PSL: Test play

[fucking_gentleman]

And then there were two.

It had always been the test that Harry was... wary about with Eggsy. Eggsy liked animals and being given the final order would be hard on him. It was hard on all of them in one way or another, but Harry could only hope that Eggsy would trust Merlin and do what he was told.

(Eggsy so often fought doing what he was told, but he really just wanted to be a Good Boy, Harry was sure of it.)

Harry arranged for them to be dropped back at his house after the loyalty test (that one he had never doubted, not even for the space of a heartbeat) and he told Eggsy, "These twenty four hours are just for us. Well, you, specifically, but I'm at your disposal for all of them."

Because he was so, so fucking proud of Eggsy for getting here.

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[bulldoginnit]

As always, Eggsy has no idea what to expect from training. Some of it is a lot of busywork, some of it is bullshit, and some of it is exhilarating. Going back to Harry's house is also a lot of things, but he's not sure what wisdom Harry's going to impart on him in 24 hours. It's a long time, but he's sure it's not enough either.

Eggsy's actually surprised at how modest Harry's house is. It's still a lot more than he's ever really seen the inside of, but Harry's rich, isn't he? Aren't they all stupidly rich? He has a feeling Harry would find it rude if he asked, so he doesn't. He does remember to take his hat off inside.

"So what would you normally do? Some sort of fightin' technique?" he asks, half-teasing. He knows how to fight. He's not Harry, maybe, but he can fucking hold his own against pretty dire odds, he thinks.

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Harry might find it rude, but he'd also find it a bit charming because of Eggsy's total, blunt curiosity. He walks through to the kitchen, surreptitiously checking all the tiny things that would let him know if anyone had been in here.

"I don't often have a candidate get this far." And the last time... he preferred not to bring up Lee's ghost. "And we try not to lose agents too often. If you mean when I come home, it's usually the middle of the night and I go to bed to try and catch up on sleep before I'm inevitably needed back at work."

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Eggsy laughs at that a bit. "Yeah, fair 'nough," he says. He knows without asking who the last one was that got this far. He doesn't want to talk about a dad he pretty much doesn't remember anyway, and especially not with Harry, so he just lets that thought roll away and doesn't chase it.

"So you a workaholic, yeah? Prob'ly I could have figured that one." He's still teasing. He looks at Harry a second too long, thinking about what he must look like, coming home tired and worn out. He's seen the man fight, after all, and he looked pretty much impeccable right after that. But he's also seen him in a coma, hair uncut. He likes the impeccable one, the one here with him now, much better.

"Ain't the middle of the night now, though. I s'pose they don't let you give me any trade secrets or nothin'?" he asks. It can't hurt to ask, after all.

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"Well, I'm also a professional level disappointment to my parents and a menace to Merlin's well being, but those are both more hobbies alongside my work than separate things." He starts the kettle out of habit as he comes into the kitchen, gaze taking in the window, the concealed panels, everything in place and normal.

"Cup of tea? Coffee? And if by 'trade' secrets you mean tomorrow's test... no, I'm afraid I really couldn't risk having you disqualified by telling you anything. You've come too far for me to sabotage you now."

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Eggsy leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching Harry move through space he belongs in. Eggsy doesn't feel like he belongs here, but fuck, he wants to. He wants Harry to be proud of him. He wants the job as much because of that as anything else - to prove he can be something other than a fuck up who can't ever finish anything. He adores Roxy, and he wouldn't be terribly sore losing to her, but it's not about beating Roxy. It's about beating the life he's had so far, about living up to Harry's expectations of him.

"You got somethin' stronger?" he asks, but follows with, "If not, tea's brill." He likes coffee fine, but he feels jittery enough about this for no reason. Some of it might be the adrenaline from the loyalty test, but not all of it.

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Harry is already getting two tea cups and setting them on saucers. The tea pot is carefully warmed and set with tea leaves inside awaiting hot water. "I see no reason not to combine both," Harry retorted. "The living room, there's a liquor cabinet, there should be a rum that goes nicely with black tea."

He gestures with a teaspoon. "I'm being a terrible host asking you to go get it, but I want you to feel comfortable here, as well."

