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Grab On My Waist

Though Harry seemed very much focused on him and what he was doing-and Eggsy would have been too insulted for words if he wasn't-Eggsy was also aware that Harry was the Atlas type. Or at least Eggsy thought that that was the name of the Greek dude who was supposed to be holding the entire Earth on his shoulders. Poor bastard. Anyway, the point was that it hadn't taken Eggsy long to figure out that Harry had one of those complexes where he took all the responsibility and expectations of the world and tossed em up on those fucking broad shoulders of his on a regular basis. Hence all this blame he was carrying for what happened to Eggsy's dad and all the shit that had happened before he and Harry had met again. And yeah, Eggsy didn't figure he was wrong ta think that it was gonna take a while for him ta get it through the other man's thick skull that he wasn't a god or nothin. Though he could see how Harry might be under the impression that he was, now that Eggsy got to look his fill of the man's naked body. Fuck.

But the point his brain was trying to make in the back of Eggsy's mind was that nothing took someone's mind off of his shit choices like a quality blow job.

The best part of this plan, aside from the fact that he got to make Harry moan and pant and come apart beneath him, was that he could actually enjoy himself and take his time showing the other man how much he wanted him. How much he AND his wolf wanted him. And wasn't that a fucking novel experience. Normally the feral bastard hated everything about his previous sexual encounters. They never looked or smelled right to the picky bastard. Cept for Harry.

Eggsy's wolf LOVED everything about Harry.

And he was very enthusiastically using his tongue to demonstrate that affection when a loud knocking at the door interrupted him.

"ALL RIGHT, YOU TWO. WRAP IT UP. I ALREADY LET YOU SLEEP IN, NEPHEW DEAR. YOU HAVE TEN MINUTES TO GET YOUR FINE ARSES DOWNSTAIRS OR I'M COMING IN TO GET YOU!"

Letting Harry's erection slid out of his mouth, his lips having formed on 'O' of horror, Eggsy lifted his head in looked in the direction of the bedroom door. "Oh fuck no."

Harry's dejected groan as his head thunked back on his pillow made it clear Eggsy wasn't hearing things.

"Rachel's here to babysit your mother and Daisy for us by the way! I could send her instead of me if you push me!"

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Fuck!" Glaring at the door Eggsy thought fast. "I could barricade the door."

That got a weak chuckle from Harry. "He'd get through. Nothing keeps Taron out. And he was serious."

"But I need more than ten minutes!" Eggsy knew he was whining, but couldn't seem to stop himself. "Ow am I suppose ta convince ya ta sleep with me if I gotta rush through this like a fucking kid?"

He was never going to get Harry to take him seriously if the man thought he had no stamina.

And it was his turn to groan in dejection when Harry sat up and patted him on the head. Like a kid.

"Unfortunately we have ten minutes to shower and dress. More like eight now. Come on. Up."

"I am up! Painfully fucking so!"

Eggsy did not appreciate the laugh that got him. There was nothing laughable about it or watching Harry deliberately use some sort of ninja leg move to send Eggsy tumbling onto his back so that Harry could get up and off the bed without his weight keeping him in place.

The way Harry crooked his finger in a 'come here' gesture was pretty sexy though. As was the sight of Harry standing there looking all debauched and fine as fuck.

Huffing in annoyance Eggsy rolled over and then twisted to sit up. Damn. Fine. Sliding across the seriously lit sheets Eggsy got to his feet, deliberately rubbing his body up Harry's as he stood.

Then yelped like a pup when Harry's hands slid under Eggsy's armpits and used them to effortlessly lift him up. And when Harry growled at him to wrap his legs around his waist, well Eggsy had no problem complying with that order.

Wrapping his arms around Harry's neck too, his legs around wrapped very securely around Harry's waist, Eggsy had to settle for kissing and nipping playfully around Harry's jaw as he was carried over to a nearby door that predictably opened up to reveal a fucking sick bathroom that was almost as amazing as the one attached to his own bedroom.

They went straight for the shower, Harry opening up the glass door with one hand while keeping the other firmly on Eggsy's arse, where he'd prefer it remained. Unfortunately that didn't seem to be in the cards since as soon as they were inside Harry removed said other hand and told him 'Down'.

Sighing, but still hopeful, Eggsy dropped his legs and got his footing, so to speak.

Harry meanwhile turned around to fiddle with the dials and then the water came down. From the ceiling. What the fuck?!

But he only had a moment to think that before Harry was turning around to face him, hands coming up to frame his face and focus all his attention on him. Which Eggsy was totally fine with.

"We don't have much time. Use some of that conditioner to jack us off. I'll take care of the rest."

"Wait...what? Oh." He got the mental image now. And liked it. But still... "We're doin this proper tonight, all right? None of this rushing shit."

"Eggsy...once Taron is done with you today you'll be lucky to make it back into the house under your own steam. Now stroke."

"Fuck."

Taking the conditioner Harry handed him Eggsy flipped open the lid and squirted the creamy liquid into his hand as ordered. And silently thanked his wolf for depriving him of so much sex as a teenager. He knew how to use his hands very well at this point.

