Kingsman One Shots

Eggsy x Harry

Harry makes Eggsy watch some classic movies, but things don't go entirely as planned.

Ratatat.

The 3 raps at the door made Harry jump, and he cursed silently. Why was he so on edge today? It was only Eggsy.

Only Eggsy. Harry sighed quietly as he made his way through the townhouse to answer the door. Eggsy could never be only Eggsy to him. He'd always be so much more. Ever since he'd picked up the young and tragically handsome former layabout from outside that poloce station. As they grew closer and closer, Harry's feelings grew stronger and stronger, until they had reached boiling point right about a few days ago. Eggsy was stunning, with a stubborn, hard working attitude to match- the man of his dreams. But Harry had never plucked up the courage or stupidity to tell him.

Checking his reflection in the hallway mirror, Harry almost slapped himself as he smoothed his hair and adjusted his glasses. "Stop preening you fool," he muttered nervously "And get a fucking grip".

Squaring his broad shoulders, Harry took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Hey Hart, how's it going?" Eggsy grinned in his familiar cheeky way as Harry opened the door to his young protégé. The first and foremost reason he couldn't make a move- he was Eggsy's superior, and to begin a romantic relationship with one's own recruit would most likely be frowned on by the Kingsman Institution.

Not that there had ever been a specific discussion of sorts- But Kingsman agents were discouraged from romantic relationships of any sort, let alone within their own ranks.

"Come in Eggsy," Harry smiled tightly, ignoring the flipflop he felt in his gut, holding open the door so Eggsy could step through into his home. As the young man brushed past him, Harry caught a whiff of deodorant and some sort of cologne mixed together, an intoxicating smell that Harry had to force himself from sniffing too fervently.

"So why'd ya call me here? Not that I'm not happy to be here, I just assumed there was some purpose to it".

Eggsy walked through to the dining room, leaning his elbows on the back of one of the chairs. Harry's chair, Harry noticed, with tingling sensation. "Coincidence," he reprimanded his overactive imagination before replying to Eggsy.

"Well there isn't really a professional reason, but as I'm sure you remember that being my protégé, it requires us to spend a fair amount of time together, correct?" Harry addressed Eggsy, his eyes meeting the young man's sparkling green ones. Stop it stop it stop Harry for fuck's sake-

"Yeah I 'spose you're right, I'd prefer bein' here than at home with..." Eggsy paused, face troubled, and Harry knew he was thinking about Dean. The simmering rage he felt at the man's treatment of Eggsy and his mother came to the forefront of his mind as he recalled the years of abuse Eggsy had suffered at that wanker's hands.

"You're always welcome here, Eggsy," Harry felt himself say quietly , and Eggsy returned his gaze from the floor back to Harry, bright eyes boring into his.

"But as I was saying," Harry paced out of the dining room, hands linked behind his back in an effort to stop them shaking "Spending time together in a crucial part of bonding for a Kingsman and his apprentice".

"And a modern-day gentleman should have knowledge on classic films". Eggsy stood at the doorway of Harry's living room, eyeing the giant flat screen television that took up almost all of one wall. "Wicked", he breathed, that smile gracing his perfect features.

"I'm aware you have viewed My Fair Lady, but what do you say we watch some of these?" Harry held up the well-watched DVDs, which he'd spent many a lonely night parked on his sofa watching. Lonely, he added silently, due to Eggsy's absence.