Chapter Two

Eggsy had always believed that you had a certain luck quota in your life. That is, that you had to go through a certain amount of shit before something good happened. But then the reverse of that, was that whenever something good happened, something totally shit had to happen to balance everything out again.

"Unwin, you'll be kicked out if you can't control your god damn eye sight." Phillips thundered to him in the changing rooms, earning the snickers of some of his fellow trainees.

"Yeah, I know, Sir. I'm sorry, I had a badly planned morning." He said glumly.

Phillips shook his head.

"Well, see to it that you fine tune your schedule in future, Unwin." He said in a dangerously low voice before he left the changing rooms.

"Did you leave your specs at your girlfriend's, Eggy?" Charlie, a particularly nasty dick, asked snidely.

"It's Eggsy," Eggsy replied icily, "and nah, left 'em at your mums." He retorted, causing all the others to laugh at Charlie instead of him.

Satisfied at Charlie's face-drop, Eggsy gave him a smug smirk before turning on his heel, grabbing his bag and leaving the changing rooms.

In his rush to leave Harry's he'd forgotten his glasses, Harry had texted him about it but it hadn't been that big of a deal, he'd planned to swing by his place, grab his gear and grab his contact lenses at the same time. He and Harry had arranged to meet at Kingsman at the end of the day and he'd get his glasses back. Sorted.

Trouble was, he was already running so late and, while he'd gotten the knack of actually putting contact lenses in, he hadn't mastered putting them in fast and had angrily decided to abandon the whole thing, thinking he could go one days training without them.

He'd been shocked at how bad his eye sight actually was after a few days with corrective lenses and found he could barely see the targets let alone the bullseye.

What followed was a monumental dressing down from his commanding officer, a definitive drop in rank in his social status with the other lads and now he was nearly 45 fucking minutes late for meeting Harry and couldn't text him on account of he couldn't get fucking signal in his fucking barracks.

Eggsy let out a frustrated sigh as he slung his bag over his back and exited the building quickly, rubbing at his backside. His sore ass had been plaguing him all day.

…

Harry remembered reading somewhere that if your date was more than an hour late then you'd been stood up.

He looked down anxiously at his watch and realised that Eggsy was reaching the hour and five minutes mark, Harry was unsure as to how much longer to wait.

He didn't generally do dating, not since his last fiasco of a relationship and this was why, because he was being stood up at a bloody Optician's by a guy half his age.

Harry had always had the high rank confidence that came with being in the military for as long as he had been and commanding as many men as he had but when it came to himself he practically drowned in his insecurities, and every single one of them came flooding back when his watch ticked by another 5 minutes.

Of course he's stood you up, you idiot. Harry practically shouted at himself. What on Earth could he possibly want from you?

Harry sighed as he looked down at the pair of glasses he was holding loosely in his fingers; he could see his own reflection in them.

"I knew it was too good to be true." He murmured to himself before he left his office, walked through the waiting room and placed the glasses on Merlin's desk before leaving the building.

…

Eggsy raced into Kingsman, bounded through the waiting room and stuck his head into Harry's office and frowned when he couldn't see him there.

Merlin watched from the reception area in confusion.

"Can I help you?" He called after him.

Eggsy retracted his head and walked back to the reception area.

"Oh, Mr. Unwin." Merlin said, recognising him. "I didn't know we were expecting you, I was just about to close."

"I don't have an appointment," he said, bouncing up and down on his heels and looking around. "You haven't seen Harry, have you?" He asked.

"Yeah, he left about 20 minutes ago." Merlin informed him, "looked a bit upset actually. Oh, actually, he left these for you."

Merlin handed Eggsy his glasses and Eggsy realises, with a sinking feeling, exactly what has happened.

"Thanks for that." He murmured to Merlin before he left the building.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. He thought to himself, shoving the glasses inside his pocket in a way he knew would be tutted at. Harry thought Eggsy had gone and stood him up, fuck, this wasn't good.

Eggsy pulled out his phone to call Harry and explain everything but as he caught his reflection in the phone screen, in exactly the same way he caught his reflection in Harry's glasses, he realised that he wanted to see him.

…

When Harry opened the door, he was expecting Eggsy to be there. He didn't particularly know what for but he supposed that some kind of confrontation was going to happen at some point so he opened the door and let the man through.

Eggsy, for his part, looked terrified as he hovered next to the sofa, picking at his finger nails. Harry could hardly believe that just last night they'd been snogging the life out of each other on the sofa and now they were stood like they were strangers.

"Look..." Eggsy finally began but Harry put up a hand to silence him.

"I understand," he said, "you don't have to explain. Perhaps I'm not what you're looking for, or maybe it was the sex..."

Before Harry could finish his sentence, Eggsy had charged across the room and suddenly the pair were kissing, hard and fast.

