Q

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Bond was on edge with Hotchner here and had very nearly told Q not to come. But after his time with Leo, he needed his Monday night with the lad.

He waited in his rooms dressed in slacks and a shirt, his tie hanging loosely around his neck. He'd poured himself a scotch, then poured another as he sat facing the door.

And he waited.

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His name on Q's lips shot through him like electricity. He pulled off and looked up at him with a soft smile.

"Good boy," he said, then took Q's legs and hoisted them up so he could slide into him. It took him a moment to guide himself, then he hooked Q's legs in the bend of his arms and fucked him slowly to make sure he felt every inch.

[cuppa_q]

It was bliss, every inch, every moment- It was perfect, and Quinton melted beneath him.

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The absolute submission was just what he'd wanted. It was rare to find someone who didn't resist, some much more than others. With Q' pliant beneath him, Bond began to move a bit faster.

"A very good boy," he purred. "The best boy..."

[cuppa_q]

Q moaned softly, touched by the praise, basking in it... He loved when James was kind to him. It felt like a treat, something to treasure and hold onto.

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Bond was only tender for a bit. But then he hiked Q's knees up and jerked him closer, stretching his arms to their limit, and used him ruthlessly for his own pleasure. The bed creaked and the soft thud of Q's cock as it bounced against his belly seemed loud in the face of Bond's silent focus.

[cuppa_q]

"Please," Q begged, desperate to be touched, and pulling harder on his bonds. "James please... Please..."

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A creeping, dark heat filled his chest and drained into his groin.

"Perfect," he said and shfted so he could take him in hand. "Now don't come until I do."

The way his hand flew was going to make that a very difficult order to follow.

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Q whimpered, struggling not to come undone as he tried to buck into the other man's touch.

"James," he panted. "James..."

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Bond couldn't have held off if he'd wanted to, and with his name cried like that, he was utterly lost.

He sank in deep and spilled every drop, his hand never stopping.

"Do it. You've been so good. You can. Go on..."

[cuppa_q]

That was all Q needed to hear, and he came moments later with a low moan of pleasure.

"Fuck," he gasped, the force of his orgasam so intense he had to fight to catch his breath.

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Bond slowly let him go, first slipping free to move up to kiss him. Then the bonds around Q's wrists unwound and let him free.

Bond savored the taste of him, lazy and affectionate in a way he normally wasn't.

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Moaning against his lips, Q held on tightly.

"I love you," he said without thinking.

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Bond smiled softly, a warmth spreading through him.

That had taken less time than he'd anticipated. He'd assumed Q wouldn't fall so quickly. Bond was pleased to be wrong.

He moved a little so he could look in Q's eyes.

But when he saw the truth of the young man's feelings in his eyes, he found all his machinations and schemes to turn Q into a dutiful servant faltered and crumbled. He found that he'd fallen without intending to.

He was quiet and kissed him softly.

He couldn't bring himself to say it, though. He couldn't decide if it would be worse to lie...or to admit he had opened himself to being hurt again.

Finally, after an eternity of debate, he whispered with barely any voice at all,

"I love you, too."

[cuppa_q]

Q had half expected to be kicked out of bed for saying it- Hearing James say it in return was a shock.

"...Do you mean that?" he asked.

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It took him almost an equally long time to answer as he studied every line and curve of his face.

"I love you, Quinton," he finally assured him. "Against all better judgment."

[cuppa_q]

Quinton. Not Q, not pet.

Quinton.

Leaning in he kissed James soundly.

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Bond lifted his hand and cradled his face. The hold was solid and sure, but he took care not to hurt him, only to control him. And whn Bond was finished, he pulled away first.

"You'll not take advantage," he said firmly.

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"Nor will you," Q challenged, not agreeing, only pointing out how opportunistic they both could be.

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Q's backbone made him smile fondly.

"Agreed," he said. "Now go clean up. I want to go to bed."

He paused.

"Together."

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Q nodded, slipping off to the bathroom.

He took his time in the shower, his mind all over the place, thinking about James, then about Harry.

Could he really be in love with both men? How could this end any way other than badly?

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Q was facing the water when Bond slipped in behind him and slid his arms around his waist.

"You're taking forever," he said, kissing droplets from his shoulder.

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"Apologies, I tend to get lost in my own little world beneath the spray of hot water," Q confessed, leaning back against him.

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He held him a little tighter and dragged his lips up Q's neck.

"Budge up, then. I need to wash," he said, but his hold was secure. If he really cared about washing, he certainly didn't make any move to do it.

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Q moved as much as James' hold allowed, only to lean back against him again.

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Bond skimmed hid hands up and down Q's body, the water warm and steady.

"I might take a little advantage," he purred softly. "Because this is...very nice."