Portal Plot - Q, Harry

[0_0_7]

The news of the portal spread fast and Bond was keen to see what it was all about. A way home was nothing he'd pass up. And, of course, he'd grabbed Q ad Harry to make sure they got home, too.

They stepped out in London, right into Bond's flat with his television and lone chair, files and folders scattered on a box that served as a table. The first thing he did was turn on the telly to the news.

And today in Cornwall there was a massive earthquake that triggered a landslide. Geologist have no explanation for it as earthquakes are not common in that area. Locals blame the poor conditions of ancient, crumbling mines...

Bond clicked it off.

"Q, get on the phone and call M. Then we'll know if we need to be debriefed or if we can go get dinner and drinks at some civilized place."

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[lepidopterologist]

When the kiss broke, Harry offered him a little smile. He realized that he should really say something now. Or ask, really. Before their lives went on too much here, and bonus, while he was on painkillers.

"James, now that we're here, that we're not trapped, and now that I'm going to cause complications for you..." He met his eyes. "You're still not resentful of my stepping into your relationship with him?"

[0_0_7]

"Harry...I made my decisions. I'm not going to go back on them just because we've returned to London," he assured him.

[lepidopterologist]

"You made decisions in a very specific context," Harry pointed out. He sighed softly and brought the wash cloth to the back of Bond's neck. "It's just that if this is going to fall apart, it would save us all a lot of grief if it happened now."

[0_0_7]

"This sounds a lot like you've already decided to leave, Harry. Are you breaking up with me?" Bond asked, eyes closed.

[lepidopterologist]

“God no,” Harry said hastily. “I’ve just assumed... James, there was a time when I rather thought you might murder me in my sleep.”

[0_0_7]

"And after all this time, do you still feel the same way?" Bond asked, opening his eyes then to look at Harry.

[lepidopterologist]

"No, of course not," Harry said. "But you're a hard man to read. We both are, I'd imagine. But I can see it every time you look at him, how deep you are."

[0_0_7]

"If only he saw that," Bond replied. "He trusts you. I have my doubts he'll ever trust me. I've come to terms with that, too," Bond replied. He'd made his peace with many things. Harry could give Q a security Bond never could- or rather, he was certain Q would never accept from him.

[lepidopterologist]

"I think he knows," Harry said quietly, and brought the washcloth down his back to his waist. "I just wanted to say, that if we're going to make a go of it here, considering all the complications that will cause - I want you to know that I'm in. And I want - " He hesitated. "I want to get closer to you, too. If this is what it is." He might not have said this if he hadn't experienced his own reaction when Bond was shot. But he'd certainly had a reaction.

[0_0_7]

"I think I'd like that, Harry," Bond replied. He moved to touch him, running his hand up the man's arm, then up to his face. He held him there a moment, then kissed him again.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry kissed him back, and found himself dropping the washcloth, sliding his hands onto Bond's waist. Then caught himself.

"I - I'm sorry. Now isn't the time."

[0_0_7]

"Now is the perfect time," Bond said. Perhaps the pills were making him less than clear headed, but he wasn't in terrible pain and Harry was so close...so he sought the man's mouth and kissed him again.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry was only human, and found himself kissing back as one of his hands slid down to Bond's ass. Though he did manage to murmured, "Q is just there in the bed..."

[0_0_7]

"Then we'll have to be quiet. Shouldn't disturb him- he needs his sleep," Bond replied.

[lepidopterologist]

"I just don't want him to - " Be upset, Harry realized. About the two of them together, without him. But he'd been with Q alone, and he assumed Bond had, too. This should be expected. A logical next step. Harry just hadn't anticipated it happening in a hotel bathroom with one of them less than 24 hours off of a bullet wound.

"And you're injured," he finished, sliding a hand carefully onto Bond's chest.

[0_0_7]

"I'm sure we can come up with something that doesn't involve my shoulder," he replied, a bit of a smirk on his lips. "You can't back out now, Harry..."

He took the man's hand and guided it down, just so Harry could feel the thick heat of how much Bond wanted him.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry wrapped his fingers around Bond's cock, his eyes widening a bit in surprised at how aroused he was already. He began to stroke it slowly while looking up at him.

[0_0_7]

"That's more like it," Bond exhaled, pushing his hips forward into the touch.

[lepidopterologist]

"You shouldn't exert yourself," Harry said quietly. "Let me take care of you." He leaned in and kissed his chest lightly.

[0_0_7]

Bond dropped his chin so he could kiss Harry's head, breathing in the scent of his shampoo that still faintly clung to his hair.

"If you insist," he whispered.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry immediately dropped to his knees and wrapped his lips around Bond's cock. He found he'd wanted to do this for a while.

[0_0_7]

Bond groaned low, desperately trying to be quiet. His fingers carded into Harry's short hair to hold on. To steady himself. To have just that much more connection.

[lepidopterologist]

It was so nice to hear that reaction, to know that he was making him feel that way, and despite his misgivings about the timing, Harry simply concentrated on making it as good as possible.

[0_0_7]

Any normal day, Bond had remarkable stamina. But he was high and a bit weak. Pleasure spiraled through him and it wasn't long before he was panting and jerking, chasing his release as he fucked Harry's willing mouth.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry was willing, and he was happy to open his throat and take him in. After a while he was mostly along for the ride, but he wasn't complaining.