[harry hart absolutely googles his dates--few as they are these days; it's just that he has the convenience of being an international spy with a wealth of information at his disposal. he'd also be rather foolish not to, on the off case that this was business rather than pleasure. that's how he pulls up edward smith--better known as "mad teddy". his activities aren't quite the sort of nefarious that warrant a look-in by kingsman, rather petty on the scale of things but not exactly the sort to bring home proudly to one's mum.
what's more curious is--well, his face. he's a dead ringer for one garry "eggsy" unwin and that's...odd. that's worth having a look-in, even if this is just a date.
he's there at 8pm sharp, rolling up to the specified address in a 1956 jaguar xk140 mc roadster that's actually a personal vehicle of his, though he has had the foresight of sprucing it up with a few kingsman-issue trinkets for safety purposes. he's in full bespoke as usual, dark charcoal pinstripes with a silk maroon tie dimpled at his throat. hair slicked to the side, signet ring on his hand, black-rimmed glasses to change it up a bit from his usual tortoise shell.
when teddy steps up he'll find harry leaning casually against the passenger side of the car with arms folded across his chest and long legs crossed, waiting so he might open the door like a proper gentleman--as promised.]
[Much of Teddy's activities tend to be hanging around not so savory folks and doing favors for said unsavory folk. Typically either ruining deals or making sure they go through. With his charm and good looks he's usually able to do either, though charm isn't always needed.
Sometimes if you break a few things and toss about a couple threats people will know better. On the other end of things, he's gone all the way with making sure deals are completed. Use of his body isn't off the table, nor does he mind. Especially with older men, they tend to have money to spend and are willing to wine and dine him because he's young and handsome. Teddy adores the attention and being pampered, so it works for him.
Harry is there on the dot in a jaguar that on sight lights a fire in his loins and has a smile spreading across his face. How can he not be instantly turned on by that vehicle? Look at it. It's beautiful. As is Harry, he's not what he expected, but he's quite handsome. An older gent, but he's had older. For both work and pleasure. He's dressed nicely himself, wanting to make a good impression, hair perfect, walking with a slight sway more playful than anything as he comes to stand before Harry.]
Oh, Harry, you're spoiling me.
[And not just with the jaguar. His eyes wander away from the car to Harry, quite blatant in the way they slowly travel down then up the long lines of his body. Legs for daaaays.]
Are we headed any where in particular? I did say I'd let you have a look after all and I'm a man of my word, darling.
[teddy cuts a very fine figure himself--complimenting harry's choice of attire and the jag to boot. taking them out for a spin should be a real treat, and though a gentleman might not say so from a first glance--taking teddy for a ride himself isn't an option harry would turn down should the opportunity present itself. he notes that unsubtle but appreciative gaze, knowing full well that the car of course helps.
but what he's more stunned by than anything is--it's true. teddy looks exactly like the young man harry had picked up from holborn station and taken to kingsman not 24 hours prior. if he weren't so certain they were two separate individuals he might wonder if this was merlin having a laugh. teddy's hair is longer, the soft wave of it enticing and framing a face slightly more rounded than eggsy's. then there's the matter of an accent, the way he fills out his clothes a shade more and practically sashays over in confidence and a sensuality that he doesn't think his recruit would be capable of--not yet.
but it's not the oddest thing he's ever had happened to him, no. uncanny resemblance doesn't quite measure up to a long lost twin or an ai with one's distinct likeness put in place for a puppet regime while the real party was kept prisoner.
at teddy's lilting inquiry harry pushes himself up to his full height and smooths out his jacket, a pointed once-over of his own along the other man. hes not outright going to say he's dtf, but he doesn't think with the line of conversation this started from that he needs to. there's a pull at the left side of his mouth, a crooked smirk and brown eyes amused behind his glasses.]
I don't know about you, but I'm famished. The only decision is...shall we keep my reservation, or head straight for room service?
[if there's any doubt that it's the penthouse suite and an elegant choice of dining--there shouldn't be.]
(1 yr, 4 mths ago) I swear I'm still sore from last week not a complaint love
(1 yr, 4 mths ago) when you're not being the most busy man in the world I miss our little get togethers could go for a drink a nice ride or two 😉
(1 yr, 3 mths ago) harry? hello hello hello??? it's not very gentlemanly to ignore a beautiful young man in distress and I am in distress for your cock
(1 yr, 2 mths ago) you're being terribly rude
(1 yr, 2 mths ago) are you dead? text yes if you're dead
(1 yr, 1 mth ago) harry
(1 yr ago) 😒
(11 mths ago) had a lovely dinner tonight with a gentleman who knows how to text me back who's much more handsome than you
(11 mths ago) his cock was super average tho and his car was shit
(10 mths ago) I can't believe you're still ignoring me harry you could at least tell me what I've done wrong though we both know I haven't done anything wrong you're welcome to try and make something up tho darling
(6 mths ago | Sent to all of his Contacts) Happy Birthday to me, loves! 🎂 Who wants to take the birthday boy out for drinks?
(4 mths ago) just reminding you you'll never have an arse like this again darling 💋💋💋💋
Teddy. My darling—words can’t begin to explain how I’ve missed you. I feared I might never see you again, matter of fact. I had...an accident. Of sorts. You may not like what you see anymore, but I beg you to give me a chance to make it up to you. I’ve only just been released and back to work, but London won’t be the same without your bright presence.
[harry gives the eloquent, tear-inducing and warm toast at eggsy's reception. he doesn't miss the way the boy's eyes are glassy, jaw trembling as he lifts his glass and mouths a quiet and reverent thank you across the room. and then he goes to join his radiant wife for their first dance. harry stays to watch it out of politeness and a twisted fascination really--he can't call what he is jealous by any means. eggsy is beaming and the fact that he still has this bit of happiness after losing so much means more to harry than his own. it's vital to his own, even if it's just as surely shredding away a piece of his heart. he stays long enough to have a few more cocktails--too many, when he skips the dinner and slips away and out into the vast expanse of the night. it's quiet outside--dark and inviting and as empty as harry feels right now.
it takes him several minutes to get to his car and wander through the beautiful grounds of the royal naval college, and yves knows him well enough not to question why he's one of the first guests to be leaving the party. he also doesn't bat an eyelash when harry asks to be taken to the shagri-la at the shard. there harry picks up a bottle of champagne which he downs on his own in record time--changing out of what he'd worn to the wedding and instead pulling on one of his own tuxedos.
what happens next is a terrible idea.
he texts teddy, which wouldn't be the worst thing considering he's horribly smashed and teddy seems to love his company and his hilarity. he's all but been forgiven since his unintentional disappearance--but he supposes the beautiful red little porsce boxster harry had sent over completely tricked out after their last meeting might have made it a little sweeter of an incentive. who the hell has he got to spend money on now? his colleagues are gone, the few he calls friends. father long since dead, mother suffering acute dementia. and eggsy has a life of his own to be getting to, so that's that really.]
Can you be here in an hour, in the tuxedo I had made for you back when I invited you to the opera?
Shangri-La Suite at the Shard.
Please.
[he's not surprised when teddy agrees, but he thinks it'll be one when he saunters up to the ding of the elevator looking...well, looking looser than usual. there's a hard edge to his eyes despite the smirk on his lips, posture slouched and limbs more fluid than usual. teddy looks every bit as good as he remembered in that tux. devastating and soft, all smiles and a mischievous look in his eyes.
it's not a perfect match. but it's enough, and harry wraps an arm around his waist and pulls him close with a drawl in his ear.]
[Harry asking him to wear certain things isn't unusual, so when he contacts him demanding he wears a tuxedo from a little while ago, Teddy doesn't even consider something is up. Why would he? Maybe Harry is going to surprise him with another fancy night out, maybe not the opera, but he did love bringing him to shows and super glitzy restaurants.
Not that Teddy is even remotely complaining. After letting Harry know he can indeed do both, he gets ready and hops in his ridiculously lovely and shiny porsce. It didn't take much to "forgive" Harry, considering he honestly does enjoy his company, and his money, and kicking up too much of a fuss once he found out what happened would have just been ridiculous.
When he arrives and gets his eyes on Harry there's something not right, not in a bad way mind you, but typically he's more perfect posture and ever the gentleman. Greeting him kindly and all that. Though Teddy doesn't mind when Harry skips pleasantries to come over and pull him in, though what he expects to be words of praise for how lovely he looks is something completely different.