The second Eggsy pulled away, Harry apprehended him with a cautious look and Eggsy wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and leant against his chest.

"'M sorry, Harry." Eggsy mumbled into his shirt. "I was late because of Phillips and the guys I work with and my phone didn't have any signal and everything went tits up and now I feel awful because I didn't want to hurt you but that's exactly what I've gone and done and I think you're fantastic and now you're blaming yourself and it's all my fault."

Harry let out a small breath before he pressed a soft kiss to Eggsy's forehead. Eggsy, encouraged by the affectionate gesture, looked up at Harry.

"I'm sorry," Harry said softly, "I'm sorry for being absurd. I always am, it's a major character flaw. I promise to have more faith in the future." He hesitated. "If there is a future."

"There is."

…

Eggsy sat down on the uncomfortable wooden bench in the changing room as he pulled out his phone and opened up Harry's name.

Thinking about you xx

He smiled as he clicked send.

Harry put his pen down as his phone vibrated in his pocket and pulled it out, smiling as he saw Eggsy's name flashing on the screen.

Eggsy concentrated on the centre of his lock screen as he felt his phone vibrate in his hand so he wouldn't see half of the message in his notifications bar.

Thinking about you, too. Wanna come over later xx

Eggsy grinned as he began to type a reply, berating himself for being excited that they were on a two-kiss basis by reminding himself that he'd sucked Harry's cock.

Hell yeah. Tough day. Wanna hold you xx

Harry's fingers actually shook as he read Eggsy's message and he laughed at himself when he realised he was acting like a teenager.

I'll be waiting xx

"Texting your girlfriend?" Charlie asked, craning his neck to try and see Eggsy's phone. "She part of the book club as well?"

Eggsy wished he could tell Charlie that, no, actually, he was texting his insanely perfect boyfriend but realised he couldn't.

Not that he was in any way ashamed of their relationship and he was pretty sure that Harry wouldn't mind people knowing, but because he had no idea if Harry was his boyfriend or not.

A few days passed and Eggsy sat in the waiting room at Kingsman Optician's, twiddling his thumbs.

Eggsy had told Merlin that he had an urgent eye matter he wanted to discuss with his optician and Merlin had informed him that Harry was free within the hour if he'd be willing to put on hold some of his paper work for such an 'emergency'. The way Merlin's eyes twinkled as he said it made Eggsy think that he knew but, to his credit, he didn't say anything.

Maybe because it was unprofessional to make such assumptions of ones clients, or maybe because he'd noticed the generally blaze Harry smiling for once in the last week or so and he thought he'd identified the cause.

Harry opened his doorway, too engrossed in a folder to look up immediately at his client.

"So, what's the emergency?" Harry stopped in his tracks when he saw Eggsy sat in one of the chairs, in between an elderly lady and a little six year old girl reading a magazine concerning ponies.

"Well, you see, Mr. Hart," Eggsy pipped up, "I've got this awful twinge in my eye, and it's ever since you gave me those glasses, and you told me to come back and see you whenever I needed anything sorting out, I believe you said that's how a gentleman does things."

Harry worked hard to conceal the irritated smirk that was trying to make itself known as he stared at Eggsy's cockily raised eyebrows.

"Of course, Mr. Unwin, why don't you come inside?"

No one even glanced in Eggsy's direction as he made his way into Harry's office, Harry shut the door behind him.

"How comes you've old ladies and kids?" He asked, frowning. "Thought you were a military optician's."

"We are, generally." Harry replied, realising the game they were playing. "But on weekdays we're also open to the general public."

Eggsy nodded as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

Harry sat down in his chair and pushed himself away from the desk slightly.

"Mr. Unwin, if you'd like to take a seat." He said.

Eggsy held his hands behind his back as he meandered around the desk and slipped a leg over Harry's waist, settling down in his lap and placing his arms around his neck, Harry wrapped his arms languidly around Eggsy's waist.

"Now," began Harry in a low voice. "Tell me more about this 'eye twinge'."

"Well, it's just kind of sore, really." Eggsy said, cocking his head to one side. "Like someone's pounded into it recently," he bit on the tip of his tongue, "or something."

Harry, to his credit, merely nodded with a serious look in his eye. "I see," he said, "and does it help at all if I do this?" He asked, placing a soft kiss to Eggsy's neck, "or this," he kissed him again, "or this?"

"Actually," began Eggsy, biting on his lip to stifle the moan that was threatening to escape as Harry continued to assault his exposed neck. "That actually does feel a little better."

To anyone listening in on their conversation, it would sound like a totally normal eye consultation. The thought set Eggsy's blood on fire.

"I just don't know what to do for a permanent solution," Eggsy finally voiced.

Harry grinned darkly as he tapped the desk lightly with his fingers.

"Well, Mr. Unwin, if you'd like to rest against here." He said, "I can take a closer look."

