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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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"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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Q made a small sound at the feeling of Harry starting to prepare him, and the feeling of James' grip on his hair. It faded to a little whimper, but he was on best behaviour, still and compliant as he knelt between the men.
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Bond watched Harry closely, and the moment he pressed inside, Q had little choice but to accept the cock in his mouth.
He groaned wantonly, the reality of this so much better than his fantasies.
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And when he pushed inside, it was... just as good as he remembered. And then hearing the sounds Q made as he swallowed Bond down as well...
Harry had never done anything like this before, and it was all he could do not to immediately come.
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Q adjusted surprisingly fast, opening his throat to James as he rocked back towards Harry. A small part of him worried he might get overstimulated and reboot, but hoped that if he stayed focused he'd have no trouble. After all, he was designed for multitasking.
Moaning around his mouthful, he let his eyes slip shut.
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Bond pushed all his fingers into Q's hair and held on, nails lightly scraping his scalp. For a moment he closed his eyes to simply enjoy it, but then he opened his eyes to watch Harry.
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Wedged between them, Q couldn't do much more than moan as he bucked into Harry's fist.
Opening his eyes, he looked up at James, only to find James was looking at Harry.
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He was only looking until he felt a shift from Q, then he looked down. The heat in his gaze was echoed in the way he touched him.
"Perfect," was all he said.
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"Beautiful," he agreed in a murmur.
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