[ thomas takes another sip of his tea. maybe he should have spiked it. ]
It is what it is.
[ that's all he has to say on the matter. it "fucking blows", yes, but what point is there in lingering on it? at least with peter as his apprentice, he'd -- well, found a renewed sense of purpose. here, he doesn't have that, but he has more people he's cared about than he's let himself have since the war.
that outweighs the heavy fog of grief at the loss of his world, most days. ]
[ he sets his plate aside to lean forward on his knees, watching thomas now. it is what it is. hadn't that been eggsy's reaction to his shitty circumstances? yeah. 'cause all you can do is go on. ]
Thanks. [ a beat. ] For telling me, I mean, and answering my questions.
[ he thinks he might have more to ask, but — that's enough for one day. ]
[ thomas steels himself for a moment, back straight despite the comfortable chair. ] The night at the bar, when you asked if I could think of reasons not to?
[ when his own answer had been "none i want to mention right now" or something to that effect. this had been what he'd been thinking of at the time. ]
[ it takes him half a minute to think back, mouth slipping open in a small o. fucking hell, he remembers alright, and he's kicking himself for not asking about it afterwards. so much for being a super spy. ]
Yeah. [ so, thomas had thought about it then: the age difference that's a step above picking up an older bloke at the bar. eggsy doesn't know if he would have liked to know, then, or if he'd have believed thomas, at that point. hell, it might not have changed anything. he bites the inside of his cheek as he runs through their interactions since then. ]
Is that why you've been [ he hesitates, considering his word choice. ] off, when I've been chatting you up?
thomas considers it for a moment. turns over their interactions in his mind and fits the label to them. it's as accurate as any, or has been at times. ]
Yes. [ he says after a moment, and - ] For the better part of my life, kissing a man even in private was a crime.
[ but the truth is that while that's had an impact, he's less -- off around john, for the most part, who is still considerably younger than thomas but has maybe twenty years on eggsy, so the age has a lot to do with it. ]
Guess I hadn't thought about that part. [ an admission of his naivete or an apology for pushing boundaries. maybe both. perhaps it was naive of him not to consider thomas' background. he knows that even in the eighties, things were different. hell, things are still far from ideal. ] It ain't the same at all, but Dean, my stepdad, he and his mates always gave me shit about it. Not that they knew or anything, but — still made a point of calling me a rent boy. [ he adds quickly, ] Which I'm not.
[ just in case the thought crosses thomas' mind, even cursorily, when eggsy lives with a well-off older man and hit on someone else (thomas) fitting that bill on a night out. ]
I just mean I get that it's not always easy.
[ even if it always seems easy for him. he knows he doesn't — and couldn't — understand the extent of thomas' experience. ]
[ thomas inclines his head, acknowledgement more than anything else. it's not always easy, no -- and he's sorry to hear that has remained constant over the years, even when the legal situation's changed.
and the thought of eggsy as a rent boy hadn't crossed his mind, not that there's anything wrong with it, but -- he also doesn't want to let eggsy believe that the age and the fact that they're both men is something that thomas is deeply bothered by.
not that they aren't factors. not that they're not -- perhaps amongst the main factors. but, ]
I haven't really been the type to go out and -- kiss anyone, [ much less do anything more than kissing ] for a very long time.
[ eggsy wonders how much of thomas' type is down to being, well, thomas or if it has to do with going backwards and then getting stuck, as it were. he supposes it doesn't matter much, regardless.
everything's a factor. that, at least, eggsy can understand. ]
But then a pushy bit of rough corners you at the bar, [ quite literally, at one point. the memory pinks his cheeks. eggsy had certainly been forward that night, but he'd caught thomas looking. he'd felt a hand firm on his hip and then asked to be sure. ] and everything's off.
[ there it is again. off. he'd meant it to be teasing, but it sounds more observational. rusty, he'd joked the last night he'd been in thomas' house, but things are different now. ]
[ it's a lot. after years of withdrawing from the world, even peter had been a lot. welcome, dragging him back into the present, but nonetheless a lot. losing the entire world, peter in stasis, a loss of purpose -- it would have been all too easy to fall back into that same haze again. to withdraw.
instead, here he is. having scones and tea with a young man who'd summarily seduced thomas (not a difficult task that night) in a bar and been a stable part of his life since. a friend, really. ]
Yes.
