Q

[0_0_7]

One of the nicest things about being Commander was that he could go into engineering any time he pleased. Some days he liked to turn up, always unannounced, for inspection and debriefing. That made it sound professional.

He wandered in through the monitors and deeper in toward the engines. He walked back to Q's office and work room and entered with his credentials.

"How's the ship?" he asked with a bit of a cocky smirk. Bond was well aware Q wasn't fond of how brash he could be, as if he were daring the entire ship to catch them.

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[cuppa_q]

"I like to fix them," Q admitted. "Then I restart the program and do it again. ...You're the only person I've ever shown," he admitted.

[0_0_7]

Bond turned to look at him in surprise. It wasn't easy to shock Bond, but for a long moment he was quiet as he studied Q.

"I'm honored," he said softly. "Thank you for bringing me here."

[cuppa_q]

Q sat down on the bed, fidgeting a little.

"It's sort of exciting to have someone here. I neer actually managed to convince anyone to come back here in uni. I was only with one person and, ah- They weren't going to risk being seen in the dorms. I had all these fantasies back then of bringing home some handsome man. ...Strange to have that wish fulfilled so many years later."

[0_0_7]

Bond hovered close, standing over him.

"So I'm the first to be here with you?" he asked, then moved to join him on the bed. "That's so much more romantic than Paris."

He rested his hand on Q's back and leaned in close.

"What's your fantasy, Q? What have you hoped would happen in here?"

[cuppa_q]

"I was just barely in my twenties, the fantasies were hardly riveting. Sometimes it was terribly basic, heavy petting and a needy fuck. Other times I got a bit more creative. There's a dreadfully cheap pair of furry handcuffs somewhere... This reality is far more exciting. You are more exciting than any youthful fantasy I dreamed up," he added, leaning in a little closer, as though he might kiss James.

"And I'm much better at thinking up ways to play now. Less fuzzy cuffs, more... Teacher with bad intentions? You'd be a terribly distracting professor. The best sort, really."

[0_0_7]

"I'd definitely make you earn your marks," he said. Bond leaned in, but to the side so he could whisper in his ear.

"I bet you're a dreadful student. One who stays after class, hmm? One in need of personal attention," he purred softly.

[cuppa_q]

Q couldn't help but smile at that. He couldn't help himself, no matter the game or the mood he might be in, Bond always pulled a smile out of him eventually.

"The worst," he agreed. "Desperate for some tutorage and a scolding."

[0_0_7]

"Then my next deck project will definitely be a classroom," he purred and then caught Q's lobe with his lips briefly.

[cuppa_q]

Q laughed softly at that, the sound fading to a moan. A beat later and he was moving to straddle Bond's lap.

"I want you," he whispered.

[0_0_7]

Bond's hands held his waist and he smiled against Q's lips.

"I'm yours, Q," he promised as he began to tug at his clothes.

[cuppa_q]

Q lifted his arms, making it that much easier for Bond to undress him.

He was awkward and not terribly coordinated, but definitely eager.

[0_0_7]

Bond's hands grew rough as he peeled off Q's shirt, quickly followed by his own. He kissed him hungrily, dragging sharp nails down his back.

[cuppa_q]

Q moaned loudly, tugging at Jame's shirt, itching for more skin.

"Please," he gasped.

[0_0_7]

"God, I love when you're eager," Bond groaned softly. He mouthed over all the skin he could reach. The scent of him was intoxicating.

[cuppa_q]

"You make it painfully hard to hold back. You're impossible not to want," Q confessed.

[0_0_7]

Bond took hold of him and twisted, dropping Q to the bed. He followed him down with kissrs.

"You drive me mad," he said. "I had every intention of having you in your office..."

[cuppa_q]

"We have to stop doing that. We'll get caught," Q insisted between kisses

[0_0_7]

"We might. That's half the thrill," Bond replied. He plunged his fingers into Q's hair and held on as he kissed him breathless.

"Need you," he murmured.

[cuppa_q]

Q moaned in agreement, because in that moment he was sure he needed James more than anything in the world. Perhaps even air.

[0_0_7]

Bond caught him in a strong hold, twisted, and dropped Q to the bed. Then he backed off.

"Naked," he commanded as he undid his own trousers.

[cuppa_q]

Part of Q hated how strongly he reacted to being told what to do, the rest of him was fairly shameless as he started to strip down- Even putting on a bit of a show for the commander as he took off each garment one at a time.

[0_0_7]

Bond drank in the sight of him, every plane and angle. He was so beautiful.

Naked, he moved closer.

"Touch yourself," he ordered as he stood near to watch.

[cuppa_q]

"Bossy," Q tutted, though that didn't stop him from taking himself in hand, his glasses slightly askew as he set on the edge of the bed and stroked himself slowly. The whole time his gaze was on James, drinking him in.

[0_0_7]

Bond watched, wetting his lips as his eyes locked onto the motion of Q's fist. His cock jerked with interest.

Unable to resist the pull of him, Bond moved in, slow at first, then he rushed Q down into the mattress and pinned him there by the wrists.

"Did you say you had toys?" he asked, eyes blown dark with desire.

[cuppa_q]

"I do, but they're a bit, um... Cheap," he admitted. He'd wanted the space to be authentic after all. "Under the bed."