Eggsy clenched his hand around his scotch glass, half expecting the glass to break from the pressure as he watched Harry chat with a rather good looking prick who had approached Harry not two minutes after Eggsy had left the table.
Harry sat on a chair about ten feet away, drinking a martini as the tall, thin bloke talked to him, clearly enchanted by Harry’s sensual lips.
Harry rested the martini glass on the table, leaning back on his chair as he rested his elbow against the top edge of the chair and interlaced his fingers together, opening himself up for conversation.
He assessed the man; he seemed to be in his mid thirties, was good looking, and obviously wanted to get in his pants, but he was no Eggsy.
Not that that mattered, the boy was his protégé and nothing more. He needed to get over his infatuation - he didn’t dare call it something else - for the boy. Eggsy would never be his, no matter how much he wanted to pin him against his bed, have his way with him, and then keep him there until their bodies fused together and they became one.
God, he needed to think about something - anything - else, or his body was going to react in a less than ideal way, especially considering that he had company.
Perhaps a good fuck would help him get his mind off things. He gave the man a dazzling smile as he tilted his head to the side, knowing exactly how effective that could be.
Eggsy walked to the table just as the man leaned in closer, his face far too close to Harry’s for comfort. Eggsy had no idea what had come over him, but whatever it was, there was no stopping it now.
He reached the table in record time, draping his arm around Harry’s shoulder possessively. The man immediately moved away, flinching as he saw Eggsy’s feral expression.
“Sorry I took so long babe, I needed to go to the loo.” Eggsy gave Harry his best disarming smile as he leaned in to capture the edge of Harry’s bottom lip to satiate the intense need he felt to show this man that Harry was not up for grabs.
Harry was unable to hide his surprise as he felt Eggsy’s lip faintly touch his own. What was the boy doing? He had never seen him this angry at a stranger, and he had never seen him this possessive either.
Was he… Jealous? Could it really be? Did Eggsy really feel the same way?
Harry’s heart rate skyrocketed as he clamped down on the hope that threatened to overwhelm him, not ready to face the impending reality that would crush said hope.
Eggsy remained glued to Harry’s side until the man moved away, clearly uncomfortable. Eggsy didn’t move away immediately, only then realizing what he had done.
Harry cleared his throat. “Care to share what happened to you just now?”
“I’m sorry,” Eggsy said without really meaning it. “I just-"He scratched the back of his head. "I couldn’t- He was hittin’ on yeh.”
“Yes, I realized,” Harry said, a small smile playing on his lips.
Eggsy flushed scarlet, looking away from those beautiful brown eyes. “Well, he shouldn’t have.”
“And why not?” Harry asked, placing his hand on the nape of Eggsy’s neck as he forced the young man to look at him.
Eggsy swallowed hard as he felt Harry’s breath against his face. He smelled like scotch and honey - it was intoxicating. “Don’t yeh know?”
Harry licked his lips, his eyes dilating as he brought Eggsy even closer. “Tell me now if I’m reading this the wrong way.”
Eggsy didn’t answer, he simply closed the distance between their lips, unable to hold back a groan as Harry’s tongue began exploring his mouth. He ran his hands down Harry’s back, aware of the awkwardness of their position and the fact that they were doing this in public.
He pulled away reluctantly as he gave the couple sitting close to them a sheepish look.
Harry chuckled, caressing Eggsy’s face softly. “We should take this somewhere more private.”