[ he admits after a moment, because that's not inaccurate. (if he has to swallow at the memory of eggsy pushing him against the bar, well -- he doesn't think anyone could blame him for that.)
and he'd never asked, after, if eggsy had been all right with it, with whatever it had been in the air that loosened their inhibitions, thomas' perhaps more than eggsy's, whether he'd taken any liberties. eggsy had answered those questions easily, implicitly -- but perhaps there's something he never said quite clearly enough himself: ]
[ no, he hadn’t said it clearly enough, not like this, so plainly reassuring. to be fair, eggsy hadn't asked either, perhaps for fear of the answer. presently, his brows arch in surprise. he’d thought that the choice of a phone call rather than a meeting and thomas’ subsequent reaction to eggsy asking about why things had changed — well, it seemed like it meant the end of his pushiness. and he would be alright with that 'cause it's thomas' friendship he values, not the odds of shagging again after a night where everything just happened. he hadn't gone home with someone else, then he'd run into thomas, and thomas had been bolder than ever. lucky, as he'd said to thomas after. ]
It wasn’t unwelcome then, [ a confirmation that thomas means that. his voice ticks up as he continues, canting his head. ] or it's not unwelcome now?
[ his eyes sharpen on thomas, searching for any signs of uncertainty. and suggesting that maybe he means right now and not a general now. now that eggsy knows the truth. ]
[ eggsy knows the truth -- and the fact remains that thomas wants, but he's not in a habit of allowing that to come to the forefront. he's not in a habit of letting himself even dwell on wanting. and yet, this place seems to have brought it all up again. sleeping with eggsy, sleeping with john, byerly's soft and seductive words -- every moment brings want closer to the surface again when he'd thought that he was all but empty of it.
thomas takes a breath and lets it out slowly, looking back at eggsy. steadily, hands relaxed on his thighs. ]
[ and eggsy believes him. he liked thomas almost immediately, after all, instinctively wanting to trust him even though that's something eggsy can't allow. (even with thomas divulging precious information, eggsy can't tell him i'm a spy or that he probably shouldn't sleep with the same person twice, or be as close with all of his friends as he is). at this point, eggsy has other things on his mind: thomas nightingale is over 100 even if he doesn't look it (jesus christ), thomas has trusted him with this information and confessed to wanting him, then and now (thank fuck, seeing as he very nearly felt guilty over the whole affair). rather than say something immediately, eggsy stands and wanders over to where thomas is seated. ]
[ with a sly smile. ] Then we're on the same page.
[ as much as they can be, with everything they are. ]
[ eggsy moves. thomas stays still. he stays in his armchair, hands on his thighs. eggsy wanders over, wanders, and thomas tips his head back and looks up at him, fingers twitching once before stilling again.
when he stands, it's slow. not the movements of an old man but something deliberate. this isn't where he'd seen the evening going. where he'd seen his revelation going -- but there's a part of thomas nightingale that was young once and remembers it still, a part that enjoys rubgy and boxing and eggsy's sly smile more than a man of his age and standing perhaps should. ]
[ it's easy, then, to close the distance, running a hand over thomas' collar. then cupping the back of his head and leaning in to kiss him. not chaste, but not the desperate snog he'd gone for in the bar, either. putting his money where his mouth is, as it were, not letting the magic or the misunderstanding bother him — and proving that it wasn't just something in the wyver air. he thinks this might be the only time sleeping with someone simplifies things instead of complicating them. ]
[ eggsy's putting his money where his mouth is, so who is thomas to do anything less than that? he kisses back, firm but unhurried, letting one of his hands settle at eggsy's hip again as he does. it's good. it was good before, in wyver, magic in the air, and it's not better now, but it's different, something inside thomas' chest more settled. ]
[ there's the hand on his hip again, a familiar and steady pressure. he sighs into the kiss, more content than anything else. and he smiles, too, tugging back momentarily to tease thomas. ]
Y'know, I was gonna be real smooth and straddle you in that chair, but this is good, too.
[ oh, he's been flirting mildly before, testing the lines when things had been unknown, and he's been serious, questioning and processing the revelation about thomas' age. now, he's allowed to be cheekier. ]
[ thomas' tone is mild, but there's an undercurrent of amusement at the cheekiness of it. he can just imagine it and he'd be lying if he said that for a moment, still sitting, he hadn't considered drawing eggsy into his lap instead of moving to stand.
but even with the secrets between them out of the way -- as far as thomas knows, at least -- he's not that sure of this yet. sure enough, though, to lift his free hand and brush his thumb over the corner of eggsy's mouth. ]
[ amusing thomas makes his eyes brighten. it's like winning approval, isn't it? a thrill every time.
eggsy hums in affirmation and parts his mouth slightly (invitingly, he'd hope). in his life, he's found that he's often more confident in physical things than verbalising his thoughts. perhaps that's the lack of heart-to-hearts in his life, with little communication going on at home. it's not something he dwells on, at any rate. particularly not in this moment, when he feels assured about the trajectory of his actions. ]
[ eggsy shouldn't have to feel like he needs to win approval, but thomas sees the way eggsy's eyes brighten and something softens in his own expression, inside his chest.
but despite the -- decidedly inviting -- hum and the urge to kiss eggsy again, thomas finds that he's not quite done talking yet. ]
Do you have a particular direction you see this going?