Grinning to himself, and ignoring the strange apparatus, Eggsy hopped up onto the side of the desk and let his legs dangle over the edge.

Harry stepped between his legs and Eggsy immediately reached down between them and quietly unzipped his suit trousers, pulling his already hard cock out from his boxer shorts.

"So, does it look bigger or smaller like this?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, definitely bigger." Eggsy observed, giving Harry a tight squeeze.

"Did you bring your contact lenses...and your solution with you?" Harry asked, still somehow maintaining a complete semblance of calm and professionalism.

"Yep," Eggsy nodded, reaching into the pocket of his hoodie and pulling a condom and a tube of fresh lubricant out.

Harry shook his head at the sight and finally, finally smiled. Eggsy pulled Harry into a kiss to stop the pair of them from bursting into a fit of giggles at what they were doing.

Eggsy quickly undid his jeans and allowed them to fall to the floor along with his underwear and pulled Harry closer.

"You're a fucking maniac." Harry whispered against his skin, "what if there were cameras in here?"

"Give the security the best show they've had in a while," Eggsy replied quietly, "and you definitely need to swear more often, it fucking suits you."

Harry kissed him hard as Eggsy fumbled with the lube and Harry rolled the condom down onto himself, Harry watched as Eggsy coated his fingers and then pressed a finger inside of himself, moaning softly.

Harry looked around worriedly, scared someone was going to come crashing in and demand to know what the noise was; it was oddly exhilarating.

"Fuck," Eggsy whimpered quietly as he worked himself open. Harry watched, hunger in his eyes, as Eggsy's thighs convulsed as he fingered his ridiculously sensitive hole. Harry snaked a strong arm around the younger man's waist to keep him grounded

"Wish I was doing that." Harry said in a low voice, causing Eggsy to smile.

"Later," he said, "properly, when there aren't little old ladies outside."

Harry very nearly growled as he took Eggsy's calf's in his hands and pulled them around his waist.

Eggsy let out a little yelp at the sudden movement before clapping a hand over his mouth, Harry stifled a smile.

"Are you ready?" He whispered.

Eggsy nodded.

Using his hand, Harry guided the head of his cock through the first ring of muscle of Eggsy's sensitive hole. Eggsy bit down on his sleeve to stop the noises from escaping.

Harry stilled inside him and ran his other hand through Eggsy's hair, taking in his wide eyes and his mouth wrapped around his shirt sleeve.

"You're so perfect." Harry whispered quietly, before he slid in another few inches and Eggsy screwed his eyes up, confirming it.

When Harry was fully sheathed inside Eggsy, the younger man wrapped his legs around Harry's waist so there was no space between them.

"Fuck, Harry, fuck me, been thinking about this all day."

"Is that why you're stalking me at work?" Harry asked, pulling out a few inches and plunging back in.

Eggsy's mouth opened wide in a silent moan.

"I was bored."

"Gee, thanks." Harry murmured, pushing in just a little bit harder that time.

"You know what I mean," Eggsy panted quietly, "I missed you."

Harry stilled for a moment.

"Yeah, I missed you, too."

The pair smiled at each other for a moment until Harry took Eggsy's thighs in his hands and began fucking him harder than he had been previously. He alternated between circling his hips and snapping his hips up, catching Eggsy off guard every time the head of his cock bumped against the sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside of him.

Eggsy had to forcibly hold his mouth shut as pleasure shot through his spine.

He reached blindly between their bodies in an attempt to find his cock but was batted away by Harry's hand.

Eggsy could do nothing but bury his face in the crook of Harry's neck as he wrapped his warm hand around Eggsy's hard cock and began yanking him forcefully.

Eggsy yelped unfortunately loudly when Harry changed position and hit his prostate again, harder than before, sliding slickly against it for several seconds before he pulled out slightly, Eggsy felt hot tears squeeze from his eyes as Harry's hard member slid against his inner walls and his hand tugged him so hard and fast that he couldn't escape either sensation. He could feel himself falling apart.

"Jesus, Harry, gonna come."

"So am I." Harry grunted quietly against him.

Eggsy could feel the build up growing inside of him, there was no stopping it.

He bit down, hard, on Harry's neck as he felt his come being wringed from him by Harry's persistent strokes and Harry let out a startled, and rather loud, moan at the twin sensations of coming and feeling a sudden shooting pain in his neck.

Harry allowed his head to fall onto Eggsy's shoulder as Eggsy's legs went lax against him.

"I can't believe we just did that." Harry panted quietly, pulling his head back slightly to face Eggsy.

"Neither can I," Eggsy admitted, "it was fucking hot, though."

Harry's hand found the quickly bruising bite mark at his neck, Eggsy shrunk away in embarrassment.

"And I can't believe you bit me."

"Sorry." Began Eggsy, blushing, "I didn't know how else not to shout."