Special occasion?]
Everyday with you is a special occasion, love.
[Teddy is quick to say, ever the cheeky thing, playing into what he knows will make Harry chuckle or give a soft roll of his eyes.]
[he lets out a darkly tinged chuckle at that—used to teddy’s flattery and humour by now. and it’s nice, it strikes the ego that never really reads its head and flatters him terribly. he may not have exactly what he wants, but he certainly can’t complain about the beautiful young man in his arms and the way his gorgeous surroundings are the slightest bit hazy.
harry buries his nose against teddy’s throat and neck, inhaling sharply and pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the skin there. he can’t get to the beauty mark at his neck just yet, but he knows it’s there and he intends to absolutely maul it later. when he finally pulls back, it’s to smooth his hands down the line of teddy’s shoulders and arms, to offer him an adoring smile that still isn’t reaching his eyes.]
Why darling, look at us. It’s—our wedding night.
[harry lifts up his own arms to show off his tuxedo too and to gesture towards the scenery. it is the famed suite all of london was buzzing about—would be perfectly suited for an actual consummation or honeymoon. he looks down at teddy again, wordlessly asking—pleading even, to not ask questions and just fall into it like a role.]
[Ever since their “honeymoon” their sex life has gone from zero to a thousand over the months. Teddy had moved in with Harry after he’d asked him to, why would he say no he’d be mad (ha) not to! Since then they’ve been exploring things they’d not realized the both of them enjoy.
As much as Teddy loved having Harry pound his arse into infinity every time they had sex that’s all it had ever been. Hungry, needy make outs and fast and hard fucking. Not that they couldn’t make it last, oh did they, multiple rounds of it sometimes, but just that. Just fucking. Not a complaint, but with all the things they did now Teddy would loath to go back to just that all the time now.
He’s been busy today, deciding what to do for when his wonderful darling would return home. Harry had been gone for a few days, something “business” related, and he’d missed him so. Things were so dull without his company, but at the same time it was good to have time apart. It gave him time to plan wicked things.
By the time Harry returns it’s quiet in their abode, Teddy no where to be found when he calls out to him, no doubt expecting the younger man to swan on in and greet him. No such thing. Teddy will be in their bedroom, sitting on the end of the bed, sitting pretty with one leg over the other. He’s dressed for the occasion, pantyhose, short skirt, tanktop with a blazer over it and red heels. To match he’s sporting a bright red lip color, as it’s classic and sexy.
He’s got a few surprises Harry won’t see right off, but that will come later. When Harry finally makes his way to the bedroom Teddy is waiting, greeting him with a happy coo.]
[their honeymoon had actually manifested in the end--a few lazy weeks in paris at harry's insistence. mainly it was his guilt at the way the evening had ended, and teddy has been polite enough to never mention eggsy's name or question anything about the mortifying incident since it's happened. in fact, if anything, it rather seems as if the whole thing has elevated their relationship into something more than harry had ever imagined. this had only ever started as a fling, yet here they were living together and having some of the best sex harry's had in his life.
he's still getting used to having someone to come home to after so long living alone. "domestic" isn't something he'd have ever used to describe himself and teddy, but the number of trysts at expensive hotels and restaurants has dwindled a bit. not that harry doesn't still enjoy spoiling teddy rotten, he's just found other ways to do it.
but really--sometimes he wonders how he managed on his own for so long. having someone to come home to really is an incredible incentive. he calls teddy regularly during his "business trips", and the young man knows not to ask any probing questions about where he is so long as he gets a souvenir of some sort at the end of it and a kiss. this trip was a little shorter than the rest--just a quick in and out to shanghai. he's brought teddy back a beautiful silk embroidered robe given his penchant for stealing harry's favourite in the morning. when he finally makes it back to his new home, still in kensington but missing most of the things that had made his old mews familiar after some thirty years, he's absolutely expecting teddy to come bounding down the stairs and jump into his arms or drape himself on him immediately.
it brings him back to the days of coming back alone, and harry frowns. it's not technically that late--just a little after ten p.m., but he supposes it's possible his young lover may have fallen asleep. harry slips off his jacket and shoes, left in a white button down and his gun holsters and trousers.]
Darling?
[he tries calling out, and with no response he pours himself a drink in the kitchen quickly before heading upstairs. he knows teddy will be in the bedroom if he's there, so harry pushes the door open quietly, not wanting to wake him.
only--when he opens that door, he realizes whatever jet lag is settling in doesn't matter, nor does the desire to crawl into bed and sleep. how could he care about anything else besides how fucking incredible teddy looks? harry's eye widens, mouth going dry as he steps slowly into the bedroom.
he drags his gaze up the lines of those red heels, the muscle of his calves accentuated in delicate nylons, thighs firm and soft under his skirt. and the lipstick--fuck. harry wants to see how far down he can leave that splash of red on the shaft of his cock. he sets his drink down on the dresser closest to the door, unneeded as he steps inside.
sir, teddy says. not darling, not harry. there's a game here.]
[Harry walks in looking like straight up sex to Teddy. Dress shirt and gun holsters, god he wants him to bend him over and rock his world this second. The way his crossed legs tighten a bit under his skirt, the dip of his teeth into his bottom lip easily give him away.]
And you’re a sight for both eyes, sir.
[Teddy smiles, tongue laving out over his bottom lip as his eyes roam over Harry’s form from top to bottom.]
You must be tired from your trip, is there anything I can do for you?
[Asked sweetly, leg bouncing a little, red heeled shoe popping off the heel of his foot to hangvfrombhis toes, playful.]
[if he's entirely honest with himself, harry didn't think this would last as long as it has. or more succinctly: he didn't think teddy would be one to actually stick around. and it isn't out of any sense of misplaced insecurity or thinking of himself in such a poor light--it's just that teddy is adventurous, vivacious and far too mischievous for his own good. and harry is starting to enter the years where things are meant to slow down: the travelling, the missions--teddy might not know it, but he'll definitely have seen harry spending much more time in london over the past year specifically. kingsman is flourishing again after three years of time to recover from poppy's annhilation: all the recruits replaced, a trustworthy arthur with his head on straight been installed after something of a lengthy search. and their partnership with statesman has blossomed--harry owing them quite a bit for their funds and the open arms they'd welcomed him with.
a lot of that is by choice, if he's honest. harry's not getting any younger--he doesn't recover as fast as he used to and it's much more effort to keep up with all the young men and women that have joined their ranks. he's not a liability and he's not incapable of it by any means, but he knows himself and he knows his body well enough to detect that he's on the precipice of what he hopes will be a graceful decline. retirement had never been a concept he'd considered...until he'd taken his own advice and gone and invited a boy half his age to move in with him. to have someone to come home to, to go to dinners and trips round the world with, to share experiences and stories from his past that weren't all outright lies because of his profession.
he gives up on eggsy after that dinner party. everything had changed for him that day, yes, but not in the way he'd briefly though it might upon the confession he never thought he'd hear. sometimes it still hurts if he thinks about it too long--the distance between them, the fact that eggsy is still consort to the princess of sweden and has essentially given up the promising future he would have had as a kingsman. it was hard not to think about all the what ifs--what if eggsy had come back and fought alongside him like they were made for it? but in some ways it's better. he'll never have to worry about delivering a medal to michelle for the second time and twisting a knife he left there nearly twenty years ago with lee's passing.
so harry moves on. all things considered his life with teddy is positively charmed. it's on one such charming night that they're on their way back from an early evening dinner in east london, harry in a slim cut suit sans tie and hair not quite as tightly slicked back in a way that he knows teddy has come to like on him. he's still got his blacked out tortoise shell frames and signet ring, oxfords and all the gadgets their new merlin has helped r&d come up with since then just in case. he's driving them both back to their home in one of his lovely cars when teddy's phone chirps. harry turns to him, wind in his hair and convertible top down with a lazy smile.
he's content. happy in a way he didn't think possible for himself four years ago, looking at the beautiful glow of a setting sun filtered over teddy's golden locks and soft jawline, warmth blooming his chest and the grounding realization of it all.]
[Its strange to imagine after all this time, these years, that he’s still here with Harry. That Harry is here with him.
What started as nothing but a charming get together on occasion has become so much more. Serious. Harry is the first man he’s moved in with on a permanent basis, not like he’d never stayed with others before, but not like this. There was always a small voice in the back of his mind that one day Harry Hart would finall grow tired of him. That he wouldn’t fill that itch for him left by Eggsy.
