A little something to tide us over until the trailer finally drops. :-)
Eggsy groans. He throws his head back, and Harry looks up in time to see him
refresh his Facebook feed one more time.
“Still waiting, I take it,” he observes.
“What was your first clue?” Eggsy retorts. He sits
up straight again, resettles his laptop across his thighs, and refreshes the
Harry puts his thumb in between the pages of the book he’s
currently reading, then gives Eggsy his full attention. “This is that
trailer you’ve been waiting on? Heroes Glory?"
Glory,“ Eggsy says. "I’ve only told you like a hundred times.” He
refreshes his feed. “And yeah, that’s the one."
"I see,” Harry says. He glances at his Bremont;
it’s been two hours since dinner, and in all that time he doubts Eggsy has even
thought about doing something besides sit curled up on the couch with his
laptop and his growing impatience. “Why don’t you try walking away?"
Eggsy looks up at him, aghast with horror. "It’ll drop
if I do that! And then I’ll miss it!"
"I might be old and out of touch,” Harry says with
a touch of asperity, “but the last time I checked, videos like that don’t just
disappear without warning."
"You never know,” Eggsy mutters darkly, and
refreshes the page again.
“Your dog needs a walk,” Harry suggests helpfully.
Eggsy doesn’t even glance up. “It’s your turn to take
"I wasn’t aware we took turns with JB,” Harry
Eggsy refreshes the page, mutters something under his
breath, then says, “It ain’t time yet. ‘sides, look at him. He’s all
curled up in his bed."
This is definitely true, and Harry bites back a sigh. He’s
had enough of Eggsy’s insufferable nature tonight.
And to think people have the nerve to call him stubborn.
He sets his book down and slides across the couch to sit
right beside Eggsy. He reaches up and gently takes hold of Eggsy’s chin. Eggsy
makes a faint questioning noise, then Harry turns his head and kisses him.
Eggsy leans into the kiss right away, warm and eager like
always. But just before they draw apart, Harry opens his eyes and sees that
Eggsy is peeking at his computer screen.
He doesn’t even think. He just reacts, his hand shooting out
and forcefully closing the laptop.
"Oi!” Eggsy snatches his hands back. “You
almost got my fingers!"
"Well it’s not like you’re doing anything with
them,” Harry points out.
Eggsy gives him a look, glances almost longingly at the
laptop – this trailer must be pretty amazing from the way he’s going on about
it – and then turns toward Harry. “Okay then,” he says. He grins.
“If that’s how you want to play it."
"I do indeed,” Harry says solemnly, but he’s
already fighting back a smile.
It turns out Eggsy can put his hands to far better use than just
hitting the Refresh button for hours on end. At some point the laptop slides
off the couch and lands on the floor, but it’s cushioned by their shirts, which
have already been cast away, and so no harm comes to it.
And when Eggsy’s phone dings with the long-awaited alert, neither one of them pays it any attention.