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A grin spreads across Eggsy's face. He figured Harry had something, based on how many times he's seen him with some sort of drink in his hand. He pushes off the wall and goes to find the cabinet in question, taking a minute to let his eyes wander over the bottles before he finds the rum. Of course it's much nicer than anything he's had; he'd never spend so much on booze. Maybe if he had money he would do, but...that's not really something he thinks a lot about. He lives in the moment too much for daydreams about buying nice alcohol.

"Nah, I don't think you could be a bad host," he says, bringing the bottle back over to Harry. "It's like ingrained into you, all that manners business." He doesn't say it with the bite he might have had in his voice when they'd first talked in the pub. Here it's an observation, not a defensive accusation.

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When Eggsy gets back, Harry has taken off his jacket and hung it on the back of a chair. He left on the holsters for now, turning his attention to pouring the water in the teapot and letting it steep.

"I'm quite sure I can. A host should not make requests of his guests like that. That was taught to me at a very young age, part of the silver suppository treatment," he added with a small smile.

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Eggsy snorts a laugh at that. He'd left his bigger jacket on the rack in the entryway, but he still has a hoodie on, which he often does inside really.

"Well, I don't got your standards, I'm afraid," he says, still smiling. "So it's all the same to me. I won't tell you what I got taught at a young age and we'll leave it at that." They're from different worlds - something that is always apparent to him, never escapes him, but Harry isn't like so many other rich blokes. Eggsy's pretty sure he can be. He's heard Harry's scathing remarks, delivered with something that sounds a lot like politeness. But Harry chose him to go in to be the next Lancelot. Harry's never treated him like class matters so much, and it's...strange, but refreshing.

He moves into the living room and sits on the sofa while Harry brings the tea.

"So what can you tell me, then? Not about whatever's gonna go down tomorrow. Just...I dunno, about you. Or about somethin' you done in the past if I'm allowed to know. I'm here to learn, yeah?"

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"You ever do want to tell me, I will promise to try not to exact any retributions on people for what I hear." It's the best Harry will offer. He'll try to not act on what he hears. Try not to go after those people to make them pay for hurting such a decent boy.

Harry puts everything on the tray, with some biscuits, and carries it out to set on the table. "About me?" Harry loves talking about himself, but so often his stories are compilations and half truths and designed to make Merlin stress out. "Well... I would tell you about the first time I went joyriding, since that's definitely something I know you're into."

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Eggsy isn't sure how to take that. He's not sure how to take the idea that Harry might care about him; there's too much chance for betrayal there. So he just looks up at Harry, watches him set the tray down, quiet for a moment.

He reaches for a biscuit for something to do, to rewire the sudden short circuit to his brain.

"You been joyridin' before? What, in like a horse carriage?" he says, laughing, glad for the banter. He's entirely out of his league with Harry in pretty much every way and can't forget that, but he does his best to keep up.

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"You cheeky- It was a dinosaur, thank you. A protoceratops if you must know, in the late Cretaceous period." Harry added a hefty dash of rum to Eggsy's tea before handing it over. "Do not add anything to that until you try it black with the rum. It shouldn't need anything."

He pours himself and settles in his armchair, taking a slow sip. The rum warms his throat and gut pleasantly.

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Eggsy's grin doesn't fade. At least Harry is good-natured in response. He takes the cup, looking down at it with a touch of scepticism. He's never had rum in tea, which seems like a terrible oversight on his part. But he usually puts milk and sugar in it, though milk and rum sounds rank.

He decides to trust Harry's judgment on this and takes a sip of his tea. It's hot of course, but the rum adds that extra warmth, something rich and unexpected. "Fuck me, that's actually quite good," he says, impressed.

"But all right, let's have this joyride story, yeah?"

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Harry bites back the urge to flirt outrageously at Eggsy's 'fuck me' because it really wouldn't be appropriate to fluster him like that. He just watches and lets himself be a bit smug that it's as good as he knows it is.

"All right. I was eleven, and it was my godfather's Rolls Royce Ghost, which I managed to get down to the end of the driveway and then into a ditch, because I could barely turn something that heavy with no power steering."

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"Rolls Royce Ghost?" Eggsy asks. He doesn't think he's ever even been near something that nice without someone following him around ready to ring the police about it.

"That's amazing. So you was a bit of a troublemaker as a kid then?" Really, to hear Merlin tell it, Harry's still a troublemaker. Eggsy likes the thought that they have that much in common.

