait, don't kiss me. I probably have morning breath."
"Actually," began Harry lightly as he sunk down onto the bed next to Eggsy, "you happen to be perfect."
Eggsy raised his eyebrow, just imagining the awful state of bedhead he was probably in and decided to change the subject.
"Don't tell me you made me breakfast in bed." He scolded lightly, gesturing with his chin to the tray of food resting beside them.
"Actually, I did." Harry replied coolly, taking the tray and sliding it to Eggsy who was forced to sit up and lean against the headboard to accept the offering.
Eggsy looked down at the plate of full English breakfast and the mug of tea beside it and gave Harry a bashful smile.
"My favourite."
"Well, strapping young lads like you on intensive fitness programmes need to be well fed." Harry observed, collapsing onto the bed and staring up at Eggsy before frowning.
"You look surprised."
Eggsy felt the colour rise in his cheeks.
"Well, no one's ever treated me like this before."
"I did tell you I would show you how a gentleman treats a person." Harry observed.
Eggsy shrugged nonchalantly.
"I guess I could get used to it."
Harry smiled, hugely, before pressing a soft kiss to Eggsy's lips.
"I suppose I could get used to having you around as well." He replied.
Eggsy watched Harry dress as he ate happily, observing all the strange ritual's suit-wearers went through. When Harry plucked his glasses from their resting place and put them on, it was like nothing had happened between them.
They hadn't shared a night of unprofessional, passionate sex and Harry was merely the sexy optician Eggsy had had the good fortune to visit.
He smiled to himself as he thought about it.
"Don't you have training today?" Harry wondered aloud, effectively bringing Eggsy from his reverie and bursting his bubble all in one fell swoop.
"Yeah, shit, what time is it?"
Harry glanced down at his watch.
"8:45."
"Shit!" Eggsy flew from the bed and Harry watched, in quiet amusement, as he struggled to find the clothes he'd so carelessly discarded the previous night.
"I've really got to go, I'm fucking late, Phillips is going to fucking kill me." Eggsy babbled as he found his shoe under the bed and pulled it on.
He raced past Harry and then immediately turned back and pulled the older man down into a kiss.
"Thanks for breakfast." He said against his lips. "Can I see you later?"
Harry grinned.
"I'll be waiting." He replied.
Eggsy gave him one last kiss before he was out of the door.
Harry smiled to himself as he watched the door shut behind him and let himself fall back against the wall, allowing his mind to wander for a few moments to everything that had occurred since dinner last night.
He pursed his lips together as he tried to convince himself not to get ahead of himself, they'd only spent one night together, after all.
Although it had been a perfect night.
Harry spared one last glance at the messy bedroom and debris he would have to clean later until his eyes came to rest on the black, angular frames of Eggsy's glasses still resting where he'd left them.