It was four days after Valentine, Neil now drug free and successfully recuperating once Merlin had let him leave Kingsman's med bay, that the doorbell rung. Lady Jane let out a yip and raised her head from where it had been rested on Neil's feet. The blonde tore his eyes away from the tv,   supernatural season four playing on, and glanced over at his front door. The doorbell rung again. Cheerful bells that echoed round his apartment. Neil sighed and removed his feet from under the dog and placed his can of cider on the coffee table before standing. He shuffled towards the door, one hand pushing up his pyjama top to scratch at his stomach as he reached the front door. A press to the intercom system in the wall brought up the camera feed to the hall outside. Neil paused. 

Eggsy was standing in the hall, which was surprising since Neil was pretty sure that the man shouldn't know where he lived. Another thing that made his eyes narrow was the way he was dressed. A fine tailored deep grey suit fitted smoothly over his form and a familiar pair of black glasses stood on his nose, hair smartly brushed back and a umbrella in on hand. As Neil watched, Eggsy looked up at the camera over the door and gave a small wave. Neil blinked, giving himself a once over. He was wearing his favourite, worn so often that they were soft, tshirt and sweats. Hair messy with bedhead and the fact that he hadn't tried to tame it that morning after a shower. He looked like he hadn't gotten out of bed all day, which was sort of accurate. But it was not as if he could change right now. 

With a resigned aura of a man who's reputation had been ruined so utterly, he unlocked the door and pulled it open. Eggsy smirked at his appearance. Neil frowned at him. "Why are you here? I never gave you address". 

"Roxy did", came the reply. The brunette gave him a slow look up and down, smirk curling further. "You look adorable by the way". 

"If you're here to call me cute then you can leave", Neil retorted, one shoulder leaning against the doorframe. Lady Jane nosed at the back of his legs, eager to see who came to visit. He closed the door slightly to stop her from getting out. 

"You were nicer when you were high", Eggsy shot back. "How's your mum by the way? Had any pavlova?" 

Neil groaned and pressed his face to the door in an effort to stop the embarrassed flush from making it's way to his cheeks. Unfortunately for him, his pale skin did him no favours. "I was drugged". 

"You were cute". Eggsy shrugged and smiled. It was warm and lightly teasing. "You gonna let me in or what?" 

Neil wordless held open the door and Lady Jane ran round his legs with tail wagging excitement. Eggsy immediately dropped to his knees to greet her with attention. Neil stood in the door and crossed his arms. "So why are you here? Not that I'm objecting to the view of you on your knees". 

Eggsy looked up with a familiar spark in his eyes. "And here I thought you had lost interest in me after I won. What? You a sore loser?" He gave Lady Jane another pat and rose. Neil let the door close with a click. In the hall they seemed a bit too close, blue eyes meeting green. 

"No but I'm an even better winner". In the living room sounds of Dean cursing out Sam echoed from the tv. Neither man moved. Their gaze was electric and neither wanted to break the connection. 

Eggsy blinked and grinned. "And her I thought you had forgotten all about your promise". 

"And what did I promise?" Neil murmured, leaning back into the wall. 

"A reward". Eggsy leaned closer. "I definitely recall you promising to give me a kiss once I saved the world. I came to collect". 

"Did I?" Neil feigned ignorance. He slipped out from around the brunette and padded over into the living room to drape himself back over the couch. Eggsy's eyes followed him and the man stepped forwards. For a second Neil's mind brought back their first meeting. It seemed a twist for him to be the one dressed down and Eggsy to be the one in the suit. The memory made his lips twitch as he turned his gaze to the tv. 

Eggsy huffed and stalked over to snatch up the remote and hit pause. "I was watching that", Neil stated calmly. The other man smiled. 

"No you weren't. I believe you owe me a reward and a gentleman always keeps to his word". He moved closer, framing Neil's crossed legs with his own as he leaned down. One hand reaching to grip the back of the sofa. Neil looked up and smile like a cat who had gotten the cream. 

"Are you finally going to set about proving all those claims you made?" 

"If you want". 

"Well", Neil let out a sigh. "I suppose you did win. You saved the world after all and made it as a agent. That does deserve some sort of reward". 

"It definitely comes with perks", Eggsy muttered, eyes on Neil's lips. 

"I'm sure". It was easy for him to reach out and curl one hand round the tie tucked into the blazer and tug gently. Eggsy went willingly and Neil closed his eyes. Their lips met and all the tension, the electricity that had bubbled between them for weeks boiled over. It was a rough kiss, consuming and claiming. Neil's hands gripped at Eggy's shoulders, needing to pull him closer as their lips moved. Eggsy' hand moved form the sofa to cup the blonde's neck, fingers caressing the short hairs at the top of his neck as his thumb rubbed circles into his jaw. Neil uncrossed his legs and leaned forwards as Eggsy did something with his tongue that made him gasp. 

When they separated it was with shared breaths and stinging lips. Neil grinned smugly. "Did I mention that you look rather dashing in your suit?" He whispered. 

"Not yet but I would love to hear more", Eggsy grinned back. Then his hands were worming under the blonde's thighs and pulling him up. They were similar heights but Neil was slimmer, even so it caught him off guard for a second as he was lifted and turned. Eggsy sitting down and pulling the blonde onto his lap. 

Neil smirked at the change in position and happily made himself comfortable as the other man's hands rested on his hips. "I mean, I could lay out in detail exactly what I think about you in suits, but my ideas for the night involve a lot less talking and my bed".  With those words, he rocked his hips and pressed his palms to the other man's chest. 

Eggsy groaned. "Fuck. You are going to be the death of me. You know". 

"Only if it's la petite mort". His tongue curled the French smoothly and smile that bloomed across his face was sinful. "And you owe me a date after this. I'am not cheap". 

"I could have guessed", Eggsy chucked, one hand letting go to gesture at the apartment around them. The warm but obviously expensive decor. "Don't worry. I plan on taking you out tomorrow morning. But only after I've proven myself of course". 

"Of course", Neil grinned. "Now are you going to fuck me or not?" The hands tightening on his hips and the press of lips to his was all the answer either needed. 

unedited 

finally! The tension was getting too much.