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]

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.

[fucking_gentleman]

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."

[bulldoginnit]

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.

[fucking_gentleman]

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."

[bulldoginnit]

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.

[fucking_gentleman]

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.

[bulldoginnit]

"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?"

[fucking_gentleman]

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."

[bulldoginnit]

“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.

[fucking_gentleman]

"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."

[bulldoginnit]

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.

[fucking_gentleman]

"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."

[bulldoginnit]

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.

[fucking_gentleman]

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.

[bulldoginnit]

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.

[fucking_gentleman]

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."

[bulldoginnit]

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.

[fucking_gentleman]

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.

[bulldoginnit]

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.