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Q and Harry
Bond had done his best to soothe Q and, true to his word, Q lay in sleep mode between Bond and Harry.
Every night from then on.
This morning Bond had awoken feeling his age. They'd been here long enough that he'd run out of his stash of pills and potions, and there wasn't nearly enough to drink. Bond liked to think he was a young man, but the daily work of survival was taking its toll.
Swallowing his pride, he'd sought out medical and Hex had hit him with a hypospray and sent him back to bed for the rest of the day.
He was dozing in the cool pod, the computer streaming some music from Earth, long ago.
Every night from then on.
This morning Bond had awoken feeling his age. They'd been here long enough that he'd run out of his stash of pills and potions, and there wasn't nearly enough to drink. Bond liked to think he was a young man, but the daily work of survival was taking its toll.
Swallowing his pride, he'd sought out medical and Hex had hit him with a hypospray and sent him back to bed for the rest of the day.
He was dozing in the cool pod, the computer streaming some music from Earth, long ago.
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The kiss finally broke and he said softly, "It feels very good to do that again."
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"Does it feel good, Q?" Bond whispered against the back of his neck. "To be kissed? To be touched?"
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"Yes," Q said, holding Harry's gaze as the kiss broke. He could feel Bond's breath on his skin, their hands against his back- Everything tangled together, yet easily picked apart.
"It feels good, all of it. It feels... Correct."
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Harry stared at Q, equal parts affection and desire in his eyes.
Behind Q, Harry's fingers tangled through Bond's... he brought to Bon'd mouth.
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Bond welcomed them with parted lips, sucking slowly while pressing his head to Q's back to feel them both at once. His other hand slipped around Q and cupped his groin, the teasing pressure adding to the swirling pleasure.
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Q made a small sound, bucking into Bond's touch as he rested his head on Harry's shoulder. His lips brushed against the other man's neck, and he could feel his systems searching for protocol.
He doubted there was protocol for this. Best to start writing his own.
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He brought his hand around from Q's back to join Bond's hand on his groin. He let out a soft sigh.
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"I hope you both know I've been terribly serious with every suggestion you've both missed," he said.
Not ignored. For a moment he thought, perhaps, but no. Not the way Q sounded. Not the way Harry sounded, either.
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"If we missed them, you will have to share them again," Q said quietly, bucking lightly into their touch. He was aroused, his body easily simulating a faster pulse and warmer skin.
"Sometimes you have to be direct with me," he reminded them both.
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"Do you think I've got the logistics planned?" Bond quipped, his cheeky grin showing he'd done just that.
He leaned in near Q's ear.
"You need to be on hands and knees," he ordered. Clearly.
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Q reacted visibly to the command, blushing just a bit, but composing himself as he carefully untangled himself from the two men and settled in as Bond had said, on his hands and knees.
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"Actually, Harry, the plan requires you...here. Behind Q," he said, only slightly shifting to give the man room.
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Q blushed again at Harry's words, but did his best not to seem overwhelmed or overexcited.
"Is this going to require a diagram?" He quipped.
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He leaned in to kiss Bond.
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Bond had been waiting for it. Dreaming of it. And when Harry moved in, Bond melted into the kiss. One hand cradled Harry's face.
"And then this is the part where you take over giving orders," he whispered into the kiss.
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Q couldn't quite see what they were doing, but he could guess, settling on his elbows and listening to them.
His programming knew how to be appealing, understood seduction, it was all in there- But there was always just a touch of awkwardness to Q's sexuality. To a degree where at least some of it had to be by design.
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He also supposed it was on him to decide what Bond's plan had been. Or actually... it didn't really matter. He didn't mind making the decisions. Giving the orders. Bond's request also surprised him, but he didn't mind in the least.
When the kiss broke, Harry shifted his attention to Q. In deciding how to choreograph this, he was imagining in part what might be easiest for him. Comfortable. Not too complicated.
He slid his hands onto his hips, and leaned down to speak against his ear, though loud enough for Bond to hear. "Both of us," he said quietly. "One here..." He slid one hand up onto Q's face, a finger going to his lips. "One here." His other hand on his hip slid down and back, a finger nudging just short of going inside him. "Okay?"
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"Okay," he said softly, instinctively pressing a kiss to the tips of Harry's fingers.
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Bond lingered for a moment, pressing a kiss to Harry's shoulder, before moving so he could enjoy Q's mouth.
His fingers toyed with Q hair and traced the line of his jaw, watching Harry move into place.
"Relax, Q," he said, calm and kind.
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"I made some," Q admitted. "It is under James's pillow."
He didn't know why that made him embarrassed, but it did, and he blushed again as he looked at Bond.
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Bond looked at Harry.
"Is there anything else you need him to answer?" he asked, fingers tightening in Q's mop.
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He found the bottle, and kissed the top of Q's back before sliding a slick finger inside him.
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