He takes a drink of his tea and offers, "You know, even if I was sorry for a hot second about that stunt with the car, it got me here with you. With Kingsman. Even if it goes south tomorrow, this is the best thing I ever tried to do."

It's a rare moment of honesty; a lot of what Eggsy says is bullshit, layers put on to keep himself safe, to keep people from knowing him. It will make him a good spy, but it doesn't always make him easy to know.

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"Mm-hm. I was in a lot of trouble for that." he sips again. "Actually, I was in a lot of trouble for a lot of things. I was very bored as a child. And teenager." And he really isn't any better now, choosing to annoy Merlin or play minor power games with Chester to entertain himself. "By fourteen I was much better at choosing cars I could hotwire and drive without being caught. Then I started to develop an interest in insects, then butterflies... and guns. Butterflies and semi automatic weaponry."

Harry watches Eggsy for a long moment. "Your driving was beautiful," he admits. "I watched the camera feeds, and that was a truly astounding display. Even if you hadn't reached this stage, I would be proud of what you have achieved in this time."

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"Those things seem quite at odds with each other," Eggsy says. He glances up at the walls, covered in butterflies and other insects. It's...a bit weird, maybe, but they're all perfectly aligned, all the frames straight and perfect. That certainly suits Harry, he thinks. It's hard for him to imagine what Harry might have been like as a teenager, running wild, without all his perfectly-contained manners like he has now. He wonders if they'd have got on then; probably not, because of the way that Eggsy is, especially at rich boys. But he likes to think they would have anyway.

It's an utterly useless train of thought, but he can't help it.

A smile comes back to his face, unbidden, at Harry's compliment. The stunt with the car hadn't exactly been planned, but he had driven quite a ways through the busy London streets, backwards. He hadn't told anyone why he'd crashed the car, in the end. The cops thought he was just drunk and he let them think that.

"I'd have gone further, but there was a fox in the road," he says with a shrug. Harry already knows he rammed the cop car to cover for his friends so they could get away.

He feels slightly embarrassed by the praise, though he likes it. He buries his face in his tea for a second. He could get used to this, sitting here with Harry and spiked tea. He's pretty sure this isn't what they're meant to be doing, but it's better than any of the official things he can think of.

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Harry had seen the fox, but he had not been able to prove it was related to Eggsy's sudden crash. It had seemed likely, rewatching the tape, but likely wasn't the confirmation he got from Eggsy now. "You didn't want to hit the fox." Not a pointless death, or worse, maiming it and having to put it down. Harry had had kills like that.

Hitting a fox with a car and following an order from Kingsman weren't the same, he reminded himself. Eggsy would do fine, Eggsy would trust Merlin (he hoped, hoped Eggsy had learned to trust Merlin after the parachute incident). Lancelot... it would suit him. "Do you know the stories of Lancelot, Eggsy? The Arthurian myths?"

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Eggsy nods. He knows how people get about shit like this; his own mates had told him he ought to have run it over. They were right, likely, but Eggsy doesn't want to hurt living things that don't deserve it. He reserves his brutality for people that do - and only people. Animals don't deserve most of the shit that people put them through. Foxes are pests, but it's not like they know better.

He frowns a bit and shakes his head at Harry's question. "Not really. I mean, King Arthur pulled Excalibur from a stone or somethin', yeah? Then he became the King. I seen the Disney film but that's just King Arthur."

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Harry drains his tea and pours himself another one, adding another dose of rum to it. "Arthur, the once and future king. The stories are very... layered by history. Arthur was mostly likely a pre Christian tribal warlord who successfully united a large number of tribes under his rule. When Christianity came to Britain, it came to the stories and they developed more nuances and more overt religious connections. Lancelot du Lac, or Lancelot of the Lake, was reputedly Arthur's closest friend... and betrayed him by having an affair with his Queen, Guinevere, which would eventually lead to the downfall of Camelot."

He had books somewhere... Eggsy might enjoy reading them at some point, once he had finished the trial. "Obviously, we just use names rather than ascribe any traits based on them. After all, Galahad was Lancelot's son, and renowned for his purity and piety and yes, Merlin did nearly laugh himself sick when I was given that title."