Harry presented Eggsy with a breathless smile.

"It felt fucking amazing, you can bite me whenever you want."

Eggsy grinned.

"Is that a promise?"

Eggsy quickly did up his jeans as Harry inspected the blossoming bruise on his neck in the little contacts mirror on his desk. As he watched him, his mind was drawn back to a conversation he'd had with Charlie the other day.

"Harry?" Eggsy asked.

"Eggsy." Harry replied, not looking up at him.

Eggsy fidgeted for a moment.

"Are we a couple?"

Harry glanced up at him, stopped inspecting himself and nodded.

"Yes, of course we are." He looked suddenly concerned. "Why? Don't you want us to be?"

"Of course I want us to be," Eggsy said, smiling in relief. "I'm just glad you think the same way. I want this to be a totally normal relationship, where we do totally normal things."

Harry raised an amused eyebrow.

"Right. And you call having sex in an optician's office a 'normal thing'."

Eggsy grinned despite himself.

"No, of course not. But we can do normal things, can't we?"

Harry tilted his head to the side.

"And what constitutes 'normal things'?"

…

Harry tapped his fingers nervously against his leg as he looked around.

"Eggsy, this may be normal for you but this isn't exactly normal for me." He said in a low voice.

Eggsy rolled his eyes as he set a pint of Guinness down in front of his boyfriend, oh how he would get used to saying that, and sat down opposite him.

"I had to do posh restaurant for you so you can do dive pub for me."

"Yes, I suppose." Harry conceded, taking a sip of his drink and regarding his surroundings. The place rather reminded Harry of those pubs you found on cockney sitcoms. A bar in the shape of a horseshoe adorned with snacks and bottles and various pool tables in the centre with some cheap, horrible-sounding music playing from the blown out speakers. He sincerely never did things like this, not when you came from the social circles that Harry had come from.

Although he'd never claimed to be snooty and, as Eggsy had very recently clarified, they were in a relationship and Harry needed to get as involved in Eggsy's norm as Eggsy was doing for Harry. Even if it involved dive bars and ripped jeans.

As Harry watched the room, Eggsy watched Harry. An an attempt to fit in, the Kingsman Optician had foregone his usual suit and was instead wearing a pair of faded jeans and a white shirt under a smart pea coat.

This must have been the first time Eggsy had seen him out of his suit (except when he'd seen him out of everything, of course) and he couldn't help but thank whatever God was up there for blessing him with such an incredible human.

"You look ridiculously sexy like this." Eggsy stage-whispered, sliding closer to Harry on the bench they were sat on.

"I thought you liked a man in a suit." Harry said, raising an eyebrow.

"I like a man that can pull of whatever they're wearing." Eggsy merely replied before he pulled Harry down by his neck and kissed him.

Harry hummed contentedly against Eggsy's lips as he allowed Eggsy to open his mouth and kiss him deeper.

"Fuckin' hell, Egg, keep it in your pants you fuckin' poof."

Eggsy immediately broke the kiss and turned to see Poodle, a heavy-set man with a face set in a permanent scowl, he was one of his dick step-dad's lot, flanked by two other lads around Eggsy's age.

There were many reasons why Eggsy didn't like his Mum's boyfriend, mainly because he'd always treated him and his Mum like shit and now his Mum had a little one by him that Eggsy constantly worried about, but it was also because her boyfriend, Dean, had a bit of a reputation on the estate.

Eggsy had constantly been hounded by Dean's lackeys as a youth and had gotten into several fights as a result. He'd learned soon enough to leave before anything happened, the bruises, the cuts and the broken ribs just weren't worth it and he'd learnt to channel his anger into other things, that was what had inspired him to join the marines in the first place. That and he had always wanted to follow in his father's footsteps and perhaps do a little better this time.

But every now and again Dean and his lackey's would find something to pick on and Eggsy had practically thrown a reason onto their laps.

He felt his cheeks go hot as Harry, who Eggsy realised couldn't be intimidated all that easily, fixed the three interrupting men with a pointed stare.

"Listen, mate," Poodle began, "if you want rent boys, they're a lot cheaper down on Smith street."

All three of them began to laugh in earnest at what they presumed to be a fucking hilarious statement, Eggsy became aware of the stares they were receiving and ducked his head down in embarrassment.

Harry, on the other hand, merely raised an eyebrow.

"I'll keep that in mind." He said coolly, before turning back to face Eggsy.

Unfortunately, the manoeuvre just so happened to expose the side of Harry's neck to them fully, specifically the side Eggsy had bitten down on the day before and where a purple bruise was now blossoming nicely.

"Nice love bite." One of the youths mocked and Eggsy stood up immediately and invaded his personal space.

"Just fuck off, yeah."

"Eggsy, sit down." Came Harry's cool voice.

