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The first time Eggsy sees Harry naked, the two are on a mission deep in the heart of Russian territory. While Harry keeps the target busy, Eggsy gets himself into position to take out the Slavic diplomat from a well concealed snipe post hidden in the boughs of a spruce. Through the scope, Eggsy can see the two men chatting over tea. Harry is smiling toothally at the politician, easily charming the man into giving away all his secrets even as he is moments away from dying.
Eggsy sniffles and wipes his nose with snow-packed mittens. One hand on the trigger shakes, bare to the cold to maintain a stable position on the rifle. While Eggsy awaits his signal, three deliberate blinks from Galahad, he fails to notice the creaking of the branch he is using to support his body weight. When the sound finally reaches his ears, it's too late. The branch snaps, sending Eggsy careening into the mounds of snow below. The agent grapples at the air, managing to swerve around a large branch that definitely would have caused some damage only to hit another full force with his head. Spots dance across his vision when he plummets into fresh, powdery snow and Eggsy's last thought is that he's lucky it had recently snowed or he would have hit solid ice before he blacks out.
"Eggsy. Open your eyes. I need to be sure you don't have a concussion." Eggsy squints his eyes open, barely making out the figure of his previous mentor in the dark of evening. He feels hot fingers brush over his forehead and winces when Harry pushes against the forming lump on his head.
"Good, I believe you're safe from concussion, but that is still a nasty bump. Do you feel warm or cold?" Eggsy musters up a confused grimace as he tries to sit up. Harry drags him the rest of the way up before scooping his arms under Eggsy's shoulders and knees, carefully tugging the boy against his chest as he carries him bridal style.
"Cold... really cold."
"That's very good. Severe hypothermia makes the body feel warm. As long as you're feeling cold, I do believe you'll make it until more agents arrive."
'Agents? Oh, shit.'
"Oh, Harry. I'm sorry, I buggered up the mission, didn't I?" Harry shook his head vehemently.
"Don't worry about a thing, my boy. Everything is taken care of." Eggsy still felt ashamed but couldn't resist the warmth of Harry's chest and pressed his cold fingers into the older man's ribs as he tucked his chin into Harry's shoulder.
Almost twenty minutes later, they arrive at their cabin located nearly a mile from their target's summer home. Harry practically kicks the door down trying to get them out of the cold. He tosses Eggsy onto the bed, stripping him down head to toe swiftly before pressing the boy into the comforting mattress and tucking in the blankets around him. Harry starts a fire in the nearby hearth, tossing in thick logs for kindling. The older gentleman undresses as well and scoops in behind Eggsy. He presses against Eggsy's well-muscled back and wraps his arm around his waist, providing as much body warmth as he possibly could.
All the young blond could feel was the sculpted chest pressed in behind him and all he wanted to do was touch and feel how chiseled it must be. However, Eggsy can’t stop shaking long enough to enjoy the moment with his mentor. Harry doesn’t seem to mind the trembling; he only pulls the boy closer to share more warmth in the icy bedroom. The heat from the fire Harry managed to stoke makes Harry sweat beneath the blankets. All is silent in the one room cabin.
“’A-Arry,” Eggsy manages to stutter out, but the man pressed against him only shushes him softly, rubbing his calloused thumb across Eggsy’s cheek.
“Don’t speak, lad. Help will be here soon.” It was then that Eggsy notices Harry was still wearing his Kingsman-issued glasses. Eggsy’s had fallen off somewhere, probably buried in the snow heap that Harry had rescued him from. Eggsy knew his face would have been bright red if he wasn’t already so purple-blue from the freezing temperatures outside. Merlin must see how pathetic Eggsy looks right now, wrapped around his mentor’s finger… well, rather, wrapped around his lithe body. Eggsy tries not to let it faze him, cuddling in closer and pressing the top of his head underneath the arch of Harry's chin. Harry sighs contentedly.
If only his young protege could see the smitten expression on his face.
Eggsy presses his toes back against Harry's shins, making the man shudder from the cold touch.
If only he could make him shudder for other, better reasons.
Eggsy giggles deliriously at the thought, tucking his knees into his stomach and grinding back to get closer. Oh, no that’s not… Eggsy startles and Harry coughs.
“Sorry, Eggsy. The heat just…” The man trails off, looking into the dancing flames as to avoid the look he knew Eggsy had turned to give him. Eggsy just laughs again and pushes in closer, carefully maneuvering around the parts of Harry’s body he had just grazed with his ass. Harry seems content with Eggsy’s chuckle and begins to run his fingers through golden locks, combing out the melting snowflakes and squeezing the water out of the ends. Eggsy begins to fade after that, as Harry’s gentle tone eases him into a quiet dreamless slumber. The last thing Eggsy feels is a gentle kiss being pressed to his frozen skin.
When Eggsy wakes again, he’s in the Kingsman infirmary with Harry nowhere to be found. However, Eggsy’s forehead still tingled with a lasting caress. The young Kingsman reaches up, brushing his fingertips over the location as if something would be gathered there, a collection of the love Harry had pressed into Eggsy’s skin. Eggsy sighs happily as he imagines the spot to be warm just as Harry's heart would be and burrows back into the sheets.