At first he hadn’t cared honestly, if it happened it happened and he’d write another bitter book or play to get his revenge. He’d be sore about it sure, he didn’t like getting replaced, the idea of it pissed him off. Hell he’d been willing and ready to share Harry even, but strangely nothing ever came of the odd dinner with his doppelganger. At least not on his part. Things continued as they were and since then it seemed the distance only grew between Eggsy and Harry.
But even then that voice in the back of his mind got louder. Teddy couldn’t understand why at first, why it would bother him that way. But as they’re driving around after a lovely dinner, as always, the sun is starting to set and everything is perfect. They’re a smidge more casual, him opting for one of his pastel shirts, pink, and light grey slacks. He thinks to himself he’s glad they’re heading home, he’s tired after a big meal and just wants to relax. That’s what trips him up, their home. He’s since given up his own flat, moving most of his belongings to Harry’s as there was no point in keeping his own place after living with Harry for so long.
It had stopped being Harry’s home and become his home too. It’s what made Teddy realize that there was more to living with Harry than just liking how much he utterly spoiled him. He was attached. He...]
Mm?
[Thats his phone and Harry pipes up, curious. Checking the messsage it’s from his mother, asking how he’s doing. He’s not been around in a bit and she’s love to see him.]
Just mum. Says she’s baked some lovely treats. Mind if we pop over quick? Promise you’ll get a great out of it too.
[Whether that’s somehhing his mother baked or something only Teddy could give him. Well. Harry will just have to see.]
[there's not much in this world harry thinks he'd deny teddy of, especially not after how integrated he's become into his life. and there's always been something in the back of his head that's wondered about the fleeting nature of this kind of relationship--wondered how long before teddy gets tired of the shallowness of it all. for harry it's anything but, and he's kept his deeper emotions at bay, but the truth is if teddy up and left him he would be hurt. especially after all the time and energy and years that have been put into this: they've never explicitly stated what they are, but you don't shack up with someone you don't feel something for as long as four years, do you?
it has nothing to do with insecurities either. when teddy had furiously texted him during his missing time in kentucky, harry had honestly been surprised to come back to it at all. he'd have long since assumed the boy would find someone with deeper pockets to occupy his time. the thought that he'd have left such an impression, one that irked teddy and left him still thinking of harry was actually more than a little touching.
but his mother--that's a new one. they've never done anything like that before, innocuous but deeply personal. maybe the closest thing had been eggsy dropping by for that bizarre dinner, a ghost from harry's past. all of harry's other friends and family have long since passed by now, and without teddy he'd be alone aside from statesman and a few of his other new kingsman coworkers. this feels like something someone in a relationship would do, but teddy invites him along like it's nothing at all.
how could harry say anything but yes?]
Of course, dear. Anything for you.
[something he says all too frequently when teddy wants something--lucky boy.]
Where to?
[something warm blooms in his chest at the idea of seeing where his paramour grew up, what kind of person his mother is like. if teddy is this eager to go, something tells him perhaps a mother's boy like himself isn't that wild an assumption. precious.]
[it's about two months after harry meets teddy's mum and the words when are you two going to settle down? have been an almost daily thought in the back of his mind. he thinks about teddy handling him without question on the night his heart had broken of eggsy's wedding, how easily he'd slipped into that role. he thinks about over the past few weeks, the topic of marriage either coming up by chance or having the smallest of hints and little shrug-offs teddy keeps making over dinner. once upon a time he'd have laughed at the idea of settling down with edward smith--the boy was a lot to handle and surely had his pick of eligible and wealthy bachelors (and married men looking to misbehave, he supposes) around london. he wasn't the kind of young man who harry would ever think possible to keep
but after nearly three years together, it's different. teddy cares for him in ways he never would have expected him capable of, and harry has gone along with it. he knows full well he's been open to the idea of love longer than saying it after meeting his mother--but he never wanted to push.
life is funny that way, he supposes.
he springs a trip to france on him, which is where they are now. a few lazy days yachting off the coast of cannes, a visit to vineyards in nice before flying back up to paris for the remainder of several days. it's not unlike the faux-honeymoon they'd taken after that initial wedding, only this one is all the more important. this one is the real deal. harry feels as if the small box in his pocket will burn a hole through the fabric--he's been carrying it around ever since they left for safe-keeping. a tasteful rose gold band with diamonds encrusted between two strips.
they're dining at ciel de paris--the eiffel tower in all its sparkling glory right outside their window, but it can't compare to teddy dolled up with his hair in the swooping curl that harry has always adored. his skin may not be as baby smooth, he might have already been horrified and spent days complaining when he'd first noticed a few lines on his face as he nudged towards middle-age, but he's still one of the most magnificent creatures harry has ever laid eyes on. his rump of veal has barely been touched, he's been too busy sipping at his wine and gazing fondly across the table, waiting for the perfect moment.
but it's right before dessert that he finally sets down his fork with an air of finality, eye intent and serious as it fixes on teddy.]
The last few years have been an utter joy with you, my darling. I never could have anticipated how much you'd come to mean to me--or why you'd endeavour to keep an old one-eyed man in your life like me.
[if teddy thinks back, this is technically the anniversary of their first accidental conversation and subsequent dinner. maybe harry's just gearing up for a declaration of love on their anniversary?]
[It wasn't like his mum hadn't said it before to him. To him. Not to him and Harry. The first time she meets him no less! She'd asked plenty of times when Harry was going to marry him, since they were living together still and Teddy talked so highly of him anytime he visited.
Ridiculous, he'd thought at first. Marriage? Him settling down and getting married to anyone? Especially to Harry Hart. Not that Harry wasn't perfect, he was, but that's what was... scary? Maybe, really Teddy wasn't sure, he wasn't good at sticking to one person, at being emotionally connected to people. Not the way people normally did that is. Yet here he was, years living with Harry, being with just him.
... it was odd to think about it, to realize. It was even more so when he suddenly accepted one day that he would like that, being married to Harry. Some sort of finality with this man he'd been with for quite a while now. This man who treated him like he was the most important person in the world, even after Teddy had seen the one other man who could have taken that from him, he'd still some how managed to be that for Harry Hart.
All of this and more is swirling through his mind as Harry whisks him away to France, for a devastatingly romantic get away. Of course he's spoiled rotten, of course, yachting, tasting wine at vineyards and of course spending plenty of time in Paris. Everything is like magic there, beautiful architecture and expensive places to eat and shop at. Harry's brought him to the most lovely place for dinner, they can see the Eiffel Tower right out the window as well as the lights of the rest of the city, it's stunning.
They've just finished their dinner, no doubt dessert coming up next as he's polishing off a glass of some no doubt expensive wine that Harry waxes on at him. Quite romantically, admitting how much he means to him... Teddy wondered at times, truly, if he were more than just a young pretty thing that Harry liked having around, which always worked fine for him, yet. Over the years, as he got older, his mindset started to shift about it. The more his mum get asking if he'd settle down with Harry, the longer he lived with him... was he more than that to Harry? Did he love him?
Did he love him like how he loved (or still loved) Eggsy?]
Oh Harry, love, you make it seem like I'm so put upon.
[Teddy's eyes crinkle as he smiles, setting his glass down.]
You're not just any old one-eyed man, you're my old one-eyed man who's still dashingly handsome and a gentleman to put all others to shame... besides, Bijou would never forgive me if I left you. She adores you so.
[While it's true, it's an easy get away with not having to straight up admit out loud that he in fact adores Harry as well. That he cares quite a bit for Harry. That he loves him.]