The youth leaned so close to Eggsy's face that Eggsy could practically smell him; and it wasn't a very pleasant smell, like a mixture of plastic and sweat, suddenly memories of his childhood beatings swarmed back to him and he felt himself overcome with a sense of childlike fear he hadn't experienced in years.

"Why don't you fuck off?" The youth said back in a low voice.

Eggsy blinked a few times, willing the horrible feeling in his stomach to dissipate.

Eggsy took a step back as Harry stood and placed himself between Eggsy and that awful smell, pulling himself to his full height so he had a good few inches on everyone present.

"I suggest you leave him alone." Harry said.

Eggsy pulled on his arm.

"Come on, Harry, let's just go." He said dejectedly. "I don't need it going around on the estate that I'm fighting."

For a moment, Eggsy thought Harry wasn't listening to him until he turned and put a hand gently on Eggsy's wrist; the touch was instantly relaxing.

"Okay." he said in a soft voice, "lets go."

Eggsy smiled minutely yet gratefully as the pair made their way out of the pub.

"Who were those men?" Harry asked when they made it out into the cool night air.

Eggsy took a deep breath and felt relief wash over him.

"My Mum's boyfriend, he's got a bit of a rep, there just his fucking goons, used to pick on me when I was little."

Harry stopped walking and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

Eggsy shrugged.

"Nothin' to say, they stopped when they realised I wasn't fighting back anymore."

The way Harry was staring at him told Eggsy that he knew the magnitude of the abuse Eggsy had suffered, no matter how much he'd tried to downplay it.

He felt oddly touched that Harry could read him that easily when they hadn't been going out for that long.

Harry put his arms around Eggsy and pulled him against him in a silent affirmation that everything was okay and Eggsy rested happily against him, allowing his arms to slip around Harry's waist.

They broke apart when they heard the pub door open behind them and Poodle and the two young men walked out into the darkness, stopping when they saw the two of them stood there, embracing.

The three of them burst into simultaneous laughter and Eggsy felt his cheeks go red as he allowed his arms to fall uselessly to his sides.

"Wait 'til I tell your Mum you're fucking an old geezer," the eldest one wheezed, "always knew you'd have to sell your ass for cash, Eggs, it's the only think you got going for ya."

Eggsy yelped in shock as Harry swiftly punched Poodle across the jaw and he fell to the ground like a sack of bricks.

Everyone stood around in shocked silence for a few moments, simply trying to process what had actually occurred when suddenly everything seemed to happen very quickly.

The guy who'd levelled up to Eggsy tackled Harry and Harry placed a hand on Eggsy's chest and roughly pushed him aside before he grabbed the offending man's wrist and twisted his arm painfully and pulled it behind his back, forcing him to the ground next to his leader who looked pretty unconscious.

The other one who hadn't said a word pulled a knife out from his waistband and before Eggsy could shout out a warning shot, Harry flicked a kick out that connected with the knife man's wrist and caused the blade to fly out of his grip, before he kicked again, foot connecting with his chest.

The knife man wheezed as he fell back against the wall as Poodle stood slowly. Harry released his prisoner from the armlock and sent him flying towards him, knocking their heads together painfully.

The three apprehended Harry with fearful expressions before they bolted off in the other direction and disappeared into the darkness.

Eggsy breathed heavily as he clutched at his chest and stared at Harry's back.

Harry turned to him, face shadowed and barely lit by the over-hanging street light. Eggsy ran at him, flinging his arms around Harry and pulling him down to him.

"Fucking hell, you scared me. I thought they were going to stab you." He breathed as he clutched at Harry.

Harry tentatively put his own arms around Eggsy as the boy shook slightly against him.

Harry leant against Eggsy's fridge and looked around the small flat as Eggsy locked the door behind him.

Eggsy tossed the keys on the side and took a spot leaning on the other side of the kitchen, he apprehended Harry with a concerned expression.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

Harry nodded.

"Of course I'm okay, not too sure about them, though."

Eggsy couldn't help it, a huge smile bled across his face and Harry frowned.

"What are you so happy about?"

"Do you know how much shit those lot having given me over the years? And you just dealt with them, it was fucking sick."

Harry smiled slightly at the enthusiasm in Eggsy's voice.

"I thought I scared you." He admitted.

Eggsy sobered slightly.

"Well, you did. Because I was worried something was gonna happen to you, not cause I was worried about those wankers, that was like the coolest thing I've ever seen you do."

Harry smiled crookedly as he reached across the space between them and took Eggsy's hand in his own, the kitchen was so small that he didn't even need to move from his position against the fridge as he pulled Eggsy into him.

He sighed slightly.

"What's wrong?" Asked Eggsy.

Harry opened and closed his mouth a few times, unsure of how to word his next sentence.

"I don't want to do this," he finally said slowly, "if it means you could get hurt."