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"All right, so Kingsman takes the names of these knights cos of the legendary significance or whatever, somethin' like recognisable."

He laughs, too, at the idea of Merlin ragging on Harry for the Galahad thing. Harry certainly didn't seem like someone pure or pious (which Eggsy was grateful for, really). And Eggsy himself...well, he would never betray anyone. So maybe Lancelot wouldn't suit him, but that didn't matter. He wanted it anyway.

He drinks the rest of his tea but doesn't pour another yet. "So could I get the grand tour of your digs?" he asks, hoping it doesn't sound to nosy or eager. Harry said I want you to be comfortabe here so he figures the curiosity isn't too big a deal.

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"It's more interesting than some of the titles we could have run with and it gives a lovely sense of chivalry and honour to what we do." Rather than numbers, or anything else. "Also, of course, all knights of the table were considered equals, and so each of us is equal to any other."

It's an important part of it. No one out ranks anyone else. With the exception of Arthur, of course.

"Mm. If you wish." Harry stood up, setting aside his tea cup. "You've seen most of the downstairs. And my office. There's not much more, but you can come and see it. This way."

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"Right, the round table and all," Eggsy says. He remembers that part just from hearing about it, at least. He wonders if the other Kingsman would really consider him equal the way Harry does. He's not sold on that, but that doesn't matter yet. If it matters later on, he's pretty sure Harry would stand up for him (not that he needs him to).

He grins, pleased at Harry's response and goes to follow. "So why you don't live in, like, a manor house or whatever? If I was rich, I'd buy my mum a fuckin' mansion." Not I'd live in a mansion. Eggsy's not that selfish. He wants to give his mum a way to escape Dean, to escape council housing. Sure, sure, he'd get a kick out of living in a mansion himself, but it's really only some dumb fantasy. He's not serious, not exactly.

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Harry tuts, clicking his tongue. "Eggsy, my dear boy... What would I do with a manor house?" He gestures around them as they walk up the stairs. "It's just me and I'm not here that often." His house is a house, not so much a home. "I grew up in a very large house with a lot of empty rooms that were simply kept closed off and I never saw the point. Plus, I like the location here. My neighbours aren't nosy and it's not far from work."

He opens the door to the guest room, which is impeccable and has less insects than most of the place. "Merlin threatened to set fire to the room if I put insects in here that would, quote, 'Stare with buggy dead eyes at me'."

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Eggsy laughs. "I dunno. What does anyone do with a manor house?" he asks, rhetorically. Harry's answer is so practical, not all imaginative, but it seems pretty honest and that's good enough.

His eyes scan the bedroom. The whole house is Harry's old-fashioned (to Eggsy's mind) aesthetic, but this one does have less butterflies and whatever else. He wonders where Harry got this obsession with them, like some sort of museum display.

"I can even hear him sayin' that," Eggsy says, still grinning his amusement. Of course his mum's flat is two bedrooms. He didn't have any siblings until Daisy was born unexpectedly, but his room's too small to share with her. Even Harry's guest room is bigger than his, though. The house isn't Eggsy's grandiose idea of a manor house, but it's not tiny either.

He turns back to Harry. "So just your room, then?" he says, trying to be innocuous and not entirely succeeding. He absolutely knows better than to throw innuendo at Harry Hart. He does! But he knows better than a lot of things and does them anyway.

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"Mostly fill it with old things that no one really wants and force the next generation to pretend to care." There's a reason Harry's parents are trying to outlive him and it's not just the title part of the inheritance. "And then have to either hire staff to dust it or let it get completely filthy."

He looks at Eggsy with a slightly indulgent smile. Eggsy is not subtle, whatever he thinks about it, but Harry also knows Eggsy is very eager to please, prone to making bad, spur of the moment decisions and has father figure and authority issues that have taken near twenty years to build up to this.

And he's his mentor.

He should not do exactly what he does, which is go to his own room and open the door, gesturing Eggsy in ahead of him.

Harry's bedroom is expensive, luxurious and comfortable, just what a quietly hedonistic spy can enjoy. There's rich, deep greens and blues and tones of gold for highlight, the furniture is all heavy, dark wood and there's probably a few more mirrors than any one person should rightly need outside of a tailor's shop.

