I will come back and comment on everyone's fic (just embarrassed that it took this long to realize I missed this week's WiP Wednesday)

From the second Kingsman Reverse Bang. The one I posted from last week.

Harry returns to the bedroom and thinks about sacking out on the couch. It's long enough to accommodate him, but it's a little soft, which would mean a restless night and an aching back in the morning. Besides, he knows his own body – the shower wank will ensure that he doesn't wake up to morning wood – and he's not a restless sleeper. More than one person has told him that he is so still when he sleeps, it's like sharing a bed with a corpse.

He gets into bed, the mattress as pleasingly firm as he remembers, and does his best to fall asleep. But the warm body, not more than two feet away, is making that difficult. Eggsy isn't precisely thrashing about, but he's always moving – feet twitching under the covers, shifting the pillow he's hugging, pulling the covers over his shoulder.

This is a bad idea.

Harry changes his mind about the couch and goes to push back the covers. In that moment, Eggsy rolls over and the pillow he'd been hugging goes flying, his arms find Harry and he clings like a young monkey on his mother's back. Eggsy does something that pulls Harry closer and now Harry is Eggsy's pillow.

Harry tries to twitch himself free, but every time he moves, Eggsy clings that much tighter. It's almost like playing tug of war with a dog, the more he pulls away, the harder Eggsy pulls him back. Eggsy's breathing is too even, the sounds he makes are too contented for this to be some sadistic version of gay chicken. Harry resigns himself to a long and very sleepless night.

Except that sleep does come, and surprisingly easily. Harry doesn't remember dreaming, but when he wakes, he feels unusually well-rested, if a bit warm. Eggsy is still splayed over his torso, his cheek on Harry's shoulder.

It takes all his skill as a contortionist, which is minimal at best, to turn his head and check the bedside clock. It's barely seven AM, but it means he's had a solid six hours of sleep and he can disturb Eggsy without feeling too guilty.

Before he can pull himself out of Eggsy's arms, the boy opens his eyes. "Harry?"

Harry smiles. "Good morning."

"Uh - did I sleep like this all night?"

"I'm afraid you found me to be a most comfortable pillow."

Eggsy sits up, looking like an cherub out of a child's storybook, or perhaps the very personification of temptation. Harry swallows and wills his cock to behave.

"Sorry about that. Probably a left over from when I would sleep with Daisy."

"Daisy?"

"Yeah, my baby sis. She liked to cuddle with me." Eggsy slides to the other side of the bed and hops to the floor. "Mind if I hit the bog first?"

"No, go right ahead." Harry lets out a sigh of relief when Eggsy closes the bathroom door behind him. Harry flips back the covers and looks at the tent in his pajamas. "You're fifty-two years old, you're beyond this foolishness."