Q

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Bond had been working on the cottage when he saw Q disappear into his temporary home with that fit nurse. Hector, called Hex. Nurse, Army medic, chatty bloke who was smart enough, but guileless. He was certain Q would eat him alive.

But then time stretched out and the man hadn't left. And still more time. Bond worked slower and slower until he finally saw Hex emerge with a stack of magazines. He rushed to his own place and Bond wiped his rough hands on his jeans, wiped the sweat from his brow, and made straight for Q's door.

He did have the manners to knock, though he feared what state he might find the boffin in. Hex had been in there for quite some time...

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"And so, I think if what you're asking is if we can continue getting to know each other and still carry on as usual with...other interests...I think the answer is yes," he said.

[cuppa_q]

Meaning Bond intended to keep sleeping with other people, Q assumed.

"Right," he sighed. "...Right."

Maybe he should sleep with Hex. Maybe he needed that to help him not get too hung up on James.

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"Are you sure?" Bond asked softly.

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"No, but it's only fair," Q shrugged.

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"What is your vision of the scenario?" Bond asked, curious about how Q would prefer this all play out.

[cuppa_q]

"I don't have one. I don't know how we make this work. I know what I like, you've made it clear you're not interested- So it makes sense I indulge with someone who shares my interests, and fair you indulge in whoever you like," Q answered, shrugging. "There's no ideal way to make this work, it simply is what it is."

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Bond nodded slowly. "But in the end, you'd still be open to me proving myself to you?" he asked.

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"I don't know. I don't think I can predict how I'll feel," Q said honestly.

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That told Bond it might all be for nothing, but he was determined. He had feelings for Q, unlike he'd ever felt before. And when Bond had an end goal, he wasn't easily shaken.

"Then we'll see what happens," he said.

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Q nodded, but for now his hope felt... Well, it had taken a hit. Even if Bond didn't lose interest, he now wondered if they were even compatible long term.

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Bond nodded once as well, then leaned in to press a kiss to Q's forehead. He figured it was in his best interest not to think about what Q may or may not want to do with someone else. As it was, he'd likely not turn down Robin if he came calling...though Bond was in no rush to seek him out. He was focused on winning Q's heart, and he'd see to it that happened.

Even if Hex had to mysteriously vanish.

[cuppa_q]

Q closed his eyes at the soft press of lips, then moved closer. For a moment there was no reason to fear what might be. It was all crumbling anyway, wasn't it? What did it matter if he...

Tilting his head up, he pressed a kiss to Bond's lips.

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He tilted his head and kissed Q back. A slow crush that had him taking hold of the younger man's waist to hold him close. He could easily get lost in this. The thrill of it made his heart pound, made his skin hot.

Dangerous territory, he knew. He could so easily press his advantage and ruin their fragile understanding.

[cuppa_q]

Q moaned against his lips, his mind going blissfully blank as he let himself just enjoy this tiny fantasy come to life.

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That sound shot straight to his cock. Bond tightened his hold on Q, hauling him closer until their bodies were tightly pressed together. He tongue slid in against Q's and he let out a low rumble of pleasure at the taste of him.

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The tighter Bond held him, the more Q seemed to respond. He became more vocal, his posture shifting slightly as he relaxed into the embrace.

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One hand rose and Bond thrust his fingers into Q's hair, cradling the back of his head while curling his fingers to tug enough to be felt. The kiss built in fervor, Bond relishing every second of it before Q came to his senses. Bond was certain he would. The boffin had boundaries; he'd made that clear.

[cuppa_q]

That was enough to break the boffin's resolve, and Q let out a low whine of pleasure at the tug on his hair as he slumped slightly against Bond.

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Bond's hold on his waist let go, but only so he could slide his hand down to the curve of Q's ass. He tugged him closer, the ridge of his arousal pressing hard against Q's hip. He tore his mouth from Q's, leaving him kiss-bruised and wanting. A sharp pull of the younger man's hair had his neck on offer, and Bond carved a trail of kisses along his throat.

[cuppa_q]

With a sharp cry, Q bucked against the double-o, his skin flushed and hands uncharacteristically shaky as he clutched onto James' shirt. Common sense was desperately trying to creep back in though, trying to urge him to pull away.

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Bond didn't go in for bondage, but he didn't mind getting a bit rough. Teeth found sensitive areas and he bit, then sucked hard kisses to leave love bites on Q's pale skin. He tracked up one side, up to Q's ear, where he whispered,

"Where do you draw the line, Q?" he asked. "Because God knows I don't want to stop touching you..."

[cuppa_q]

The boffin was trembling now, trembling with want, with nerves, and he let out a soft sob of a sound.

"Please," he whispered, exhaling with a shakey breath.

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He pulled away a little so they weren't flush anymore, but he only did it so he could wedge his hand between them. He could feel Q's desire through his trousers and made quick work of flicking open his fly. He cupped the shape of him and began to rub through his pants, all the while kissing and biting from one side of his neck to the other.

[cuppa_q]

Q bucked hard into the touch- And then finally, awkwardly, forced himself to pull away.

He looked a state, dishevelled, flushed, wanton- And visibly embarrassed by how out of control he'd allowed himself to be with Bond.

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Bond drank in the sight of him. His tussled hair, the way his shirt hung rumpled, trousers undone and barely clinging to his hips. His gaze was drawn to the shape of the bulge the small damp spot where Q had leaked a bit. No surprise, Bond had done his best to drive him mad.

The agent took a step back, giving Q that much more space.

"If it's what you really want, I'll stop," he said, paused, then asked, "Is it what you really want, Q?"