[it was scary for harry too, realizing for the first time that he was in love with teddy. he could have realized a lot sooner, it's just it had never seemed like love was something they'd bother to share. they enjoyed one another's company, they had fantastic sex, they travelled well together...what more could he ask for without pushing beyond the levels they were both content with? he knows it wasn't until shortly before they met his mother that he'd been certain of his reality, but he'd also been certain until that day that teddy was fine not making a fuss of things. and perhaps that was that small part of harry that had been damaged in kentucky and had a hard time accepting that even after multiple years together, teddy wasn't running off to be with other men. he hadn't so much as thought of them since.
he loves him. he wants to spend the rest of his life with him, and if kingsman and eggsy have taught him one thing? it's that he shouldn't live with regrets; he can strike that very fine line of a balance between the sacrifices he makes for the good of the world and return home to something that makes him happy too. maybe it's selfish, but after losing so much, he's not ready to ever give this up.
and now he's willing to commit to it for real--to make the big fuss because honestly. when hasn't teddy enjoyed being fussed over and spoiled rotten? the answer is never. including the adorable little teacup puppy bijou, who harry has been secretly thrilled to watch teddy care for in between his own time with the little bundle of joy. it's not like they're built for childcare, adoption is out of the question...it's the closest thing to a family they'll ever come to have.
the timely joke about her calms harry's nerves just a little bit, a chuckle slipping out as he keeps fiddling with the box in his pocket. he could live for teddy's smile--he could get used to seeing the signs of his age and the realization that they're going to grow old together. it's perfection, and it makes harry's heart swell and beat manically in his chest.]
Just as I adore you. I don't think I want to go another day without waking up and knowing--you're mine. And now...I want the rest of the world to know it too.
[he stands, and while that sort of thing would normally bring a casual glance here or there if it were a man passing, enough people let their stares linger to see harry walking determinedly to the other side of the table where teddy is forced to turn a bit in his seat to keep looking and listening to harry. that's when he sinks onto one knee, fluidly pulling out the beautiful red box and popping it open to reveal the ring.]
Richard Edward Smith, my darling Teddy, would you give me the ultimate privilege and honour--will you marry me?
[Harrys out of town for a few days, business, nothing strange of course. Which doesn’t explain why Teddy is glaring daggers at the back of his head while downing his martini at a local fancy shindig. Very high class and important people, but Teddy had his connections as usual, felt it could be fun to mingle and drink and eat expensive finger foods while Harry was gone.
So why was Harry across the room flirting with some woman? It’s not just talking, Teddy’s not stupid, the way Harry is looking at her, his body language, lingering light touches as they laugh about whatever nonsense they’re on about. What burns his britches more than anything is that it’s a woman.
She’s closer to Harry’s age, at least fifty, trying to play off being thirty. Fake tits and a done up face that’s got more fillers than real fat in it. It’s not that she isn’t beautiful, but what’s so great about her? What can she give Harry he can’t? He’s Edward Smith, he’s younger and a beauty all of his own. Had Harry tired of his youth or did he miss having a real pussy to put his cock in? His arse wasn’t enough? Wasn’t warm enough? Tight enough?
A flurry of thoughts whirl though his head as he slams his empty glass on a nearby table and he starts moving throug the crowd of people, picking up a full glass of something else. Doesn’t matter what it is really, it’s not for drinking.]
[it was only meant to be a quick trip to dubai, but it'd been cut short by kingsman in favour of having harry obtain some information from a reliable source elsewhere. anna petrova is about harry's age, and they've been acquaintances for some years now. she knows his real name, she may or may not have ties to russian intelligence but....needs must, occasionally. she's been trustworthy and consistent in her intel, and kingsman considers her a reliable informant. once upon a time that may have required putting his nlp training to use and seducing a bit of it out through other means...but anna knows him well enough to understand that he's much more inclined towards the male variety when he's got his own choice.
that doesn't mean he's not his perfectly charming, affectionate self--and a real smile from harry hart looks so convincing, doesn't it? eyes crinkling, face looking years younger and the open-mouthed flash of teeth when he laughs. they're standing close enough that maybe it could be misconstrued, but it's mostly their peers and it hardly matters.
harry is very much looking forward to surprising teddy by being home early--he's got more than a few trinkets to pick up on the way home already painstakingly selected and waiting for him.
so he thinks nothing of it when he leans in to kiss anna's cheek, a good-natured arm around her to thank her for the usb drive containing a list of prospective buyers for a certain russian ballistic missile she's just slipped into his other hand.]
[The more he sees the hotter his temper flares. Teddy is usual a man of all smiles and easy bubbly laughs, but he’s got a temper like a wild fire if set off. Finding Harry here when he’s supposed to be out of town, on business, getting cozy with some whore, his mind seethes.
It shouldn’t matter. This shouldn’t bother him. They’re not a couple, they’ve been we discussed this or any terms concerning their living arrangement, beyond Harry preferring Teddy be careful and not sleep around willy nilly. Keep his nose clean, stay out of trouble. But they’d never really laid lines on exclusivity, or given their... whatever this was a name. So this shouldn’t matter. Be mad Harry lied about being out of town, sure, but that’s not what has Teddy’s mind broiling hot as he slips through people to find himself in front of the two lovebirds.
It’s so quick, he already knew what he’d planned to do, flicking his wrist with a full glass of red wine right at the woman standing with Harry’s arm around her. It’ll mostly hit her, upper chest, face, but Harry will definitely get caught in the cross fire too. Teddy sticks around long enough to see the shock on the woman’s face and hear a few startled gasps of people nearby who saw it happen before he turns tail and starts to purposefully head for the door.
He made his point. He’s leaving now. Tonight was supposed to be easy, lighthearted fun while he waited Harry’s return. Instead he's trying to understand why his chest feels so tight, why he’s desperately trying to be more angry than heartbroken.]
[maybe harry is playing things a little too close to the chest, but he's always been good at compartmentalizing. teddy is about to find out firsthand just how good harry is at playing a part--handsome, older henry devere has plenty of money to spare, but the poor man lives alone after being abandoned by his wife of some years. and he's meant to be vacationing with friends looking for the next best thing, but mr. devere is back early, sleeping soundly in his bed.
and really, it's not like teddy doesn't have some experience playing the little nighttime burglar--there's enough b&e's and grand larceny on his record to prove it. that's information harry supposes he's not to know, but it gives him enough context anyway.
the lights are out in his bedroom, drapes open with a cool night's breeze, yet harry is anything but asleep. his eyes are open in the darkness--he's waiting. teddy had cheekily suggested this cat and mouse game now that he's been emboldened by the things they've started incorporating into their bedroom and their routines. but harry doesn't think he knows quite what he's in for. there's a polished black pistol under his pillow, harry's hand gripped around it while he lies on his side and pretends to be asleep. teddy is quiet to an untrained ear when he tiptoes up the stairs and slips open the door, but harry has too many years of listening for misplaced sound in his own home not to know precisely where the boy is.
it's right when teddy is rooting through one of his drawers that he calmly sits up, gun in hand, and cocks it. the noise is practically deafening. he knows it would be proper to bring this thing up beforehand, to talk it through and assess comfort levels and all. but teddy...he doesn't always play by the rules either, and harry thinks this is just the sort of surprise his young lover will absolutely relish.]
Don't move. I know you're there--put your hands up and turn towards the window.
[he sounds confident, if not falsely alarmed and concerned as if he'll have to actually use his gun. he flicks on the light by his nightstand, and sure enough there's teddy. harry is in his silk jacquard pyjamas, looking a shade amusing with a gun in his hand, he's sure of it, but the set line of his jaw and the hardness in his eye should be a damn good convincing look.
this isn't his first rodeo, as they say, but teddy won't know that.]
[Edward Smith has a rap sheet that’s not excessive, but it’s... well it’s something. Theft and disrupting the peace are the two biggest offenses. A couple mentions of assault. He’s trouble with a pretty smile.
So “sneaking” into old man Henry’s isn’t anything he hasn’t done before. Dressed in all black, a beanie pulled over his curls, he’s rummaging through his things, looking for any hidden money or jewels. Lots of people did that, thought it was clever, like no one would think of of it.
But what he didn’t expect was someone being home. Okay in their little game he did, but he’s supposed to act like he doesn’t. Which he does, the voice making him pause. When he turns in place, hands up, he can’t help the way his breath catches. The glint of a gun in Harry’s hand in the light that’s turned on to expose him from the safety of the dark.]