[ "this" -- right now, or in general. no is a perfectly acceptable answer; thomas doesn't have one beyond "i'd quite like to kiss you again" and that's only an answer for right now. ]
[ he blinks once. twice. shifts his weight from one leg to the other. ]
Not really. I mean, I don’t know. [ it feels like the wrong answer, but it’s the truth. he isn’t planning ahead, not regarding this — he feels as though doing so might qualify as breaking kingsman rules, at least if he looks beyond today and now. ] Guess I was hoping there’d be more kissing when I stood up and all.
[ teasing but again: it’s true. he would’ve said i’d like to fuck you again but that seems presumptuous when they’ve only reconnected moments ago. ]
[ thomas thinks it over for only a moment, one hand still on eggsy's hip and the other cupping his face, not withdrawing at all. ]
All right.
[ he says after that moment, and leans in again. he doesn't know whether that's a good answer, whether eggsy's is -- maybe there are no wrong answers, or no right ones. for now, this feels good. he wants to keep kissing eggsy. maybe more, too. he'd enjoyed their encounter a great deal, wyver air or no.
maybe that's enough.
(it used to be, for the young man he'd once been, the kind of man who'd look proper but who'd absolutely follow foreign dignitaries into dark rooms and sink on his knees for them. only when he'd been certain of their interest.
[ it feels like a long moment, when they’re so close but paused and eggsy’s attuned to nightingale, waiting for a reaction to his answer — an indication of nightingale’s own wishes. it reminds him of their first encounter, the moment when he’d asked to go home with thomas. ‘Course this might be better, seeing as it ends faster and with another kiss. this time, he presses more firmly, lifting one hand back to thomas’ face and lazily throwing his arm around thomas. there’s a level comfort to doing this with him that hasn’t been resent for all his liaisons in el nysa. he leans into it, deepening the kiss with flicks of tongue.
belatedly, he realises he ought to have volleyed the earlier question back. at this point, his retreat is more reluctant, keeping his hold on thomas. ]
Could revisit the lap idea, too. [ definitely a point of interest but not the point. ] Or whatever’s going on in your head.
[ ‘cause it seems as though thomas had thoughts of his own regarding where he sees this going, even if eggsy can’t ask for them outright. in general, eggsy thinks thomas considers more than he vocalises. ]
[ eggsy's not wrong in his assessment: thomas does consider a great deal more than he vocalises, watching and thinking and processing things even when he might not seem to be doing much at all. it's how he's learned his way around a new century, really.
but right now, he's content to keep kissing eggsy and perhaps, just for a while, to stop thinking. ]
Mh. [ it's just a noise, barely a hum. whatever's going on in your head isn't quite a question, and honestly, thomas isn't so certain of all the nuances of his own mind regarding this particular matter. he wants to keep kissing eggsy and see where this takes them, right now. in the long run, he's not sure. maybe "just see where it goes" is enough, maybe it isn't. maybe tomorrow he'll realise that in some ways, he's doing eggsy a disservice -- realise, or think that he is even though he mightn't be.
for now, he sinks back into the armchair. looking up at eggsy, lips curling into a grin that's almost mischievous. ]
I won't lie. Your idea is very appealing.
[ he tugs, gently, at eggsy's hip. an invitation. ]
[ should eggsy have asked more plainly? he could have pressed for answers, but the reply thomas gives is too good to deny, even for a second. perhaps that puts them on the same page again — enjoying without thinking. thomas’ grin alone, not unlike the roguish ones eggsy usually wears, is enough to pull him in, though the warm weight on his hip helps. he follows immediately (and if they weren’t already close, he’d trip over himself in his haste to get there).
if he’d thought thomas’ teasing was a win, this is next level. it earns one of eggsy’s impossibly bright smiles, easily reaching his eyes. he settles on thomas, knees bracketing his waist and cups thomas’ jaw to lean in for a quick kiss. eggsy’s well fit enough to find this comfortable. ]
Thomas. [ the glint in his eyes is undeniably mischievous. oh, he loves this — being indulged and indulging others. ] You oughta know that’s a scandalous confession.