He was expecting Eggsy to look shocked, cross even, but he merely gave him a sad smile and shook his head.

"I don't care what anyone else thinks of us," he said decidedly, holding Harry's gaze with his own.

"I love you, Harry."

Harry blinked a few times as he stared down at Eggsy's unwavering expression.

"You...love me?" He asked, voice light with shock.

Eggsy's face broke out into a soft smile and a tinkling laugh escaped through his lips.

"Of course I do," he told him, "you idiot."

…

Eggsy's life was so busy with intensive training lately that he really looked forward to the days when he got to do sweet fuck all.

Especially when sweet fuck all consisted of mellow Sunday mornings, waking up in your boyfriend's four poster bed and being able to turn over and watch him breathe softly as he slept.

Eggsy laughed to himself as he thought this, causing Harry to stir and open one eye blearily.

"Sorry," Eggsy said quietly, "go back to sleep."

But Harry shifted until he was propped up on his elbows, he regarded Eggsy with a strange look.

"Were you watching me sleep?" He asked.

Eggsy nodded a little sheepishly.

"Yeah, sorry, got distracted."

"Well, you can't be blamed, I am perfect." Harry said, rolling over to reach for his glasses as Eggsy laughed.

"What time is it?"

"About ten-ish." Eggsy replied.

Harry turned back to him, frowning.

"Don't you have training today?" He asked.

Eggsy shook his head.

"Nope, weekend off, I'm all yours."

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Don't you want to visit with your mother? See your sister?"

"I went to see them yesterday." Eggsy replied, moving into a sitting position.

"Come on, when do we just get a lazy day together."

"I'm just saying," Harry continued, "I don't mind if you want to spend your free time with your friends."

"Well, you know, if you want me to leave then I'll just go..." Eggsy said jokingly, attempting to get off of the bed before Harry's hand snaked out and pulled him down quite smoothly into a kiss.

"Or, you know," Eggsy whispered, grinning, "I could stay."

"What on Earth are you wearing?" Harry asked as Eggsy crawled onto the couch next to him and stole the remote from his grip.

"A onesie." He said, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"You look like you're wearing a baby grow." Harry commented.

Eggsy raised an eyebrow at him.

"Really? You haven't experienced onesie's yet."

"Shockingly, I think it's one facet of youth that has passed me by."

"You look devastated."

"I really am."

Eggsy snorted as he thumbed down on the remote and turned the TV on, flicking through the channels as Harry began stroking his leg absent-mindedly.

"How's training going?" He asked.

Eggsy shrugged.

"Fine. Painful." He shifted slightly. "Actually, now that you mention it, I have had a twinge in my shoulder these last few weeks, I think I pulled it on my first day."

"Come here." Said Harry.

Eggsy turned to him and abandoned the remote, leaving it on some dated carry on film from the 80s and allowed himself to be manhandled into Harry's lap.

He let out a small noise as he felt Harry's hands slide up his his shoulders and begin gently rubbing at his sore muscles.

Eggsy let his head fall back against Harry's shoulder and a small sigh to escape his lips as the older man continued massaging out the kink that had been bugging Eggsy for weeks.

"You're too good at that." Eggsy slurred, feeling nothing but Harry's touch as his fingers moved up to his neck and began rubbing against the sensitive flesh there; Eggsy let out a quiet moan at the contact.

"Eggsy, you're hard."

Eggsy opened his eyes and immediately looked down at himself, sat in between Harry's legs, and his eyes rested on the tent at his crotch.

"It's not my fault, is it?" He said hotly, finding it hard to be defensive when Harry was still stroking his neck the way he was.

"I never said it was a bad thing." Harry murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Eggsy's neck.

Eggsy rode Harry like that for the best part of 45 minutes. It was slow, languid and perfect.

Harry snapped his hips up as Eggsy languidly circled his hips on his cock, moaning blearily at the spikes of pleasure shooting up his spine.

Harry sighed loudly as Eggsy slid over his cock again and again, feeling the tightness engulf him. It was so slow it was almost painful, he wanted to hold Eggsy down and fuck him like there was no tomorrow but then at the same time he wanted Eggsy to ride him at this speed, to take whatever he wanted from him, to keep him in this state of blissful agony forever.

When they eventually climaxed it felt like it went on forever. Eggsy felt like he was going to come a second time merely from the sensations of his own leaking cock and Harry's jerking inside of him.

Eggsy allowed himself to sink, boneless, against Harry's chest, allowing Harry to put his arms around him and pull him down until they were both lying on the couch, wrapped up in each other.

Eggsy twisted until he was facing Harry and smiled as he saw Harry's face, flush and beautiful, he reached his arm out in what little space remained between them and pushed Harry's usually meticulously combed fringe out of his eyes.

