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A Deal is Struck

It took a moment for Harry to understand what the boy was suggesting, but he wasn't so old yet that he'd taken complete leave of his wits. Even it was a very rare occurrence, being propositioned by a boy young enough to be his son. Or at least it was a rare thing unless said boy wanted something from him aside from sex. Which, at the moment, seemed to be the only thing the boy was interested in, especially giving the looking over the boy was giving him.

"Do you make a habit of propositioning people whose names you haven't even learned?"

The boy looked amused rather than insulted. "Not usually, no. I'm Eggsy."

"Eggsy?"

"Hate my real first name. Eggsy was a nickname me dad gave me when I was a sprog. I've always liked it better, so's that's what people call me. Hell, wouldn't surprise me if most people in my neighborhood don't even know my real name. Ow bout you? Do you like whatever your parents stuck ya with?"

For reasons Harry couldn't recall, there was something about the name Eggsy that rang a very dim bell in the back of his mind. Like that nickname should mean something to him, though what he couldn't quite put his finger on. Not to mention he was at an utter loss as to what first name could be modified into Eggsy, if that was indeed the case here. Something to think about later.

"In my family there were much worse names to me stuck with, so no, I never minded being Harry. Nice to meet you formally, by the way."

Looking amused, Eggsy accepted the hand Harry offered, the boy's handshake a good one.

And since they'd already established their respective ages, Harry saw no point in revisiting the fact that he was old enough to be the boy's father. So instead he cut straight to the heart of the reason why he couldn't, even with his questionable conscience, accept the boy's offer. "I'm not the sort you want for your first time, Eggsy. I don't have that gentleness in me. To treat you as you deserve."

The look the boy gave him was less than impressed. "Ya did catch the fact that I'm a council boy, right? Ya really think there are loads of men in my neck of the woods who are gentle? It's ard enough just finding someone of like mind round there, or at least one you'd want ta fuck and who isn't just lookin for someone ta get im off." Eggsy rolled his eyes. "Look, it ain't like my other cherry ain't broke already, ya know? And that weren't nothin ta write home about. Damn near awful, really. I ain't expectin nothin earth shatterin this time around neither. I just wanna know what it's like, is all."

"First times rarely resemble the romance novels the fairer sex seems to enjoy so much."

"Fucking A."

Curiosity piqued, Harry dug for a little more information. "Is that why you're propositioning me? Because your first time ended badly with a girl your own age?"

A snort. "She weren't my age. She was a friend of me mum's, actually. Her husband had just left her for some bird, and she wanted ta prove ta herself that she still had 'it'. She was drunk and feelin sorry for herself, and I appened ta come by ta drop somethin off ta her for me mum. Short and definitely not sweet. Could ave been worse though, obviously."

"How old were you?"

The look on the boy's face made it clear that he wasn't exactly being truthful when he stated he'd been old enough.

Probably, hopefully, mid-teens, Harry surmised, old enough to be sexually aware and curious, but not old enough otherwise. "And that didn't put you off sleeping with someone significantly older than yourself?"

"Look, I ain't lookin for rose petals and fucking candlelight, Guv. Long as ya know how ta take no for an answer is ya ask for something I don't want ta give, and don't rip my arse a new one, well that's 'gentle' enough for me."

"You deserve better than that."

Making a harsh sound of amusement, the boy shook his head at him. "You really think people get wot they deserve in this life? Cause in my experience, that's rarely the fucking case. And if ya ain't interested ya can just say that. I get that I probably aint up ta your usual standards."

The body language Eggsy was trying to project suggested that he wanted Harry to think that being rejected by virtue of his class didn't matter to him. Though of course it did. But vocally the boy had delivered the lines very convincingly. He'd almost have believed it.

"Where you were born is of no consequence to me, Eggsy. I think you're very attractive, and if I were the man I once was I would consider myself quite lucky to be invited to take you to bed. And I'm sure that you're wrong to think that there aren't plenty of men not much older than you who would…"

"A'rry. I'm a favorite with the birds in my neighborhood just cause I see to it that they get off as well stead of treatin em like a hole ta stick my cock in. In my neck of the woods we don't get gentlemen less they're lookin ta buy something from us. And they ain't real gentlemen like you. And let's face it, anyone not of my class, well they'd think the same thing of me that those other blokes did. And those that don't, well they aren't likely to be hangin round my neighborhood or any place I hang out, now are they? Less ya got someone in your family ya want ta set me up with? Provided that he looks like you, of course."

Choosing to be flattered, again, Harry regretfully informed him that no, he didn't.

"My luck. So is it good night, then? I should be getting home if you've got better things ta do."