[ even when asked plainly, thomas is not always willing or able to provide a clear answer. this works, for now, for them -- eggsy's weight and warmth sinking down onto thomas' lap in the armchair, straddling him, the slow and heated slide of their lips together. ]
In these circles?
[ thomas asks when the kiss breaks, if only momentarily, meaning himself and eggsy only. ]
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It is what it is.
[ that's all he has to say on the matter. it "fucking blows", yes, but what point is there in lingering on it? at least with peter as his apprentice, he'd -- well, found a renewed sense of purpose. here, he doesn't have that, but he has more people he's cared about than he's let himself have since the war.
that outweighs the heavy fog of grief at the loss of his world, most days. ]
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Thanks. [ a beat. ] For telling me, I mean, and answering my questions.
[ he thinks he might have more to ask, but — that's enough for one day. ]
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[ a beat. ]
Do you remember -
[ thomas steels himself for a moment, back straight despite the comfortable chair. ] The night at the bar, when you asked if I could think of reasons not to?
[ when his own answer had been "none i want to mention right now" or something to that effect. this had been what he'd been thinking of at the time. ]
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Yeah. [ so, thomas had thought about it then: the age difference that's a step above picking up an older bloke at the bar. eggsy doesn't know if he would have liked to know, then, or if he'd have believed thomas, at that point. hell, it might not have changed anything. he bites the inside of his cheek as he runs through their interactions since then. ]
Is that why you've been [ he hesitates, considering his word choice. ] off, when I've been chatting you up?
[ frank, as ever. ]
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thomas considers it for a moment. turns over their interactions in his mind and fits the label to them. it's as accurate as any, or has been at times. ]
Yes. [ he says after a moment, and - ] For the better part of my life, kissing a man even in private was a crime.
[ but the truth is that while that's had an impact, he's less -- off around john, for the most part, who is still considerably younger than thomas but has maybe twenty years on eggsy, so the age has a lot to do with it. ]
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Guess I hadn't thought about that part. [ an admission of his naivete or an apology for pushing boundaries. maybe both. perhaps it was naive of him not to consider thomas' background. he knows that even in the eighties, things were different. hell, things are still far from ideal. ] It ain't the same at all, but Dean, my stepdad, he and his mates always gave me shit about it. Not that they knew or anything, but — still made a point of calling me a rent boy. [ he adds quickly, ] Which I'm not.
[ just in case the thought crosses thomas' mind, even cursorily, when eggsy lives with a well-off older man and hit on someone else (thomas) fitting that bill on a night out. ]
I just mean I get that it's not always easy.
[ even if it always seems easy for him. he knows he doesn't — and couldn't — understand the extent of thomas' experience. ]
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and the thought of eggsy as a rent boy hadn't crossed his mind, not that there's anything wrong with it, but -- he also doesn't want to let eggsy believe that the age and the fact that they're both men is something that thomas is deeply bothered by.
not that they aren't factors. not that they're not -- perhaps amongst the main factors. but, ]
I haven't really been the type to go out and -- kiss anyone, [ much less do anything more than kissing ] for a very long time.
[ not since david mellenby. ]
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everything's a factor. that, at least, eggsy can understand. ]
But then a pushy bit of rough corners you at the bar, [ quite literally, at one point. the memory pinks his cheeks. eggsy had certainly been forward that night, but he'd caught thomas looking. he'd felt a hand firm on his hip and then asked to be sure. ] and everything's off.
[ there it is again. off. he'd meant it to be teasing, but it sounds more observational. rusty, he'd joked the last night he'd been in thomas' house, but things are different now. ]
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instead, here he is. having scones and tea with a young man who'd summarily seduced thomas (not a difficult task that night) in a bar and been a stable part of his life since. a friend, really. ]
Yes.
[ he admits after a moment, because that's not inaccurate. (if he has to swallow at the memory of eggsy pushing him against the bar, well -- he doesn't think anyone could blame him for that.)
and he'd never asked, after, if eggsy had been all right with it, with whatever it had been in the air that loosened their inhibitions, thomas' perhaps more than eggsy's, whether he'd taken any liberties. eggsy had answered those questions easily, implicitly -- but perhaps there's something he never said quite clearly enough himself: ]
It's not unwelcome.
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It wasn’t unwelcome then, [ a confirmation that thomas means that. his voice ticks up as he continues, canting his head. ] or it's not unwelcome now?
[ his eyes sharpen on thomas, searching for any signs of uncertainty. and suggesting that maybe he means right now and not a general now. now that eggsy knows the truth. ]
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thomas takes a breath and lets it out slowly, looking back at eggsy. steadily, hands relaxed on his thighs. ]
Both are true.
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[ with a sly smile. ] Then we're on the same page.