[there's no shortage of stress factors in harry hart's life. when you're head of an international public relations firm that's really just part of the norm, and he's long since learned how to compartmentalize it all and put on a polite face. he's been ceo for the last ten years and there's no thoughts of retirement anytime soon, not when the money is good and there is still an element of satisfaction he gets at being able to help rehabilitate the images of those who deserve it. harry's a much more discerning man than most--he actually cares about morals and isn't afraid to turn down anyone who doesn't have them.
that doesn't mean he's unaccustomed to handling adults who make genuine mistakes and are sorry about it. but he's come to learn over time in this industry that a genuine apology and remorse are few and far between.
there's a good bit of travelling in between, but london will forever be his home. it may be a lonely one, but nothing can ever replace the smell of london or the prim little mews he has tucked away in kensington. it's not for lack of trying either--he's had a handful of romances, but none that were meant to last. and now as he enters his early fifties? the possibilities are a lot less promising, especially when he's got to worry about someone taking him for a ride over his money.
it's after a trip to tokyo to give a speech at a seminar that he finds himself tense and in need of a stiff drink and something warm to ease his muscles. on the flight home in his small, private aircraft he looks up a few recommended masseuses in the area before asking his assistant to schedule him one for the next morning. but that's not all that pops up--one of the top recommended results doesn't sound like any salon he's ever heard of.
he spends the next two hours staring at one edward smith, some sort of model with a jawline that could cut, perfectly coiffed golden ringlets along his forehead and creamy skin that belies his actual age. harry can't deny he's an attractive little thing--he's well-managed and marketed for whoever runs his page, too. and after he lands, he can't stop thinking about what else the young man has to offer up--so he goes back in the privacy of his own office. finds several videos that barely skirt the line of pornography after he gets past a pay-wall that he purchases without shame--videos featuring teddy just getting a good old-fashioned rubdown with little left to the imagination.
or at least that's what he assumes when he gives into his baser instincts under the influence of some more hard whiskey and gets ready to wank at the sight of those immaculate cheeks and luscious thighs--only to be teased with a wink at the young man's pert arse and pink pucker before it ends entirely.
a few weeks later and he's still there, still paying his way and even watching a few cheeky interviews and soundbites he's established. he learns as much as he can about the young man without encroaching into stalker territory and then...carries on with his life. it's just his dirty little secret when he gets home, time and time again.]
[If asked what he thought he'd be doing with his life by the time he entered his thirties, Edward Smith did not envision being an ass model. Not that he didn't have the assets for it, he certain did, but he'd been nothing but a socialite before hand, partying and sometimes getting in trouble. Until he'd tumbled into the bed of the right person.
He'd told him he had an arse worth putting in a picture frame. That guy knew another guy and they knew someone and it all snowballed into him modeling bottoms of all kinds. Trousers, pants, sometimes more fetish related things, even nude shots, but always "tasteful". Not full on porn stuff. He had to stay away from going full tilt sex stuff if he wanted to keep a lot of his contracts so he never wandered into that stuff.
Teddy did however dip his toe into it some what with what some would consider "softcore" by setting up a VIP section on his own site, photo shoots and videos only paying members would get. The fan favorites were his massage videos, honestly his fav too. Who didn't like getting massaged? Of course the main attraction was his butt, never doing anything naughty, but teasing the possibility of it, fingers pulling his cheeks apart to show off his cute pink puckered hole, a brief brush of a thumb against it and then back to business.
All tease and no reward. Kept them all coming back though. Teddy thinks it'll be a good way to boost something one of his contracts is working on, raising money for some charity. Honestly Teddy could careless, until he found out it was for animals. He had a soft spot for tiny cute furry things after all. So Teddy sends out an e-mail to his VIP members to get them involved, figuring he knows just the way to get them to dig deep into their pockets.]
To: teddybears From: teddyvip@mail.co.uk
Hello my Teddy Bears!
I've got a fun little competition for all interested in playing. I've got a fancy party coming up in a few weeks and I need a handsome Bear to bring with me. So here's the deal my Teddy Bears there's a place called Pause4Paws that needs a nudge of help to keep all puppies and kitties there warm and fed until they find their forever homes.
Whoever donates the most to them by the end of the week will get a date with me. Proof must be provided with a screenshot of your donation sent in a reply to this email by the end of Friday at 12am GMT. A winner will be chosen and announced on Monday!
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[harry hart absolutely googles his dates--few as they are these days; it's just that he has the convenience of being an international spy with a wealth of information at his disposal. he'd also be rather foolish not to, on the off case that this was business rather than pleasure. that's how he pulls up edward smith--better known as "mad teddy". his activities aren't quite the sort of nefarious that warrant a look-in by kingsman, rather petty on the scale of things but not exactly the sort to bring home proudly to one's mum.
what's more curious is--well, his face. he's a dead ringer for one garry "eggsy" unwin and that's...odd. that's worth having a look-in, even if this is just a date.
he's there at 8pm sharp, rolling up to the specified address in a 1956 jaguar xk140 mc roadster that's actually a personal vehicle of his, though he has had the foresight of sprucing it up with a few kingsman-issue trinkets for safety purposes. he's in full bespoke as usual, dark charcoal pinstripes with a silk maroon tie dimpled at his throat. hair slicked to the side, signet ring on his hand, black-rimmed glasses to change it up a bit from his usual tortoise shell.
when teddy steps up he'll find harry leaning casually against the passenger side of the car with arms folded across his chest and long legs crossed, waiting so he might open the door like a proper gentleman--as promised.]
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Sometimes if you break a few things and toss about a couple threats people will know better. On the other end of things, he's gone all the way with making sure deals are completed. Use of his body isn't off the table, nor does he mind. Especially with older men, they tend to have money to spend and are willing to wine and dine him because he's young and handsome. Teddy adores the attention and being pampered, so it works for him.
Harry is there on the dot in a jaguar that on sight lights a fire in his loins and has a smile spreading across his face. How can he not be instantly turned on by that vehicle? Look at it. It's beautiful. As is Harry, he's not what he expected, but he's quite handsome. An older gent, but he's had older. For both work and pleasure. He's dressed nicely himself, wanting to make a good impression, hair perfect, walking with a slight sway more playful than anything as he comes to stand before Harry.]
Oh, Harry, you're spoiling me.
[And not just with the jaguar. His eyes wander away from the car to Harry, quite blatant in the way they slowly travel down then up the long lines of his body. Legs for daaaays.]
Are we headed any where in particular? I did say I'd let you have a look after all and I'm a man of my word, darling.
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but what he's more stunned by than anything is--it's true. teddy looks exactly like the young man harry had picked up from holborn station and taken to kingsman not 24 hours prior. if he weren't so certain they were two separate individuals he might wonder if this was merlin having a laugh. teddy's hair is longer, the soft wave of it enticing and framing a face slightly more rounded than eggsy's. then there's the matter of an accent, the way he fills out his clothes a shade more and practically sashays over in confidence and a sensuality that he doesn't think his recruit would be capable of--not yet.
but it's not the oddest thing he's ever had happened to him, no. uncanny resemblance doesn't quite measure up to a long lost twin or an ai with one's distinct likeness put in place for a puppet regime while the real party was kept prisoner.
at teddy's lilting inquiry harry pushes himself up to his full height and smooths out his jacket, a pointed once-over of his own along the other man. hes not outright going to say he's dtf, but he doesn't think with the line of conversation this started from that he needs to. there's a pull at the left side of his mouth, a crooked smirk and brown eyes amused behind his glasses.]
I don't know about you, but I'm famished. The only decision is...shall we keep my reservation, or head straight for room service?
[if there's any doubt that it's the penthouse suite and an elegant choice of dining--there shouldn't be.]
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Back From the Dead(?)
I swear I'm still sore from last week
not a complaint love
(1 yr, 4 mths ago)
when you're not being the most busy man in the world I miss our little get togethers
could go for a drink
a nice ride or two 😉
(1 yr, 3 mths ago)
harry?
hello hello hello???
it's not very gentlemanly to ignore a beautiful young man in distress
and I am in distress
for your cock
(1 yr, 2 mths ago)
you're being terribly rude
(1 yr, 2 mths ago)
are you dead?
text yes if you're dead
(1 yr, 1 mth ago)
harry
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😒
(11 mths ago)
had a lovely dinner tonight
with a gentleman who knows how to text me back
who's much more handsome than you
(11 mths ago)
his cock was super average tho
and his car was shit
(10 mths ago)
I can't believe you're still ignoring me harry
you could at least tell me what I've done wrong
though we both know I haven't done anything wrong
you're welcome to try and make something up tho darling
(6 mths ago | Sent to all of his Contacts)
Happy Birthday to me, loves! 🎂
Who wants to take the birthday boy out for drinks?
(4 mths ago)
just reminding you you'll never have an arse like this again darling
💋💋💋💋
5 months later
Dearly yours,
Harry
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don't tell me you crashed one of your beautiful cars harry?
