“Merlin,” Eggsy hissed only after Harry went to take a shower. “There’s only one bed in here, mate.”
[“Yes, I know.”]
[“And you’re both adults, so if I hear one word of complaint I’ll have you sleep in a cardboard box behind a petrol station on your next mission.”]
Eggsy hugged, taking off my glasses. “Don’t have to bite my head off,” he muttered.
The bed was queen size, easily large enough for both of them, but not large enough for him, Harry, and his massive crush on Harry. It was embarrassing, it was, but he couldn’t think of another solution. Sleep on the floor? No way Harry would let him, and no way he would let Harry. The room was their hiding spot for the night, simply getting another was out of the question (Merlin said so.)
Eggsy jumped when he heard the shower turn off. Fuck. He hurriedly changed to his pajamas, a gift from Harry last Easter and tucked himself in on the far left of the bed. Any further and he’d be hanging off the side, but he’d slept in worse places.
Harry came out a few minutes later, also dressed for bed, his hair only slightly damp. “Would you mind if I read for a bit?”
“Knock yourself out,” Eggsy said with faux nonchalance. He was lying stiff as a board with his back to Harry and his face buried in his pillow. Even if light did bother him, he wouldn’t be able to see it.
He felt the blankets move and the mattress shift. Eggsy could see in his mind’s eye, Harry sitting up in bed, reading from a tablet where he kept digital copies of all the books that lined the shelves in his bedroom. So domestic, it shouldn’t have turned Eggsy on as much as it did. He snuggled further into his pillow and sighed. “Goodnight Harry.”
Eggsy woke up in increments the next morning, until he was fully conscious and staring happily at the blackout curtains over the hotel window. He’d have to remember to get those installed in his room, and in Harry’s guest room for how often he slept there. He wondered if Harry was up yet, Eggy hadn’t bothered to check his mobile, so he had no idea what time it was.
If Harry was up, Eggsy thought it was rather rude of him to just wander off. Still, Eggsy wouldn’t complain, not when he was bundled up in the middle of the comfortable bed, warm and content and—
Oh, of course. Clearly he hadn’t been as fully conscious as he thought, because he was only just becoming aware of the arm draped over his waist, the face nuzzled into his hair, and the taller, firm body spooning up against him. Eggsy shifted, then froze, yup, that was morning wood pressed against his arse. Eggsy’s own cock twitched in interest and he mentally scolded it.
Harry murmured something and hugged Eggsy tighter. Eggsy cursed the thin, but luxuries material of his pajamas, they did nothing to protect him from the rigid heat as Harry snuffled and moved his hips.
Eggsy was torn; on the one hand, this was honestly one of his private fantasies, but on the other, he wasn’t so fucking low that he’d take advantage of the situation. Eggsy didn’t try to move away, Harry was a light sleeper and Eggsy didn’t fancy being almost killed in sixteen different ways. So he cleared his throat loudly, hoping that would be enough.
It was. Harry immediately tensed up, and Eggsy felt a long exhale of air against the back of his neck. There was a moment, a pause where Eggsy was sure Harry was cataloguing all their points of contact. Eggsy yelped when Harry moved his arm and it inadvertently brushed over his groin.
Harry paused again. Eggsy gulped, “Good morning Harry.”
“Good morning Eggsy.” Eggsy almost wanted to kick him for sounding so perfectly composed.
“Have a good sleep?”
“Quite.” Harry started to remove his hand again, this time with more care, but Eggsy caught his wrist.
“Got a question, Harry.” His red face burned hotter than he’d ever felt, but Eggsy had the strangest ‘now or never’ feeling. He knew Harry, knew this would hurt any chance Eggsy might ever have with him. Harry stopped moving, so Eggsy asked. “How does a gentleman show he’s interested?”
The curtains grew more and more interesting the longer Harry’s silence continued. Eggsy wondered if he should have just let the man leave the bed with their dignity intact, but then Harry hummed, “It depends on his intentions.”
Eggsy licked his lips, the hand holding Harry’s wrist was practically shaking. “And what if he’s been mad for the other party for a long time now?”
Once again Harry took his time in answering, but his thumb rubbed circles on Eggsy’s hip. It was enough to ground Eggsy while he waited.
Harry kissed his shoulder, “Then it sounds like something he and the other party should discuss once they’re out of hostile territory.”
Eggsy whined, pushing his bum back against Harry, “Can’t we at least get off a bit?”
“After we brush out teeth.” Harry patted Eggsy’s hip and rolled out of bed.