It was dark.

There were lots of people with very big guns outside the dark, all of them aiming to kill just two targets - Eggsy, who was, should someone open the door, pressed against the left wall, and Harry, who was pressed against the right. This pressing was really a side effect of the size of the space. They were also pressed rather tightly to each other.

Eggsy's back was cool from the wall and his chest was burning with Harry's warmth, and he was trying very hard to focus on the broom handle that was in danger of poking out his eye rather than Harry's hot, humid breath on his neck.

Harry didn't seem to be affected - not that Eggsy had expected him to be, of course, but it still wasn't fair. Harry had one hand braced on the wall behind Eggsy, the other holding a gun by their hips, and fuck all if that wasn't another thing Eggsy was trying very hard not to focus on. He could just feel the press of the metal against the top of his thigh, and at some point he must've picked up a goddamn fetish.

"Do you have any thoughts on how to get us out of this?" Eggsy asked, trying for light. He failed.

"Not just now" Harry said, and his breath ghosted over Eggsy's ear and Eggsy couldn't contain his shiver.

And maybe, if he weren't a trained operative, he wouldn't have caught the bitten-off sound Harry made when that shiver moved them together deliciously.

Slowly, Eggsy started to grin. "Well then, I guess we should just stay in here for now, yeah?" he said, and he boldly dropped one hand to Harry's hip.

This time Harry didn't make a sound, but pressed together like they were Eggsy could feel every muscle as it coiled and shook.

"Maybe, if we wait long enough, they'll just forget all about us." He moved forward so he could whisper in Harry's ear "Who knows how long we'll be stuck here."

He leaned in and ghosted his lips up Harry's neck, let himself nip at his jawline, and made very sure not to consider his actions.

Harry swore and dropped the gun. It fell to the floor with a clatter, and Eggsy spared a thought for the men with the bigger guns outside before Harry's mouth crashed into his and they were kissing. Harry kissed him like he'd been holding back for a century, and wasn't that something to think about when he could spare the oxygen to his brain. Harry's glasses clattered to the floor.

It was light.

Like a switch had been flipped, Harry was no longer the heat pressing him into the wall in the closet, but a Kingsman knight out tearing shit up. Eggsy maybe stumbled on his way out, but he was just as much a Kingsman now, and he came out guns blazing right alongside Harry.

They could talk later. For now, they had a mission to finish.

Besides, watching Harry fight with his hair mussed and his glasses gone was hot.