Harry, it turned out, was really good with his hands too as he shampooed Eggsy's hair for him. And It was also fucking distracting as the pleasure of that combined with the pleasure of jacking them off together in his hands fucked with Eggsy's rhythm. And concentration. And his mind in general because he'd had no idea either activity could feel so good.

Then Harry was kissing him and wrapping his hands around Eggsy's to 'help' him and yeah...Eggsy's brain pretty much turned off at that point. Wow.

Returning Harry's kisses messily, his coordination shot to fuck, Eggsy couldn't be bothered to care as he gasped and growled and made a lot of other sounds he'd be embarrassed about later as he let Harry take over. Between the visual porn that was a wet Harry and what they were doing, he had just enough sense to clutch at Harry's waist for purchase as his mind exploded along with his dick.

Fuck.

Slumping against Harry Eggsy nuzzled and shuddered, smiling when he felt Harry come too moments later. Thank God. He wasn't up to helping.

And bonus, they both accomplished their goals before their time limit expired...though they did go downstairs in their wolf forms rather than dress. Which was for the best since Taron was almost at their door to fetch them.

Damn. What a way to start their morning.

)

Harry had known before that morning that Taron, when he was training someone, was a little bit sadistic. One with an evil sense of humor and little to no sympathy for his charges. Harry had entertained the idea that the older man might go a little easier on Eggsy because he was family, but that supposition died a quick death within the first hour of Eggsy's training. Taron knew that time was limited and during that first hour he worked Eggsy so hard that Harry felt exhausted just watching them two of them. Though he might have still been a little winded at first thanks to that lovely morning orgasm he hadn't been expecting. Not that that seemed to affect Eggsy in the slightest. Hell, not even the drilling Taron put the boy through to assess him seemed to wind Eggsy in the least. The boy was wired and ready, treating it all like a game rather than a drill.

Of course Eggsy also had the sort of training that meant it probably took a heck of a lot to slow him down physically. The human military training, combined with the boy's years of gymnastics and parkour meant his body had a hell of a lot of stamina, flexibility, and knew how to take a beating even before one factored in his youth and corresponding energy levels.

It also became obvious quickly that for all his speed, agility, and control, Eggsy was still a pup when it came to his wolf. As in the boy had never fought someone in wolf form, nor had a chance to really bond and form a proper partnership with his wolf. Eggsy had lived the majority of his life as human and because he'd never had pack he'd never had the guidance or training they'd have provided him with. He didn't know how to be wolf.

And while odds were high that King would want Eggsy's death to look like an 'accident' it would be foolish to cross out the idea that their current alpha wouldn't send another wolf to take Eggsy down or challenge him. A challenge Eggsy would lose.

Which was why, after discussing the matter after that first hour, Taron tried to show Eggsy various defensive moves in wolf form by having Eggsy watch he and Taron spar in wolf form. Only that didn't work because Eggsy went at his uncle every time in a misguided attempt to protect Harry. The longest Eggsy could contain himself for was about two minutes, the boy shaking like a leaf and whining the entire time he stayed out of it, learning nothing in the process.

Eggsy's explanation was that his wolf just couldn't handle seeing Harry be attacked. He didn't like seeing Taron in danger either, but Harry...Harry was not to be harmed in his wolf's mind and nothing Eggsy's human mind told him seemed to penetrate apparently.

So Addison was forced to come out and fight with his brother while Harry sat beside Eggsy, watching the two spar with him instead. It was certainly an impressive sight given how skilled both wolves were, and Harry did try his best to pay attention even if Eggsy kept distracting him by leaning against him and sending him dirty thoughts about what they'd be doing if his uncle hadn't laid down the law.

Harry lost track of how many times he had to tell Eggsy to stop that and pay attention.

The really mortifying part came after the brothers drew apart and Taron ordered Eggsy over to show what he'd learned. Harry had put Eggsy's inability to stay out of his and Taron's sparring to still having sex brain and lack of control over his wolf. It was mortifying, absolutely mortifying, to find himself doing little better as he watched Taron so obviously and thoroughly dominate Eggsy during the sparring. Seeing for himself how vulnerable and inexperienced Eggsy was, knowing how easily Taron could maim or kill the boy...

Harry wanted to rip Taron's throat out. He actually had to work to mentally restrain himself from attacking even knowing that they were just sparring. That Eggsy needed this training.

Worst of all was when they stopped for a moment so that Taron could begin berating Eggsy over a badly timed move and Harry interrupted them, growling out the 'suggestion' that Eggsy needed to spar with someone younger first.

Taron smirked, literally smirked at him in response. Or as much as a wolf could while Addison told him telepathically to stop thinking with his dick.

Taron was a little nicer, suggesting that if it was too much for him to handle Harry could go back inside.

Eggsy...Eggsy hung his head, the picture of a dejected puppy.

'I'm sorry, Harry. I ain't never fought in this form before.'

Heart just melting, an occurrence that was going to worry him later, Harry hurried over and gave Eggsy an encouraging nuzzle. 'That's not your fault, Eggsy. It's your pack's. We failed you, not the other way around. Just keep trying your best and you'll be able to take them on soon enough.'