It was on the tip of Harry's tongue to agree that that was probably for the best, but the words just didn't seem to want to come. They were blocked, he realized, thanks to the various scenarios that had begun whirling around in his mind. Because odds were the boy would try this again, going out and looking for another man to have sex with. A dangerous thing to do even now, in certain quarters. And the odds of the boy finding someone who would treat him with care, well he'd seen too much of the worst society had to offer to believe that whoever Eggsy ended up with would not only be an adequate teacher, but one who would see Eggsy as a person and not just a means to a more pleasurable orgasm.

"Ya still with me, A'rry?"

Focusing back on the person his thoughts were revolving around, Harry's lips curved up in rather rueful amusement. "I find myself questioning my previous response to your suggestion. Especially since I don't know anyone closer to your age I'd set you up with."

Looking thoughtful, Eggsy shoved his hands in his pockets and started rocking back and forth on his heels. "Wot if ya was ta snog me? I mean maybe we won't have no chemistry, eh? No point in thinkin bout the rest if we ain't got that."

A very valid point, Harry silently acknowledged, the kiss also serving the dual purpose of giving him more time to mentally debate the pros and cons of the boy's initial suggestion. Because the hell if he knew what to do now, his gut suddenly working overtime to convince him that he'd regret it if he turned the boy down. And he was a man who believed in trusting his gut.

Inclining his head in agreement, Harry moved in a little closer, reaching out to pluck the boy's hat off his head. Which made Eggsy squawk in protest most amusingly before Harry flipped it around and put the cap back on Eggsy's head, backward.

Hands coming up, to check, the boy's voice was amused as he informed Harry that people didn't wear their caps backward like this no more. That went out in the nineties or something.

"I switched it around to give me better access to your face, not to improve your fashion sense." What went unsaid, but Harry hoped was heavily implied, was that when it came to chavs full fashion makeovers were unquestionably needed.

"Posh bloke like you, I suppose ya live for fashion, eh?"

"I do work at a tailor shop, actually so yes, I suppose I rather do."

"A tailor? You? Pull both legs, Bruv. I wouldn't mind bein closer ta ya in height. Would make certain things a lot easier after all." Eggsy's arms coming up between them, Harry enjoyed the feel of the boy's palms running up his chest before settling on his shoulders, the boy shifting up onto tip toes to help close the gap between their respective heights.

Rather than address the fact that he apparently didn't strike Eggsy as the tailor type, something that only made sense since the boy had grown up in an environment where one had to be unusually sensitive to human predators, Harry shifted his focus to placing his own hands on the boy's smoothly shaven cheeks. Or at least he hoped the boy was old enough to at least grow scruff.

"Stay still."

"Wot?"

Leaning forward Harry cut off any other the questions the boy might have, not surprised when after a moment of stunned silence the boy immediately tried to take over the kiss, his skill in the area good, but too rushed and hurried. Years of having to rush, no doubt, combined with youthful enthusiasm and hormones. And not what Harry intended at all, which was why he broke off the kiss in question, his lips quirking a little at the sound of protest that escaped the boy's lips.

"That's it?!"

"No. This is me telling you to let me kiss you without your interference."

Insult was ripe in the boy's voice. "I know how ta snog. This ain't that much different from snogging a bird cept you're taller than me!"

"You do kiss surprisingly well given your age, yes. But you asked me to kiss you, Eggsy, and if you wish me to comply you're going to let me taste you thoroughly on my terms. Not yours. But the choice is yours, what happens next."

The pregnant silence that followed made it clear that Eggsy did not know how to wrap his young mind around that. But Harry was a patient man, and so he just waited for the boy to decide on their next course of action.

"All right, fine. We'll do it your way."

"Thank you."

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Whether or not he would take the boy to his bed and teach Eggsy what he wanted to know was still very much up in the air at this point, but Harry saw no reason why he couldn't at the very least teach the boy something about how to properly kiss another man regardless of his decision. It cost him nothing aside from time, and it wasn't as though Harry had anything better to do at the moment then show the boy the benefits of taking one's time in this particular endeavor rather than rush into it. How much pleasure and anticipation could be built just learning the shape and taste of a man's lips, tracing and teasing just a little with tongue to assure your partner that you'd deepen the kiss once you were done thoroughly enjoying these first samples. Not that the boy was probably enjoying it as much as he would if he wasn't wound up and vibrating from contained energy as Eggsy's fought to remain passive in all this, but patience was a virtue, and Harry had every intention of rewarding the boy for doing as he'd ordered.

And of course he deepened the kiss after a while, making a low sound of approval when Eggsy opened his mouth eagerly for him, inviting him in as the boy's fingers dug deeper into Harry's shoulder blades. But even with that encouragement Harry reined himself in, refusing to dive right in or speed things up too much like stabbing out with his tongue or attempting to see how deeply into the boy's mouth he could shove it.

