Arthur keeps him busy until Friday, he's got a couple missions, and a bunch of consulting type work to see if Kingsman can borrow or improve on Statesman's set up. Tequila figures they should be ditching the clothes in favor of booze, but he keeps his mouth shut. He'd hate havin prissy brits come round changing things if the shoe were on the other foot, so he sticks to what he's been asked. His downtime is spent at the obstacle course and the gym. Eggsy occasionally drops by to critique, and Tequila just asks if he could do better. They both know medical would skin them alive; Eggsy for sure, and Tequila for encouraging him. It's a good week, but he spends most of it looking forward to Friday. Friday, of course, moves slower than molasses in January. Roxy texts him her address around lunch and instructs him to bring pjs. He has a moment of panic, he ain't had pjs since he was fifteen, but he technically works for a tailor right now and it's a simple thing to get some lounge pants made up.
Eggsy's at Roxy's flat already, he's been looking forward to movie night since Rox told him she invited Tequila. Eggsy had joked about watching a western, and they'd had a good chat about both Tequila and Friday. Both he and Rox were hoping Tequila would be up for some fun, and she'd been evaluating the cuteness/sexiness ratio of her various sleepwear just in case. Eggsy had no such difficulty. He'd picked green pj bottoms and stolen one of Roxy's plain sweaters; form fitting, and warm enough he could reasonably need to take it off later. Roxy was currently in her closet, and would likely be there for a while yet so Eggsy had tidied up and flopped very gently on the sofa. His ribs twinged every now and then, but everything else was healing up nice. There's nothing else to do, so Eggsy's daydreams; he couldn't use the gym himself, but sweaty and breathing hard was a damn fine look for the American agent.
Roxy finally decides on soft grey shorts with a flimsy dark blue top, just as the door bell ring. Eggsys closest, letting Tequila inside. He looks dapper in his suit. He'd quickly been fitted after arriving, this was Kingsman after all, and he'd likes it even if they haven't totally converted him yet. He still shows up to HQ in plaid and denim on occasion. She's been negotiating with R&D, a couple excellent pictures of him photoshopped onto romance novels had popped up and she wants one. Roxy gives him a quick tour while Eggsy orders Thai. She has her bedroom door open, he might need to know the layout later, if all goes well. She's slightly pink again from his accent and she doesn't think she imagines that he notices it more than usual. He's pretty subtle, but she's sure he's been eyeing her arse during the tour too, and she's definitely caught at least one appreciative look in Eggsy's direction. Tequila changes into red plaid pj bottoms and his undershirt, and both she and Eggsy return the ogling, his chest and arms are very impressive. Roxy spends her time with incredibly strong and fit men, but not many are as obviously muscular as Tequila. If Tequila counts as rough, then between him and Eggsy, she's definitely a posh girl.
Tequila outright grins, and he's pretty sure they're so focused on his body that neither notices. Subtle was a different game when you was all agents, but they weren't even trying. He can't help but flex just a little. Roxy's slightly pink again, flushes more when his accent thickens and he thinks of Eggsy borrowing his voice, he would too. The open bedroom is promisin, a girl didn't let you see her bedroom unless she wanted you in it. "Are you two done lookin or are ya wantin a show?" They both go pretty pink. The food saves them from answering, but a rakish smile and a wink from Eggsy is answer enough. Tequila's stomach tightens, they pretty clearly want him. He wonders if Eggsy would let him have a picture of that smile. The food's good but he hardly tastes it. They're animated and chatty over supper, with teasing all around, and he likes being included in their familiarity. Even bein casual, Roxy eats like the queen was watching. Eggsy eats like a soldier, half expecting to be called away at any moment. He wonders if that's how they fuck; proper and efficient?
They pick a film and move to the sofa. Tequila teases Roxy about her western collection, saying something about fitting right in, and Eggsy just about dies at the look on her face. She smacks him with a sofa cushion and mumbles something to Tequila that he can't hear. She's between them, and distracted, and because he likes bein a little shit he finds the ticklish spot she pretends she don't have. Tequila has to catch her, shrieking and giggling, so she doesn't fall right off the other side of him. She's definitely out for blood now, but Tequila traps her with giant arms and reminds her of his ribs. Roxy decided she's willing to be placated, snuggles into Tequila's lap, and revoke's Eggsy's cuddle privileges. His puppy dog eyes don't work on her, but Tequila shifts a little and Eggsy grins. He claims Roxy's vacated spot and leans into them. The film is still going, and they finally settle enough to watch it. Soon Eggsy's squirming because Tequila's a bloody furnace, Roxy's not wearing much so she's snuggled right in, but his sweater is too hot. He was sorta hoping it would be, and stripping it off feels amazing. He lays back with a sigh and tucks himself under Tequilas arm. It's a pleasant weight across his torso, and Eggsy's sure he could fall asleep if not for the rough broad thumb sweeping slowly back and forth across his hip. He hums a little and rests his head back beside Roxy's. It's distracting and he never wants it to stop.
