Eggsy wakes to the sort of lazed out winter morning he's only ever dreamed of, drifting briefly into consciousness to register Harry bathed in pink morning light before he's out again. The second time around he's woken by JB whining by the bed. Eggsy doesn't know where the sound comes from at first, leaning back to look at Harry snoring quietly in his arms before he spots the pug.
"Honestly, you're ridiculous, JB," he mutters and untangles a hand from Harry's bed head to pat the bed. JB whines only louder at that - still uncertain whether he dares to make the leap or not - and Eggsy makes excited faces at him in encouragement. "Come on, JB, come on. Who's a good boy? Come on now," he coaxes and the pug finally makes the leap.
Beside him, Harry mumbles: "Why are you making such a racket?"
"'Cause my dog's an idiot," Eggsy says when JB proceeds to slot himself in the dip of the blanket between them.
Harry lifts his head long enough to glance at the pug before he buries it right back in the crook of Eggsy's neck. Eggsy isn't sure how they've ended up like this during the night: legs tangled together and him holding Harry for a change. Harry nuzzles closer, though Eggsy knows he's only pretending to fall asleep. It serves him just as well. He might as well shower first, because the sheets are a horrid mess and he's starting to be overheated with Harry covering half his body in a sluggish embrace.
"Mmh, where are you going?" Harry asks when Eggsy tries to move, his arms tightening only further around Eggsy. He turns and yanks Eggsy towards him.
"Cut it out, Harry," Eggsy says, though he doesn't manage to sound one bit annoyed even as he's shoving at Harry.
"You don't really want to leave me."
Eggsy gets a hold of Harry's hands and presses him into the mattress by the wrists. "Yeah, I absolutely do, you lazy arse."
"Come on," Harry says, snaking a leg around Eggsy's, "give me one good reason I ought to let such a beautiful creature go."
"For one, all this jostling is abusin' my bladder-" He doesn't get any further than that when his stomach decides to announce it's gone unfed for too long and Harry makes a face at him. "Then there's that."
"Ugh, you young things with your efficient metabolisms," he sighs and Eggsy slips from his grasp. JB promptly decides to climb onto Harry's stomach while he's lying flat, which Harry doesn't seem to mind in the slightest, both of them up for a cuddle apparently. Eggsy shakes his head fondly at the two of them, climbing out of bed stark naked to give Harry some incentive to stay awake.
It does more than that. Eggsy hears the sound of JB scuttling across the floor not long after he turns on the shower, a definite sign that the bed is empty, because JB doesn't ever pass up a warm body. Sure enough, Harry appears in the bathroom moments later.
"I just realised I promised to pop into work this afternoon," he says and yawns. "And my suit's in absolute ruins."
Eggsy laughs and says, "Maybe we'll focus on gettin' ya properly awake." He hands Harry an unused toothbrush from the stash under his sink and at his questioning look, says: "I've made enough ten pm runs to Tesco 'cause Dais' or Rox' or Mum didn't have a toothbrush to have learned my lesson."
"Better safe than sorry," Harry mumbles out of a foaming mouth, toothpaste slipping down his chin.
Eggsy considers saying something, but decides against it. If Harry wants to be ridiculous, that's his own choice. Eggsy, meanwhile, gets in the shower.
"Are you still alive?" he asks when Harry's been standing still for what seems like minutes.
Harry mumbles something unintelligible and spits out toothpaste to ask, "If I get in there, will you wash my hair?"
"Yes," Eggsy says without hesitation even though it's perhaps one of the silliest things anyone's ever asked him to do.
He's fond of Harry in a wholly new way, because he's so much more than a distant man in a thousand pound suit, even if it's taken a while to learn that. For starters, he's a horrible morning person. Harry's almost kind enough to kill bringing Eggsy flowers like he's someone to romance and if Eggsy is honest knows now he loves Harry, although that isn't what he tels Harry now.
Instead, he quietly trades places with him to let Harry stand under the shower before he says says: "You still have toothpaste on your face."
