Q

[0_0_7]

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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[0_0_7]

Bond held Q's waist loosely and looked up at him.

"Chaos," he nodded. "Mayhem."

[cuppa_q]

"Like socks in bed?" Q teased lightly.

[0_0_7]

"The lunatics may as well run the asylum," he nodded, the corner of his lips twitching and a secret smile. Bond rarely smiled, and yet it came easily when he was with Q.

[cuppa_q]

Q laughed, then slowly climbed onto Bond's lap.

Sometimes the man could be terribly charming...

[0_0_7]

"It's like owning a cat," Bond grumbled lightly as Q settled in and he held him carefully.

[cuppa_q]

"I have cats," Q noted, nuzzling Bond's jaw. "Two of them, actually."

[0_0_7]

Bond tipped his head back a bit to allow Q to enjoy himself.

"Do they maul you like this?" he asked, his voice soft though his hold on Q was solid.

[cuppa_q]

"Like this? Oh, no, not at all," Q purred. "They just want their dinner after all- They're not starving like me."

[0_0_7]

Bond brought his hand up and pushed him away a little.

"Starving?" Bond asked, barely containing his amusement. He rather liked this side of Q. He hadn't expected it at all.

[cuppa_q]

"Famished," Q said, nodding slightly.

[0_0_7]

"I have some biscuits in the cupboard..." he offered, ever so helpfully.

[cuppa_q]

"You know that isn't what I'm after," Q pouted. "Don't be mean. I thought we were partners now."

[0_0_7]

Bond smiled at that and petted Q's hair.

"I know," he said. "And you're being so sweet..."

He dragged his palm down Q's cheek and took hold of his throat in a firm grip.

"...It's adorable."

[cuppa_q]

Q whimpered a little, going still and holding James' gaze. The hand on his throat was frightening, but he trusted James.

He had to. So much of their relationship depended on it.

[0_0_7]

He held on until Q's pulse beat hard under his finger and thumb, then he trailed his hand lower to rest over his heart.

"Get on your knees," he said, then shoved him off his lap.

[cuppa_q]

Q looked a bit shocked as he hit the floor, but eventually he settled in on his knees.

[0_0_7]

Bond rose and undid his fly, freeing himself in front of his face. He hung half hard as he stepped out of his clothes.

He was beautiful on his knees like that. Bond took a moment to admire him, to stroke his hair, and to finally offer him a smile.

"You really are a prize," he praised.

[cuppa_q]

Q lapped up the praise, desperate for Bond's approval.

Silently he pushed up Higher on his knees and clasped his hands neatly behind his back as he licked a slow, teasing line up James' cock.

[0_0_7]

His cock jerked as arousal warmed him from his belly upward. Bond took a slow breath and stroked Q's hair, keeping it back from his face so he could watch.

[cuppa_q]

Q moaned, the sound muffled as he took Bond between his lips and began to bob and suck.

He was confident in his abilities, sure of himself as he worked his tongue over James' cock and held his gaze.

[0_0_7]

Bond swelled thick and full in Q's mouth. He watched the way the young man's lips dragged along his length and the need in his eyes.

He eased back just a little to make Q reach and make him work for it.

[cuppa_q]

Q chased him, leaning forward and nearly losing his balance in a bid to keep his lips wrapped around the man's cock.

[0_0_7]

Bond kindly steadied him by taking hold of two thick handfuls of hair. He tugged him forward and thrust in, groaning his approval.

[cuppa_q]

Q bobbed and sucked, going on until he needed to pull back for some air.

He wanted to be good though, and wanted to be perfect for Bond.

[0_0_7]

Pleasure built swiftly and heat rose in his groin. Before he could lose control, Bond jerked back left Q gaping.

"Get in bed, pet," he said quietly.