There's also no insects. There's not a lot of decoration for the sake of decoration at all.

"That door is the ensuite, and there's actually three separate caches hidden just in this room."

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Eggsy doesn't even manage a snappy retort to Harry's talk about what rich people do. It's no secret that he can't stand rich people's bullshit, but he just entirely forgets about that when Harry opens the bedroom door.

He stands just inside the doorway. It says a lot about Harry, he thinks. He notices details not just because Kingsman trained him to, but because he does that anyway. He spent years stealing from houses and shops and cars, after all. Besides that, he's bright and inquisitive by nature.

"Fuck me," he says, not for the first time. It's his go-to phrase for when he can't think of anything else. It gets him in trouble occasionally, but he says it unthinkingly, without yet looking back at Harry.

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Harry puts his hands on eggsy's shoulders and pushes him in slightly so he can actually step into the room himself. He doesn't close the door, it would be inviting trouble and Harry has never needed to invite that along. He can find it fine on his own.

He does snort slightly, smothering it with a cough. "Dear boy, you must stop making that offer willy-nilly to people, because one day, someone will take you up on it. Especially when you're standing in a bedroom with them."

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Eggsy looks back at Harry, but does as expected, moving the rest of the way into the room and pretending not to be embarrassed about it.

He turns back around all the way at Harry's words. As usual, his mouth opens before he can think better of it, and he says, "Maybe I'm just hopin' someday someone will," instead of explaining it's just an expression or making some excuse.

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Harry clearly knows it's just an expression, but he has terrible impulse control in some ways and the chance for a bit of flirting was too much.

It would be glorious. He knows that. It's also a terrible idea. Not even the sort of terrible that Harry usually dives head first into. "Oh, Eggsy," he sighs softly. "That would not be a good idea."

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Harry's answer is actually more than he expects. It's not exactly no. It's not some indication that Harry doesn't have interest. He's not aware of the exact number of years between them but it's a lot. Eggsy doesn't really care about things like that. Harry's well fit, and it's...more than that, but he's not really enough of a navel gazer to have that sorted in his head yet.

"Ain't like I'm gonna tell no one," he says, shrugging, trying to play this as cool as he does most things. He's half-successful at it, but his eyes are too busy searching Harry's face to sell it entirely.

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Whereas Harry is acutely aware that he's twice Eggsy's age and in face old enough to be his father and then some. Which... is not entirely an issue, Harry is aware that he can probably keep up with someone younger than he is.

"No, you have far more class than that, I'm aware. It would still be highly inadvisable. I'm your mentor, I have a position of power over you. Plus, I'm older than your father, whom I was also a mentor to." He can't bring himself to reject Eggsy, it would be a lie, such a lie, but maybe a bit of cold reality will help the boy.

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"Highly inadvisable?" Eggsy parrots back, looking unimpressed with that answer. "Like either one of us gives a shit what's advisable or not." He hasn't known Harry that long, but he's gleaned enough from the way Merlin talks about him to know he's not exactly a strict rule follower. Besides, if he was, he'd have never picked Eggsy for his nomination.

"I know how old you are," he says, though it's not strictly true. At least he's aware Harry's older than his dad would be if he were alive. He changes his approach, teasing smile playing at the corners of his lips. "But you ain't said you ain't into me yet. You thought about it? What you'd like to do to me if I was all for it?"

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Harry has never followed a rule a day in his life unless it suited him. But he doesn't mean inadvisable from a rule point of view. No one would be silly enough to try that on him. "Eggsy, darling, you have no idea how old I am, and, you cheeky boy, you are quite aware of the fact you're a beautiful young man and it would take a man far less interested in young men than me to deny that.

"But."

He puts his hands on Eggsy's shoulders. "You're under my care. Your mother sort of hates me. And I really don't think I'd be willing to give you up after one night."

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“So you have thought about it, then,” Eggsy says, ignoring the part of Harry’s answer he doesn’t like, just for a second.

“My mum don’t gotta know,” he says. “What else you gonna teach me that I don’t already know?”

He’s not entirely sure how to rebut the last bit, and he falters for a second. The idea that someone like Harry might want to hang on to him for more than a quick shag isn’t something he’s thought too much about.

“Who says you gotta give me up after one?” he finally manages.