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Pure garbage
it takes him several minutes to get to his car and wander through the beautiful grounds of the royal naval college, and yves knows him well enough not to question why he's one of the first guests to be leaving the party. he also doesn't bat an eyelash when harry asks to be taken to the shagri-la at the shard. there harry picks up a bottle of champagne which he downs on his own in record time--changing out of what he'd worn to the wedding and instead pulling on one of his own tuxedos.
what happens next is a terrible idea.
he texts teddy, which wouldn't be the worst thing considering he's horribly smashed and teddy seems to love his company and his hilarity. he's all but been forgiven since his unintentional disappearance--but he supposes the beautiful red little porsce boxster harry had sent over completely tricked out after their last meeting might have made it a little sweeter of an incentive. who the hell has he got to spend money on now? his colleagues are gone, the few he calls friends. father long since dead, mother suffering acute dementia. and eggsy has a life of his own to be getting to, so that's that really.]
Can you be here in an hour, in the tuxedo I had made for you back when I invited you to the opera?
Shangri-La Suite at the Shard.
Please.
[he's not surprised when teddy agrees, but he thinks it'll be one when he saunters up to the ding of the elevator looking...well, looking looser than usual. there's a hard edge to his eyes despite the smirk on his lips, posture slouched and limbs more fluid than usual. teddy looks every bit as good as he remembered in that tux. devastating and soft, all smiles and a mischievous look in his eyes.
it's not a perfect match. but it's enough, and harry wraps an arm around his waist and pulls him close with a drawl in his ear.]
Darling. This is a very special occasion.
[he needs to explain. set the scene.
good god, what are you doing harry?]
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Not that Teddy is even remotely complaining. After letting Harry know he can indeed do both, he gets ready and hops in his ridiculously lovely and shiny porsce. It didn't take much to "forgive" Harry, considering he honestly does enjoy his company, and his money, and kicking up too much of a fuss once he found out what happened would have just been ridiculous.
When he arrives and gets his eyes on Harry there's something not right, not in a bad way mind you, but typically he's more perfect posture and ever the gentleman. Greeting him kindly and all that. Though Teddy doesn't mind when Harry skips pleasantries to come over and pull him in, though what he expects to be words of praise for how lovely he looks is something completely different.
Special occasion?]
Everyday with you is a special occasion, love.
[Teddy is quick to say, ever the cheeky thing, playing into what he knows will make Harry chuckle or give a soft roll of his eyes.]
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harry buries his nose against teddy’s throat and neck, inhaling sharply and pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the skin there. he can’t get to the beauty mark at his neck just yet, but he knows it’s there and he intends to absolutely maul it later. when he finally pulls back, it’s to smooth his hands down the line of teddy’s shoulders and arms, to offer him an adoring smile that still isn’t reaching his eyes.]
Why darling, look at us. It’s—our wedding night.
[harry lifts up his own arms to show off his tuxedo too and to gesture towards the scenery. it is the famed suite all of london was buzzing about—would be perfectly suited for an actual consummation or honeymoon. he looks down at teddy again, wordlessly asking—pleading even, to not ask questions and just fall into it like a role.]
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As much as Teddy loved having Harry pound his arse into infinity every time they had sex that’s all it had ever been. Hungry, needy make outs and fast and hard fucking. Not that they couldn’t make it last, oh did they, multiple rounds of it sometimes, but just that. Just fucking. Not a complaint, but with all the things they did now Teddy would loath to go back to just that all the time now.
He’s been busy today, deciding what to do for when his wonderful darling would return home. Harry had been gone for a few days, something “business” related, and he’d missed him so. Things were so dull without his company, but at the same time it was good to have time apart. It gave him time to plan wicked things.
By the time Harry returns it’s quiet in their abode, Teddy no where to be found when he calls out to him, no doubt expecting the younger man to swan on in and greet him. No such thing. Teddy will be in their bedroom, sitting on the end of the bed, sitting pretty with one leg over the other. He’s dressed for the occasion, pantyhose, short skirt, tanktop with a blazer over it and red heels. To match he’s sporting a bright red lip color, as it’s classic and sexy.
He’s got a few surprises Harry won’t see right off, but that will come later. When Harry finally makes his way to the bedroom Teddy is waiting, greeting him with a happy coo.]
I’m so glad you’re back, sir. I’ve missed you.
[Welcome home, Harry.]
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he's still getting used to having someone to come home to after so long living alone. "domestic" isn't something he'd have ever used to describe himself and teddy, but the number of trysts at expensive hotels and restaurants has dwindled a bit. not that harry doesn't still enjoy spoiling teddy rotten, he's just found other ways to do it.
but really--sometimes he wonders how he managed on his own for so long. having someone to come home to really is an incredible incentive. he calls teddy regularly during his "business trips", and the young man knows not to ask any probing questions about where he is so long as he gets a souvenir of some sort at the end of it and a kiss. this trip was a little shorter than the rest--just a quick in and out to shanghai. he's brought teddy back a beautiful silk embroidered robe given his penchant for stealing harry's favourite in the morning. when he finally makes it back to his new home, still in kensington but missing most of the things that had made his old mews familiar after some thirty years, he's absolutely expecting teddy to come bounding down the stairs and jump into his arms or drape himself on him immediately.
it brings him back to the days of coming back alone, and harry frowns. it's not technically that late--just a little after ten p.m., but he supposes it's possible his young lover may have fallen asleep. harry slips off his jacket and shoes, left in a white button down and his gun holsters and trousers.]
Darling?
[he tries calling out, and with no response he pours himself a drink in the kitchen quickly before heading upstairs. he knows teddy will be in the bedroom if he's there, so harry pushes the door open quietly, not wanting to wake him.
only--when he opens that door, he realizes whatever jet lag is settling in doesn't matter, nor does the desire to crawl into bed and sleep. how could he care about anything else besides how fucking incredible teddy looks? harry's eye widens, mouth going dry as he steps slowly into the bedroom.
he drags his gaze up the lines of those red heels, the muscle of his calves accentuated in delicate nylons, thighs firm and soft under his skirt. and the lipstick--fuck. harry wants to see how far down he can leave that splash of red on the shaft of his cock. he sets his drink down on the dresser closest to the door, unneeded as he steps inside.
sir, teddy says. not darling, not harry. there's a game here.]
You're a sight for sore eyes.
--Eye. [he corrects.]
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And you’re a sight for both eyes, sir.
[Teddy smiles, tongue laving out over his bottom lip as his eyes roam over Harry’s form from top to bottom.]
You must be tired from your trip, is there anything I can do for you?
[Asked sweetly, leg bouncing a little, red heeled shoe popping off the heel of his foot to hangvfrombhis toes, playful.]
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a lot of that is by choice, if he's honest. harry's not getting any younger--he doesn't recover as fast as he used to and it's much more effort to keep up with all the young men and women that have joined their ranks. he's not a liability and he's not incapable of it by any means, but he knows himself and he knows his body well enough to detect that he's on the precipice of what he hopes will be a graceful decline. retirement had never been a concept he'd considered...until he'd taken his own advice and gone and invited a boy half his age to move in with him. to have someone to come home to, to go to dinners and trips round the world with, to share experiences and stories from his past that weren't all outright lies because of his profession.
he gives up on eggsy after that dinner party. everything had changed for him that day, yes, but not in the way he'd briefly though it might upon the confession he never thought he'd hear. sometimes it still hurts if he thinks about it too long--the distance between them, the fact that eggsy is still consort to the princess of sweden and has essentially given up the promising future he would have had as a kingsman. it was hard not to think about all the what ifs--what if eggsy had come back and fought alongside him like they were made for it? but in some ways it's better. he'll never have to worry about delivering a medal to michelle for the second time and twisting a knife he left there nearly twenty years ago with lee's passing.
so harry moves on. all things considered his life with teddy is positively charmed. it's on one such charming night that they're on their way back from an early evening dinner in east london, harry in a slim cut suit sans tie and hair not quite as tightly slicked back in a way that he knows teddy has come to like on him. he's still got his blacked out tortoise shell frames and signet ring, oxfords and all the gadgets their new merlin has helped r&d come up with since then just in case. he's driving them both back to their home in one of his lovely cars when teddy's phone chirps. harry turns to him, wind in his hair and convertible top down with a lazy smile.
he's content. happy in a way he didn't think possible for himself four years ago, looking at the beautiful glow of a setting sun filtered over teddy's golden locks and soft jawline, warmth blooming his chest and the grounding realization of it all.]