'I'm going to be sick.' Addison stated from where he was still standing, watching them with derision.

'Oh stop it.' Taron shot back, shaking his head at his brother. 'It's sweet. Counterproductive as hell, but sweet.'

'It's not going to be sweet when he's mauled to death.'

Harry growled, showing his teeth instinctively.

Not fazed in the least, Addison shrugged and stated that the truth hurt. Deal with it.

'I'll do better.' Eggsy met Taron's gaze, shoulders straightening in determination. 'Again."

'Good man.' Taron nodded in approval. 'Let's do it.'

)

Harry had not been kidding when he'd said Taron would work him so hard Eggsy would have to drag his sorry arse all the way back to the house. He hadn't been this sore since his first week of marines training. And they were just getting started. He was heading in search of lunch now and it was taking all Eggsy had to drag himself back downstairs, having gone up to quickly shower and dress since he really didn't want to have lunch with his family naked. Or from a doggie dish. And he was fucking starving since apparently missing breakfast was the cost of sleeping in with Harry. Worth it, no question, but he could eat his way through a fucking buffet right now.

The hot shower he'd just had had helped a little, but mostly it just made him think of Harry. And the fact that Harry had been called away on pack business.

He didn't like Harry being out of his sight. His wolf REALLY didn't like it.

Out of nowhere a scent hit Eggsy's nose, his wolf rearing back in reaction inside Eggsy's mind. It was so...sweet...and yet somehow made him think of sex. A concentrated dose of hours' worth of sex. It made Eggsy's nose itch and his dick harden. And made him bemoan the fact that his sore muscles weren't a result of hours of sex with Harry.

Curious now Eggsy reached the bottom of the stairs and followed his nose into a room situated to the right of the main entrance. One that probably had some fancy, pretentious name he'd never heard of. Either way it had a bunch of uncomfortable looking chairs and couches situated by a low table with a really big flower arrangement sitting on it.

The source of the smell proved to be a tall, shapely redhead who looked to be about Eggsy's own age. A wolf, too. Her scent was even stronger as Eggsy approached, the woman and his Uncle Taron both turning to look in his direction.

Taron's lips curved ruefully. "Eggsy. This is Lauren Hobbes. Her family's estate is adjacent to our own. She came over on behalf of her family to say hello to you."

"Hello, Eggsy. It's such a pleasure to meet you." Smiling brightly Lauren glided over to Eggsy. It was the only word for it. The way she raised her hand up to him, obviously expecting him to kiss it, looked like some move from a ballet or gymnastics class.

Having never in his life kissed a girl's hand before Eggsy took it and hoped he didn't look stupid as he lowered his head to kiss it. "Nice to meet you."

The smile she gave him was heavy on the sex, which went with her scent. And seriously, couldn't she have bathed first? I mean, fuck, she was a wolf too. She had to know that they could all smell it on her. Though he didn't smell who she'd had sex with now that he was thinking about it. Fuck. Had she...okay...that was hot. Still weird as fuck given this weird exhibitionist streak that made her want them to know what she'd been up to on her down time, pun entirely intended, but pretty hot to visualize.

"Welcome to the neighborhood. And the pack too, of course. Your family and mine have been close for generations. I'm sure we'll be good friends as well."

Right, because Red wanted them to spend hours discussing their favorite TV shows and hanging out at Mickey D's. Not. And while his ego wanted to be flattered Eggsy knew a setup when he saw it. The classic femme fatale was a time honored tradition. And even if she was actually interested-it was hard to tell given her messed up scent-the last thing he wanted was it to get back to Harry that he was getting chummy with a hot redhead. That was a recipe for disaster. And blue balls.

"Thanks. I'll be pretty busy for the next little while, gettin ta know my family and the pack and all, but seein as our families are so close I'm sure I'll see you around."

The 'are you serious' expression that flittered across her face was expected, the surprise Eggsy saw on his uncle's though...that was insulting. Did he think so little of him? Taron knew he was into Harry. What the heck? Just because he was from the estates didn't make him a manwhore.

Giving Eggsy a very well-crafted come hither look, complete with running her fingers through her hair for added effect, Lauren told him that she'd be happy to give him her number so that he could call her when he had some time available. She'd love to introduce him to the other members of the pack their age.

"Hey, you two! Lunchtime!"

Addison wasn't in sight, probably wanting to avoid being social since that was so obviously not his thing. Being rude and yelling at them from another room was.

Taron let out a long, put upon sigh before giving Lauren an apologetic smile. "My apologies for my brother, Lauren. You know how grumpy he can be."

"Don't worry about it. I should have...known better than to drop by so close to lunch. I'll come by another time." Wearing a smile that looked a little strained around the edges, Lauren continued to give Eggsy searching looks, like she was trying to see something on his face and couldn't understand why she wasn't.

Eggsy, when he glanced in his uncle's direction, wasn't quite sure what to make of the penetrating stare he got back in return.

What the heck was going on here?