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“Eggsy.”
He turned, not quite believing his eyes as snow swirled between him and Harry.
“What are you doing here?” He couldn’t quite trust his eyes, had to make sure that this wasn’t some elaborate hope or yet another of his dreams as he discreetly pinched his hand.
“I wanted to see if you were available for smaller missions as well as killing megalomaniacs. Good job with that by the way.”
“I fucking thought that you was dead.” He knew he wasn’t dreaming now, he’d pinched himself and Harry was still here, talking to him in a way that only Harry ever could.
“Well yes, I was, but I realized I’d left something back home and couldn’t let it end that way. That and the paramedics reached me in time and were able to get me medical attention in time.” The older agent gestured to a wound at the edge of his head, the small scar visible even in the meager street light.
“Which was?” He found himself stepping closer, Merlin and Roxy all but forgot in the car behind him.
“Well I realized I’d forgotten to” Harry paused, looking at him steadily “kiss you goodbye. Do you mind?”
He tried to play it cool, shrugging and trying to act like he was thinking about it, trying not to show that how much he still couldn’t believe that Harry was alive. In front of him. Much less wanting to kiss him. “Not really. No.”
Harry leaned forward, about to kiss him, and then he had to go and open his mouth, had to make sure this was really happening. “So you’re really not dead then.”
“No, I’m not.” The corners of his mouth were curling upwards, all the smile that he really expected from the older agent.
He found himself grinning at Harry, unable to let this go without confirming everything at least one last time. “And you’re staying here.”
“So it would seem.” Harry was finally leaning in again, and then there was noise from behind him, causing him to start and look down. Right. Merlin and Roxy. And that would be JB barking in the car as well.
“Friends of yours,” Harry asked teasingly and Eggsy grinned, shaking his head.
“Ain’t never seen them before in my life.”
They were about to kiss, again, finally, when Roxy’s voice came from the car. “Look, are you coming to fucking Paris or not.”
He turned toward her, wincing a bit and pulling a face. “Not.”
“No fucking room anyway,” Merlin chimed in.
“Maybe we should just go upstairs,” Harry suggesting.
“Fucking good idea,” he agreed, taking a step backwards toward his new apartment.
“Come on lets go,” Roxy told Merlin, then leaned out the car long enough to yell back at him. “We’ll go ahead and take JB, you two have fun.”
Harry had just followed him in the door, it barely closing before he was leaning in from behind, dipping down to press a kiss to his cheek.
He turned, not willing to just sit back passively, and Harry wrapped his arms around his back. It was slower than he expected, a quick kiss before Harry was pulling back, tilting his head slightly then leaning back in for another. He found his hands moving up to touch Harry’s jaw, slightly surprised that there was a bit of stubble there, then realizing that it meant the older Agent had probably been in such a rush he hadn’t taken the time for it.
Very unlike him.
And it was doing absolutely devastating things in his pants.
Now that things had started he couldn’t find it in himself to stop, letting one arm loop around behind Harry’s head. There was no time to think, no time to process that Harry was alive. It took all of his focus just to breathe, the rest was Harry. Harry’s lips tugging at his own, Harry’s tongue delving into his mouth, Harry’s body pressed against him.
“Wait a fucking minute,” he said, not really drawing back but parting their lips long enough to talk. “Nice gentlemen don’t kiss like that.”
“Oh yes they fucking do,” Harry said, eyes trained on him until Eggsy stretched up into another kiss.