Everything alright, darling?
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What started as nothing but a charming get together on occasion has become so much more. Serious. Harry is the first man he’s moved in with on a permanent basis, not like he’d never stayed with others before, but not like this. There was always a small voice in the back of his mind that one day Harry Hart would finall grow tired of him. That he wouldn’t fill that itch for him left by Eggsy.
At first he hadn’t cared honestly, if it happened it happened and he’d write another bitter book or play to get his revenge. He’d be sore about it sure, he didn’t like getting replaced, the idea of it pissed him off. Hell he’d been willing and ready to share Harry even, but strangely nothing ever came of the odd dinner with his doppelganger. At least not on his part. Things continued as they were and since then it seemed the distance only grew between Eggsy and Harry.
But even then that voice in the back of his mind got louder. Teddy couldn’t understand why at first, why it would bother him that way. But as they’re driving around after a lovely dinner, as always, the sun is starting to set and everything is perfect. They’re a smidge more casual, him opting for one of his pastel shirts, pink, and light grey slacks. He thinks to himself he’s glad they’re heading home, he’s tired after a big meal and just wants to relax. That’s what trips him up, their home. He’s since given up his own flat, moving most of his belongings to Harry’s as there was no point in keeping his own place after living with Harry for so long.
It had stopped being Harry’s home and become his home too. It’s what made Teddy realize that there was more to living with Harry than just liking how much he utterly spoiled him. He was attached. He...]
Mm?
[Thats his phone and Harry pipes up, curious. Checking the messsage it’s from his mother, asking how he’s doing. He’s not been around in a bit and she’s love to see him.]
Just mum. Says she’s baked some lovely treats. Mind if we pop over quick? Promise you’ll get a great out of it too.
[Whether that’s somehhing his mother baked or something only Teddy could give him. Well. Harry will just have to see.]
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it has nothing to do with insecurities either. when teddy had furiously texted him during his missing time in kentucky, harry had honestly been surprised to come back to it at all. he'd have long since assumed the boy would find someone with deeper pockets to occupy his time. the thought that he'd have left such an impression, one that irked teddy and left him still thinking of harry was actually more than a little touching.
but his mother--that's a new one. they've never done anything like that before, innocuous but deeply personal. maybe the closest thing had been eggsy dropping by for that bizarre dinner, a ghost from harry's past. all of harry's other friends and family have long since passed by now, and without teddy he'd be alone aside from statesman and a few of his other new kingsman coworkers. this feels like something someone in a relationship would do, but teddy invites him along like it's nothing at all.
how could harry say anything but yes?]
Of course, dear. Anything for you.
[something he says all too frequently when teddy wants something--lucky boy.]
Where to?
[something warm blooms in his chest at the idea of seeing where his paramour grew up, what kind of person his mother is like. if teddy is this eager to go, something tells him perhaps a mother's boy like himself isn't that wild an assumption. precious.]
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but after nearly three years together, it's different. teddy cares for him in ways he never would have expected him capable of, and harry has gone along with it. he knows full well he's been open to the idea of love longer than saying it after meeting his mother--but he never wanted to push.
life is funny that way, he supposes.
he springs a trip to france on him, which is where they are now. a few lazy days yachting off the coast of cannes, a visit to vineyards in nice before flying back up to paris for the remainder of several days. it's not unlike the faux-honeymoon they'd taken after that initial wedding, only this one is all the more important. this one is the real deal. harry feels as if the small box in his pocket will burn a hole through the fabric--he's been carrying it around ever since they left for safe-keeping. a tasteful rose gold band with diamonds encrusted between two strips.
they're dining at ciel de paris--the eiffel tower in all its sparkling glory right outside their window, but it can't compare to teddy dolled up with his hair in the swooping curl that harry has always adored. his skin may not be as baby smooth, he might have already been horrified and spent days complaining when he'd first noticed a few lines on his face as he nudged towards middle-age, but he's still one of the most magnificent creatures harry has ever laid eyes on. his rump of veal has barely been touched, he's been too busy sipping at his wine and gazing fondly across the table, waiting for the perfect moment.
but it's right before dessert that he finally sets down his fork with an air of finality, eye intent and serious as it fixes on teddy.]
The last few years have been an utter joy with you, my darling. I never could have anticipated how much you'd come to mean to me--or why you'd endeavour to keep an old one-eyed man in your life like me.
[if teddy thinks back, this is technically the anniversary of their first accidental conversation and subsequent dinner. maybe harry's just gearing up for a declaration of love on their anniversary?]
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Ridiculous, he'd thought at first. Marriage? Him settling down and getting married to anyone? Especially to Harry Hart. Not that Harry wasn't perfect, he was, but that's what was... scary? Maybe, really Teddy wasn't sure, he wasn't good at sticking to one person, at being emotionally connected to people. Not the way people normally did that is. Yet here he was, years living with Harry, being with just him.
... it was odd to think about it, to realize. It was even more so when he suddenly accepted one day that he would like that, being married to Harry. Some sort of finality with this man he'd been with for quite a while now. This man who treated him like he was the most important person in the world, even after Teddy had seen the one other man who could have taken that from him, he'd still some how managed to be that for Harry Hart.
All of this and more is swirling through his mind as Harry whisks him away to France, for a devastatingly romantic get away. Of course he's spoiled rotten, of course, yachting, tasting wine at vineyards and of course spending plenty of time in Paris. Everything is like magic there, beautiful architecture and expensive places to eat and shop at. Harry's brought him to the most lovely place for dinner, they can see the Eiffel Tower right out the window as well as the lights of the rest of the city, it's stunning.
They've just finished their dinner, no doubt dessert coming up next as he's polishing off a glass of some no doubt expensive wine that Harry waxes on at him. Quite romantically, admitting how much he means to him... Teddy wondered at times, truly, if he were more than just a young pretty thing that Harry liked having around, which always worked fine for him, yet. Over the years, as he got older, his mindset started to shift about it. The more his mum get asking if he'd settle down with Harry, the longer he lived with him... was he more than that to Harry? Did he love him?
Did he love him like how he loved (or still loved) Eggsy?]
Oh Harry, love, you make it seem like I'm so put upon.
[Teddy's eyes crinkle as he smiles, setting his glass down.]
You're not just any old one-eyed man, you're my old one-eyed man who's still dashingly handsome and a gentleman to put all others to shame... besides, Bijou would never forgive me if I left you. She adores you so.
[While it's true, it's an easy get away with not having to straight up admit out loud that he in fact adores Harry as well. That he cares quite a bit for Harry. That he loves him.]
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he loves him. he wants to spend the rest of his life with him, and if kingsman and eggsy have taught him one thing? it's that he shouldn't live with regrets; he can strike that very fine line of a balance between the sacrifices he makes for the good of the world and return home to something that makes him happy too. maybe it's selfish, but after losing so much, he's not ready to ever give this up.
and now he's willing to commit to it for real--to make the big fuss because honestly. when hasn't teddy enjoyed being fussed over and spoiled rotten? the answer is never. including the adorable little teacup puppy bijou, who harry has been secretly thrilled to watch teddy care for in between his own time with the little bundle of joy. it's not like they're built for childcare, adoption is out of the question...it's the closest thing to a family they'll ever come to have.
the timely joke about her calms harry's nerves just a little bit, a chuckle slipping out as he keeps fiddling with the box in his pocket. he could live for teddy's smile--he could get used to seeing the signs of his age and the realization that they're going to grow old together. it's perfection, and it makes harry's heart swell and beat manically in his chest.]
Just as I adore you. I don't think I want to go another day without waking up and knowing--you're mine. And now...I want the rest of the world to know it too.
[he stands, and while that sort of thing would normally bring a casual glance here or there if it were a man passing, enough people let their stares linger to see harry walking determinedly to the other side of the table where teddy is forced to turn a bit in his seat to keep looking and listening to harry. that's when he sinks onto one knee, fluidly pulling out the beautiful red box and popping it open to reveal the ring.]
Richard Edward Smith, my darling Teddy, would you give me the ultimate privilege and honour--will you marry me?
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So why was Harry across the room flirting with some woman? It’s not just talking, Teddy’s not stupid, the way Harry is looking at her, his body language, lingering light touches as they laugh about whatever nonsense they’re on about. What burns his britches more than anything is that it’s a woman.