They've both snuggled into him, the shapes of all their bodies fitting together easy as anythin. Tequilas enjoying drifting his fingers across Eggsy's hip, hard muscles under smooth skin, tracing down the front of his hip bone and getting a disappointed huff when he reverses his path. He teases at the curve where his hip turns into flat stomach, and slides his finger tips just under Eggsy's waistband. Tequila's dick is coming to attention as Roxy shifts in his lap. Her back is cradled into his other arm, legs folded up to her chest, with her head tucked nicely under his chin. He's got his fingers curled loosely around her soft thigh. He flexes his hand and sweeps along her leg as if chasing away the chill, up across her knee and down over her hip. She hums as well and her fingers sneak into Eggsy's hair. He sweeps lower on the return pass, pausing on the curve of her ass and kneading lightly. Her head moves and teeth scrape lightly over his collarbone. He shivers, brushes a kiss across her temple and she fits her mouth to his. She's gentle to start, and very good with her mouth. She figures out quickly that he likes a little bit of teeth.
Roxy nibbles at Tequila's mouth, his breaths are coming deeper and quicker, and tension is building in her stomach. Tequila enjoying a bit of teeth is an unexpected pleasure, biting is something that Eggsy doesn't enjoy receiving as much as she likes giving. She tugs the fingers in Eggsy's hair and dips down for a kiss. Tequila's other hand moves and Eggsy's gasping into her mouth. Eggsy's noisy when he can be; she loves his sounds, and the hardness jumping under her hip says Tequila does too. She shifts, partly to make Tequila moan because she hasn't heard him yet, and scoots over to his free side. Eggsy moves as well because he secretly loves kisses. She sets her teeth at Tequila's jaw and talented fingers in his lap. The arm still around her waist tenses, his head falls back with Eggsy still kissing him and his legs fall further open. Eggsy's hand sneaks down to join hers and she soon leaves him to it. She nips and bites along Tequila's neck, finding a balance between pressure and sharpness that they both enjoy, seeking out muscles and worrying them between her teeth. The hand on her waist slides down and over her hip, caressing over the front of her body before trailing down to cup her through her shorts. If he's waiting for an invitation she doesn't let him wait long, she sheds her bottoms and he goes to work with light teasing fingers.
Eggsy trails kisses down his side of Tequila's neck as Rox attacks his mouth again. He grins into the curve between neck and shoulder, he'll be really fuckin lopsided tomorrow with colorful bruises up only one side of his neck. Eggsy works his way down and his mouth joins his hand. Tequila moans a colorful string of heavily accented swears into Roxy's mouth, her breath hitches and she whines. Tequilas hand moves a little faster. Eggsy lifts his head briefly to toss out some filthy dirty talk in the American drawl Tequila taught him. Roxy whines again, Tequila startles at her wetness and takes over talking. Eggsy's just gettin a little floaty when Rox pushes his head back. She brings a pillow for his knees and kisses him tenderly, Tequila finally loses his bottoms, and Rox climbs into his lap again facing Eggsy. Oral is a little more difficult when she's moving, but he's in a really nice headspace and carries on. She's got a hand in his hair, and she finishes twice before pushing him back. He's a little stiff and pretty floaty still so Tequila ends up carrying him to Roxy's bed. Roxy runs soft fingers through his hair and kisses him as Tequila blows him. Things feel more intense but father away, and finishing is more of a release than a pleasure. Roxy keeps petting his hair and he nibbles snacks from Tequila's fingers. He's sleepy, satisfied, and clear-headed when they pull Tequila into the middle and snuggle into him like a pair of bookends.
Tequila wakes up to an empty bed and a cacophony of pots and pans. Just his luck that they'd be morning people. If they're makin breakfast that's commendable, but sweet Jesus somebody put him outta his misery in the meantime. He tugs a pillow over his head and it's a little better, but the pillow smells like them and he's promptly pulled into memories of last night. His cock stirs a little. He'd definitely underestimated how powerfully she reacted to his accent, and the mouths on those two; an exquisite blend of hard and soft. He has done this kinda thing before though, and he's most surprised how well they all suited each other. No major issues, no one got left out or hurt -that he knows anyways, no nasty surprises, no awkwardness after. Close second for surprising would definitely be Eggsy jumping into subspace that fast and deep, Roxy treated it as par for the course but he had not been expectin that. He'd be happy to see a little more of Eggsy on his knees in the future though, Roxy too if she were so inclined. Couldn't deny that those two had made for a great, low key night. They worked together like they was one person; watching them in the field together would be something else. The noise in the kitchen dimmed, he heard a footstep, and cold air rushed in as the blankets left in a hurry. He pulled the pillow off his face and popped up on one elbow, a pile of blankets with two faces peeked over the bed. "if you run, and I catch you, I get to fuck you." Eggsy's face glanced down, and then to where his torso should be. "fuckin ribs. Run fast for me Rox!"