"Ugh, bloody mornings," Harry mutters and wipes at his chin. "I could die on the spot."
"Yeah, that's no reason to touch me with your toothpasty hands," Eggsy argues and bats at him.
"Can I touch you with my toothpasty mouth instead?"
"Watch it, or the only thing you'll be touching is yourself."
"How very sad," Harry complains and Eggsy rolls his eyes.
He shoves Harry under the water to shut him up and looks for a bottle of shampoo. Between leftover bottles from when Roxy lived on his couch for two weeks between flats and the hideously scented fake strawberry washes Daisy insists on, he loses his own half empty bottle more often than he'd like to admit. Not to mention Roxy's shampoo is genuinely nicer.
He decides on that for Harry and pulls him out from under the water to squirt shampoo straight onto his dripping, matted hair and rubs it into a frothy, watery mess that flows down all over the both of them. It's a painfully intimate act, washing it all back out of Harry's hair, the strands swirling around Eggsy's hands under the water. Harry lets his own wander to come to rest at his hips. For a moment they stand like that, completely still, save for the water running along Harry's arms to flow down Eggsy's legs and gurgle as it gets swallowed up in the ground.
I love you, he thinks with ardent desperation. Then his stomach makes itself known again and Harry smiles at him; Eggsy can tell even with their foreheads tipped together and his eyes closed.
"Alright, we really need to get some food into you."
"Is unnecessary concern for my well being the only thing that can wake you up?" Eggsy asks.
"It's not unnecessary when your body clearly agrees with me, and you do make a rather compelling motivator. Besides, I'm not actually horrible in the mornings," Harry insists and Eggsy only hums. "I think I'm simply getting too old for this cross continental flying."
Eggsy fumbles around with the conditioner while Harry finds a bottle of body wash. "I certainly wouldn't mind having you around more, but then who's gonna send me pictures of tropical destinations?"
"Maybe we can trade places. I'm fairly certain I still have a few routines Merlin would accept."
"Oh, you know, I wouldn't mind a private demonstration of that."
"Well, you better be a very good boy for Christmas and hope Santa brings you something nice."
"Pervert," Eggsy says.
He leaves Harry soaking in the warmth of the shower while he dries himself off, wiping a streak into the fogged up mirror. By the time Harry shuts the water off, Eggsy's found a second towel for him.
"I've set the clothes you leant me on the dresser," he tells Harry when he comes out of the bathroom and Eggsy is pulling a shirt over his head, "They're clean and probably fit you better than me."
"How convenient that everything I lend you comes in handy sooner or later," Harry says.
"Also a convenient insurance I'll see you again."
"Wouldn't you otherwise?" he asks with a self assured smirk.
"Who knows."
"I'll have to buy more leather gloves then."
"Do that," Eggsy says and stalks off to the kitchen.
The roses are still there on the table in the gigantic pot, looking as radiant as they did when Harry brought them over. Eggsy takes a few moments to smell them, sucking in a whole lungful of Harry's affection before he goes to pull three boxes of cereal and a full carton of milk out on the counter.
Harry appears behind him, brushing past Eggsy with a frown. "Is this really what you eat for breakfast?" He picks up a pack of Kellogg's Frosties. "How do you exist on sugar and corn."
"There's the healthy whole grain, fiber version Merlin insisted on," Eggsy points out. "I might have orange juice."
"Right, well this won't do. What's in your fridge?"
Eggsy sighs, but checks anyway. "Three eggs, half a tetra of orange juice, moldy jam, and a near empty jar of nutella."
"And I'm fairly certain I saw a pack of crumpets somewhere yesterday. See, that'll make a perfectly adequate breakfast."
"If you wanna cook, I ain't stoppin' ya, but I already poured myself a bowl of cereal and I'm gonna eat it too," Eggsy says. He pours the milk into his bowl to kill any argument Harry might've had in mind because no one leaves cereal to go soggy.