She’s closer to Harry’s age, at least fifty, trying to play off being thirty. Fake tits and a done up face that’s got more fillers than real fat in it. It’s not that she isn’t beautiful, but what’s so great about her? What can she give Harry he can’t? He’s Edward Smith, he’s younger and a beauty all of his own. Had Harry tired of his youth or did he miss having a real pussy to put his cock in? His arse wasn’t enough? Wasn’t warm enough? Tight enough?
A flurry of thoughts whirl though his head as he slams his empty glass on a nearby table and he starts moving throug the crowd of people, picking up a full glass of something else. Doesn’t matter what it is really, it’s not for drinking.]
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that doesn't mean he's not his perfectly charming, affectionate self--and a real smile from harry hart looks so convincing, doesn't it? eyes crinkling, face looking years younger and the open-mouthed flash of teeth when he laughs. they're standing close enough that maybe it could be misconstrued, but it's mostly their peers and it hardly matters.
harry is very much looking forward to surprising teddy by being home early--he's got more than a few trinkets to pick up on the way home already painstakingly selected and waiting for him.
so he thinks nothing of it when he leans in to kiss anna's cheek, a good-natured arm around her to thank her for the usb drive containing a list of prospective buyers for a certain russian ballistic missile she's just slipped into his other hand.]
Anna, dorogaya moya, thank you as always.
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It shouldn’t matter. This shouldn’t bother him. They’re not a couple, they’ve been we discussed this or any terms concerning their living arrangement, beyond Harry preferring Teddy be careful and not sleep around willy nilly. Keep his nose clean, stay out of trouble. But they’d never really laid lines on exclusivity, or given their... whatever this was a name. So this shouldn’t matter. Be mad Harry lied about being out of town, sure, but that’s not what has Teddy’s mind broiling hot as he slips through people to find himself in front of the two lovebirds.
It’s so quick, he already knew what he’d planned to do, flicking his wrist with a full glass of red wine right at the woman standing with Harry’s arm around her. It’ll mostly hit her, upper chest, face, but Harry will definitely get caught in the cross fire too. Teddy sticks around long enough to see the shock on the woman’s face and hear a few startled gasps of people nearby who saw it happen before he turns tail and starts to purposefully head for the door.
He made his point. He’s leaving now. Tonight was supposed to be easy, lighthearted fun while he waited Harry’s return. Instead he's trying to understand why his chest feels so tight, why he’s desperately trying to be more angry than heartbroken.]
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and really, it's not like teddy doesn't have some experience playing the little nighttime burglar--there's enough b&e's and grand larceny on his record to prove it. that's information harry supposes he's not to know, but it gives him enough context anyway.
the lights are out in his bedroom, drapes open with a cool night's breeze, yet harry is anything but asleep. his eyes are open in the darkness--he's waiting. teddy had cheekily suggested this cat and mouse game now that he's been emboldened by the things they've started incorporating into their bedroom and their routines. but harry doesn't think he knows quite what he's in for. there's a polished black pistol under his pillow, harry's hand gripped around it while he lies on his side and pretends to be asleep. teddy is quiet to an untrained ear when he tiptoes up the stairs and slips open the door, but harry has too many years of listening for misplaced sound in his own home not to know precisely where the boy is.
it's right when teddy is rooting through one of his drawers that he calmly sits up, gun in hand, and cocks it. the noise is practically deafening. he knows it would be proper to bring this thing up beforehand, to talk it through and assess comfort levels and all. but teddy...he doesn't always play by the rules either, and harry thinks this is just the sort of surprise his young lover will absolutely relish.]
Don't move. I know you're there--put your hands up and turn towards the window.
[he sounds confident, if not falsely alarmed and concerned as if he'll have to actually use his gun. he flicks on the light by his nightstand, and sure enough there's teddy. harry is in his silk jacquard pyjamas, looking a shade amusing with a gun in his hand, he's sure of it, but the set line of his jaw and the hardness in his eye should be a damn good convincing look.
this isn't his first rodeo, as they say, but teddy won't know that.]
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So “sneaking” into old man Henry’s isn’t anything he hasn’t done before. Dressed in all black, a beanie pulled over his curls, he’s rummaging through his things, looking for any hidden money or jewels. Lots of people did that, thought it was clever, like no one would think of of it.
But what he didn’t expect was someone being home. Okay in their little game he did, but he’s supposed to act like he doesn’t. Which he does, the voice making him pause. When he turns in place, hands up, he can’t help the way his breath catches. The glint of a gun in Harry’s hand in the light that’s turned on to expose him from the safety of the dark.]
I don’t want no trouble, sir.
[Then why are you in his house, little theif?]
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that doesn't mean he's unaccustomed to handling adults who make genuine mistakes and are sorry about it. but he's come to learn over time in this industry that a genuine apology and remorse are few and far between.
there's a good bit of travelling in between, but london will forever be his home. it may be a lonely one, but nothing can ever replace the smell of london or the prim little mews he has tucked away in kensington. it's not for lack of trying either--he's had a handful of romances, but none that were meant to last. and now as he enters his early fifties? the possibilities are a lot less promising, especially when he's got to worry about someone taking him for a ride over his money.
it's after a trip to tokyo to give a speech at a seminar that he finds himself tense and in need of a stiff drink and something warm to ease his muscles. on the flight home in his small, private aircraft he looks up a few recommended masseuses in the area before asking his assistant to schedule him one for the next morning. but that's not all that pops up--one of the top recommended results doesn't sound like any salon he's ever heard of.
he spends the next two hours staring at one edward smith, some sort of model with a jawline that could cut, perfectly coiffed golden ringlets along his forehead and creamy skin that belies his actual age. harry can't deny he's an attractive little thing--he's well-managed and marketed for whoever runs his page, too. and after he lands, he can't stop thinking about what else the young man has to offer up--so he goes back in the privacy of his own office. finds several videos that barely skirt the line of pornography after he gets past a pay-wall that he purchases without shame--videos featuring teddy just getting a good old-fashioned rubdown with little left to the imagination.
or at least that's what he assumes when he gives into his baser instincts under the influence of some more hard whiskey and gets ready to wank at the sight of those immaculate cheeks and luscious thighs--only to be teased with a wink at the young man's pert arse and pink pucker before it ends entirely.
a few weeks later and he's still there, still paying his way and even watching a few cheeky interviews and soundbites he's established. he learns as much as he can about the young man without encroaching into stalker territory and then...carries on with his life. it's just his dirty little secret when he gets home, time and time again.]
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He'd told him he had an arse worth putting in a picture frame. That guy knew another guy and they knew someone and it all snowballed into him modeling bottoms of all kinds. Trousers, pants, sometimes more fetish related things, even nude shots, but always "tasteful". Not full on porn stuff. He had to stay away from going full tilt sex stuff if he wanted to keep a lot of his contracts so he never wandered into that stuff.
Teddy did however dip his toe into it some what with what some would consider "softcore" by setting up a VIP section on his own site, photo shoots and videos only paying members would get. The fan favorites were his massage videos, honestly his fav too. Who didn't like getting massaged? Of course the main attraction was his butt, never doing anything naughty, but teasing the possibility of it, fingers pulling his cheeks apart to show off his cute pink puckered hole, a brief brush of a thumb against it and then back to business.
All tease and no reward. Kept them all coming back though. Teddy thinks it'll be a good way to boost something one of his contracts is working on, raising money for some charity. Honestly Teddy could careless, until he found out it was for animals. He had a soft spot for tiny cute furry things after all. So Teddy sends out an e-mail to his VIP members to get them involved, figuring he knows just the way to get them to dig deep into their pockets.]
To: teddybears
From: teddyvip@mail.co.uk
Hello my Teddy Bears!
I've got a fun little competition for all interested in playing. I've got a fancy party coming up in a few weeks and I need a handsome Bear to bring with me. So here's the deal my Teddy Bears there's a place called Pause4Paws that needs a nudge of help to keep all puppies and kitties there warm and fed until they find their forever homes.
Whoever donates the most to them by the end of the week will get a date with me. Proof must be provided with a screenshot of your donation sent in a reply to this email by the end of Friday at 12am GMT. A winner will be chosen and announced on Monday!
Hope to meet one of you lucky Teddy Bears soon,
❤ Teddy Smith ❤
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