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Something Brand New

Working out with Harry was definitely going to become one of Eggsy's favorite things. It was seriously sexy as fuck, seeing how strong and powerful Harry was. How competent and in control of his body he was as Harry used the various machines to demonstrate why he was considered such a badarse in his pack. Watching the way Harry's muscles flexed and moved-well it was sure as fuck distracting in the best way possible. Eggsy was pretty sure he could have just sat there and happily watched Harry work out for hours without getting bored. Especially once Harry started working up a sweat, which made Eggsy's wolf weirdly happy and excited. Mostly because it made the fact that Eggsy's scent was mixed in with Harry's more apparent. Or at least Eggsy hoped that that was why the wolf liked it too much. Though then again he had read somewhere that-nevermind. Not important.

And since he couldn't just sit somewhere and drool all over Harry's sexiness Eggsy had to keep working out too, which worked for him since that meant that Harry also got to enjoy just how hot Eggsy looked while working his muscles and demonstrating his own strength and prowess. Hey, it was a legit excuse for him to flex and show off a little without it being too obvious. He'd be an idiot to pass that up.

Okay, maybe he was a little obvious when he ditched his shirt...but it had gotten sweaty.

Anyway, so far Eggsy's favorite part had been spotting for Harry-and he was pretty sure Harry enjoyed spotting for him too. Particularly the view.

They definitely weren't being subtle about it either, as Uncle Taron left them to it after about twenty minutes of observing them while getting his own workout in. His uncle had left with the statement that if they had sex in the room they had better clean up after themselves.

Thus far they'd managed to restrain themselves.

But Eggsy was definitely open to that possibility as they ran side by side on the treadmills, exchanging looks and taking turns increasing their pace as they tried to outdo the other. He loved looking at Harry when he was hot and sweaty. With his skintight to begin with T-shirt clinging to every curve and muscle so that Eggsy wanted nothing more than to-

"Behave. We are not having sex in here."

"Pleaseeeeeeee."

Harry chuckled, which Eggsy did not appreciate one little bit. "No. There is a time and place for such things and this is not that place."

"But we're already hot and sweaty and the floor mat would-"

"No."

"Not even if I promised to-"

"Hold that thought for a minute!" Uncle Taron called out from the stairwell, his voice echoing a little.

"What is this, interrupt Eggsy Day?"

Both Harry and Uncle Taron laughed at that, tempting Eggsy to give the two of them the two finger salute. Unfortunately, he had to resist since he wanted to get laid by the former. But it was bloody tempting, especially since Harry had turned his machine off and then stepped off. No more flexing. Damn.

Turning off his own machine Eggsy did the same, the two of them standing side by side when Taron entered the room to rejoin them. His uncle was freshly showered and wearing new clothes that fit him perfectly. It seemed that everyone in Eggsy's new life was very into tailored clothes. Which he appreciated very much in Harry's case.

"Sorry to interrupt. Who doesn't hate a cockblocker after all? I just needed a minute to confirm that you two don't have plans for this evening after dinner. Or at least that Eggsy doesn't."

"Nah. Though I'm guessing we do now?"

"Well you do. I made arrangements for an afterhours visit to 'Alexis' tonight."

"Ah...where?"

Harry answered. "It's a high-end clothing store. Very popular with your peer group."

"I'm guessin ya mean rich blokes my age, not my peers." As it happened Eggsy knew that the definition of 'peer' was someone of a similar age, social status, or education. And while the first part might fit...the last two sure as fuck didn't. And anyone posh his age would take issue with Eggsy being called their peer that's for sure. Well, unless he was looking and acting as posh as they were. And now he was having visions of being dressed like some posh toff, strangled by a tie while watching every word he said to make sure his accent and speech didn't give his origins away.

"They're your peers now too." Taron gently corrected him.

"They won't see it that way."

"They can like it or lump it. And I'll deliver the lumps." Taron's smile was downright evil.

"We'll deliver the lumps." Harry corrected.

Shaking his head, though he appreciated the sentiment, Eggsy sighed and said he'd go. What choice did he have? He was the heir to a fortune and now part of an important family. He didn't want to embarrass his uncles-well Uncle Taron. He had a feeling Uncle Addison wouldn't care what he did. The man probably didn't have the best rep in high society either.

Doing some head shaking of his own Taron nudged Eggsy's lowered chin with a bent finger. "None of that. It's not that kind of shop. Well it is, but it also has clothes that you won't be embarrassed to be seen in. And don't think for a moment that I'm trying to change you. If you want to wear your chav gear around the house and in public-well you won't have to wear knockoffs. You can buy legit Adidas if you must. But there will be times you have to dress more..."

Taron looked at Harry, obviously hoping that he could come up with an inoffensive term.

Eggsy was tempted to leave them both hanging, just to see what they'd come up with, but he figured he'd cut them a break. And avoid having a reason to be pissed at them.

"Dress like a proper young man?"