Harry seems happy enough slamming cupboard doors in search of a frying pan and the crumpets, Eggsy leaning on the counter munching the first half of his breakfast. It's all horribly domestic and he never wants it to end. Harry cooking, a little sleep ridden in sweatpants Eggsy is convinced have to be tailored to fit like that, is quite possibly the best sight he could imagine for nine am on a Tuesday morning.
"What are you looking at?" Harry asks with his eyes still fixed on the pan.
"Your arse obviously. It should be criminalized for being a distraction."
"I think you have a problem, dear sir," Harry says in a serious tone, although he makes no move to hide his smirk. "At least make yourself useful and put the kettle on."
"Yes, Harry." Eggsy glides past him and presses a kiss to his hairline, one hand going for a grope. Harry looks near offended, but Eggsy only shrugs at him innocently and winks as he moves over to make tea.
He shows up to work early that day, Harry taking a cab off the doorstep in the other direction. Roxy is late and Merlin's reworking the liquor bottles on the shelves like it's the most important task in the world. Hauling around tables and armchairs, Eggsy thinks of how strange it is they can turn a room coated in black plywood panels and a couple velvet curtains into a class act with a little bit of lighting. During the day, with the lights turned up fully and the floor empty, Kingsman has that awry feeling of a bar five minutes after opening, a single lunch guest at the bar and two hungover drunkards sipping on their first pints somewhere in a corner. Only, they have Roxy tapping the wiring of the new sound system to a wall and Merlin behind the bar instead of actual guests.
They eat late lunch on the counter of the bar sometime in the afternoon. It's just meal deals between bouts of laundry, but Eggsy loves the familiarity of it: playing cards with one hand as they're shoving sandwiches into their mouths with the other.
"I raise you three peanuts," he tells Roxy in all seriousness because two man poker is a grown up game even with silly stakes like this.
She rolls three peanuts into the little pot between them, leveling him with an A-class menacing stare as she tosses one into her mouth. "Try me."
"Haven't I told the two of you to stop playing with the tabletop snacks?" Merlin grumbles at two of them from the storage room doorway.
Roxy is about to argue no one ever eats them, when they're all interrupted by a voice in the entrance. "Really, you used to be more fun in my time."
"Jesus, you're like the plague," Merlin sighs, but Harry only smiles in return.
For all the tempered antagonism between them, Eggsy nearly falls off his stool in surprise. "Harry, what're you doing here?"
"Well, I went into the shop and turns out there's a special delivery to run," he says and holds up a suit bag. "It's really a gorgeous thing."
"You ordered a proper suit?" Roxy asks in disbelief.
"Only because Harry insisted," Eggsy says to her, then to Harry: "It was mostly James doing the choosing."
"He chose well. You'll look fantastic," Harry insists. He hands Eggsy the bag and scoops the peanuts off the counter to eat them much to Merlin's annoyance and Roxy's amusement.
"So, should I prepare for a wedding or what's going on?" she asks and Eggsy snorts.
"Dinner, more like."
"Am I supposed to be offended he wouldn't marry me?" Harry asks no one in particular and receives a slap on the arm from Eggsy.
"Wedding or no wedding, all three of you stop eating company products."
"Merlin, we all know misery loves company." Harry slaps twenty quid on the counter. "Pour the kids a drink and buy yourself a new bag of peanuts, dear."
"Right, fucking get out," Merlin says and Roxy is the first to burst out laughing, Eggsy following suit.
"Looks like someone's in a fit," Harry mutters, pretending Merlin can't hear him even though they're having a stare off only two feet apart. He earns another laugh from Roxy and an eye roll from Eggsy, who tugs at him to stop fooling around. "Fine, I'll go. Pick you up on Sunday at seven?"
Eggsy nods and lets himself be briefly snogged by a perfectly dressed gentleman. Across him, Roxy mutters the word 'gross' with too much affection and for an instance Eggsy is delirious with happiness.