"I'm so glad I met you," he said softly, "you're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"Don't say that," Harry replied quietly, "it's you whose the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Harry took Eggsy's hand in his and pressed a small kiss to his knuckles.

"I love you."

Eggsy smiled softly at the declaration, feeling the pieces of his world align perfectly in their little impenetrable bubble of time and space.

"Be careful," was all he said, "we've both said the 'L' word now, things are getting serious."

Harry pressed his forehead to Eggsy's and Eggsy shut his eyes; contented.

…

Eggsy frowned to himself as he looked at the date.

He couldn't believe almost three months had passed since he'd began his training, he let out a shaky laugh as he realised he'd be finished soon.

He also could barely believe it had nearly been three months since he and Harry had started seeing each other.

Eggsy smiled to himself as he let his head flop back against the pillow of his bed.

He thought about suggesting to Harry that they go and do something, to celebrate the three month anniversary until he wondered what they were actually going to do.

He and Harry never seemed to go out, ever since the incident at the pub with Dean's lackeys and the fact that they were far too wrapped up in each other meant that they hadn't actually done anything outside of their homes.

But what would they do? The more Eggsy thought about it, the more obvious the problem became. They were from two completely different social circles, Harry had all his posh mates and his posh family and Eggsy had his normal family and his mates from training and Roxy, a girl he'd known from college who'd recently moved into the area, resulting in them spending a fair bit of time together.

Eggsy couldn't very well ask Harry to mingle with his mates, and he supposed Harry was too embarrassed of him to take him to one of his posh functions.

Eggsy sat bolt upright in his bed.

Where the hell had that come from? Harry wasn't embarrassed of him, of course he wasn't, under the layers of wealth and formal attire, Harry was a pretty normal guy just with a slightly bigger vocabulary than most people.

Eggsy shook the thought off as he got out of bed and turned off his alarm, not allowing himself to create problems that weren't even there.

…

"It's our 3 month anniversary in a week." Harry admitted glumly to Merlin over lunch, picking lazily at his sandwich.

Merlin looked up from his chicken salad at the lack of emotion in his friends' voice. Generally, when he spoke of his boyfriend, which was all the time, he was so happy about it.

"You sound really pleased about that." Merlin commented dryly but Harry didn't reply.

"Is everything okay between you two?" He asked. "Nothing's happened?"

Harry shook his head immediately.

"No, everything is fine, everything is fantastic, in fact. But," he sighed, "just this morning I was thinking about asking advice on where to take your boyfriend for a three month anniversary and then it occurred to me – who do I ask? Eggsy and I don't really have any friends together, I haven't really mentioned it to anyone except you and I'm pretty sure he hasn't told any of his friends, he told me once that he didn't want it 'going around'."

Merlin frowned.

"You think he's ashamed of what you two have going on?"

Harry paused for a moment until he shrugged.

"I don't know, I like to think no, because he's such a great person. But you can, understand, can't you? I can. If you have Eggsy's lifestyle, half of his friends are judgemental lower classes and half of them are army kids, you just don't go shouting about how you're dating a guy twice your age. It looks dodgy."

"Harry," Merlin interrupted him. "There's nothing dodgy about it, trust me, you know what dodgy relationships look like, look what happened between you and..."

Harry's head snapped up to him and Merlin paused.

"Anyway, what I mean is, and I'm no relationship expect, just talk to him about it before you let yourself get run away with the idea that he's trying to hide your relationship. You know how these things eat at people."

…

It was eating at him, that thought he'd had in bed that morning and he couldn't stop it.

The more Eggsy's mind dwelled on it, the more obvious it became. Harry spoke of his parents and his work colleagues often enough but he'd never introduced Eggsy, and he always moaned about how his family were making him attend some boring charity function but he'd never asked Eggsy to go with him.

In fact, the more Eggsy thought on it, the more annoyed he became with Harry. Fucking posh twat, he knew it was too good to be true.

So when he left training that evening and his phone began to buzz in his hand, he didn't answer it and huffed all the way home.

It was around the 4th missed call that Harry began to get worried. Eggsy wasn't generally one to leave his phone at home or let it run out of charge, and he certainly wasn't one to ignore Harry's calls.

Harry worried his bottom lip between his teeth as he leant against his desk, the same desk they'd had sex on a few months ago.

Was this the beginning of the end? He thought to himself but then shook his head. He'd overreacted at Eggsy before thinking he was going to get dumped and that was all a simple misunderstanding.

He resolved to simply leave it, Eggsy would call him back when he realised he'd missed four calls and then everything would be fine again.

Eggsy looked down at the four missed calls flashing across his phone screen and began to feel a little guilty. He'd had a shower and something to eat and now he was feeling less angry with Harry and the imagined slights he'd conjured up in his annoyance.

He also remembered that Harry had pretty low self-esteem when it came to relationships and even though he'd gotten better Eggsy just knew he'd find some way to blame himself for Eggsy not picking up on him.