"A suit is a gentleman's armor. The clothes we'll be getting you-they'll let you navigate high society better. Shield you from some of the challenges you'll face. But I'll never force you to wear something you don't want to. If you want to wear Adidas to meet the Queen-I won't say a word. Other than to compliment you on your guts and sheer balls."

"Yeah, I wouldn't do something that mental, Uncle Taron."

"Just saying."

"Right..." A thought occurred to him. "I don't have ta meet the Queen, right?"

"Well..."

Eggsy could feel his jaw drop. "Shut up."

"Don't worry, she likes me." Taron winked.

Not sure what to believe Eggsy turned his head to look at Harry, silently asking if Taron was joshing with him. His lover just shrugged his shoulders a little, looking amused. Not reassuring.

"The point is the clothes at this place won't offend your fashion sense." The way Harry's lips twitched made it pretty clear that he was doing his best not to laugh. Or at least smile.

Aware of Harry's feelings when it came to his clothes, however diplomatic he was about it, Eggsy rolled his eyes and then asked Harry if he wanted to come since he had to be seen in public with him. Plus that way there'd be a third vote if he and Taron disagreed on something.

"I suppose someone has to come along to keep you two in line."

Well now, things were looking up.

"And on the topic of plans...I won't be around for a few hours tomorrow afternoon. My call with Mother was actually cut short by an incoming call from the acting Alpha. I've been summoned to a meeting with him."

"Wait-wot? You've gotta go see King? Cause of me? Alone?!"

"He is my Alpha for the time being, Eggsy. When he requests a meeting I rather have to show up unless I have one hell of a good reason not to. Not wanting to be in the same room as the man doesn't count."

Eggsy did not like the sound of this.

"He likely wants to get a better handle on my relationship with you. Perhaps hopes to give me an assignment, one that entails me spying on you as a test of loyalty or some such nonsense. He isn't going to attack or have me harmed. He's not that foolish. And even if he were foolish enough to get aggressive with me-I could take him or any of his cronies. Easily."

Uncle Taron nodded in complete agreement. "He's right. On all counts."

Okay, yeah. Eggsy would put all his money on Harry in a fair fight. Even a semi fair fight. But everyone seemed to think that his great uncle was about as trustworthy and honorable as Peter Pettigrew. Even less, possibly. Ergo he didn't want Harry anywhere near the bastard. Most especially not near him without anyone else around to protect him.

And that being the case...

"If I were to be nearby, just in case ya needed me-would that insult your manhood?"

Harry laughed and shook his head, turning to the side so that he could give Eggsy a quick, much appreciated kiss.

"I'll be fine. But if you wanted to go and visit your little accomplices at the daycare for a while tomorrow you'd be pretty close by. If I needed you."

"Brill."

)

The problem with Harry going along with Eggsy and Taron was...who was going to look after Daisy? Rachel's daughter was willing to look after her during the day for them, but asking her to stick around from morning to evening wasn't fair. Especially since they wanted to keep on her good side until they found a full-time nanny. So asking her was out, and obviously they couldn't leave the baby with Addison, either. Not that Addison couldn't be entrusted with her safety, he wasn't that much of a monster and was actually capable of looking after a child in theory-it was the caring for her part they were worried about. Daisy had yet to spend much time in Addison's company but when she was around him she seemed less than thrilled about it. Babies were good at sensing when they were near people who didn't like children.

And as Taron had pointed out they'd better not risk it since it wasn't like Daisy could tell them afterwards if Addison were to traumatize her while they were gone. They'd have to wait until she was old enough to start writing 'Redrum' on the walls in red crayon or began making disturbing finger paintings. By then it might be too late to save her.

So after some debate the consensus was that they'd take her with them. She could fall asleep in the car and then they'd put her in her brand-new stroller, put a blanket over it to shield her from the shop's lights, and hope for the best.

Feeding her a big dinner probably helped too, Daisy already lethargic by the time they strapped her into her car seat. To finish the job Eggsy brought along his very battered looking but still usable iPod so that they could play music from 'The Phantom of the Opera'. Apparently Daisy had an appreciation for the musical insofar as it was very good at putting her to sleep.

Within ten minutes she was out for the count.

"So not a Andrew Lloyd Webber fan." Taron drawled out once he noticed, the older man having opted to sit in the back with her. Harry had been given the front passenger since his legs were a lot longer than Taron's. Eggsy was driving and loving it.

"She loves music in general. I used ta play my music at night ta drown out the noise outside."

"So you're a musical fan?"

Eggsy shrugged his shoulders self-consciously. "Some of em, yeah."

"We'll have to go to the theatre in the future. I love them."

"Deal. You like em, Harry?"

"As a matter of fact, I do."

"Good to know."

Seeing some musical theatre in his future, which was fine with him, Harry started a discussion about various musicals both old and more current. He was impressed that Eggsy not only knew the latest, most popular musicals, but some of the oldies as well. Sadly he wasn't surprised to hear that Eggsy had never actual been to a live theater performance before, but he looked forward to changing that.

