Q and Harry

[0_0_7]

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.

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[lepidopterologist]

Harry was quiet in response to this. The way that Q seemed embarrassed, he thought that this was a quite particular kind of order, and particularly considering that last statement, he wasn’t sure how he felt about it.

[0_0_7]

It was Bond's turn to blush a little, clear his throat, and look away.

He knew precisely what night Q was talking about.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"It wasn't a bad memory, just- Unexpected," Q assured them, looking away.

"Anyway, I'm fine. Apologies for breaking a mug, I know we have a limited amount."

[lepidopterologist]

“No apologies needed,” Harry said. “And - I’m glad to hear that it was a happy memory.” This was a bit pointed.

[0_0_7]

Bond realized he needed to turn to the wardrobe and get dressed before either of them saw how the memory had him half hard.

"Perhaps you'll recall more," he said, back to them.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"I would like to," Q said. "Even if it's only fragments."

[lepidopterologist]

"It does seem rather unfair that both of us have memories of you that you do not have," Harry said.

Though none of his memories involved ordering Q to do something in a London alley.

[0_0_7]

"You've got no idea," Bond mumbled, pulling on his clothes.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"I can't believe you're putting more clothes on, the temperature read out for the day is dreadful. We're advising people stay indoors until sunset," Q noted, watching Bond dress, then looking over at Harry.

"There's a high risk of sunstroke. Even more heat tolerant beings have been advised to stay inside," he explained.

[lepidopterologist]

"So we should spend the day inside with less clothing," Harry summarized, looking a bit amused.

[0_0_7]

"I was likely going to lay about. Hex was firm and I have a feeling if anyone here could best me in a fight, it might be him," Bond chuckled.

Once he was dressed, he settled back on the bed, this time pulling out a book.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"I am capable of working in the heat, however... I was hoping this might be a good excuse for us all to... Do a bit more than just share a room," Q suggested nervously.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry was actually a bit surprised when Bond didn't jump on the innuendo, so when Q was just so straightforward about it instead, he couldn't help but smile a little. "Well perhaps we could find a way to entertain ourselves."

[0_0_7]

"I've been trying to get you both naked in bed for days. Now is when it occurs to you both?" Bond asked, looking between the two of them.

He'd nearly given up.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"You clearly weren't being direct enough," Q countered, starting to strip down a little. "If asked, I would have agreed."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry was still sitting on the bed, so he just watched both of them for a moment, but then began to unbutton his shirt.

He did feel a bit out of his depth, but only because he'd never done this before. And he also felt quite unsure about James, who for example apparently enjoyed both giving and receiving orders.

[0_0_7]

"How much more direct than we can have you in the middle did i need to be?" he asked, pushing his book aside.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"I'm not sure what our sleeping arrangements have to do with sexual activity, Bond," Q said seriously, still not quite catching onto the innuendo.

He wasn't sure how much or little he should be wearing, and in the end stripped down to underclothes. Only then did her join them on the bed, perching on the edge and shuffling back to lean against the headboard.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry was still sitting on the edge of the bed, his shirt unbuttoned and open now. He didn’t wait for Bond to make some move first. Instead, he leaned over and kissed Q. Wanting to know for certain how both of them would react.

[0_0_7]

Bond was rather glad Harry took action because he simply didn't have the patience or desire to explain what he'd meant. Harry clearly got it and two out of three in on the plan was alight.

He turned a bit to watch, but for now that was all. Just watch.

His reward for his patience.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q returned the kiss without hesitation, no questions, no worry he might be doing something wrong. Q was at his most comfortable and confident when he had a lead to follow.

His hand settled on Harry's knee, and he moved a bit closer.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry kissed him back... with interest. He tangled a hand into Q's hair.

And eventually he opened his eyes, and looked to Bond, without breaking the kiss.

[0_0_7]

Q seemed lost in it, but the look from Harry shot through Bond and without needing to speak a word of command, the agent came closer. He moved in behind Q and peeled off his shirt as he did.

As Harry devoured Q's kiss, Bond began to map the back of his neck and shoulders.

"The middle didn't mean sleeping," he whispered.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"Noted," Q gasped between kisses, tugging at Harry's shirt in search of more skin. It was a bit overwhelming, but good. Very good.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry pushed his shirt off without breaking the kiss. He slid his hands around Q's body, and in doing so they came into contact with Bond's hands.