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"No more than you have," Harry retorts. "And I'd have to give you up, because I have never been anyone's secret and I don't intend on starting at my age. I would want to parade you through the streets on my arm and take you to dinner tucked against my side and your solution to your mother hating me is simply to not tell her."

He takes Eggsy's chin in his grip and lifts his face up, looking over his features. Such a beautiful boy, in so many ways. Harry would like to keep him, but Eggsy is young and doesn't need to be committing to anything more than he already has in Kingsman. "I wouldn't ask more than a night. I wouldn't be able to leave it at that."

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Eggsy’s breath catches just slightly when Harry takes his chin. His eyes seem a darker green here in the soft bedroom light. He hadn’t dared imagine the romantic aspects; he’s a romantic at heart, but he’s not an idiot. Mostly he’d stick to entirely inappropriate thoughts, not giving himself more than that. But here he is now, wondering what it would be like to be Harry Hart’s arm candy.

There’s a lot he doesn’t tell his mum, he thinks. Maybe he could convince her to come round though? Especially if he could get Daisy to like Harry, finally get them all out from under Dean’s thumb...

He’s getting way ahead of himself and forces all of that away again.

“Well we got a night,” he says, softly and without pretence. It’s a much more honest way to be. He’s rarely very honest, but Harry deserves that much.

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"Lead me not into temptation, for I can find it on my own," Harry murmurs. Eggsy is lovely, ridiculously lovely, so fiercely loyal and brilliant and that just glows through his already beautiful features.

"We do have that." It's all they might get, before Eggsy is off to the test and Harry may need to chase another lead. He only knows he has this time because it's the rules. His candidate made the final test, so he gets these twenty four hours with him. "If that's really how you want to spend them."

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Eggsy’s smile is all mischief when he answers, “Reckon that’s the best way to spend the night.” He’s had it bad for Harry since he saw him fight those goons in the pub just after they’d met. Even when he’d thought Harry was some ex-soldier and nothing more, he’d been impressive, impeccably dressed, way pot of Eggsy’s league. He still feels that’s likely true, but like that’s ever stopped him from trying something.

He finally dares to reach for Harry, hand coming up to the man’s face, thumb brushing along his cheek. It’s a tender gesture, soft and restrained because he doesn’t want to go too hard right off and make Harry change his mind.

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Harry's eyes close at the tough, almost all the way, gaze downcast and just taking note of his it feels, the warmth, the gentleness.

"Oh fuck it," he sighs out, and pulls Eggsy in, kissing him slow and deep.

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Eggsy’s surprised at first, then smiles round the kiss, then gives into it as entirely as he does most things, without shame or reluctance. There’s no reason he can see to hold back if Harry’s actually planning to give him what he wants.

His arms find their way around Harry, pressing himself closer.

When the kiss breaks, he says “Yes, Harry,” his lips centimetres away from Harry’s.

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Harry's impulse control isn't the greatest, especially not when there's minimal reason to stop and no Merlin shouting in his ear. Add in Eggsy, willing and enthusiastic, and Harry's got not hope of putting brakes of this anymore.

Both hands somehow find Eggsy's face, cupping his cheeks and jaw and holding him in the perfect position to kiss him. Even his words just bring a small smile to his lips. "Thank you for clarifying that, Eggsy."

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Eggsy can't help but laugh just a touch at Harry's comment before he leans up to kiss him again. While he does that, his hands move down, working at Harry's shirt to untuck it from his trousers, figuring that's the easiest way to get hands on skin without fumbling with buttons (though eventually he'll have to). He's not entirely inexperienced at this, but he lacks finesse here that he'd have fighting or free running or any of that.

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Frankly, Harry would far rather get Eggsy as naked as possible as fast as possible, but he appreciates the enthusiasm to get hands on skin. "There's. No. Rush." Each words between kisses, though he's unzipping Eggsy's jacket and trying to push it back off his shoulders.

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Eggsy takes his hands off Harry only long enough to wiggle out of his jacket, letting it fall to the floor before he goes back at it. His hands find the buttons on Harry's shirt; those are easy to undo, even when he's not looking. So are belts, so he goes for that next.

"No rush," he agrees, "but I been thinkin' about this for fuckin' ever." It's been something like a year since they met at the police station, and right now that seems to be a lifetime ago.