Talk of theatre and the movies and books associated with many of them got them through the car ride, Eggsy pulling in to the shop's parking area with fifteen minutes to spare.

Once they were out of the car Eggsy came around to open the boot and take out the stroller, Taron coming around to give his phew a hand since apparently the bloody thing wasn't being too cooperative. Harry left them to the struggle as he remained in the car with Daisy-where it was warm and comfortable as he undid the straps that would keep her in her car seat.

It wasn't too long before they brought the stroller around once they triumphed over it, Eggsy opening the door and then very carefully transferred his sister's limp body into the stroller. Success. Throw the blanket over it as planned and they were good to go.

Getting out of the car Harry joined the other two men in heading towards the front of the shop, Eggsy pushing the stroller.

"So do ya have a list of the stuff I gotta pick up ere?" Eggsy asked as they approached the shop's doors.

"I don't. We'll have to wait and see what they have. And remember, don't worry about the price. I've got lots of birthdays, Christmases, and just because presents to make up for. And you're only shopping here because I asked you."

"How expensive is this place?"

"Quit worrying." And on that note Taron lightly tapped his fist on the door's glass.

The fact that someone appeared to open the door less than a minute later spoke well of the shop's staff, the lovely woman who greeted them turning out to be the shop's owner. She introduced herself as Alexis, like her shop. She was a statuesque blonde who looked to be in her thirties, though Harry had a hunch that she was older than that. Either way she greeted them with a warm, friendly smile as they made their way inside. Taron went in first, followed by Daisy in her stroller. Eggsy came next as he pushed the stroller, Harry bringing up the rear.

A quick scan of the room resulted in Harry catching sight of a young man in his twenties who was making his way around the racks and displays to approach them, Harry immediately noticing the once over the redhead gave Eggsy. There was considerable male appreciation in the other man's eyes, Harry's narrowing in response. Especially when he saw the way Eggsy's lips had curved in reaction to the once over, Harry's lover obviously appreciating the appreciation.

He just managed to keep in the growl that built up in his throat. He wouldn't give Eggsy the satisfaction.

But he was going to make it-oh. Harry's mental tirade came to a grinding halt at the feel of Eggsy's arm wrapping around his waist, his lover's hand coming to rest possessively on Harry's hip. Sending a clear message to the redhead that he was taken. Harry's.

All was forgiven.

And to the redhead's credit the young man inclined his head and gave Harry a 'can you blame' smile that also contained a rueful apology. Harry returned the gesture to make it clear that yes, he understood completely.

"Reece. There you are. Gentlemen, this is my assistant, Reece. I've asked him to personally oversee your shopping experience and help you find the outfits that are meant to go home with you. I can assure you that he knows all the stock and has exquisite taste in men's' attire. As his own outfit makes clear. I will of course remain on site in my office, should you need me."

"It will be my pleasure." Reece assured them with a charming grin.

"I'm sure we're in good hands." Taron's grin was just as charming, the redhead actually blushing a little in reaction. The Egerton charm could be downright lethal when wielded by a master. "I'm Taron Egerton, but please call me Taron. This is my nephew Eggsy, the reason we're here tonight. Though if you see something that would suit me feel free to point it out. My niece is currently sleeping, but her name is Daisy, and last, but certainly not least, Harry Hart, my nephew's sexy arm candy."

"Taron." Harry hoped his tone said it all.

But probably not since this was Taron he was looking at.

"And thank you again, Alexis, for agreeing to keep the shop open so late. We very much appreciate it."

"Yeah. Thanks." Eggsy added, likely thinking he had to seeing as he was the whole reason they were in the shop in the first place.

"You're both very welcome. Now before I take my leave-I'm assuming that Daisy is fairly young? I have no problem with children being in here of course, I was just wondering if you'd like me to watch over her while you shop."

"She's asleep. Hopefully stay that way." Eggsy's grip tightened around the stroller slightly. "Rather she stayed with us though, thanks. She won't get in ta nothin though, swear down. If she wakes up and wants out we'll take turns holdin her."

Harry saw the brief flash of surprise in Alexis's eyes. Likely in response to the story Eggsy's accent and language told. But she was too professional to comment or ask questions, the woman accepting Eggsy's decision with a smile before wishing them a pleasant evening. Then off she strolled in her stylish high heels, every inch of her screaming class.

"Right, then. Shall we begin?"

"Lead the way." Taron assured Reece with a flirtatious wink.

"Follow me."

Harry had to admit that the redhead had a very fine arse, which was very much on display given the fit of Reece's trousers as he headed towards the back of the shop. Harry couldn't fault Eggsy for turning his head to admire it.

He and Taron were doing the same.

But they weren't there to admire the staff, however handsome this one might be, and so Harry gave Eggsy a nudge and then motioned for him to get moving.

And with a smirk Eggsy did precisely that.