No, he intended to savor the mouth under his, which had quite obviously never been properly kissed before. Eggsy deserved to know what he'd been missing, and Harry was certainly enjoying the lesson as well as he explored not only the boy's preferences, but how responsive Eggsy was turning out to be. Harry himself had not been a boy in a very long time, and control over his own body was something Harry had in spades, and still…the taste and the low sounds the boy was making in the back of his throat pushed him to take more.

But he kept himself in check as best he could, his focus solely on Eggsy's pleasure right up until all the tension and fight went out of the boy between one heartbeat and the next. Suddenly his hands were needed to wrap around Eggsy's waist to keep the boy upright and pressed against him, the fingers that had dug into Harry's shoulders loosening and shifting over as Eggsy wrapped his arms around his neck to pull him into a more lover like embrace.

A shudder running through his own body as the boy's sudden submission sent conflicting emotions coursing through his body, Harry did his best to focus on dissecting Eggsy's flavors, the taste of whiskey, a hint of mint, and then the uniqueness that was Eggsy. And since thinking about how sensually arousing the boy's taste was, combined with the ideas about what other uses he could have for the boy's lovely mouth swirled around in his mind wasn't helping the warring emotions he was experiencing, Harry forced himself to pull back to break off the kiss, thinking to take a moment to sort himself out a little.

Which wasn't happening, it seemed, since hardly a moment had passed to catch their breath when the boy interrupted his thoughts, his voice almost shy.

"Can I kiss ya back now? Like ya showed me, please?"

Well fuck.

Managing a short nod, words were beyond him at the moment, Harry lowered his head to capture the boy's lips again, and this time it was a very different kiss altogether.

A kiss that quickly became less about Eggsy showing what he'd learned, and more about both of them enjoying themselves immensely. Especially since Eggsy had indeed learned a thing or two, and didn't rush in this time as they got to know each other, so to speak, before starting to throw wood on the fire. Though Eggsy was still a very young, very healthy man too, which meant that it wasn't long before things got decidedly hotter, indeed.

But this was neither the time nor the place for such things, something they were both reminded of when a nearby car backfired, the sound close enough to a gunshot that they both acted instinctively, pulling away from each other and automatically looking in the direction the sound had come from, prepared to get the hell of their attacker's way.

"Now there's a mood killer." Eggsy joked weakly, the boy rearranging his hat back into its 'proper' place once it was clear what had happened.

"Only if we let it." Decision made, Harry nodded in the direction of the car. "Get in, Eggsy."

"Ta get a ride ta the tube or…?"

"I live a little over ten minutes away from here. I'm accepting your offer if it's still on the table."

Harry couldn't see Eggsy's face well enough to see his smile, but he had the sense the boy was beaming at him as he nodded in agreement.

Walking over to the car, Harry unlocked the passenger door and opened it up for Eggsy, who cocked his head in a questioning manner before making a low sound of amusement as he came over to slide into the seat Harry was offering him.

Closing the door behind him, Harry walked around his car and got into the driver's seat, buckling his seatbelt automatically before turning to confirm that Eggsy had done the same. He had. Good lad.

Pulling away from the curb, Harry drove down the road and they remained silent for the first half of the drive, the sound of…well not music, but something similar echoing in the car.

"Oh fuck, thought I turned the sound off. Sorry." Embarrassment ripe in the boy's voice as he retrieved his cellphone from his jacket, the car lit up a little as Eggsy access his screen, staring at whatever text he'd received before his fingers were flying over the surface, typing out his own message in return. Then Eggsy was stuffing it back into his pocket, not waiting for a reply, apparently.

Glancing in the boy's direction again, when they'd stop at a light, Harry asked if Eggsy had messaged his friend info about where he was going.

"Don't know where I'm going, now do I?"

"You checked out the license plate beforehand though, didn't you."

A moment of silence.

"Saw that, did ya?"

"I did. A sensible move, by the way."

"Thanks."

There was no point in telling Eggsy that the licence plate number wouldn't do him any good, and not just because it was actually registered to Kingsman, not himself. They were both aware that their difference in class meant Harry's word would be taken over Eggsy's any day, and really, if someone like Harry wanted to make someone like Eggsy disappear, it wouldn't be that difficult even if he were just a regular member of the minor gentry. Unfortunately.

But since he meant Eggsy no harm Harry mentioned none of that, though he did make a mental note to himself to caution Eggsy about being very careful in the future.

As dangerous as he was, Harry knew there was far worse monsters running around with the faces of men.