Eggsy quickly pressed Harry's name in his contact list and held the phone to his ear, after a few rings, Harry answered.

"Hey." Said Eggsy.

"Hey," Harry's disembodied voice floated out of the speaker. "Sorry about all the missed calls. Didn't realise you didn't have your phone on you."

"I...did have my phone on me."

There was silence at the other end.

"Listen, do wanna come over?" Eggsy asked quietly, biting down on his thumb nail to calm himself. "I wanna talk to you."

"Okay." Harry answered after a beat of silence. "Give me twenty minutes."

"Okay, bye." Eggsy said quickly before hanging up and breathing heavily. He had to remind himself that this was the basis for a good relationship, being totally honest with one another, about telling each other your problems and worries so you're always open and there are no secrets.

Communication was the key to a lasting relationship, that's what Eggsy had always been told, and God did he want a lasting relationship with Harry, more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life.

It was only in the last few moments that he'd actually realised that.

He sat down on the couch as he waited for half an hour for Harry to arrive, when he finally did, Eggsy invited him inside and Harry stood in the living room, leaning against the far wall.

"I was pissed at you earlier," Eggsy admitted, "that's why I didn't answer any of your calls."

Harry merely nodded but didn't say anything.

"Look, I..."

"Eggsy," Harry interrupted him, standing a little straighter. "If something is wrong, tell me now, I want you to be able to be completely open with me. I understand, okay, I understand why you don't want anyone else to know about you and me and I respect that, I do, and if anything has changed..."

"Wait, wait, wait." Eggsy said quickly, holding his hands up to silence Harry. "What are you talking about? Me ashamed of us? Where'd you get an idea like that from, it's you that doesn't want anyone to know about us."

Harry regarded him with a confused expression.

"Why wouldn't I want anyone to know about us?" He asked.

"Because I'm not like you," Eggsy answered, feeling a little relieved at finally being able to get it off of his chest. "I'm not posh and I don't know how to behave properly and I'm just a kid and I get why you wouldn't want all your rich mates knowing about it," he hung his head a little sullenly. "I do get it." He said dejectedly.

Harry took an unconscious step towards him.

"Where on Earth did you get an idea like that from?" He asked incredulously.

Eggsy looked up at him and felt the same irritation from earlier rise in his stomach.

"Because you never let any of your friends see me, because I've never met your parents, because you go to all these posh functions without a date."

"Eggsy, when I moan about how boring those things are, I'm being perfectly serious. I didn't want to drag you into that because I knew you'd do it for me, I didn't want you to see just how old and stuffy and boring my social life is."

"Oh." Said Eggsy.

"And," Harry continued, suddenly riled up. "In my defence, you've never introduced me to your Mother, or your friends, the only part of your life I've seen was that pub with those idiots in it."

Eggsy's eyes wavered for a moment as he realised that Harry was right.

"Jesus," he said to himself, running his hand through his hair. "Yeah, that's right. But, it's because I didn't want to put you through that again, what happened before, people laughing at you, I couldn't stand it."

The pair lapsed into silence for a few minutes, simply staring at each other.

"I thought you were ashamed of me." Harry admitted quietly.

Eggsy shook his head incredulously.

"Ashamed?" He asked rhetorically, gesturing to Harry. "How could I be ashamed of you? I mean, look at you."

Harry's eyes hit the floor.

"I thought you were ashamed of me."

Harry looked up to see Eggsy staring sadly at him and quickly closed the space between them.

"Eggsy, I'm not ashamed of you, I never have been."

"Really?" Eggsy asked timidly, and it very nearly broke Harry's heart. "You're not ashamed, you know, because I'm young, or because I'm common?"

Harry shook his head immediately.

"No, I promise you." He shook his head. "I was so terrified you'd asked me here to end things with me because you realised how much better you could do."

Eggsy smiled slightly as he wound his hands around Harry's neck, as Harry snaked his own arms around Eggsy's waist he immediately realised how much he'd missed the closeness between them in the few minutes they'd been stood apart across the room.

"Okay, let's agree that neither is ashamed of the other." Eggsy said, playing with the hair at the nape of Harry's neck.

"Agreed." Harry said. "And let's agree to put that into motion, start having friends together, like every other couple does. Let's start doing things."

Eggsy smiled bashfully at such a proposition, wondering if he was ready to enter the real world.

"What did you have in mind?" He asked.

Harry suddenly looked a little sheepish.

"Well, if you want to dive in at the deep end, it's my parents ruby wedding anniversary this weekend, my Mother told me bring a date if I so wished."

Eggsy fought off a smile as his stomach did uncomfortable flips at the thought.

"Okay," he breathed, pressing a quick kiss to Harry's lips to quell his nerves. "Let's go to bed."