[ as much as they can be, with everything they are. ]
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when he stands, it's slow. not the movements of an old man but something deliberate. this isn't where he'd seen the evening going. where he'd seen his revelation going -- but there's a part of thomas nightingale that was young once and remembers it still, a part that enjoys rubgy and boxing and eggsy's sly smile more than a man of his age and standing perhaps should. ]
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Y'know, I was gonna be real smooth and straddle you in that chair, but this is good, too.
[ oh, he's been flirting mildly before, testing the lines when things had been unknown, and he's been serious, questioning and processing the revelation about thomas' age. now, he's allowed to be cheekier. ]
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[ thomas' tone is mild, but there's an undercurrent of amusement at the cheekiness of it. he can just imagine it and he'd be lying if he said that for a moment, still sitting, he hadn't considered drawing eggsy into his lap instead of moving to stand.
but even with the secrets between them out of the way -- as far as thomas knows, at least -- he's not that sure of this yet. sure enough, though, to lift his free hand and brush his thumb over the corner of eggsy's mouth. ]
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eggsy hums in affirmation and parts his mouth slightly (invitingly, he'd hope). in his life, he's found that he's often more confident in physical things than verbalising his thoughts. perhaps that's the lack of heart-to-hearts in his life, with little communication going on at home. it's not something he dwells on, at any rate. particularly not in this moment, when he feels assured about the trajectory of his actions. ]
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but despite the -- decidedly inviting -- hum and the urge to kiss eggsy again, thomas finds that he's not quite done talking yet. ]
Do you have a particular direction you see this going?
[ "this" -- right now, or in general. no is a perfectly acceptable answer; thomas doesn't have one beyond "i'd quite like to kiss you again" and that's only an answer for right now. ]
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Not really. I mean, I don’t know. [ it feels like the wrong answer, but it’s the truth. he isn’t planning ahead, not regarding this — he feels as though doing so might qualify as breaking kingsman rules, at least if he looks beyond today and now. ] Guess I was hoping there’d be more kissing when I stood up and all.
[ teasing but again: it’s true. he would’ve said i’d like to fuck you again but that seems presumptuous when they’ve only reconnected moments ago. ]
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All right.
[ he says after that moment, and leans in again. he doesn't know whether that's a good answer, whether eggsy's is -- maybe there are no wrong answers, or no right ones. for now, this feels good. he wants to keep kissing eggsy. maybe more, too. he'd enjoyed their encounter a great deal, wyver air or no.
maybe that's enough.
(it used to be, for the young man he'd once been, the kind of man who'd look proper but who'd absolutely follow foreign dignitaries into dark rooms and sink on his knees for them. only when he'd been certain of their interest.
but he's certain of eggsy's, now, isn't he?)
a beat, and their lips connect again. ]
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belatedly, he realises he ought to have volleyed the earlier question back. at this point, his retreat is more reluctant, keeping his hold on thomas. ]
Could revisit the lap idea, too. [ definitely a point of interest but not the point. ] Or whatever’s going on in your head.
[ ‘cause it seems as though thomas had thoughts of his own regarding where he sees this going, even if eggsy can’t ask for them outright. in general, eggsy thinks thomas considers more than he vocalises. ]
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but right now, he's content to keep kissing eggsy and perhaps, just for a while, to stop thinking. ]
Mh. [ it's just a noise, barely a hum. whatever's going on in your head isn't quite a question, and honestly, thomas isn't so certain of all the nuances of his own mind regarding this particular matter. he wants to keep kissing eggsy and see where this takes them, right now. in the long run, he's not sure. maybe "just see where it goes" is enough, maybe it isn't. maybe tomorrow he'll realise that in some ways, he's doing eggsy a disservice -- realise, or think that he is even though he mightn't be.
for now, he sinks back into the armchair. looking up at eggsy, lips curling into a grin that's almost mischievous. ]
I won't lie. Your idea is very appealing.
[ he tugs, gently, at eggsy's hip. an invitation. ]
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if he’d thought thomas’ teasing was a win, this is next level. it earns one of eggsy’s impossibly bright smiles, easily reaching his eyes. he settles on thomas, knees bracketing his waist and cups thomas’ jaw to lean in for a quick kiss. eggsy’s well fit enough to find this comfortable. ]
Thomas. [ the glint in his eyes is undeniably mischievous. oh, he loves this — being indulged and indulging others. ] You oughta know that’s a scandalous confession.
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In these circles?
[ thomas asks when the kiss breaks, if only momentarily, meaning himself and eggsy only. ]
Hardly.
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this is a nasty mobile tag yo
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